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icegirl03 · 1 year
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The morning after
Pairing: Jake"Hangman"Seresin x fem!reader
Summary: After the first night that you and Jake made love,this is how he decided to spend the morning after.
Warnings: mentions of sex,fluff,kissing,flashbacks.
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It was a Sunday morning,the bed felt very comfy and warm,and the sunlight was falling in your bed.
You open your eyes and it hits you: a very detailed flashback of the events that happened last night. You look to your side to find a sleeping Jake,peacefully breathing as his exposed chest was rising with every breath.
The very same man that had you screaming last night,who touched you everywhere,and whispered things in your ear,now looked as innocent as ever.
It was just you and your thoughts until you felt a strong arm around your waist pulling you into his chest. He gave you a warm smile.
"Good morning sweetie" his deep sleepy voice and his accent almost made you go for another round in that second.
"Good morning" you smile as you lay your head on his chest and he grabs your naked thigh and pulled it between his legs.
"Sweetie.." you look up at his eyes "...last night was..perfect. Thank you for last night. You feeling okay? You sore anywhere?"
He rubbed your inner thigh,worry in his eyes.
"No baby,I'm fine,I feel amazing,last night was..wow"
A deep chuckle left his throat as you felt his chest shake,his ego being fed at the compliment.
"You know now that I have you,I'm never letting you go right?" He smiled and raised his eyebrow.
You giggled "I have nothing against it Lieutenant"
You knew how much he loved it when you called him that.
With the arm that he had under you wrapped around your shoulder,he pushed away the hair from your face and leaned in for a long lazy sleepy kiss,much more gentle than last night. He hummed and gave your thigh a squeeze,earning a little moan against his mouth.
You stood there together in each others arms enjoying each others company,and whispering sweet nothings to each other,until one hour later Jake got up,the sheets falling from his body,leaving his as naked as his momma made him. A blush rose to your cheeks. He put on his boxers and a pair of grey sweatpants and gave you a wink.
"Let's put some food in your belly yeah? I'm gonna make pancakes,you lay here like the pretty princess you are and make my sheets smell like you until I'm done" he gave you one last kiss before leaving to the kitchen.
Your pilot didn't only know how to fly planes,he also knew how to cook. The rest of the day was spent in each others company, eating and showering together, and to join the dagger squad later to go for a few drinks,only to be teased from Rooster about the bruises on your neck.
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duchesstypewriter · 1 year
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Temporary Fix
PAIRING: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Mitchell!Pilot!Reader; Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Mitchell!Pilot!Reader.
SUMMARY: It's bad enough being the only female pilot in Top Gun, having a crush on your older brother's RIO doesn't help matters, but Iceman has a foolproof plan, even if you don't believe in his good intentions.
CHARACTERS: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (mentioned).
WORD COUNT: 1k
WARNINGS: Curse words.
A/N: This is so short and genuinely just an idea I had out of the blue because I love the fake relationship trope. I'm running between my practices in the surgical, medical, pediatric, and wound clinics + trying to balance my parasitology, immunology, and theoretical foundations of management classes so I don't have much time to develop this fun concept.
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“You gonna blow a hole in the ginger's head,” the sudden voice in your ear prompted you to turn your head sharply to meet a pair of bored blue eyes, your heart pumping just a little harder from the startle, but the beer bottle in your hand remained steady.
“What the fuck are you on about, Ice?” You asked slightly annoyed, knowing exactly what he was talking about, but resisting the temptation to turn your gaze back to the previous scene, the last thing you wanted was to prove Tom Kazansky right.
“About baby Maverick giving heart eyes to her brother's RIO,” Iceman replied with a mocking smile that made you want to punch him to take it out of his face, taking a deep breath to resist the temptation of getting suspended for so little. “Really, I thought you were less cliché than that, but I'm beginning to think you live up to your callsign, Grimaldi.”
Grimaldi. The callsign you earned for your love of the beauty, sadness, love, and glamour of old Hollywood, especially Grace Kelly, and when your older brother opened his mouth too wide to let it slip that as a child you claimed you too would be a Princess of Monaco, it didn't take long for the joke to spread through the Naval Academy and become your callsign, clearly you hadn't achieved your childhood dream, or you wouldn't be putting up with Tom.
“Kazansky, I would appreciate it if you would just go suck my brother's cock and leave me alone,” you retorted non-patiently, turning to look at Goose who was sharing a loud laugh with that redheaded woman.
“I love it when you bite back,” you didn't have to bat an eye to know that the pilot had an insufferable grin on his features. “So, when are you finally admitting that you wanna be Mother Goose?”
You could even laugh at the stupid joke if your greatest desire wasn't to cry because yes, you had a stupid crush on your brother's best friend, such a teenage cliché that even John Hughes would roll his eyes at you. But what could you do when he was just so sweet and funny and hot?
But it didn't seem like the feelings were reciprocated. Not when Nick was always around so many stunning women he took home with him every night, and you were just the girl he messed up the hair as he walked down the hall.
“I can help you,” Tom's suggestion made you turn to him with an arched eyebrow in disbelief, but the man kept drinking his beer without any concern.
“I doubt it, Kazansky,” you gave a tight smile, rolling your eyes before you even knew what was coming, probably some barbarity. “Besides, I don't need your help.”
“Yeah, because staring at Goose from ten feet away and sighing like my twelve-year-old niece is doing wonders,” Iceman returned the wry smile, and you wanted to kick him in the balls.
“And I wonder how you would help me?” You questioned, crossing your arms in front of your chest and putting on a sneering expression.
“We could pretend we're dating,” the words rolled off the man's pink lips so naturally that you wondered if you had actually heard it, but the way his blue eyes burned you was proof enough that yes, he had suggested it.
“That's ridiculous,” you spoke in incredulity as your initial shock subsided. “Honestly, I would imagine Slider having such an idea, not you, Ice.”
A laugh escaped your lips, but Tom didn't seem disturbed by your judgment, he rarely did, “You know it's the only way to get Goose to see you as anything more than Maverick's little sister,” ouch, okay, that one hurt. “Besides, there's this silly bet of when you're going to confess to each other and I certainly don't wanna lose fifty bucks to those drunks.”
“First, I'm disgusted that you bastards are betting on my love life, but it's not a big secret, you're too dumb to hide anything. Which isn't a big surprise since all the fancy hair gel seems to have melted your neurons long ago,” you spoke bitterly, not sparing the venom in your words. “And I wouldn't take you for a cuckold, Kazansky.”
He closed his blue eyes slowly, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, granting you that one, and you took the opportunity to continue, “And what would you really get out of it? It's not like you're a generous soul.”
“You wound me,” Iceman placed one of his hands on his chest emotionlessly. “And besides not losing the bet? Pissing off Maverick makes me happy enough, baby Mitchell.”
“You're obsessed with my brother,” you muttered, prompting the other man to shake his head in disdain. “And who says they'll believe we're together? I'm too good for you, Kazansky.”
“Grimaldi, they're as aware as doors,” yes, that you would have to give. “And we don't need to start dating right away, we can start going out and getting to know each other, it will drive him insane, besides, technically no one can interfere with the outcome of the bet, and I don't want the idiots to notice.”
You let Tom's words settle, though they caused a churn in the pit of your stomach, not so comfortable with the childish idea of pretending to be with someone else to gain Goose's attention — but as you turned your gaze back to where the RIO was looking at you, his attention no longer focused on the woman playing with the buttons of his khaki shirt, you couldn't control the pettiness inside of you, “Fine, but I'll take fifty percent of whatever you win on the bet.”
The wide smile that spread across Iceman's face was like that of a child on Christmas Day, but the mischief could only belong to a naval aviator, and he reached for your hand to leave a kiss on your knuckles, locking gaze with you and the RIO watching from afar, “Twenty-five percent and that's all there's to it, princess.”
And so he left you astonished, turning to go back to his friends who were unaware of what had just happened, moving through the crowd with an ease as if he belonged to it — you were in for a ride.
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hotgirlmav · 1 year
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Risky Business — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader
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Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Female!Reader (18+)
Description: After being promoted to admiral, Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky has little to no time to do anything but work. Constantly stressed out and exhausted, you decide to give your husband something to cheer him up at work. Being afraid of being caught at any time but needing it more than ever, who is he to say no?
Warnings: Descriptive oral sex (m!receiving), explicit language, allusions to smut, slight exhibitionism, risk of getting caught, allusions to oral sex (f!receiving), MAVERICK CAMEO, reader trying Iceman, Iceman trying not to have a heart attack.
Word Count: 3,638.
A/N: Tom Cruise reference in the name because that man is attached to me by the HIP. ALSOOOO, this is my first time writing proper smut, so excuse anything that may seem shitty! Love youuuu!!! <3
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Hearing the clearance to enter the office, you turned the doorknob with your free hand and slipped your way in, closing the door behind you with your foot.
“Is this part of your promotion? Forgetting your lunch almost everyday?” You teased your husband in a light tone, setting the articulately packaged containers on the corner of his desk.
Iceman, seconds away from drowning in the paperwork that cluttered his hardwood desk, forced a small grin on his face as a response to the remark that he was already forgetting. Though he was already two months into his promotion, each and every passing second carried a heavier workload than the last. He was always a man who was taken incredibly seriously, but at that moment in time, he was trying his damnedest to prove himself to be more.
After his promotion, Iceman felt as though the playful part of his youth no longer existed. Doing so much as referring to himself as his callsign made him feel as though he was disrespecting his new rank. From that moment on, he was Admiral Kazansky. He felt as though he desperately had to prove himself to both his inferiors and superiors, and in doing so, every second of his free time was lost.
Unfortunately, you were reaping the consequences of such a thing.
Each and every morning, he was gone before your eyes would even open. His vacant spot would no longer hold the inviting warmth that he had, thus proving just how long he had been gone. On a good night, he would come home around an hour later than he usually would. On his worst nights, he would come home while you were getting ready for bed. You initially wanted to be angry and berate him for such a thing, but something kept you from doing so. Your fury was defeated by the dark circles forming under his eyes, the exhaustion in his sultry, smooth voice, and the way his eyelids refused to stay up the second he sat down. Several nights in a row, you would find him fast asleep in his beloved chair in the living room with the television still on. The third time around, the laces on his boots were still tied as perfectly as they were when he left. The sight of it completely broke your heart.
Ever since then, you had been continuously begging the man to slow down. You begged him to breathe, to relax, to just— be. Of course, that was to absolutely no prevail. You knew your husband, and you knew he had to be the best at what he did. He would stop at nothing if it meant he was as respected as an admiral should be, but more importantly, he would make sure to deserve such respect.
Seeing the man you love adorned in stress was nothing short of horrible, yes, but fuck.
If that was not the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your entire life, you had no idea what was. Even at the current moment, you could not stop yourself from gawking. Scanning his face with your eyes for what must have been the millionth time, your heart began to race like it was the first.
The creases that formed as a result of his furrowed eyebrows caused you to tilt your head, completely disregarding the fact that you were outwardly admiring him. Your fingers longed to smooth them out for him, just as you always did. Such an action was typically followed by him letting his eyelids fall shut as the tension in his body smoothly dissolved. Ironically enough, Iceman would melt.
Your mouth watered in a way you could not even prevent if you tried; such an action completely went over his head. His look of concentration only intensified as he wrote. Your head was completely spinning in circles for the brief moment that your eyes were locked on your husband, but it was still long enough for you to figure out just what you wanted to do.
On nights when he would come home on time, you watched the man slowly rid himself of the uniform he wore to his demanding job, but he could never rid himself of the stress that came with it. His body was constantly adorned with it. He wore the agonizing repercussions of a man in his position like the most honorable badge, and quite frankly, you had enough of it.
Not for you, but for him.
Small, calculated steps were taken on your behalf; his concentrated stare was still fixated on the documents before him. You heard the soles of your shoes hit the ground beneath you in a way that felt crushing, but to him, it was just white noise.
Finally, standing behind him, your hands found their way to his shoulders. Even from the slightest touch, Iceman was already letting out a low, quiet exhale of relief. You could feel the tension in his muscles slowly decreasing as you pushed the tips of your fingers further into them, beginning to move them in a circular motion.
It took everything in the man not to completely drop his pen. Iceman’s eyelids dropped the exact way you knew they would, his head falling forward for a moment. One of your hands continued to work as the other stopped for a moment, his hand finding it the second it did. He held your hand in his right one on one of his shoulders and turned his head to face it, his excruciatingly soft lips pressing a kiss to your knuckle.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” The words fell from his lips in a raspy way, his voice cutting through the slightly chilly air like a hot knife through butter. You hoped that you could suppress the need to alleviate his stress, but after hearing the way you soothed him by just rubbing his shoulders, you couldn’t help but wonder what just a little more would do.
You rubbed circles into his shoulders in a way that you hoped would satisfy him. Each and every long, deep exhale that left his nostrils filled your pride in a way that even the most intricate compliment could not. Your heart began to both crack and melt as your mind shifted, causing you to begin to think about just how much the man deserved it. He had been physically and mentally torturing himself ever since he got promoted. The one minute you had been rubbing his back was probably the only moment of pure solitude that he had been granted in the past month.
That was all the motivation you needed to both reward the man for his incredibly hard work and remind him that he did not need to take everything so seriously. There was much more to life than professional success, both good and bad. You wanted to take a moment to remind him of the good.
Your fingers halted after the thought finalized in your mind, but Iceman thought nothing of it. He just figured you were going to be right on your merry way, and he had to get back to work. He picked up his pen once more as your eyes scanned around the beautiful office, your eyes landing on a picture of the pair of you resting on his desk just a moment later.
The blinds on all of the windows looking into his office were shut. The front of his desk made it impossible for anyone to see what was underneath. The fact that he had quite a bit of legroom underneath the desk was enough of a push.
Without even thinking, you slightly pulled his chair back, such an action being made easy by the wheels at the bottom. His face twisted in confusion as he looked over to you, the pen still in his hand. Neither of you had time to think before you were dropping to your knees right in front of him, your hands immediately beginning to fumble with the belt on his uniform.
“Are you insane?” He whispered to you in a hushed tone, his face mirroring that of a deer in headlights. Despite his evident shock, his eyes only followed you as you continued to very slightly rid him of his pants. He made no attempt to stop you.
Noticing that fact, you met his eyes with your own, your eyebrows slightly raising. “Do you want me to stop?”
You knew he didn’t. He knew he didn’t. By asking that very simple, yet very significant question, though, the ball rolled right into your court. You obtained the power in that situation, as opposed to how roles were typically assigned in that manner. He was yours for the taking, and both of you were just fine with that.
Within seconds, he was exposed to you. If anyone were to stand in the doorway, all they would see is the upper half of one Admiral Kazansky, probably as cool and collected as ever. The expression on his face, however, showed something different.
His green eyes were full of bewilderment as your eyes landed on his already semi-hard length, your heart racing as if this wasn’t just the millionth time you were going to blow your husband. Regardless of such, this time was supposed to be special. You had a goal in mind, and you would stop at absolutely nothing to achieve it. Perhaps that was one of the many things you and Tom had in common.
Your eyes flickered upward to gaze at him, the certainty and sheer lust in your eyes perfectly contrasting with the shock in his. The second you wrapped your fingers around his length by the base of it and moved your hand upward just once, the pen fell from his grip. You wasted no time in adjusting your head slightly and wrapping your lips around the tip, your eyes searching for his as you did so.
Iceman furrowed his eyebrows just as he usually did, but it was very evidently not out of frustration. His plump lips parted slightly as he felt your tongue lick a stripe along the tip of his cock, and his larger hand found solace on the top of your head, resisting the urge to just fuck your throat then and there.
The fear of being caught infiltrated his blood like a virus, but absolutely nothing was going to make him pull away from you. Especially with the way the very tip of your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock so briefly, causing him to suppress the most obscene groan.
At that point, all bets were off. He knew what you were doing, and he knew it very well. If you wanted to relieve him of the stress he carried, he was going to allow you to do just that. As a matter of fact, he was going to help you.
Your lips were fully wrapped around his tip as both of his hands moved to push a bit of your hair out of your face, being sure to hold it all behind your head with just one of them. The second he did so, you knew to remove your hand from his base. You knew exactly what he wanted to do, and you were going to let him.
Once your hand moved, Iceman wasted no time in bucking his hips upward, only part of his length fully filling your mouth and threatening to go down your throat. Due to being slightly caught by surprise, you let out the sound of a small gag against it, but still got ahold of yourself quite quickly. The sound only fueled the man much more.
“Try to be quiet, sweetheart.” His low voice filled your ears in a way that caused a small fire to burn in the pit of your stomach, his eyes essentially blazing into yours. “You wouldn’t want us to get caught, would you?”
You knew exactly what to do. Normally, you would respond with noises, but you wanted to toy with him just as much as he was toying with you.
Your hand found its way back to the base of his length as you slowly lifted your mouth off of it, using your hand to lightly and teasingly stroke it as you maintained a calm expression.
“No, Admiral.” You spoke just above a whisper, your lips curling into a shit-eating grin as you watched the darkest lust flash through his eyes. You took the tip in your mouth once more, and instead of beginning to bob your head, you let him do what you knew he wanted.
Your hands gripped the back of his calves as he held your hair in one hand, the other now resting below your jaw. In a way, it was helping you. He held your head in place as he clenched his jaw as tightly as he could, showing no mercy once he thrusted up into your mouth.
Even after years of experience, it still took you a minute to adjust to taking his length. To say that he was big was an understatement. It was more than understandable to know why his ego was the way it was.
You felt inches of him threaten to go deeper and deeper down your throat with each and every thrust, causing muffled gags to be released against his cock each and every time. The vibration he felt from the sound caused him to clear his throat, a vein now making an appearance on his neck.
Just when almost all of him was in your mouth and down your throat, you both heard a slight knock at the door. Immediately, you both froze.
Iceman’s eyes widened as he completely let go of you, but you were too afraid to move.
“Just a minute!” He wasted no time in calling out, frantically looking around his office. He suddenly motioned for you to scoot back underneath his desk, which you wasted no time in pulling back from his erection and doing so.
“Ice, it’s me.” You could hear the voice of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell say through the door. From your position, you could practically hear your husband rolling his eyes. He pushed his chair inward slightly so as to make it seem he was sitting normally, but still in a way that wouldn’t hit you under the desk.
Getting caught was one thing, but by Maverick? Absolutely not. No fucking way, absolutely not.
After the both of you got settled, Iceman cleared his throat. “Come in.”
The second Maverick came in, your heart stopped. You knew their usual way of greeting one another was by embracing each other in a warm, yet brief hug. Seeing as Iceman’s pants were pulled down to the middle of his thighs, that would not be the best thing.
Luckily, Maverick only sighed and closed the door when he came in, taking a seat in one of the chairs right in front of the desk.
“What do you need, Mav?” Iceman tried to ask as normally as he could. His poker face was absolutely perfect, but he felt like the man in front of him could see right through him.
As Maverick began to inform your husband of the fact that he pissed off another superior, you could feel the tension in his body rising.
“This is the second time this month, Pete. I just got this damn position, and the most progress I’ve made is making sure you don’t get grounded.” Iceman stated in obvious annoyance as his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back in his seat. It was almost as if he forgot you were there.
“I know, I know.” Maverick sighed out in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t thank you enough.”
As Maverick continued giving his explanation, a lightbulb went off over your pretty little head. With a small smirk on your face, your hand slowly found its way back to his length. He was still just as hard. If anything, the lack of attention given to his cock was almost making it throb. Immediately, you took the tip back into your mouth.
The very second he felt the contact, Iceman cleared his throat and sat right back up, clenching his jaw.
“You okay, Ice?” Maverick asked in pure confusion as his eyebrows furrowed, staring at the man in front of him, who seemed to be in some sort of pain.
Iceman cleared his throat once more and nodded his head once, trying his best to maintain eye contact as he blinked twice. “Muscle cramp. Please continue.”
Hearing the quick and polite save almost made you giggle, but you still wanted to toy with him. You wasted no time in slightly stroking the bottom half as you began to teasingly bob your head up and down, doing so as silently as you possibly could.
The way his boot would shift every few seconds as a way for him to release some form of reaction kept you going. Once you went down a bit further as a way of testing your own limits, you couldn’t help the small gag that came along with it. Your blood ran cold once you did it, but not even a full second after you did, Iceman let out quite a loud cough.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Pete asked in the middle of his own explanation, confusion more evident on his face than before.
Iceman nodded in response as he gripped your hair underneath the desk, causing you to widen your eyes slightly. The way it caught you off guard piqued your interest.
“Lot of dust in here.” He instantly excused himself.
After a few moments, Maverick was being lectured by the man in front of you, but both you and Maverick knew he would just end it by saying he would help him out. Low and behold, he did.
The second Maverick left his office and closed the door behind him, Iceman pushed his chair back from his desk and glared down at you. All of the rage in his eyes was completely lustful, and his remaining grip on your hair was still thrilling you to no end.
“You’re fucking insane.” He lowly spat under his breath, causing you to fight the urge to just smile at him. “What would have happened if he figured that out? Do you know how fucking bad that would have been?”
His tone was serious, but the look in his eyes said so much more. He parted your lips with his thumb and wasted no time in pushing it into your mouth, completely taking you by surprise. Within a matter of a second, though, you began to slightly run your tongue along his skin. You bobbed your head back and forth in a way that made him feel like you were just sticking your middle finger up at him.
“Fine.” He sharply stated below his own breath, retracting his finger from your mouth and using that hand to grip your jaw. Your mouth was still wide open and your eyes slightly widened in surprise.
“If you want to act like such a dirty little slut, show me what a dirty little slut you are.” He spat his beautifully venomous words at you, just before he aligned the tip of his length with your lips. Without a bit of a warning, he pushed it into your mouth.
You found your position as if it were as easy and natural as riding a bike. He sat back in his chair as he began to bob your head up and down by your jaw and your hair, causing you to quietly gag almost each and every time. For him, you didn’t care. You would have sawed your jaw clean off if he told you to.
His breathing became lighter the faster he did so. After a moment, he stopped so as not to cause any sort of serious strain to your neck, deciding that thrusting upward would be easier for the both of you.
Once he did so, the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat almost every second. You only held your mouth open as widely as you could, taking the shortness in his breathing as a sign that he was close.
“Fuck—” You heard the beautiful word carefully slip under his breath, causing you to brace yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his load begin to fill your mouth, just knowing the way you were sending him over the edge as you began to swallow.
After a moment of the man trying his best to suppress the groans he wanted to let out as a result of him finishing, he lowly panted under his breath. You lifted your head and shamelessly wiped the side of your mouth, happily standing to your feet once he began to fix his uniform.
“You’re welcome.” You hummed to your husband in such a casual manner, pressing the softest peck to his lips before you turned to your things.
As you gathered your belongings and hooked your purse over your shoulder, you felt a cold hand slightly grip your wrist, causing you to turn back to him.
“Where are you going?” He asked in what seemed to be complete confusion, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and let out a small giggle.
“Home…?” You spoke in a way that came off as more of a question than a statement. The words that he spoke next made you both almost completely implode, and mentally pat yourself on the back for deciding to do what you did.
“No, no way.” He laughed out, shaking his head in disapproval before he stood from his seat, his eyes locking with yours as he did so.
“It’s your turn.”
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topguncortez · 7 months
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Ice comforting gooses sister after his death. Maybe with a touch of people blaming him for the accident
- @topgun-imagines
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When We Were Young | | T. Kazansky
Masterlist | Iceman Masterlist
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synopsis: Tom Kazansky isn't a man who lives with many regrets. . . but this has to be one of them, and sadly, you get wrapped up right in it.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: character death, tears, depression, angst, probably grammar and spelling errors.
note: maybe possible blurb night?? I don't have to work tonight and I actually feel inspiration:) i also did just hit 5.3k:)))
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Ice felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
He knew what he did. He knew that he should’ve gotten out of there when Maverick told him. He knew that he didn’t have that shot lined up, but there was just something about Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell that got into his head and made him act reckless. And because of that, Iceman had to hold you up from crashing to the ground as you got the phone call from Carole that your brother was dead.
Ice knew that the two of you had an unbreakable bond. Your mother had passed when she gave birth to you, and your dad was in no shape to take care of you. So, it all fell onto Goose, who was just eight years old at the time. I’ve had always wished to have the type of brother-sister bond that you and Goose had. I’ve hated his siblings and wanted nothing to do with them.
Ice knew the moment that he watched Goose’s early ejection that he gone, but he didn’t have the heart to tell you. He wasn’t even sure if it would’ve been easier to hear it from him or not. Your knees had gone weak and sobs racked your body as you begged Carole to tell you that it wasn’t true. That somehow, someway the Navy had gotten it wrong. That they called and told the wrong Carole Bradshaw that the wrong Nicholas ‘Goose’ Bradshaw was dead.
When Ice decided he had enough of you sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen he floor, he walked over to you, and gently put a hand on your shoulder.
“Baby, you need to breathe,” Ice said, as he gently pulled the receiver from your hand. Carole had long since hung up and the dial tone “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”
He picked you up like you were nothing, carrying you with ease to your shared bed room for the time being. He changed you out of the clothes you were wearing, and slid on one of his Navy PT shirts, that was more of a dress than a shirt on you. He held you tightly against his chest, feeling the wetness from your eyes hit his skin. Ice ran circles up your back until the sobs faded to quiet whimpers.
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“They said it was quick.” Carole’s voice was barely above a whisper as you sat next to her in the day room of the barracks.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet, and she had invited you to come with her to gather Goose's things. Carole wasn't sure that she could keep up a brave face in front of Bradley by herself, but you weren't sure if you were going to be much help either. It had only been about three hours since you had your last cry sesh, and you were feeling that all too familiar burning sensation in your chest again.
"I guess that's good," You muttered, looking over at Bradley who was flipping through the pages of some magazine which you weren't all too sure wasn't a Playboy.
"He was gone before he hit the water," Carole scoffed, "You know he always had a fear of the ocean ever since that trip to-"
"I know."
You didn't mean to cut Carole off, but you couldn't sit here and tell happy stories while your brother's best friend was collecting all of his things to give to his widow.
Hell, it didn't even feel right to call Carole a widow. The woman had barely turned 30.
It was silent for a moment, before Carole spoke up, "How was Ice last night?"
The sound of your boyfriend's callsign from her lips caught your attention, as you looked up from Bradley.
"Why do you ask?"
"He was in the air with Mav and Goose when. . . when it happened."
Now this was news to you.
But then you realized, you hadn't even bothered to see how this was affecting your boyfriend. Goose was the one who introduced the two of you back when he was at the academy. He tried doing the whole "older brother, stay away from my little sister" bit, but it was no use against Tom Kazansky's killer smile and your soft baby cow like brown eyes. Tom "Iceman" Kazansky was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on you and it had been history ever since.
"Did he say something to you?" You quietly asked Carole.
"I. . ." Carole started, and then sighed, "Maverick said something when he came and saw us. He said it was a mistake, that it was a stupid error. That he should've known-"
It was as if he knew they were discussing him, Iceman pulled the door to the day room open, standing in the doorway. He was dressed in his service khakis, ribbon rack and gold plating all perfectly shined. But you weren't looking at his perfectly done dress uniform, no, you were looking at the sad look in his baby blue eyes.
"Tom," Carole greeted, standing up from her chair. If there was one thing about Carole Bradshaw, it was that she was a hugger. It didn't matter if she was literally going through hell, she was going to hug you either way.
"Hi Carole," Ice greeted the woman, giving her a quick squeeze, before releasing her, "You guys been here long?" He was looking right at you, but you weren't sure what to even say to him. It had been a game of Tom Talks and you just look at him for the past couple days.
Carole looked between the two of you, before clearing her throat, "No, not long. Maverick is just gathering Goose's things," She turned to look at Ice again, "You should wait with us," She said softly to him.
Iceman nodded and walked over to where you were sitting with Bradley. The little boy smiled and reached for the man he considered another uncle. Usually, the sight of Iceman and Bradley made your heart do jumping jacks, but right now, it was as if a boa constrictor had found its way around it.
The four of you waited in painful silence, you staring at the silent movie playing on TV, until the door opened again, and Maverick stepped inside. Carole had managed to keep her tears at bay until she saw her husband's best friend.
Maverick, for lack of better words, looked like utter hell. His green eyes were full of sadness and guilt. He looked as though he hadn't slept a wink in days, and was about to collapse on the spot. In his hand, he held a simple copy paper box that had been filled with the rest of Goose's stuff. A Naval Officer had come by the day before and took all the things that rightfully belonged to the Department of the Navy.
"God, he loved flying with you, Maverick," Carole said, her voice cracking. You and Ice stood up, as Carole got out of her chair to greet him. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug. You couldn't help the pang in your chest as he handed Carole the box.
"But he would've done it anyway... without you," Carole sighed, "He'd have hated it, but he would've done it." Maverick nodded. Carole gave him one more hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning around and holding her hand out to Bradley, who ran to his mother in an instant. Her blues eyes looked up at you, and she gave you a sad smile, "We'll wait for you."
All you could do was nod. Leave it to Carole Bradshaw to know that you needed the truth more than anyone in this room. Once the door was shut and Carole was out of earshot, you looked at the two men standing in the room.
"What happened?" You asked.
"Baby, I already told-"
"No," You cut Tom off, and looked over at Maverick, "What happened?"
The brunette man gulped, looking quickly at Ice, before looking at you, "Ice was trying to take a shot on a boogey, but he was taking too long to get missile lock on it. I had the perfect shot lined up, but Ice needed to move out. I kept telling him to take the shot or move, but he wouldn't. And when he finally did, it was too late. We were in his jet wash. I lost control, went into a flat spin. . ." Maverick shook his head and looked at his shoes, "The ejection failed. Goose hit his head on the canopy. Killed him instantly."
Your brown eyes were filled with tears as you turned to look at Tom, whose jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes filled with regret and guilt.
"It was an accident-"
"If that's what you choose to believe," Maverick spat, "I think you were trying to teach me something and you got my best friend killed."
"I had the shot!"
"No you didn't!"
"Maybe, if you hadn't been flying so god damn close and not trying to swoop in and-"
"Oh piss off, Kazansky, you've been waiting for your moment to-
"Enough!" You yelled. Both men looked at you shocked that you had raised your voice. Compared to Goose, you were always the quiet one, sticking to stay in the corner while Goose liked to bet he center of attention.
"Baby, let's go-" Tom reached out to you, but you pushed away from him, "Y/N. . ."
You couldn't say it out loud, you were afraid of your heart would break in your chest. Instead, you shook your head and turned to Maverick.
"Take me home?"
The brown haired pilot nodded, putting his arm around your shoulders and ushered you out of the room.
Ice couldn't help the burning sensation of tears that welled up in his throat. He had heard the whispers of his fellow classmates for the past couple days. He knew what they were thinking, but to hear it said out loud, in front of the one person he didn't want knowing about what had happened that fateful day in the air, broke him. Tom knew he was already branded as ice cold, and now he was sure that he would never escape it.
Ice stood in the silent room for a moment, before turning on his heel and going back to work.
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thewulf · 1 year
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My Girl || Tom "Iceman" Kazansky
Summary: Request! Hello!! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if you could do a beau "cyclone" Simpson or a tom "iceman" Kazansky one shot, where cyclone/iceman are in an established relationship w a doctor and dagger squad/1986 top gun squad find out about the reader?
A/N: This one was so fun to write, although a bit shorter than my normal one shots. It just came so easily. I went with Tom in the Original 1986 version! There’s lots of flipping back and forth between names and callsigns, just a warning!
Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Y/N
Word Count: 3,200+
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Once you parked your car in the driveway you took a moment to collect your thoughts. The residency was tough, kicking your ass even. You had opted to go into pediatric surgery which wasn’t for the faint of heart. More often than not things did go your way but today was one of those days where you lost a baby right at the end of the surgery, shattering you. These cases always felt worse than the best cases made you feel happy.
Tom was home you noted. His truck sitting in the driveway next to your much smaller car. He had moved into your condo after three years of dating. Things between the two of you were great. More than great. The both of you understood how demanding each other’s careers were so when you did get time together you loved to just relax with each other. You were rather looking forward to falling asleep on Tom’s shoulder or lap in a few hours.
Walking through the front door you found him sitting on the couch reading through what looked like a manual. Tom had just gotten into Top Gun with his RIO Slider, or as you knew him, Ron. Luckily, Top Gun wasn’t far from where you he was already stationed in San Diego so selfishly you got to have him home for a little while longer. That was the hardest of it all when Tom was deployed on a mission. You knew just how good he was in the air but there was that fear that always sat in the back of your mind when he left. You always just prayed he’d make it home safe. He hadn’t let you down yet.
“Hi baby,” Leaning down you kissed his cheek. Breaking him right of the trance he was in, “Everything okay?”
“Y/N.” He smiled pulling your neck down for an actual kiss, “I’m great sweetheart. Just making sure I’ve got everything before our practical tomorrow. Viper wasn’t happy we shot him down today, so I think he wants to prove a point.”
“Pete giving you any trouble today?” You asked while plopping yourself down next to him. Cuddling into him you took a deep breath finding immense comfort in his scent.
He grinned pulling you right on top of him, throwing the manual off to the side, “Mav’s always giving me trouble. But I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you. How was your day?”
You sighed placing your head onto his chest, “Not good T. Lost an infant. Another five-year-old isn’t doing great either.” You didn’t feel like elaborating. Tom already knew how you felt. Completely and utterly defeated.
Rubbing your head he squeezed you with his other hand, “I’m sorry baby.”
“It’s okay,” You whispered, “Occupational hazard I suppose.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier.” He placed his chin on top of your head, “It’s okay to be sad.”
“I know, you make it easier though.” Mumbling you closed your eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of your boyfriend’s heart. Always finding comfort in him.
“You can’t fall asleep yet sweetheart.” His vibrations of the laughing coming from his chest only soothing you further.
“And why not?” You pouted while still keeping your eyes closed.
He paused, not sure if he wanted to bring up his plan anymore. See, the guys at Top Gun didn’t believe Ice the last time they were all at the Hard Deck. They didn’t believe he had a doctor girlfriend. Ice refused to even look at another woman knowing you were working late that night. Really the only reason he ever went out was if you were stuck at the hospital. He’d much rather spend his nights in with you on the couch watching some dumb show neither of you paid attention to.
Mav and Goose teased that he had no game. Not accepting that he had a girlfriend. Nonetheless one that was literally smarter than all of them combined. Claiming that Ice was far too cold of a person to ever get a girlfriend like that. Let alone keep one for four years. But your Tom was a whole lot different than the Iceman that all the aviators knew.
They really didn’t believe him when he described you. Even a few other aviators had to agree with the pair. Not believing Iceman was emotionally capable of obtaining somebody like you for that amount of time. You sounded way too grounded, smart, and beautiful to be wrapped up in the life of an aviator’s girlfriend. But the two of you made it work. You always made it a point to communicate as much as you could, even when things were tough.
The whole group all about lost it when Ice showed off the engagement ring he carried around with him. He didn’t know when he was going to propose to you, but he wanted to have the ring ready to go for when it felt right. He’d bought it a few months ago, the longer he lived with you the more it reinforced that he knew you were it for him. He saw himself starting a family with you. Being forever happy with you.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to babe.” He kissed the top of your head, “I was thinking we go to the Hard Deck tonight?”
You looked up at him turning your head in confusion. He never invited you to the Hard Deck. Not that you minded, at all. That was his place with the guys. You trusted Tom with your life. Of course, you’d let him have his place, “The Hard Deck?”
“Mhmm,” He rubbed circles on your back, “Maybe you could grab a few drinks, not think about the day?”
“Did you say the Hard Deck?” You asked again, making sure you heard him right.
“Yes.” He smiled, “There something wrong with it?”
You shook your head quickly, “No! I just haven’t been with you before.”
He frowned almost instantly, “Really?”
“Yeah, but it never bothered me. I promise. I know it’s your place.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“No wonder they don’t believe me.” Tom sighed leaning back into the couch, pulling you right along with him.
Over time you found that Tom’s love language was physical touch and quality time. He always pulled you into him or onto him. He found solace in your touch, loving every single second of it.
“What are you talking about?” You laughed, “You’re confusing me tonight, T.”
He smiled at his favorite nickname, “The guys don’t believe that you exist. That I’m making you up.”
“Ahh, now you’re making some more sense my love.” You giggled, “You want to show them that I exist then?”
He smirked pinching your side, “I want to show you off baby.”
“I’ve got a lot of work to do if you want to show me off.” You sighed feeling the ugliness of the day consuming the way you felt as well.
“Hardly. You’re so beautiful.”
Blushing lightly, you never got tired of the shower of compliments he always gave you, “Shush you cheese.”
“Only for you.” He bopped your nose.
“Let me shower really quick and then we can go.”
“Yeah?” He smiled knowing you would do anything for him, “We don’t have to go if you’re tired and just want to relax.”
You shook your head, “And miss my chance to meet Maverick? The only human whose ever made you angry. Never.” You giggled hopping right off him and running upstairs before he could protest.
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You opted for a nice floral sundress. One because it was over a hundred damn degrees in San Diego during the summer and two you had to dress to impress. Tom wanted to show you off and you wanted to try your best. Hopefully you weren’t as awkward as you normally felt you were.
“Baby, you look amazing. As always.” Tom winked pulled you into his side, “I’m so lucky.”
“Always such a mush.” You cooed wrapping an arm around his side.
“What? I can’t fawn over my beautiful girl.”
Blushing you rolled your eyes, “Shush, you know what you’re doing.”
He shrugged, “I love seeing you blush.” Chucking he gave you a squeeze before going to open the door for you. The ride to the Hard Deck was short, you lived close to the base. You didn’t work at the Naval hospital but the civilian one down the road.
Before he let you hop out, he stopped you, “I might act a little different than normal.”
“Like what?” You smiled seeing him so nervous.
“A bit of an asshole.”
Your turn to laugh, “I expected that, Tom. I do pay attention to your stories you know.”
He returned your smile with one of his own, “God, I love you. You know that?”
Nodding your head, you leaned in for a kiss, “I do. I love you to pieces too.”
Breaking the kiss, he quickly got out to open the door for you. Four years later and you never grew tired of his gestures. He always thought of you in everything that he did. How could you not be madly in love with a man like that?
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close into him as you both entered the bar. Whether he was staking his claim on you or what you didn’t care, you loved being close to him. You loved it even more when he wasn’t afraid to show it. Who knew a bunch of Naval aviators would push him to do something so wildly out of his comfort zone. Tom at home was lovey and mushy always. Tom in public was sweet but never got too affectionate. Nothing like what he was doing right now.
Tom quickly spotted Slider pulling you along with him. He let you take the seat next to him white he stood behind you.
“I’ll be damned. Is this Y/N really out at the Hard Deck.” Ron put his aviators on top of his head eyeing the pair curiously. You adored Tom’s RIO. You guys often had him over for dinner once you moved in. He was good company and saw the rare soft side that Tom really only reserved for you on occasion.
“Your eyes don’t deceive you, Ronny.” You grinned using your favorite nickname for him. It still felt odd calling him Slider even though that’s exclusively how Tom referred to him as.
Ron looked up towards Ice waiting for his response, “What?” Ice questioned his RIO.
“Mav and Goose get under your skin that bad?”
Tom scoffed, “Hardly. I just wanted to go out with my girl. Is that such a crime?”
Ron smirked up at his friend knowing he was bullshitting him hard. Ever since Ice heard what happened to Cougar with the MIG’s and dropping out of the Navy as a whole pissed him off. Mav took Cougar’s spot. His rightful spot that he worked years for. Of course, he held resentment. Then he met the guy. He had to admit that you were right. There weren’t many people who could agitate Tom, Mav ended up being one.
Tom spotted him just as he was thinking of him sitting across the bar. Smirking Tom decided to lean down and give you a long kiss on the cheek hoping Mav would see before whispering, “Mav, 2 o’clock.” To you.
You looked over in that general direction and had to have spotted the man that seemed to torture your Tom. He looked a little shocked before replacing it was a cocky façade you were sure most aviators wore.
It wasn’t a moment later the man made his way over to where the three of you were.
“Your girl actually exists Ice?” Pete asked Tom but looked at you. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.
Taking a long sip of your cocktail you eyed him up and down, “That’s it?” You looked back up at Tom curiously.
“What hon?” He asked you quizzically. Not having a clue what you were getting at.
“I was just expecting more that’s all.” You smiled sweetly at the man. Ron up and started laughing. Tom’s mouth almost completely dropped, and Pete looked a little pissed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pete questioned you with a confused expression garnering his face.
You shrugged, “For such a dominant callsign of Maverick I was just expecting more. That’s all.”
“What are you doing?” Tom whispered in your ear albeit with a small smile forming on his face.
“Pissing him off baby.” You kissed his cheek slowly.
“Why?”
“Because he pisses you off. Fair is fair.” You giggled before grabbing for your cocktail again. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. You weren’t overly attention seeking but when somebody wound up your boyfriend like that you just had to do the same back. Tom protected you fiercely it was your turn to do the same. Even if it was all just in good fun.
Pete stood there confused. You decided to rub salt on the wound, “Would you like a drink or?”
“Are you paying?” He smirked getting his confidence back.
“Ha!” You let out an obnoxious laugh earning the attention of a few more aviators unbeknownst to you, “You wish hot shot. Your boyfriend down there is paying.” You pointed straight to the blonde who was avidly watching what was going down between the group.
You looked up at Tom who looked pleasantly surprised. His girlfriend more than holding her own against the arrogant asshole that drove him mad.
“Goose.” Mav sighed rolling his eyes before darting off to go find him.
You smiled up to your boyfriend feeling the buzz start to take over as you downed your first drink a little too quickly.
“Ice! That’s your girl?” A group of aviators in uniform came over. Turning towards the group you smiled kindly to the trio that made their way over.
“No shit, you actually exist. How do you stand him?”
“Hollywood shut it.” Tom nearly growled stepping closer to your barstool.
“Easily.” You continued after Tom interjected.
“Really?” The one standing next to Hollywood spoke up.
Tom looked like he was going to explode on them if they didn’t back off soon, “Really Wolfman?”
“Just surprising.” He muttered looking away from the gaze that could kill.
“It’s nice to meet you all.” You attempted to break the tension between all the men that happened out of nowhere, “Tom says great things about you all.”
“You too!” Hollywood clapped walking over to you, “Now I need to pick your brain on Iceman over here.”
“No way Hollywood.” Tom laughed blocking him from taking a seat next to you. He had his mask for work for a reason. He had to build up his reputation to be called Iceman, he didn’t want that to be ruined. He was cool calm collected Iceman who never broke in the air. Flew cold as ice. There is no way in hell he’d ever let one of them learn about the other side of himself. The soft side of him. The truer side where he felt his best when he was with you. He knew he was weak for you, but he always knew you were just as weak for him.
Tom never really believed in soul mates before he met you. But when he accidentally ran into you, literally, at the hospital you worked at his heart nearly stopped right then and there. He knocked you flat on your ass, but you were nothing but gracious. You started laughing, likely in embarrassment but it was a better reaction than anger. Tom insisted he buy you a coffee for the trouble and you accepted. You were on hour fourteen of a hell shift and a coffee sounded more than wonderful. From that moment on Tom believed. He was so thankful he literally ran you over.
Little did the two of you know that would kick off the world wind romance you found yourself in, but you couldn’t be more grateful. Tom was everything to you. You quickly fell in love with him, and it terrified you. You were so useed to shitty men and shitty relationships this relationship made you constantly on edge. Waiting on the other shoe to drop. But it never did. Tom just kept treating you better and better the longer you two dated. It was month four that you knew you loved him deeply. Luckily, he told you first which negated any fear you had in the relationship.
“Come on Ice!” Hollywood attempted to pout earning a laugh from Slider and Wolfman.
“Like I said. No fucking way.”
Smiling you loved watching the interaction between all of the aviators. He was different but he was still your Tom. He just threw that mask up to protect himself. You understood. You had to do the same thing at work. Feeling like you had to be a stone-cold bitch many times to prove yourself to your attending because you were a woman. There weren’t many woman surgeons let alone ones that specialized in pediatrics in the 80’s. You were sure that Tom would hardly recognize you at work, an almost heartless version of yourself.
A few more aviators came over seeing a crowd forming around you. Tom viscerally groaned knowing this was likely going to happen. He brought it upon himself but now the guys were picking on him by giving you so much attention. Tom wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and take you home away from all of them.
“Ice! She’s pretty. How in the hell did you manage that?”
Tom rolled his eyes knowing you heard the comment, “Shut up Merlin.”
Slider started cracking up seeing the irritation grow on his pilot’s face, “Hey Merlin, ever thought it was because he’s amazing in the sack?”
Your face grew bright red at the comment. He surely wasn’t wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit it to the now group of pilots that surrounded you and Ron at the bar.
Ice slapped the back of his head, “The hell is wrong with you?”
“Her face is bright red! It must be true!”
You shrugged grabbing your refreshed cocktail instead of answering.
“Oh, shut the hell up Goose!” Tom groaned flipping him off earning a roar of laughter from the Top Gun group.
“I always knew you were a legend man.” Slider commented while winking over at him making sure to dig his hole deeper.
“You’re on my shit list.” Tom tried to keep a straight face before joining in the group laughing at the situation.
For the next few hours, you chatted with random pilots finding the best conversation with Nick Bradshaw. He reminded you of your brother finding an easy casual conversation with him. You still made sure to give Pete a hard time, for the sake of Tom.
Tom pulled you aside when he had enough, “Ready to go home? I want some time with you sweetheart.”
You nodded finding it so attractive he wanted you to himself, “Let’s go.”
He helped you up from your stool waving the crowd of aviators off. The two of you blaming your work for your early departure. One perk of being a doctor is being able to use that as an excuse to leave anything you didn’t want to be at.
“For the record, I’m not only with you because you’re good in bed. But it’s a perk.”
He smirked, “Let’s utilize that perk when we get home, yeah?”
You looped your arm in his, “Hell yeah.”
“That’s my girl.”
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@wildellaa I hope you enjoy!
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topgun-imagines · 1 year
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Scared
Requested: no
Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: angst. Slight mentions of abuse? Not major but still there. Flinching. Couples fighting. Arguments. Cuts. Blood. Crying. Please let me know if I missed anything!
Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader
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It had been a day from hell since this morning. First, Ice’s alarm hadn’t gone off, making him almost late for work. Then, he had to scramble out the door and was left without his morning coffee. You could only assume that this would make him extremely upset. With Tom’s recent promotion came an abundance of new responsibilities. You should have expected that these responsibilities would cause him to have to work insane hours just to keep up. You prayed that today would be an easy day. He could definitely use it after this morning.
You had spent your day cleaning the house and running errands. By the end of the day, you were exhausted, having had a terrible sleep the night before. Now, you were starting on dinner for the two of you. You were making Tom’s favorite; a creamy alfredo penne pasta with steamed carrots on the side. It was his mother's recipe and you knew that she would always use it to cheer her son up. You were hoping that it would work in this instance as well. You followed the recipe exactly, not wanting anything else to go wrong today. The sauce was now finished and simmering on the stove while the pasta and carrots finished.
Just as you moved to strain the pasta, you heard the front door open before slamming harshly. You mentally cursed, knowing that his day at work must not have been easy. Trying to find a positive in the situation, you focused on the fact that he was home early for once. You quickly set the table before untying your apron and setting it on the back of your chair. Just as you glanced up, Ice walked into the room. He barely spared you a glance as he moved to set his papers on the counter. Normally, you would ask him not to, but given the current situation, you bit your tongue.
Tom turned back around and sat at the table. “How was your day?” You questioned quietly. He sipped on his water slowly as you waited for him to answer. You returned to the food, pulling the pot of pasta off the burner and moving to strain it.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He finally spoke. Instinctively, you froze in your spot. The only time that you had heard that tone before was at the O club when somebody who had gotten too handsy with you. Never had it been directed at you, however. You dished the two of you up in silence, eyes trained firmly on the plates in front of you. Wordlessly, you set the plate down in front of Ice.
You took a seat across from him as he began eating. You waited for him to say something, anything, to reassure you that the meal was good. When he said nothing, a soft sigh escaped you. You began eating your own food, getting lost in your head as you thought of ways to salvage the day. The two of you finished your meal in silence. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the room were the sounds of forks scraping and soft breathing.
Before you knew it, you were clearing the table and moving the dishes to the sink. Tom brought his papers to the table and began shuffling through them. At least he didn’t run away as soon as his plate was empty. The pair of you continued to work in silence. It was once again silent in the kitchen, like it had been for most of the evening. You had almost finished washing up the dishes when it happened. If you ever needed proof that a person created what they feared, this was a perfect example.
You tensed as the glass that you were putting away slipped out of your hand. It was as if time stopped as it moved toward the ground. The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the entire kitchen, causing you to freeze instantly. The next thing you knew Ice was throwing his reading glasses onto the table and pushing himself out of his chair. You waited with bated breath for what he was going to say. “Are you serious?” Your eyebrows shot up instantly. What the hell did he mean by that? It’s not like you meant to drop the glass.
“Tom, I’m sorry, but-“ He held his hand up. With one motion, your words died in your throat. You swallowed quietly. You weren't scared of him but after the events of today, you had no idea what to expect.
When his hand lowered, you were left staring at a man that you hadn’t seen before. There was a dark look in his eyes that was unnerving. You swallowed slightly as you waited for him to speak. “How hard is it to put a glass in the cupboard?” His question left you baffled. Did he seriously blame you for this? You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the blood trickling down your leg. A piece of glass must have cut you. “My god.” He exclaimed roughly, dragging a hand up to run through his hair. What happened next left both of you stunned.
At the sudden movement of his hand, you jumped, moving back and knocking into the counter. Ice slowly brought his hand down, staring at you in shock. Any trace of annoyance was wiped from his face, replaced with what could only be described as concern. You stared at him in pure fear, your hands shaking steadily at your sides. Tears sprung to your eyes as you realized what had happened. “Baby I’m so sorry,” Tom whispered. You continued to stare at each other as the tears made their way down your face. When he moved to step closer to you, you shook your head with a sob. He instantly froze, not wanting to hurt you anymore than he already had. “Honey, you know I would never, ever hurt you. You know that, right?” You could only nod, tears still trailing down your cheeks.
You slowly moved away from the counter and towards the exit of the kitchen. Ice watched you with tears lining his own eyes as you moved out of the room. “I just need some space.” You whispered shakily. He could still clearly hear the fear in your voice. He could only nod as you walked out of the kitchen, hearing you rush up the stairs moments later. Ice spent the next few hours sitting at the table, head between his hands as he thought of ways to make it up to you. What killed him the most was knowing that you were upstairs, scared of him and crying because of what he did. He needed to figure out how to fix this.
a/n: Thank you all for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Requests are open.
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ddejavvu · 10 months
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hi! can i request iceman x fem!reader where they’re on their first date and reader can’t get enough of how fine he looks and how good he smells, pls?
Dancing is the last thing you thought you'd be doing on your first date with Tom. Drinking, sure. Kissing, you could dare to dream. Sitting down at a fancy restaurant, maybe. And to his credit, you did enjoy a nice dining experience, but he'd led you into a little club afterwards. It isn't a bar, there's no reeling drunkards passed out on the dance floor. No, it's more sophisticated than that, a live band playing in the corner while couples dance together.
The music that's playing now is reminiscent of swing, and Tom is surprisingly good at the style of dance to go with it. You're taking his lead, letting him step and push and pull and twirl, all with that dazzling smile on his face.
"You're wonderful at dancing!" You marvel as he hooks a hand around your waist, pulling it flush to his own. It means you get a nose-full of his cologne, sharp and musky and something you want on your bedsheets.
"It's hard not to be when you're so wonderful to dance with," He croons, practically purring inches away from your face. His smile is almost more intoxicating than his scent, and you're lucky your knees don't give out. What your face does isn't much help, though, as it blooms into a grin so bashful that you have to duck your head to hide it from him.
"Hey," He chuckles, using his grip on your waist to maneuver you towards the side of the room, dancing coming to a halt, "That's not fair, I want to see your face."
He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts it so that his nose nearly brushes yours. You're even more sheepish now as he hums, "What is it, angel?"
"I don't know," You shrug, biting your bottom lip, "it's just- Well," You gush, "I'm having a really great time. And you're- you must be the most handsome man I've ever gone out with."
He laughs at the admission, a deep, sweet sound from his chest. You should probably feel embarrassed admitting it, but not enough to deny him the compliment, and you press on in case his grin will get any wider.
"And you smell amazing," You laugh, "letting him pull your waist closer to his, "I'm just impressed, that's all."
"Yeah? Well that's good," He muses, "'Cause you know I used this cologne to impress you. I was hoping," He bows his own head now, laughing towards his chest, "That maybe you'd put your head on my shoulder."
Your cheeks get hotter, if possible, as he continues, "Like this."
He smooths his hand up from your chin to your cheek, guiding your head to lay against his chest. It puts your nose in his collarbones and he feels your breath over his shirt. The music works with you, transitioning into a slower paced song that the dancers mirror. All of a sudden you're back on the floor, swaying in time with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist.
"So it worked?" He murmurs, carefully avoiding standing on your toes even though you're only inches apart.
"It worked," You press a quick kiss to the collar of his shirt and he feels it beneath the fabric, "I think I want to stay here forever, Tom."
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Breakfast
Summary : Iceman is home, breakfast with your man is always better.
Content/Warning : Fluff, implied sex.
You go downstairs attracted by the delicious smell that comes from the kitchen. Tom returned to your shared home yesterday and you couldn't be happier, you just want one thing, being close to him.
When you walk into the kitchen you can finally see him, in his pyjamas, his hair not styled, finishing up what you like best for breakfast. He turns his head towards you and give you a beautiful smile, the kind of smile that takes your breath away everytime.
"Hi love." He says as you're coming next to him, you grab his arm and pulls him in a hug that he glady gives back. You enjoy the feeling of him being close, you enjoy his smells, so conforting. Your eyes closed, head resting on him, he laugh softly when he feels that you start leaning on him, still half asleep you mumble :
"I should be the one making breakfast.
- I've been away for a long time, I wanted to do something nice for you.
- Thank you.. You slightly part from the hug to look at him. I sleep way better when you're here you know.
- I know, it's the same for me." He brings you into a kiss.
Everytime you kiss him it feels like it's the first time and yet you know his lips by heart. He gently puts his hand on the base of your neck under your still tangeld hair.
There is a lots of love, passion but also sweetness throughout this kiss. There's a feeling of lack that needs to be filled too.
But at one point you two have to stop the kiss even if you don't want to.
"Don't forget your breakfast." He says soflty, his lips really close to yours. You have other ideas in mind but you'll not spoil what he has prepared for you. You nod and go sit at the table with him. He serves you and you have to say that you're excited to taste what he made. Tom has always been a good cook, a skill that you like very much.
"Thanks honey. It seems really good. He is very happy to please you and as you start eating you are, as always, impressed. It's sooo good. You tell him immediately.
- I'm glad you like it. He holds out his hand, you take it and squeeze it gently.
- you cook so well. But I'm warning you, tonight I'm the one cooking. You just got home, take some time to rest."
You can see that he doesn't really agree. Tom never liked to let you do most of the tasks just because 'he just came home' like you've said. You have a job too, so when his home he wants to take off a weight from your shoulders and do his part. And if he can do even more, he'll do it. But, for tonight, he agrees.
"You'll do my favorite ? He asks, curious. You smile and nod.
- Yes, your favorite.
- And for dessert.. can I have my favorite too ? His voice has depeen. You look up to him and you can see that his eyes have darkened. You smile, playful.
- Yes, but you can have it earlier if you want. You answer, touching his leg under the table.
- Can't wait.
- oh me too.."
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Lots of love ❤️
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Four of the Times Tom had to Cancel | Tom Kazansky (One shot)
Hope you all enjoy! It’s a bit different and I’m nervous! but hope you like it! Inspired by this
More for Tom and Peach! 🍑🧊
Pairing: Tom Kazansky x Reader
Warnings: Anxiety, suggestions of a panic attack, angst, inaccuracies of all kinds (Military mainly).
Tag list: @there-goes-thefighter @soulmates8
Word count: 5,500+
One
You’re out for a walk with Tom, when a community board catches your attention and you stop, letting go of his hand and jogging over to look at the board and you feel yourself gasp slightly,
“Do you know where this is?” You ask pointing at the location at the bottom of the poster, when he’s jogged over to you, he rests his hand on the top of your back, rubbing slightly. You can see him think for a moment,
“Yeah, it’s about a 30-minute drive.”
“That’s not too bad when is it-?” You pout seeing the date and time. “Never mind. Alice has the car.”
Tom then takes the time to pay attention to what is it that had so eagerly captured your attention, “A drive in movie theatre?”
“Yeah, it looks like it’s just going to be a temporary thing. Was going to try and take you? I’ve always wanted to do it and thought it would be a cute date, maybe?” You let out a disappointed sigh. “It’ll probably come back, if it’s popular enough.”
“I’ll take you, Peach.” He says with a smile, “I’ve always got my car.”
You turn and place your hands on his chest and pout, “You’re always taking me out. I just wanted to do the same for you.”
“You did today, Honey. You made lunch and we came here.”
“It’s not the same.” You place your hands on his waist, which causes him to get in closer to you, rubbing his hand on your back again and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek bone.
“I don’t mind, Peach. I like taking you out.” He murmurs into your ear, “Let me take us to the drive in?”
You pull away with a little sigh and press your lips to his, “Okay.” Tom smiles at your agreement. “But I’m getting the tickets and popcorn.”
Tom presses his lips to yours again, “Mm might draw the line at the popcorn.” He says into your lips.
“Nope.”
Tom chuckles.
//
You spend the next few days really looking forward to your date with Tom and when Alice says that you can in fact have the car, because the meal she was planning with friends from work was now cancelled.
You dial his number, “Hello?”
“Hi, ” you reply softly.
There’s a pause, “Hey, Peachy.”
“Everything okay?”
“Was gonna call you soon, Honey.”
“Tom?” Your heart begins to pound.
“I’m not going to be able to take you out on Saturday.”
There’s a pause.
“Is there something wrong with the car? Because-“
“I’m just busy, Peach. Need to do some extra training because we weren’t able to do it this week. There’s no moving it.”
“Oh.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“It’s okay,” you reply softly “Just one of those things right? Guess I should be glad that this the first time you’ve had to cancel.” You swallow the disappointed lump in your throat, “Are you free Sunday? We-“
“It’s gonna take all weekend.”
So you probably won’t seem until next week. It was Thursday now and it would probably be next Friday evening for an hour two when you’d next see him.
“Are you free for an hour or so tonight? I-“
“I’m going to bed soon,” He interrupts gently.
It was just one date that he was cancelling, but you were so looking forward to it and now you won’t be seeing him for a little bit. You wanted to make sure that you could spend as much time with him as you could, because one day, as much as you tried to put it to the back of your mind, you knew he wasn’t going to be around as much.
“Peach, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“It’s fine. You need to do what you need to do.” You say softly “’M sorry. I know it’s not a big deal.
“I understand why you’re upset. I look forward to our Fridays and weekends together too.” His words are soft and apologetic.
“When are you going to bed?” You ask quietly, it sounded like he was going to be busy this next couple of days and so you won’t even be able to speak him properly for a little bit.
“In about forty minutes.”
“Could we still talk for just a little bit? Doesn’t have to be long.”
“Course we can.”
//
You probably missed him more than you should and yourself and Alice had a nice time hanging out, she did suggest that you both go to the drive in, but in all honesty it made you feel a little bit bad going out without him.
You’d barely spoken to him over the last week and it felt horrible.
You were so in love.
But at least you were on the way to see him now and you couldn’t wait.
He was waiting at his usual spot, actually chatting to Maverick.
He catches your eye and grins holding opening his arms and you throw your arms around his neck,
“Hey, Peachy.” He mumbles into your shoulder.
“Hi Tom.”
“It’s been what? a week?” Comes the snarky remark from Maverick.
“Shut up, Mitchell.” Tom retorts.
“Hey, Mav.” You smile leaving Tom’s arms and giving Mav a quick hug, before sliding your hand into Tom’s.
“What are you two going to be like when he gets deployed?” That causes the smile on your face to fade. You and Tom had spoken about it before, but decided you’d both cross that bridge when you came to it.
Tom takes note of the look on your face and his face drops too, to send a glare at Maverick, “Thanks for that.”
Maverick seems to notice he probably shouldn’t have said that and grimaces a little but apologises.
“Come on,” Tom says squeezing your hand.
“Bye, Mav.” You say softly and you go to lead Tom to your car, but he tugs you away. “What’s going on?”
“Coming back to mine, Peach.”
“Oh, okay then.”
You’d previously agreed that he was planning the evening, but you didn’t know what, but had assumed he’d need the car.
You had missed him terribly after a week, what would it be like if -when he eventually gets deployed. It sounded like it would be horrible. You made a mental note to ask for advice from Carole.  
You realise that you’re outside of Tom’s door, he looks around quickly before quickly cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours in a firm kiss.
“Forget about what he said,” He says quickly, almost urgently, “It’s not worth worrying about yet.”
“Tom, it’s going to happen. I’m just-“
“Exactly,” He says softly, “Just enjoy the time we have together.” He leans in again and gives you a softer kiss. “Please.” He whispers.
It’s your turn to give him a kiss this time, “Okay,” you reply quietly. He rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes as do you. There’s a sudden peck on your nose and you open your eyes as your nose wrinkles and Tom chuckles.
“I’ve got a little surprise,” He says pulling away and getting his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door. “It’s nothing too exciting,” He opens the door and your mouth drops at the layout of the room.
His coffee table has been placed in front of the table and his sofa had a couple of extra cushions placed upon it. There was a VHS on the table of Back to the Future and you narrowed your eyes at something strapped on the table, as you walk forwards,
“Is that-?”
“A toy steering wheel.” He says it quietly. Almost embarrassed. His arm is around you and he��s resting his head against yours.
“What’s-?”
“Back to the Future was the film that they were going to put on.” He says softly “I couldn’t take you to the drive in, thought I’d bring the drive in to you.”
“Where’d you get the st-“ “Goose’s son and Carole’s letting us borrow the player.”
You’re still staring at it and Tom feels himself getting nervous, “I realise it’s a bit ridiculous, but I thought-“
You spin round and thread your hands into his hair, tugging him into a kiss and he responds eagerly, his arms going around your waist.
You pull away, “I love you, thank you. I don’t think I could imagine- you -are-“ Your mind is swimming with love. And just thoughts of Tom. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Peach.” He breathes, “I’m sorry, I cancelled. But, I hope this makes up for it.”
“You make up for it. You make up for all of it.”
You kiss him again for another few moments, “How am I meant to buy the popcorn?” you mumble.
“Already got them.”
“We had an agreement.” You grumble. “Mm, did we?” He smiles causing you to roll your eyes and him to give you another kiss.
Two
You’d been together just under 2 years and he was slowly starting to get busier and busier and cancellations were unfortunately a regular occurrence, but he was with you right now and you were going to advantage of every minute. You were going to go out for lunch, maybe a little walk.
You hear Tom’s phone ring and he walks to answer it, as you put your shoes on,
“Hello?” You hear him take in a breath and the way he looks at you makes your heart drop. “Yeah Goose?...Do you really need me there now?...Okay.”” You begin to take your shoes off. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just what happens.”
He walks over to you and drops a kiss to your forehead, “everything okay?” you ask looking up.
“Yeah. It should be that was Goose, Mav’s been an idiot, Goose wants me to go back him up.” He cups your cheek with an apologetic smile.
“Does it need to be done now?”
“Yeah, Honey.” You slouch back against the sofa,
“How long will it take?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll come home as soon as it’s over though.” He leans down and presses his lips to yours and you kiss him back, but only briefly before pulling away and sighing.
“This is happening so often now, Tom. There’s always someone or something else that has your attention.”
Tom looks at the clock on the wall and sits next to you, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“That’s what today was going to be about.”
“I know, Honey. Look, because I was speaking to Goose, Carole is probably free. Why don’t you both go out for lunch? My treat.”
“I don’t want your money, Tom.” You say, tone halfway to a snap. “I want you.”
“I know, Peach. I wasn’t-.” He lets out a frustrated breath “Maverick needs my help. You know what he’s like.” He leans in for a soft peck, but you pull away.
“If I needed you, would you be there?” In your heart you knew he would be. But you needed to hear him say those words.
“Of course, I-hey” His hand on your cheek encourages you to look in his eyes. “Peach, you know I’d be there if you needed me.”
“I know,” you say softly. “Just- things were easier when we first started dating and I just-“ You stop and shake your head. He needed to go. “You need to go, forget about me.”
“Never forget about you. We’ll talk more later, okay? And I’ll take you out when I’m back?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “sounds good.” You can tell he wants to lean in for a kiss, but he hesitates and so you indulge him, giving him a long kiss.
“I love you.” He breathes
“I love you too.”
Three
Alice looks at you teary eyed as she holds onto her drink, “It’s just a lot you know? The deployments and the different hours.”
“Believe me, I understand. Tom’s just as, if not more, busy. All his superiors are super pleased with him, because he’s working so hard, but still. Makes time limited. I keep hoping it’ll calm down.”
“But it doesn’t.” Alice’s voice sounds choked up.
“No.” You whisper.  “Is he going to the dinner Friday night?  I’ve heard it’s quite a big deal.”
“He was going to, but after our… discussion and everything that’s happened, he declined it.”
You freeze. “He declined?”
“Yeah, because we-“
“Sorry, he was able to decline?”
“Yeah. It’s not, like, a necessary thing.”
You’re not quite sure what to think.
//
“The dinner on Friday night dinner isn’t compulsory?” are admittedly the first words out of your mouth when you get home early afternoon.
“What?” He asks from the sofa, putting down the newspaper he was reading. Immediately taking note of the distressed look on your face and standing up, “What’s wrong?”
“We were meant to be going out this Friday, but you had to cancel it because you were invited to a dinner with an admiral.”
“I know,” he says softly “But I told you-“
“Tom,” You start. “Is it compulsory for you to go?”
“I don’t have to go, no. It’s an unformal thing, But I want to continue to make a good impression. We have the rest of the weekend.”
“Tom, we had plans” Your bottom lip wobbled “And you cancelled them for work when you didn’t need to.”
“Honey,” he starts, “I know you’re upset, but-“
“No. I truly understand that sometimes you can’t help it. But this- I was excited Tom. I’m always excited, but you cancelled because you were invited to a fancy meal, when you know you’re their golden boy and it’s going to take a lot more than missing a meal for them to stop looking at you like that.” You take a deep breath “Have you given your response yet?”
“No.”
“Decline it. Please.” “Sweetheart, I-“ “Tom!” You can’t help snap, “You don’t have to do everything. Just take me out on a date! Please!”
“Where’s this all coming from?”
“Am I not allowed to be upset that we never go out on dates anymore?”
Tom can’t help but scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“When’s the last time we went the two of us? Ooh wow the grocery store, so exciting.” True, you had the weekends. But you both currently worked full time and the weekends were when you had to go to the store, or do the rest of the chores, see other friends and sometimes you were able to make plans if you had time to. But it was rare. And Tom wanted to spend the Sunday at home relaxing, which you understood and enjoyed the calmness of. It wasn’t the same though.
“We’ve already had this discussion before,” Tom replies his own voice getting tense, “why do you keep going back to it? You knew what being in a relationship with me was going to be like.”
“All I’m asking is that you please don’t go to this dinner on Friday and spend the evening with me, like we used to. I…I need you to do this. I need you to care about me too.”
“Of course I care about you, I wouldn’t be marrying you if I didn’t!” That’s what gets his tone to shift “How can you say I don’t?”
“Because you’ll do anything for your fucking career and I feel like I can’t get 5 minutes with you!”
“I’d do anything for you too! You know I would”
“Then don’t go to this stupid meal!”
“Look, I won’t go, that better? I still don’t understand why this is such a big deal, though.  So I can’t actively take you out on a date at the moment? I miss them too. But you’re acting as though we won’t see each other this weekend, that I’m just gonna be out the guys, but I never do!”
“Go then!” You cry gesturing wildly “Go to the meal.”
“I just don’t understand why all of a sudden you’re so upset.”
“Because you chose it over me!”
“I didn’t! If I-I’m not… I just feel like I should be there.”
“Go then.”
“No. Not when it’s got you this upset.”
“I’m just worried, Tom!”
“About what?”
“I don’t us to break up!” You cry out.
“Why would we break up?” Tom’s eyes had essentially popped out, where on earth had that come from?
“Because Alice and Rick might be!” You snap and that’s what causes the tension to break and for a tear to escape. Tom’s lips part in shock.
“Peach.” His words are now so soft and quiet, the untrained ear might not have heard them. he walks forward and takes your hand, but you slowly pull it away and Tom’s heart just aches “What’s happened, Peachy?”
“Rick spoke to Alice about them maybe breaking up. He said that they’re relationship isn’t what it was and he’s worried about holding her back.” You sniff and wipe away the tear with the side of your arm. “I just don’t want you to think or do the same, I can deal with you being busy, so long as I know you want to come back to me, but then Alice said you didn’t have to go to this party and it just freaked me out. Our dates used to be so special and we’d try different places and as time goes on you’re ranking higher and higher and being noticed by more people and I am so proud of you, Tom. Always have been.”
You blink as you shift and place your hand on his hips and he looks at you, his eyes also having a shine to them, “I’m not… I’m not saying I don’t feel loved or I think this is a bad relationship, but I miss us going out for a drive, a meal, a walk, going to the library or bookstore. I just thought you were missing it too.”
“Hey,” you look up at him “I miss it too. Of course I miss it.”
“I’m not trying to be ungrateful and I’d rather have this then when you are deployed. It’s just… we’re both busy. We finally get round to planning something only for it all to suddenly change.”
You noticed Tom’s adam apple bounce before he answers you, “I’m so sorry, I know how hard me having to cancel things is, I may not show it as much, but it really hurts me too. My career is important to me, but so are you. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here with me.  We’ve got vacation soon and we can enjoy that?”
You nod and look him in the eyes, you believed him.
“Can I hold you?” He asks gently and you’re the one who reaches out with your hands clutching his shirt and pulling him into you. You burry your face into his shirt and he presses a soft kiss to your head as you feel a couple more tears escape your eyes.
“I love you, always gonna love you. Always miss you too. I won’t go, okay? We’ll go out. Do anything you want.”
“I love you too.”
He pulls you in tighter and you feel yourself relax. It’d be okay.
“I’m sorry I’ve let you down. I’m so sorry.” He feels tense. Incredibly tense and he’s breathing a little harder, “I’ll make it up to you. Whatever it takes, I-
You pull away from him, worrying and cup his cheek, “Hey, hey I know you will.” It doesn’t do much to ease him. “Tom relax. Please.” You try to soothe “It’s-it’s okay. People make mistakes, it’s okay.” You wanted him to get out of his head. Things like this had a habit of sticking with him and you wanted him to know that you weren’t going to hold it over him. You still loved him.
“I keep making them with you though.” He says, voice tight. Body still very tense.
“And you learn from them” You comment softly, “I make mistakes too, I do things I probably shouldn’t in this relationship.” Because you did make mistakes and do things wrong. “I’m sorry I snapped at you straight away, was just upset. Should have spoken to you properly.”
“You don’t need to apologise. I’m the one getting things wrong.”
“Are you going to try and do things better?”
“Of course I am. I just-“
“Then I forgive you.”
“Peach- you can’t just forgive me, just like that. You said you didn’t know I cared about you.” His voice is still thick with upset.
“Tom, I said I needed you to show that you cared. And you know what? Maybe I made a mistake saying that, because you do show me that you care. You tell me you love me everyday, you do things like make me breakfast or dinner at the weekend. You hold me extra tight at night and in the morning before you have to go. I know you care, but our dates were special. They were something I loved to do with you and they helped me to fall in love with you. I just want them back.”
He says your name softly, “I want them back too.” He says and leans down, resting his forehead against. “I’m sorry.”
“Just try. I just want you to try.”
“I will. I promise you, I will.”
“Then that’s all I want.”
You pull him a little closer, rubbing his back softly, reminding him you loved him and you both finally relax into each other.
 Four
“Hey Peachy.”
You let out a breath of relief, “Tom! Oh, it’s so good to hear your voice! How are you doing?”
“Really good, miss you.”
“I miss you too, so much. Can’t wait to have you home.” Alice’s wedding was coming up and couldn’t wait to spend the day and night with him. Dancing, laughing and celebrating your best friend and would be her best friend. Hopefully yourself and Tom could start planning soon. “I collected your shirts today, gonna look so snazzy at the wedding.”
He doesn’t chuckle and is in fact very quiet and you feel your heart drop, “Tom, please don’t tell me-“
“I’m so sorry, they need me a little of extra training, Honey.”
You close your eyes and rub your face, “How much longer?”
“Another week or so.” “But you’re going to miss the wedding,” you reply. A twitch on your bottom lip.
“I’m so sorry. I was looking forward to it too. I don’t know how I’ll make this up to you, but I will.” He sounds both as sad as you do and yet just as determined.
“It’s not your fault, Tom. It is what it is. Just want you home safe. Whenever that is.” Neither of you were going to acknowledge how close you sounded to tears, because then you really would cry.
Your talk with Tom was cut a lot shorter than you would have liked, but there was nothing you could do about it. You bid your goodbyes and said your ‘I love yous’ and hung up.
Your foot is tapping is quickly on the sofa when you go to sit down again, don’t cry. You told yourself. You can’t cry. You could something practical. You went to the phone again and dialed Alice’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hi Alice, it’s me.”
“Oh hey! How are you doing? Just spoken to Tom?”
“Yeah-um just got off the phone actually.” You swallowed and cleared your throat, beginning to play with the cord of the telephone “He said he’s really sorry, but he’s not going to be able to make it back for the wedding.” Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. You hear say your name sadly “We’ll of course, pay for what his meal would have cost.”
Alice says your name softly, “I’m so sorry, do you want me to come over?”
“No- no it’s fine, I just wanted to let you know that Tom’s-Tom’s not coming.” Your voice cracks.
“When’s he home?”
“I’m not sure. After the wedding though.” Your throat feels heavy and sore and your eyes are hurting so much. “’m sorry, Alice. I have to go.”
“Sure you don’t want me to come over?”
“Yeah. Just want to be alone for a bit, y’know?”
“I know.” She understood it just as much. She really did. “Only a phone call away, alright?”
“Thanks, Alice. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” Alice says good bye and you place the phone back in the cradle.
Nibbling your bottom lip. You make your way to the sofa and pick up a pillow, cuddling it close to your chest. Trying soften the ache in your heart.
You knew Tom was going to be home soon it was only a week or so longer, but you had so hoped he’d be home in a couple of days. Home for Alice’s wedding. It had been a long 6 months and you were excited for him to come home and for you to spend some time together.
Alice’s wedding was an event you were both looking forward to, an excuse for you both to have a good time and relax with friends and family. It was especially important for you and Alice. You had both been thinking of your wedding days for so long. Thoughts about how you’d each be there, supporting each other, with your own loves. You’d both be slow dancing on the dance floor you’re your significant other and would catch each other’s eye and just be glad that they found their person.
 But it wasn’t going to happen, this time. Tom was still going to be away. You could only hope that at your wedding, Rick would be able to make it.  
You slide further into the couch and try and soothe yourself with thoughts that at least you got to speak to Tom today, he should be home soon.
He should be home soon.
But you wanted him now.
//
“Alice,” you gasp as she reveals her dress to you, “you look absolutely incredible. Rick’s going to want to marry you twice.”
And to think, a couple of years ago you thought that their relationship was over. They’d managed to work everything out and were now better than ever.
“Thank you,” She says giving a little twirl “I feel so weird, but I’m so excited. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” you sniff and try to think about something else to stop yourself from crying. “It absolutely makes sense.”
“You look amazing too.” She says smiling softly and reaches for your hands, “I wish Tom could see you like this.”
Ow ow ow.
Don’t think of him.
He’ll be home soon.
“There’ll be pictures,” you say softly, “I’m sorry he’s missing it.”
“Don’t need to apologise.” She says with a little smile, “I know he’d be here if he could. You just have a good time, you hear me?”
“It’s your day, Alice.” You say with a little giggle.
“I know, I just don’t want you to feel down about Tom alright?”
“Alright,” you smile and reach forwards giving her a hug, “Love you always.”
“I love you, too. Your turn next.” 
// 
You had to try your best to not cry your eyes out as you watch Alice walk down the aisle. She looked so beautiful and so happy. Which made you so happy. There was an ache in your heart, but you could cope. You would for her.
Your bottom lip wobbles when you see the empty place next to you at the Wedding Breakfast. It still had the name on the place card and you run your fingers over it.
“Sorry,” Alice mumbles as she walks past you and you’re quick to reassure that it’s no problem. You reach forwards and fiddle with the napkin as you wait for the food to arrive.
There’s a clinging of the glass and you look up at Alice surprised. Far too early for speeches.
“I know what you’re all thinking,” she starts “this is far too early for speeches,” you smile to yourself “But this is a special occasion! Before we get onto the food, I just wanted to thank my best friend for all the work that they have done so far. They have been incredible.” You feel yourself blush and begin to play with the napkin again. “We’ve had a dream, all the time that we’ve known each other, of what our wedding days would look like and who we would be attending with.” Oookay you might need to tune out now and you do so a bit while she’s discussing what you’d both had hoped for. “Unfortunately their fiancé, Tom, had to cancel coming last week as they were needed,” There was a few murmurs of ‘aw’. You didn’t need this. What was Alice thinking. You close your eyes.
“But.”
You freeze. Eyes still closed, “Thankfully, everything got wrapped up a lot sooner than was expected.” Your eyes flew open.  “And Tom was able to fly home this morning.” Your jaw is practically on the floor, your eyes were getting blurry and you can tell that Alice is getting a little emotional too. “So, would you all please join me in welcoming Lieutenant Commander Tom Kazansky.” Your up and off your chair now as you spin around frantically until you see him walk through the door in his whites, holding a bouquet of red roses. and you let out a little sob, as you run over to him, grateful that the path had no tables in your way.
You throw your arms around his neck as his goes around your waist.
“You’re home.” You cry putting your face into his neck “You’re home”
“Yeah, Peachy.” He says choked up, “I’m home.” He feels you pull him in closer and his hand goes to the back of your head. “I’ve got you.” He coos softly, “I’ve got you, Honey.”
“I’ve missed you so much, I’m so glad you’re home.”
“I’ve missed you too, like you wouldn’t believe.”
You hold him for another moment, before pulling away to look him in the eye and cup his face. Taking him all in. He presses a kiss to your palm, before reaching up and wiping the tears away from your face.
“C’mere, let’s go somewhere a bit quieter.” He says guiding you to a quiet hallway, as you hear Alice announce that things will be back to regular programming.
As soon as you’re by yourselves you’re leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips, but it doesn’t last long because you’re smiling too much.
“How are you here?”
“They ended up not needing me. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here earlier.” He gently strokes his thumb on your cheek.
“Don’t apologise, I’m just glad you’re here. I can’t- I’ve-“
“Shush,” he coos “It’s okay.”
You nod and close your eyes briefly as Tom leans forward and presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
“How’d Alice know you’d be here?”
“Spoke to Rick yesterday, who told Alice. I only got in a few hours ago, thought it’d be a nice surprise.”
“The absolute best.” You assure him and pull him in for another quick cuddle. “We need to head back in.” You mumble after a minute or two.
And so eventually you make your way back into the reception room, people were gracious enough not to stare, but you did get a couple of happy looks and a few smiles.
//
Your heart melts as you see Tom blinking a few times and trying to subtly wipe his eyes, you give his hand a quick squeeze. You were sat next to him watching the dance floor, having a quick break.
“We can go soon.”
Tom gives you a weak smile, “’m fine, Peach. We can stay as long as you want.”
“Tom, you’re exhausted. We’ll leave soon, okay?”
He nods and smiles gratefully before standing up as the song changed, “One more dance?”
The dancefloor was empty apart from Rick and Alice having another dance and Tom pulled you in, encouraging you to rest your head on his chest as he gently swayed the both of you, murmuring how happy he was to be home and you respond with a similar sentiment.
You feel yourself tear up as you listen to the song and you end up catching Alice’s eye, who is also tearing up. You both give each other a knowing smile.
“I love you.” You mouth to her.
“Love you too.” She mouths back.
You were both safe in the knowledge that you would always be best friends, but now you knew that there’d also always be someone else there to look out for them and love them.
You smile to yourself as you bury your face into Tom’s shirt, closing your eyes.
Tom presses a kiss to your hair and sings along to the song.
You hum happily with the knowledge that he’d always do his best to get back to you.
Wherever you go, whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
Tom and Peach were dancing to Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx.
Hope you liked it. :) As I said I know it’s a bit different.
Thanks for reading!
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multifandomfanfic · 2 years
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Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy one shot with iceman from top gun?? I was thinking a morning after and reader is kinda unsure of what is going to happen but Tom is super sweet and cuddly. Love your writings!!!💕💕
Morning After
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Summary: Worries flood your mind after your first time with Iceman. You had been told to stay away from Navy pilots after all. Luckily, Ice makes how he feels about your relationship clear.
Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, doubts about relationship (I guess)
Word Count: 2.1k
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Plenty of people had warned you about the Navy pilots before moving so close to Top Gun. You were well aware of how they swept women off their feet one day only to leave them the next. Rinse and repeat. Yet, you moved anyways, into a small, one-bedroom apartment. It was cute, had a balcony that overlooked the beach, and was extremely close to the Hard Deck. That was where it all started.
Your friend introduced you to the beach-side bar one Friday night. You weren’t looking for a Navy stud to take home. You just wanted to have fun.
After a round of billiards, you retired to the bar as your friend “went to the bathroom.” As she walked away, the man in uniform she had talked to while playing pool joined her, and they exited the building instead of turning left into the bathrooms.
A beer hardly took the pain of being ditched away. What a nice introduction to the city: your friend, and ride, leaving you stranded at a bar. At least it was a short walk home.
It was then he caught your eye. Across the bar, a blonde man wearing sunglasses and intensely chewing gum inside was looking in your direction. He lifted the glasses from his eyes when he spotted you and winked once they were finally off his head. You rolled your eyes. Another pilot. How could your friend have fallen for the other man's tricks?
The man’s eyes stayed glued to you as you quickly drank your beer. The sooner the golden liquid was gone, the sooner you could walk home. You glimpsed across the bar again. The blond had disappeared. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you checked around for the mystery man.
“Oh my God,” you breathed, flinching in surprise. He was right next to you, leaning against the clean bar-top. A cheeky grin spread across his face.
“Did I scare you?” he teased, his facial expression unchanging, “Or are you just that surprised at my good looks?”
“No, you surprised me, that’s all,” your cheeks began burning. There was no doubt they were now a deep pink color. You grabbed your bag and began standing, but the blond blocked your way to the door. Every time you stepped in a different direction, he followed. Eventually, you groaned and looked him straight in the eye as he stood in front of the exit door.
“Can I at least get a name?” he asked.
You sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. The man was handsome with his beautiful green eyes and stunning face, you had to admit but his ego was clearly enormous. Maybe if he could keep it under control. But that would never happen. He was one of the infamous Navy pilots, after all.
“Y/N.”
“A little louder, please?” he said, bending down slightly and tilting his ear towards you.
“Y/N!” you practically shouted. The rest of the bar was too full and rowdy to hear your little scuffle. The man chuckled and resumed chewing on his piece of gum.
“I’m Iceman.”
“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically, deciding to humor Iceman’s attempts, “What’s your real name?”
“Why? You’re not into pilots?”
You sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time in the evening, “No, I’m not. Now, tell me your real name or I’m walking out the door.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Iceman taunted. He crossed his arms but, when you didn’t move, he continued, “The name’s Tom Kazansky.”
“Great,” you stated bluntly, “Now, Tom, I would like to go home. Let me through, please.”
He begrudgingly returned his arms to his side, allowing you to walk through the exit. His voice called after you once you walked out of the building. You ignored him the first time, and the second, but the third time you turned around.
“Yes?”
“At least let me walk you home,” he appealed to you. His ego was starting to fade.
“I think I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, but you didn’t turn back around yet. You wanted to hear his response.
“C’mon. You can’t walk home alone, especially this late.” he checked his watch and then made eye contact with you again, “it’s almost eleven.”
Your eyes darted around the night. It was incredibly dark and the street lights weren’t helping. There were plenty of spaces someone could be hiding in, plenty of spaces you could be taken to...
“Fine,” you said. It was your turn to cross your arms when he paused in disbelief, “You coming?”
Iceman hurried to your side and, after casually throwing his arm around your shoulders, you began making your way back to your apartment.
To your utter surprise, the walk was nicer than you expected. The conversation flowed smoothly, although it only lasted for about ten minutes. You couldn’t help but ask about his flying escapades and he happily obliged, detailing the most daring missions he’d been on and the training he did. It didn’t occur to you that his stories may have been a tad exaggerated.
Once you were at your front door, your opinion of Iceman had practically done a complete 180. Despite his ego, he had treated you kindly even though he knew he wouldn’t be reaching third base that night.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you said, turning around in your doorway. He was standing across from you with his hands behind his back. He looked innocent outside of your door. Nothing like the man who had tempted you across the bar just twenty minutes ago.
“It was no problem,” he replied, “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, definitely,” you nodded, a light blush returning to your cheeks, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
You returned to the Hard Deck without your friend the next night and the next. Suddenly, it had been a week of going to the unruly bar. The reason was to see Iceman, of course, but you couldn’t admit that. At least, not yet. Each time, you played the same game of eyeing each other across the bar. Then, as soon as one of you was about to leave, the other would catch up to them and “walk them home.” It was truthfully just a stroll to your house after a couple of beers.
Several times during your walks, you found your eyes wandering up to your escort home. Man, was he hot. Thoughts drifted into your head. At first, they were innocent: what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair, to hold his hand, to feel his lips on yours. But, whenever your dreaming would take a more explicit turn, Iceman would notice your staring and you would be interrupted.
“We can’t keep going about this,” Iceman finally said the fourteenth time (fifteenth? You weren’t sure at this point) he escorted you home. There had been plenty of unofficial bar dates where a friend insisted they drove you home instead. Those were your least favorite days, for obvious reasons.
“Going about what?” you asked innocently. This time, your hands were positioned behind your back, “What do you want to change?”
“You know what,” Iceman took a step closer to you. You could feel his breath on your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.
“I’m not sure I do,” you teased, a surge of confidence rushing through you. You had gotten to know Tom. He wasn’t one of those Navy pilots that people gossiped about. Maybe he was in the beginning, but now.. now you were in the clear, “Why don’t you show me?”
Iceman chuckled and took another step closer. His face was hardly inches from you. He bit his lower lip sensually, his eyes darting between your mouth and eyes. Eagerness was building in your abdomen as you leaned in as well. To your past self’s dismay, you had been waiting for this.
In a moment, Iceman’s lips were crashing against yours in a desperate fever. They were just like you imagined them. Rough, but passionate, like he had been harboring the same thoughts about you that you held for him. Both of you were stumbling back into your apartment. After slamming the door behind you, Iceman wrapped his arm around your hips, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom as your hands began tugging at his shirt.
You disconnected your lips for a second, taking a breath of air, “Are you sure about this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he answered before placing his lips on your once again.
xXx
You awoke early the next morning. Faint sunshine was streaming through your window, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. Your covers were a mess. The clothes you had worn the night before were thrown haphazardly on the floor, along with some pillows. Everything seemed perfect. Too perfect.
Thoughts began flowing through your head. They were unlike the pleasant ones that filled your mind before. They were doubtful, worrying. What was going to happen now? You glanced at the man sleeping to your right. He was so peaceful and calm. What would happen when he woke up?
The words “Why wouldn’t I be?” kept returning to your mind. Was he actually unsure? What if he didn’t actually care? Were you just another one-night stand to him? You had only known him for a month or so, too. You didn’t doubt that Iceman would play the long con for a pretty face. The thought that he had done that to you made you sick.
Suddenly, you felt something tugging at your waist. Iceman’s large arms wrapped around you, pulling your body close to his. He laid his head over your shoulder and began placing small kisses along your neck.
“Good morning,” he mumbled in between lazy kisses.
You hardly heard him. You were too lost in thought to process any noise outside of your brain. Was he buttering you up to drop you like a rock not minutes later? He had probably put his clothes on already and was only still here to tell you he would never see you again.
“Good morning,” Iceman said a little louder. He stopped peppering kisses down your neck, “How’d you sleep?”
“Fine.”
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
Iceman frowned and unattached one of his hands from your waist. He propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand still laid across your stomach. You turned to lay on your back and stared at the popcorn ceiling, refusing to meet Iceman’s gaze. While your worries weren’t confirmed, you were almost certain they would be soon. You had fallen for a Navy pilot. You did what everything had instructed you not to do.
“What’s wrong?” Iceman asked, his fingers drawing circles around your stomach.
“Nothing,” you said quietly.
“You’re lying,” he stated. Iceman took his hand off your stomach and held your cheek gently, guiding your face to look at him. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of what was troubling you.
He sighed, “You know that I love you, right?”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you said, quietly laughing to yourself at the end.
“I definitely don’t,” he scoffed, getting off his elbow and wrapping his arms around you again. He dragged you across the bed so he was spooning you from behind, “In fact, you’re the first person I’ve said that to in a long time. What made you think that?”
“I don’t know. Everybody warned me about Navy men when I moved here and I figured you wouldn’t really care about me.”
“What? I would never treat you like... however people told you Navy pilots treated women. I don’t know what would happen to me if something bad happened to you. I- I care for you a lot, Y/N, no matter how big my ego is,” he said. You could sense the cheeky grin growing on his face.
“Oh, so you’re self-aware now?” you joked.
“Mhm,” Iceman murmured, holding you tighter than he was before. For the first time since you awoke, you realized how comfortable his arms felt around you. It was like they were perfectly built to fit your waist, “I mean it when I say I love you Y/N. I hope you love me back.”
You twisted around in his arms to face him and looked him in the eyes. They were soft, unlike the night before when they were eating you alive. You couldn’t help but smile. He loved you. He really did.
“How long can you stay until?” you asked.
“As long as you need me to.”
“Good,” you said. Before joining your lips in a slow, much-needed kiss, you added, “I love you, too, Tom.”
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valmare · 11 months
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Congrats on 100 followers !!! So excited for you!
Could I get “I think I might be in some kind of love with you.” with Tom? We all know I’m an Ice gal
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Who doesn't love Ice? Here's your fluffy Kazanksy, he's just too much fun to write. Enjoy and thanks so much for your follow and your ask, babe!
Wingman
“Bradley! Bradley, come on—you like peanut butter and jelly, remember?” 
The edge of the divided alphabet plate is mere inches from nose diving off the table, threatening a mess of sticky Peter Pan and strawberry jelly on what appears to be bright-and-shiny, freshly waxed linoleum.
Locked in a staring contest with the curlicue of a five-year-old your best friend Nick Bradshaw has entrusted you with, your heart is hammering harder than you ever remember in your short lifespan. 
Feet frozen in place, your hand is extended as if somehow you’ve managed to become some kind of Jedi. Attempting to force-control Bradley Bradshaw into cooperation failed, the burp of skin on plastic is nearly deafening as his fat little finger skips across the table, flicking at the separated plate you’d set in front of him moments ago. 
“B!” The high pitch of your voice matches the heart jumping behind your ribs–never in your adult life would you have dreamed to ever be so worried about a sandwich, “please—eat your lunch, ok? Your daddy says you like PB and J,” 
Time seems to stand still. Exhausted, blood pumping hard through your ears, you feel like you’ve wrestled a bull the entire afternoon. Or maybe a Tasmanian devil. Bradley has been nothing but a high-strung ball of energy since you sent Nick and Carole off for their afternoon, insisting that things would be fine. 
In hindsight, maybe you should’ve heeded Carole’s warning of letting Bradley play outside a few hours before lunch. “He gets so cooped up and off the rails if you take him out and let him burn through some of that after-nap energy,” the gall of the woman to actually laugh, “He’s super into Indiana Jones, and you’ll be a great sub in my absence as the damsel in distress.”
But Bradley hadn’t wanted to play outside today. He’d wanted to play dinosaurs in his room with his little green army men, and together you’d both had a blast decimating Sarge and his unit with Tom the T-Rex. Blithely unaware of the gorgeous day outside and its 90 degree sunshine, A/C had been an appreciated alternative. At the time. 
 But now? You were going to either kill Nick’s kid, or die of exhaustion—whichever came first. 
Bradley had started acting up about an hour ago, when he refused to clean up the toys in his room. An all-out hissy fit had transpired as Tom the T-Rex had been violently thrown out the bedroom door, hitting the wall with a thunk. 
Feeling sorry for Tom, and staring with popped brows of surprise as Bradley screamed in his bedroom, very quickly your ovaries had shrank into near non-existence at the idea of someday willing choosing this for yourself. 
“Pizza!” He shrieks, arms flapping in tantrum like some kind of pterodactyl, which ironically matches the dinosaur on the t-shirt underneath his overalls, “I want pizza!” His little high-pitched boy voice is ringing off the walls of the military housing unit as his bottom lip begins to quiver. 
Crocodile tears well up in his soft brown eyes, angry color flaring on his chubby cheeks as he gives the plate one final shove, glaring at it like it has committed a grave offense. 
Flinching as the plastic rattles to the linoleum, you puff out a dramatic sigh and scrub your face with your be-jeweled fingers, the cool rings doing little to tame the heat fanning across the bridge of your nose. Your heart has stopped throbbing in worry over the thoroughly dead sandwich, pulse returning to some kind of normal between your ears. 
Gnawing at your bottom lip in defeat, you eyeball the splattered peanut butter and jelly and brea. It’s flattened and thoroughly stuck to the floor as Bradley leans over the side of his booster to look at his handiwork. Blinking at it, he looks back to you without even missing a beat, before grabbing the Flintstone cup of milk and taking a long swig. 
“Pizza,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes, crossing to the head of the table. “You win, kiddo. Pizza it is.” You’ve never felt more defeat in your life, which is really saying something, because the taste of second place is something you’re all too familiar with being friends with Nick Bradshaw and his motley crew of stick jockey aviators. 
Grabbing your purse, you retrieve your wallet and march to the phone mounted on the wall. Spinning the numbers, you order a pizza for yourself and the Bradshaw demon now absolutely adorably singing a song he must’ve picked up from his father, and hung up after the deadbeat clerk monotoned a goodbye. 
Plunking down in a chair, your elbows hit the table and cradle your head as you sigh out a breath from the base of your gut. A headache is starting to bloom behind your eyes, and sweat is beading down the length of your spine, drawing your t-shirt and jeans to your skin in the most unpleasant way possible.
Toes curling against the linoleum in an effort to release tension, Bradley begins singing his ABCs in the cutest way possible. 
You jump when the phone releases a shrill shriek across the kitchen. For a minute your mind jogs, trying to remember if Carole had asked you to take any calls.
Nick had told you to go ahead and use the phone for anything you may need—slipping out of the chair, you slide across the floor in your socks and pluck it off the receiver, cradling it between your clavicle and ear. 
“Bradshaw house,” you sing into the line. Bradley is pushing himself out from the table, scrambling out of the booster to race up the stairs, shrieking for his stuffed animal dog that you have since learned is named Bongo. Covering the receiver, you call for Bradley to please come back downstairs before returning to the call, “How can I help?” 
“Sounds like you’re having fun, sweetheart.” 
Heart slamming to an all-stop in your chest, you inhale a sharp breath. A surprised squeaks managed past your strangled vocal chords, and heat jumping into your blood is immediate.
Replaying his words through your mind, you imagine him leaning through the doorway of the barracks, phone in hand, dragging the cord along as he talks to you. 
Tom Kazanksy has always been a pacer when it comes to talking on the phone. It’s something you learned from Nick himself, who has told you numerous times that Iceman can’t keep it together when he’s on a call. Especially with you.
Goose was practically ass-over-tea kettle about this, Ice glaring at him behind his aviators as you’d given him a goofy grin, picturing the idea as nothing short of hilarious. 
The man as cold as ice, tethered by a phone cord every time he picked up the receiver. It was laughable. Actually hilarious. Ice was many things—poised, cool, calculative in ways that were nearly frightening. He seemed far too collected to be the kind that walks when he’s on the phone—that’s your thing.
Fidgeting is a quirk of yours that simultaneously amuses and drives Ice up the wall, which seems counterproductive. 
But like many things about Iceman Kazansky, there’s a lot that doesn’t make sense. 
Keeping you on your toes is just one of the many things that makes your relationship with Kazansky interesting. He’s the ying to your yang, the cool to your hot. You’re wound tighter than a frickin’ Rolex, and Tom is as smooth as butter in every way that counts.
He’s excelling in his career, making the right decisions, drawing the right attention—and you’re stalled out working at the local garage, tinkering on whatever junk manages to hit the pavement. 
Quiet and reserved, Ice is the epitome of charm and elegance. You’re basically the wild card in life’s chaotic game of Uno, forever handing your boyfriend a draw 25 of every crazy thing your life may hand him.
Honestly, how the two of you make it work is unbelievable—you’ve been dating for eight months. You were sure any day Ice would wake up from the hellish nightmare that is your crazy life and leave you, but he'd only seemed locked in for good. 
Fairly certain that meeting your parents in NOLA would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, you were dead surprised when Ice had told you he actually loved your family. Your father had done nothing but interrogate the man like a dog with a bone about his career, his plans—all the kills his fancy rank boasted.
And mama? Oh, boy. She’d fussed over him to no end, insisting his skinny ass needed plumped up before your return at Christmas. 
“What are they feeding him in California, sweetie? Look at that waist! I could snap him in two. Make sure you feed ‘im good—the way to a man’s heart is through his gut, after all.” 
Your mother didn’t understand that you didn’t live together, weren’t cooking for Ice, and could take no responsibility for his eating habits. She’d just pooh-pooh’d your entire protest away, promising to send you both home with grocery money and a few recipes for your box.
You’d stuck them to the fridge with a magnet, Ice just chuckling at your mumble that your parents were the most embarrassing life-givers on the entire planet. 
Arms snaked around your wrist, chin on your shoulder, he’d rocked you back and forth on his feet while smiling at the recipes now stuck on the front of your Frigidaire.
“I like your parents, my love. They’re….sweet?” The word was so foreign from him, it had made you snort. 
“Overbearing and nosy, but thanks for playing,” you’d shook your head and lazily hung your hands from his thick forearms crossing over your chest, “I can’t wait to meet your folks, Ice. Your mom seems so amazing.” 
“You’re talking to my mom?” 
Laughing, “Of course I am! You gave me their number, silly.” 
“I gave you my parents’ number for when I’m there, princess. I didn’t expect you to cultivate a relationship with Admiral Kazanksy’s wife.” Pressing a heavy kiss to your jaw, the blonde stubble on his cheek was divine as it brushed against the apple of yours. 
Giggling in his embrace, your nose scrunches up as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. “Careful there, Tommy. Mrs. Admiral Kazansky kinda has a nice ring to it.” 
His eyes had never sparkled so richly as they had that day in your kitchen, catching the insinuation you’d thrown in your little universe. Ice is everything you are not in the way that he is as unreadable as a blank page, whereas you’re easy reading, like phonebook. It goes with his graceful stoicism, his quiet demeanor. 
Which is maybe why the two of you work. He balances you out, reigns you in when necessary but loves your unbridled fire. You add color to the otherwise black-and-white pages of Tom Kazanksy’s mission dossier of life, and while you haven’t exactly figured out if that’s a plus or not—Goose, Mav, Slider and everyone else that knows him assures you that you’re the best thing that’s ever stumbled, literally, into Kazanksy’s universe. 
You smile at the muffle of voices hanging at the back of the call. Tom is obviously not alone, which amuses you to no end.
“Oh yeah, y’know how it goes, Kazansky—couldn’t be better. Goose’s kid is just the best child a babysitter could ever ask for.” The drama is not lost in your voice. 
Tom barks out a laugh, and you imagine he’s shaking his head at you. “I can imagine. Bradley is a little shit when he wants to be.” He says something to someone beyond the call before returning to the phone, “So, about tomorrow. I wanted to ask you—”
Curling the phone cord around your index finger, you check over your shoulder as a shriek erupts from the hallway. Whipping about, Bradley shoots down the stairs, suddenly naked from the waist down and missing the overalls his mother had dressed him in that morning.
Eyes popping wide, he is screaming with a Superman action figure and his father’s dog tags hanging from his neck, face twisted in a horror that you’ve only ever seen portrayed on television. 
Somehow, Bradley’s hair and shirt is wet. Which can only mean—
“Oh my gosh! Bradley! Bradley, come back—” dropping the phone and lunging for the toddler, you half remember your boyfriend is on the other end of the call, and right as Bradley races into the kitchen you grab the receiver. Scrambling to right the phone back to your ear, “Ice, I really have–” but he’s laughing. At you.
“This isn’t funny, Tom!” 
“It’s fucking hilarious, baby,” his voice is that smooth rasp that makes you shiver as he clucks a chuckle into the phone, “but hold tight. I’ll be over there in fifteen minutes,” he’s calling for someone to tell him the time before he returns. “Think you can keep the gosling alive long enough for me to get there?” 
Your eyes are shooting daggers at the wall as you sneer at nothing. “I hate you sometimes,” 
Hissing out a noise that sounds like it would be paired with a wince, his mocking, “Ouch, princess,” doesn’t match the lilt in the back of his words. “Don’t burn down the house, I’ll be right there. Hang tight, grease monkey.” He’s been calling you grease monkey since knowing you, and it’s become more of a pet name than anything. 
Unraveling, grateful help is imminent, you’re too stubborn to tell him that. Ice is good at everything, and something about watching Goose’s offspring niggles the thought that you want to be better at this than him in the back of your head. Biting the inside of your cheek, you hum suspiciously over the phone. 
 “Just get over here, Kazansky.” Dropping the phone to the receiver, you turn to rush into the living space in search of Bradley. 
You swear to God you can hear him laughing behind the door fifteen minutes later when he knocks, letting himself into the kitchen from the screen door.
Sunglasses on, dressed informally in a t-shirt and tight Wranglers, he’s got a baseball glove under his arm that he drops to the table when Bradley races to the front door, arms splayed wide upon sight. 
“Iceman!” Bradley launches himself at Ice’s legs, wrapping chunky little arms around the man’s thighs, “I didn’t know you were coming!”
He’s bouncing as Ice bends to lift him under his arms to his hip, messing the kid’s hair with his fingers.
“You gonna play ball with me, Ice?” 
Ice’s smile is genuine as the kid pops off his callsign, no sweat. “You know it, kiddo. Gotta get my favorite shortstop ready for the Phillies, right?”
Bradley’s face couldn’t be any brighter as you lean against the threshold of the living room, arms crossed over your chest as you watch Ice interact with Goose’s son.
“How have you been, Bradley?” 
“Gooooood,” the boy giggles and draws out the double-o of the word like children do, breaking off into another giggle as Ice wiggles his fingers into his soft stomach, “can we go play?” 
“Yeah, bud. Go grab your mit and we’ll toss a few,” setting Bradley to his feet, he sends the boy off with a light swat to his rear, Bradley beelining past you to whip up the stairs. He's chanting Ice’s name with childlike joy nearly bubbling out of him. 
Ice considers the state of the sandwich you still haven’t cleaned up off the floor before looking to you with a raised brow. The corner of his mouth ticks up into a light smirk as he slips the aviators off, hanging them from the collar of his t-shirt as his eyes move about the living space, easily.
You can see he’s calculating, and something shoots down your spine to ricochet off your uterus. 
Good god he’s handsome. Sexy as all get out with close-cropped blonde hair, eyes bright enough to melt steel. He can level you with nothing but a smile, make you forget your name the way he kisses you. You might as well be dead when he says your name.
Thinking through all the times he's called you his, wondering if you’ll ever get tired of it, heat in your blood blossoms to your face. You suddenly warmer than you thought possible in the A/C of Goose’s house. 
Crossing the kitchen in a few long strides, he reaches for you. Hand sliding home at your hip as you smile at him, he bridges the daylight hanging between you and shuffles your hips flush with his. Smiling at you crookedly, his eyes track yours. Reaching for a curl that’s fallen from your clip, he tucks it behind your ear. 
“Help has arrived, princess,” he teases you, low. “Holding up okay?” His voice is quiet, smoky. Dangerous.
Every one of his words hits you right in that little spot between your legs, which has not stopped aching since you laid eyes on this man eight months ago. 
“Thanks for coming over,” you coo, lips parting into a little smile. “I’m alright, just tired. Should’ve known I’d need my wingman–you should’ve been here for lunch,” nodding past his shoulder to the mess still living beside Bradley’s booster, your bottom lip rolls inward sheepishly. “Peter Pan and Smuckers crashed and burned.” Your nose scrunches up, teasingly. “I needed reinforcements.” 
He snorts a little, brow lifted knowingly. “So I gathered.” 
“You’re such a jerk,” you try not to chuckle, but that look he’s giving you makes it impossible. 
He shrugs, flippantly. “Yeah, but you like that kind of thing,“ fingers skipping down the full curve of your cheek, they anchor at your chin and tip you head back just so. “I’m here now, love.” 
Somehow your eyes just know to drop to half mast as your heart kicks up a few beats against your ribs. His head angles in that kissable way, and before you can even remember to breathe, his mouth brushes against yours tentatively, seeking out a kiss. Grabbing the front of his shirt, fingers fisting into the material, you edge him a little closer until he seals the deal, kissing you long and hard and slow. 
His other thick hand is moving to rest at the curve of your neck and shoulder, thumb delicately brushing against the column of your throat as he moans a little into your mouth. Gasping a little, you suck at his bottom lip, tongue carefully slipping between his teeth to lathe a little against his own. Suddenly the room is spinning as he’s bracing an arm against the threshold of the kitchen, backing you against the sheetrock as his hand moves to cup the curve of your cheek. 
“Ice,” you whine between his mouth moving against yours. Every nerve is on fire, and you can suddenly taste and feel nothing but his heat as it crashes against your chest. “I—” 
“Mmm,” his fingers curl into the flesh of your hip, harder if possible, and he presses his weight forward with his hips, against yours, pinning you against the sheetrock even farther. “It’s okay,” he enunciates with rough exhale, “Bradley is fine—” 
Knees basically gelatin and as if on cue,  you hear Bradley’s little feet upstairs. He’s talking to Tom the T-rex, looking for his glove before he cries for you to come upstairs. It’s painful, brushing Tom’s hand away from where it’s tracing the soft skin beneath your navel under your shirt, but you have to. 
Groaning in irritation before breaking your kiss with Tom, your gaze moves to the ceiling. Tom’s eyes do as well, and he sighs a little in defeat before putting his hands up, stepping back to allow you to slide away, towards the stairs. 
“I’m coming, Bradley,” you call up the stairs, your voice not nearly as strong as you’d like it to be. “I’m sorry, baby, I—” His smile is slow as he nods in understanding, and he smooths his hand over his mouth, you not missing the flush on his face. 
You rake your hair back as you’re about to take the stairs two at a time, but you stop when Ice’s big hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. Looking to his hand briefly, your eyes track up to find him, your face painted with the silent question of “What’s wrong?” that you don’t even need to ask.
“You know I love you, right?” 
Heart skyrocketing into the back of your throat before it melts back between your ribs, the corner of your mouth lifts in a soft smile as you shrug a shoulder. Winking at him, you step forward onto the stairs, hand falling from his grasp as Ice moves to track you up the stairs. Over your shoulder, you smile at him and nod—you absolutely know you’re in love with Tom Kazanksy, it isn’t even a question. 
“And I think I might be in some kind of love with you too, Kazansky. Maybe just a little.” Your fingers pinch to indicate a little amount,  nose scrunched up in that way you always do that makes him roll his eyes and shake his head. You round the corner of the open staircase, but backtrack a few steps to peek around the corner. 
“But in case you forget, Iceman—I love you too.” 
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Monster under my bed
Y/n: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Jake, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
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callsignmercy · 1 year
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No fear - Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky.
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Prompt: Tom Kazansky has no fear. But maybe almost losing you can change that.
Words: ~3k
Warning: Iceman being a dick, crying, near death experience, language? Happy ending, fluff, Charlie being nice.
Note: Happy 100 followers to me! Thanks you everyone. Here’s an Iceman fic for you! Still having a writer’s block but hopefully I can get rid of it soon. Highly unedited. English is not my first language. Sorry for the easy vocabulary and bad grammar. Please do not republish translate or do whatever to my work.
Y/C/S: your call sign
Your RIO’s name and callsign: Jack/Sunset.
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Lieutenant Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky has no fear. He flies fast, with precision and never misses the target. As they say, ice cold, no mistake. And you resent him with every fibre of your being.
He’s so obnoxious and arrogant, always sure of himself. Everything that you are not. You’re cute and nice and kind and you wish you could show that side of your personality but in the field you’re in it’s impossible. Unless you want to be stepped on. You’re a woman, which doesn’t help your case in the first place, but being nice on top of it? No way. So you fake a mean attitude all the time, as well as a confident personality and you try to not take shit from anyone.
It’s hard but you manage.
The Top Gun class of ‘86 welcomed a woman for the first time in history and you wanted to make women all over the USA proud of it. You had fierce opponents like Maverick and Iceman but you wanted to prove them all that you were fit for the task.
They had all pretty much tried to flirt with you since the beginning of the week but you didn’t pay them any mind, not wanting to be affiliated with any of them. People might think that you were trying to get points by flirting with the others and you didn’t want any of that, so you stayed away from them.
The only one that didn’t come after you was Iceman. You didn’t really know why considering his RIO even asked you out, but you were grateful that at least one of them had a little decency.
He was polite and said hello to you whenever you passed each other in the halls and smiled at you but nothing more.
During a night out at the bar that you were mainly spending alone as your own RIO had decided he was gonna try his luck with one of the girls there.
Sitting at the bar you were nursing your cocktail, paying no mind to anyone, trying to have a little fun but not really succeeding in the task. The sound was too loud for your liking and the bar was packed. You couldn’t turn without bumping into someone. You really hated this kind of atmosphere but you played the part, not wanting to be considered dull for not enjoying yourself.
Your RIO kind of forced you to come, so you had to fake having fun but you would rather be in your room, reading a book or watching a movie right now.
Iceman noticed you sitting alone at the bar and walked up to you. “Having fun round here?” He asked. “Best time of my life.” You said sarcastically. “I can see that. Why are you sitting here alone?” “I don’t feel like talking to anyone or just being here altogether but Sunset kinda forced me to come, so here I am.” “You don’t like parties?” “No, I do, it’s just that it’s too packed and too loud for my liking and I don’t have any friends other than Jack and he just left to go see some girl so I’m on my own.” You answered.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, which surprised you. “I wouldn’t want to make you miss the party or the opportunity to get home with a girl. I can stay on my own, don't worry. You should go back out there.” “It’s alright I don’t feel like it tonight, do you want to go get some food?” “Really?” “Yeah.” He smiled. “Alright.” You bit your lip. “Let me just go tell my RIO and I’ll meet you at the door.”
He nodded and you went to see Jack to tell him you were leaving. A few minutes later you met Tom at the door and you walked the few metres that separated you from the diner.
You spent the evening talking and laughing with Tom. It felt easy and nice to be able to talk with someone other than your RIO. You didn’t feel like he was trying to flirt with you which felt nice for a change.
After a few hours you both went back to base and he bid you goodnight before going back to his own dorm room.
You went to sleep that night with a smile on your face and the feeling that you had made a new friend and didn’t feel so lonely anymore.
As you headed to class the next morning you harboured a soft smile on your face which differed from the hard look you usually had. When you entered the classroom all the guys were already here smirking at you. Your smile disappeared as you felt this couldn’t be a good omen.
You decided to sit down next to your RIO, as usual, without paying any mind to any of them but they kept smirking and shaking their heads.
“What’s happening?” You whispered to Jack. “Apparently you slept with Iceman last night.” He murmured. “Excuse me?” You said, louder than expected.
You turned your head to Iceman. “Care to explain?” You asked him with a cold tone. “It’s okay sweetheart. I asked where he went last night and he told me he left with you and he didn’t deny when I asked him if you fucked so…” Slider answered for him. “Why are you lying to them? You know nothing happened between us.” You exclaimed, still looking at Tom, ignoring the others. He shrugged, unphased and you scoffed, shaking your head before facing the board in front of you as Charlie came through the door.
You tried to focus on the course Charlie was teaching but knowing that nobody respected you anymore because of a simple lie was destroying you inside.
You knew people would assume you really did it, and that you did it to get in Ice’s good favour and score more points like this. And on top of everything, you knew that if it were to be known by any superiors, you might be dismissed and removed from the program for it, ultimately penalising your RIO as well. The image of women in the navy and in any army corps would be worsened and they wouldn’t be taken seriously anymore as everyone would assume they were all like you.
You almost cried in the middle of the classroom that day, thinking about what you had done. Which, in the end was, well…nothing. And yet, men won again.
So that day you decided that for the remaining of the thirteen weeks of the program, you wouldn’t talk to any of them, unless absolutely necessary, and keep any communication to the bare minimum.
And you had never felt so lonely in your life.
You weren’t the nice, kind and cute woman you were before entering Top Gun, or the stern, emotionless woman you appeared to be at the beginning of the program. Now you were just plain empty. Neutral face on, at all times, no more smiles, no more charisma, no more hellos and goodbyes to your comrades. You didn’t speak a word to them anymore, you didn’t smile at them, didn’t participate in class, nor volunteered for anything. Everything felt dull.
Jack, your RIO felt it too, even though you still spoke to him, he felt like you weren’t your usual self. He knew the real you, the cute and kind you, the always nice and polite you but now this part of you was gone.
“Are you alright?” Charlie asked you one day at the end of a class as the last of your comrades walked out the door. You put on a fake smile and nodded. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know. I can see something is wrong. Also Maverick told me.” She admitted. Your smile faded as she spoke the last words. “Then you already know the answer.” “You know, they’re still boys in their head, they don’t understand that we feel emotions differently than them and they don’t know how such lies can affect our lives. They believe it’s pointless, that nobody will pay any mind to it but they’re wrong. Maverick and Goose know it, if it can make you feel better. They know you didn’t do anything and it was just a lie. They feel sad because you don’t talk to them anymore, they really enjoyed your company the first few days before it happened. They told me that you were really nice and that they enjoyed talking with you and Sunset.” You gave her a small crooked smile before thanking her and leaving as well.
At the end of the thirteen weeks Iceman and Slider won Top Gun with you and Sunset coming second. You didn’t really mind that they won, you managed to make some people proud and you hoped women would be more considered now that you had proven you were capable.
Everyone was having a really nice time at the party. You were conversing with Jack when you saw Iceman approaching you both. You turned your back to him, still not ready to face him nor talk to him. You knew he wasn’t going to apologise for anything.
You didn’t see it, but his expression saddened when he saw you turn your back to him. Jack saw it too and understood your move. He got up to approach Iceman in order for him not to get too close to you. “I just wanted to say congratulations to you both.” Iceman said. “You did a really great job together.” “Thanks man, we really appreciate it.” Jack answered, shaking Tom’s hand.
Iceman’s eyes wandered above your RIO’s shoulder, seeing you were still ignoring him. He smiled at Sunset again and left with a small sigh.
“Thanks for this.” You told your RIO. “I’ve always got you, you know that.” You gave him a small smile. “Why do you still not want to talk to him? It’s been like twelve weeks.” “You don’t understand the power a small lie like that holds. It can literally ruin my career.” “How so?” He asked kindly. “Well first of all, he lied to everyone, it’s something everyone believed I did, and after that everyone was going to think that I slept with him to get an advantage on the ranking. Second of all, if it were to be known by any of our superiors I could have been sent back to our squadron, and you would have too, because we’re a team here. Ultimately losing any opportunity we had to finish Top Gun and humiliating every woman in the navy because I couldn’t keep it in my pants so every man would assume we were all like that and not give us chances anymore.” “Wow, I didn’t really think about all that.” He said, stunned. “Yeah, well now it’s done so let’s just go back to our lives and hopefully not see any of them again.”
Your hopes were cut short as you were immediately called for a secret mission along with Maverick and Goose and obviously Iceman and Slider.
As you were getting ready to go on the mission the next day, Iceman came up to you. “Hey, can we talk?” You jumped at the sound of his voice. “Jesus, give a girl a warning.” You replied coldly. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to apologise.” “Okay, but I do not forgive you.” His expression dropped at your words. “Understandable.” Your face remained stoic while looking at him. “I don’t know why I did what I did, that was really stupid of me.” As you didn’t reply he kept going. “I really liked you, still do actually. And I realised how stupid of me it was to have lied like that.” “Then why did you do it?” “Honestly I don’t know, it was just supposed to be a joke and then Slider told everyone and it escalated and I’m sorry.” “You know I really liked spending that evening with you, I thought we were friends and then you screwed me over for no reason.”
“I know I’m sorry.” He replied, head low. “I wanted to ask you out on a real date.” “Well it’s too late now isn’t it? You’ve wasted every chance you had. And you know what? I think I would’ve said yes, because you were the only one that didn’t hit on me and the only one with whom I felt truly happy being with. But you’ve wasted this. And maybe I could’ve been happy right now, instead of being sad.” You say gripping your bag and walking out the door.
A few days later you were risking your life along with your RIO, and four of your Top Gun comrades trying to shoot down enemy MIGs. Maverick managed to shoot down three of them but one was following you and you didn’t seem to be able to lose him.
That’s when you felt it. Bullets shot through your F14 and you started losing altitude. Being unable to control your plane you quickly got closer to the ground. “Eject Y/C/S! Eject! Eject!” You heard Iceman scream through your helmet. Panic came over you as you were trying to recover your plane and not kill yourself and your RIO in the process. “For the love of God Y/C/S eject!” He shouted and you almost felt like you heard his voice break.
As Iceman saw your plane get closer and closer to the ground his eyes welled with tears. “Y/N!” He couldn’t help but scream. And as you nearly crashed on the ground you managed to restart your aircraft and shoot up to the sky. A sigh of relief could be heard from everyone through your helmet. “Why the hell didn’t you eject Y/C/S? You and Sunset could have died!” Maverick was the first to speak. “I went through something like that before, I knew I could escape and save my plane.” You replied. Iceman didn’t say a word, he was traumatised. He didn’t want to think about what could have happened to you and how he would have coped with it. It was all too much for him.
You managed to shoot down an enemy plane after that and complete the mission. The three aircrafts landed on the carrier. You didn’t want to think about what could have happened up there so you got down your plane quickly, followed by your RIO. “I’m sorry I put your life in danger, I shouldn’t have done that.” “It’s alright, I knew you’d either save the plane or we’d have to eject. I was waiting for your instructions, I trust you with my life.” You give him a soft smile and head to the office to debrief the mission.
On the other side of the carrier Iceman is stuck in his plane, not being able to move. Slider gets up from his seat and looks at his pilot. “Hey, you alright man?” Iceman’s head shoots up. “Yeah, uhm yeah, I’ll meet you inside.” He replies.
It took him a few more minutes and a mechanic to get him down from his plane. “You okay Lieutenant?” The mechanic asked. “Uhm, yeah sorry.” Tom replied and got up from his seat.
He headed towards the conference room walking at a slow pace, trying not to think about you. As he got up the stairs and opened the door to enter the premises he was surprised to see you sat down behind it. You were hugging your knees, holding your helmet and tears made their way up your eyes but didn’t seem to go down your face yet. You quickly wiped your face when you heard the door open and hurried to get up on your feet. Only to see that it was Iceman standing in front of you.
He looked at you for a few seconds before speaking. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that?” He said quietly, hurt evident in his voice. You looked down. “Is it going to become a habit? Breaking each other’s hearts like that?” He said and your head shoots up to look at him. “I could have lost you today and I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened. Because now I can still pretend you’re going to forgive me for what I did and I still have a chance to be with you but if you had died then there would be nothing giving me hope anymore.” “Do you really believe what you said?” “Of course I do. I would never be able to apologise enough for what I did but I hope one day you can forgive me and my stupidity and actually go on a date with me.” He said hopefully.
You take a look to your right and left to see if anyone was there and grab Tom’s collar and pull him to you, crashing your lips on his. He was surprised for a second but quickly returned the kiss and pushed you softly behind an electrical panel so no one could see you. You break the kiss, gasping for air and smiling like a high school girl kissing her crush. He smiles back and kisses you again.
Now Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky only has one fear, the fear of losing you. But the joy of loving you is stronger than anything.
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Fatal Attraction — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader
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Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Female!Reader (18+)
Description: Much like every other person that came across Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, you had developed quite the crush on him. What made you different, though, was that you were the niece of his direct superior. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he shouldn’t entertain the idea in the slightest, but a little teasing never killed anyone, right?
Warnings: Explicit language, insane dirty talk, semi-possessive Iceman, sexual thoughts and tension, allusions to smut, so much pining, degradation kink, Iceman not wanting to pull a Maverick, Iceman doing just that. You know the drill.
Word Count: 4,279.
A/N: Not only was this much longer than I expected, but it ended up being much dirtier. I’M SORRY, Iceman just does something to me. He does something to all of us. Val Kilmer, you will PAY FOR THIS.
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Another Friday morning. How lovely.
You were currently making your way to Commander Mike Metcalf’s office, commonly known around those grounds as Viper. The skylight beaming throughout the windows of the naval building illuminated the hallway before you, further reminding you of just how tired you were.
Every single day for the entire month that you were in San Diego, your uncle would forget his lunch. In several ways, his unintentional forgetfulness reminded you very deeply of your father, further proving just why those two were best friends. Had it not been for you, the containers so articulately and thoughtfully prepared by your aunt would have remained right where she left them on the granite countertop.
The first time it happened, you figured that you would just take it to the base on your way out, seeing as you had a few light errands to run. That was all it took for that very action to become a key part of your daily routine for the entire duration of your visit. You would never complain, though. Not when you were happily occupying the guest bedroom in his very, very beautiful house.
To be quite fair, not all of it was so bad. It thrilled you to see the stunning aircrafts taking off on the runways as you stole glances out of the windows, and it was always fun to hang out in your uncle’s office. The best parts, however, were the pilots.
God, the pilots.
The naval aviators studying at Top Gun were nothing short of cocky, but it wasn’t as if they had no reason to be. They were young, they were the best at what they did, they were hot shit— they were the future of the Navy. The very world was at their fingertips, and they were well aware of that fact.
Your uncle had warned you about these men. Some of them got a bit too cocky, resulting in them crashing and burning. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, as brutal as that was. For the most part, you heeded his warnings with ease, taking the warmest comfort in knowing that his expertise on the subject had been perfected over the course of your entire lifetime. You had been flirted with by quite a few of the men, but it never seemed to have any impact on you. None of them really captured your interest, nor did they properly catch your eye.
Well— none of them except Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, of course.
From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you were completely hooked. You had no idea whether it was because of his undeniably indescribable beauty, his electrifyingly powerful aura, his domineering and enigmatic attitude, his precision when flying, his irresistibly alluring charm, or his very evident intellect. All you knew was that whatever it was, it completely consumed you. It devoured you.
Never in your life had you hungered for another human being so deeply. The very sight of him set your heart ablaze, despite him acting as a walking example of everything your uncle warned you against.
In your most humble defense, you thought your uncle should consider himself lucky that you weren't madly in love with Maverick, but that was another story.
The very thought of Iceman put quite the smile on your face as you entered the vacant office, any remainder of sleep in your eyes disappearing into thin air. You inhaled sharply as a means to take a deep breath and sauntered over to his desk, absentmindedly leaving the door open behind you.
Your mind began to wander in just the few seconds it took for you to walk. What was Iceman doing? Would he be happy to see you, if he even did? How did flying go today? Did Maverick piss him off again? You didn’t even have to ask that one, you already knew what the answer was.
What went through that pretty head of his? After asking yourself the question, you realized just how much you truly wanted to know the answer to it. Even though you had only been in his presence for just a month and you had only slightly conversed with one another, you wanted to know everything there was to know about the enigmatic man. You wanted to know why he was the way he was, why he did the things that he did. Everything. You wanted to go back to where it all began, you wanted to know every minute detail that he probably hadn’t even noticed himself. You wanted to know if the cheeky little glances and the few devious smirks he’d flash you whenever you briefly spoke meant anything, or if that was just something he did to everyone.
After just a moment, a very particular voice rang through your ears like no other, your heart falling to your feet once you heard it. You hadn’t even reached the desk once it pierced your ears; the containers were still in your hand.
“There she is.”
You turned your head and there he was.
A subtly grinning Tom Kazansky, fully adorned in his flight suit. Because of how engulfed you were in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realize that training must have been over. Men had been roaming the halls outside the office for a few minutes now, much to your chagrin. That man in particular, however, noticed you the second he entered the building.
Immediately, your lips were curling into a wide grin, not even being able to fight your excitement as you giggled at just the sight of him. Trying to hold your composure as calmly as possible, you turned and set the containers on Viper’s desk, your back now facing him. “Good morning, Ice.”
Had you not missed making an appearance yesterday, you felt as though you would have been much more collected. It was the only day in the past month that you didn’t show up to drop off lunch, and the Iceman withdrawal was hitting you with the intensity of ten hammers. The thing that bothered you the most about it was the fact that he couldn’t have been thinking about you. No, of course not. While you were lying awake at the thought of not seeing Tom Kazansky for the first time in a month, you were sure that he was chatting up some blonde, sipping his ice water with his aviators on his stupidly beautiful face.
That asshole.
“I missed you yesterday.” He told you so casually, treating the words as if they were as simple as him asking you what the weather was. To him, the words were nothing more than a simple little fact, but to you, they were the warmest sentiment you had ever received. Your heart both stopped and sped up as your eyes widened, your back still turned to him.
You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard his words, something that did not go unnoticed by him. Your eyebrows were furrowed as your widened eyes stayed firmly on the surface of the desk. Your fingers were still lightly planted on the containers while you stood, not even looking over your shoulder as you spoke before you could think. “You noticed I was gone?”
Iceman was aware of your reaction the second you froze. He didn’t fight the smirk that was forming on his face, seeing as your back was still turned to him. Had you been looking at him, he wouldn’t have embarrassed you with the way his gaze was glued to your figure. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his eyes were heavily clouded with lust as they were planted on you. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his cheek was hollowed from the way he was biting the inside of it. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way he was eye-fucking you the same way you did to him whenever he had his back to you.
Within the next few seconds, though, the words that fell from his lips seemed to be what sent you over the edge. You could practically hear your heart pounding out of your chest as you felt your entire body heat up. Weirdly enough, even as hot as your skin felt, you felt goosebumps rising along your spine.
“I notice a lot of things about you.”
That was enough for you to finally let go of the container, making an attempt to face him very casually. Your body turned and you immediately cleared your throat at the sight of him, trying your hardest to disguise it as something very normal. Even under all of his aviation gear, you could see that his toned body was a bit tense. His sunglasses must have been in one of his pockets, seeing as you had a full view of his face.
“Like?” You further egged him on, mentally patting yourself on the back for it.
“Yeah, that’s right. Fall into the trap. Take the bait. Come on.” You thought to yourself as you gazed over at him, silently hoping he wouldn’t examine your face the way you were trying to examine his.
You silently hoped that he would be oblivious to your feelings about him, but even the furthest person in the building could identify the lust in your eyes. You were blinking almost every second as a means to suppress your excitement, but there was no use. His eyes were firmly fixated on yours, and you could feel your heart continue to race as a result. You wondered if he saw the look in your eyes for what it was; a mixture of lust, desire, and admiration.
For someone as cold as Iceman was, he was not an asshole. He could see the look in your eyes as clear as day, of course he could. He recognized that very look in nearly every woman that looked at him. The most notable difference, though, was that he wanted you to look at him.
To say that Tom Kazansky had quite an effect on people, typically women, was an extreme understatement. From his enchantingly full lips, to his quite muscularly toned frame, to his domineering aura, even to his precision, it was safe to say that he knew all eyes were on him when he entered a room. For the love of all that is holy, he’s Iceman.
He’d be a fool to think that he wasn’t the subject of most people’s desires, and a fool was the last thing he was.
Regardless of how he knew people gawked at him, dreamt of him, and even craved him, none of it seemed to truly capture his interest. For all that it was worth, the man was practically next to unattainable. He liked to have fun, yes, but all of his focus went to flying. It was very safe to say that people were able to catch his eye, but never his interest.
Everyone except you, that is.
From the moment you caught his eye on the first day you came, he was intrigued. The pure confusion in your eyes as you tried to navigate the corridors had him in quite a trance, which did not go unnoticed by his friends.
“Slider, who is that?” The words fell from his lips with what was almost an embarrassing amount of interest. His eyes fixated on you as if he was scared to look away.
Slider glanced over at you once he heard his friend ask the question, his eyebrows raising at the sight. There was no denying that you were a beautiful woman. From the way your precious sundress hugged your waist and flowed just to your mid-thigh, Iceman had to nudge Slider to prevent him from devouring your body with his eyes. In doing so, Slider figured that he was telling him to back off. He figured that he was claiming you, and due to the fact that Slider was very highly up Iceman’s ass, he would oblige.
Before he could answer, you met both of their gazes and took a sharp breath, assuming that they were silently laughing at you for how lost you were. You flashed a gentle smile once you saw Slider kindly nod at you as a greeting, making your way over.
“Excuse me.” Your heavenly voice filled Iceman’s ears, causing him to stand up straight. You were speaking to Slider when you went over, but once you caught a glimpse of the man beside him, your mind went completely blank. Your lips parted as you gazed up at him, blinking a few times before you forced the words out. “Do you know where I can find Mike Metcalf’s office?”
“Viper?” Iceman asked with furrowed eyebrows, knowing you must not have been from around there by the way you neglected Viper’s callsign. You rolled your eyes at your own mistake and let out a small giggle, nodding your head.
“Yes, I’m sorry. He’s my uncle, I was just dropping by because he forgot his lunch.” You sweetly told the two pilots, both of them clearly quite surprised at the revelation.
“No, no way. You’re too pretty to be related to Viper.” Slider casually remarked, earning one of the coldest glares that Iceman could conjure up. You let a small laugh out at the flattery, shaking your head slightly in response.
“He’s my dad’s best friend. I’ve just known him as my uncle my whole life.” You gently spoke, a cheeky little grin on your face as you decided to tease the taller man. “I’ll tell your commander that you said that.”
Slider’s life flashed before his eyes as Iceman let out a cool chuckle at your words, causing you to silently and subtly swoon. You glanced over at him with a warm grin, your breath hitching in your throat as you finally met his intense gaze.
“Two doors to the left, sweetheart. You were almost there.” Iceman told you in a tone that would’ve made anyone fold right then and there, the smirk on his face tying it all up. You immediately swallowed once you felt your mouth water and shifted in your stance, not being able to help the smile that was on your face.
“Thank you, um…” You began, now noticing that they hadn’t introduced themselves to you.
Slider opened his mouth to speak, but it was no use. Iceman was already politely extending his large hand, the size of it almost making you faint.
“Iceman.” He stated it in a way that you couldn’t properly identify. It wasn’t cocky, but it was definitely sure of himself. Yes, that was it. He was very sure of himself.
You shifted the container to one of your hands and used your free one to grip his, the firmness in both of your hands as you shook causing you to suppress a literal moan. Your hand was quite small and warm, as opposed to his large, cold one. Your skin was soft; his was calloused. You didn’t want to let go, but any second longer would have resulted in you just pouncing on him.
“Iceman.” You repeated in a mutter, causing his smirk to return and his attraction to replace all hints of professionalism that still remained in his expression. You took a deep breath and retracted your hand, kindly smiling at the pair of them as you snapped out of it. “Thank you both.”
Once you began to walk away, Iceman made no attempt to hide the fact that he was gazing at you. Your figure was now an image that was burned into his memory, something that came in handy in his dirtiest and most desperate moments. You truly would never know that Iceman had taken quite an interest in you long before you had taken one in him.
“Viper’s niece. There’s your answer.” Slider chirped out as an answer to his former question, looking down at his watch.
“Not biologically.” Iceman responded in a way that sounded all too familiar, causing him to furrow his own eyebrows. He didn’t even know where that came from.
“Yeah, Ice, good luck with that. See how well Commander Viper would take you being laid up with his niece, blood or not.” Slider dryly laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t pull a Maverick.”
The reference to Maverick relentlessly trying to get Charlie was something they all made fun of, despite not knowing that he had been successful in doing so. Immediately, Iceman’s face dropped.
Maverick. Maverick would try you. Holy FUCK, Maverick would definitely try you.
“Shut up, Slider.” Iceman seethed through his teeth lowly at the thought, taking a sharp breath. Once he put his aviators on, he only tried to disregard the thought of you. He had worked incredibly hard to get where he was, and he refused to put his lust before his work. That was the difference between him and Maverick. He was logical, and Maverick was the most impulsive person in the world.
Iceman cleared his throat as the thought of meeting you flashed throughout his mind so briefly, now meeting your gaze. You recognized the way he cleared his throat and didn’t even try to hide your smirk, as it was the way you always did when he teased you.
You made him flustered.
“Like what, Iceman?” You asked in an even softer tone than before, your head tilting to the side. You could see the lust in his eyes for the first time since you met him, trying not to let it corrupt your position of having the upper-hand.
In true Iceman fashion, however, he refused to not be the one in control.
A cold chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, now standing up straight. The sound of his boots hit the floor in a way that made you feel as if you were listening to a sweet tune. He slowly inched inside of the office before he used his large hand to push the door shut behind him, doing so very quietly.
“I don’t think you can handle it.” He teased you in a light tone, his voice almost intimidating you as you tried your hardest not to shift. Now, he was standing in front of you, the smirk on his face prominent as he used his tongue to wet his lips. Unbeknownst to you, he only did so to see if you would gaze at his lips during the process. Much to his satisfaction, you did.
Your lips parted as you basked in the sight, completely submitting to him in that moment. He wanted the power, and you let him mercilessly take it. Trying your best to fight against the situation, you gulped silently and said the very first words that crossed your mind.
“Try me.”
For such small and seemingly harmless words, they truly acted as the match to the sensitive gas tank that was his self-restraint. He knew that it was incredibly unwise to jeopardize his position by involving himself with you, but he could no longer control himself. From your parted lips to your doe-like eyes, he found himself unable to resist you. The privacy of the four walls in the office intoxicated him in a way alcohol would. The mere fact that he could make a complete mess out of you with no one knowing filled his head, but what prevented him from doing so was the fear of getting caught.
Fuck, you two couldn’t get caught.
For the love of God, you were in his commander’s office. To add even more danger to the situation, you were the niece of that very commander. Not only would he be severely punished if he was caught with someone there, but if he was caught with you there, Viper would just fuck him up. None of that mattered to him in the moment, though. The way you were slightly backed up to where you were standing in front of the desk was enough for him to disregard his thoughts. Gazing at the needy little look in your eyes, he decided to use the risks to his advantage.
Still standing right in front of you, he took his time in dipping his head down, your hands practically shaking as you felt his lips not even a few centimeters away from yours. You could feel his minty breath hit your lips as he parted his own, causing you to grip the edges of the desk behind you.
“How would your uncle feel if he knew this is what you did at his job, hm?” He whispered to you, his lips slightly brushing against yours as he spoke. He was that close to you.
You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit ashamed, even though that was not his goal at all. If you weren’t as aroused as you were, you probably would have stopped whatever was transpiring between the pair of you.
“How would he feel if he knew that while he was out serving his country, you were in his office, practically begging to be fucked by one of his colleagues?” His whisper hit your lips once more, your eyebrows furrowing in desperation as your mouth slightly fell open. You wanted him, you craved him. You needed him.
The look on your face caused his large hands to find shelter on your hips, his grip making it seem as though he was holding onto you for dear life. He effortlessly lifted you off of your feet and almost roughly set you down on the desk, wasting no time in spreading your legs for him to step in between.
You didn’t even slightly resist. You were his for the taking.
“How would he feel,” he trailed, his rough fingertips running along your bare thighs before he lifted one of his hands, gently yet firmly gripping your neck with it. “If he knew that you were on his desk, begging to be fucked like the dirty little slut you are?”
You had never been spoken to that way, both sexually and non-sexually. Your heart was racing as the words traveled from your ears to your stomach, warming your body up entirely. You couldn’t even speak. All you could do was gently grip the fabric of his flight suit, which wasn’t aiding your desire for him in the slightest bit.
“He could walk in here at any time, but you don’t care.” Iceman coldly chuckled at your needy little expression, his lips still hardly away from yours. Teasing you even further, his head tilted to the opposite side that yours was tilted to, the tip of his tongue lightly running across your parted lips. You finally let a small whine out, having had quite enough of his teasing. You swatted at his chest and properly crashed your lips onto his, silently thanking every higher power for the fact that he returned your kiss.
The kiss was foul. Both of you were desperately trying to taste one another, the sounds coming from you two being enough to kill a nun. In the process of it all, he had pulled your hips closer to his, your sundress riding up as he did so. The thin fabric of your panties and his entire flight suit separated you from his bulge, but you could still definitely feel it. Before you could even begin grinding your hips the way you wanted to, he detached his lips from yours and chuckled softly, glancing down at the beautiful sight underneath him.
“All you want is for me to fuck you stupid and leave you a pathetic, needy little mess. Used like the fucking toy you are.” He seethed through his teeth in a way that sent you in a whirlwind, causing your back to arch for the man.
With the sound of rising chatter in the hallways outside of the office, both of you were brought out of your lust-driven haze, resulting in the most sexual tension you had ever been in. He let a chuckle escape his lips at the sight of you as he took a deep breath, stepping back a few times.
“I told you that you couldn’t handle it.” He teased you in a tone that made you roll your eyes, standing up from your position on the desk. You fixed your sundress and hid the way that you were smiling from him, your head turned away from him.
“Listen, a few of the guys and I are going to play volleyball after training.” He informed you with a hint of something you couldn’t quite recognize. For a second, it almost sounded like Iceman, the Iceman, was a bit nervous. “Maybe you can come with us. Hold my shirt for me, throw rocks at Maverick and Goose. You know.”
Your lips curled into the biggest smile he had ever seen, your gaze on him telling him just how long you had been waiting for him to ask you out, even if it was to do something as small as watching him play volleyball.
“Maybe, we’ll see. I’ll throw rocks at whoever’s losing.” You teased him gently, earning an amused chuckle as he opened the door. “I’ve heard that there’s just something about that Maverick. I think he has a real shot at winning.”
The dull and playful glare made your incessant teasing worthwhile, but what he said before he left was what made you giggle and squeeze your eyes shut once you were alone.
“Try telling me that again after I make a pretty, whimpering mess out of you.”
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topguncortez · 1 year
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Ice Cold, No Mistakes - T. Kazansky
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pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Female!Reader warnings: death, grief, sadness, angst, TOPGUN shit word count: 1.6k Iceman Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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 “Ice, why are you so cold?” 
It was the age old question that everyone dared to ask. What made Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky so cold? People over the years had speculated what caused him to be so closed off and fly with the precision that he did. 
Some suggested it was daddy issues. His old man must’ve been a hardass and instilled that Ice could only be the best. That his dad was mentally abusive, calling Ice names when he was anything less than perfect or had too much feeling. Some even suggested that Ice’s dad was living vicariously through him, which made him work even harder because letting him down would be the last thing that Ice would want. 
The other rumor was that it was his mom. That his mom was some sort of leech, maybe a drunk or a druggie that constantly needed money. That he grew up poor because his mother was spending every dime on vodka and coke. So Ice worked hard to get himself through the academy, and into flight school and then ultimately into TopGun. And with all the money that Ice was making, he sent some of it back home to pay his mother’s bills and keep a roof over her head, and to help her survive on her addiction problems. 
But both the family rumors turned out to be just that. . . rumors. Goose had met Iceman’s parents at their graduation, and it promptly shut down those bad/toxic parenting stories. Ice’s parents were nothing like him, they were warm, caring individuals from a small town on the east coast. His mother was a school teacher and his father a banker. Some of the questions on Ice’s cold personality were answered, but not all of them. 
So what made Tom Kazansky so cold? 
Well, that could be answered with a simple explanation: it was her. 
No one had asked questions about the picture of the girl in his locker. It wasn’t uncommon for the pilots to stick pictures of their families inside their lockers. It was a reminder of their loved ones and who they had waiting on them at home. No asked. . . until one day Maverick did. 
“So, who’s the girl, Kazansky?” Maverick asked, shucking off of his flight suit. Slider froze next to his pilot, waiting for Ice to come off his rocker. The last time someone asked about the photo, Ice had ripped them a new one, and everyone in their last squadron knew not to ask about the girl in the picture. 
Iceman’s blue eyes looked over at the polaroid that was taped to the door. Her bright smile always made him feel warm, and the little girl next to her eyes were bright and filled with love. Iceman clenched his jaw and shut his locker slowly. 
“No one.” Ice mumbled and walked out of the locker room. 
“Ice, I’m-” 
“Do yourself a favor, Mitchell,” Slider said, “Don’t ask about the girl in the picture.” 
Maverick nodded and watched as Slider went after his pilot. Maverick knew that his curiosity should end right then and there. That he shouldn’t pry into the life of his competition, but he couldn’t just let it be. If this was a chance to get a one up on Iceman, then he was going to take it. He knew that there was one person, besides Slider, that new Iceman well enough to possibly know about the girl in the picture. 
“No, I’m not telling you,” Goose said, ignoring his pilot. 
“You need to, it’s life or death.” 
Goose gave Maverick a look. 
“Okay, not life or death but still.” 
Goose sighed and leaned back in his chair, “No one talks about the girl in the picture. It’s just. . . it’s just never talked about. All you need to know is that he takes that picture everywhere. He had it back at the academy, he had it in flight school, hell I think if his house caught on fire the one thing he’d rush into save, is that picture.” 
Maverick nodded, the gears turning in his head. He looked up at his RIO and gave him a smirk, “Thank you, Goose.” 
“Hey, I don’t like that look, Mav!” Goose pointed, sitting up straight, “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing,” Maverick said, but Goose knew better than to trust him. 
And Goose should’ve stopped him, but he didn’t think that his pilot would go as far as breaking into Ice’s locker and taking the picture until the next day when Ice stormed into the classroom, anger and fury in his eyes. 
“Where the fuck is Mitchell?” Ice yelled and Maverick slowly turned around, a smirk on his face which was quickly wiped off by Ice’s fist to his jaw. 
“What the fuck!” 
“Where’s my fucking picture!?” Ice yelled, grabbing Maverick by the collar and slamming him up against the wall. Other pilots quickly scrambled to try and break up the fight waiting to happen. 
“Kazansky!” Jester yelled. 
“I know you fucking have it,” Ice seethed, “Give it back.” 
“Why Kazansky? What’s got you so fucking tense about a goddamn picture?” Maverick jeered, hoping to get a rise out of him. They both knew that if a fight broke out, they would be kicked out of the program. 
“Kazansky,” Jester said again, taking a step closer. Ice’s jaw was clenched so tightly, it was a miracle he wasn’t breaking teeth. 
Ice looked down for a moment, weighing his options, before letting go of Maverick’s tan button up, and walking away. Slider glared at Maverick, before chasing after his pilot. And the look in Goose’s eyes was one Maverick had never seen before, the look of pure disappointment. 
“I’m not sure what happened,” Jester said, “But return Kazansky’s belongings as soon as possible or you’ll both be tossed out.” 
It was the last thing he wanted to do, but Maverick didn’t want to run the risk and get kicked out of the program he dreamed of going to. So later that night, he swallowed his pride and walked towards Iceman’s room, the picture in his hand. Maverick sighed as he knocked on the door. He jumped back a bit when it was ripped open, a half naked Tom Kazansky standing in front of him in just his boxers. Ice’s hair was a mess, his blue eyes red and so was his nose. This wasn’t like him at all. 
“I brought-” Maverick held up the picture, and Iceman quickly ripped it out of his hands. 
“Don’t ever touch my stuff again,” Iceman seethed, “Or the next time, I won’t stop because Jester says so.” 
Maverick nodded and Ice turned to shut the door, but he held his hand out stopping him. Ice sighed and faced him. 
“What, Mitchell,” Ice demanded. 
“Why is that picture so important to you that you’d throw everything away?” Maverick asked. 
Ice let out a sigh as he looked down at the picture in his hand. Neither one of them would want him acting like this, so eager to throw in the towel just to be with them. 
“Y/N, She was my wingman,” Ice said, his voice filled with sadness, “She was my wingman before I was even a pilot. She was going to fly with me, be my backseater. She was determined to be the first woman in the program, and I think she would’ve done it.” 
“And the little girl?” 
Ice looked up at Maverick, tears rolling down his cheeks, “My daughter.” He looked back down at the picture and sniffed, “We had her in high school. Everyone said it was a mistake, but she wasn’t. . . she was the best thing that ever happened to me.” 
“What happened?” Maverick’s voice was barely above a whisper. 
“Graduation weekend,” Ice answered, “We had been at a small party my family was hosting. It just happened to be Lydia’s second birthday. God, she was so excited to be two,” Ice smiled at the brief memory of how happy he had been that whole weekend. Not only had Y/N and Ice both graduated high school and were taking steps to start the next chapter in their lives, and Ice got to celebrate yet another year of being a father. Sure he was young, but to him that didn’t mean anything. Lydia was perfect, she had been the best baby ever, but she was becoming the best toddler ever, hitting every single milestone and then some. She was so smart, something that she had gotten from her mother, and sassy, something she had gotten from her father. 
“It happened so quick,” Ice’s voice cracked, “One minute, we were on top of the world, singing along to that damn Queen song and then. . . the car came out of nowhere.” 
Maverick watched as the cold, tough exterior of his enemy came crashing down. The picture fluttered out of Ice’s hand as he covered his face and cried. Sobs racked his body, and Maverick bent down to pick up the picture, gingerly handing it back to Ice. 
“He took them both,” Ice whispered, and wiped his face on his arm, “Y/N was killed instantly, he hit on her side. Lydia. . . she fought hard for three days, but her little body couldn’t handle the injuries. I buried them both on the same day.” 
“Ice, I am so-” 
“I fly the way I do because I can’t afford to make mistakes,” Ice said, and turned to face Maverick, “Because that’s what he did. He made the mistake of getting in his car that night and it cost me everything. I refuse to be the reason why someone has to bury the people that they love. I refuse to make mistakes because it kills people.” 
Maverick nodded, now understanding a whole new side of Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. 
“Again, I’m sorry for your loss, Tom,” Maverick said, and took a step back.
“Thank you, Pete,” Ice responded, and closed the door. He leaned his back against the door and slowly slid down to the ground, clutching the picture to his chest.
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duchesstypewriter · 2 years
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Hide and Seek
PAIRING: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader
SUMMARY: A game of hide-and-seek between his wife and their three children makes Tom realize that you can be just as naughty as the kids who are seeking you.
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
WARNINGS: Explicit suggestiveness. A little mention of stab, but you'll understand when you read it.
A/N: I love the idea of a domestic Tom, being a family man and  a devoted husband, and in my mind this is set in 1990s, but there’s not really a concept of time beyond the fact that Tom is a Captain. Yes, I did the math and in my calculations Tom would have served long enough to be promoted, but I'm a denial when it comes to numbers and have no real knowledge of the US Navy so ignore any mistakes.
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One of the many perks of having a US Navy Captain husband was no doubt being able to afford a nice house wherever your not-so-small family of five went to support Tom in his demanding job, but of all the places you had been over the years of marriage, there was no denying the home your husband had bought in California to provide a comfortable life for you and your three children was your little haven amidst all the deployment along the way.
It was a magnificent house with five bedrooms, spacious bathrooms, a huge backyard for the children to run free after school or play football with Tom on the weekends, close enough to the beach that you could always stop by, but one area that you loved was your husband's office — it was a large and comfortable space, with photographs telling the story of his life and career, with several books, many of which were yours since you liked to drop by to keep him quiet company while he worked.
But if there was one thing you had realized that neither your children nor husband had noticed yet it was that his office was a great spot, possibly the best one in the entire residence to sneak in a game of hide-and-seek, so here you were.
Your eyes roamed through the dark wood of the space under your husband's desk, your back against the piece that didn't allow others to see you from the other side, your curious fingers running across the material in search of any soft bumps, just to distract your mind while Cecilia, your five-year-old, looked for you, Henry, her seven-year-old older brother, and little Louis, just two years old, who had hidden behind the transparent curtain of the living room, God bless his innocent soul.
But the point of being the best hide-and-seek player in your old neighborhood, a title you still bragged about with pride, was that you really were the best so when Tom returned to his office after a short bathroom break, he made his usual way to close the wooden door with a smile as he heard the giggles of Cecilia and Louis, figuring they were in some sort of banter, running one of his hands through his hair with a sigh as he knew he still had a lot of work to do before he could join his family, sitting down in the leather chair to turn his attention to the classified papers he had brought back from the base, but that was when he felt two fingers walking from his ankle to his knee, a sudden movement that made him jolt in his seat.
The movement was so fast that it caused his knee to hit against the underside of the desk hard enough to leave his patella sore for the next few days, a small groan of pain escaping his lips as his well-trained mind raced through the idea that someone had broken into his house with his wife and children in it and that he needed to act quickly.
His eyes raced across the table to find an uncapped pen, reaching quickly with the certainty that he would stab it into the suprasternal notch of whoever was hiding there, crouching down ready for his attack, but what he found was you with the biggest of your bright smiles.
“What are you doing here?” He whispered-shouted, feeling his heart beating fast against his ribcage, dropping the hand that held the pen on his right thigh, which, by the way, was tightly fitted around his jeans, you had to notice, your eyes soon returning to the slightly breathless figure of your husband.
“If I didn't know you, I'd think you aren't pleased to see me, Tommy,” you teased with a playful smile, seemingly so innocently oblivious to the fact that you had almost sent your husband into a cardiac arrest a few seconds ago, but he knew better than that. “I mean me, a poor, helpless civilian, managed to scare the infamous Iceman?”
The aviator rolled his eyes at your remark, but he knew your words had nothing but good humor, knowing how much you enjoyed frustrating your husband in the comfort and safety of your home, “I thought someone had broken in with you and the kids here, don't blame me for being concerned about the safety of my wife and children.”
“You're husband material all the way up, Captain,” you bit your lips, your fingers playing with the collar of Iceman's shirt, he would recognize that look in any corner of the world, it was one of desire, if there was one thing that always turned you on it was the fact that Tom was a full hands-on father, never getting tired of watching him coaching Henry's soccer team, making all the moms drool over the man that belonged only to you, or how he was able to hold all three children in his arms at once, a sweet display of his strength.
“Don't let your thoughts wander, baby,” Tom knew your body's reactions like the back of his hand, and it didn't take much to know you were up to no good, his free hand making its way to your hair and you leaned satisfied into it, becoming putty in his touch. “I still want to know what you’re doing under my desk.”
His questioning reminded you of what brought you into your husband's office in the first place, a serious expression taking over your features as you stopped for a second to listen for any noise that might indicate your children were near, but nothing came, then you returned your attention to the man who had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “We're playing hide and seek, it's Cecilia's turn, and I love our children, but I refuse to lose to any of them.”
“Is that what they taught in those psychology classes in college?” Tom sneered back, making you roll your eyes.
“My older brothers never let me win and I've turned out pretty good, you know, I'd even say too good to be true, Mr. Kazansky,” you stated seriously, making Iceman laugh even harder.
“And I thought you were putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use, but here you are, turning our children into little gremlins,” Tom shook his head, and it was your turn to laugh at his words.
“Don't let your thoughts wander, baby,” you repeated your husband's words from earlier. “Now get back to your work or the kids will hear us and find me in a second, Tommy.”
“You're not going out?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, but you just shook your head with a big mischievous smile, one that made Tom fall in love with you from day one.
“You were more romantic about my presence before, Tom,” you scolded, but you both knew it was just a joke. “No, I can't leave. Where am I going to hide, behind the armchair? She'll find me, baby.”
Your explanation came out of your lips so genuinely that Tom might even believe you were defending the plan of a top-secret mission and not a game of hide and seek with your offspring, but he just smiled, that's why he worked so hard, not just to stroke his ego as many thought, but to provide a good, comfortable life where you didn't have to lift a finger outside the house, busying yourself in the hard but rewarding work of raising the mini Kazanskys.
Iceman reached out to leave a kiss on your lips before rising from his position, leaving the pen on the desk before running his hands down his jeans to get rid of the wrinkles, sitting back in his leather chair, moving closer to the table but giving you enough room to breathe, “You good?”
“I think I can survive,” you chuckled, winking at Iceman, although he didn't have full access to your face, he could imagine by your tone of voice.
The first few minutes ticked by better than Tom expected from you and your mischievous ways, with you allowing him to focus on the numerous papers strewn across his desk, in particular, that of a mission for the testing, usage, and enhancement in power and speed of a Lockheed YF-22, something that was taking his sleep away, not to mention the fact that despite his cold and collected exterior, your husband worked as a guardian angel for Maverick and Slider, so he also worried about whether the two of them were keeping in line.
When the sound of your voice rang out after two minutes and forty-three seconds of stillness, Ice had counted, he chuckled because he knew there was no chance of you staying silent much longer, it was in your nature, “Your mother called me earlier.”
Tom just hummed to give you a signal to continue your story, still more interested in analyzing the data scattered on the charts, “She said she's going to bring Morning Glory to our garden next time she comes to visit, she's the sweetest of them all.”
“She loves you more than her own son,” Iceman muttered just enough for you to hear, the sound of the pen against paper reaching your ears.
“That's not true…” You trilled, and Tom lowered his head just enough for you to watch him with an eyebrow raised in challenge, cutting off your words. “Fine, she really does love me more, but what can I do if I'm irresistible?”
Your husband snorted at your words, turning his attention back to the files he needed to work on until next week, prompting a slight headache with all the workload, and the room fell silent once again, hearing only the loud laughter of your children who still managed to get through the thick wooden door.
But once again, you couldn't contain your need for distraction, finding your new amusement in the laces of your husband's shoes, undoing the knot just to play with it, and Tom couldn't hide his smile at the sensation, even though he had a lot of work to do, he liked having you around, even if it meant you would go out of your way to pester him, but he would never say that to avoid enabling your behavior.
“I'm making a call,” Tom announced with a cautious tone, almost as if he were telling you to be quiet and behave, even though he knew his words were likely to have the opposite effect.
“Be my guest,” you replied innocently, batting your eyelashes, although your husband couldn't see it.
Tom's fingers reached for the phone on his desk, quickly pushing the buttons to dial the number of someone you didn't care much to know, letting them hold the first few minutes of conversation before your fingers made their way to the hem of his jeans, carefully lifting the material so that it was resting securely just above his calf, getting close enough to leave a small kiss on the area before your fingers began to gently scratch his leg, making Iceman melt almost instantly.
If there was one secret about Captain Tom Kazansky it was that scratching him, almost any part of his body, was enough to make him look like a helpless kitten wrapped around your fingers, leaning into your touch, and if he almost moaned at such an action once, he would never confirm it — but you knew that had been a moan.
“Baby, I love you, but I gotta work,” Iceman whispered, one of his hands covering the speaker of the phone while his ear remained glued to the device to hear what one of the engineers in charge of the mission was saying to him.
“Then keep working, Tommy,” you replied as if it was obvious, and if your husband really wanted you to stop, you would have no problem staying quiet, but you both knew he was enjoying being the focus of your attention.
Tom rolled his eyes playfully, gaining his composure to ask the engineer a few more questions, inquiring about the data that had been passed to him, feeling your lips trail kisses down his warm skin.
When the call ended, Tom pulled his chair away just enough to see the woman of his life sitting cross-legged under the desk, looking like a true angel, even if there was still a wicked glint deep in your eyes, “You know you're everything to me, but I'm never letting you hide in my office at work hours again.”
You pouted, giving your best puppy eyes to your husband, making Tom's heart tighten, and he stretched to leave three small kisses on your lips, earning a small smile from you, “I love you.”
“I love you too, handsome,” you smiled against his lips, and it wasn't a comfortable position for your husband's back, but for you, he didn't mind putting up with it. “But you are becoming an old man, Mr. Kazansky.”
It was Tom's turn to laugh, sending you a scolding look, “I may be getting old, but I can still handle brats like you, baby,” his voice tone made a shiver run down your spine, making you feel small under his patronizing gaze. “You know I could bend you over this desk and have my sweet way with my pretty little wife, right? Or better yet, I could keep you down there and give you something to learn a lesson about being a good girl and having patience, what do ya think?”
You swallowed dryly, not finding the strength to answer your husband, even though he was waiting to hear your reply, his eyes burning holes, but perhaps to your luck, or misfortune, the heavy office door opened causing Tom's eyes to rise to meet your daughter, and yours to widen, retreating into your hiding place.
“Daddy, have you seen Mommy?” Cecilia asked with big curious eyes and a bit of frustration in her voice, she was the mini version of her father with brown hair with some lovely blonde locks, striking blue eyes, and a will of iron, everything a woman needed to navigate this world. “I managed to find Louis very quickly, he’s terrible at this game, and I also found Henry behind that bush in the backyard that gave Uncle Mav rashes, but I can't find Mommy, she vanished like magic.”
Almost as if on command, little Louis came running into the office with his soft well-cut hair, a face that belonged to your genes, almost like your mini version, and a mischievousness that had surely also been inherited from his mother, running into his father's arms, making the smile on your face fail, breathing in relief when your youngest didn't notice your presence, “Daddy, I want cookies!”
Iceman laughed at his son's demand, sitting the boy facing him on the desk, and you could see his legs dangling, “Where's Henry?”
“Watching Darkwing Duck,” Cecilia replied in exasperation, putting her hands on his waist. “Daddy, Louis, can we focus on finding Mommy?”
“Feel free to look around here, princess,” Tom replied, waving one of his hands across the space, trying to move away when you left a small pinch on his leg because he was supposed to protect you, not let your daughter rummage through the office.
Cecilia crossed her legs, bringing her hand to her chin as she thought about where to start looking, making her way behind one of the armchairs, sighing at finding no one, turning her eyes to the light-pierced curtains, and Tom pitied his daughter, and when the two pairs of blue eyes met, he put one of his fingers over his lips to indicate that she should be quiet, pointing downward, and the girl's eyes widened in excitement as she understood what her beloved papa was trying to say.
Your eyes grew wide in shock, your head dropping in defeat and disbelief as the laughter of Tom, Cecilia and Louis filled the room. It was such a beautiful scene that maybe you wouldn't mind so much losing a round.
Little Louis was distracted playing with the rings on his daddy's hand while Tom watched as Cecilia slowly approached the table with feathery steps, stealthy like her father, and he had no doubt that she would be the best pilot one day, but for now, she was happy with winning a game of hide-and-seek, “I found you, Mommy!”
“I won, Daddy!” Tom and Cecilia shared a high-five, and then it clicked in your mind.
“I can't believe you turned me in, Tom!” You exclaimed in indignation, putting your hands on your waist, still sitting under your husband's desk as he pulled Cecilia and Louis to sit on his lap.
“What's going on?” Henry's voice sounded through the room, and Iceman raised his gaze to find his firstborn with his rosy cheeks, blue eyes, and blond hair.
“I found Mommy, Harry!” Cecilia shouted excitedly, using her older brother's nickname, pointing toward the space under the table to indicate where you were hiding.
“Is Daddy playing with us?” The older boy asked, his question making his younger siblings' eyes and yours light up as well.
“Yeah, Daddy, are you joining us?” You asked with certain mischief on your lips, but there was as much excitement in your eyes as in those of the three children.
Tom sighed deeply, moving his gaze between the stack of papers on his desk and the hopeful stares of his wife and children, and as much as he had a big to-do list to finish, he just couldn't say no to his four favorite people in the whole world, “Fine, but only one round.”
Your husband's strong arms placed Cecilia and Louis on the ground, lightly tapping the bottoms of the children who ran towards Henry who was holding his arms out, he loved being a big brother, “Go hide, I'll find you three. Run.”
The excited shouts of the children covered the house as the three of them ran to their respective hiding spots, and Iceman smiled, rising from his chair and turning to you who was still sitting on the floor with a smile on his face, reaching out to pull you out from under the table, one of his hands circling your waist to bring your body closer to his, “I knew you still had a fun bone in your body.”
“You are a naughty little thing, you know that?” He chuckled, capturing your sweet lips, one of your hands gently scratching the back of his neck, smiling satisfied with the reaction you got from him.
“But you like it, Captain,” you winked, placing another kiss on the tip of your husband's nose. “Would you like to make this game more interesting?”
“What are you suggesting, Mrs. Kazansky?” Tom cocked one of his eyebrows in amusement.
“If you can't find me, and you won't, I'll use those handcuffs on you tonight,” you suggested, wiggling your eyebrows up and down.
“Fair enough,” he agreed, and you could see the glint deep in his eyes as he moved closer to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe, making your knees buckle. “But if I win, we are sending the children to your cousin's house because I’m taking you on every surface of this house, especially against the balcony, turning you into a babbling, crying mess while the neighbors listen to how well your Captain takes care of you. Do you like that?”
You nodded quickly, feeling your whole skin shiver at his words, especially when one of his hands found your ass in a hard slap, “Now go try to hide because I'm coming to get you, pretty girl.”
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