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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.

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"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?

--- --- --- ---

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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auroracalisto · 1 year

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you've got this

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Scared?" Tom's voice rang out.

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

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

"Tom!"

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

"You good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doing what?"

"Skating like that?"

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

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

"Okay," you said.

"Okay?"

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

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

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iceman-soup · 5 months

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little puppy bites at soap's face like i'm a dog with its favourite blanket

#my dog carries her blanket around in her mouth all the time #i wanna do that with soap #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x gn!reader #soap babygirl #iceman soup shitpost

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tiredlilguy · 10 months

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Hii! I hope you’re doing well in college :)

If it’s alright to do x reader, can you write about having a romantic relationship with the flags? I rlly liked your hcs so I thought to make a flags request ! Here’s some questions to help you out

-Can they cook? - Are they affectionate? -Cuddling, big spoon or little spoon? -Are they good at comforting you?

If you do not want to do this request, you do not have too! Please take your time I don’t mind!

ASDLFJAHLSDKJFHLAKDSJFH i had to pick this one up immediately despite me having so many drafts. im boutta eat this shit up, the flags are actually literally my favorite. ty for requesting this (ノ・∀・)ノ this is very long... it's 6 pages on my document right now...

pairing(s): The Flags (separately) x GN!Reader cw: slightly suggestive for iceman and chuuya's, not proofread desc: romantic hc's with the flags, the real question is though, can albatross cook? (spoiler: no, he can't)

Pianoman:

he’s always busy, but strangely enough, whenever you ask, he’s always free

for some reason, whenever you’re in the room you’re like… the only thing on his mind and he forgets whatever he was doing before

I can see pianoman being a huge sweetheart for some reason

like… He’s the leader of the Flags, but at the same time he kind of acts like a care-taker a little bit

he just cares very deeply for his comrades and you, of course

his love languages are quality time and acts of service, but he likes to receive physical touch

this man is touch starved, so please give him a little hug when he’s stressing over deadlines and being hard on himself (since he’s a perfectionist)

speaking of physical touch: he LOVES back hugs, receiving them and giving them

he’ll be looking over at some copies of fake notes that he was working on with a frown on his face and -oh- there’s his sweet little bug squeezing him so much that he completely forgot what he was doing (he doesn’t care though, he loves you)

he’s only really affectionate when you both have a moment alone, but he won’t complain if you want a kiss or for him to hug you for a moment

when you two are alone though, he likes to give you surprise kisses or hugs; tends to be really clingy sometimes depending on how tired he is, but if you want space, he’ll listen to you

I feel like sometimes though, if he does initiate PDA, he likes to tease you: if you’re sitting on his lap, he’ll put a hand on your thigh, but then it’ll slowly trail up a little bit higher when he thinks your not paying attention, if he puts his head on your shoulder while you’re talking to someone, he might leave butterfly kisses on the side of your neck

he likes to tease you for sure, and isn’t satisfied until your a tomato…

nicknames for him… I think he’d use nicknames that are a little dorky because he likes to embarrass you, saying: “love bug” or “hot stuff” or “steady” (really old ass, from the 50’s nicknames)

“ You know, (Y/N) likes to call me studmuffin,” he brags to Chuuya, nudging the poor boy on the elbow.

“ Please leave me alone.”

I had to make the stupid reference… im sorry LMFAO

but when he’s feeling a little romantic, he’ll call you “honey”

he’s definitely good at comforting you, considering that he literally drops everything just to pay attention to you

will study every detail on your facial expression the moment that you walk in the room, but if you’re in a bad mood he won’t push you

gives you a back hug and a small kiss on the side of your head and asks if you’re ok and if you want anything

listens if you want to vent, or will leave you alone if you want. Anything you need? He’s there to take care of you.

just want to cry and lay down for a bit, that’s fine with him. He’s not the best singer, but he tries to hum to you

can he cook? He can, but I can also see him just preferring to order take out

at the end of the day, he tends to just be really tired, so cuddling up on the couch with you and some take out is enough for him (if you cook, even better, but he might want to help because he feels bad)

he’s a big spoon

when I saw that question I was like: How does this man sleep? In my brain, he’s a side sleeper, and he’d prefer to be the big spoon

when he’s drifting off to sleep, he likes to whisper sweet nothings to you

though, does he sleep? No not really, you have to drag him way from his desk and if he doesn’t budge just kiss him on the forehead and tell him to join you (he’ll end up joining you like 5 minutes later)

in conclusion, sweet bf, but also busy and tired (please give him forehead kisses)

Lippman:

Lippman is romantic as fuck

like you cannot tell me he’s got the rizz, Doc literally said he has a silver tongue (what else that tongue do *cough*)

he’s always holding your hand in his

his hands are very warm and gentle, and when he holds yours, he’s holding it very gingerly, not tugging too hard and only squeezing your hand to comfort you

love languages are gift giving and physical touch, he loves receiving words of affirmation

being an actor with may fans abroad, he hears a lot of praise from others, but none of their words mattered nearly as much as yours do

like you could just be complimenting him on how he styled his hair one day, and it’s like… the only thing he’s talking/thinking about

early on in your relationship together, he was quite shy actually: didn’t really initiate affection because sitting next to you made him feel nervous, but one day you grasped for him hand and now he just never let go

like I’m telling you, if you two are at home, he will not let go of your hand (even when he’s cooking)

speaking of cooking, he’s an amazing cook, but he’s also (similar to pianoman) busy as hell

he often likes to cook with you, enjoying your presence and closeness as you both work together to make a nice meal

he’s fine with PDA, but only if it’s PG… like he gets shy kissing you on the lips in public, but he’ll hold your hand (because he loves your hands :) )

if you initiate PDA, he won’t complain though

he’s far too shy to tell you no, and he also enjoys making you happy

seeing you happy makes him happy

nicknames for you are old romantic, but not in a dorky way. He likes to use nicknames in a different language sometimes: “mon cherié”, “cariño”

he also definitely uses “darling” and if he’s in a more excited mood, he calls you “sunshine” or “my flower”

“ There’s my pretty sunshine!,” he’d smile, as you’d run up to him and give him a hug.

comfort from him is >>>

he seems shy, but when he gets worried about you, he sort of goes into mom mode

he’s a little pushy, but if he notices you’re upset, he stops immediately

will hold you if you’re upset, and he has a sweet voice, so hearing him talk or sing will calm you down immediately

after comforting you, he’d take care of you for the rest of the day

you have work to do at home? No, you don’t, he’s going to make you tea and tell you how well beautiful you are

I can see him being very strict about his sleep schedule

he cringes at the thought of himself having wrinkles because he slept the wrong way, so he tries to go to bed at a certain time and wakes up at a certain time (mafia orders and job stuff are an exclusion though)

sometimes he goes to sleep earlier than you do, but he doesn’t mind if you interrupt him to crawl under his arms

for him, he definitely prefers to face you his sleep: he can see you face when he wakes up and nothing will make him happier

if he’s really tired though, he might like burying his head in your chest as your massaging his head with your hands

he’ll let out a soft groan before falling right to sleep

he doesn’t mind holding you either though: you being the little spoon or resting your head on his chest

likes to kiss your eyelids before he goes to bed ;;-;;

soft romantic bf, can be shy, but he tries this best to make you happy

doesn’t care just as long as there’s a smile on your face

Iceman:

Iceman is very much a lone wolf, but with you it’s “I literally hate everyone else, but I will give the world to you”

he can and will kill for you, rest assured you are very protective

though despite his rough exterior, he’s a kind man

honestly, he doesn’t really care so much for PDA, but he gladly accepts any form of affection you give him

he’s most likely not the one that initiated it, but the only time’s he does is if he’s talking with the others: he often gestures for you to come over to sit on his lap (and you do so, because who would say no-)

or if he doesn’t initiate PDA, it’s usually out of jealousy or to show people that your his

like let’s say you’re talking with someone for a bit too long, he’s probably going to slide a hand on your waist and giving you a soft kiss on the cheek, telling you that you both have to leave (you got no where to go, he’s just wants you attention instead-)

this man has the best kisses, like if anything those are what make your heart flutter the most

it doesn’t matter what kind of kiss he gives you: one of the cheek, a short peck, etc, it still makes you feel somewhat flustered and a tomato (which he grins at)

he doesn’t seem like the type, but he likes to tease you in more of a subtle way.

You were putting on a pair of pants and adjusting them at your hips: zipping up the front zipper and button. You then reached over to the side to find a belt, only to realize that it wasn’t there. Suddenly, hands slipped around your waist and you realized that Iceman was doing you belt for you.

“ These pants compliment your waist quite well,” he whispered gently into your ear. It almost sounded like a bit of a growl. You felt your chest flutter as you let him do his thing. Though before anything else happened, he buckled your belt together and slipped his hands away, walking away as if nothing happened.

nicknames for you are simple. He doesn’t want to do anything more ambitious and he feels proud that he can call you simple nicknames: “love” and “babe” or “baby”

those nicknames make you feel flustered either way… so I mean

He notices you trying to reach something that was on the top shelf, but stops you. Getting you off the counter, and reaching for it himself,” Let me help you, Love.”

he’s the kind of man that lana del ray writes in her music *cough*

he LOVES YOUR WAIST: he’s always touching it

sometimes he’ll place a gentle hand on the side of your waist while passing you, he’ll take any chance he can to pick you up by the waist (and sit you down on the kitchen counter *cough*), slow dancing with his hands resting just a top your hips while you both listen to his old records

he’s just… always touching ur waist all the time

likes to do a lot of the heavy work for you like if you’re moving something large, or carrying bags

he only does it because he knows you’re entirely capable, he just doesn’t want you to ever lift a finger if he’s around

love languages are physical touch and acts of service

he’s a sweet comforter, but he most likely doesn’t say much

he’s always listening and he’ll do whatever you ask of him, but he just prefers actions over words

will hold you until you fall asleep if you were crying, he wipes your tears too :(

will not feel rested until your completely asleep next to him

the way he holds you is definitely you laying on his chest with your ear to his heart while he’s lying on his back with an arm slung around your waist

definitely does that really sweet thing where he’ll caress your side in circles

he smokes before he goes to bed, but if it bothers you, he’ll stop (or just smoke outside)

always makes sure that before he leaves for work that you’re awake (even if you’re half-awake), happy, and with a cup of tea/coffee

conclusion: lone wolf kind of lover aka everything that I want *cough*

Doc:

I feel like in a romantic relationship to him, there are very few moments where it seems romantic to the public eye

though in between you two, I can see it being very shy love

he tends not to initiate much affection, but you can quite literally see it in his eyes that he’s begging

at first, it seemed rather creepy and you thought he didn’t like you all that much, but in reality he was just silently asking for your attention

Doc is the kind of person that stands… really really close to you, so much that you’re a little bit uncomfortable and when you turn around and look at him, he smiles

he doesn’t initiate PDA at first, allowing you to show affection

he loves receiving head pats from you, it makes him feel proud of himself

though, when he started getting comfortable between the two of you, he likes to lay on you

like I’m talking… laying on your thighs, head on your shoulder, he likes to lean on you

since he’s rather sickly, he tends to be really cold quite often, so to him, you’re his personal heater

isn’t one to kiss you on the lips unless he’s feeling really passionate: a kiss on the cheek or on the forehead is enough for him

usually prefers to receive affection then give it, BUT he’s working on it, and for now standing next to him is enough

love language is very much quality time

he just likes to sit next to you, even if you’re not touching or saying anything

the silence with him is always comfortable with him, doesn’t matter what you’re both doing

the nicknames that he uses are really simple, but weird, yet strangely sweet like “happy pill” or “bug”

As he enters your room, he crosses his arms as he looks around for you. “ Hey, where’s my happy pill…WOAH-!”

You quickly tackled him into a hug. Though not hard enough for him to fall over. Doc let out a small smile as you hugged him albeit a little roughly.

his comforting doesn’t really come out very often

for example: let’s say you get injured

he’ll turn into a completely different person, rather serious and focused when he’s treating you

but if you are in pain, he’ll be holding onto you gently as he’s trying to patch you up

he hushes you if you wince from the pain

can he cook? Nope, and he doesn’t really try to either

because he’s a doctor, he tends to be busy and doesn’t really have much time to take care of himself

so either his subordinates deliver food to him, or you deliver him food (which he’s very grateful for)

I can see him being the kind of person who sleeps on his back, or on you… like from earlier

he’ll very easily fall asleep on your lap if you hand is touching his hair, but to be honest he’ll sleep anywhere

this man does not sleep, so if you offer your shoulder for him to lean on, he’ll most likely knock out

he takes naps anywhere… sleeps anywhere, so it’s quite hard to get him to sleep in a bed

anyways, if you’d like to sleep next to him, he usually lifts his arms so that you can nuzzle into his side as he lies on his back

if you’re too scared to be near him though, he might just hold your hand as you both fall asleep next to each other

he likes watching you sleep though, so sometimes he’ll just prop himself up on a pillow with a book while holding your hand in his other

in conclusion: he’s a quiet and sweet lover

Albatross:

PUPPY LOVE PUPPY LOVE PUPPY LOVE

he quite literally follows you every where

you’re going to the store? Ok, he wants to take you for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re going to go get some coffee at that cafe downstairs? He’s already throwing on his jacket. You’re just getting up to go get another snack? Well, he’s not going to let you leave his arms, so up he goes with you.

he’s always hugging you, doesn’t matter what you’re both doing

greets you with a hug, says goodbye with a hug, will just… hug you if you’re standing within proximity of him

I can also see Albatross taking his little furry jacket vest thing and putting it on you, as well as his sunglasses

no, you cannot argue with him, he’s going to do it anyways if you’re both having a casual moment together

as you can see from just now, he LOVES PDA

he loves to receive it, loves to give it

he’s always holding your hand, or waist, or has his head on your shoulder or on top of your head if you’re standing in front of him, is always hugging you

once again, no you cannot argue with him, he will probably cry, you haven’t tried to argue with him though… but you have a feeling that he would cry

sometimes you tend to forget that he’s behind you, and someone will end up pointing it out (usually Chuuya… the other Flags are used to it)

he lets you braid his rat tail and doesn’t take it out until you do, and you only take it out if you want to redo it

love languages are physical touch and quality time, he loves to receive physical touch back (please hug and kiss him, he enjoy it even if it’s a small thing)

can and will take you out for his midnight drives and shenanigans

once dragged you out of bed so that you could both go to the beach and run into the water (you were both still in your night wear, but seeing him laughing and smiling made you happy too)

he likes driving a lot faster than normal just so that you can cling onto him, his makes butterflies go absolutely HAM in his stomach

nicknames for you are cutesy, he doesn’t really like traditional nicknames and sometimes they remind him of Lippman and it makes him cringe

he likes to call you “Dumpling” or “Marshmallow”… maybe he’s just hungry, I don’t know

“ Dumplin’, can you pass me the wrench that’s in that toolbox next to you over there?”

speaking of wrenches, he feels happy whenever you visit him at his garage

you can just sit there and listen to him talk for hours on end while he fixes things up

he leaves his toolbox next to you on purpose just so that you can hand it to him

I can imagine that if you hand him a tool and he’s laying on his back under a car on one of those rolley cart things

instead of reaching out for it with his hand, he’ll quickly roll up and take it from you, but not before swiping his stained hand on your cheek and giving you a quick kiss

he’s just silly… and he likes to give you little form of affection

DO NOT LET THIS MAN COOK OH MY GOD

he may be great at cars and boats and planes, but do not let him cook

he will somehow find a way to burn the kitchen by just touching the pan with the stove off

though despite being a shitty cooker, he’s a big foodie

he loves to eat literally everything and tries new things because he heard a review

if you bring him to a new restaurant, he’ll be taking photos of his food and be reviewing it as he eats it

I can see him sleeping sprawled out on the bed, if you join him, he’ll unconsciously cling onto you like a magnet

he’s a pretty deep sleeper, but he’s always looking for you in his sleep

if you leave, he’ll whine and try to look for you even if with his eyes closed

in conclusion: he’s very much in his puppy love era, and his face is always red when he’s talking to you… he’s a blushy boy around you

Chuuya:

he’s very much a tsun, so it might be quite hard for him to get close to you, or even show affection

though, just know that despite how much he acts like he doesn’t like your affection, he recretly loves it

he fell first and harder mind you

he treats you like literal royalty behind closed doors though

Chuuya’s not really one for PDA, and he’s not going to initiate it under any circumstance

the only reason is because he has a tendency to want to continue to show his rough exterior out in public

he can get kind of awkward if you initiate it, but will relax into it after a while

though, when he greets you in public he’s a gentlemen: he’ll even kiss your hand and lead you places by the hand sometimes

though that’s about it

behind doors though, he’s… so clingy

bike the moment that you close the door, he already has his arms around your waist

if he kisses you anywhere, it’s on your neck, and he does it in the most dramatic way possible

he’ll take one of your hands in his as he’s behind you and he’ll let out a short breathe on your neck before kissing gently

don’t get him wrong though, he still loves to kiss your lips

if anything, he’s addicted to your taste

love languages are gift giving and acts of service

I just know this man will literally get you anything just to make you happy

expensive jewlery? No problem, baby. You want that coat that’s over a thousand dollars? It’ll be in your closet in a couple of days.

this man is loaded so… (MAKE HIS POCKETS HURT)

he definitely does a lot of things around the house if he’s not busy

the moment that he’s home, all house chores as his now and if you argue with him, he’s going to sit you up on the kitchen counter and uh… yeah.

anyways, he likes to help around the house when he can: if you made dinner, he’s doing the dishes. Even if he made dinner, no, sit down, he’s still going to do the dishes

he simply just doesn’t want you to lift a finger and wants you to sit pretty on the couch and enjoy yourself for a moment

speaking of cooking, yes… he can cook and he’s REALLY good at it

he had no former way of teaching himself other than wanting to find a new hobby, and oh my god if the dishes that he makes aren’t literally amazing

he enjoys cooking dishes that go well with his wine depending on what he felt like drinking from his collection

nicknames that he uses are simple and easy, but they get to the point. He’ll use nicknames like “doll” or “sweet stuff”; not as simple as ice man, but he likes them

He wraps his arms around you as you were cooking dinner,” How was your day, doll? Whatcha makin’?”

I can see him comforting a lot similar to iceman

he’ll listen quietly to literally anything you ask

if you want to be held, he’ll lay down on the couch and hold you in his arms as you’re laying down on top of him

will use his ability to make you both float away from the surface for a moment: something that he used to do that always calmed him down

he likes to caress your hair, so let him when he’s trying to comfort you.

if he’s sleeping with you, he’s definitely a spooner and he is the big spoon

he snores for sure, but he never loosens his grip if he’s holding onto you

sweet boy (-w-)

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callsign-phoenix · 4 months

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I wrote this as a part of my 12 days of ficmas, I hope you like it!

It is a young!Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for helping with the plot!

The prompt is Matching Christmas sweaters.

Warnings: this is only proofread by me, also you can just knit in this one

You and Tom were in an incredibly young relationship.

You had just gotten together two weeks before Christmas.

Tom was fun, kind and charismatic, and you loved spending time together.

While he decided to spend Christmas Day with his family he asked if you wanted to spend the 26th with him.

You were so excited and really liked Tom, which was why you maybe went a little overboard with his present.

You really enjoyed knitting so you had made your dream Christmas sweater, spending days on the design and then just about two weeks of vehement knitting to finish it.

When Tom had seen it he had commented on it, telling you how much he liked it.

It made you ecstatic, and when he asked you to spend a Christmas holiday with him you knew just what to get him.

You spent hours each day working away on your present, which you hoped he’d love as much as you did.

Work was busy and you did your very best, sometimes even knitting at night to make progress.

In the end you had a beautiful gift, one that was identical to the sweater he had admired.

When the 26th came around you drove to his place, a beautifully packaged box in the shotgun seat of your car.

When Tom opened the door he was beaming brightly, enveloping you into a hug and pressing a welcoming kiss to your lips.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, and you replied similarly.

You settled down on his couch and moved to face each other, broad grins on your faces.

You received your present first and were so excited to hand yours over.

Tom handled his present carefully, putting it on his lap to gently pull the tape off.

The moment the paper fell to reveal your work your nerves grew, and you found a curious expression on his face.

Your heart was pounding below your self made sweater, as you watched his face nervously.

He turned his head to look at you, a wide smile growing on his lips.

He was silent for a few seconds, which was why you started speaking.

“Is it boring? Your grandma could have made it, I know. I just… you said you loved it and I really wanted you to love what I got you. So I made this for you? It’s tacky, I know, and it’s very straightforward. But I felt like maybe you’d like it?” You started rambling, until Tom set a hand on your own.

“Baby, I love it,” he said softly, his voice much gentler than usual.

You were confused by his very touched reaction as he lay his hand on the material gently, his thumb caressing it slightly.

“I… no one’s ever made anything for me before,” he added, and a small hopeful smile started to tug on your lips.

“I’d wear that sweater every day of my life if I could,” he said, and you laughed, expecting it to be a joke.

Tom looked at you as if it was the most serious thing he had ever said, and you felt heat rise in your chest and cheeks.

“Thank you, baby. It’s the best present I ever got,” he added, and the heat rose in your cheeks when he leaned in to kiss you.

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mitchellpete · 2 years

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By The Water

summary: In the middle of his nightmare, Maverick pulls you towards him in his sleep. You realize he’s clutching onto you the way he held Goose.

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader

tags/warnings: heavy grief, slight angst, nightmares, descriptions of anxiety, comfort, fluff

word count: 1.9k

The week after Goose’s death, Maverick had hardly slept. He hadn’t been around at home much either, insisting that he was fine and that he just needed some alone time. You gave him space, though it was hard not to notice his puffy eyes whenever he came around, and the occasional sniffle. You’d felt guilty for feeling so lonely that entire week, but you later realized you just had a profound urge to comfort him. When you’d begin to bring it up, he would always persist that he was okay, and then swiftly leave the room.

Though you wouldn’t see him for the rest of the day, he would eventually crawl into bed late at night. You’d wait for him to wrap himself around you like usual, but his warmth would never come. He’d lay with his back to you, arms around himself in a frail attempt to get some rest. You’d flip onto your side to stare at the back of his head, at his drooped shoulders, silently hoping he could find some peace even if just for the night.

One of the first nights, he awoke with a gasp and stumbled towards the bathroom.

“Pete?” you’d called out, voice hazy with sleep. “You okay?”

No response. Propped up on your elbows, you peered into the darkness. The bathroom lock clicked, and then silence. Tears welled in your eyes when the faint sound of his hiccuped sobs eventually filled your ears.

It stayed this way for the next couple of days. Maverick would fall asleep for an hour or two, and then jolt awake and rush out of bed. You’d drowsily follow, begging him to let you comfort him, to remember that you were here for him. You were met with his need for isolation almost every time.

It was easy for guilt to overcome you. He deserved time and space and most of all, patience. But why didn’t he let you in? Did he not trust you? Could he not confide in you? You were his partner, after all.

But Goose had been more, you’d realize. Goose had been his family. His only family. And suddenly you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself, aiming to just be out of the way if that’s what Maverick needed.

Around the fifth or sixth night, you quietly followed him to the living room. He sat in the dark, head in his hands. Though he’d heard your steps, he still flinched when you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll go back to bed in a second,” he mumbled softly, to your surprise.

You blinked, watching him. “Are you sure you’re okay to?”

His hands ran down his face, and then dropped to his lap. Tired green eyes flicked towards you. You noticed his eyebags, how they’d sunken into his face. He’d never looked more exhausted.

“I need to get some sleep eventually,” he said, voice slightly hoarse.

Along with his frequent absences, he also hadn’t been speaking much. Not freely, at least, like he would after a day in the sky. Excitedly telling you about his maneuvers, how he got to laugh in Iceman’s face, how great it was flying with Goose. Your heart sinks at the realization that he would never say anything like that again.

Leaning down slightly, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, whispered an ‘Okay, I love you’ and went back to bed. You were a few minutes from sleep when he eventually slipped into the covers beside you.

Some form of progress.

You’re not sure how long you were asleep before your eyes are opening again. You’re uncomfortable somehow, but you’re unable to pinpoint the reason in your still half-asleep daze. Though your eyelids feel heavy, you try to blink the sleep away the best you can, slowly realizing the source of your discomfort. He must’ve pulled you to him sometime in his sleep, because you’re halfway on top of Maverick, your shoulder blade achy against his chest. Both of his arms are around you, one hand painfully gripping your forearm and the other has the material of your shirt bunched into a fist. His grip hurts—he’s holding onto you like he’s scared you’re gonna float away.

Your stomach drops, and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe. Dipping your head back into the crook of his shoulder, you’re met with fluttering lashes, a quivering bottom lip, and staggered, shallow breathing. He’s having a nightmare, his heartbeat pounding against your back.

“Pete.” Your voice comes out cracked, like you haven’t had a drink of water in ages.

His grip tightens, an incoherent whisper spilling from his lips. You don’t know why you feel so incapable of moving. You hadn’t realized your eyes were filled with tears until you felt the wetness on your cheek, and the hollowness in your chest. Crying is all you were able to do the past week, and it’s all you seem to be able to do now.

Just go back to sleep, your mind tells you, but how? When this is your one chance to be there for him?

Amidst his muddled mumbling, you hear a very clear “..’m sorry” against your ear.

You knew he had to have been dreaming of Goose, but it’s like a knife going right through your chest at the realization that it’s not just any dream. He’s reliving the accident. He’s gotta be, because his grasp on you is too specific in his sleepful state.

It’s when his fist lets go of your shirt that you find your voice. His now free hand trails up to rest in your hair, and although he’s still clutching onto you with his other arm, you now feel less trapped.

“Pete,” you let out, voice stronger, though your breathing is still unsteady.

No response. The hand in your hair starts to tremble.

“Please, please wake up,” you beg him, your hand gently budging at the arm he’s got around you. It would be easier to slip away from him if you weren’t so terrified you’d startle him. Still, you attempt to twist from his grasp as gently as you can, sinking your free leg into the mattress to pull yourself off of his chest.

You’re almost off of him when the movement wakes him up. That familiar gasp, and suddenly he’s hyperventilating. Your eyes are still teary; another tear slips down your cheek as you settle back on your side of the bed and attempt to pry your arm free. He lets go, sitting up and then leaning forward like he can’t breathe.

“Hey.” You grab onto him this time, one hand loosely around his wrist and the other on his back. “It’s okay.”

All of him is trembling now. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark, and you watch as tears begin cascading down his cheeks. The piercing in your chest returns as he chokes out a sob.

“Hey, please, please look at me,” you urge, leaning into him. “You’re okay. I promise you’re okay.”

You try not to be forceful when the hand around his wrist begins to pull him your way, but he doesn’t budge. The hand that he’d previously bunched into your shirt is now doing the same to the blanket underneath him, his knuckles white. He’s still leaning forward, gasping for air in the midst of his sobbing.

You feel hopeless in the dark, so you move past him off the bed to switch on the light. You almost instantly regret it, his struggle now fully lit in front of you. It’s hard to watch as he begins rocking back and forth, but you’re instantly by his side again, kneeling around the bed and managing to wrap yourself around him from behind. It’s then that he accepts your comfort, leaning back into your grasp. His hands are shaking violently, but he places them gently on your arms and slowly wraps his fingers around them. It’s like he’s scared to grip you too tight, like he had earlier, but you don’t care anymore.

You scoot back against the headboard the best you can, gently urging him to move backwards with you. “Come here, baby,” you mumble, your voice a lot stronger than before.

One quivering hand comes off your arm and over his mouth as if to stop his sobs, but they continue to fill the room as you pull him as close to you as possible. You’ve seemingly swapped positions from earlier; he’s all but laying on top of you, his body snug in between your legs, but it’s comfortable even as he squirms a bit in your grasp.

“It’s okay, baby,” you coo in his ear, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you.”

His hyperventilating subsides, and then eventually he’s just hiccuping. He’s still trembling, however, and you reach for his hands to help calm him. He sinks into you, dark head of hair against your chest, and you lean in again to press kisses wherever you reach. At the top of his head, on his temple again, on his damp cheek.

Though you’re slightly relieved he’s granted you access, your heart continues to ache at the sound of his sniffling. You can’t see his eyes from where you’re positioned, but you can see his lashes, drenched in tears still and blinking like his eyes burn.

He’s still exhausted, as are you, but you feel stuck. How could you ever fix sleep for him at this point? You’re afraid to offer to talk about it.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer instead, voice soft. Your thumb strokes his hand, aiming to soothe him as much as possible. “If Carole doesn’t think so, why would he?”

You pause, awaiting a response. He simply keeps sniffling, but doesn’t grow any more upset. You squeeze your eyes shut for a minute, trying not to let your emotions overcome you again.

“Baby, I know—I know you miss him,” you continue. “But he’ll always be with you, you know that?”

Another pause.

This time, he nods faintly; you almost miss it.

You don’t expect him to speak, but he does: a small, hushed “..’m sorry for waking you.”

You frown. “Please don’t apologize anymore,” you mumble into his ear. “I promise you don’t need to apologize for anything.. Not ever.”

His hand beneath yours, no longer shaking under your gentle touches, moves to intertwine with yours. A silent ‘thank you, I love you.’

His demeanor softens eventually, his previously shaky breathing finally steadying. You continue caressing his hands and giving him kisses, and he continues sinking into you. He’s glad to have you. He hopes the both of you can sleep.

You’re unsure how much time has passed when you hear him start to lightly snore. The light was left on, but you’re thankful your eyes burn and that you’ll fall back asleep regardless. Maverick’s body is snug against yours, his back a pleasantly warm weight on your chest as you hold him near.

“Goodnight, Pete,” you whisper, giving his temple two more kisses.

Leaning your head back against the pillow, your head turns to glance at the framed image on the bedside table. Flight suits bunched at the waist, two thumbs up in the sunlight.

Goodnight, Goose.

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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I Loved Them, Goose - p.m

a/n: this was painful to write, i hate writing sad mav, it's so disheartening :( luv him too much. also ik this gif is from TG:M, but it's fitting for this one shot... it's a little short, but, i hope this was what you wanted anon, if not i'm happy to rework it for you!! < 3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: young!maverick x gn!reader

warnings: angst, reader death, funeral

wc: 1,365

the request: 'can you do like a really angsty young maverick x reader where it is the reader instead of goose dying please I love your work 💜'

i listened to another love but the slowed version whilst writing this rip, that shit HURT

Droplets of rain pattered on the asphalt, the clear beads exploding against the hard ground like a million ballerinas dancing upon it. It was the day of your funeral, and they had laid your coffin to rest around thirty minutes ago. Most of the attendees had dissipated from the cemetary, but not Maverick. He stood straight with his head facing downward; his smart, black military cap tucked underneath his arm. The rain drenched his dark-cocoa coloured hair, flattening it against his forehead. Small droplets of rain dripped down his skin, it was like the weather had given him a way to hide his forthcoming tears. "I'm sorry, Mav," A choked, quiet voice came from behind the young pilot, making his ears twitch at the familiar voice he loved so dearly. Goose's voice was somewhat comforting to him, but it wasn't yours.

You had been Maverick's RIO to replace Goose as he had a family emergency to attend to. The two of you had been training for Top Gun, being Iceman's wingman for the lesson. Ice's jet-wash had sent your plane into an uncontrollable and unrecoverable flat spin as he pulled out from the shot he was going to take. Maverick's mind was haunted by your shouts of distress, his knees suddenly feeling weak as he reeled his mind back to the moment he watched your lifeless, limp body float down to the sea. Goose had learnt of your death after he returned to Top Gun to find Maverick absolutely broken. It was like he was a totally different man entirely. His cocky persona had completely melted away and it revealed his fragile and delicate side.

Maverick was fighting back strangling sobs beneath his emotionless façade as he stared down at your new, forever home, and it disturbed Goose at how 'calm' the naval aviator seemed. "They'd want you to be happy." Goose spoke again, his mouth hanging open as he squinted against the pelting rain, the outward-poking rim of his military cap not doing much to protect his face from the wet weather. Maverick didn't dare turn around to face Goose and expose his ailing will to keep going. Instead, he swallowed slowly, giving a single nod of his head.

"I know." Maverick whispered, almost to himself at how quiet he spoke. He could feel the protective wall he had built for today beginning to crumble like a sandcastle as he thought back to your screams of terror as the two of you plummeted to the ground, torturing himself with the guilt that was laden within his rigid body. Goose watched Maverick's shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, his once silent sobs becoming audible.

"Mav!" You screamed, your heart beat was going ridiculously fast now and you were sure if this crash didn't kill you, the oncoming heart-attack would.

"Y/C/S, Y/C/S, I'm losing control, I'm losing control! I-I can't control it!" Maverick shouted, his hands gripping the centre joystick like it was the last thing on Earth.

"Altitude eight thousand," You choked out, your head pressed up against the canopy from the insane gravitational push from your unintentional free-fall. "Seven thousand!" You gasped, your terrified eyes never leaving the spiralling needle. "Shit, six thousand, Mav!"

"I've fallen forwards, Y/C/S, I can't reach the ejection handle!" Maverick shouted hoarsely and swallowed, trying to gain control of his compressing lungs. "Y/C/S! You've gotta punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle, eject!" Maverick hopelessly shouted again, making you push yourself against the side of the canopy in a weak attempt to grasp onto the yellow rings above your head. Your arms and back burned as you forced your body to do the unimaginable, fighting against gravity itself to save your lives. "Eject, eject, eject!" He yelled. You missed once, then twice, and then you caught it, sparks surrounding you as the canopy was launched off the top of the jet. Your seat ejected first, a puff of smoke emitting from below it. Suddenly, a loud crack, and it was black.

Maverick's seat was next, and his arms crossed against his chest as he was shot up into the air, parachute deploying as soon as his chair was released. His breaths were ragged and heavy as he desperately glanced around to find your figure, and to his dismay, he found it. He felt his body go numb as his eyes lingered on your limp body, your arms hanging down like you were a puppet on strings. "Y/N?!" He called out hoarsely, his heart beginning to race for all the wrong reasons.

As the pair of your bodies hit the water, Maverick was on you like a rocket, his lips quivering as he screamed your name out, praying, begging for a reply. But he got nothing back. "Y/C/S!" Maverick screeched, his arms splashing against the water as he reached you, the self-deploying lifeboat raising your body up underneath the pile of soaking parachute. He clambered on top of the inflatable, his body aflame with unbearable pain and fatigue. Maverick's trembling fingers fisted the parachute, desperately digging through the nylon material to retrieve your body. He felt his chest explode as he saw patches of bright, red blood stain his fingers as he found your head, your helmet was broken in half; blood staining your once-white helmet. "No..." Maverick breathed out, his voice breaking as he realised what had happened. His reckless behaviour had killed you. A high-pitched ringing sounded through his ears. "Y/N!" He screamed once more, his jaw clenching in distress as he hopelessly stared down at you, blinking rapidly; tears dripping from his lashes. "Please, wake up, Y/N, please-" He cried out, his hands clutching your head against his chest, fingers brushing the bloodied and matted hair out of your lifeless eyes.

"Let them go!" A voice shouted out from beside Maverick and he whipped his head up to look at them, spotting 'US NAVY' scrawled across the side of the helicopter.

"It's my fault that they're dead, Goose." Maverick whispered.

The RIO felt his heart splinter as he witnessed Maverick's breakdown. "It wasn't your fault, Mav," Goose sucked in a shaky breath as he approached his best friend, his eyes beginning to flood with uncontrollable tears. Maverick lost it. He turned around, his head falling against Goose's sopping wet chest with a thud, his hoarse, desperate breaths and silent cries were the only thing - other than the torrential rain - that echoed through the grave yard. Maverick flailed his trembling arms around Goose, his wobbly hands fisting the back of his RIO's uniform. "I know," Goose bit down harshly on his bottom lip, moustache twitching as he hopelessly tried to stay strong for his best friend. Goose was hurting too, he was also your best friend and he'd made many memories with you over the past year, but he knew how Maverick felt about you. He loved you, deeply. Truly. More than a friend, and you'd never know that because he never told you. The pilot had buried his feelings for you deep down inside him and drowned his sorrows in floods of women and one night stands; the courage to tell you never arriving.

"I loved them, Goose," Maverick cried out with agony, making Goose squeeze his eyes shut as thunder rumbled above them, the rain beginning to pelt down twice as hard now. "I loved Y/N..." He whispered, his silent sobs scraping against his sore, throbbing throat. "And I never told.." Maverick trailed off, another series of miserable whimpers and strangled sobs leaving his juddering chest.

"I think they knew, Mav." Goose replied quietly, his red, teary eyes falling to your shining headstone. The bubbles of rain dripped down the white stone, making it look like it was weeping. The moustached-RIO read the headstone silently to himself, the words stabbing his chest like a knife.

IN MEMORY OF

Y/N L/N

US NAVY

Y/B/D 1965 - JUNE 5 1986

Goose shook his head vigorously in a pathetic attempt to forget what he had just so clearly read, the reality of it all becoming too much for him. Amongst Maverick's wretched and broken-hearted cries, Goose gazed up to the sky, his eyes flinching at the drops of rain that fell into them. The clouds above were grey and depressing, almost fitting for such an event. Despite the morbid reason him and Maverick were standing where they were, you would have loved the weather. Rainstorms were your favourite. It was almost as if the Universe was waving you off, too.

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 masterlist (discontinued ☹️)

This was very sudden decision but I decided to hopefully commit and do this :) not all this may be top gun so there may be a few surprises :) I’d you would like to be tagged join my taglist! (Also days may change) the first day will be on October 6th and I will add to this list :D

1. Pet play-Bradly Bradshaw x reader (Gn!reader)

2. Bondage-iceman x fem!reader

3. Breeding-Bob x reader (fem/Afab)

4. Pegging-Matt Murdock x fem!reader

5. Aphrodisiac-bradley bradhsaw x reader (fem/Afab)

6. Biting/blood-Vampire!Jake x Vampire!Mav x gn!reader

7. Choking-Matt Murdock x fem!reader

8. Overstimulation-Maverick x reader

9. Mommy/daddy kink-Ethan hunt x reader

10. Camming-cam!girl reader x bradley x Jake

11. Praise-Jake x fem!reader

12. Holding-Matt Murdock x reader

13. Dry humping-Rooster x reader

14. Double penetration hangman x rooster x reader

15. Roleplay Chris knight x reader

16. Dumbifacation iceman x reader

17. Anal sex- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

18. Public play

19. Cock warming-Maverick x reader

20. Spanking

21. Oral sex

22. Period sex

23. Mask kink

24. Wax play

25. Knife play

26. Boot worship

27. Degradation

28. Thigh job

29. Vouyerism

30. Exhibitionism

31. Predator and prey

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #tobey!peter x reader #Peter Parker x reader #chris knight x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #top gun fanfic #top gun smut #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #ethan hunt x reader #Ethan hunt

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twistnet · 2 years

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kinktober masterlist — 2022

going to pin this for a while, so if you’re looking for the navigation ⇢ go here

“i think they should be absolutely terrified of you...”

welcome all to another year of kinktober! just like with the previous year, random names were drawn from my character list using the wheel of death and were matched with a prompt that fit that chosen character!

⋯ ✧ PROMPTS ; prompts were chosen from this [ post ] by @the-purity-pen ; these are pure smut, meaning 18+ only [ minors do not interact! ] — you can block #twistnet :: kinktober 2022 if you do not wish to see

⋯ ✧ EXPECTATIONS ; all works are 500-1000 words, with little to no plot -- just plain ole smut [ gn!readers, afab!readers + female!readers; will be listed in warnings + tags ]

⋯ ✧ NOTICES ; things to keep in mind

all kinks, pairings + readers were chosen by me; based entirely off what i felt comfortable writing. if anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, i strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

this post will serve as the masterlist for the event + days will be updated with links upon posting

day one. 69 — pete mitchell x fem!reader

day two. floor sex — stella kidd x afab!reader

day three. glove kink — dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x fem!reader

day four. missionary — jim street x gn!reader

day five. leather // latex — jill valentine x fem!reader

day six. cockwarming — matt murdock x gn!reader

day seven. costumes — robin buckley x fem!reader

day eight. voice kink — druig x gn!reader

day nine. double penetration — cobb vanth x din djarin x fem!reader

day ten. creampie — bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x gn!reader

day eleven. erotic photos — abby anderson x fem!reader

day twelve. exhibitionism // voyuerism — steve harrington x fem!reader + eddie munson

day thirteen. face-sitting // fucking — kim burgess x afab!reader

day fourteen. love bites // markings — dani powell x fem!reader

day fifteen. overstimulation — jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

day sixteen. bath // shower sex — vi x fem!reader

day seventeen. pegging — scott lang x afab!reader

day eighteen. lingerie — nancy wheeler x fem!reader

day nineteen. masturbation — alexei smirnoff x afab!reader

day twenty. mirror sex — tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

day twenty-one. praise kink — robert ‘bob’ floyd x fem!reader

day twenty-two. phone sex — javier peña x female!reader

day twenty-three. orgasm denial — leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe x gn!reader

day twenty-four. outdoor sex — ellie williams x fem!reader

day twenty-five. sex pollen — stephen strange x gn!reader

day twenty-six. wax play — nora fowler x afab!reader

day twenty-seven. sensory deprivation — fennec shand x fem!reader

day twenty-eight. strap-ons — chris alonso x afab!reader

day twenty-nine. body worship — natasha ‘pheonix’ trace x fem!reader

day thirty. temperature play — robbie reyes x gn!reader

day thirty-one. wild card — robert hicks x afab!reader

thank you and please enjoy!

~ love twisty

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sketchy-rosewitch · 10 months

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Take a Break: Bobby Cobb x afab!gn!reader.

Warnings: sprinkle of angst, eating out, fingering, PinV. (Lemme know if I missed anything)

A/N: Yes I made Bobby give you a Top Gun nickname.

Taggies: @blurrymango @bosinclairz @ninakuli

A small sigh escapes your lips as you stare at your computer screen. You were so close to finishing your essay but your brain was absolutely fried.

You groan and put your face in your hands, rubbing it to stop your eyes from hurting.

Just one more paragraph and tomorrow you could edit it and send it off. Bobby would be home in a half hour you could do it.

“Iceman, I’m home!”

Never mind.

Bobby comes in with his golf bag and pizza. He sets the pizza on the table and looks at you.

“You’re still workin’ on that thing?”

“Yes.. I’m almost done though. Just go head and eat I’ll be there in a minute.” You shoo him away so you can continue working. He goes into the garage to put his golf bag away then comes back.

“Take a break. Let’s go shower together.” Bobby comes around you and kisses your head. You shake him off of you.

“No, not right now. I really am almost done. Just, go do it without me.” You sigh, the words in the screen no longer compute in your mind. Neither have the words Bobby spoke to you. Bobby furrows his brows. Hurt swirls in his chest for a second.

“No.”

You look up at Bobby, he takes this moment and grabs your laptop, shutting it and holding it out of arm’s reach. “Bobby give it back.” You huff. “I need to work on it so I can edit it tomorrow!”

“I said no. You’ve been workin’ on it all week. You need a break!” Bobby pouts. You roll your eyes.

“I don’t have time for you acting like a child, Robert.” You pull out your phone to look at your draft. Bobby is quick to snatch that too.

“You know I don’t like you using my actual name.”

“You know I don’t like getting my stuff taken from me.”

“Well maybe you wouldn’t if you didn’t push yourself too far. You’ve been at this essay for days. We haven’t eaten together and you’ve slept downstairs. The paper isn’t even due until Friday! I just want some time with you. Give that brain of yours a break.” Bobby’s eyes are glossed over as you look at him. Your body feels tense and you want to cry.

You really had been neglecting him and yourself for the last few days haven’t you? Not eating dinner, staying up late, sleeping in the couch.

You give a slow nod. “Okay… you’re right. Sorry..”

Bobby kisses your head again and sets your laptop and phone on the counter. He grabs two paper plates and puts pizza on them and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence. Once Bobby knows you’re done he grabs you and practically drags you up the stairs. He turns on the shower and starts to undress you, kissing your neck gently.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He mumbles, fingers running up and down your body, practically feeling every inch of you.

“I’ve missed you too.” You watch as he undresses himself and kiss his lips softly. “I’m sorry, it’s just- this is my last class before the semester is over. I just want it to end good.”

“It’s okay, you do what you gotta do. But you can’t forget to take care of yourself every once and awhile.” Bobby’s hands take yours and the two of you step into the shower. “I don’t want you to think I had you stop just cause we hadn’t been talkin’ as much. I’m just scared you’ll get all tired and stuff and not even finish your essay.”

Water hits your skin softly as Bobby kisses your neck. “I just know you’ll feel a lot better if you take tonight off, finish up tomorrow, and then you’ll be done.” He mumbles yet you hear every word. Bobby wets his hair and you grab shampoo scrubbing it into his hair. He hums and kisses you deeply before grabbing yours and doing the same.

Bobby’s hands are all over you, touching, scrubbing, massaging, grabbing. He leaves small marks on you causing soft noises to come from your lips and for Bobby to begin getting hard yet somehow he seems to be ignoring it.

The two of you stay under the water until it gets cold, you turn it off, getting out you wrap a towel around yourself and your boyfriend. Bobby pulls some bottles out and puts your hair products into his hands. “Come on Iceman.” Bobby smiles, you face towards him and he massages the products throughout your hair. Your body reacts by leaning into his touch. He his hands are delicate yet firm making sure everything is thoroughly in your hair. Afterwards he pulls out the hairdryer and spends time drying it.

It isn’t perfect but it’s the thought that counts. Your boyfriend then starts to kiss you again, this time more roughly. “God your lips are so soft Ice.” You roll your hips into him and he smiles backing you into your room and onto your bed.

Your towel easily comes off of you. Chills run up your spine as you watch Bobby kiss down your body, he stops at your cunt looking blissed out at you. “I need you to turn that brain of yours off for me.” He says.

“W-what?”

“You’ve been thinkin’ too hard. Relax, Lemme take care of things for a bit.” He smiles genuinely up at you.

You let out a content, “Okay.” And he starts to kiss the lips of your cunt before licking between the folds. You let out a small yelp and grab onto the sheets. He grabs your thighs and switches between sucking and licking your clit. His spit mixing with your wetness.

“Fuck! God please don’t stop baby. Please.” You push down and feel as one of his hands let go. You feel your hole stretch and moan louder rolling into his face. His mouth makes wet and sloppy noises with you. Your stomach clenches near the bottom.

“Please. Oh god!” You moan again, voice cracking and turning into broken squeals as he continues to finger fuck into you and lick at your clit. The knot in your stomach quickly builds up.

“Fuck, fuck, please please gonna cum.” You writhe. You swear it’s impossible but his tongue speeds up, tipping you over the edge. A single year rolls down your face as you arch your back, your legs shake. You let out a squeal as your vision goes blurry. Bobby lets you ride out your high on his face. He holds you down, telling you he’s in control right now yet you still attempt to curl up in a ball, your body feeling overwhelmed.

“S’okay baby. Doin’ so good.” Bobby mumbles, he kisses up your sweaty stomach and chest, all the way up to your face. You let out a soft whine as he gently kisses you all over your face and then your lips. “You wanna go again?” Bobby’s voice sounds gruff and gravely. You could lose your mind to it honestly.

Desperate for more and to finally shut your brain down for the night you nod your head. He gives you a pretty smile, you feel his hardness against your cunt and bite your lip. One thrust and he’s sliding easily into your slick hole. He grunts and you moan. “So tight, you feel so good.” Already he’s humping into you, not letting you properly adjust. You don’t care though, he feels good, he stretches your hole out rapidly. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck I love your hole.” He moans.

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. Bobby kisses and moans into yours, he licks your jaw and bites your ear. “You’re so good. You feel good? God you’re so tight. I love fucking your cunt. Fuck.”

He sloppily kisses you, rutting into your cunt more and more. The knot comes back, tightening more and more as he fucks against your cervix. “So good, you’re a good hole.”

Your cunt tightens around him at that. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said as he feel him thrusts getting shorter and faster. You moan and roll your hips into him. “You like it? God I hope you do.” He grunts. You nod kissing him on the lips. “I love you. Wanna make you feel so good all the time.”

“I- I. Ah! I love you. Cum, gonna-“

Bobby cites you off. “Please please cum around my cock!” Come on baby!” He groans and grunts louder and louder. The knot breaks and your eyes roll back turning your vision hazy and white. Bobby fucks you through your orgasm feeling as you sweat and shake around him. Your cunt spasms and Bobby pulls out jerking himself off until his cums all over your stomach, thrusting into his hand repeatedly. You watch him in your dazed state as he calms down and kicks up his cum.

When he’s done, you make grabby hands and he grabs your cuddling into you. “You feel better? Do you feel relaxed?” Bobby asks, his tone is genuine. Not ready to talk yet you just nod and trace patterns on his chest. He lifts your chin and kisses you sweetly. “Good. Thank you for letting me take care of you.” His nose nuzzles into yours. “I love you so much.”

You feel his hands rubbing your back. You close your eyes and kiss him. He knows you love him too.

The two of you stay in bed together the rest of the night. He talks about his day and you listen. Your mind staying completely off the essay.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Expectations

Plot: Y/n, pressured to do better by their over-demanding father, overworks themselves, something Tom will not allow to continue.

Request: pls i need some angst to fluff of iceman x pilot!reader, preferably with some sort of argument about one of the two spending too much time on work and overworking themselves, and the other worrying for their health. Requested By: @perseus-666

Pairing: Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x GN!Reader - established relationship *Readers Call Sign is Nike (Mythology, not the brand lol)

Warnings: Mentions of physical and mental exhaustion.

Words: 909 - short but sweet

Tom's eyes scanned the room as disappointment slowly filled his chest. He couldn't find you anywhere. You hadn't shown up at lunch, and you barely stayed for breakfast. During class you seemed so caught up in watch the instructors were teaching you had barely spoke a work to each other.

Hearing footsteps, he turned to see Hollywood walking past. "Hey Hollywood, you seen Y/n?"

Hollywood looked back at him and smiled a bit "Nike scheduled another training course."

"Another? They've already done two."

Slider shrugged "I know, but I saw them before they got into the jet, they looked determined to go up again."

"When did they go up?"

"About ten minutes ago, they'll probably be done any minute now."

Tom nodded in thanks as he left. He thought of how you had been acting recently, he frowned to himself. You had been doing more training courses than any other student in the last week, and taking less breaks. He had barely seen you eat anything, your smile was less bright, and your laugh quieter than normal.

He had noticed this change ever since you came back from a visit with your father. He knew your father was an Admiral, highly decorated, so he knew he expected a lot from you, what had he said that made you start working so much harder? You were already doing so much better than most. What else did he expect?

Tom only worried more when you didn't show up for dinner. He went to your room but you weren't there. And he didn't see you until later in the evening when he came to your room to find you again. All the others had gone out for the evening, and you of course, had stayed behind.

Knocking twice, he held his breath as he waited for your voice from the other side. Hearing you softly call out, he let out a small breath of relief before walking in. Seeing you sitting on your bed, he immediately felt his chest tighten. You looked exhausted, and you were still in your uniform.

You smiled at him as you set down your notebook, but your smile faded when you saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head softly as he looked you over "You." You frowned in confusion and he continued "You look exhausted Y/n, what are you doing to yourself?"

He saw your face change rapidly from realization, to dejection, to anger before you shook your head softly as you stood up, throwing your notebook on your desk. "I'm fine."

He scoffed a little "Clearly not, you look like you haven't slept in days, and what is this about you doing more training courses?"

"What I'm not allowed to?"

"I didn't say that, but Jesus Y/n, you're gonna kill yourself, have you even eaten today?"

"I'm not a child Tom, don't treat me like one." You spat.

Tom let out a bewildered sigh as he turned away from you momentarily, rubbing the back of his neck. Turning towards you again he took in a deep breath "I'm not trying to treat you like a child Y/n. I'm worried, you're gonna overwork yourself to the point of no return."

He saw your face fall as you looked down at your feet "You don't get it." You met his eyes and he felt his heart twist, seeing your eyes growing misty "You don't have to over work yourself, because you are already the best. Your expectations are your own, you don't have to deal with the condescending lectures and the constant 'you could do better' from your father. You don't know what it's like to be looked at like you aren't enough." Letting out a shaky sigh you sat back down on your bed.

Tom watched you in silence for a moment before he walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.

He met your eyes and shook his head softly "I'm sorry." He whispered. Reaching up, he gently wiped his thumb under your eye, wiping away a tear that had begun to fall. "You're right, I don't have to deal with any of that. But Y/n, I'm jut worried about you. I hate seeing you like this. Taring yourself apart for someone who will never appreciate you for who you are. You are in Top Gun for a reason, you are better than most at what you do. He should be proud of you, like I am. You don't have to prove anything to anyone, even him. You are more than enough. He's the one who should do better."

You smiled softly at him as you let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, you didn't deserve that. You were right I am exhausted, and hungry." You let out a soft chuckle.

Wrapping his hand around yours he brought it to his face and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. "Then how about this. I go get some food, bring it back here, and we eat together. We relax, talk, anything but work. And then you get some sleep. No arguments."

You smiled at him and nodded your head "I think I can do that."

He smiled "Good." As he began to stand up, he quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Don't you dare open up that notebook while I'm gone."

You giggled softly "Yes Sir."

xx End xx

Sorry it's so short but I didn't have much for this lol

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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i'll be home for christmas

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

Christmas.

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

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

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

Knock, knock.

Your eyes peeled open.

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

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

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Obviously not.

Whoever it was wasn't about to leave.

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

"Can I help—"

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

"Tom?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you," you said.

"I love you, too."

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thatsrightice · 4 months

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Olie, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the information you’ve provided me, you’re really the Master (gn) of all things F-14!

I’m using the information you provided me for a Tom Kazansky x reader fic, and I know that’s not your thing, but I just wanted to thank you and let you know that you’re going to, if you’re willing, to be tagged in my story as a contributor, but just know you don’t have to read it, I just want you to get the credit you deserve.

Thank you so much, again!

I would be honored to be tagged as a contributor! And I will definitely be sure to read it!!! I’ve been having a severe lack of iceman content as of late and I’m excited!

I am so incredibly glad that you love all of the F-14 content, it really genuinely means a lot to me. To know that my passion for airplanes is enjoyed and appreciated by people makes me soooo freakin happy and incredibly appreciated!!! It’s messages and people like you who share my enthusiasm that make it all work it.

As a show of my appreciation, have this very cool picture of a F-14 Tomcat I found in public online archives of an F-14 pilot conducting pre-flight checks

#definitely motivating me to finish the next chapter of my fic #but not until tomorrow cause✨ adhd✨#def dedicating this next chapter to you for always making my day ❤️❤️❤️#ask #mutuals #love my mutuals

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" Ease Your Mind?"|DILFTOBER WEEK 1

lost? main masterlist. / dilftober masterlist. / SB masterlist.

a/n: enjoy >:3 i had a bit of fun with this ghehehe... uhm nanami next week! this is also available on A03!

pairing: Iceman X Bartender!GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (if you are a minor, you will be blocked), proof-read but there still might be mistakes because im dumb- desc: a familiar face shows up at the bar that you work at. you and him have some history ;) considering how long you've both known each other ~~ kink(s) this week: size kink + food play key (because he is italian in my head): vieni a sederti - "come and sit"

It was a rather slow night at the bar, you had nothing particular on your mind as you cleaned up glasses from the previous shift’s regulars. You were the last bartender of the night, and you were going to work until close. While cleaning glasses, you had asked yourself if you should just close up for the night, but you knew that there were at least one or two people who had wanted to come in for a drink before going home for the night, and so you quickly voided that thought. Eventually, you heard the bell from the entrance open, someone shift off their coat, and footsteps trail down the stairs.

“ Evening…,” you greeted as you finished cleaning up the last glass that was in your hand. You placed it down, placing a hand towel on your apron pocket. Turning around, you recognized a familiar face,” Oh, Iceman.”

“ Hey,” he lifted a hand, taking a seat at the bar and taking a toothpick out of one of the open jars.

“ It’s nice to see you,” you commented, already corking open a bottle of wine and taking out a wine glass. What brings you here tonight?”

“ It’s been a long day,” Iceman let out a hardy sigh, placing his hand on his cheek,” I just wanted something to ease my mind.”

“ Ease your mind…?” you slid over a glass of wine to him and corked the bottle once again, placing it on a shelf.

“ There was a blood bath,” he answered, tipping the wine glass from one side and watching the liquid follow,” Local gang war going on… and a mafioso from the port got involved in a drug circle. It’s been a mess since the boss found out.”

“ Your boss isn’t involved with drug rings?” you raised a brow.

Iceman simply shook his head, taking a small sip of the wine and rolling it around his tongue before swallowing it. “ Port Mafia’s involved with money laundering,” he answered,” I forget… I’m the only member of the Port Mafia that you know, is that right?”

You simply nodded, kicking up a stool from behind you, and sitting across from him, fiddling with a couple of clean glasses and stacking them neatly. You untied your apron, placing it on the edge of a counter.

He was right. You were never involved with the Port Mafia at all. You were just a simple bartender at a small bar with nothing going on. On occasion, you’d see a couple of shady figures, but Iceman was the first person you’d met who was an official member of the Port Mafia. You learned a bit about him… how he wasn’t actually from this country, eventually joined the Port Mafia, and was a part of this group with a couple of interesting characters from all over the world (and maybe even outside of Earth). He was rather straightforward about his past and current job, with only a hint of hesitation in his voice when he briefly mentioned his early life. You were always interested in what he had to say, and he was always glad to re-tell old stories.

Of course, over the few months of knowing him, he’d buy you a drink… perhaps exchange a kiss or a little bit more. Those nights… sometimes you’d both be a little tipsy, putting away all walls and giving into desires. You had to admit, he was quite talented with his hands and tongue. You were both unsure of what your relationship with each other truly was, but you were satisfied anyway. You felt relaxed in his presence, and him the same.

Iceman took another sip of his glass,” How about your day? Tell me about it.”

You perked up, eyes staring directly into his with a faint smile,” Eh…? It’s probably not that interesting.”

“ Still… tell me. I want to hear about it,” he insisted, moving his head to rest on top of his fist.

You felt a faint blush reach your face as you cleared your throat,” W-well… I woke up a little later than I usually did and headed over to a cafe to get some work done with my other job… Mm… before I knew it, it was already late afternoon, so I headed home and took a short nap… and now, I’m here.”

Iceman hummed, moving a hand to tussle his usual bedhead,” That sounds lovely if I were being honest.”

“ If I were being honest, it’s boring,” you frowned.

“ Better than the chaos going right now,” Iceman shrugged, finishing up his wine glass.

You noticed that he was almost done and walked over to go grab the bottle once more, to fill it up again. He noticed your actions and knocked on the wooden counter to get your attention.

“ Get yourself a glass too,” he spoke up.

You turned around with a small smirk before grabbing and pouring yourself a glass. You walked to his side, placing the bottle and your glass down, pouring him around round… You know you’d both be drinking together as the night carried on anyway. You were about to sit down until you realized that the record player was about to finish up its last song. Iceman watched as you walked over to the side, switching out the record with another one, letting the needle place itself down before walking back to him.

Iceman motioned two fingers towards himself and then pointed at the stool beside him,” Vieni a sederti.”

You nodded, walking over to his side, though instead of sitting on the stool, you propped yourself up on the counter aside him.

“ You still remember some Italian?,” he raised a brow.

You shrugged your shoulders, taking the wine glass in your hand,” Faintly… Just what you’ve said to me or told me.”

“ I’m surprised you haven’t tried to learn more,” Iceman moved to take off his gloves, eventually placing a hand on your thigh and gently caressing up and down,” One of the members in the support group I’m a part of… He’s a huge polyglot, and after finding out I could speak it, he wanted to learn right away.”

“ That’s awfully sweet of him,” you chuckled slightly, taking a sip of your wine.

“ I think it’s really just because of his line of work,” Iceman followed you, taking a sip as well.

“ What does he do?”

“ Communications… Foreign exchanges and affairs,” Iceman waved his hand in the air,” Things like that… oh, and he’s an actor as well.”

“ That’s peculiar, and actor in the Mafia, huh? Is he famous?” you scoffed, scooting a little closer to him. He continued to touch your thigh.

“… yes and awfully so, if I must add.”

“ Shall I make a guess as to who it is then?,” your eyes seemed to light up as you looked over at him with a big grin.

“ Go for it, I’ll even buy you another if you get it right in five tries.”

“ Five? How generous…”

“ Only because you’re cute.”

You held up five fingers with one hand as you tried to think to yourself. You spewed out two names, only to be met with a shake to the head. Iceman let out a rare smile that was usually never on his face… he enjoyed watching you like this.

“ Ah! I got it!,” you jumped up slightly, but were held down by his hand that was still on your thigh,” It might be a far take, but I’ll guess… Lippmann!”

“ Spot on,” Iceman nodded to himself,” Pour yourself another, sweetheart.”

“ Gladly,” you reached for the bottle,” That man is everywhere. I’m quite impressed the Port Mafia took him in.”

“ Things happen,” he shrugs,” I wasn’t supposed to either, but it just… happened.”

“ Well, it’s not like I’ll say anything. I wouldn’t want to get involved with the Port Mafia like that. Though… I don’t think I can really see all those movies with him all the same anymore.”

“ Likewise, but he’s not too bad of a coworker.”

…

Time seemed to go by like nothing, and it was getting pretty late. Yet the more that you both talked, the less you wanted to finish up for the night and go home. Then again, time to you stopped whenever you spoke to him… or maybe it was just the alcohol.

“ It’s getting late,” you sighed,” I think I should probably close up for the night.”

“ Come here,” Iceman placed his glass off to the side, motioning for you to move in front of him. You scooted over from your spot on the counter, now seated in front of him. You had our thighs together as he looked at you slightly hungry. He moved his hands to the sides of your thighs, moving up to your hips. He pulled you towards him, legs now on either side of him.

“ You’re a little handsy tonight,” you let out a dazed giggle,” You know, Iceman… you could’ve done this a lot earlier.”

“ I enjoyed our conversations…,” he answered with a slightly raspy voice,”… Didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

“ Hm… It has been a while hasn’t it,” you smirked, a hand moving to touch his cheek. His face felt warm, and there was a faint blush on his face. The same was on yours too… it was most likely from the alcohol. He closed his eyes at the contact, eventually reaching over to your hips and moving to slide his fingers under the waistband of your pants. You let out a faint whine as he teased you, taking his time and sliding your pants down. You complied, lifting your hips so he could take them off of you, leaving you in just your underwear.

His hands trailed up your now bare thighs, making you shiver. You were getting antsy, but you knew that he liked to take his time… so you tried to be patient with him. He looked over at his wine glass, seeing the remaining wine that was sitting at the bottom. He stood up from his spot on the stool and brought the glass up to your lips. You opened your mouth before he could tell you to drink, and he let the rest of the wine fall into your mouth.

“ Don’t swallow,” he commanded, wiping a small trail of wine that slipped out of your lips while placing the glass down. “ Mm… Good,” he praised before moving in to kiss you, placing his lips over yours. You paused for a second, not exactly knowing what to do, but that all seemed to go away as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, You let it happen, even when the wine seemed to spill out of your lips. Iceman let out a satisfied sigh as he tasted the alcohol on your tongue. You kissed him back, thought timidly at first. You had felt slightly embarrassed from the mess you’d made. You both continued to kiss, your saliva mixing with the wine that had been spilling out of your mouth. He drank that taste from your lips before pulling away.

“ Just wanted to try something,” he mumbled,” I liked it.”

“ I think I liked it too,” you hummed with a grin,” Maybe you should have some more.”

You reached over to your glass, and pushed him back, silently asking him to sit down. He followed with a huff, swiping the saliva that was falling from his lips.

You giggled to yourself before tipping the glass over your bare thighs. The wine spilled over them, as you placed the glass down on the side. Iceman quickly moved in to lick over your thighs, his tongue soaking up any that was left on you. You let out a small moan as he did so. His hot tongue went from licking to kissing, as he left easy kisses on your thighs, slowly trailing up towards your core. He looked up at you before placing his mouth over your underwear, kissing right at your core.

“ Hah… mmnn,” you let out a breath of air, slightly jolting at his warm mouth. His hands reached up to remove your underwear, sliding it off your hips and eventually onto the floor. He moved you close to his mouth, letting out a hot breath of air before licking a stripe up your core. He placed his mouth down, sucking gently.

“ F-feels good,” you said, placing a hand over your mouth as you moaned. Maybe it was the haze from the alcohol, or he was just that good, but you felt as though you were drowning in pleasure. Your body felt hot and soft to the touch, you could only shiver the more he touched you, even if his hands were just caressing your hips.

“ Does it?” he lifted his tongue more, making you jolt.

“ Ngh… ah!” you lifted your knees, and he supported you, pulling your core closer to him so that you were lying on your back, legs in the air. You were spread out, a moaning mess, your shirt was crooked and the blush on your cheeks was redder as you were still trying to catch your breath. You started to feel a warm sensation build up in your stomach, so much so that it was almost unbearable. He noticed how close you were and continued to work his tongue around you. You felt yourself twist and arch your back the more he dipped his hot and wet muscles around you. You were about to cum when you felt him pull away, his hand resting over your thigh to calm your small spasms from almost reaching your high. You let out a whine as he pulled away to fiddle with his belt.

You let out a huff, moved your head up, and propped yourself on your elbows. You watched as his cock sprung from his pants, and you felt a breath come out of you, as you looked at his length. It was big, both long and wide. You hesitated for a moment, feeling almost intimidated about how that was going to fit into you.

Iceman spit into his hand, wiping the saliva over your hole. You let out a whine as he shoved a finger into your hole, before pulling it out.

“ Sorry, I don’t have anything other than spit,” he apologized, leaning over you,” so just tell me if it hurts.”

You nodded, once again hesitantly as you felt him push the tip on. A loud yelp came out of you as he did so, your shoulders tensing up at the feeling. You let out gasps of air, before looking up at him and nodded. He hummed back, shoving more of his length into you.

“ Ahhh… fuck,” you moaned,” I feel so full.”

“ Yeah…? Am I filling you up?”

“ Mm..! Yes,” you twitched.

You had already started sucking his length into your walls, it was getting hard for you to relax as your entrance was only opening up little by little. He moved slowly to your hips, his length filling you up even more. You felt a small bump in your lower stomach at how big he was, and he placed a hand over the area, gently caressing it.

“ Fuck… Since when were you so big?” you chuckled, though still trying to adjust to the pain.

“ It’s been a while since we’ve done this, haven’t we…?,” Iceman softly grinned down at you, a hand moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“ Y-you can move now,” you let out another breath.

He responded with a groan, slowly pulling out of you before shoving himself back in. You let out another loud yelp as he did so, but let him continue as he thrust his hips into you. His tip started to hit your sweet spot, and you felt that same heat build up once again. He leaned over you, shoving himself deeper into you. You almost felt in bliss, so full and so warm…

The heat that built up was starting to become unbearable. It only got worse when his rough hand moved to touch your lower stomach, pushing down slightly into you.

“ Agh…! I’m gonna c-cum if you keep doing that,” you pouted, trying to pull his hand away (pathetically so) with your much weaker arm.

“ That’s the point, sweet thing,” he grinned, thrusting himself in once again. His cock was practically bullying your swollen flesh. You felt your walls start to become sore the more he thrust into you.

Your hand started to become limp as you tried your best not to cum yet, but embarrassingly so, you were already reaching your high. Your body twitched as you did so, and you let out a whine as you continued to cum.

“ Ah-hah…,” your dazed expression was showing as you were left in pleasure,” I- shit- sorry. I couldn’t hold it in that long.”

Iceman pulled out, letting out a soft sigh, before sitting back down on the stool,” Heh… It’s fine. Like I said, we haven’t done this in a while anyway.”

You weakly pulled yourself to sit up, almost falling over, but he happened to stop your fall, pulling you up by the arms. He reached his hand over to your face, moving your hair out of the way. You hummed at his soft gesture, enjoying his touch.

“ You alright?”

“ I think so,” you smiled. You felt slightly impulsive, moving your face down to meet his with a grin. He accepted, closing his eyes and letting you kiss him. He kissed back gently, pulling away and seeing the same red blush on your face. You felt a rush in your chest, though it was not the same feeling as the lust from earlier… it was a bit different. You both pulled away, slowly and you looked into his eyes nervously. He watched as you seemed to avoid his gaze the moment his eyes met yours.

He sighed, a small smile reaching the corner of his lips,” Let’s clean this up.”

“ Y-yeah…”

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