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topguncortez · 2 years

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Dash- T. Kazansky

pairing: Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x female!Kerner (call sign: Dash) word count: 3.8k warnings: top gun shit, misogyny, cannon character death. from this request

thank you for @imjess-themess for beta reading!:)

“Ice, it’s Dash. There’s been an accident.”

The words were ringing around in her head since they had left Chipper’s mouth all of five minutes ago. Everyone here knew that accidents were possible, things happen, mistakes happen. They spent their day flying at top speeds, dancing in the sky trying to fight one another for the first place trophy. Dash Kerner was sitting in third, behind Goose and Maverick, and her brother and Iceman. But now, the sinking feeling in her stomach was telling her she was about to move up, and by default.

Dash, aka Y/N Kerner was Slider’s younger sister, only by two years. Even though Ron knew that, he still acted like there was a ten year age gap between the two of them. He made it known that she was his little sister, always introducing her as such. Even when she graduated from the academy, and got her wings she was still introduced as: “This is my baby sister, Dash.” It was Ron’s way of trying to ward off unwanted eyes from his fellow pilots, which he thought he had succeeded, but boy was he wrong. Ron thought he had to worry about the careless and reckless Pete Mitchell, and didn’t even think to look much closer.

Tom Kazansky had fallen in love with Y/N the moment she opened her mouth and told Maverick off at the O Club. Maverick had tried his usual advances, trying to smooth talk the civilian looking woman into believing he was some hotshot pilot (which he was, but Ice wasn’t going to admit that to his face), and Y/N was just eating it up. Pete thought he had hooked the line, until she asked him a basic question.

“So, do you usually go after mig-28s in a negative 4 G nose dive? Or were you just trying to prove how big your dick is?”

It had spent Pete spiraling, as she grabbed the beer from his hand, and walked over to where Slider and Ice were trying not to burst out laughing. Pete watched her walk over there, and cursed himself as Slider threw his arm around his little sister. He couldn’t hide the look on his face as Goose appeared, and looked at the same scene.

“Oh no, no, Mav, I know you did not try to get with Dash?” Goose groaned.

“I didn’t know she was Slider’s sister!”

Ice knew from that moment on that she could handle herself, he always knew that. Ice had felt a sort of protectiveness over Y/N, not just because she was his RIO’s little sister, but because he loved her. She was also the only female in a room full of jacked up caffeine fueled cocky pilots, who had been told all their career they were the best. Y/N had had her fair share of dealing with men like this, she grew up in a household where Slider was on a pedestal, and she was climbing for an ounce of attention. Unlike the others in her class, she was not told she was the best. She was often overlooked, and it made her work harder than anyone else.

And having to have to work harder, also made her reckless sometimes, which was one thing Tom couldn’t stand about her. She wasn’t like Maverick, not in the slightest, but sometimes she did maneuvers or moves that weren’t entirely othrodox, but it also made her a challenge to try and shoot down. She liked to keep everyone on their toes, especially Slider, who had gotten after her after one of her more dangerous dogfights.

“It wasn’t even that big of a deal!” Dash yelled, as she took her helmet off, chasing after her brother. She had just come down out of the air with Hollywood and Wolfman, after successfully taking down both Viper and Jester.

“That big of a deal?!” Slider stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her, “You could’ve gotten yourself killed! What the hell was that?!”

“That?! That was me getting a win. That was me proving that I am good and can get both Viper and Jester.”

“Leaving your wingman, doing some outlaw shit, god you’re flying like Maverick!”

“I’m flying better than Maverick!”

“No you’re flying unsafe!”

“Oh get a new fucking line, Ron, and quit stealing shit from Ice.”

“Quit trying to be like Maverick..”

Y/N scoffed and brushed past him, purposely knocking her shoulder into his. Ron clenched his jaw, his mind telling him to turn around and apologize, knowing how much his little sister hated that people insinuated she was one to trade favors to get ahead. He did turn his head, when he felt someone clap him on the back.

“Way to go Slider,” Maverick smirked, and walked off towards the locker rooms.

Ice had been drawing up his next flight plan when Dash came into the room, throwing her helmet down on the table and letting out a frustrated groan. He had heard over comms that her hop went well, she was the only pilot to get both Jester and Viper in one dog fight, probably bumping her up into second. She should be happy, celebrating, taking a shower to relieve the tension in her shoulders, but instead she was taking deep breaths to calm her down.

“Wanna talk about it?” Ice said, and Y/N snapped her head up, now seeing the blonde pilot, “Or not.”

“You don’t talk about feelings Ice, you’re ice cold for a reason,” Dash said, shaking her head.

“Well, when it looks like its really messing with someone then I might,” Ice said, standing up from his spot and walking over to her. He leaned against the table she was standing at, “What’s up? Heard you got both Viper and Jester.”

“I did, and I should be happy, but I’m fucking pissed off,” Y/N groaned, running her hand down her face, “Why do you think I’m here?”

“Cause you’re the best-”

“No, none of that shit. Pretend you don’t know me, that I’m not your RIO’s little sister, that I’m not Captain Kerner’s daughter, I’m just some other female pilot. How do you think I would’ve gotten here? Or to the rank I am?”

Ice sighed and shifted in his spot, “I wouldn’t think any less of you, if that’s what you’re trying to say. Whether you are Captain Kerner’s daughter, or the daughter of some junkie, you are the person you chose to become, and that was a good pilot. You’re smart, level headed, a little reckless-” Dash laughed at that, “But if I was in a dogfight, I would want you as my wingman. I trust you, Dash, and that’s saying something, cause I don’t trust a lot of people in the sky, but you’re one of them.”

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better are you?”

“No,” Tom shook his head, “I’m saying it because it’s true.”

“Thank you, Tom,” Dash said, and wrapped her arms around his midsection. Ice stiffened at the feeling at first, but quickly melted into it, pulling her in tightly. She was significantly shorter than he was, so he rested his chin on the top of her head, and took a deep breath, trying to freeze the moment for as long as he could. Sadly, it ended far too early for either one. Dash gave Tom a shy smile, as she picked up her helmet and walked towards her locker room.

Tom had a smile on his face as he returned to his spot and worked on his flight plan, and Dash couldn’t help the blush on her face as she walked into the locker room.

After that day, neither one seemed to hide the mutual pining for each other. Wherever Ice went, Slider and Dash were sure to follow. Ice had spent less time at the O Club, flirting with women and more time in the classroom after hours with Dash, working on flight plans or talking about their dogfights or talking about some random topic like baseball. Tom had fallen in deeper love for the girl, watching as she would close her eyes and tip her head back when she laughed, or when she’d sass back to one of their fellow pilots.

And Y/N had fallen for Tom. It was the way that he was a dick to everyone, but her. He also cut back on digging at Maverick, much to her request. He would listen attentively when she was up in the air, holding his breath as she did some maneuver, or she’d go silent on comms. Slider had even caught up on the way his pilot would turn all smiley whenever Dash would walk into the room, or the way his hand would brush her hand or the small of her back. Slider even noticed that lovesick goofy look in his little sister’s eye, one that she only seemed to get when she’d see a picture of Nikki Sixx.

“Do you like Ice?” Slider asked her, as they were taking a break during their volleyball game. Her eyes had barely left Ice’s sweaty, tan torso, and Ice could hardly look away from her perfect tan legs.

“What? What kind of stupid questioin is that?”

“So, him talking to that brunette over there isn’t making you jealous?” Dash looked over her brother’s shoulder just as some brunette in a skimpy cheetah print two piece put her hand on Ice’s bicep. Dash gave her brother a tightlipped smile and shook her head, “Good thing you’re a good pilot, cause you’re such a shitty liar.” Ron laughed. Dash scoffed and hit his shoulder, “Hey! I’m just saying. You’re the one all googly eyed over him.”

“I am not!” Dash groaned and rolled her eyes, “I thought we moved past this stage in our sibling-ship.”

“Never, littler sister,” Ron teased, “I will always make fun of you and your school girl crushes,” He took another sip of his water, before handing the bottle back to Y/N, “Try not to drool.”

“I hope you get hit in the head,” Dash teased and pushed her brother away back onto the court. Ice looked over at her and sent her a nod of his head. She smiled at him, and Ron saw the whole thing go down.

“Yeah, you’re both shit liars.”

They only had three weeks left, when the final placings came out. It was a close run for first place, each of them a point behind the other. Dash had focused less time on her crush on Iceman, and more time on perfect plans and her skill. She was determined to rise above Maverick and Iceman. She needed to win, she had to win. Not only to prove those who told her she couldn’t do it wrong, but to show the other young females that they could do it too. It made Ice fall in love with her even more, seeing her determination as she worked harder and harder.

But it also made him falter a bit. Dash was colder, spending less time chatting with him in the work room, and more time studying the F-14 book cover to cover. Ice wasn’t used to her being closed off, but Slider assured him, it was just how she got. She had come down from her dogfight with Sundown, and was pissed.

“I fucking had it!” She yelled as she took her helmet off.

“Sure you did,” Sundown rolled his eyes, “That’s why we both got shot down.”

“Cause you got in my way! When I say I have something, I got it,” Dash said, and turned to walk off the tarmac.

“Quit being a fucking girl,” Chipper spoke.

“What did you just say?” Dash stopped in her stride. Most of the pilots that had been milling around had stopped as soon as the words left Chipper’s mouth, including Ice and Slider.

“I said, stop being a fucking girl. You didn’t have the shot, and Sundown did.”

“A shot he missed.”

“If you would’ve moved. You’re not as good as you claim, and you’re probably sucking dick to get by. Face it, you’re just not as good as you think. Having Ice as your fucking playboy is going straight to your fucking head.”

Dash felt her cheeks get hot, and the anger slowly crawled up her spine. She knew she couldn’t make a scene in front of the admirals and the other aviators, but she wanted to defend herself. But Chipper was right, if she made a scene she would be acting like “A girl.” Instead, she swallowed her pride and walked towards the hanger.

“Dash-”

“Save it, Tom.” She said as she passed the aviator. Ice’s icy blue star went from her body, to Chipper, who was now talking to Hollywood about what happened during his dog fight. Ice made a move to step towards him, but Slider stopped him.

“You going and saying something isn’t going to help her,” Slider said, “She might be my little sister, but she’s a big girl. She can handle this shit. You’ll make it worse for her if you start defending her against every small dicked man with a fucking bone to pick with her.” Ice looked down at his boots, “Come on, we gotta get ready, we got Wood and Wolfe today.”

“Fantastic.”

Dash didn’t even bother to go to the rec room when she got in. She knew that the story of what happened on the tarmac was going to spread, and she would rather not deal with the stares and whispers. She went straight to her locker room, and jumped into the shower. She basked in the feeling of the hot water as it hit her sore muscles. The female locker room was on the other side of the building, so she got the silence of being alone. The only person who would wander over here to tell her something was Charlie, and she only did that once to ask her a question about Maverick.

She washed her body and her hair, washing away the sweat and dirt from the day. She wasn’t trying to dwell on the words that Chipper had spewed, but she couldn’t shake them. Dash had heard it all before, the only way she was going to make a career in the Navy was if she was on her knees. She usually ignored all the talk, most of the gossipers too scared to say it to her face, but having it delivered right to her, was something she didn’t expect.

Dash knew her time to get into first was winding down. Her next flight was going to be with Mav and Goose. She was nervous, she hadn’t flown with Maverick yet. Maverick hadn’t slowed down at all with his dangerous flying, if anything, he got even more reckless with the way he flew. It made Ice and Slider nervous too, knowing she was going to be sharing the air with someone who they all considered ‘unsafe’. Everything felt good when she got up in the air, but it all turned very quickly. One second, she was lining up to take the shot, the next she was burning in, going into engine failure from a bird strike. Mav had flown through her jet wash, as she bailed out, trying to get away from Jester to correct the damage from the strike.

Ice had been shaving his face in the mirror, half listening to the conversation between Sundown and Slider, when the locker room door banged open. Ice looked up in the mirror, seeing a panicked Chipper, and his head started to spin.

“What-”

“It’s Dash,” Chipper stated, which got the attention of Slider as well, “There’s been an accident.”

Both men had never gotten dressed quicker in their lives, as they ran down the hall towards the hangar. Hell, Slider was still buttoning up his shirt as they came to a stop behind Viper and Jester, as they were whispering to one another.

“Sir, do you know-”

“No,” Viper said, cutting Slider off. He licked his lips and turned to look at them, “They should be landing soon. Hollywood and Wolfman were up in the sky too, they’ll be landing as well.”

Slider nodded and looked up towards the clear blue sky. All he could see was the trails of where the planes had been. Ice felt his hands shake as he clenched them into fists down by his side.

“Search and Rescue said there’s one confirmed casualty, won’t identify over comms, taking them straight to the hospital.” Jester spoke, his brown eyes glancing over to Ice, “There was a bird strike, as one bailed out to correct it, another flew into the jet wash, the comms cut out before I could hear on who.”

“Alert who we need,” Viper said, and Jester nodded walking off, “You should call-”

“If you’re saying I should call my family, I’m not. And I’m not leaving until I see their plane land. I don’t care who it is,” Slider spoke, and Viper nodded.

The men stood there as they heard the familiar rumble of an F-14 flying over. Ice held his breath as he watched the gray plane come in for landing, squinting trying to read the small writing on the side of it. Wolfman was the first out of the jet, as another plane came in for landing. The second the canopy was off of the second plane, Wolfman was helping the pilot down from the plane. Ice recognized the red and black paint of the helmet and took off running towards the pilots.

She felt shaky as she stepped down from her plane. The flat spin Dash had been in was terrifying, and she felt both sick from the spinning and from the fear that she was going to burn in. Dash had taken a couple shaky steps, her voice wavering as she called out for Wolfman, who had helped her navigate out of the confusion she had been in. Her RIO had passed out from the G’s of the spin, and was slowly coming to as Wolf and Hollywood got them down to the ground. Wolfman had quickly ran to her, catching her in his arms before she could collapse.

“I got you, I got you,” Wolfman said, grunting under the weight of her body, “Hey, hey! Help! I need help!” Wolfman went down to his knees, still holding Dash’s unconscious body, as Ice, Slider and medics came running out. Wolfman shook Dash’s body, trying to get her to wake up, gently tapping her face. “She just collapsed!”

“It’s from the adrenaline wearing off,” A medic said and gently took Dash’s body out of Wolfman’s arms. Wolf stood up and backed up, watching as the medics took over checking the girl. Her RIO was also getting medical attention, as Slider ran over and tried to get his way through.

“What happened?” Ice asked, his heart beating in his chest.

“I-I don’t know,” Wolfman said, “Wood and I were doing a hop with Admiral Jackson, when we heard her call mayday. She lost control, and Mav tried to help but lost control himself, burning it. Him and Goose. . . they had to eject.”

Ice looked back over to the small crowd around Dash, and watched as one of the medics placed her on a gurney. Slider never left her side as they moved towards an awaiting ambulance nearby. The heavy feeling in his chest never left as he ran to his car, and drove to the on base hospital, or as Slider invited him to wait by his sister’s bedside or when they heard that Goose Bradshaw had been the casualty they reported. The heaviness never left until the next morning, when her eyes fluttered open and she searched around the room, finding Tom Kazansky passed out on a small plasticy couch in her room.

“Ice?” Dash called out softly, and Tom woke up quickly at the sound of her voice. He looked around, blinking the sleep from his eyes before his blue eyes landed on the girl in the hospital bed. She stretched softly, groaning as she did, “Is-is-”

“Corduroy is okay,” Ice said, answering the question about her RIO, “Little shaken up, but he’s okay. But, uh, Bradshaw, Goose, he didn’t make it.”

“Oh my god,” Dash said, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a sob. Ice moved quickly, sliding into the bed next to her, and holding her in his arms as she cried. He shushed her, running his hand up and down her back soothingly, “What did I do?”

“Nothing, Dash, you didn’t do anything,” Ice said, and kissed the top of her forehead, “You had a bird strike, you did everything you could to correct the spin, and got you and Corduroy back down safely.”

“But Mav-”

“He flew through your jet wash, he didn’t see it and you didn’t know. There was nothing you could do but save yourself and your RIO,” Dash looked down at her hands in her lap, and Ice softly lifted her chin with his finger under her jaw to make her look at him, “I am glad you are alive. I thought. . . When Jester said there was a casualty, I thought the worst. And then you got out of the plane and collapsed and I just-”

Y/N cut him off by placing a kiss on his soft lips. He hesitated for a second, but relaxed and cupped her face with his hands. Y/N sighed as her body relaxed into his arms. Ice pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, running his thumb over her cheek. They both were startled when the door opened, and Slider let out a loud groan.

“Jesus fuck!” He said, running a hand down his face, “Listen, I’m glad you’re done pinning over each other cause it was starting to get annoying. . . But swear to God Kazansky, I walk in on you banging her, and I’ll kill you. You make her cry? And I’ll kill you. You knock her up before marrying her? And-”

“Kill me?” Ice asked, cutting off his best friend.

“Precisely.”

Y/N groaned as hid her face in Ice’s chest, as a rumble of laughter rolled through his body. Ice kissed the top of her head again and pulled her tighter into his chest.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Slider. I’m not going anywhere and neither is she. And I’ll make sure to leave a sock on the door.” Ice smirked as she looked up at him.

“Sounds like a plan Lieutenant,” Y/N said, and leaned up to kiss him, as Slider made a gagging sound.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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you've got this

tom "iceman" kazansky x gn!reader, 407 words tw: self-doubt, ice skating, mild fear of injury?? a/n: i started this and didn't really know how to end it?? but i thought it would be good to upload anyway. i love ice skating but i haven't done it since high school. iceman would know how to skate. i can feel it in my bones.

"Be careful," Tom said, hands gripping onto your own as you stepped onto the ice. The blades of your skates grate against the thick ice, mild anxiety creeping up your spine (or maybe it was the cold seeping through your coat).

"I know I talked you into this," you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. "But I'm really regretting this."

Tom began to smile. "You? Regretting this? Y/n, don't tell me you'd like to go home now."

You narrowed your eyes at the man. "I'm not about to do that. I'm just..." you trailed off, legs trembling as you tried to keep your balance.

It had been years since you last even set foot on an icerink. How were you supposed to move? How were you supposed to catch yourself if you fell?

"Scared?" Tom's voice rang out.

He couldn't help his smirk as he laced his fingers with yours. He tugged you along, beginning to skate around the ice rink. He lived up to his call name in more ways than once. Iceman. You wondered if a skating rink helped him earn it.

In an instant, you felt yourself lurching forward, skates uprooting on their own accord. You didn't know what to do.

"Tom!"

He pulled you back upright, skates scraping against the ice as he came to a stop.

"You good?"

"Wha—yeah, I'm fine! I just—I can't do this," you said. "I thought I could, but I don't even remember what to do!"

"You're doing great, Y/n."

"I'm going to fall!" you exclaimed, hands gripping his arms.

He couldn't help but smile. His brave partner, so ready to take on the world, was nervous about ice skating. He pulled his arms out of your grasp and placed his hands over your forearms.

"We'll go slow. Nice and steady. No need to rush, baby," he said.

"Tom," you yelped as he pulled you forward, effectively beginning to skate backward. "Tom, you—how are you even doing that?" You looked up at him, bewildered.

"Doing what?"

"Skating like that?"

He just grinned, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. "Just do as I say, okay? You'll learn in no time. I promise."

You huffed out a breath, squeezing your eyes shut before you nodded.

"Okay," you said.

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'm ready. Teach me how to skate."

"That's my baby," he said, smile growing wide as he watched you. "The first thing you're gonna need to do is..."

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justanotheranxiousfangirl · 2 years

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What Baby?

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Mitchell!Reader

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Sister!Reader

I leaned back on the bleachers as I watched my boyfriend, Slider, my brother, and Goose play volleyball. My legs stretched out in front of me, clad in jean shorts, with my one piece swimsuit underneath. That alone had made Pete suspicious today, “Y/N, I thought you were only going to get a tan, what happened to the bikini you usually wear, don’t- don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining, at least Ice won’t stare at you any more.” If only he knew.

A sickening crack tore my thoughts to the present, Slider’s nose was gushing blood, he quickly ran off with Hollywood to fix it. “Ah well, guess you have to forfeit!” Goose fake pouted. “I’ll step in.” I said.

“Y/N, your my sister!” Maverick complained. “What scared I will beat you big bro?” I taunted. He just shook his head and set the ball.

As Ice and I won, he picked em up gently and twirled me around. Maverick came and grabbed me by the waist, begging for to wrestle. Without thinking about it I crouched down to do the same. Soon Ice’s voice boomed around me. “Don’t Y/N, you might hurt the baby!!”

Maverick froze in shock and lost grip on my body, only for ice to catch me and gently set me down on the sand. “Kazansky, that better be some godforsaken nickname for my sister!” Maverick sneered. Then glanced down at me to see both Ice and my hands on my stomach, letting him see the slight bump. He backed up.

“You-You- and and Hi-him, when?” Maverick stuttered out. “We have been dating for 4 months Maverick.” Ice answers. Maverick nods and gestures to my belly, expecting a response, “3 1/2 months.” He nods. Turns around walks five steps then faces us again. “You planning on bailing Tom?” He asks, using Ice’s first name to show how serious he was about this. “Planning in making her my wife!” He responds, I look up and beam at him as he lands a small peck k on my lips.

“Alright then, I may not like this, but I can live with it.” Maverick concedes. He hugs me tightly and gives Ice a bro-hug as he he begins to pack up.

“Wait, he knocked you up like 2 weeks after you met?” Goose exclaims, “Damn, that was fast!!” He says. The rest shake their head at Gooses late commentary as Maverick pretends not to hear as he heads toward his bike.

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foreveraweirdoneslife · 13 hours

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Top Gun WIPs Update

Following up on my poll about which of my fanfic ideas I should work on, here's a list of my current WIPs:

I Think We're Alone Now [young icemav] still my main WIP - new chapter coming today or tomorrow!!

Yet untitled hangster fic for @tg2024exchange - so excited to start that one, my brain is buzzing with ideas!!

Yet untitled fic how Bradley came to call Ice and Mav his dads - stitching my ideas together atm! I'll focus on the relationship between Ice and Bradley and it'll be set in 1998.

Yet untitled 5+1 icemav fic. 5 times Mav only thinks he loves Ice and 1 time he actually says it. Getting together late in life - also stitching my ideas together atm!

Companion piece for Weekend Trip [icemav] - mostly icemav smut that happens while Bradley is visiting them for the first time with Jake.

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oftincturedwords · 1 year

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title : dash-two chapters : 1/4 fandom : top gun ( 1986 ) rating : t+ chapter warning(s) : descriptions of food , mentions of eating , etc. characters : tom ‘iceman’ kazansky , pete ‘maverick’ mitchell , ron 'slider' kerner , sam 'merlin' wells , rick 'hollywood' neven , leonard 'wolfman' wolfe , mentioned nick ‘goose’ bradshaw , mentioned carole bradshaw pairing(s) : gen. m/m. eventual iceman / maverick additional tags : hurt / comfort , angst , nightmares , period - typical homophobia , anxiety attacks , panic attacks , explicit language , slow burn , eventual romance , brotherhood , sickfic , storms , flying , banter , brotherhood , grief / mourning , emotional hurt / comfort , developing friendships , male friendships , etc. word count : 4253 timeline : set post top gun ( 1986 ) , a day or so post MiG dogfight summary : iceman has been feeling off since the MiG dogfight, and as the hours tick by, it only grows worse, to the point slider isn't the only one to notice something's amiss with the pilot. maverick does too. a/n : no beta thus all mistakes are mine. disclaimer : i do not own any right to top gun ( 1986 ) neither am i associated with the production companies , nor any of the actors who portray these characters. i make no money off any of my stories , this is purely for entertainment purposes. read on : ao3 | read undercut

At the assigned push time twenty-two, Iceman ensured he was holding fix at two hundred-fifty knots and ready to commence approach. Allowing the mere seconds it took to confirm before he broke from the marshall holding stack stationed twenty-five nautical miles behind the carrier and held at ten angels, to begin to guide his aircraft to approach the carrier whilst radioing Mother, “Voodoo one-zero-four, commencing, 6.4, 30.01.”

The reply back was immediate, “Mustang to Voodoo one-zero-four, radar contact twenty-five miles. Final bearing three-three-one.”

“One-zero-four.” Iceman acknowledged smoothly, eyes trained upon the instruments before him.

“One-zero-four, switch approach, button seventeen.” Came Marshall on the mike, passing the duty of relaying recovery directions control over to Approach.

“One-zero-four, switching button seventeen.” Was what he transmitted back as per protocol, glancing through the canopy on impulse to spy the lights of the carrier on his nose before returning to the lowly lit gauges of the panel.

Descending at a rate of four thousand feet per minute until he reached five thousand feet altitude, steady handed and attentive, Ice checked in the moment he reached platform on the indicated channel.

“Approach, one-zero-four, platform, eighteen miles, 6.2.” He relayed that he’d reached five thousand feet altitude and his distance from the carrier, as well as his fuel level.

“Voodoo one-zero-four, roger.” The response crackled back over the radio, the officer over the radio's tone was certain and crisp, “Final bearing three-three-one.

“One-zero-four.” Ice acknowledged, dropping his descent rate to two-thousand feet per minute until he reached until twelve hundred feet altitude.

At ten nautical miles Ice reduced his speed down to one hundred twenty-one KTS, still remaining level at twelve hundred AGL. Upon reaching eight miles Iceman began to configure for landing without need for Approach to transmit dirty-up, he was already extending landing gear, tailhook, and full flaps, then slowing down to ON-SPEED angle of attack.

“Mustang to Voodoo one-zero-four, lock-on six miles, say needles.” Approach came over the radio again once Ice hit six miles.

Easily evaluating the colours of The Long Range Laser Lineup System, seeing his position was low and to the left, Iceman replies with, “Fly up and right.”

“One-zero-four, concur, fly mode 2.” Approach directed concisely.

“One-zero-four.” Ice said back whilst adjusting the position of the plane at the agreement from Approach, watching the slow flashing red light switch over to a steady amber one.

At four miles from the carrier, Approach again came over the radio, “Mustang to Voodoo one-zero-four, approaching glidepath, begin descent.”

“One-zero-four.” Ice replied back, bringing his descent down to seven hundred feet per minute to remain on glideslope.

“One-zero-four, you're paddles contact,” Came the Landing Signal Officer over the comms just as Ice was approaching ¾ mile point, “Approaching centreline… You're on centreline, three quarter mile, call the ball.”

“One-zero-four, Tomcat, Ball, 6.0.” Ice called the ball, relaying exactly as procedure dicatated.

“Roger Ball, twenty-five knots, starboard.” The LSO answered back, the voice clearly heard despite the subtle crackles and soft hisses throughout the transmission, with the report of wind speed over deck and its direction.

Inside half a mile, Ice received more direct instruction from the LSO, “You’re high, bring it down…”

Adjusting accordingly and with practised ease, or so much ease that came with landing on the carrier well after nightfall, not that there was too much that needed correcting from the LSO, Ice still followed every instruction to the letter. No further directions came from the LSO after the correction was made thus he continued forwards.

Bringing the plane in for the landing, the moment he made touchdown aiming to hook the third wire, Ice pushed to full throttle and retracted the speed brakes in anticipation of a bolter. Never be assured of an arrested landing was what they were taught, in case the tailhook missed getting caught in the spaghetti and had to take off again it was better to be at speed in order to ensure they didn't end up in drink rather than back in the air.

Moving with the jolt that shot him forwards and had him straining against his straps when the tailhook caught the arresting wire, he maintained power. When he felt the aircraft come to a complete stop and caught the signal from the yellow jacket on the deck armed with an AMBER wand, only then did Ice cut the power back to idle thrust and allow the plane to be pulled back by the wire until it was released. Following the further instructions by the flight deck crew and watching them communicate with each other so they could allow him to taxi to a parking location.

Once the aircraft was chained down to the deck near the bow of the carrier and Ice received the tie downs in place signal, he and Slider opened the canopy and unstrapped. A blue light was immediately shined by the plane captain on the ladder that had been unfolded by one of the flight deck crew so they could descend and see where to place their feet when they did so.

A fall from that height was significant and could cause injury which held the potential for it to be serious enough to ground a pilot or radio-intercept officer who misstepped and fell. From an intense jarring to possible fractures and breaks if one managed to land on their feet, worse if one fell on their backs or sides from that height. Which was why the light was provided with the swift accuracy the flight deck personnel always operated under.

“Woo!” Came an excited yet subdued hollar came from Slider, this late in the night wasn't the time for shouting, as he stood in the back and threw one leg over the side to begin stepping down, “There's a different sort of rush to night hops. Nice job, Ice.”

“It's not my first instruments-only landing.” Iceman said, trying to distract from the fact he had yet to follow his RIO’s example in deplaning, even though the other was halfway descended down.

“I know.” Slider replied, his feet thumping down on the deck and he stepped away to allow room for his pilot to drop down next to him.

Seeing he would be waiting a moment as Ice wasn't right behind him as he thought, he called up when he saw Ice’s leg just swing over the side of the plane to step down, “But that was the smoothest one yet, so nice job, pilot.”

Ice couldn't help the smile that drew up the sides of lips, hearing the genuine expression of praise through Slider’s own smile despite the irony of his RIO calling an arrested landing ‘smooth’, yet he didn't make a comment back.

Focussing instead on keeping his shaking legs as steady as he could and his feet firmly on the rungs, feeling the muscles of his legs bouncing involuntarily along his thighs and calves to the point he was cautiously ensuring he kept three points of contact at all times on the ladder. Descending down at a more sedate pace than the other man had, which had Slider’s brow furrowing touch at the odd slowness to his pilot’s self-assured pace.

Yet case three landings were always a more arduous task upon any pilot, this Slider knew. Those sort of recoveries were more mentally taxing, as they required a greater degree of focus, accuracy, and precision with only the guidance of their instruments and the directions of the LSO to bring the jets down safely. With very little to zero visibility about their surroundings depending upon the fullness of the moon and the amount of cloud cover. During normal landings, it was like attempting to land on a moving postage stamp in the middle of the ocean whilst flying in at 172 miles an hour, now factor in darkness to it which added another degree of difficulty.

It was terrifying as it was exhilarating to be able to execute, and it took a damn good pilot to be able to accomplish it.

Thus it hadn't surprised Slider in the least when it’d been them assigned to the night patrols for the next three nights whilst the other driver and RIO pairs would be alternating night hops with day ones. His pilot was just that good.

Although it didn't mean his driver was immune to the effects of the strenuous landings. Despite tonight's hop having been uneventful and the trap having been one of the levelest ones yet, it was still stressful to accomplish and it’d only been a little over twenty-four hours since that dogfight with the MiGs.

There was a strain upon all the aviators due to the recent engagement and the tensions the hostile dogfight had caused throughout the fleet. Although the SS LAYTON had been recovered and rescue went off with hardly a hitch due to the MiGs being distracted by the USS ENTERPRISE's Tomcats, there hadn’t been any true respite after the initial celebration.

Wondering if the recent action would ignite anything further, for wars and skirmishes never began with predictability. It felt as if everyone was awaiting the other foot to drop, whether that would be further trouble or things continuing to run smoothly, if not routinely, Slider wasn't certain. Just as most of the carrier’s occupants were.

They’d just have to weather the best they could whilst doing as ordered and completing their duties. Didn't mean they had to necessarily do it alone however, for what we're friends for if not embracing the sucky situations together?

Thus if Ice was a bit shaky after this hop, then so be it, Slider not only understood, but would leave his long time friend to stick it out by himself.

Feeling his RIO clap him on the shoulder as Ice dropped down onto the deck, he wavered only slightly with one hand still on the ladder. Ice noted the grip was bit too firm for it to have been a mere congratulatory slap, and he internally chided himself for thinking Slider wouldn't have noticed a deviation in his behaviour. Especially when night hops usually had him relishing in the challenge and eager to further prove his skills in handling an aircraft, leaving him feeling invigorated and proud.

He hadn't felt this exhausted nor shaky since the completion of his very first night trap on a carrier. But Slider didn't give voice to any questions of his well-being, only offering a nod when Ice had glanced at his RIO’s face to which he returned the gesture and he felt Slider’s hand fall away from his shoulder.

They walked off the flight deck into the internals of the ship in silence, companionable albeit sedated. Iceman wasn't the only one feeling the late hour and the stress of the mission hardly twenty-four prior, despite his outward appearance. He would be glad to shower off and return to his rack to sleep until breakfast. Which seemed to be what his pilot longed for as well, not that Ice was too talkative after a hop anyway. Even without the added strain from yesterday.

Slider had come to learn that his pilot preferred to analyse and categorise elements from the flight, whether it was a routine hop to a planned mission to an impromptu alert. Those minutes allotted between deplaning to debrief, Iceman preferred to spend in silence, or as much as he was able to, to ensure he combed over the details himself before having to give a report and be given instruction and grade in the debrief. Thus Slider kept his chatter minimal to none post-flights.

A pattern they had long developed and fallen into when they became pilot RIO team. Spending near countless hours around one another at the academy into flight training and further onto deployments tended to give insight into each other's quirks, habits, idiosyncrasies, and preferences. It was hard not to pick up on them, and find workarounds or accommodations for one another.

Just as Slider knew Iceman needed quiet after a flight until they debriefed and tried to ensure they could so his pilot could organise his thoughts. Iceman knew Slider needed energetic release of any pent up energy, yet hated to do so alone, thus Ice accompanied him to bars or on runs when stationed on base, or to the gym or wardroom at odd hours during deployment.

The sound of running water from where the showers could be heard by the time Slider and Ice arrived at the lockers to shed and stow their gear. Seems their wingman and his RIO didn't waste any time dressing down and jumping into the shower, likely of a similar mindset of wanting to hurry to debrief so they could catch a few hours sleep before breakfast. Or perhaps even to see if there was anything from midrats worth pilfering from the mess.

“Think the wardroom has anymore of those cinnamon rolls left?” Slider asked, oddly mirroring a thread of Ice’s thoughts, unclasping the straps on his helmet to remove it and running a hand through his hair to liven it up again after it spent the last hour and half squished within the confines of his helmet.

“We’ll have to wait until after the briefing to check.” Ice replied, his helmet already off and seated on the bench beside them, as he went about unbuckling his harness at the upper chest then middle, loosening it until it came undone before unzipping down the front and working to pull it down so he could step out of it.

Slider was doing the same beside him by the time he asked, “Feeling hungry too?”

“No.” Ice was now bent over pulling at the zips on the legs of his g-suit when he answered, his harness off and resting on a hook to his left, “But it's on the way back to our quarters so I don't mind coming with you.”

“C’mon, it's not like they have them everyday.” Slider turned to hang up his own harness, talking whilst he bent at the waist to begin removing his g-suit, “Or even every month. We should enjoy them while they last.”

“I don't really like sweets.” Ice countered, which drew a sharp snort from Slider and had Ice angling a confused glare at his RIO.

“I know that’s bullshit.” Slider retorted, turning his head to shoot his pilot a look of sharp disbelief, “Like you don't try to lift as many chocolate chip cookies you can from the mess whenever they serve them.”

The pilot raised his head enough to look his RIO in the eye, “Chocolate is different.”

Rolling with eyes, Slider scoffed to cover a laugh at the tone of the statement rather than the actual words themselves, but had to concede Ice’s point, “Fine. Chocolate is different, but that doesn't erase the fact you didn't eat much before we went up.”

A half-hearted shrug preceded Ice’s words, nonchalant and matter-of-fact, as he returned to unzipping his g-suit from round his lower legs and thighs, “I wasn't all that hungry.”

“And you're still not?” Slider asked, a tad incredulous, which was laced through his tone as it was hinted at across his face, “The last time you ate was around seventeen hundred yesterday with Maverick, Merlin, and I.”

It's been the usual fair for dinner, nothing special or really noteworthy. Neither was it exactly fresh for just because this was their new posting ( for now that was ) , the carrier was still several days out from a resupply. Powdered and reconstituted, or thawed then cooked, with fruit that was beginning to brown and bruise. Thus it had been normal, but Slider hadn't seen Ice eat with any reluctance then. None of them had. Especially when they needed the energy and he and Ice had been expected in the ready room within the hour.

Then Slider and Ice had bid the other Pilot / RIO team good night to go to the preflight briefing and then had been occupied with the briefing schematics, tactics, and checklists right up until Ice signalled to the yellow jacket they were ready for take off with a thumbs up and a salute. Then they were catapulted off the carrier, going from stationary to 150 mi/h in hardly two seconds and into the air. Their minds then occupied with solely completing their flight.

Ice sighed, closing the temporary locker after putting his helmet inside, leaning against it a fraction, he turned to look at Slider, “I’ll eat at breakfast, but right now I just want to do the debrief then sleep.”

Slider paused with his g-suit in his hands after unbuckling the last clasp from around his abdomen to stare at his pilot, taking a moment's consideration of the other man before he nodded, “All right. Fine. I’ll lay off.”

Another sigh, this one softer than the last, came from Ice, “I didn't mean…”

“No, I get it.” Slider intercepted the other's explanation, his tone less clipped than it had been a moment prior, because he did understand, even if he didn't like the idea of it, sometimes sleep was needed before one could eat, “I really do, Ice. It's fine.”

“Thanks.” Ice said after a pause, accepting the validity of Slider’s words, with a grateful upturn of his lips to which his RIO returned and they both turned back to dressing down from their flight gear.

Their lockers clinked shut a few minutes later in near tandem with one another, and they both headed towards the ready room for the debrief.

...

Returning to their shared room, Iceman and Slider tried to keep quiet as they readied for bed. Stowing their toiletries bags and unlacing their boots before dressing down from their flight suits to pyjamas. Or rather the symbolance of them since Slider forwent any form of shirt and simply slipped on a pair of grey sweats whilst Ice threw a blue ‘NAVY’ embossed t-shirt over his head after shedding his usual shirt he wore underneath his flight suit and a pair of black sweats.

Mindful of their slumbering bunk mates, each moved about quietly but with an easy swiftness that bespoke to the many times they have done such a routine. Despite this carrier not being their prior nor permanent posting, this portion of naval life was routine even when the rest was varied.

Yet none were infallible, no matter how well a routine is known or number of times done, so when Slider went to slip off his socks and accidently kicked his foot into his locker’s door, causing it to clatter then slam closed in accompany you his bit off curse this shattering the relative quiet of their room. A pair of grumbles came from the two other racks, unfavourable epithets falling from sleep laden voices as the noise managed to rouse both Maverick and Merlin.

“Trying to sleep through your fucking landing isn't enough, you have to wake us in here too?” Maverick grumbled, his face half smashed into his pillow when he rolled over in an vain attempt to escape the disturbance.

“Oh you mean you didn't ask for the 0330 wake up call?” Slider quipped back, although his voice was pitched low to combat his earlier clamour.

“Fuck you.” Maverick lifted his face from his pillow a fraction so he could snap back, yet the heat he placed behind the words was dulled by the sleep-rough quality of his voice.

The retort only caused Slider to laugh softly, which in turn spurred another mumbled ‘fuck you’ from the others’ racks, but this time it was indistinguishable as to which had repeated the sentiment since it sounded muffled by a pillow or blanket, or perhaps the other pilot and RIO had said it in stereo. Slider wasn't certain, but it had him laughing all the more as he made to jump up onto his rack above Ice’s before anything could be thrown at him for his laughter.

Ice was already in his rack, laid down on his side with his blanket pulled up over his shoulders. He faced away from the room, Slider noted as he stepped up, mindful of where his pilot’s limbs were, to heft himself one-handedly up onto his own rack. Settling on the standard issued mattress and underneath his own blanket, turning to face away from the room just as Ice had.

Quiet, or as quiet as it could become in the belly of an aircraft carrier, once again descended upon their quarters, the shuffling dying down as everyone found a position that was comfortable. The only noise was the subtle rushing of the pipes and mechanical operations of the carrier amidst the occasional background clatter of the night crew.

“Do I smell cinnamon?” Maverick suddenly asked, audibly sniffing and breathing deep.

“No. Go back to sleep.” Slider said, his words a slight garbled and muffled.

“You're eating something.” Came the accusation from Maverick, who was sitting up as much as his rack space would allow, which meant he was leant back on one elbow with his head dipped down a touch.

“So what if I am?” Slider snipped back, clearly having swallowed whatever he’d been eating as his voice came through without any distortion.

“Don't want to share with the rest of us, Slider?” Although it was structured as a question, Maverick’s tone suggested it should be a given, “That's cruel to bring dessert in here without sharing, especially since you woke us up.”

“I second that.” Merlin sleepily chimed in, awake enough to wonder what sweets had been prepared in the galley and to partake of any that may be shared, if Slider were so generous.

Slider scoffed, “You guys are horrible, I saved something from midrats to have after flying and you both are after it.”

“Just tell us what it is.” Mav quipped, not necessarily irritated as he was excited over finding out what it was.

“It’s a cinnamon roll. The cooks made some early for midrats.” Ice's tiredly pitched voice came from where he was laying on side facing away from them on his rack, purposefully omitting the detail that Slider hadn't saved it from his midnight rations but that he had gone back to snag a second one after their hop, “Can we all go to sleep now?”

“Traitor.” Slider tossed down at the rack below his, but it held no real heat behind it, before he addressed the other two occupants in the room, “See? You’ll get yours in the morning so lay off mine.”

“Cinnamon rolls?” Maverick’s voice audibly brightened before deepening down into a grumble, “But wait, that means you get two, one now and in the morning with breakfast.”

“I’m not sharing.” Slider said at the same time as Iceman groused something inaudible into his pillow that sounded vaguely threatening despite no words being intelligible.

“Fine.” Mav conceded with a look over the edge of his rack down at Ice’s before turning over to face the bulkhead whilst Merlin made a huffing noise from below that sounded like a cross between a muffled laugh and a scoff of indigence.

A beat of silence followed by a brief shuffling from Slider’s rack before something wrapped in plastic hit Maverick square in the back. Grunting, Mav flipped around, an expression of ire blossoming across his features aimed directly across the way at Slider until his hands felt the item that had been thrown at him. It was an unopened package of jelly beans.

“Share those with Merlin and leave me and my cinnamon roll alone.” Slider said in a way of explanation, then he as well turned over onto his other side to face away from the room and create the basis of a barrier between it and his half finished dessert.

The wording of that sentence had Maverick snorting, unable to conjure any words against the imbalance of the substitute. Jelly beans didn't hold a candle to a cinnamon roll, but sugar was sugar, and technically Maverick didn't have any leg to stand on when it came to demanding Slider to share. Especially not when he and Merlin had split a Mars bar he’d won off of another pilot when Slider and Ice had gone to preflight.

Not that Slider needed to know that.

Tearing open the small packet, Maverick shook out a few into his hand before closing it and shifting on his rack until he was able to lean over the side. Extending his arm down towards where Merlin lay in his own rack under his, he gave the packet a small shake whilst making a ‘psst’ hiss to ensure he caught the RIO’s attention.

“Thanks.” Merlin’s voice trailed up, pitched low, likely in diffidence to Iceman who was still turned away and probably already asleep, and Maverick heard the plastic wrapping crinkle as Merlin grabbed it.

Maverick released his own hold of the pouch to let Merlin have it, only then he shifted away from the edge to lay back himself. Rising his hand to his lips to pop a few of the candies into his mouth, uncaring if the flavours mixed together in odd combinations across his tongue. And they wouldn't keep until morning without anything to store them in so he might as well finish them now.

Thus fell asleep with the artificial flavours of cherry, cotton candy, and a conglomerate of sugary tartness that were less potent than the former ones thus left indescribable.

TBC.

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Bring your grandpa/dad to work day, but Jake got attached to this old man named Tom.

Tom was some old guy he snarked off at a coffee shop once and was pleased when the older man calmly gave a witty retort.

He keeps on bumping into the man in the same coffee shop, but he bumps into the old man at the park and grocery place at well.

Surprisingly they hit it off, and Jake looks forward to seeing Tom even though he'll never admit it. Tom's getting fond of the boy. Especially when he realized 3 months in that this was the same Jake "Hangman" Seresin who saved his husband and Baby Goose.

One day there was a bring your dad/grandpa/son to work day. Jake was talking about it to Tom, sad that he doesn't really have anyone to bring and was planning to call out because even tho Mav is great and Javy's family always welcome him, he feels like an outsider in those events. Tom hesitantly offered to come, not wanting to overstep, and Jake looked overjoyed.

Tom comes to the event and Jake was showing him around the base, and the shenanigans he gets into with his squad (Tom is delighted to gain some more blackmail against Mav). He also starts introducing Tom around, and some people are staring wide-eyed or straight up choke when they see Tom.

Why the fuck is the COMPACFLT here and in civvies!??? AND HANGMAN IS CALLING HIM, TOM???

Iceman makes sure to give his trademark glare to everyone who even thinks about mentioning his title or saying something to Jake. Everyone just snaps their mouths shut and smiles awkwardly.

It continues with Jake dragging THE ICEMAN around like an excited puppy, and Tom looking fond and ruffles Hangman's hair every few minutes. The base didn't realize how young Hangman really is until that day.

Eventually Tom and Jake run into Mav and Bradley and both have their mouths wide open as Jake introduces Tom to them.

Eventually ends with Mav saying, "Hey! I adopted him first!" While pouting.

"He takes after me more," Ice says giving Mav a grin as he slung an arm around Jake's shoulder to pull him against his side.

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frost-queen · 1 month

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It comes with perks (Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

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Summary: When you need someone to be your fake boyfriend to get you out of a situation with your ex, Hangman is the closest guy you find. What needed to be a one time thing, turned out into a long term act of fake dating. Certainly now that your dad Iceman is involved in as well. Slowly the lines of fake dating fade as Hangman becomes obessed with you, a ray of sunshine. When your ex tries to get back in your life, Jake becomes protective, finally ending those unclear lines of fake dating.

Phoenix and you entered Penny’s bar when your phone suddenly rang. Taking it out, the nametag on it made your eyes widen. You touched Phoenix on her shoulder, letting her know you needed a moment. She simply smiled, heading further into the bar to the booth were Bob, Coyote and Fanboy already were. The phone kept buzzing as you weren’t sure what to do. Panicking a bit as to say. You knew not picking up, would do nothing as he would just keep calling you.

Answering was even terrible, as you knew he’d say anything to get you to yield. Like a collective caller, kept he calling you. Looking around frantically, you spotted the first person at Penny’s bar. You rushed over to the bar, pulling Hangman back by his shoulder. – “Emergency, you’re my boyfriend.” – you breathed out, holding the phone out to him. Hangman smiled cocky. – “Well, well. If you were desperate for a kiss, you’d just had to ask Y/n.” – Hangman replied all smug to your annoyance.

“No. No! You’re not actually my boyfriend.” – you informed him hastily. Hangman furrowed his brows, frowning. – “Make up your mind girl.” – he let out confused to what was happening. You moved your phone higher up for him to notice. – “I need you to be my boyfriend and make him stop calling me!” – you called out almost frantically at how slow he was catching up.

“Right.” – He simply said, setting a beer down and taking your phone in his hand. He answered the phone, giving you a cheeky eyebrow wiggle. Hangman didn’t even listen to what the other person was saying on the phone. – “Listen bud, stop calling my girlfriend.” – he spoke through. He heard an immediate response. – “Uhm her boyfriend.�� – Hangman answered, showing you a goofy look at how obvious it was who he was talking to.

The man kept blabbing in his ear as Hangman had little interest in keeping him on the phone. – “Stop calling us, bye.” – he spoke in such a manufactured voice, he could work in sales and be dealing with a terrible customer but still upholding his work voice. Hangman hung up, giving you the phone back. – “Thank you!” – you let out relieved, bending a bit through your knees out of gratitude. – “So what do I get in return?” – Hangman asked.

“This beer?” – you suggested, placing your hand on the counter by it. Hangman tsked his tongue. – “Already paid for it sunshine.” – he said with a chuckle. – “Fine.” – you breathed out. – “I’ll clean your locker.” – you took out another suggestion as Hangman thought. – “How about wash my clothes?” – he responded. – “Deal.” – you agreed it was just that. Hangman shook hands with you to seal the deal.

He picked up his beer, throwing his arm over your shoulder. – “Who was the dude anyways?” – he asked, leading you to the others. – “My ex.” – you sighed out. Hangman looked half in shock at you. – “I didn’t know you dated someone.” – he called out as you had to shush his loud voice. – “It was like 6 months ago.” – you informed him.

“And he’s still calling you?” – Hangman blurted out as you hummed with a nod as response. – “I can’t shake him off.” – you sighed out nearing the booth with your friends. – “Well good thing your boyfriend saved the day.” – Hangman winked with a ridiculous smile. – “Not my boyfriend.” – you reminded him before sitting down.

Back in the locker room, you were washing Hangman’s attire. Washing them by hand as he called them delicate and needed to be handled with care. – “Uhm what are you doing?” – Phoenix asked seeing you in the locker room as she had walked by. – “Are those Hangman’s clothing?” – she pointed out when you had pulled it up to see if it was clean enough, revealing his nametag. – “Phoenix!” – you called out startled, splashing some water as your arms lowered immediately. – “Why are you washing his clothes?” – she wanted to know. – “I owe it to him.” – you responded, scrubbing his pilot gear.

“You dared to bet with Hangman. Bold.” – she answered impressed. – “It’s not that.” – you told her with a soft sigh. – “He did something for me, so I have to return the favour.” – you explained. – “Right.” – Phoenix widened her eyes briefly in delight. – “If your dad could see you know.” – she chuckled a bit. – “He’d flip that you fell so low.” You grunted soft. – “Good thing my dad.” – you emphasized. – “Can’t see me.” – you replied bitsy. – “Ohh cold touch.” – Phoenix teased touching her own shoulder. You scooped up some water, splashing it at her to wipe that smile off her face.

Phoenix screamed, dodging away when the water came her way. Half laughing, you teasing her with another scoop as she already darted away. When you were finished up with Hangman’s uniforms, you hung them neatly to dry. You came out of the lockers, making your way out of the hangar when you got pulled aside by Rooster. He pushed you firm up against the wall. – “Are you dating Hangman?” – called out at the brink of losing his mind. – “What?” – you responded confused.

“Are you dating him?” – Rooster wanted to know with a stern look. – “What, no, no…” – you replied waving your hands across. Rooster exhaled deep moving his fingers through his hair. – “Who told you this?” – you asked curious. – “Hangman has been bragging to everyone he’s dating you.” – Rooster let you know. Your eyes widened with shock.

You pushed Rooster a bit back, to make some room for you to leave. You needed to find Hangman and you needed to find him now. Jogging out of the hangar into the open. You saw a group of people near the F16’s going over to them. The closer you got, the clearer you saw Hangman amongst them.

“Hangman!” – you shouted drawing his attention. – “Looks like my girlfriend needs me.” – he said to Fanboy and Coyote all smug. Coyote rolled with his eyes as Fanboy shook his head. Hangman turned round to you, welcoming you with a warm smile. – “Yes my love.” – he said as you grabbed him firmly by the arm, dragging him away from the others. – “So eager.” – Hangman whispered to his friends with a chuckle. You came to a stop, letting harshly go of him.

“What are you doing?” – you called out giving him a little shove. – “Au.” – Jake mouthed pretending to be hurt from your shove. – “Jake!” – you called out wanting an answer out of him. – “What?” – he replied loud, making himself taller. – “Why are you telling everyone we are dating?” – you freaked out. Jake scoffed loud, turning his head away. – “Are we not?” – he answered cocky, wanting to slip his arm over your shoulder. It made you puff annoyed, crossing your arms.

“Oh come on Y/n, don’t be such a baby about it.” – Jake said taking you by the elbow, wanting you to uncross your arms. – “It’s a joke, sunshine.” – he kept tugging at your arm, trying to be smooth and cool at the same time. – “Sunshine!” – you suddenly heard loud, making you straighten your back. Hangman’s back straightened as well. Cyclone appeared coming to you. – “Iceman wants to speak to you.” – he said firmly, making your shoulders slouch. Jake was snickering quietly at you with a little point. – “He asked for both of you!” – Cyclone made clear, making Jake’s smile drop.

You tugged on his elbow, pulling him with you. Following Cyclone inside and up the stairs to Iceman’s desk. Cyclone knocked on the door, before popping his head inside. – “They are present.” – he said to Iceman. Cyclone stepped aside, expression flat as he allowed you to walk in. – “Tell me, am I hanging?” – Jake whispered to Cyclone wanting to know his outcome. Cyclone ignored him, giving him an extra shove into the room. – “Dad!” – you said with mixed expectations, opening your arms to a hug.

Iceman got up from behind his desk, coming to hug you. – “How is my little girl?” – he asked. – “Flying and thriving.” – you told him, making him form a smile on his lips. His gaze then shifted to Jake, who swallowed nervously. Iceman got all serious. He went to sit again, gesturing for you to sit as well. Jake and you sat down, unsure what to expect. – “So you are the one dating my daughter.” – Iceman spoke. – “Dad no…” – you blurted out, waving your hands across.

Iceman observed Hangman closely as it made him move uncomfortable in the chair. – “How’s his flying?” – he asked. – “Superb… sir.” – Jake replied loudly, humbling himself immediately. Iceman glanced your way. You could only smile sheepishly at him. – “I’m a bit saddened you didn’t tell me Y/n.” – Iceman began. – “But he looks decent enough. As long as he doesn’t hurt you… or else…” – Iceman gave Hangman his death stare.

Jake swallowed again. – “Dad we’re not…” – you began wanting to explain as Jake grabbed your hand out of the blue. – “No, no sunshine, it’s okay. He knows now.” – Jake spoke upholding the image of dating. You stared confused at him, why he would even want to go on with his stupid joke. – “Jake, this is my dad.” – you said between clenched teeth to him. Making it clear that he didn’t need to mess around. – “I’m so happy for you Y/n.” – Iceman said cheery.

“The man’s happy Y/n, let him be.” – Jake said to guilt trip you. You sighed soft letting yourself fall back in the chair. Jake got up. – “Well it was nice of you to call us in, sir.” – Jake said, nudging you to get up as well. Your dad chuckled happily at his manners as you could only roll your eyes. Jake extended his hand out to Iceman. Iceman took it to shake. – “I’m not one for favours, but if you ever need one for my daughter.” – he whispered to Jake with a wink.

Jake breathed out a laugh of surprise, glancing your way. Just to rub his it more in your face. – “Now we must really go.” – Hangman spoke tapping your elbow, to get you to follow. – “Give her a kiss.” – Iceman replied. Jake’s expression dropped. – “S’cuse me?” – he blurted out. – “Give her a kiss.” – he repeated gesturing at you.

Jake looked sheepishly at you, chuckling nervously. – “Sir truly…” – Jake began wanting to talk his way out of it. – “I want to see just how much you care for my daughter.” – Iceman persisted. Hangman took your hand, pulling you closer to give a kiss on the cheek. – “Give her a real kiss!” – Iceman shouted out of good sports. Jake sighed loud with a soft drop of his gaze. You raised your eyebrow at him, curious to see what he would do. He took you by the elbow, pulling you even closer.

“Just a quick one.” – he whispered to you. – “One second.” – you responded. Hangman held his finger up to his lips, looking all smug. He lowered his finger, giving you a quick nod before he’d kiss you. Your lips touched for a split second, pulling away quick. Iceman shook his head with disappointment. – “We have to go dad!” – you called out, opening the door. Dragging Jake with you out of his office. Downstairs, you let go of Jake.

“Your joke just escalated Hangman. Now my dad knows!” – you called out panicking. – “Hey you asked me to be your boyfriend.” – Jake replied loud. – “For like a few seconds.” – you shouted back. – “You asked for this Y/n.” - Jake answered loud taking off. – “Where are you going?” – you called out to him. Jake turned around, pulling his shoulders up. It made you groan loud.

Phoenix and you were stretching before exercise. – “Boyfriend coming over.” – she pointed out, turning her torso, holding her arm by her elbow. You looked up seeing Hangman come over with the other boys. It made you look at her with a certain glance. Phoenix stopped, walking off when Hangman came near. She joined the others behind him. – “You know for a sunshine, you frown a lot.” – he pointed out, touching your forehead.

You slapped his hand away. He grabbed you by the shoulders, moving his head closer to you. – “Smile, your dad is going to watch.” – he whispered making you widen your eyes. Jake moved aside from you, throwing his arm over you as he led you to the others. Maverick, Cyclone and Iceman neared. You all followed Maverick to the beach for a match of rugby. A good team exercise Maverick would call it. Cyclone and Iceman sat down, watching the pathetic play of rugby.

Hangman and you were on opposite teams. Fanboy had the ball, throwing it at Coyote. Hangman jumped in front of him, catching the football before his eyes. He then ran with it to your side, throwing his hard on the ground. He called it out in victory, pointing towards Iceman. Iceman clapped for Hangman’s score. He then looked all smug at you. Phoenix nudged you as you rolled your eyes at him. Trying not to find it sweet. Rooster caught the ball wanting to throw it at you. You caught it, wanting to run when you got picked up from the ground.

Hangman had picked you up, making you squeal loud out of surprise. Your feet hit the ground again, as he kept his arms around you. – “Try getting out of this now, sunshine.” – he breathed out. You wriggled in his grip for freedom. When you weren’t getting any, you tried running. Hangman laughed loud, squeezing his arms tighter around you. – “Where are you going sunshine?” – he laughed out. You tried so hard not to laugh as well, not to enjoy it too, but you failed.

You stopped trying to run, laughing loud. You tossed the football over to Bob. You showed him your empty hands, showing him his attempt to stop you failed. Hangman picked you up in response, making you squeal again. He then pressed a kiss on your cheek so quick, he barely caught himself doing it. You turned round in his embrace, staring a bit at him. Jake stared back at you.

Swallowing, he let go of you, scratching his neck sheepishly. You looked blissful away. The two of you hesitantly got back into the game, questioning whether you were actually starting to like each other or that it was the drive of fake dating for a while now.

After practise, you were all exhausted. Having been playing till the sun had set. Worn out, you all decided to grab a few drinks at Penny’s bar. You went up to her bar as Jake followed. Almost instinctively. You held four fingers up to Penny, ordering beer. Jake leaned with his elbows on the counter, throwing you a smug smile. Your phone vibrated in your pocket. Confused, you pulled it out holding it to the front. Jake’s eye fell on the caller, taking the phone from your hand before you could react.

He picked up, turning around to lean against the counter with his back. – “What do you want?” – he said bothered. Your ex didn’t even have to finish his sentence when Jake spoke again. – “Listen asshole, if you call her one more time. I’ll make sure you’ll never see daylight again. You won’t see me coming. I’ll fly above your house, aiming for your pathetic bedroom and you’ll be burned to crisps in a matter of seconds.” – Jake threatened making you stare in shock at him.

“She doesn’t want you cause I’m her boyfriend. She’s mine and let me tell you ass, I don’t like sharing.” – Jake said over the phone. – “This was your last call or you’re dead!” – he angrily hung up the phone. – “Thank… thank you…” – you said astonished by how hot that was. Jake tugged your phone in his pocket.

Penny arrived with the drinks as he took them, motioning with his head for you to follow. You slid into a booth with him as the others were waiting. Hangman threw an arm over your shoulder, pushing you closer to him. It made you feel like squealing. The lines of pretend and real blurring away. Jake caught you staring at him, melting as he saw you smile like the sun back at him. He moved his head closer to you, wanting to kiss you in that moment, but caught himself just in time.

He shifted his head to the side, kissing your cheek instead. It didn’t feel satisfying, but he wouldn’t dare himself to kiss you out of the blue with everyone around. Your friends were so used to the two of you dating, they hardly had any eye for it. Not clear it was all an act, started from a joke. After an hour or two, checked Jake his watch. – “I’m taking Y/n home.” – he said removing his arm from you. He got out of the booth, taking you with him.

You said goodbye to the others. Jake grabbed your hand, walking out of Penny’s bar with you. Outside he was still holding your hand as it made you snicker soft. – “No one’s watching Hangman.” – you told him. Hangman looked at you with eyes full of affection. – “I know.” – he responded, pausing you. – “Are we still faking it?” – he asked catching you by surprise. Unsure, you pulled your shoulders up. That seemed to answer Hangman enough as he cupped your cheeks, kissing your lips.

The kiss was long, anticipating the moment till he could finally kiss you. His tender kiss moved to longing and desperation as his hands grabbed you tightly. You kissed him back, fully surrendering under his spell. The lines of fake dating having been shattered long ago.

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k9effect · 5 months

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I thought about Mav passed out at his work desk with headphones on and it spiralled into this whole thing

Mav always felt a little lonely.

Even when he had people around him who loved him, he always ended up on his own one way or another and felt that loneliness seeping in. Goose was the first to notice. Before Goose's trips back to Tennessee to see Carole included Mav, he would come back to base to hear about how his pilot had lost a bit of his shine while he was away.

That's when Goose started making the recordings.

It was a small gift, but it meant the world to Mav. A brand new walkman, headphones and all, and a single cassette tape. This tape didn't have music on it, no, it contained a three hour recording of Goose reading though the F-14 Tomcat Flight Manual and adding in his own comedic commentary.

He wasn't sure what Mav would think of it, but when he returned home from another trip and found his pilot curled up asleep on the lounge, headphones on, walkman clutched in his hands, the tape run through, he realised he had made the right decision. Once Mav stirred, realising Goose had returned, he pulled the RIO onto the couch and thanked him for how thoughtful and considerate of a gift it was. That it made him feel less alone.

Goose continued the recordings. They were simple things he could make while completing other work. An hour recording here of Goose rambling while he completed chores, half an hour recording there of Goose muttering while he completes some paperwork. Even after Mav started joining him on his trips to Carole and they inevitably became attached at the hip, Goose continued making recordings. They grew more sincere over time, telling Mav that he was loved and he was strong and could get through anything.

Maverick was very glad he continued making them. It was a piece of Goose he could always carry with him.

Because one day, Goose wasn't there anymore.

Ice was never quite certain why his wingman was always listening to music on a busted walkman, but he never questioned it.

That was until he was packing Mav an overnight bag after an accident and Mav had specifically requested the walkman. Ice had taken a closer look at it and seen the writing on the cassette.

‘GOOSE - 12’

Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled on the headphones and pressed play.

“Y'know, Mav-” It was Goose's voice, Ice realised with a pang deep in his chest, “- I'm pretty sure, by like, most, if not all, the laws of aviation, you should have broken our Tomcat's airframe several times over. I honestly don't know how she's still together-” There was the clinking of dishes and sloshing of water along with the distinct sound of a bristly, sudsy brush scrubbing metal. “- What sort of demon did you make a deal with to manage this? I'm not arguing, I'd rather not face a board of inquiry again, but I'm curious.”

Ice paused it.

He realised very quickly what the cassette was and that, judging on the number, there were more of these.

Mav was always listening to Goose talk.

He packed the walkman into the overnight bag with much more care than he offered possibly anything.

Mav stared.

He blinked once, then twice. But it changed nothing.

There was a cassette sitting on his bed. On it, was scribbled a name and a number.

‘ICE - 1’

Beneath it was a small, simple note.

‘Listen to me.’

Mav pushed the cassette into his walkman and, sitting down, let it play.

“Hey, Mav. Sorry if this is weird for you, it sure feels weird for me. I- uh- I realised what the walkman is for. I'm sorry I teased you for it, it's not dumb and old. I know Slider thought you were pretty cool for having one. He's got one too. But anyways, I found a recording of Goose and I realised why you have this so I thought, y'know, maybe I could make you some new ones? To make up for the teasing at least. I mightn't be as good as Goose but I'll give it my best shot. I've got a book here, I'm just gonna read it out loud for a while, okay? Okay. Here we go…”

Mav listened to the whole thing in one sitting. It was long and sweet and Mav felt something aching inside him, something that hadn't ached in a long time.

Every week or so, Mav would find another cassette in his room with an increased number on it. It was just Ice for a while, but then he found one labelled ‘SLIDER - 1’. Then another a few months later labelled ‘HOLLYWOOD - 1’, then ‘WOLFMAN - 1’. His collection grew as more people helped continue Goose's legacy.

The day he found ‘VIPER - 1’ he felt like he was five again. Viper's recording was two hours worth of him recounting childhood stories of Mav, stories of him with his parents, of just his parents, and deployment tales of his dad.

Once Mav buys his first proper home, an old hangar out in the Mojave Desert, he builds a small shelf to hold all of his cassettes instead of keeping them in a bag or a box. It's then, when they're all neatly organised together, that he realises just how many he has.

The original thirty-one from Goose.

Three from Carole.

One short one from Bradley.

Seventeen from Iceman.

Ten from Slider.

Seven each from Hollywood and Wolfman.

Four from Chipper.

Three from Sunny.

And, so far, Two from Viper.

He doesn't feel so lonely anymore. Everyone he loves has put time and effort into making sure he doesn't feel alone. That instead, he feel loved.

And he sure does.

Even now, years down the track, Ice will stumble upon Maverick passed out at his work desk late at night ontop of a half finished project, with his old walkman next to him, headphones on, listening to Goose laugh his way through the Tomcat manual.

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polar-equinoxx · 2 months

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be still my beating heart.

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#MYAHAHHAAH #helloo a fic #feast on this icemav stans #ms tg #ms art #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun fanart #top gun fanfic

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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You’re Not Alone

Requested: yes

Summary: After Ice makes a comment that, unbeknownst to him, hurts you, he needs to make sure that you know just how sorry he is.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Sexism. Crying. Arguing. Mentions of drinking.

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

“The plaque for the alternates is down in the lady's room.” It was Ice’s quip that made you stop. You knew that it was addressed at Maverick but it still hurt all the same. Goose laughed loudly. You could feel the eyes on you as you sucked in a sharp breath and headed out of the classroom.

You had known Ice for years. The two of you first met at the academy, becoming instant friends with both him and Slider. He had even been the one to give you your call sign; Snow White because of your jet-black hair. It was also fitting for the way you were similar to Ice in your frostiness. Eventually, the pair of you got together. In a few weeks, it would be your fifth anniversary.

His comment shouldn't have affected you like it did. You knew that it was aimed at Maverick but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Iceman was the person that knew more than anyone how hard you had to work to get where you were. It was safe to say that female pilots were a rarity in the Navy. The men around you were constantly looking down on you, belittling you just because you were a woman. You knew that Ice wasn’t one of those people. Both him and Slider were constantly telling you how much you deserved to be where you were today, no matter how often you told them they didn’t need to. To hear Ice say that made you rethink the things that he had told you over the past six years. Maybe that’s what he actually thought. That you were below him and the other pilots, just because you were a woman.

You headed into the changing rooms before anyone else got there. Grabbing your civilian clothes, you headed into one of the bathroom stalls and began changing out of your uniform. You could hear some of the others make their way into the room, laughing loudly. The second you were finished you folded your uniform carefully and unlocked the stall.

Ice, Slider, Hollywood, Wolfman, Maverick, and Goose were all standing in front of their lockers. They were all discussing plans to go to the bar tonight. Your locker was next to Ice’s. Silently, you placed your uniform in the small locker. Popping a piece of gum in your mouth, you ignored Ice when he tried to talk to you. Honestly, you weren’t in the mood to deal with him right now. Slamming your locker, you left the room, leaving everyone staring after you confused.

The bar was packed. People were mingling loudly, chatting and laughing as they sipped on their drinks. You leaned against the bar, waiting for your drink to come. Many of your classmates surrounded you. Hollywood and Wolfman were sitting beside you, lost in their own little world. A soft hand landed on your shoulder. After six years you didn’t need to think too hard about who it was.

Ice wound his arm around your waist. You turned away slightly when he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. His eyebrows furrowed. What was with you today? “You okay?” He questioned, downing the shot that was placed in front of him. You rolled your eyes. God, this man could be oblivious sometimes. When you didn’t respond Ice craned his neck to meet your eyes. “Snow? What’s wrong?” Regardless of the concern dripping from his words, you didn’t want anything to do with him right now.

“I can’t do this right now, Ice,” Sighing, you set your now empty glass on the bar top and moved toward the exit. You could hear Ice groan behind you. Not caring, you continued towards the exit and stepped out of the bar. The fresh air was glorious. You sucked in a deep breath, shutting your eyes for a minute. The door shut behind you. “Please, Tom.” With a sigh, you turned to face him.

His eyes were on you, watching with concern as he moved toward you. “What’s going on?” When all you offered in response was a mumbled ‘nothing’ Ice scoffed. “Bullshit. You’re barely even looking at me.” Your eyes were focused on the gravel in front of his shoes. He watched you carefully as you chose your words.

You sighed and brought your eyes up to meet his. “Why would you say that?” Ice’s brow furrowed in confusion. What the hell were you talking about? “Why would you joke about being a woman pilot?” His mind instantly flashed to the comment he had made earlier that day. Of course. How could he have been so stupid? The pilot's heart dropped when he saw the way you tried to blink away the tears that gathered on your lashes.

He wished that he could run to you and wipe your tears away; hold you until he knew you were okay. But, he knew that that was probably the last thing you wanted right now. He had to choose his words very carefully. “I wasn’t thinking,” You scoffed. “And I know that that is no excuse for what I said but I promise you, I would never make fun of you, or mock you. Ever,” Ice took a cautious step towards you. “I know how hard you had to work to get where you are and that is nothing to joke about,” He was now standing only a foot away from you. “I am so, so sorry, baby.” When you sniffled quietly Ice thought the worst: he was about to lose you after nearly five years.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, your arms had wound their way around his waist with your face buried in his chest. He stumbled back slightly from the force of your hug. You were crying softly into his chest. His lips settled on the crown of your head. “I’m so sorry,” The words were mumbled into your hair but you could hear them nonetheless. You shook your head, face still nuzzled in Ice’s chest.

“Thank you,” You whispered, pulling your head back to look at him. Tom had tears of his own gathering on his bottom lash. Biting his lip, he tried to blink them away. He didn’t think you should be thanking him for anything. “Thank you for believing in me,” There was a small smile resting on your lips, Tom’s eventually mimicking your own. “I love you, Tom.” You rested your head against his shoulder, arms still wrapped tightly around his waist.

His hand began rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I love you too, baby. You’re never gonna be alone as long as I'm here,” He had no idea how much it meant to hear him say that. The pair of you stood in silence, simply enjoying each other presence. Tom had made it clear that he understood his mistake, and he would be damned if he ever made it again. You knew how much he regretted what he said. You were glad to know that no matter what happened, you would always have Ice in your corner. As if he could hear your thoughts, Ice leaned down slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. “You deserve so much baby. I hope one day I can give that to you.” Your heart melted at his words.

With a giddy smile, you moved to hide your face in Ice’s neck, eyes catching on the wet tear stain you left on his sunny whites. “Oops.” You giggled quietly. Tom’s found where you were looking, causing him to let out a soft chuckle as well. When you moved to apologize Ice cut you off with a soft shake of his head. The shirt could be washed. What Ice really cared about was the fact that you were okay and that you knew just how much he loved you. And he didn’t intend to stop telling you for a very long time.

a/n: Thank you for reading! requests are open.

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contrabandhothead · 2 years

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awakened from my slumber for top gun: maverick as text posts

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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i'll be home for christmas

tom "iceman" kazansky x gn!reader, 390 words tw: slight angst? reader is kind of angry even though they never outright say it, you are married to iceman but i keep pronouns gender neutral a/n: any time i think of the song (see title), i think of camilla cabello's version. it haunts me.

Christmas.

The most wonderful time of the year. Or at least, it should have been. You should have been in the arms of the man you loved, and yet, you're sitting in the middle of your living room, staring at the empty spot where he would have put your Christmas tree.

His mission would put him out through the beginning of the New Year. There wasn't any point in celebrating, especially if he was the reason you celebrated.

With a sigh, you leaned back against the couch cushions. You were just a few miles away from the base, and yet, you knew you weren't any closer to your husband. He was far away—overseas, and completing whatever dangerous mission had found him.

Knock, knock.

Your eyes peeled open.

Who the hell was that? You weren't expecting anyone. All your friends were away for their own respective holidays, and his friends were off on the mission with him. You were left alone with your thoughts, and you had been hoping to wallow in self-pity until he returned. But luck was not on your side.

You slowly got up, walking over to the door with much hesitation. Should you even answer it? Would they just go away if you waited long enough?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Obviously not.

Whoever it was wasn't about to leave.

You inwardly groaned and unlocked the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole to see who it could have been.

"Can I help—"

Your voice froze in the back of your throat. You slowly looked up from those military-grade boots, eyes skipping directly to the handsome face of your beloved husband.

"Tom?"

He began to smile, immediately reaching forward to pull you in a hug.

"What—what are you doing here? I didn't think you'd be back until after January!"

"Things changed," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "We finished early."

He leaned forward, his lips pressing to yours. You kissed him back, unable to fight the tears forming in your eyes. As he pulled back, he grinned.

"Tom... I didn't even decorate!"

He couldn't help but laugh. "We still have time, beautiful," he said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You leaned against his hand, taking in a deep breath.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you, too."

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lucyrose191 · 5 months

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Oh oh, can you write a pt2 of your kimi raikkonen fic? The date 🥰

SPOKEN ADMIRATION| K.RÄIKKÖNEN

Author’s note; not too sure how I feel about this, it’s not my best work.

Pairing; Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Driver!Reader

Summary; Whilst the rest of the grid are out partying and celebrating Kimi and Y/N spend some time alone getting to know each other in his hotel room together

Warning; Implied age gap but not specified.

F1 Master List , Part 1

Y/N didn’t know if she understood Kimi correctly when he had invited her to his room for ‘a drink’. These days that could mean anything, if it was anyone else she’d assume they were asking her out as a sort of relaxed date to get to know each other but this was Kimi Raikkonen, possibly one of the hardest people in the world to understand.

Did he want to get to know her better?

She had never really payed much attention to men, she had most definitely been approached and asked out before but with a goal as ambitious as hers growing up she found it best to focus on racing rather than any other aspects of her life, racing was just more important to her.

She also wasn’t really a fan of how immature guys her age could be but Kimi wasn’t her age, their conversations had been pretty limited but she couldn’t deny that he was charming in his own way.

His ‘iciness’ had never deterred her in any way because she herself was like that too, in fact now that she thought about it she seemed to enjoy the press conferences much more when Kimi was there with her, their personalities, as blunt or ‘harsh’ as they could be, fit well together and she knew the journalists hated interviewing them together but Y/N found herself enjoying those interviews more than any others.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, she hadn’t put much effort in her outfit, she thought if she was simply going to be spending the evening with Kimi in his room then comfort was the way to go and settled on a jogger and hoodie set, even if Kimi did want it to be a sort of date she doubted he’d have put in much effort as well.

Her hair looked great though and she had minimal makeup on and deemed it enough for the night.

Arriving at his hotel room, her nerves had skyrocketed, something she wasn’t familiar with as she was usually confident but it seemed all that confidence had left her tonight.

Not wanting to stand in the hallway of the hotel all night, she knocked on the door, it only took a few seconds for him to answer.

She was taken by surprise.

He was wearing a grey top with matching sweats but it was the glasses on his face that had caught her attention.

He looked hot.

"I didn’t know you wore glasses," she commented lightly as she walked past him into his room, taking notice of how uncannily tidy it was, she didn’t imagine him as a near freak but he surely wouldn’t have cleaned his room just because she was coming, would he?

"Just at night," he shrugged, gesturing to his bed for bed to sit whilst he walked round the other side where there was a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting.

Y/N gave him a funny look. "Since when did you drink wine? I thought you were into the hard stuff."

Kimi looked at her before looking towards the floor as though trying to hide a smile knowing she was right. "You prefer wine," he simply stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N stood for a moment and stared, letting his words sink in. "I do-but, well, I thought you invited me here to try and get me drunk? I was expecting whiskey and jäger bombs."

Kimi sighed and took a seat on the edge of the bed, popping open the bottle of wine and filling the glasses half way. "I didn’t invite you here to get drunk," he muttered, turning himself around to hand over her glass before lying his body against the headboard, his own glass in hand resting against his stomach.

She took the glass and mimicked his movements, both lying next to each other as she thought about his words and what to say in return. "Why did you invite me here?" She eventually settled on asking, not really wanting to beat around the bush.

Kimi pursed his lips at her question, eyes trained on the ceiling as he tried to find the words, he couldn’t just blurt it out, that would be wrong.

Y/N turned her head and looked at him curiously, "Do you like me, like, are you attracted to me?" She asked bluntly.

She watched as a subtle pink tinge blossomed on his cheeks and tried to press down the smile that was trying to appear on her face.

"S’ppose so," he responded, his voice that usual Finnish gruff that seems to be more prominent when he tried to be nonchalant or brush a topic to the side.

"You suppose so?" Y/N asked, biting down on her bottom lip, feeling he mouth threatening to stretch wider into a smile.

She wanted to laugh when he simply shrugged in response, knowing that if this was going to go anywhere then it was up to her because getting this far was probably way out of his comfort zone and it seemed he was really trying. "Did you ask me here as a date?"

"It was just a thought- Sebastian thought it would be a good idea-"

"-This was Sebastian’s idea?" The smile fell from her face.

Kimi rubbed a palm over his face as he saw the look on her face, he raised the glass to his mouth and downed its entirety before sitting up and facing her properly.

"I wanted it, he pushed me. I’m glad he did. I hoped you’d be open to the idea but I know you aren’t interested in finding- I just thought-"

"You really aren’t good with words, are you?" Y/N smiled at him, finding his rambling quite adorable.

"You’re right though, I’m not really interested in finding someone, or well- I wasn’t but then you asked which took me by surprise and if you wanted to then I’d give it a go, us two. I’d rather keep it on the down low though, for now at least, until it’s something."

A half a smile had grown on Kimi’s face as Y/N had rambled, relief filling his chest at her words. He was honestly more than fine with keeping it quiet, whatever it was, it would be nice to figure out things without people prying and he wouldn’t want to be the cause of her receiving backlash.

He couldn’t give a shit about anything that’s said about him but Y/N has worked so hard to get to where she is and he didn’t want to affect that, besides he was planning on retiring in the next few year so after that then there’d really be no issue.

"Are you okay with that?" She asked, not knowing what his silence meant.

Kimi looked at her in the eye and nodded, revelling in the pure joy on her face.

"So, what does Kimi Räikkönen do when he’s not busy with his hobby?" Y/N tried to get to know him.

"Bwoah, I don’t know," he blew out a large puff of air as he thought before shrugging "Sleep."

Y/N rolled her eyes "Of course you do, that’s all I ever see you doing," she teased.

"I don’t want to talk about me, I want to know about you," he told her strongly which she relented to knowing that there was time for her to get to know him.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Everything," he immediately responded as though he didn’t even need to think about it.

Y/N looked down to hide her smile before looking back up into his eyes that were sitting intently on her, his eyes held a soft gaze that she had never seen him have before; not realising that it actually appeared quite often whenever she was around.

"Well," she began. "When I was younger, I used to be quite bothered about what the boys in karting would say about me but then my dad told me that it was stupid that I even listened when I was easily beating them on the track and would be able to beat them with my fists too if he allowed me to, ever since then I just imagined myself punching everyone whenever they said something about me, I still do it now, the amount of times I’ve imagined punching Will Buxton in the face is ridiculous." She laughed melodically causing Kimi to smirk.

"My favourite colour is light blue, it has been since I was born because my parents got told I was a boy and had gotten me a blue stuffed rabbit that I still have to this day. I’ve always wanted to drive for RedBull because Sebastian drove for the team and he was my favourite driver, I loved how ruthless he was."

Kimi was never going to tell Sebastian that because if he found out the woman Kimi liked had seen Seb as an idol then the German would never let him live it down.

"Something you might not like is that I actually hate partying and getting drunk because I got alcohol poisoning as a teenager and I love that you’re always yourself in front of the cameras and show exactly who you are and where you’re here, to race, you couldn’t care less about the fame and I admire that."

As she finished speaking she looked him in the eyes, appreciating the thoughtful look on his face and the soft curve of his lips.

They simply stared at each other for a while, shoulders touching and wine glasses long forgotten, Y/N still half filled.

It was a subconscious move in the way Kimi’s face inched closer to hers, he hadn’t even noticed but she did and mimicked him until their noses were lightly brushing against each other.

Eventually, it was Y/N that inched forward and pressed her lips against his. She had never experienced a fluttering stomach from a kiss before, right now was a first. There were butterflies flying around crazily in her abdomen and every thought had disappeared, leaving her a cloudy mind.

When they pulled apart for air, they kept their bodies close, not really wanting to lose their connection entirely, both searching the others eyes for any sign of regret but pleasantly found none.

Kimi lifted an arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, silently pulling her into his embrace.

Not much needed to be said between the two, there was now a clear unspoken agreement between the two that it was now the start of something that would potentially be great, if not the start of what could be their entire lives,

Both were looking forward to it, grateful that a simple night together could’ve made so much progress.

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Kinktober Day 8 - Size

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader

cw: size kink, first time (fucking for the first time, not virginity loss), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise

word count: 1586

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

You’ve never seen Ice like this.

Unguarded, loose, intoxicated.

You’re sprawled out on the bed in your dim lit bedroom. You’re not meant to be bound or anything, but your knuckles are white from gripping the headboard, bracing yourself as Ice spreads your legs.

The warm, glowy lamp on your bedside table illuminates the better part of his face; his lips are puffy and wet from kissing you, and there’s an eagerness in his pale eyes. Almost amorous, like he’s in a trance just from looking down at you.

It ignites something in you, a spark in your lower abdomen as his eyes rake over your lower half.

Ice slips his shirt off, tosses it to your floor and then works the button on his jeans. You let go of the headboard momentarily, just to sit up and slip your top off too, and Ice keeps his eyes on you as you both remove the last of your clothes.

Your arms naturally reach up to grip the headboard again, breath getting heavy in anticipation for what it is he plans to do with you.

It’s your first time actually having sex with him. You’d messed around for weeks, sure. His eager hand down your pants, yours squeezing at his bulge over his pants under the table at the O Club, making out in a bathroom stall to the point of dishevelment, but not sex. Not yet.

Ice nearly looks like he’s salivating, his lips shiny. Reasonably, because his next move is leaning forward and letting his spit drip down onto your cunt. You flinch as it lands directly on your clit, and then moan quietly when his long fingers reach in to smear it across. Your body loosens at his touch, but your legs twitch with every swipe of his fingers.

“Ice,” you whine, hips involuntarily rolling towards him, aching for more contact.

It seems that just the pads of his fingers are enough to get you squirming against your sheets. He watches with concentration as they knead at your folds, spreading you open and letting more of his spit drip down onto your slit. It mixes with your growing arousal, and it starts sounding wet as he rubs you.

Ice doesn’t take his eyes off his fingers, how long they look against you. He removes them momentarily, slips them through his other hand for a second to mindlessly analyze their size, and then looks back at your leaking cunt. His eyes flick to you, watches as you watch him, the look on your face when he presses his middle finger against your hole. It slips inside easily, your walls fluttering around it, eliciting a high pitched moan from you at the entry. You’re so turned on that you immediately need more.

“I–Ice, more,” you plead, trying your best to stay still for him.

He pulls his drenched finger out, inserts his index along with it, and watches intently as they enter you all the way to the knuckle. It’s then that he curls them slightly, and you gasp and groan loudly at how good it feels.

“I need you to fuck me,” you babble under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure courses through your body.

He seems to catch it, though, his breathing getting heavier at your audible request. He continues prodding at your G-spot, knuckles drenched and against your clit until he pulls them back just enough to slip in a third finger. “Bare with me, baby,” he whispers, mouth agape as he pants, watching your pussy stretch around his digits.

Your moans get higher in pitch, sounding more like cries as he stretches you open. “P–please.. Ice.”

“I need to stretch you—just a little more, baby,” he husks, lidded eyes momentarily flicking over to you.

You throw your head back against the pillow and shake it back and forth as you continue crying out for him. “Please, I need you now—” A strangled noise comes out of you when his fingers curl deeper. You continue babbling, “Don’t wanna cum like this, I want you to fuck me.”

Ice groans and draws his fingers out, bringing them up to wipe on his tongue. He uses the slick on his hands to wrap around his cock, and it’s only then that you lift your head to get a good look at it. Your breath audibly catches in your throat at the sight of it, hard and throbbing and incredibly large in his fist.

You knew he had to be big, had felt him from outside his pants but Christ, you realize now why he was taking his time opening you up.

On his knees, Ice settles between your legs as he languidly strokes himself. He looks dazed as he leans in to rub the tip through your folds, and then decides that he needs a better angle. He’s quite literally towering over you, and he needs you even closer. Better for him, having your small frame wrapped around him. It’s enough just seeing you underneath him, but having you close, getting to touch you, seeing how big his hand looks against your torso, he’s almost afraid he’s not gonna last very long.

Snaking an arm underneath your waist, he pulls you up against his thighs, your legs inadvertently wrapping around his waist. You’re still death gripping the headboard, holding onto it for dear life as you brace yourself for the seemingly bigger stretch.

Ice’s eyebrows pull tight together when the tip pushes in just an inch inside of you. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan, sharp exhales spilling instead.

The tip itself has you seeing stars, and you unintentionally arch your back, allowing him inside of you another inch. Ice groans out, loud and hot, and then bites on the plush of his bottom lip. Attentive eyes fall down to the sight of his throbbing cock splitting you open—fuck—way more than his fingers did, and it’s almost dizzying.

He speaks then, breaking free from his speechless daze, “How does it feel?” he asks, serious but strained. “Tell me.”

You cry out as he slowly slides inside. “Fuck fuck fuck. So good.”

“Yeah?” His voice is soft; he sounds out of breath.

“So fucking good,” you reiterate, legs tensing around his waist as he pushes in more and more.

Fuck. You feel so deliciously full already, stuffed to the brim, and he’s still pushing in, watching ardently as every inch disappears inside of you.

He leans forward to hover above you when he’s buried inside you all the way, the veins in his throat throbbing as your tight walls constrict around him, squeezing him so good, like nothing else before. “F–fuck,” he moans through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut, relishing in your warmth.

Your body feels slack as he envelops you, buzzing the way a limb does after it falls asleep on you. A sort of uncomfortable pleasure.

You’ve never felt this full in your life.

When he starts to move, you have to let go of the headboard and clasp a hand over your mouth to trap your screams. You can feel him in your stomach, the tip of his dick tapping against a part inside you that you’ve never even felt before. It evokes a hollow feeling inside you, like he’s reached something forbidden. It’s a different kind of pleasure, one that feels like a scratch you can’t get rid of no matter how much you itch at it. It licks up your body and paints your face crimson, heat in your cheeks when the sharp noises of his hips slamming against yours fill the room.

“Oh, God,” he moans against your ear. “Oh, fuck—so tight.”

You whimper at his words, at the pretty noises he makes.

“Look at you,” he breathes, moans slipping out between his words. “Taking all of it. Fuck.”

“Ice..” There’s a warning to your voice; you’re gonna cum soon if he continues talking.

Strong hands wrap around your ribs, and he angles his hips to thrust into you harder, deeper. It takes everything in you not to let go; you know he’s close too with how fucking drunk on it he looks, his face flushed and contorted beautifully.

He reaches his peak when he opens his eyes and glances down at your bodies, at the stark difference in them, at how fucking big he looks pounding into you. You cum with him; loud, uncontrollable cries meeting with his long, raspy groans.

Ice bows his head to kiss you, regretful that he hadn’t yet. He tastes just as sweet as he looks, quiet moans still spilling into each other’s mouths as the glow washes over you. He doesn’t pull out, in fact remains buried inside you to the hilt as he lazily works his mouth and tongue against yours.

He kind of wants to stay inside you forever, comfortable and snug there. He feels your body growing sensitive, however, your legs sputtering and your hips slightly pulling back, and it’s then that he pulls out. You whimper against his lips at the emptiness, your core left drenched and pulsing. You realize how sore your arms feel from grabbing onto the headboard, so you bring them down and over his shoulders, yanking him down atop your exhausted body.

Oh, he’s heavy, you realize. Right.

Basking in the glow together, Ice smiles, letting you breathe when he snakes his arms underneath you again to flip you over, settling you against his wide chest, arms enveloping your frame.

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