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topgun-imagines · 7 months

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Day 6: Part Of Me

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

Synopsis: When you wake up to horrific pain in the middle of the night, you immediately know what’s wrong.

Warnings: Miscarriage, blood, death, panic attack, mention of hospitals, mental breakdown & descriptions of pain.

Word count: 1.5k

The world around you was calm. For 3:17, that was perfectly normal. A soft breeze flitted through the open window, making you shiver in your sleep and curl into Tom. Even in his sleep, his arm tightened around you. For the first time in what felt like weeks, you were finally at peace. With Tom’s never-ending workload, the two of you could hardly ever find time just for yourselves. So, you relished these moments. Even if you were simply sleeping next to him, the two of you were together and that was all you could have needed.

This was the kind of peace you longed for. Being held like this, in his arms, didn’t get to happen very often due to his busy schedule. Oftentimes, he was on the other side of the world on a ship, making it hard for the two of you to even say goodnight. It was safe to say that being snuggled against his warm skin was a pleasant change of pace.

Tom lay sound asleep next to you, flimsy sheet draped across his waist and soft snores falling from his parted lips. No matter how peaceful the outside world appeared, that was far from the truth. Even your fiancé was blissfully unaware of the moment you woke up in a stomach-churning pain that left you breathless. Regardless of the cool sea breeze blowing through the window, your skin was warm and sticky. Sharp gasps escaped you and tears welled in your eyes at the immense pain.

You didn’t know what to do. Panic began to flood through you. Without making a sound, you hobbled out of the bed, hardly able to walk. You paused and flicked on the lamp. The sight on your side of the bed almost had you collapsing onto the ground.

It had been two months since you found out that you were pregnant and it had been the happiest eight weeks of your life. Now, however, you were watching all of that come crashing down around you. You had read every book on pregnancy you could find and as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew exactly what was happening.

You had heard horror stories of women miscarrying. Stories of nights where everything seemed fine at first, only for them to be in the hospital a few hours later. Tom had assured you that that would never be the case with you. Oh how wrong he was. You should have seen this coming when it was so difficult to get pregnant. You should have known. How could you have been so careless? This was all your fault.

The thought had you shaking, hand clasped over your mouth tightly. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stifle your sobs. You were crying hysterically now as the reality of the situation sunk in.

You had lost your baby.

You did everything right. You had made sure to follow every rule, no matter how foolish or silly or redundant you thought it was, you followed it. Every. Single. Rule. Even random advice from family members that had absolutely no business being a fact. You still followed and listened. All because you wanted to keep your baby safe. Now, it seemed as if none of that mattered.

Through the thoughts racing around your mind, you couldn’t hear the way you were nearly hyperventilating. But Tom did. Within seconds of sitting up groggily, he was by your side. Your sobs only grew louder at the feeling of his gentle touch. You had failed. You had failed him. Why was he comforting you? Surely you didn’t deserve it. He would pull away when he finally understood. You were positive.

Only, he never did pull back. Not even when you tried to tell him what was wrong. “Ice-” You gasped through your sobs, struggling to breathe properly. All he did was hold you tiger, tears of his own welling in his eyes. They were fixated on your side of the bed. He was staring at the dark spot on the crisp white sheets; the spot that was covered in blood.

Ever so slowly, the tears began leaking down his face. “I know, baby,” It was softer than a whisper but it spoke volumes. Together, the two of you sobbed as his head collapsed into the crook of your neck. “I know.”

When you let out a sound akin to a scream was the moment that Tom finally rose from the ground. His movements were quick as he helped you to your feet, helping you change from your flimsy shorts into a loose pair of his sweats. Soft words of assurance were whispered against your temple as Ice picked you up bridal style and carried you to the car. Deep down, you knew that he was much more terrified than he was letting on, but he was keeping a brave face for you. In your hazy mind, you couldn’t find the words to thank him.

In the air, Ice was a very calm and collected man. One of the most important things to him was his ability to follow rules to the letter. He never let anything mess him up, not even Maverick. But now, he was breaking more than several traffic laws to get you to the hospital quickly. Right now, he didn’t care how recklessly he had to drive, he was going to get you to that hospital.

Within ten minutes, Ice was parking the car in front of the doors. It was hard to focus on anything but the pain surging through your body, setting your nerve endings ablaze. Once again, you were lifted into his arms and rushed into the building. “Help!” Even through your unfocused, fuzzy mind, you could hear his cry for help. At this point you were delirious. Your head lolled against his chest and you seemed seconds away from passing out. “Please! She needs help!” The last thing you saw before everything went dark was the concerned face of your fiancé.

When you woke up, you were no longer in pain. Honestly, you weren’t quite sure if that was good or bad. The second you were coherent enough, you were looking for Tom. After everything that had happened tonight, all you needed was your pilot.

Unsurprisingly, you didn’t have to look far. Ice was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair beside your hospital bed. The sight of him sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands instantly formed a pit in your stomach. Of course, Ice was a serious person. But after a night like this, he wouldn’t be sitting like that if it wasn’t bad news. Almost instinctively, your hand reached down to hold your stomach. The joy you once felt from touching the area that held your baby never came.

“I’m so sorry,” Tom’s head snapped up so fast that you were surprised he didn’t get whiplash. The man was by your side in an instant. There was a look in his eyes, one that you had never seen before. It only added fuel to the fire. “It’s all my fault.”

That had him shaking his head adamantly. This was a terrible turn of events but he would never, ever, blame it on you. Unshed tears lined his eyes, clinging to his dark lashes. “No, baby,” Delicately, Ice reached up to cup your cheek. His tears began to fall. Not very long after, yours followed suit. “It’s not your fault. You couldn't have done anything to stop it.” While his words were supposed to be comforting, they had just confirmed your worst fear. Your baby was gone.

“Listen to me,” He tried again to comfort you, both hands cupping your cheeks and using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “There was nothing we could have done.” Whispered words of assurance did little to calm your racing mind. How did he know that? How did he know for certain that there was nothing that you could have done better to keep your baby safe?

The sad smile on his face was the straw that broke the camel's back. You burst into tears once more. That was how the two of you remained for as long as you could remember. Your head in the crook of his neck, his hand on the back of your head and arms wrapped tight around you as the two of you snuggled on the scratchy hospital sheets. You were sure that your combined cries were loud enough to be heard on the other side of the hospital. Even so, you couldn’t find it in you to care. And as a nurse passed by the closed door, her heart broke for the couple inside. The couple that had just lost their baby girl.

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Whoops! I accidentally put in a submission instead of an ask. My bad. But I love Hangman and shyxreader, but what do you think of Ice and shy!reader?

I like this idea:)

Iceman was a private person. He didn't like everyone knowing every single detail about him. It was part of that ice cold persona that he kept up so well. The only real people who knew who Iceman was outside of the khaki uniform and frosted tips, was Slider, his RIO, and Y/N, his girlfriend.

Y/N was opposite of Iceman; quiet, nice, and shy. While Tom liked being the center of attention, Y/N prefer to sit off to the side and watch. Y/N was his rock, his salvation, his calmness after hectic mission. She was what he looked forward to seeing after long days trying not to punch Maverick in the face,

Tom had flown Y/N out for visiting weekend, and he was terrified. He knew that Y/N hated flying, which was funny that she chose to fall in love with a man who loved the sky (but not nearly as much as her). He stood against his car in the parking lot of the airport, and waited. He would've gone in, but he saw Maverick and Goose go inside the airport, and Tom wanted to avoid them as much as possible outside of TOPGUN. Tom also knew that Y/N wouldn't want all the questions they were bound to ask, knowing the only way she made it across country was by downing a bottle of melatonin.

"Tommy!" His blues eyes looked over to see her shiny hair, and her big eyes. He broke out in a smile and ran to her, picking her up in his arms. She let out a squeal as he twirled her around, before setting her back down and kissing her passionately.

"Oh, doll, I missed you," Tom said, caressing her cheek with his knuckle. She blushed and bit her lip, "Don't do that." He said, taking her lip out between her teeth. She turned an even deeper red at his words and gesture.

"I missed you too, Tommy," She said, and Tom kissed her again. He picked up her bags, and she gripped onto his bicep as he walked to his car.

Tom's blue eyes were on her the whole time as he drove with the windows down. Her hair was blown back from the salty warm air, and the smile on her face was one that he'd love to take a picture of. She sang loudly to Billy Joel's 'Uptown Girl' as Tom drove them to his tiny on base dorm. Tom had cleaned for about three hours that morning making sure everything was spotless, not like it wasn't already.

"Well. . .welcome home," Tom smiled as he put the car in park outside of his building, "It's not as spectacular as the house back in Virginia, but it's something."

"It's perfect, Tommy," Y/N said, and opened her door, which Tom reached across and closed, "What are you-"

"A lady never opens her own doors, doll," Tom said, and winked at her before getting out of the driver's side and running around to open her door. She giggled as she took his hand and got out of the car. Tom carried her bags into the building, as she took in the sight of the base. It was a lot different from their location in Virginia, and she was quietly counting down the days until she could go back. She loved Tom, but was not a fan of the California heat.

The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on what they missed in each other's lives. Tom laid his head in her lap, and she ran her fingers through the frosted tips on his head. Y/N didn't like to talk much about herself, which was ironically perfect for Tom, who never liked to shut up about himself. Iceman filled her in on what him and Slider had been learning, and then all about the pain in his ass who was named Maverick.

"He's just so fucking-"

"Language."

"Sorry baby," Iceman said, kissing her hand, "He's just so annoying, and cocky. He's got this flyboy danger attitude that's going to get him or someone else killed one of these days."

"Oh Tommy," Y/N said shaking her head, "You know he's not one of your young sailors back home right?"

"What are you saying?" Tom said, turning his head slightly.

"I can see it in your eyes. . . that, what is it they call it? Papa Ice look?"

Tom scoffed and shook his head, "I am not being 'Papa Ice' to him."

"Kinda," Y/N giggled, "But enough about work stuff, what else have you been up too?"

"Nothing but work," Tom sighed, "What about you? How's the garden?"

"Oh! It's great! I brought pictures of the roses and the sunflowers, cause I know you would want to see them. And the vegetables look amazing this year! Ruth is checking in and watering while I'm gone," Y/N said and Tom swore he fell even more in love with her.

Y/N loved gardening and when they got a house on base, Tom made sure it had a backyard so that she could have her own garden. He had promised her that when he gets his promotion, he's buying her a house with a big yard and enough land to have a garden as big as she wanted.

"Yo! Iceman-" Slider said, opening the door to the apartment. Y/N quickly pushed Ice away, making him frown slightly, but knew she was probably slightly embarrassed by Slider catching them cuddling on the couch, "Oh, look what the cat dragged in? Missus Iceman."

"Ron," Y/N smiled, and got up from the couch and hugged him, "Staying out of trouble?"

"You know how I am, Y/N, a child of god."

"Bullshit," Ice said and tried covering it up with a cough. Slider glared at him and Ice held his hands up in defense as he got up and pulled Y/N back into his arms, "Can we help you, Slider? Kinda wanted to spend the day with my girl."

"Well, bring her with," Slider said, "Beach volleyball game. You and Me, versus Mitchell and Mother Goose."

"Mother Goose?" Y/N asked, looking up at her boyfriend.

"Nick Bradshaw. You remember him? Loud, too talkative, stupid mustache," Ice said describing his friend from the academy, "He's Maverick's RIO."

"Oh, I think I remember," Y/N said, "He was the one who tried asking me out before you showed up."

"Yeah, that's the one," Tom said, "We'll be there. Give us like twenty minutes." Slider nodded and left the apartment, "Brought a swim suit?"

"Yes, it was on the packing list you sent," Y/N said, and walked over to her suitcase, which Tom quickly took from her and lead her down to his room. She rolled her eyes and followed behind him.

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The beach wasn't as packed as Y/N expected it to be, and she was thankful. She wore her swimsuit underneath a tank top and jean shorts. Tom assured her she was fine just wearing her swimsuit top and shorts, but she was worried she was showing too much skin. Y/N was beautiful, and Tom made sure she knew it. Even though he told her every day, she still didn't believe him.

Y/N sat down aways from where Tom and Slider were. It always made Tom frown how she put space in between them when they walked anywhere. He knew it was because she didn't want the eyes and stares from people wondering how the hell she ended up with Iceman, but he also wanted the whole world to know she was his.

She was also oblivious to the wondering green eyes of Maverick Mitchell. He had caught sight of her when she walked up and sat down. Her glowing skin and smile had him wanting to get to know her. Maverick had decided to take his white t-shirt off when she sat down, and he tried a little harder to flex the muscles of his abs. Every movement Maverick made was a little drawn out in hopes of impressing her. When Goose called water break, Maverick was half tempted to run over and talk to her, but his wingman called him over to rethink game strategies.

"What do you think?" Slider asked Tom as they walked over to get their waters.

"I think. . . Mitchell is about to go talk to my girlfriend," Tom said, and pushed his water bottle into Slider's chest, seeing the short pilot walk over to Y/N. Slider chuckled as he turned around and saw the sight playing out in front of him.

"Oooo! Mitchell, you done it now!" Slider laughed, "Mother Goose! Better go get your duckling!"

"What?" Goose said, turning around and seeing Maverick talking to Y/N, "Oh shit. . . Mav!"

"I'm just saying a pretty girl like you shouldn't be-"

"Doll," Iceman said, cutting off Maverick's speech. Y/N looked up at Tom, and a wave of relief washed over her eyes, "You're making my girlfriend uncomfortable. Leave." Iceman said, coldly to Maverick.

"You're girlfriend?" Maverick asked.

"Tommy," Y/N said, and Tom held his hand out for her to take. He knew she hated when people would just come up and talk to her. It had happened several times at military balls back in Virginia. Tom was never too far away from her, but there were times were she had to fend for herself.

"I got you, doll," Tom said, and pulled her into his sweaty chest.

"I didn't-"

"Yeah, I fucking know," Tom said cutting Maverick off.

"Tommy, language," Y/N said, scolding him softly, "It's all okay, Maverick." Lucky for the three of them, Goose had run up to gather his wingman from making an even bigger fool and enemy out of himself. Goose said apologies to both Y/N and Iceman as they walked away.

"God Mav, you need to learn to think with the other head," Goose said, and hit the back of his pilot's head.

"I was!" Maverick exclaimed.

Tom was still staring daggers at Maverick as he walked away. Y/N put her hand on his cheek and redirected his attention down to her. His blue eyes softened at the sight of her, and he looked leaned down to kiss her.

"You okay? We can leave, if you're not comfortable," Tom said, and Y/N shook her head.

"I'm okay. He just caught me off guard," Y/N said, "Not used to people coming up to me telling me I'm pretty."

"It's cause you are, Doll," Tom said, and cupped her face in his hands, "The prettiest doll I've ever seen," She blushed and Tom leaned down to kiss her cheek, "This is the last game. Then, it's you, me, candlelight dinner by the ocean."

"I love you, Tommy," Y/N said.

"I love you too, Doll."

And that was how everyone found out that Iceman's heart wasn't entirely made of ice.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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The Future Awaits

Plot: You and Iceman meet at a bar and hit it off. Once you suddenly leave, Iceman is afraid he will never see you again, but, you know something he doesn't.

Requested Prompts: "Why are you staring at me?"< (changed to fit the dialogue better) "Because I think you're beautiful." + "You owe me a kiss." and "I think I'm falling in love with you." "I think I'm okay with that." Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x GN!Reader (leans a bit towards a feminine character; but no pronouns are used) *Readers call sign is Apollo

Warnings: A part of this takes place in a bar, and 'drinks' are mentioned, but its not specifically alcohol, so you can picture it as you want.

Words: 3.6k

"I really don't think this is what I want to be doing before my first day." You said with a sigh as you looked at the loud and clearly crowded bar in front of you.

Your friend shook you lightly by the shoulder "It's exactly what you should be doing. Half of the pilots you'll be flying with will be here."

Letting out another soft groan as they began dragged you inside, you said forceully "But we leave by eight, no later!"

"Yeah yeah I know."

You almost flinched at the mixed smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat that hit you as you entered the bar. You grimaced a bit as you saw the large bustling crowd. A mix of military personnel and locals, some mixed together, some grouped up.

You wondered if you were the only pilot not wearing their uniform. You felt a bit out of place as you slid through the crowd and sat at the bar beside your friend.

Looking around, your eyes stopped momentarily on a taller man with blonde hair. A pilot, big smile, attractive. You wondered if he was one of the pilots you'd be working with.

Looking back at the bartender as they came over, you missed the man you had just been admiring look over at you.

Iceman's eyes seemed to double take as he looked over a the bar. As he scanned you up and down, interest took hold. He had never seen you before, or the friend you were with. You smiled at the bartender and he felt an odd flutter in his chest.

Feeling a smack on his shoulder, he looked over to see Slider staring at him amused "What's got you so distracted all of a sudden?"

Iceman smirked a little as he gestured towards you "Talking to the bartender."

Slider whistled lowly "Cute. And just you're type. You gonna go talk to 'em?"

Ice shrugged his head a bit "I'm thinking about it."

That was a lie, there was no thinking about it, and no way he would let you leave this bar without at least learning your name.

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"Oh, there's Jeremy! I'm gonna go say hi, don't go anywhere!"

As your friend bounded off without waiting for a reply, you just let out a soft laugh. You knew it wouldn't take long before you were left on your own.

Seeing a figure slide into the seat your friend had just been in, you could feel the strangers eyes boring into you. You internally cursed, hoping it wasn't some drunk local hoping to get lucky.

When they didn't look away, you finally glanced over. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as your eyes locked with a pair of icy blue ones. The man you had seen earlier was now right beside you, looking down at you with a charming smile.

"Hi." He said casually.

"Hello." You smiled as you sipped at the straw in your drink.

He continued to smile as he stared at you. You almost laughed "Is there a reason you're staring at me?"

His smile widened "Yeah, because I think you're beautiful."

You felt your chest clench as you tried to repress a grin. You nodded your head, amused and surprised.

"Your friend coming back, or can I sit down?" He added on, sparing you of a response to his blunt compliment.

So he was waiting for your friend to leave? How long had he been watching you? The thought made your skin burn hot.

"I doubt I'll see them again for a while." You said with a soft laugh before you motioned your head, welcoming him to sit.

You might as well get to know at least one pilot before tomorrow.

He smiled brightly as he sat down, obviously not bothered by his proximity to you as he stayed facing you, his knee brushing your thigh.

"I'm Tom, but my call sign is Iceman." Before you could respond he added on "Uh, a call sign is basically a nickname we have as pilots."

You smiled at him as you bit down on your straw, noting the way his eyes lingered on your lips as you did this.

So he assumed you were a local. You had heard of Iceman, he was a hot shot, number one at Top Gun in the class a couple years before you. And apparently he was cocky, and a tad bit full of himself, maybe this could be fun.

"Why do they call you that?" You asked softly.

He shrugged his head a bit as he leaned on the bar, "Because I'm cool in stressful situations. Ice cold. I make no mistakes."

You hummed a bit with a small smile, watching as his eyes scanned your face again.

"What's your name?" He asked softly.

"Y/n."

Reaching out his hand he grinned "Nice to meet you Y/n."

Taking it, you shook his hand, not unaware of the fluttering in your stomach, or the heat at the tips of your ears. He was certainly charming.

You looked around a bit, feigning ignorance "So the air base must be close to here huh? A lot of pilots in here."

He nodded as he casually looked around "Yeah, this is the main bar we come to for a night out. So I'm assuming you're not from here then?" You shook your head "Well that explains why I haven't seen you before."

"Just got into town today." You added casually before you turned your head towards him a bit more "So, Iceman" you began, noting the way his lip quirked as you used his call sign "What's it like being a pilot?"

You listened to him talk for a few minutes, deciding that though he was definitley a bit full of himself, he was also charismatic, loved his job, and loved flying.

"You get along with the other pilots, or are there rivalries?" You might as well get some info before you walk into your new station blindly.

He let out a short laugh "No, we all get along. Occasionally a newbie gets transferred in, thinks they're the shit, but we humble them quickly."

You smirked at this "Got any newbies recently?"

"No, but we got a new pilot transferring in tomorrow."

"Oh? What's their call sign?" You held your breath, waiting for it.

"Apollo."

You rose your brow "Well that's an interesting name."

"Yeah, I guess Apollo is the god of prophecy or something." He said with an almost disinterested tone.

"So they can see the future?" You joked.

He let out a chuckle "That would be something. No, apparently they got a reputation for being able to see things coming before they happen. Meaning great instincts, but we'll see."

You wanted to laugh, but you held it in. "You don't believe it?"

He shrugged his head "I hear a lot of reputations about pilots, half of them are exaggerated."

You turned fully towards him now, your leg pushing his aside but still resting against each other. This clearly caught him off guard as he straightened up a bit.

You set your elbow on the bar and put your head in your hand "And what's your reputation?"

He licked his lips as he smiled "I've got a few."

Before your conversation could move forward, you saw a large man suddenly appear at Iceman's side as he slung his arm around his shoulder. Iceman was clearly annoyed at this sudden intrusion, but you looked patiently at the new man.

"Iceman, ask your new friend here if they play darts, we need two more players."

Ice looked like he was about to shoo him off, but you spoke first.

"I do."

Iceman looked over at you a bit shocked, as Slider grinned "Great."

"You play darts?" Iceman asked amused

You shrugged "I'm decent."

You watched his mind working as a small smirk played at his lips. "You down a player each team?" Iceman asked Slider.

"Yes'sir."

"Alright, how about a deal then." He said to you now.

"What kind of deal?"

"You win, I pay your tab. I win, I get a kiss."

You saw his friend repress a smile, and you smirked. "Alright, deal."

Iceman's grin grew wider as you agreed. Standing, he reached out his hand for you to shake. Taking it, you were a bit surprised as he continued to hold your hand as he led you to the dart board, where you were greeted by the other pilots with a chorus of cheers.

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You let out a long breath as you aimed your dart at the board. You needed three points, no more or you'd bust, giving Iceman the chance to win. As you threw your dart, you let out a disappointed groan as you barely missed your mark.

You saw Iceman smile widely as he stepped up to the board. After a moment, he threw his dart, hitting the double four, earning the perfect score he needed.

You and your teammates groaned as his team cheered. You watched as Iceman turned towards you and took a step closer, clearly proud of himself. "Looks like you owe me a kiss."

You heard snickers and teasing 'oohs' coming from the other pilots, but you ignored them. Taking a step closer you stared up at Iceman, watching as he held his breath, his eyes darting between yours and yours lips. Leaning up slowly, you smiling softly before quickly kissing his cheek.

The others around you let out laughs and groans, some clutching their chest, mocking the obvious disappointment on Iceman's face.

You grinned at him and shrugged "You never said what kind of kiss."

The man you learned was Slider came up and gripped Iceman's shoulders "Ouch. But you should have expected that."

A smile spread across Iceman's face as he looked down at you "Cute."

You smiled sweetly at him, feigning innocence, as his grin widened. Suddenly you felt an arm slip around your waist. Looking over, you saw your friend looking at you with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but -" they leaned in and whispered in your ear.

Your eyes found the nearest clock you saw it was nearly nine. You looked at your friend and they shrugged, their version of an apology for not getting you sooner "I didn't want to interrupt your game."

You looked at Iceman, who stared at the two of you in confusion. Part of you wanted to stay, but you knew you needed a good nights sleep. And, you wanted the finish what you started with Iceman before he learned the punchline too soon.

You reached out, straightening one of his uniform patches "Sorry Tom, looks like I gotta go, busy day tomorrow."

"Already?" He laughed, but you could see the disappointment in his face. Maybe he did really like you. You shrugged apologetically and he straightened up a bit "Will I see you again?"

You smiled "I can't see the future, but I have a feeling you will."

He frowned slightly, obviously missing your hint of who you were.

Stepping back you smiled, "See ya Tom."

You could feel his eyes on you as you and your friend left the bar. You thought for a moment as you glanced back and saw him watching you, that he would follow you. But as Slider grabbed his arm, you knew he wouldn't.

He wanted to follow you, get your number, your address, anything, but as Slider grabbed him, he looked away for a moment, only to look back and see you were gone.

"Dammit" He muttered as he quickly went after you, sliding between the groups of people that filled the bar. As he stepped outside, he saw your car driving away and cursed under his breath.

You'd come back to find him right? There was no way it was just him feeling what was between you. That electricity that sent chills up his spine. Something he had never felt before. He had to see you again.

"So, who was that? He was cute." Your friend asked as you drove off.

"Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, a pilot at the base."

They frowned a bit "Did you not tell him who you were? He seemed like he was expecting to never see you again."

You smiled "I may have kept it a secret."

They let out a laugh "Oh, that's good. Cruel, but good."

You smiled to yourself throughout the night as you tried to imagine how he would respond when he learned who you really were. Would he find it as funny as you did? Or would he be annoyed?

You were also a bit afraid. You grew to like him throughout the night, and he seemed to like you too. But when you started to work together, would he pull away?

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Throughout the rest of the night, and next morning, you would not leave Tom's mind. He couldn't believe he didn't get your number, or even just your last name. He already planned to go back to the bar tonight, to see if you'd come back. He felt a tightness in his chest that he knew wouldn't go away until he saw you again.

As Slider nudged his arm, he looked up as the General entered, ready to debrief the group on an upcoming mission.

"Before we start, I'd like to introduce the newest member of the team, you probably know them as their call sign Apollo. Graduated top of their class in the Top Gun program, I expect you all to welcome them and make them feel at home."

Tom stared down at the pen he was twirling in his fingers, as the general spoke, not particularly interested in the newest addition to the team. But when there seemed to be a wave of motion through the pilots, and a chorus of whispering, followed by Slider hitting him in the arm, he looked up in confusion.

Following Sliders line of sight, he saw the newest pilot coming in. He felt his heart skip a beat as his breath got caught in his throat.

"Lieutenant Y/n L/n, Apollo, welcome."

You nodded at the General as you turned and looked at the group of pilots. You recognized most of them from the bar, and from their shocked faces, they recognized you. As your eyes ran through the crowd, they paused on a familiar face.

Tom stared up at you with a clear look of shock and confusion.

It felt like time stopped as he met yours eyes. And as a small smirk played at your lips he felt his heart palpitate. Sitting down in the front row, his eyes bored into the back of your head throughout the rest of the debriefing. He couldn't focus on anything else.

As he sat there, your conversations ran through his head again. The whole time, you knew what you were doing. When you met, he immediately assumed you weren't a pilot and you played along. When he remembered talking about Apollo he felt himself cringe.

Then he remembered what you said when he asked if he'd see you again "I can't see the future, but I have a feeling you will." You played him.

But he wasn't mad, he even felt a smile appear on his face as he stared at the back of your head. You did exactly what he would have done. He almost laughed, God, you were perfect.

When the debrief ended, you weren't surprised to turn around to see Tom walking straight up to you. He had small smile playing on his lips and you felt a wave of relief to see he wasn't angry.

He stopped right in front of you as his face went blank. "Y/n. Or, should I call you Apollo?"

You smiled "Either works."

Slowly, a smile spread across his face as he shook his head "You played me."

"I didn't play you, I just let you assume I was what you thought I was."

"Which was?"

"Well not a pilot obviously."

He let out a short laugh "Yeah, fair enough " He stared at you for a moment, his eyes darting around your face, and you felt those now familiar butterflies.

"So, Apollo. We gonna have a rivalry, or are we gonna be friends?" His voice slowed as he said 'friends' making you assume he was insinuating more.

You smiled slowly "I don't know Tom. You tell me."

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As you set down your now empty glass, you stood up, slapping Slider on the shoulder "I'm out." You said casually.

There was a chorus of 'boos' and complaints from your friends as you began to leave, but you just raised your hand in farewell. You had a long day, and sitting in the noisy, crowded bar was not how you wanted to spend the rest of it.

You had been at the base for over a month now, and it even started to feel like home. You got along with everyone, especially Tom. Nothing had formed between you since that first night you met, but you knew those feelings were lingering just under the surface.

Neither of you shied away from flirty comments, innuendos, or even physical touch. You were used to him slinging his arm around your shoulder, or even resting your head against him. You were friends, but something more was there, and it was obvious to both of you, and probably everyone else, but neither of you had truly acted on it.

Your eyes looked around, and landed on Tom. You thought of calling out to him, but you saw his intense gaze as he lined up a shot and decided no to bother. You would see him tomorrow, and just like every other day, you'd hope something would change.

Iceman grinned as he took his final winning shot in his game of pool. Looking over to where you had been, he felt a small tug at his heart when he saw you were gone. Looking around, he found you just in time to see you heading towards the doors. He felt a tight clench in his chest as he felt an urge to follow you.

He had been debating telling you how he felt ever since he met you, but since you started to work together, he knew it could be risky. But every day it felt worse holding it in. Every day he saw your smile, heard your laugh, he fell harder and harder. And every day he missed the chance to hold your hand, to kiss you, to hold you against him was a day of torture.

As the thought of you walking out of the bar the first night you met entered his mind, he remembered that regret he felt for having not chased after you faster. Before this thought was over, he was handing his pool cue to his friend and following after you.

Stepping out into the cool darkness, he saw you heading out of the parking lot. "Y/n!" He yelled, causing you to halt and turn around.

You watched as Tom came jogging up to you, and you felt your stomach knot.

As he stopped in front of you he smiled down at you "Let me walk you back, I hate the idea of you going alone."

You smiled, feeling warmth in your chest "I wont stop you."

Turning, you both began walking. As he walked in stride beside you, his arm brushed against yours, hands briefly touching. There was a minute of silence as you began walking down the road as both of you felt the rising tension.

Tom took a breath as he stopped walking, at the same time, he gently grabbed your arm. You stopped and turned back, seeing the intense look on his face.

"What is it?" You asked, voice almost wavering.

"I-I have something I need to tell you. Something that has been eating me up."

Frowning, you turned fully towards him, "What is it Tom?"

You shivered as he gently ran his fingers down your arm, until he hooked his hand around your own. He stared down at your hand, gently stroking it with his thumb.

Swallowing, he looked back up, meeting your eyes. He could see the concern in your gaze, and all he wanted to do was take your face in his hands and kiss you.

"I don't think it's a secret to either of us that there is something here. And that there has been since we met. But over the last month, I didn't act on it, when I should have. And every day I haven't has been torture to me. And honestly Y/n-" He let out a shaky breath as he took a small step closer, staring deep into your eyes. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

You felt your heart jump in your chest as your ears and face grew hot. How could someone so perfectly say what you had been wanting to?

A slow smile spread across your face "I think I'm okay with that."

Tom's nervous expression gave away to a bright smile, that was all you needed to say. He knew how you felt, and you knew how he felt. There was no secret about it, just one of you needed to break that silence.

Lifting his hands, he gently held your face as you stepped closer, your bodies gently touching.

His eyes darted to your lips before his smile turned into a smirk "Then how about I actually get that kiss you owe me?"

A soft giggle escaped, as you smiled coyly at him before your own eyes traced his lips. Slowly you both leaned in, locking eyes just as your lips touched. Your eyes then fluttered closed as Tom pulled your face closer as he deepened the kiss.

The deep didn't last long but it was electric, sending shivers through your body. Pulling away, you locked eyes and grinned, as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Tell me Apollo, can you really see the future? Did you know I'd fall head over heels for you?"

You grinned happily up at him "I can't see the future, but I had a feeling you would."

xx End xx

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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hi! can i request iceman x fem!reader where they’re on their first date and reader can’t get enough of how fine he looks and how good he smells, pls?

Dancing is the last thing you thought you'd be doing on your first date with Tom. Drinking, sure. Kissing, you could dare to dream. Sitting down at a fancy restaurant, maybe. And to his credit, you did enjoy a nice dining experience, but he'd led you into a little club afterwards. It isn't a bar, there's no reeling drunkards passed out on the dance floor. No, it's more sophisticated than that, a live band playing in the corner while couples dance together.

The music that's playing now is reminiscent of swing, and Tom is surprisingly good at the style of dance to go with it. You're taking his lead, letting him step and push and pull and twirl, all with that dazzling smile on his face.

"You're wonderful at dancing!" You marvel as he hooks a hand around your waist, pulling it flush to his own. It means you get a nose-full of his cologne, sharp and musky and something you want on your bedsheets.

"It's hard not to be when you're so wonderful to dance with," He croons, practically purring inches away from your face. His smile is almost more intoxicating than his scent, and you're lucky your knees don't give out. What your face does isn't much help, though, as it blooms into a grin so bashful that you have to duck your head to hide it from him.

"Hey," He chuckles, using his grip on your waist to maneuver you towards the side of the room, dancing coming to a halt, "That's not fair, I want to see your face."

He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts it so that his nose nearly brushes yours. You're even more sheepish now as he hums, "What is it, angel?"

"I don't know," You shrug, biting your bottom lip, "it's just- Well," You gush, "I'm having a really great time. And you're- you must be the most handsome man I've ever gone out with."

He laughs at the admission, a deep, sweet sound from his chest. You should probably feel embarrassed admitting it, but not enough to deny him the compliment, and you press on in case his grin will get any wider.

"And you smell amazing," You laugh, "letting him pull your waist closer to his, "I'm just impressed, that's all."

"Yeah? Well that's good," He muses, "'Cause you know I used this cologne to impress you. I was hoping," He bows his own head now, laughing towards his chest, "That maybe you'd put your head on my shoulder."

Your cheeks get hotter, if possible, as he continues, "Like this."

He smooths his hand up from your chin to your cheek, guiding your head to lay against his chest. It puts your nose in his collarbones and he feels your breath over his shirt. The music works with you, transitioning into a slower paced song that the dancers mirror. All of a sudden you're back on the floor, swaying in time with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist.

"So it worked?" He murmurs, carefully avoiding standing on your toes even though you're only inches apart.

"It worked," You press a quick kiss to the collar of his shirt and he feels it beneath the fabric, "I think I want to stay here forever, Tom."

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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imagine: sharing a bed with your husband.

tw: sleeping?? a/n: hi. here's some short iceman fluff. also, happy new year! i hope this year treats you well <3

Well into the night, you found yourself sneaking into your shared bed. The blue comforter had bunched around your husband, pillows resting just beneath his head.

Ice had been lying there for hours at this point, and although he was asleep now, he hadn't been asleep for very long.

As you lay down beside him, stretching out your legs, your feet brushed against his thigh. You stole some of the covers in the process, absentmindedly shifting closer to him.

His eyes shot open, heart hammering in his chest as he felt you.

"You are freezing," he immediately said.

Your eyes widened. Had you woken him?

"Tom? I thought you were asleep. I'm so sorry."

He turned around to face you, sleep evident in his eyes. Exhaustion riddled his bones, and after a long day, he wanted nothing more than to sleep. Sighing through his nose, he said nothing more and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you into his chest. You cuddled into him, resting your head on his chest.

"I didn't mean to wake you," you said.

He just hummed, resting his chin on the top of your head. Sleep quickly overtook him, and you were soon to follow, comforted by the warmth of your husband.

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy one shot with iceman from top gun?? I was thinking a morning after and reader is kinda unsure of what is going to happen but Tom is super sweet and cuddly. Love your writings!!!💕💕

Morning After

Summary: Worries flood your mind after your first time with Iceman. You had been told to stay away from Navy pilots after all. Luckily, Ice makes how he feels about your relationship clear.

Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, doubts about relationship (I guess)

Word Count: 2.1k

Plenty of people had warned you about the Navy pilots before moving so close to Top Gun. You were well aware of how they swept women off their feet one day only to leave them the next. Rinse and repeat. Yet, you moved anyways, into a small, one-bedroom apartment. It was cute, had a balcony that overlooked the beach, and was extremely close to the Hard Deck. That was where it all started.

Your friend introduced you to the beach-side bar one Friday night. You weren’t looking for a Navy stud to take home. You just wanted to have fun.

After a round of billiards, you retired to the bar as your friend “went to the bathroom.” As she walked away, the man in uniform she had talked to while playing pool joined her, and they exited the building instead of turning left into the bathrooms.

A beer hardly took the pain of being ditched away. What a nice introduction to the city: your friend, and ride, leaving you stranded at a bar. At least it was a short walk home.

It was then he caught your eye. Across the bar, a blonde man wearing sunglasses and intensely chewing gum inside was looking in your direction. He lifted the glasses from his eyes when he spotted you and winked once they were finally off his head. You rolled your eyes. Another pilot. How could your friend have fallen for the other man's tricks?

The man’s eyes stayed glued to you as you quickly drank your beer. The sooner the golden liquid was gone, the sooner you could walk home. You glimpsed across the bar again. The blond had disappeared. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you checked around for the mystery man.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, flinching in surprise. He was right next to you, leaning against the clean bar-top. A cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Did I scare you?” he teased, his facial expression unchanging, “Or are you just that surprised at my good looks?”

“No, you surprised me, that’s all,” your cheeks began burning. There was no doubt they were now a deep pink color. You grabbed your bag and began standing, but the blond blocked your way to the door. Every time you stepped in a different direction, he followed. Eventually, you groaned and looked him straight in the eye as he stood in front of the exit door.

“Can I at least get a name?” he asked.

You sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. The man was handsome with his beautiful green eyes and stunning face, you had to admit but his ego was clearly enormous. Maybe if he could keep it under control. But that would never happen. He was one of the infamous Navy pilots, after all.

“Y/N.”

“A little louder, please?” he said, bending down slightly and tilting his ear towards you.

“Y/N!” you practically shouted. The rest of the bar was too full and rowdy to hear your little scuffle. The man chuckled and resumed chewing on his piece of gum.

“I’m Iceman.”

“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically, deciding to humor Iceman’s attempts, “What’s your real name?”

“Why? You’re not into pilots?”

You sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time in the evening, “No, I’m not. Now, tell me your real name or I’m walking out the door.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Iceman taunted. He crossed his arms but, when you didn’t move, he continued, “The name’s Tom Kazansky.”

“Great,” you stated bluntly, “Now, Tom, I would like to go home. Let me through, please.”

He begrudgingly returned his arms to his side, allowing you to walk through the exit. His voice called after you once you walked out of the building. You ignored him the first time, and the second, but the third time you turned around.

“Yes?”

“At least let me walk you home,” he appealed to you. His ego was starting to fade.

“I think I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, but you didn’t turn back around yet. You wanted to hear his response.

“C’mon. You can’t walk home alone, especially this late.” he checked his watch and then made eye contact with you again, “it’s almost eleven.”

Your eyes darted around the night. It was incredibly dark and the street lights weren’t helping. There were plenty of spaces someone could be hiding in, plenty of spaces you could be taken to...

“Fine,” you said. It was your turn to cross your arms when he paused in disbelief, “You coming?”

Iceman hurried to your side and, after casually throwing his arm around your shoulders, you began making your way back to your apartment.

To your utter surprise, the walk was nicer than you expected. The conversation flowed smoothly, although it only lasted for about ten minutes. You couldn’t help but ask about his flying escapades and he happily obliged, detailing the most daring missions he’d been on and the training he did. It didn’t occur to you that his stories may have been a tad exaggerated.

Once you were at your front door, your opinion of Iceman had practically done a complete 180. Despite his ego, he had treated you kindly even though he knew he wouldn’t be reaching third base that night.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you said, turning around in your doorway. He was standing across from you with his hands behind his back. He looked innocent outside of your door. Nothing like the man who had tempted you across the bar just twenty minutes ago.

“It was no problem,” he replied, “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, definitely,” you nodded, a light blush returning to your cheeks, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

You returned to the Hard Deck without your friend the next night and the next. Suddenly, it had been a week of going to the unruly bar. The reason was to see Iceman, of course, but you couldn’t admit that. At least, not yet. Each time, you played the same game of eyeing each other across the bar. Then, as soon as one of you was about to leave, the other would catch up to them and “walk them home.” It was truthfully just a stroll to your house after a couple of beers.

Several times during your walks, you found your eyes wandering up to your escort home. Man, was he hot. Thoughts drifted into your head. At first, they were innocent: what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair, to hold his hand, to feel his lips on yours. But, whenever your dreaming would take a more explicit turn, Iceman would notice your staring and you would be interrupted.

“We can’t keep going about this,” Iceman finally said the fourteenth time (fifteenth? You weren’t sure at this point) he escorted you home. There had been plenty of unofficial bar dates where a friend insisted they drove you home instead. Those were your least favorite days, for obvious reasons.

“Going about what?” you asked innocently. This time, your hands were positioned behind your back, “What do you want to change?”

“You know what,” Iceman took a step closer to you. You could feel his breath on your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“I’m not sure I do,” you teased, a surge of confidence rushing through you. You had gotten to know Tom. He wasn’t one of those Navy pilots that people gossiped about. Maybe he was in the beginning, but now.. now you were in the clear, “Why don’t you show me?”

Iceman chuckled and took another step closer. His face was hardly inches from you. He bit his lower lip sensually, his eyes darting between your mouth and eyes. Eagerness was building in your abdomen as you leaned in as well. To your past self’s dismay, you had been waiting for this.

In a moment, Iceman’s lips were crashing against yours in a desperate fever. They were just like you imagined them. Rough, but passionate, like he had been harboring the same thoughts about you that you held for him. Both of you were stumbling back into your apartment. After slamming the door behind you, Iceman wrapped his arm around your hips, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom as your hands began tugging at his shirt.

You disconnected your lips for a second, taking a breath of air, “Are you sure about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he answered before placing his lips on your once again.

xXx

You awoke early the next morning. Faint sunshine was streaming through your window, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. Your covers were a mess. The clothes you had worn the night before were thrown haphazardly on the floor, along with some pillows. Everything seemed perfect. Too perfect.

Thoughts began flowing through your head. They were unlike the pleasant ones that filled your mind before. They were doubtful, worrying. What was going to happen now? You glanced at the man sleeping to your right. He was so peaceful and calm. What would happen when he woke up?

The words “Why wouldn’t I be?” kept returning to your mind. Was he actually unsure? What if he didn’t actually care? Were you just another one-night stand to him? You had only known him for a month or so, too. You didn’t doubt that Iceman would play the long con for a pretty face. The thought that he had done that to you made you sick.

Suddenly, you felt something tugging at your waist. Iceman’s large arms wrapped around you, pulling your body close to his. He laid his head over your shoulder and began placing small kisses along your neck.

“Good morning,” he mumbled in between lazy kisses.

You hardly heard him. You were too lost in thought to process any noise outside of your brain. Was he buttering you up to drop you like a rock not minutes later? He had probably put his clothes on already and was only still here to tell you he would never see you again.

“Good morning,” Iceman said a little louder. He stopped peppering kisses down your neck, “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine.”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Iceman frowned and unattached one of his hands from your waist. He propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand still laid across your stomach. You turned to lay on your back and stared at the popcorn ceiling, refusing to meet Iceman’s gaze. While your worries weren’t confirmed, you were almost certain they would be soon. You had fallen for a Navy pilot. You did what everything had instructed you not to do.

“What’s wrong?” Iceman asked, his fingers drawing circles around your stomach.

“Nothing,” you said quietly.

“You’re lying,” he stated. Iceman took his hand off your stomach and held your cheek gently, guiding your face to look at him. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of what was troubling you.

He sighed, “You know that I love you, right?”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you said, quietly laughing to yourself at the end.

“I definitely don’t,” he scoffed, getting off his elbow and wrapping his arms around you again. He dragged you across the bed so he was spooning you from behind, “In fact, you’re the first person I’ve said that to in a long time. What made you think that?”

“I don’t know. Everybody warned me about Navy men when I moved here and I figured you wouldn’t really care about me.”

“What? I would never treat you like... however people told you Navy pilots treated women. I don’t know what would happen to me if something bad happened to you. I- I care for you a lot, Y/N, no matter how big my ego is,” he said. You could sense the cheeky grin growing on his face.

“Oh, so you’re self-aware now?” you joked.

“Mhm,” Iceman murmured, holding you tighter than he was before. For the first time since you awoke, you realized how comfortable his arms felt around you. It was like they were perfectly built to fit your waist, “I mean it when I say I love you Y/N. I hope you love me back.”

You twisted around in his arms to face him and looked him in the eyes. They were soft, unlike the night before when they were eating you alive. You couldn’t help but smile. He loved you. He really did.

“How long can you stay until?” you asked.

“As long as you need me to.”

“Good,” you said. Before joining your lips in a slow, much-needed kiss, you added, “I love you, too, Tom.”

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rebelliousstories · 5 months

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Candles

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,286

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Tom doesn’t allow a lot of personal items in his office on base, much preferring to keep his loved ones close to his heart. But he had to have a little something.

As he rose in the ranks, Tom kept switching offices every few years. Never staying in one spot for too long. He supposed it was a good problem to have, but it also meant that he never cared too much about what was put up in his office during his inevitable short years there. There were his certificates that were displayed with pride, and the few personal effects he had with him. Models of the planes he flew, a single picture of his family’s annual Christmas photo they take every year, and a candle.

It seemed a weird item to have with him, but every office he had ever been in, that candle had followed him there. Tom had never lit the candle, but having it near him was enough. It was going on a decade old now, but it still was in perfect condition. The aroma, while not lit, still gently seeped into the air, providing Tom with a beautiful memory every time he let his mind drift further and further into the scent.

“Babe? Darling?” A young, ambitious pilot called out into the Navy housing he found himself in. The blonde set down his sea bag, and started the tiring process of taking his boots off. They were left by the door, and he made his way deeper into the house. He smelled food cooking on the stove, queuing him in as to where his girlfriend was. Tomatoes, meat, and pasta wafted into his nose as he took a deep breath in. But upon his second intentional smell, he noticed something else. Citrus, ginger, and a hint of vanilla that made you feel all warm and cozy, like making cookies on a frigid evening with your grandmother.

It was her favorite candle to burn, having bought almost fifty this year alone. Her one little guilty pleasure to have that Tom did not have the heart to take away from her. Walking into the kitchen, he was met with a precious sight. Tom’s loving girlfriend, dressed in his old navy shirt and sweatpants, hair pulled back messily, cooking over the hot stove. How did he get so lucky? Iceman made his way over to the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She was startled at first, but relaxed smelling her lover’s familiar aftershave surround her.

“Hey! I didn’t hear you come in. How was work?” She asked, genuinely wanting to hear about his day. Tom rested his head down on her shoulder when she went back to stirring in the pots on the stove.

“It was alright. Just happy to be home with you.” He whispered, pressing a few kisses to her neck and shoulder. She hummed, and set down her utensils to turn in his arms finally. They shared a loving kiss once she did, and they both felt Tom’s body fully relax underneath the hands of his lover. Unfortunately, they needed air, so they pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other.

“Go take a shower, and I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get out, okay?” She whispered. Tom nodded his head as best he could and kissed her again before untangling himself from the warm body of his lover. He went to leave the kitchen and noticed the burning candle on the counter.

“How many of these have you gone through this year, darling?” He teased as she focused on the sauce in front of her.

“Oh, hush. You know you love the smell too.” She sent right back to him. Tom chuckled and left for his shower.

It was truly amazing what a shower at the end of a long and tiring day will do to revive someone. Just the act of scrubbing away all the exhaustion from the day, mentally and physically, did wonders for Tom as he emerged from their bedroom. Now, fresh and clean, he walked back to their dining room just in time to see his girlfriend plating the spaghetti bolognese she had made. He leaned against the doorway and just watched her for a moment. She was dressed in his clothing, which was adorably larger than she actually wore, setting their dinner table with the dinner that she made. It made him feel… domestic. Suddenly, he could see every night ending like this. Except now, he had a toddler to run after and a baby in her arms. The thought alone made his heart swell.

“Tom? Tommy?” She called, noticing her boyfriend standing there, staring off into nothing. He shook his head and smiled at the woman.

“Yeah? Sorry. Lost in my thoughts, darling.” Tom made his way over to her chair and pulled it out as he waited for her to finish up. She held a light smile on her face as she noticed that her boyfriend could not stop staring at her.

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” She lightly teased as Tom sat down across from her, and begun to dig into the food on the table.

“Nothing. Don’t worry.” He dismissed, but she was still skeptical.

“Alright then. Tell me about your day then.” Tom launched into telling her all the things that he could tell her legally, knowing that she enjoyed hearing about his work whenever she could. Conversation quickly passed through different topics as the couple enjoyed their dinner, and through the ice cream dessert she had acquired at the store earlier in the day. As they lay together on the couch, watching old reruns of their favorite tv show, Tom took in another deep breath where the aroma of the candle flooded it.

“Why do you like this candle so much?” He inquired, turning to face his girlfriend who was snuggled into his side, with her head on his chest. She shrugged, yet still responded.

“This was the candle that was burning on the table when we went on our first date. I wrote it down when you had left so that you wouldn’t see or think I was weird for liking it so much. I just wanted to have a reminder of that first date. Plus I love candles, and now I think of you anytime it burns. When you’re deployed, it makes me remember you easier cause I associate you two together.” She explained, never lifting her head from his chest lest she would see a look of judgment across her boyfriend’s face. But she felt him press a kiss to her head, and he stayed buried there for a moment.

“I love that you have something like that. I wish I had known sooner.” Tom whispered into her hair. He felt her smile against him, and nuzzle further into his chest.

“Next time I go get another one, I’ll get you one too.” She promised, enjoying the warmth and love from her boyfriend.

“I would love that.�� He agreed. In the back of his mind, the box in his duffle bag burned a whole through his conscious. Tom knew he wanted to give it to her, but this just solidified where he wanted to.

Now, all these years later, the candle sat in his office as a reminder. It was that candle that gave him all he has today. It gave him his wife, his children, and his happiness. That candle from all those years ago, from his first date with his love, gave him what he has today. And now, that candle sat on his desk no matter where he ended up to remind him of his joy throughout the years. It sat right next to the portrait of his family, one that they were due to update any day now, as a reminder.

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callsign-joyride · 1 year

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No More Mr. Nice Guy | Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Summary: After an encounter with a weird Top Gun instructor, Iceman defends you.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x f!reader (callsign: Wasp)

Content warnings: Drinking, getting drunk, a weird/creepy guy, attempted sexual assault

A/N: This is very loosely based on personal experiences. (I've had this idea since things happened.) If you know, you know. The person who Dart is based on may or may not be reading this. If he is, I have a message. Hi, sweetie. I just want to know why you thought it would be a good idea to tell the 19-year-old who writes Top Gun fanfiction about your morally, ethically, and legally questionable actions that are supposedly not true. You can't run from all of your problems. - Your "best girl". (I needed to be petty for a minute.)

Word count: 1.5k

You loved being a Top Gun pilot, you really did. Even though you were the only woman in your class, everyone treated you with the same respect. Well, almost everyone. You were walking to lunch with Ice and Slider when Slider had decided to ask you what you thought about Dart, one of the new instructors.

“I don’t know, something about him just gives me a weird vibe. Like, I get it, we’re two weeks into this, but he’s asked me to go out with him for drinks. Just the two of us. It really puts me off sometimes but then I wonder if he’s just lonely,” you said. Ice glanced at you and clenched his jaw.

“He shouldn’t be talking to you like that,” he said.

“Yeah, but we’re both adults. I don’t really think it matters.”

“It’s clearly bothering you, though.”

“A few weird comments here and there isn’t a big deal. I really don’t want to be having this discussion right now, okay?”

Everyone sat together at lunch and the conversations had been going well. All of you had to be back in the classroom by one, so that didn’t leave much time for leisure. Dart walked in and started giving his piece. You always sat in the front, but it started to feel weird once you realized that he would start checking you out any time he stood in front of you to lecture. That wasn’t something that you wanted to tell anyone about. Ice would believe you, but there wouldn’t really be anything to back it up. And as soon as it got to Viper, he probably wouldn’t have believed you, or cared enough to do anything about it. So you sat there, unable to move because you would’ve had to ask him before you could switch seats.

The class had been dismissed and almost everyone had left the room when he asked if he could talk to you. Usually, having to talk to instructors usually meant going over training exercises and evaluations. That wasn’t the case this time.

“I was wondering if we could get something to eat later. You know, with the three-day weekend coming up, it would be nice if we could have some one-on-one time.”

That set you off.

“How many times am I going to have to tell you no before you actually lay off and leave me alone? This isn’t an appropriate relationship and I’m not a fan of you constantly asking me if we can hang out, just us, because you think that it would be nice if we had time alone. If you’re going to keep me after class just to ask me out, the answer is, and always will be, no.”

“It’s not a date, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Well you’re being weird. I’ve noticed you stopping in front of me during lectures just so you can get a look at my boobs. No normal person does that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever.”

You walked out of the classroom and shut the door behind you. Ice had been waiting outside of the classroom for some time. He had been waiting on you but you didn’t really think anything of it.

“I hate him, Tom. I don’t want to talk about what just happened but I hate him.”

Ice nodded his head and the two of you walked back to the barracks. You walked in silence, but you were mostly just thinking of what you were going to do if Dart kept on bothering you. You could only hope that rejecting him would be enough for him to keep things strictly professional, but even that was a high standard considering who he was. Ice hadn’t told anyone of what had happened, or what he thought had happened, but it was kind of a surprise for Goose to be knocking on your door at 9 PM asking if you wanted to go to the Officer’s Club with the rest of the group. You had figured that this was something that you needed, so of course you said yes and quickly changed your clothes before grabbing your keys and wallet.

It felt like a normal night. After a few drinks, you were starting to feel tipsy. You normally had a bit more control over your alcohol consumption, but the events of earlier had taken up a space in your mind and you needed to let go, even if it was just for a night.

“I’m going outside,” you told Goose. He nodded his head and covered your drink as you walked out.

“Hey, Wasp,” you heard. Dart had been right behind you, and you were startled by his presence. You had so much to drink that even though he had at most a few inches on you, it felt like he was towering over you. Panic started to set in as he pushed you against the nearby railing and started trying to kiss you.

“I think I figured out why there’s so much tension between us,” he said. You kept on trying to tell him to stop as he continued to kiss you and put his hands on you.

“It’s because you have a little school girl crush on me and you’re too afraid to admit it.”

“No, no. Stop. I don’t like this, it’s not right.”

“Isn’t that what you want, though? I gotta hand it to ya, Wasp, I never really pegged you to be the type to be into this forbidden romance kinda stuff.”

He was pulled off of you and it was like you could breath again, for the most part. You looked up and Tom had him by the collar. It didn’t really seem like he was going to let go. Going back inside would’ve stressed you out more, so you stood behind Tom for some form of protection from this creep.

“Hey, buddy. What’s this about, huh?” He asked.

“You don’t see it? Wasp here has been doting over me since the minute she walked into my class and I’m just trying to ease the tension.”

“What tension? She fucking hates you. And from what I heard, you’re the one making these advances on her. If she said no to your date, what would’ve made her say yes to making out with you? Just curious. I could beat the shit out of you right now but I really don’t want to lose my job, so I’m gonna let you walk away. But you’re not gonna talk to her like that or look at her like that again. And if you don’t want to listen to me and I find out that you’re still doing this shit, I’m taking it to Viper.”

Tom let him go and he scurried off. By the time he turned around to face you, most of the group had been watching things go down.

“Are you- actually, do you want to talk about this at my car?”

You nodded your head and Tom walked you to his car. There wasn’t any pressure to do anything except stand outside and talk, but you felt safer having this conversation inside of the car. As you told him everything that Dart had done, you could see the rage in his eyes.

“I’m talking to Viper about this first thing in the morning. I don’t give a fuck if I have to drive to his house, I’ll do it.”

“You really don’t have to. I think threatening him like that was more than enough.”

“Wasp, there’s no reason that he treated you like that. He tried to make moves on you while you were drunk. I have to take this to Viper because I don’t know if he’s done this to others, and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

There wasn’t anything that you could do that would stop Ice or the rest of the group from taking the situation to Viper. What was meant to be a relaxing three-day weekend turned into a very stressful one, because you didn’t know if Viper was going to do anything about what had happened. You knew that something was up when class got cancelled and the long weekend got extended for the extra day.

“I really don’t want to go in there. I don’t know if Viper has made a decision yet,” you said as you walked to the classroom with Ice and Slider.

“You can sit with me. I usually sit in the middle, anyways,” Ice said. No one asked any questions as you took a seat in between Ice and Slider, but everyone was surprised when Viper walked in alone.

“I’ll be stepping in as a temporary instructor. Because of recent events, I made the decision to fire Dart. I also want to remind everyone that fraternization between instructors and students will result in immediate termination of the instigator.”

You had to hide the smile that made its way onto your face. Under the table, Tom squeezed your hand.

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Just leaving this here...

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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Chlorine Kisses

summary - Iceman picks you up from the pool.

warnings - making out? idk not really anything

word count - 763

follow the adventures of Iceman and Calypso in Tidal Wave!

As soon as you feel the concrete pool side against your heels, you push off the wall, propelling yourself forward with pointed arms and a few calculated flicks of your leg. You turn for air, your head moving in time with your raising arm. Stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe.

The sound of your body gliding through the water is the only sound that can be heard throughout the empty pool, echoing light splashes and large breaths. You can feel your thighs starting to burn and, not wanting to over exert yourself, you decide that this will be your last lap. Stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe. Through your goggles you can make out the end of the pool.

When your fingers brush the wall, you move to tread water, taking off your goggles as you wipe your face.

“Your breath retention has gotten better. You aren’t coming up for air as much.”

You look up to see a towel being held open for you, Iceman keeping his fingers curled around the terry cloth as he looks down at you from the pool deck. His hair looks fluffy—a telltale sign he’s recently showered—and you can see his hockey bag set on one of the bleachers behind him.

“You think so?” You plant your palms on top of the pool wall and push yourself up. “I feel like thinking about it so much is slowing me down.”

Ice wraps your towel around you, rubbing your biceps through the fabric in an effort to get you warmer and dryer. “Maybe a little,” he concedes. “But once it becomes a habit, you’ll see an improvement.”

Though you don’t even feel that cold, your teeth start chattering and Ice brings you closer to keep you warm.

“Yeah, okay. You’re probably right.”

Ice smiles, gently rubbing at the indent your googles left on your cheek. “I’m always right.”

“How was practice?” You ask, pulling away from him as you peel off your swim cap and go to your bag.

“Good. Goose and Slider have started communicating better defensively, they didn’t give Mav a chance to score at all today. And Mav always scores. Hollywood is really coming into his own too. He was a lot more confident with the puck during practice. I think he might score next game, honestly.” Ice finishes as he follows after you, looking up to find you staring at him with a small smile. He cocks his head slightly. “What?”

Your smile widens. “Nothin’. I just like when you go captain mode on me.”

“I don’t— I don’t go ‘captain mode’, Calypso.” Ice looks away with a light scoff.

“Yes, you so do,” you tease. “But it’s okay, it’s cute.”

“I’ll throw you in the pool.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back as Ice steps forward to fix the part of your towel that’s sliding off your shoulder. Calming down, you rest your cheek against his hoodie-clad chest, taking the water bottle he hands you. You weren’t even sure where he’s been hiding it this whole time, but that’s just Ice—responsible to the point it transcends time and space.

“Am I taking you to the dorms? Or my place?” He questions.

You shrug, gulping down some water before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Depends, I guess. Are you busy?”

“Not especially,” Ice looks up in thought. “I have some lecture notes to review and my photography professor wants us to get used to taking photos every day, but I was planning on taking pictures of you anyway.”

Your eyebrows raise teasingly. “That’s presumptuous.”

“Is it? I’m always taking pictures of you,” Ice smirks, taking your empty water bottle from you when you’ve finished.

Your reply is lost against your lips as Ice dips down to kiss you, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck loosely. The sound of your towel dropping to the floor hardly registers, your fingers already lost in Ice’s soft hair and your brain already too focused on the feeling to even notice. You weave the strands of blond around your fingers, pulling Ice closer to reciprocate.

His touch is grounding, warm and familiar, and it’s almost dizzying to feel it as he explores your mouth with his tongue. A small noise emits from your throat when Ice squeezes the back of your neck lightly. After another moment, he pulls away, waiting for your eyes to flutter open before he wipes his saliva from your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yeah,” Ice’s lips quirk up slightly. “Your breath retention has gotten a lot better.”

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labarboteuse · 2 years

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Get your attention

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x f!reader

Summary: Going home not having attention from his girlfriend Tom is going to propose her a bet.

Warnings: +18, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex, swearing

As Tom walked through the door, the light from the living room indicated him that it was where she was. He walked into the room to find her lying on the couch on her side, knees pulled up to her chest, her hands clasped under her cheek, head resting on the armrest and watching a movie on TV.

"Hey love, how was your day?" He said before leaning in to place a kiss on the top of her head.

"Calm and yours?" She said without looking away from the screen.

He went around the sofa to come to let himself fall on the small space which remained at the end of this one. He raised her legs to take a comfortable place and repositioned her legs on his thighs then tilted his head back against the back of the sofa.

"I can't stand him." She didn't need more than that to understand that he was talking about Maverick. Almost every night he found a way to complain about what he had done wrong during the day.

"Honey, stop caring. I hear so much about him that I feel like he's living with us."

As he gently caressed her legs he turned his head towards her before resuming.

"How do you want me to do it, he is a danger! He is totally unconscious, without any respect for the rules, unpredictable, dangerous." Under the absence of answer of her part he looked at the screen then the young woman. "Honey, are you listening to me?"

"Um um." She merely replied, already knowing these reproaches almost by heart.

Tom realized that she was no longer listening to him, perhaps he was indeed complaining a little too much about his rival. His attention returned to the screen. "What's this about?"

"Yes." She said in a weary tone making him raise an eyebrow as he turned his face towards her, she had completely dropped out and was pretending that she wasn't, thinking that he was still talking to her about Maverick. A slight chuckle shook his chest, she was completely absorbed in what she was looking at and nothing could have brought her out of her fixation, "everything maybe except ..?" He thought.

His hands slipped on her naked legs, going up to her hips, he inclined towards her, laying down kisses from the tip of his lips on her thighs going up towards the birth of her buttocks that her short shorts let guess.

"What are you doing Tom?"

"You seem to be quite captivated by your movie and not paying any attention to me. I bet I can still manage to turn you away." A smile stretching his lips, continuing to place kisses on her thigh.

A laugh echoed in her chest.

"And I bet you can't do it, it's way too interesting."

Coming to position himself above her he continued to cover her with kisses, first on the cheek, then in the neck, on the shoulder, while one of his hands caressed her thigh, going up he seized one of her buttocks in the palm of his hand before squeezing it then going down again to slip it between her thighs. He pressed himself against her coming to growl in her neck what made her laugh and she gesticulated under him, pushing back him posing a hand on his chest.

"Tom." She said laughing without however looking away from the screen. In response he seized her wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss the inside. "Leave me alone Kazansky." She added knowing very well that it would cause the opposite.

"You didn't work today, you got all the peace and quiet you wanted." He dipped his head into her neck again. "Give me some attention." He grumbled.

"You’re crushing me." She simply replied in a joking tone.

He nibbled the skin of her neck, sliding his arms under her back, his palms then sliding under her backside. She slid one hand through his hair and the other down his back. "Here, here's some affection."

He stood up abruptly, putting his hands on either side of her head for support, and looked at her open-mouthed.

"You call that affection?" His outraged look made her giggle and before she could return her gaze to the TV, he grabbed her legs which he pulled on to unfold them and totally lay her on the couch. A cry of surprise escaped her lips and she turned her head towards him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make you scream girl."

That sentence was enough to set her on fire and she suddenly found him much more interesting than what she had been looking at. Tom spread her legs and came to stand between them, making them go up and cross around his waist as he leaned over her burying his head under her shirt to kiss her already burning skin and was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt her heart beating faster under her chest and came to catch one of her nipples between his teeth, grabbing her second breast which made her flinch and let out a "Shit Tom." tightening the grip of her thighs around his waist. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple making her breathe harder. He pulled out from under her shirt with a naughty smile on his lips and came to crush them on hers. Sliding her hands on his chest she grabbed the bottom of his shirt to remove him and he did the same with hers. His muscular chest with the hot skin crushed again against her naked chest and pleasant tingling ran through her neck. She attacked then in his belt and the button of his jeans, he withdrew her shorts in a fraction of second and contemplated her one moment finding her always amazing, even if he knew now her body by heart he didn't get tired to look at it in the slightest details.

"Damn. Fuck I love you. "

His piercing blue eyes caught hers and he detected a small spark of excitement in it that raised the temperature in him as well.

"Show me you're the best Iceman." A growl came from his throat, he moved closer to her ear his warm breath caressing her, his breath to her neck.

"I'm not sure you're ready for that yet." He sighed in a husky voice that she felt the effect of in her crotch.

"I still am for you." She sighed in return as he slid one of his hands along her waist, over her hips and then down her thigh to finally nestle it between her legs.

"Are you sure about this?" She nodded her head with her cheeks now flushed. "Then you don't mind if I check." He finished by inserting two fingers inside her, making her arch her back in surprise and squeal, him smiling in satisfaction at finding her already heavily moist. She began to undulate the pelvis under the excitement, Tom nibbling her ear, this area being particularly erogenous for her, it was enough to feel his warm breath, that he whispers something in the ear for her to feel butterflies in her lower belly. She almost implored him to be more present in her following which he withdrew his fingers, touching by the tip of his index finger her lower lip, that she took in her mouth, her glance planted in his.

"Good girl." He murmured contentedly.

A hand above her head, the other posed on her hip, he slipped inside her and she welcomed him by tightening her legs around his waist. Their tongues intermingled a few moments before he finished by withdraw from her causing her a grumble of frustration. Frustration which went away at once when he went down lower to position his head between her legs and without warning started to play with his tongue on her clitoris, his hands seizing her hips to limit movements. Again she arched her back, her breath panting, one hand on one of his, the other gripping his hair which made him grunt with pleasure. Her moans meant she wanted more, so he slipped his fingers into her again, feeling her contract around it. When he felt she was about to reach ecstasy he stopped and straightened up smiling making her whimper with frustration again. He wanted to make her go crazy and wild under the deprivation of an orgasm. He sat down then, the head rocked backwards, the strong breath, the eyes closed and a huge smile while waiting for her to seek him, what he didn't have to wait too long. In a fraction of second she came to straddle him, passing each of her legs on each side of his waist, slipping his hands in her back, he had a moan of pleasure when she positioned herself on his member.

Both undulated hips, she to better feel him, he to go always further in her. Grabbing the sofa behind his head with one hand, the other on his shoulder, she captured between her teeth his lower lip that she bit while Tom wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her stuck to him, the other grabbing her hair. Whereas he felt the pleasure to go up always higher to reach soon its paroxysm, kidneys shots were made slower but always pushed to the farthest, their two bodies in sweat sticking one to the other, their skins devoured by the fire which animated them. Feeling thousands of tingling through his body he poured in her in a final blow of kidneys reaching finally the orgasm both.

Out of breath he put his forehead against hers, his two arms embracing her waist not to undo their embrace.

"So, you thought I couldn't do it?" He finishes by saying softly causing a small laugh from his girlfriend.

"You're way too good at this." She took his face in her hands and placed a kiss on his burning forehead. "Since I'm the one who lost, what's your gain?"

"Another round." He stood up holding her still against him, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, leading them both into their room laughing.

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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Scared

Requested: no

Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: angst. Slight mentions of abuse? Not major but still there. Flinching. Couples fighting. Arguments. Cuts. Blood. Crying. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

It had been a day from hell since this morning. First, Ice’s alarm hadn’t gone off, making him almost late for work. Then, he had to scramble out the door and was left without his morning coffee. You could only assume that this would make him extremely upset. With Tom’s recent promotion came an abundance of new responsibilities. You should have expected that these responsibilities would cause him to have to work insane hours just to keep up. You prayed that today would be an easy day. He could definitely use it after this morning.

You had spent your day cleaning the house and running errands. By the end of the day, you were exhausted, having had a terrible sleep the night before. Now, you were starting on dinner for the two of you. You were making Tom’s favorite; a creamy alfredo penne pasta with steamed carrots on the side. It was his mother's recipe and you knew that she would always use it to cheer her son up. You were hoping that it would work in this instance as well. You followed the recipe exactly, not wanting anything else to go wrong today. The sauce was now finished and simmering on the stove while the pasta and carrots finished.

Just as you moved to strain the pasta, you heard the front door open before slamming harshly. You mentally cursed, knowing that his day at work must not have been easy. Trying to find a positive in the situation, you focused on the fact that he was home early for once. You quickly set the table before untying your apron and setting it on the back of your chair. Just as you glanced up, Ice walked into the room. He barely spared you a glance as he moved to set his papers on the counter. Normally, you would ask him not to, but given the current situation, you bit your tongue.

Tom turned back around and sat at the table. “How was your day?” You questioned quietly. He sipped on his water slowly as you waited for him to answer. You returned to the food, pulling the pot of pasta off the burner and moving to strain it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He finally spoke. Instinctively, you froze in your spot. The only time that you had heard that tone before was at the O club when somebody who had gotten too handsy with you. Never had it been directed at you, however. You dished the two of you up in silence, eyes trained firmly on the plates in front of you. Wordlessly, you set the plate down in front of Ice.

You took a seat across from him as he began eating. You waited for him to say something, anything, to reassure you that the meal was good. When he said nothing, a soft sigh escaped you. You began eating your own food, getting lost in your head as you thought of ways to salvage the day. The two of you finished your meal in silence. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the room were the sounds of forks scraping and soft breathing.

Before you knew it, you were clearing the table and moving the dishes to the sink. Tom brought his papers to the table and began shuffling through them. At least he didn’t run away as soon as his plate was empty. The pair of you continued to work in silence. It was once again silent in the kitchen, like it had been for most of the evening. You had almost finished washing up the dishes when it happened. If you ever needed proof that a person created what they feared, this was a perfect example.

You tensed as the glass that you were putting away slipped out of your hand. It was as if time stopped as it moved toward the ground. The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the entire kitchen, causing you to freeze instantly. The next thing you knew Ice was throwing his reading glasses onto the table and pushing himself out of his chair. You waited with bated breath for what he was going to say. “Are you serious?” Your eyebrows shot up instantly. What the hell did he mean by that? It’s not like you meant to drop the glass.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but-“ He held his hand up. With one motion, your words died in your throat. You swallowed quietly. You weren't scared of him but after the events of today, you had no idea what to expect.

When his hand lowered, you were left staring at a man that you hadn’t seen before. There was a dark look in his eyes that was unnerving. You swallowed slightly as you waited for him to speak. “How hard is it to put a glass in the cupboard?” His question left you baffled. Did he seriously blame you for this? You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the blood trickling down your leg. A piece of glass must have cut you. “My god.” He exclaimed roughly, dragging a hand up to run through his hair. What happened next left both of you stunned.

At the sudden movement of his hand, you jumped, moving back and knocking into the counter. Ice slowly brought his hand down, staring at you in shock. Any trace of annoyance was wiped from his face, replaced with what could only be described as concern. You stared at him in pure fear, your hands shaking steadily at your sides. Tears sprung to your eyes as you realized what had happened. “Baby I’m so sorry,” Tom whispered. You continued to stare at each other as the tears made their way down your face. When he moved to step closer to you, you shook your head with a sob. He instantly froze, not wanting to hurt you anymore than he already had. “Honey, you know I would never, ever hurt you. You know that, right?” You could only nod, tears still trailing down your cheeks.

You slowly moved away from the counter and towards the exit of the kitchen. Ice watched you with tears lining his own eyes as you moved out of the room. “I just need some space.” You whispered shakily. He could still clearly hear the fear in your voice. He could only nod as you walked out of the kitchen, hearing you rush up the stairs moments later. Ice spent the next few hours sitting at the table, head between his hands as he thought of ways to make it up to you. What killed him the most was knowing that you were upstairs, scared of him and crying because of what he did. He needed to figure out how to fix this.

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topguncortez · 8 months

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Ice comforting gooses sister after his death. Maybe with a touch of people blaming him for the accident

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When We Were Young | | T. Kazansky

Masterlist | Iceman Masterlist

synopsis: Tom Kazansky isn't a man who lives with many regrets. . . but this has to be one of them, and sadly, you get wrapped up right in it.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: character death, tears, depression, angst, probably grammar and spelling errors.

note: maybe possible blurb night?? I don't have to work tonight and I actually feel inspiration:) i also did just hit 5.3k:)))

Ice felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

He knew what he did. He knew that he should’ve gotten out of there when Maverick told him. He knew that he didn’t have that shot lined up, but there was just something about Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell that got into his head and made him act reckless. And because of that, Iceman had to hold you up from crashing to the ground as you got the phone call from Carole that your brother was dead.

Ice knew that the two of you had an unbreakable bond. Your mother had passed when she gave birth to you, and your dad was in no shape to take care of you. So, it all fell onto Goose, who was just eight years old at the time. I’ve had always wished to have the type of brother-sister bond that you and Goose had. I’ve hated his siblings and wanted nothing to do with them.

Ice knew the moment that he watched Goose’s early ejection that he gone, but he didn’t have the heart to tell you. He wasn’t even sure if it would’ve been easier to hear it from him or not. Your knees had gone weak and sobs racked your body as you begged Carole to tell you that it wasn’t true. That somehow, someway the Navy had gotten it wrong. That they called and told the wrong Carole Bradshaw that the wrong Nicholas ‘Goose’ Bradshaw was dead.

When Ice decided he had enough of you sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen he floor, he walked over to you, and gently put a hand on your shoulder.

“Baby, you need to breathe,” Ice said, as he gently pulled the receiver from your hand. Carole had long since hung up and the dial tone “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

He picked you up like you were nothing, carrying you with ease to your shared bed room for the time being. He changed you out of the clothes you were wearing, and slid on one of his Navy PT shirts, that was more of a dress than a shirt on you. He held you tightly against his chest, feeling the wetness from your eyes hit his skin. Ice ran circles up your back until the sobs faded to quiet whimpers.

--- --- ---

“They said it was quick.” Carole’s voice was barely above a whisper as you sat next to her in the day room of the barracks.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet, and she had invited you to come with her to gather Goose's things. Carole wasn't sure that she could keep up a brave face in front of Bradley by herself, but you weren't sure if you were going to be much help either. It had only been about three hours since you had your last cry sesh, and you were feeling that all too familiar burning sensation in your chest again.

"I guess that's good," You muttered, looking over at Bradley who was flipping through the pages of some magazine which you weren't all too sure wasn't a Playboy.

"He was gone before he hit the water," Carole scoffed, "You know he always had a fear of the ocean ever since that trip to-"

"I know."

You didn't mean to cut Carole off, but you couldn't sit here and tell happy stories while your brother's best friend was collecting all of his things to give to his widow.

Hell, it didn't even feel right to call Carole a widow. The woman had barely turned 30.

It was silent for a moment, before Carole spoke up, "How was Ice last night?"

The sound of your boyfriend's callsign from her lips caught your attention, as you looked up from Bradley.

"Why do you ask?"

"He was in the air with Mav and Goose when. . . when it happened."

Now this was news to you.

But then you realized, you hadn't even bothered to see how this was affecting your boyfriend. Goose was the one who introduced the two of you back when he was at the academy. He tried doing the whole "older brother, stay away from my little sister" bit, but it was no use against Tom Kazansky's killer smile and your soft baby cow like brown eyes. Tom "Iceman" Kazansky was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on you and it had been history ever since.

"Did he say something to you?" You quietly asked Carole.

"I. . ." Carole started, and then sighed, "Maverick said something when he came and saw us. He said it was a mistake, that it was a stupid error. That he should've known-"

It was as if he knew they were discussing him, Iceman pulled the door to the day room open, standing in the doorway. He was dressed in his service khakis, ribbon rack and gold plating all perfectly shined. But you weren't looking at his perfectly done dress uniform, no, you were looking at the sad look in his baby blue eyes.

"Tom," Carole greeted, standing up from her chair. If there was one thing about Carole Bradshaw, it was that she was a hugger. It didn't matter if she was literally going through hell, she was going to hug you either way.

"Hi Carole," Ice greeted the woman, giving her a quick squeeze, before releasing her, "You guys been here long?" He was looking right at you, but you weren't sure what to even say to him. It had been a game of Tom Talks and you just look at him for the past couple days.

Carole looked between the two of you, before clearing her throat, "No, not long. Maverick is just gathering Goose's things," She turned to look at Ice again, "You should wait with us," She said softly to him.

Iceman nodded and walked over to where you were sitting with Bradley. The little boy smiled and reached for the man he considered another uncle. Usually, the sight of Iceman and Bradley made your heart do jumping jacks, but right now, it was as if a boa constrictor had found its way around it.

The four of you waited in painful silence, you staring at the silent movie playing on TV, until the door opened again, and Maverick stepped inside. Carole had managed to keep her tears at bay until she saw her husband's best friend.

Maverick, for lack of better words, looked like utter hell. His green eyes were full of sadness and guilt. He looked as though he hadn't slept a wink in days, and was about to collapse on the spot. In his hand, he held a simple copy paper box that had been filled with the rest of Goose's stuff. A Naval Officer had come by the day before and took all the things that rightfully belonged to the Department of the Navy.

"God, he loved flying with you, Maverick," Carole said, her voice cracking. You and Ice stood up, as Carole got out of her chair to greet him. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug. You couldn't help the pang in your chest as he handed Carole the box.

"But he would've done it anyway... without you," Carole sighed, "He'd have hated it, but he would've done it." Maverick nodded. Carole gave him one more hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning around and holding her hand out to Bradley, who ran to his mother in an instant. Her blues eyes looked up at you, and she gave you a sad smile, "We'll wait for you."

All you could do was nod. Leave it to Carole Bradshaw to know that you needed the truth more than anyone in this room. Once the door was shut and Carole was out of earshot, you looked at the two men standing in the room.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Baby, I already told-"

"No," You cut Tom off, and looked over at Maverick, "What happened?"

The brunette man gulped, looking quickly at Ice, before looking at you, "Ice was trying to take a shot on a boogey, but he was taking too long to get missile lock on it. I had the perfect shot lined up, but Ice needed to move out. I kept telling him to take the shot or move, but he wouldn't. And when he finally did, it was too late. We were in his jet wash. I lost control, went into a flat spin. . ." Maverick shook his head and looked at his shoes, "The ejection failed. Goose hit his head on the canopy. Killed him instantly."

Your brown eyes were filled with tears as you turned to look at Tom, whose jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes filled with regret and guilt.

"It was an accident-"

"If that's what you choose to believe," Maverick spat, "I think you were trying to teach me something and you got my best friend killed."

"I had the shot!"

"No you didn't!"

"Maybe, if you hadn't been flying so god damn close and not trying to swoop in and-"

"Oh piss off, Kazansky, you've been waiting for your moment to-

"Enough!" You yelled. Both men looked at you shocked that you had raised your voice. Compared to Goose, you were always the quiet one, sticking to stay in the corner while Goose liked to bet he center of attention.

"Baby, let's go-" Tom reached out to you, but you pushed away from him, "Y/N. . ."

You couldn't say it out loud, you were afraid of your heart would break in your chest. Instead, you shook your head and turned to Maverick.

"Take me home?"

The brown haired pilot nodded, putting his arm around your shoulders and ushered you out of the room.

Ice couldn't help the burning sensation of tears that welled up in his throat. He had heard the whispers of his fellow classmates for the past couple days. He knew what they were thinking, but to hear it said out loud, in front of the one person he didn't want knowing about what had happened that fateful day in the air, broke him. Tom knew he was already branded as ice cold, and now he was sure that he would never escape it.

Ice stood in the silent room for a moment, before turning on his heel and going back to work.

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Better Late Than Never

Plot: You and Tom have been friends for years, but you secretly fell in love with him. Thinking he will never feel the same you finally decide it's time to move on, but Tom has other plans.

Prompts: "All I've ever wanted is was for you to see me." + "I just cant see myself ever living without you."

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Gn!Reader (Y/n insert)

Requested By: @persephonesportal

Warnings: Brief mentions of jealousy. A bit angsty.

Words: 2k

You tried to resist looking over at him, but no matter what, your eyes always seemed to be pulled back to the man across the bar.

His familiar bright smile was plastered on his face as two women were standing unbearably close to him and Slider. They held the straw of their drinks in their toothy grins as they eyed Tom.

You felt your chest clench as annoyance bubbled through you. Forcing yourself to look away again you swallowed, tapping your finger on the bar top.

It had been years now since you and Tom became friends, you even considered him one of your best friends. But, it wasn't long until you ended up falling for him. You knew you shouldn't, you didn't mean to, but it was something you had no control over.

You wish you could control it. That way you could make those feelings go away. Nothing was more painful than unrequited love.

Your eyes once again rose up to lock on him. You felt the familiar uncomfortable clench of your chest as you saw him look at the woman in front of him.

"Hey."

A voice broke you from your thoughts. Looking over, you saw an attractive man standing in a Navy uniform, leaning on the bar he had a big toothy grin as he smiled at you.

"Hello." You greeted, sitting up a little straighter.

"Air Force huh?" He asked as he eyed your uniform.

"How'd you guess?" You asked with a sarcastic tone.

He chuckled as he sat down on the stool beside you. "Lucky guess." He replied.

You felt a flutter in your chest, and spared a look over at Tom. You wanted him to be looking at you, but his eyes were still on the women in front of him.

Pushing the thought aside, you looked back at the man beside you. You may not be able to completely forget how you feel about Tom, but you may be able to move on from it.

As the woman in front of Tom continued to ask him about his job as she obnoxiously chewed on her straw, Tom's eyes scanned the room looking for you. He much preferred talking to you.

When his eyes stopped on you at the bar, he felt his chest tighten as he saw you laugh, leaning forward as you gently pushed the man in front of you playfully.

He had never seen the man before, but he was clearly piquing your interest.

Tom felt his heart start beating a bit heavier in his chest as he watched you. The way you smiled brightly, a smile he often thought he was the only one to see. The way you were turned to face the man fully, told Tom you were truly interested.

Looking back at the man, Tom saw the way his eyes raked over you, and he felt his stomach turn.

Why was he reacting like this? He had never felt this before. Not towards you. Then again, in the years Tom had known you he had almost never seen you go out with someone, or even seen interested, until now.

He knew what the feelings were. Anger, annoyance, jealousy, fear. But why was he feeling it now? What did it mean?

As Slider nudged his arm, he looked back over, trying to force his thoughts to focus on what Slider was saying, but he couldn't seem to get the idea of you and another man off his mind.

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Tom watched you with curiosity and confusion as you ran off to the showers after training the next day. Most of the time you would wait for him, and you two would walk together and talk, but today you never even set eyes on him.

A feeling in his gut told him something was wrong, that maybe he did something, but he couldn't place what that might have been. His impatience only rose as he waited to see you, hoping you could go to the bar together. You could talk about it then.

When he did finally see you, he noted you were dressed up a bit more than usual, and the feeling in his gut only worsened.

"Y/n!" He called out as he saw you walking towards the parking lot.

As you turned at the sound of his voice and smiled, he felt a small amount of relief wash over him.

"You wanna drive to the bar together?" He asked casually, nothing unusual about the request.

Your face changed, and he felt his chest tighten.

"Sorry Ice, I'm not going tonight. I have a date."

Various feelings ran through him as he stared at you. 'Ice'? You haven't called him that in years. It's been Tom and Y/n for ages.

"Date?" He asked, his voice giving away his confusion.

You nodded, a somewhat shy smile on your face. There was something else there, in your eyes, but he focused too much on his on feelings to catch it.

"And I'm running a bit late, so I gotta go. I'll see you later." You smiled and turned to leave, leaving Tom standing alone basking in his own confusion and jealousy.

You had to go quickly, otherwise you'd give in an go with Tom. You couldn't waste another night of watching him flirt with everyone but you.

Tom stood there for a few minutes, watching as you drove off. His chest was tight and his breathing uneven as he tried to fully understand why he was feeling so upset about this.

Before now, he had never fully comprehended that you could start dating someone. That it wouldn't be him who was the closest man to you in your life. He just always assumed it would just be him. But why?

Suddenly it hit him. Because he wanted it to be that way.

He loved the idea of you and him. Sure he hooked up with some people here and there, but he had never been in a relationship. Because, well, because of you.

As he stood there and realization washed over him he felt uneasy on his feet.

It wasn't that he wanted to be your best friend, it's that he wanted to be with you. He just never fully comprehended it until now, until he realized he might be losing you to another guy.

"Hey Ice, you going to the bar?" Wolfman asked as he walked past.

Tom looked over at him and forced a smile "Yeah, yeah I'll be there in a while." He lied.

Tom looked down the road where you had driven off and felt his gut twist. He felt an overwhelming urge to chase after you. If only he knew were you were going. But he didn't. So he would wait.

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As you pulled back into base, you had a soft smile on your face as you thought about the last couple of hours. Your date had gone surprisingly well, and you got along great.

You liked him. But you knew that wasn't enough. Every time he leaned in closer, flirted, or tried to make a move, an image of Tom would flash in your mind, and you would pull away. He wasn't Tom, he never would be.

Walking towards the barracks, you almost jumped as you saw a silhouette leaning against the wall. It only took a second before you were able to full recognize who it was.

You continued to walk closer "Tom?" You asked with a soft and curious voice.

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice and he quickly stepped away from the wall. "Y/n."

"Is something wrong?" You asked, seeing the almost overwhelmed look on his face.

"No, well- I was just waiting for you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you stopped in front of him, "Why?"

He seemed uncomfortable as he looked around "I wanted to make sure you got back alright."

You chuckled "Okay, thanks dad."

He smiled softly and shook his head "I also wanted to talk to you."

You felt a nervous flutter in your stomach "About what?"

He opened his mouth but hesitated before he cleared his throat "Do you like him? This guy you went out with?"

He knew it was the guy from the bar the other night, it had to be.

"Yeah, I do."

He nodded his head "How much?"

You let out a soft scoff "Why doesn't it matter Tom, what is this?"

He let out a frustrated breath as he rubbed the back of his neck "I just- I don't like it. You, you meet this guy at a bar and talk for what an hour, and your already going out with him?"

So he did see you the other night? Realization hit you, and an odd sense of satisfaction came with it. But why was he acting like this? What did it mean?

"Isn't that how it usually works?" You asked with a bewildered tone. "I mean, haven't you done the same with a dozen women you've met the same way, why am I suddenly wrong for doing it?" Your voice rose with your annoyance.

Your words made Tom realize he was being a hypocrite. He sighed and lifted his hands up "You're right, I'm sorry. I just." He swallowed harshly as he avoided your gaze.

"It's just what, Tom?" Your voice was softer now.

"I don't like the idea of you going out with other guys." He admitted quickly.

You felt the realization of is words hit you like a truck, while also cementing you in place. "You don't like the idea of it?"

"I don't want you to go out with other men." He corrected himself.

"Other men?"

"Men that aren't me, okay?!" He rose his voice a little "Look, I didn't realize it until I saw you with that guy last night, but then tonight you went out with him and it hit me like a ton of bricks that I-" He stopped and met your eyes, and you saw an almost panicked look behind them.

"That you what Tom?" You asked as you stepped closer.

He could see the look in your eyes, reflecting his own sense of desperation.

"That I love you."

You felt your breath catch in your throat, your heartbeat was so heavy you felt it in your head. You felt an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over you. Shock, relief, joy, but the loudest, was anger.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You let out a soft almost scornful laugh.

Tom frowned, as his chest clenched.

"All this time, all this time." You turned and paced for a moment before turning back to face him "For years, all I've ever wanted was for you to see me. All I've wanted was for you to want me. But you never did. And when I finally give it up, and try to move on, now you do?"

Tom realized what you meant and felt guilt wash over him. How long had you waited for him to realize? How long had you ached over him never returning your feelings?

"I'm sorry." He said softly "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it. I mean, even before I realized that I loved you like this, I knew I loved you in some way. And I knew that I wanted to be with you I just didn't realize how."

He took a step closer to you before slowly reaching up and brushing his hand down your arm until he took your hand in his.

"Y/n, it might be selfish, but I cant see myself ever living without you. And I dont want to."

Looking into his eyes, you saw nothing but honesty, and though you were angry with the time wasted, and the truly bad timing, you couldn't help but smile.

"I'll never forgive you for making me wait, you know?"

He smiled as he tugged you closer "I know. And I deserve it."

His eyes flicked down to your lips, and he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss you.

He met your eyes again "And I will make it up to you every day."

"Oh will you?" You asked with a smile.

He nodded and smiled in return "Yeah, I will."

Leaning in swiftly, his lips pressed against yours, catching you by surprise. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach before sending an electric shiver through your body as you leaned into the kiss.

Even if he did make you wait, it was better late than never.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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AUATRSHUKDD I <3 YOUR WRITING!!!

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You're not sure anything hurts worse than a paper cut. You think you'd rather get a bullet to the chest than the slit that currently runs up your knuckle, blood oozing out in copious amounts.

"Shit," You breathe, dropping the envelope you'd just torn open. It lands on the table with an unceremonious smack, a bill yet to be paid laying inside.

At first, Tom thinks you're just upset about the price. You'd run up the A/C more than usual this month, but it's nothing you can't handle, which is why he's especially worried when you scurry off to the bathroom.

"Babe?" He calls after you, newspaper in hand. When you don't answer and he hears the rattling of metal inside the medicine cabinet, he tosses the paper aside, steps quick on the path to the bathroom.

He finds you hunched over the sink, water running red as it flows off of your hand. His eyes widen and he rushes for a band-aid, seeing an open one on the counter.

He peels off the wax strips over the stickers, "What happened?"

"Papercut," You rasp, voice thick with displeasure as the cut burns your nerves, "And I thought the triple digits were gonna be the worst thing about that bill."

He lets out a chuckle, if only to make you feel better about the searing pain in your hand. In reality the situation is far-from-funny, and his fingers shake as he holds the bandage ready for you.

"Dry it off," He instructs, handing you the towel. His face is pinched into a slight frown and he watches you intently as you press the towel to your finger, eyes locked on the line of red that immediately reappears when the towel is gone.

"Hurry," You urge as he wraps your cut, conscious of how tight he curls the bandage around your finger. He makes sure it doesn't turn colors, but the band-aid does as your blood seeps right through the pad and trickles down your finger again.

"Damn," You breathe, but Tom beats you to the towel. He holds pressure to your wound, finally glancing up at your face when he has a secure hold on your finger.

His eyes rove your features, locking onto your own and noticing unshed tears lining them. He clicks his tongue off of the roof of his mouth, reaching up with his free hand to brush his knuckle against your waterline.

"I'm sorry, honey." He murmurs, voice soft and sweet. It's heart-warming to hear such a sappy tone from Tom, though it's not like he's ever directed anything particularly brash at you. He pulls your hand up by the grip he's got on your finger, aiming your knuckles at his face and puckering his lips to press a kiss to the peaks.

It's comforting, and diverts your attention from the pain in your finger. His grip is firm but gentle, and the dull ache left behind by the papercut ebbs away as he replaces it with butterflies in your stomach. His lips are soft, because you've told him that if they ever get too chapped, you won't kiss him. He gets teased for applying chapstick in the locker rooms but you remind him Maverick doesn't even have a girlfriend to kiss, so he shouldn't rely too heavily on the man's opinions.

As fantastic as they feel on your hand, they feel even better on your own lips. He steps closer to you in the cramped bathroom, tile biting into his bare feet with a cold chill that runs through his veins. The soft press of your lips against his restores the warmth, though, and his hand on your waist provides you with the same comfort. It's a soft, sweet, sappy kiss, and your eyes drift shut with serenity.

It's moments like this that remind you you want to marry Tom. And you will, if the little box in his dresser you'd stumbled upon only days prior meant anything. Something giddy pushes at your chest, expanding your heart until it's bursting out of your chest. It prompts you to flutter your eyes open, and a soft puff of air from your nose makes Tom do the same.

He smiles at you, close-lipped and dreamy. You peck his grin once more for good measure, and only then realize that he's still holding your papercut.

You pry the towel off of your hand, peeling the old, soiled bandage off and tossing it into the garbage. You glance down at your now-clotted cut, no longer spouting fresh blood, only caked in dried rust-colored stains.

"You cured me," You laugh softly, an exhale from your dewy lips, "If this pilot thing doesn't work out, you should be a doctor on base."

"I can't go around kissing all of my patients," He reasons with a smile, unwrapping another bandage, "Besides, I think that means I'd have to see Goose about twelve more times a day than I do now."

"You like Goose," You remind him, fondness in your chest for the jovial man, "You wouldn't mind."

"I would if I had to kiss him," Tom sticks the new bandage on with a proud pat to the seam, "Too much mustache for my taste."

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ice-fire-or-clear · 2 years

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Take My Breath Away

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x f!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Basically Ice is tough and cool until the Reader is a badass who puts him into a tailspin. Mostly fluff :)

A/N: Ahhh quintessential Top Gun fic title time. Enjoy this short thing while I’m working on the next chapter of Further on the Edge! This came into my head and I just had to write it lol.

CW: alcohol, harassment (nothing toooo intense), non-graphic violence, blood mention, language

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Ice made a face, baring his teeth for a second as the alcohol burned his throat. Normally, he only drank to enhance a good time. Tonight was different.

“How are you feeling after that one?” Slider grinned knowingly, shoving Ice’s shoulder good-naturedly after downing his own shot. Ice rolled his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment. This sort of thing didn’t happen very often to him.

Sighing, he turned away from Slider and glanced over his shoulder, hoping his pretense of glancing at the bar line was convincing. Of course, no such luck. Regularly putting yourself into life-or-death situations with someone tended to mean they knew your nervous habits.

“You know,” Iceman’s best friend and currently, biggest nuisance, started thoughtfully. “In all the years we’ve flown together, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. And if I did, I wouldn’t have expected it to be over a woman."

Ice glared over at Slider and his shit-eating grin. “Fuck you, I am not nervous.”

Slider’s smile only got wider.

“…whatever. I’m getting us another round.”

As the pilot made his way to the bar, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander over to their favorite topic. Several weeks ago, his home squadron received a new pilot, transferring in from the Replacement Fleet Squadron. New pilots weren’t that uncommon, and Ice usually didn’t take too much interest in the rookies, always overeager to impress everyone and way too confident in their own abilities.

Until you walked out on the flight deck one morning, ready to do your pre-flight checks just as Ice was coming in from his own patrol, and knocked him flat out on his ass.

No, really.

Cool, calm, calculated Iceman was so transfixed by you that he missed his step entirely, tumbling the last few feet to the ground. Slider looked like Christmas had come early. Things went from bad to worse when you jumped up from checking your own plane to jog over and see if he was okay.

“These things do come with a ladder, Lieutenant. Pretty sure they covered that in flight school,” you said, smiling over at him as he dusted himself off.

“Uh-huh,” he grumbled, keeping his gaze turned down so you would miss the red glow his cheeks had assumed. Slider could no longer contain his laughter.

Ice really didn’t mean to be so rude to you that day, you just… caught him off guard, is all. And every time he had seen you since then, he had always tried to re-introduce himself and apologize for the incident on the tarmac. But every time he tried to go over to you, he seemed rooted in his spot. One time, he made it all the way up to your table in the mess hall, but as soon as he was in front of you, the words died in his throat. All he could do was spin around with his tray of breakfast and make his escape, leaving you staring after him, confusion written all over your face.

Slider wasn’t the only one who had watched Iceman’s sudden romantic deterioration unfold. His crush was often the subject of “friendly” teasing from the other pilots, especially when they hoped you might be in earshot. (Thank god you never seemed to notice, fortunately.) Ice couldn’t even blame them, because even he was perplexed as to the loss of his ice-cold demeanor. It wasn’t like he hadn’t chatted up women before. He knew his way around one night stands, casual hookups, and even the odd semi-serious relationship or two. But he could tell there was something different, feeling drawn towards you in a way he never had before.

You could be a real menace in the air, an excellent wingman in a dogfight. He could see that you were definitely Top Gun bound at some point in your career. On the other hand, you lacked the cockiness and arrogance that he usually saw in the other accomplished pilots. You were kind, but not overly friendly, and you seemed to get along with pretty much everyone. And of course, you were a total knockout. Anyone could see that.

Ice just wished that he could push all of that out of his head for a second so he could properly talk to you.

Finding himself at the bar, he placed an order for another round, idly drumming his fingers on the wood as he scanned the room. There were so many sailors he recognized from the carrier, enjoying their short time on shore as best as they could. Slider had been hinting for weeks that this would be a great time to “make his move,” and Ice unfortunately had to agree with him. Spirits always seemed to be higher during leave.

The bar was both loud and rowdy, but nothing seemed too out of the ordinary until something across the bar caught Ice’s eye. He straightened up and turned in that direction, seeing something he hadn’t ever seen before: you frowning, and looking pissed the hell off. He leaned forward, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

You were seated at the bar, turned to face another sailor in his dress whites (how pretentious, Ice thought with a sneer), gesturing angrily at the beer in front of you. The sailor, who towered over not only you, but practically everyone in the bar, was rocking back and forth on his heels, a drunk and lecherous grin stretching his face. He leaned in, planting one hand on the bar and pointing back and forth between the two of you with his own beer as he responded.

Ice frowned as he watched, wondering what the hell that guy was doing. Clearly incensed by whatever he had to say, you stood up and went to leave, but stopped suddenly, almost as if you were jerked back. There was some flurry of movement he couldn’t see from his spot across the taps, but he felt his pulse start thundering when you tugged your arm up by your face. The sailor had wrapped his fingers around your wrist, so tight it had to hurt.

“Oh shit,” Ice mumbled as he pushed himself away from the bar, ignoring the looks people in the crowd gave him as he worked his way around to the other side. You tried to pull your arm away again, and while Iceman couldn’t make out what you were saying, he could hear your raised voice above the other patrons.

It only took Ice another few seconds to get to you, but when he laid eyes on you again, he came crashing to a halt.

It was almost like he saw it in slow motion.

You pulled back your free arm, hand balled into a fist, and without even a second’s hesitation, you let it land square in the middle of the guy’s face. Instantly, the man let go of your wrist and doubled over, clutching his face in pain. Blood was already spurting through his fingers as a couple of the surrounding sailors realized what he had done and dragged him off by his elbows, hopefully never to be seen again.

“Holy shit,” Ice whispered to himself in awe.

You glanced over at him, shaking out your hand. “Hey, Ice.”

“Shit, are you okay?” He cursed himself for not moving to check on you instantly.

You turned your head to watch the drunk man as he was thrown out, considering. “I’m pretty much fine.”

“I uh, came to rescue you,” he said lamely, the words sticking in his throat. “Guess you don’t really need a wingman now, huh?”

You snorted. “I’ve got it under control, I think. Splash one, and all that.”

You both laughed at that one.

And then you knocked Iceman flat out on his ass for a second time.

“You know, it would be nice if a man I was actually interested in bought me a drink tonight,” you said, very clearly eyeing him up and down.

After the shock passed over him, he flashed his signature dazzling smile, offering you his arm. “I could never be anything but nice to you.”

“Oh, I bet you’ll be real nice to me tonight,” you murmured into his ear as he led you to a booth.

You both pretended not to notice as Ice almost tripped over his own feet at that one.

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