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missxmav · 3 months

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new beginnings - tom kazansky

tom 'iceman' kazansky x reader

Summary: Tom finds his pregnant wife in the heart of their shared home, the sight of her simply takes his breath away. Word count: 1,120+ Warnings: fluuuufffff, SERIOUSLY FLUFFY SOFT TOM, pregnancy, afab!reader (still working on gender neutral tone as best I can), assumptions about size (I play into the plus size side of things because I am plus size, but there's no direct mention), no use of y/n (just she/her pronouns) A/N: This is only rough edited by myself, I'm so sorry for any mistakes. (Im rusty as f*ck at fic writing) I've had this fic in my back pocket for months, please enjoy all the fluff. I'm head over heels for val kilmer as a person, and I'm well aware that the gif is not from Top Gun... this is however an aged up version of Commander Kazansky (;

Tom wasn't typically a man of many words, even after Top Gun and becoming a commander... He was still on track to becoming an admiral in a couple years and his stoic ice-cold exterior has carried him far in the Navy. No, there wasn't much that could get in his way now.

Except for her.

She melted his every icy edge. Especially now that she's 7 months pregnant with his baby. The way she waddled around the sizable estate that he purchased the year they got married. It'd been nearly 7 years since that beautiful day, but Tom and his wife decided to focus on their separate careers before committing to living with little ones under foot. He was nearing his mid-to-late 30's now and with his career excelling, his mind constantly settled on imagining what her beautiful features would be like mixed with his.

Would they get his ice-like stare or her warm bright irises that see right through to his soul? Would they get his pin straight hair that stuck up in all the wrong places or her beautiful, textured hair that fell beautifully in every light?

His mind would run rampant every time he looked at her, his eyes never failing to trail up and down her whole figure. He would linger on her face, taking in how absolutely mesmerizing she was in the pregnancy glow before darting down to her ever-changing belly. It was very noticeable now, and the way she braced the underside of the bump softened his stare every time. Even through the literal growing pains of making a human, she looked ethereal. He subconsciously pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Tom was fully convinced that she could never be more beautiful than she was in this exact moment.

With a warm but soft chuckle under his breath, he stood slowly and made his way over to her. The book she'd been perusing at the kitchen counter happened to be a cookbook he got her for Christmas in the early years of their relationship. He'd assumed she must be craving something specific by the way she quickly flipped through the pages. He placed his hands over the tops of her shoulders, giving a gentle rub to the tense muscles in her shoulder blades and leaned in to kiss her neck. The smell of her conditioner and body wash from her shower this morning is almost intoxicating. His body was warm, causing her to lean back on his chest.

"You're absolutely radiant dear," Tom stated, a smile forming across his lips. "And absolutely distracting..." He hasn't been able to take his eyes off her since she entered the kitchen adjacent to the doors of his office. He'd been trying to get through some paperwork before finding her to ask what you might want for lunch as she graced her way into the heart of their shared home.

She was one of the only women that could ever truly take his breath away, though many tried. Even in a moment like this... with his wedding band heavy on her finger and growing the fruit of his love for her in her tummy, he still had to remind himself to breathe.

His large arms made their way down her body until they gently embraced her and her bump. He supported her belly gently, the same way the two had learned in the parenting classes Tom insisted on attending once she confirmed her pregnancy. The soft hum that escaped her throat told him that she needed this. Her eyes fluttered closed as he stood there, swaying gently with her in his arms.

“Blueberry.” Was the only thing that snapped the quiet of the moment between the two of them. Her words were soft in his ears. Tom raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he leaned forward to place his chin on her shoulder. The pages of the cookbook landed on a muffin recipe that had been dog-eared and made enough times to sport the stains of baking chaos.

Another low chuckle reverberated through his chest. “Cravings?” Tom placed another gentle kiss on her neck as he slowly released his childbearing wife to turn to the refrigerator behind him. This recipe was one he was familiar with, having made it several times over the years. He grabbed out the bowl of blueberries, buttermilk, butter and eggs while his wife gathered the remaining dry ingredients.

A quiet melodic sound filled the kitchen as Tom watched his wife pull up the large glass bowl from the cabinet. The smile spread across his face as he recognized their wedding song falling from her lips. “I wanna know what love is…”

Tom set the cold ingredients out on the counter, crossing the kitchen swiftly to pull her back into his arms. “I want you to show me…” He whispered to her, a hum parting his lips as he twirled her around slowly in the afternoon light of their kitchen. He mirrored her radiant smile as they slowly swayed together, her baby bump separating them a little more than usual but neither of them cared.

After enjoying the embrace of her husband, Tom’s wife pushed him away gently as she resumed making the muffins lil’ kazansky was craving so badly. The blonde commander only laughed as he kissed her hand before parting their embrace. He too busied himself making muffins again wordlessly as he reached into the bottom drawer of the oven. Grabbing out the old muffin tin, he paused to preheat the oven as he lingered there for a moment.

Tom’s hand immediately found his wife’s lower back as he brought the tin over to the island countertop, using the other to place the white liners in each cup. A devious giggle caught his attention and before he could even blink, she’d managed to touch his nose with a flour-covered hand. His steely eyes closed suddenly as she swiped at his face, unable to hide the slow grin that parted his lips as he dipped his own hand into the bowl of flour.

He laughed as he pulled her back from the counter slightly, his flour covered hand landing gently over the top of her baby bump. The white handprint was stark on her dark dress. The gasp that escaped from the woman in his arms only made him laugh harder as she rolled her eyes and shook her head at her husband’s antics.

"What am I going to do with you, Thomas Kazansky? ” She said exasperatedly despite a smile growing on her face.

“Love me.” He said simply, his eyes gazing deeply into hers as he pulled her in close again. “And make muffins with me forever.” She laughed, her heart full, as she accepted his proposal.

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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Relief

Requested: yes

Summary: Your husband figures out how to give you some relief during the late stages of your pregnancy.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: pregnancy.

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x wife!reader

Waves gently splashed on the sand as you walked down the shore. Tom was a few feet in front of you, laying a picnic blanket out carefully. You smiled at the sight, hand resting on your large bump. Your baby was due in just over three weeks, meaning that in less than a month you and your husband would have an addition to the family. The two of you had been trying for a baby for the past year and a half. You were just about to give up when you finally got pregnant with your baby boy.

Your husband lifted his head as you got closer. With a smile, he stretched out his hand and pulled you toward him. “How’re you doing, baby?” He questioned as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His hands settled on the side of your bump.

His tanned skin was warm from the sunlight as you gripped his forearm. There was a soft, loving smile on your face as you stared into his eyes. “I’m good. Happy we’re here.” Lately, it seemed as if you and your husband had spent no time together. This was going to be one of the last times that the two of you would be able to go out alone for a while. In a few weeks, you would have a permanent addition to your family.

Ice grinned down at you, thumb gently stroking over your belly. One last kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before he turned around. The pilot kneeled down, fixing a few things up. He sat down on the multicolored blanket. Patting the spot next to him with a smile, he held a hand out to you.

It took a second, but eventually, you were ready to sit down. On your way down, however, you froze, setting a hand on your bump and standing back up. Ice was by your side in a matter of seconds. There was a worried look on his face as he held you up. His eyes moved up and down your frame quickly, looking for anything that might be wrong.

“I’m okay,” You assured him. “My back’s just sore.” He still didn’t look convinced.

Tom moved behind you, causing a confused look to rise on your face. His arms wound around you, hands settling just below your bump. When realization struck you, you moved to shake your head. You really didn’t need him to do that. You’d be fine in a few seconds.

“C’mon,” He murmured, breath fanning across the back of your neck. You relaxed back into him, hands settling on his forearms. Your husband pressed a chaste kiss to the skin behind your ear. “Just let me help you.”

The next thing you knew, Tom was gently lifting up your bump. Unbeknownst to you, a pleasured and relieved sigh fell from your lips. Instantly, the weight on your shoulders and lower back disappeared. What could only be described as a moan fell from your lips. Tom smiled, glad that you were finally feeling some relief.

You stood there like that for the next few minutes, leaning back onto Ice as he held up the weight of your bump. Your eyes fluttered shut and you basked in the warmth of the sun as you let the tension roll off you in waves.

After about five minutes, Ice slowly began to release your baby bump. You sighed as the pressure of the weight returned to your lower back. Your eyes opened slowly, squinting at the bright light of the sun. “Feeling better?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You nodded, squeezing his arm gently as you leaned back against him. Ice smiled warmly and tightened his arms around your waist.

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h-c-u · 1 year

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The kids are alright

Summary: You're filming some videos around the house for your unborn daughter, while your husband struggles with something.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x fem!reader

W/C: 1.4k

Rating: PG, age gap mentioned, but not specifically stated.

TWs: none

A/N: I love soft Ice the normal amount, your honor. Also, I imagine he's a bit older in the story than he's in the gif, but I just loved it so much...

Masterlist | List of tags | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

- And that would be your room, we just finished painting it... Well, mostly your daddy did because he was scared that something in the paint might be harmful to you, even though we triple-checked and chose the paint that was safe for pregnant women. So he waited till I went to sleep and spent the whole night painting it because he knew that I wouldn't let him do that alone... - you moved the camera, so it would record the light pastel-pink walls and the realistic clouds on the ceiling.

- But I was the one who did the clouds on the ceiling when he was at work, but don't tell him... - you lowered your voice to barely a whisper. - ...because I told him that auntie Flo did all the work, so hush about that. - you couldn't help but smile a bit. - I just really hope you're not going to hate the pink. I mean if you will, we'll, of course, repaint it, but at least for a while, you won't be able to tell us that you hate it. - at first, you really wanted to keep the room as gender-neutral as possible, but as soon as Ice found out you're having a girl, he was just so happy and wanted to do everything he possibly could to welcome his little princess into the world and make everything perfect for your daughter.

You had to fight tooth and nail not to have white furniture in the nursery though, because it would be, well... much too much in your opinion, so you settled on dark wood, which matched nicely with the pink walls and the deep green accessories.

- He just can't wait to meet you... You like that idea too, huh...? - you smiled when you felt her kick. - Ok, let's meet daddy... - you closed the door to the nursery and started walking downstairs step by step, taking your time, so you wouldn't lose your footing and fall. - Oh, you're gonna have so much fun sliding on those stairs on a sled, when you're a toddler, just promise me that you'll make sure to put couch cushions in your landing zone. - you laughed when you finally reached the bottom and pointed the camera toward the living room, where your husband was currently going over some most like very top-secret papers, that you definitely didn't see.

- See, that's your daddy. All serious and focused on work because he's very important and one day you'll understand that. But even though he has to think about keeping a lot of people safe all the time, he still has time for us... Watch his face... - you whispered as if you already had a secret comradely with your daughter. - Ice, baby... - it was all it took for him to put everything away, and look at you. His face instantly relaxed as soon as he laid his eyes on you, and a giant smile crawled onto his lips. - See...? - you've said to the camera. - He loves us so much and I can't wait for you to meet him. - you waddled towards the couch like a happy penguin, trying to keep the camera on Tom's face.

- What are you doing, dove? - he asked, even though it was pretty obvious. He gently pulled you onto the couch, and you turned the camera around, so now the two of you were in the shot.

- So remember when Florence mentioned the idea of filming the stuff for the baby? I'm doing exactly that... So we'll remember everything and one day she'll be able to see how cool her parents are. - you both laughed and he pulled you into a closer hug, almost forcing you onto his lap. - Do you want to tell her anything? - you asked, trying your best to keep the heavy camera steady, but your hands started to shake a bit, so Ice took it from your hands and you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

- Please be good to your mama... Don't kick her too much and all that. - you couldn't help but laugh when he put his hand on your stomach just as your daughter decided to ignore his request.

- She's gonna be a rebel. - you said through laughter. - Already not listening to her dad, and yet I bet that one look from her, and Mr. Ice-cold-no-mistakes will melt. - this time, he was the one who laughed.

- Yeah, that's true... So please don't abuse that. And just know that we love you very, very much... - he ended the recording and put the camera on the coffee table. Even though he was smiling, you knew that something was bothering him.

- What's wrong...? - you asked, and he sighed heavily, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, seeking every bit of comfort he could.

- I can't tell you... I wish I could, but I really can't, because I promised... - he mumbled against your skin, and you reached back with your right hand and started playing with his hair... It wasn't the most comfortable position, but you knew he needed it.

- Hmmm... So get this... I was thinking about writing a novel, where the main character is in the military and is struggling with a moral dilemma about his job, that could affect many, many lives... - you started and he laughed straight into your neck, which tickled, but you still didn't move away.

- It's not that kind of dilemma, dove... It's more of a request from a friend and I'm completely torn about it... - you moved away from him a little bit, but not for long because as soon as you found a comfortable position, you gently maneuvered him to lay down on your lap and you started playing with his hair. He already lived through a lot, and yet he still cared.

- Hmmm... So Maverick asked you to pull Bradley's papers... - you stated and he looked at you with surprise. - I might be young, but I'm not stupid. And I have great hearing. - you smiled and continued to gently run your fingers through his hair. It was easy for you to overhear or notice things because people either weren't threatened by you or ignored you, assuming you weren't important. Mav, of course, knew who you were since the day Ice met you, because he was there, convincing him to shoot his shot, but still... You were able to notice things he wanted to hide from the rest of the world. And even though you met Bradley only in passing, he was easier to read than a children's book; all emotions painted on his face with a contrast marker. - And now that we've established that I know, can you tell me why he wants to pull his papers? - you asked and he closed his eyes, considering his options, finally deciding on sharing this burden with you.

- He promised Carole before she died, that he wouldn't let him fly... - he sighed heavily, slowly melting into your touch.

- Now, that's just stupid. - you weren't exactly surprised. - Bradley is a grown-ass man, and he'll definitely find a way to do what he wants. Especially considering that it's the only way he knows how to connect with his dad... - Ice opened his eyes again and looked at you, waiting for you to continue, so you did. - I understand that Mav wants to keep his promise and keep him safe, but he would be much more successful in keeping him safe if he actually taught the kid how to fly in a safe environment, letting him find that connection outside the navy... - Bradley was only a couple of years younger than you, but you still felt like there was at least a generation separating you. - And the kid's gonna find out sooner or later that Pete asked you to pull his papers. Do you really think Mav can handle losing another Bradshaw? - Tom clenched his jaw, but as soon as you ran your finger over it, he relaxed. - How about you invite them both for dinner... I'm gonna cook something nice, and we're gonna talk it through... And just so we're clear, I will spill all the beans and blame it on the pregnancy, since apparently none of you knows how to communicate like adults. - he finally laughed and relaxed in your lap. He could easily find the best solution to a military conflict, but navigating a complicated issue when his friend was involved...? He forgot all about his training.

- I love you. - he smiled and closed his eyes again.

- I know. - normally you would lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead, but your belly made that impossible. Fortunately, your daughter helped you and kicked him right in the cheek.

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topguncortez · 2 years

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What about a follow-up to the Rooster/Reader pregnancy fic featuring Maverick and “ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ” ??

pairing: teenage Bradley Bradshaw x teenage Y/N Mitchell part 2 to THIS fic:) prompts list

A/N: am I about to make this a friends to lovers series. . . idk, stay tuned

|| masterlist || kofi || whumptober ||

It wasn’t very often that Mav had a day during the week off, but since he was currently on thin ice with his new admiral, he was given the day off. Y/N was at school, so the house was unusually quiet for him. He was used to hearing her talk on the phone with one of her friends, or her playing music, or her tv on.

Maverick wasn’t used to having the whole day to do nothing by himself, so he decided to finally tackle the growing to-do list for his house. They had lived at this house for over ten years, and Maverick did what he could to keep up on repairs. Only thing was. . .Maverick was a pilot, not a repair man. The repairs only lasted for so long until they were broken again. It was one of the things his ex-wife, Jamie, complained about. That Maverick had too much pride to call an actual repairman.

“Fix the overhead fan in Y/N’s bathroom,” Maverick mumbled to himself reading the list, “Didn’t I just fix that?”

He grabbed his tools and headed towards his daughter’s room. He cursed her slightly, seeing the mess in her room. He wasn’t ever too hard on her about keeping a clean house like his dad was, but he told her that the mess stays in her room. Maverick stepped into her bathroom, and looked up at the ceiling where the fan was. He placed his hands on his hips as he inspected in, flipping the switch and hearing a loud clanking sound.

“That didn’t happen before,” Maverick winced and turned the fan off. He looked around the bathroom, seeing what he could find to possibly use to step up on to reach the cover of the fan, when he spotted something. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped towards the trashcan in the corner. His jaw dropped, and he felt his heart race. He quickly left the bathroom, leaving his tools right where they were, and went for his car.

There was one person in this world who knew Maverick better than himself, and that was Tom Kazansky. Even though he lived on the other side of the country, Maverick and Ice still kept in touch, sending texts almost every day and calling at least once a week (sometimes more if Maverick got himself in trouble). Maverick had learned to trust Iceman after their first mission in 1986, and Ice had become Maverick’s closest confidant. When Jamie left Maverick about ten years ago, and he was left to be a single parent, it was Ice that he called first. And right now, it was the same thing. Maverick sat on a park bench and dialed his number, waiting for the line to pick up.

“Don’t tell me you got yourself grounded again,” Tom’s voice sounded through the receiver.

“No, not this time,” Maverick said with a laugh, “How are things?”

“Good, kids are good, wife is happy. Now I know you didn’t call to talk about me. What’s up?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“She sneaked out again? I told you, kids do that-”

“I think she’s pregnant,” Maverick said, cutting him off, “I was going to fix something in her bathroom, and I saw the box in her trash.”

“Oh,” Ice said, “You talk to her?”

“I’m not even sure how to,” Maverick scratched the back of his neck, “They don’t really cover this topic in flight school.”

“No,” Tom laughed, “They don’t. I guess all you can do right now is ask her. She’s probably scared, and that would make sense why she didn’t say anything. You can’t jump to conclusions right now.”

“I just. . . I thought she would come to me with this sort of thing. I didn’t think she would be sneaking around and not telling me if there was something wrong.”

“Pete, there is no one in the world that girl trusts more than you. . . well maybe Bradley, but that’s different. She’s probably scared you will be mad at her. She’s not even out of high school yet, and her life is possibly going to change forever. She needs you now more than ever. So you can’t keep fucking up.”

“When did this become an intervention?”

“Pete. . . “

“Sorry.”

Tom sighed, and shifted in his desk chair. His blue eyes glanced at the picture of his wingman and his daughter. The little girl looked up at her dad with those same green eyes as him, “She’s all you got. Jamie ran off, you keep being sent to BFE for doing stupid shit. No wonder she hasn’t come to you about this. She’s spent more time alone in the past three years than she has in her entire life. You need to stop this reckless bullshit, and be there.”

Maverick looked down at his shoes and sighed. Ice was right. Maverick had been proving that he was still the same Pete Mitchell from 1986, who was the reckless flyboy. Maverick knew the only reason why he was still stateside and not overseas is because of Ice. And he knew that Y/N probably knew that too.

“Talk to her,” Ice said, “And be nice about it. Especially when she tells you who the father is.”

“Why would I get mad about that?”

“Cause I have a feeling it’s someone we both know,” Ice said, and then looked at the picture of a young Bradley Bradshaw and Y/N Mitchell, both with braces on their teeth, side by side on the front steps of the Naval Academy, “I gotta go. I’ll leave my phone on in case Y/N calls for help to bail you out of jail.”

“It was one time,” Maverick rolled his eyes. He said goodbye to Ice and hung up.

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Y/N was a bit shocked to see her dad’s care in the driveway when she got home from school. Usually Maverick didn’t make an appearance until closer to dinner time. She noticed that the garage door was also up, meaning he probably attempted to fix something, and Y/N would have to either call a repairman or Bradley to come help fix it.

“Dad! I’m home!” Y/N called out as she walked through the door. She kicked off her shoes and set her bag by the steps. She walked into the kitchen, and jumped at the sight of her father sitting at the table, picking at his hands, “Hey. . .”

“Hey,” Maverick said, “Take a seat.”

“Are you leaving again?” Y/N said, her voice restricting as she tried to fight back tears.

“No, sweetheart,” Maverick said, hating that look in her eye. It was the same look her mother gave him when he would tell her that he was being deployed again. He had seen it a couple times in Y/N’s eyes and he hated it, “Please, sit. We need to talk.” Y/N nodded and took a seat across from him. Maverick let out a sigh as he sat back in his chair, and rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans. He thought back to his conversation with Ice earlier.

“Okay, what is going on, cause you are starting to-”

“Are you pregnant?”

“What?” Y/N said, feeling her heartbeat in her throat.

“I saw the pregnancy test in the trash.”

“You went through my room!?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about right now?” Maverick said, “At least next time hide the evidence a little bit better. But you didn’t answer the question.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, and turned her head, not trying to let her dad see the tears in her eyes. She hated these types of conversations. She had them with Maverick before, when she got caught sneaking out, when she stole from the liquor cabinet, when she colored on the walls as a child.

“Y/N,” Mav said softly and she turned her head to face him.

“I’m sorry,” She gasped out and Maverick moved from his spot to wrap her in a hug. Y/N let out a sob as her father wrapped her up in his arms. He rubbed her back as she cried in his arms. He hated seeing her cry, it was one of the worst things a parent would have to go through.

“It’s okay,” Maverick said, “I’m not mad. I am more upset that you didn’t come to me about this.”

Y/N pulled away from her dad, and wiped her eyes, “I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” Maverick took a deep breath, as he sat back in his chair, and tried to remember all the reading he did about twenty minutes before Y/N came home, “First thing is, have you been to a doctor?”

“Just the free clinic on base,” Y/N mumbled, and fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, “I might’ve used the fact that I know the commander of the pacific fleet as leverage for them to not call you.”

Maverick rolled his eyes, “Well, first thing tomorrow morning, we’ll get you set up with a doctor. I can ask some of my co-workers for recommendations.”

“I already asked Lieutenant Mills for a list.”

“Christine knows?”

“I had to tell someone! I didn’t know what to do. Swore her to secrecy.”

“Proud of you for using your resources, but I should’ve known. . . third? I guess,” Maverick chuckled, “Okay so, doctor, tomorrow. And then. . . we go from there. You graduate in a couple months, and then-”

“I deferred my acceptance to U.V.A. Going to community college for the first two years.”

“What about the father? Does he know?”

And that was the second conversation Y/N was trying to avoid. She wanted to hold out on having the conversations about the pregnancy and paternity of her child until her and Bradley had a chance to actually talk through what they were going to tell Maverick. Bradley promised that he would be there with her when she told Maverick, wanting to sort of act like a buffer in case things went sideways.

“Yeah uh. . .it’s-”

“Y/N!” Y/N closed her eyes at the sound of the one voice she didn’t want to hear right now. Maverick looked at her wide eyes as the front door shut and foot steps approached them, “I got your text about studying for the chem exam. You didn’t text me back so I didn’t know. . . when you. . .I’m interrupting something,” Bradley said as he walked into the Mitchell kitchen.

Y/N looked up slowly at her father, giving him a tight lipped smile. Maverick looked between the two of them, closing his eyes and letting out a scoff.

“At least its Bradley, and not some bum,” Maverick said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You plan on sticking around?”

“More than you ever have,” Bradley said, and Y/N looked up at him with a glare, “Sorry. But yeah, I do. This is my kid too, I plan on being there. I’m not going to the academy anymore, so she’ll have me close by.”

Maverick felt the sting of Bradley’s words as he spoke, “Alright. I’ll let you guys get to studying. But, first thing tomorrow-”

“Doctor, got it,” Y/N said, reiterating her father’s words. Maverick nodded and kissed his daughter’s forehead before retreating down the hall to his office. Y/N waited a moment until she heard the door to his office shut, before smacking Bradley’s across the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For walking into my house uninvited,” She then hit him again.

“Ow! What was that one for!?””

“And that was for bringing up him pulling your papers,” And then, she hit him once again.

“OW! WHAT WAS THAT ONE FOR?!”.”

“That was for getting me pregnant,” Y/N giggled and Bradley rolled his eyes. He brought her in for a hug, and kissed the top of her forehead. They still hadn’t talked much about that night, and neither one knew how to bring it up. For all they knew, they were still just friends. . . having a baby.

“Well, the hard part is over now,” Bradley smiled, and pulled away from her.

“Yeah. . . hard part,” Y/N said, and sighed, sitting back down in her chair as she watched Bradley go through her fridge looking for food.

Maverick sat down in his office chair with a sigh, as he looked at the family picture on his desk. It was of Y/N, Bradley, Carole, Goose and himself, days before Goose’s death. Jamie didn’t want to make the trip to California to see Maverick during TOPGUN. But Carole, being the saint that she was, made the trip with two toddlers so that Y/N could see her dad. Little did they know, that was the last picture they would ever take together.

“I wonder what you would say, Goose,” Maverick whispered to the picture, “Our kids having a baby together. I owe you both twenty bucks. Never thought it’d happen.”

He looked from the picture down to his hands as a tear fell from his eye. Maverick had felt guilty about what he did to Bradley, pulling his papers and making him have to choose a different plan for his career. But, it made sense now that Bradley was going to be a father. He had hoped that maybe Bradley could see where Maverick was coming from, trying to keep Bradley alive long enough to see the birth of his child.

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x pregnant!female!Mitchell!reader imagine.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: pregnancy, a fight, this is an AU where Goose is still alive 😊

Your brother was in a rivaling relationship with Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, which was exactly why you decided not to tell him you were dating.

If you were honest, you hadn’t imagined you’d fall in love with Iceman, the cocky and restless fighter pilot, it had just been a hookup at first.

But the longer you found yourself in his bed the more drawn to him you became, and he felt the same way about you.

You started dating and you loved being with Tom, he was gentle and sweet to you in private, always making sure you were having a good time.

In contrast to your brother and Ice, you were a much more gentle and timid character, working as a kindergarten teacher near the base they were stationed at.

The men loved your nurturing side and got a lot of comfort from you, which they seemed to need because it was the opposite to their dangerous job.

Tom especially loved to just lay in your arms, feeling your fingers run through his hair and over his skin, as he closed his eyes in bliss.

The fact that your brother didn’t know about your relationship was hard for you, but it was necessary given that you knew he wouldn’t approve.

You cared for his opinion but that wasn’t why you were scared to tell him, it was more like you knew Maverick was capable of doing anything.

You wouldn’t put it past him to send you away or to manage to get Tom deported somewhere else, so you stayed silent.

It worked well for a few months, until morning sickness and cravings indicated that it would be impossible to keep it secret from your brother much longer.

You were a nervous wreck when you found out, but you had Tom and Carole with you, while her husband tried his best to keep Maverick busy enough so he wouldn’t notice right away.

It was crucial to find the perfect timing to tell him and you hadn’t found it yet, even while you were preparing for the pregnancy with the help of your boyfriend and best friend.

Carole already had a kid and she knew about the dos and don’ts, she was the one to bring you prenatal vitamins and everything else you might need.

You were all of the opinion that everything was going well, but Mav had caught on without you knowing so.

“Congrats, man!” He exclaimed as he sat down on Carole and Goose’s porch with his best friend and RIO, a broad grin on his face while Goose looked rather confused.

It took him a few seconds before he could answer, blinking repeatedly as he tried to think of what Mav might have meant.

“Why?” He replied, staring at his pilot with a look that resembled the intelligence of a cow.

“For the kid! Another baby Bradshaw? I saw Carole with the vitamins she used to take with Bradley,” Mav continued, but Goose only looked at him in denial.

“Nah man, she made me have a vasectomy the moment Bradley was born,” he laughed it off, leaving a lingering feeling of unease in Mav because the only woman Carole was close with was you.

It took Mav another five minutes before he stood up without explanation, mounting his bike and leaving Goose by himself, cursing into the silence his best friend had left.

Carole had just come by with the vitamins and you were having a calm and careful discussion about what you would be expecting and what would be expected of you during the pregnancy when the door to your apartment was thrown open, revealing a panting Maverick.

You gave Carole a questioning glance and she shook her head in similar surprise.

“How long?” Maverick asked you, his impressive brows knit together in confusion and what looked like anger.

Your confusion was still all-encompassing so you just stared at your brother, who took a few steps forward, his eyes never leaving you.

“How long have you been pregnant? And who’s the father?” He growled in anger and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice, hurt at not having been told at all.

“Please, Mav, what are you doing here?” You tried to change the subject without having to answer, but your brother was far too resilient.

“I need to know how long you’ve been hiding this from me,” he let out, moving a few steps closer and letting his eyes roam your face.

You were about to open your mouth to answer when you heard footsteps outside, and a voice you were all too familiar with spoke up, which had your blood run cold.

“Baby, I…,” Tom began as he opened the door but he stopped talking the second he saw Mav standing there, his eyes widening in surprise and a tiny bit of fear when your brother slowly turned around.

In contrast to the slowness of the movements when he turned around, the second Mav saw Ice he lunged at him, throwing himself the last few inches and letting his fists pummel his friend and rival’s face countless times.

Tom did all he could in trying to defend himself, while Carole and you just stood in shock.

Your entire body felt as if it was put under ice water, watching your brother and boyfriend fight until Tom was on the ground, Mav’s fist repeatedly drawing blood from your boyfriend’s nose.

It took you a few seconds before you rushed to Tom’s aid, trying to pull your brother off of him, but not having the strength.

Mav was too emotional to realize who was urging him to stop so he just shook you off, throwing his arm back at you and striking your cheek with the back of his hand before you fell to the ground with the force he had used to free himself of your hindering touches.

The second you hit the ground everyone in the room held their breath, not a single person moving as all eyes were on you.

You could feel tears stinging in your eyes and your hand went to your belly to see if you were okay, and Tom reacted first out of the three of them.

He threw off Mav as if he weighed nothing and rushed towards you, his bloody fingers cupping your face and angling it so that you were looking up at him.

You were still in shock but Tom tried to calm you, his voice gentle but slightly trembling as he asked you if you were okay.

He had to repeat it a few times before you answered and Mav used the time to look back and forth between the two of you, watching his wingman with a gentleness he didn’t even know he possessed.

Your hands were shaking as you raised them to your boyfriend’s face, touching the spots that were already starting to darken with a harsh violet color.

“I’m okay, I think,” you breathed out the words more than you whispered them, but Tom used the opportunity to repeat what you had said.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, it’ll be fine,” he whispered time and time again as he moved to hug you, cradling you in his arms and rocking you back and forth slightly.

When Tom realized that there was no reason to worry for you he turned towards Mav, looking at him while he was still holding you.

“I’m sorry. We wanted to tell you but it never seemed like the right time. This wasn’t planned, but I love her more than I even love flying, so please don’t do anything stupid. I need her,” he told his wingman, who simply stared at him.

Mav moved towards you to pull you up from your position on the ground, holding onto your arms before he wrapped you in the tightest hug you had ever shared with him.

You could feel wetness on your cheeks as well as in your hair, indicating that your brother was crying, just like you were.

When you were finished hugging Mav pulled away, still holding onto you as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked even though he knew the answer, making sure you were alright because he needed you to be.

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callsignthirsty · 3 months

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Chapter 2: On the Roof

Shit weather can only stop me for so long! Here's chapter 2

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader x Ron “Slider” Kerner Summary: The boys receive their commendations, and you keep your legs crossed. Should be easy, right? Wrong. Word Count: 3680 Warnings: Smut, bets and wagers, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) Chapter: 2/4 Minors DNI Previous Chapter

“Sooo,” Maria Cortell leans as far forward as her bump will allow, drawing out the word with a smile on her lips. It’s become apparent that you’ll be waiting a while for your stolen tablemates to walk onto the stage and receive their commendations. “Are wedding bells ringing?”

Your poor heart, which had only just slowed, skips an unsteady beat. Maria’s question, for as simple as it is, packs one helluva wallop.

The thought hasn’t crossed your mind. You haven’t even said I love you—not for a lack of love, but because you’ve lost many of the ones you love over your life. Admitting the depth of your feelings—whether for family, friends, or beaus—always seems to precede an abrupt departure of said person from your life. But now that Maria has mentioned it, what are you supposed to do?

Distracted, you twist your cloth napkin between clammy hands. It’s not like you can marry Ice and Slider, but you can’t date Ice forever, either. especially not if he’s trying to climb the ladder. He’s expected to marry. To have kids. The white picket fence experience. A wife to come home to.

“They must be,” Merlin’s wife jumps in.

Maria nods with the enthusiasm you wish you felt. “Bill and I were looking at houses after three months. I’m sure you’ve at least talked about it.”

Goose throws back a full glass of wine.

They think they’re being supportive, and it would be nice if it weren’t so terrifying. “I–”

“And now’s the perfect time,” Maria doesn’t even realize she’s cut you off. “Who knows how long he’ll be stationed at Miramar?”

“Ooh! You could get married on the beach.”

Cougar catches your lack of participation. “Don’t scare her off, now,” Cougar says, placing his hand on top of his wife’s to get her attention.

“Oh please,” Laura brushes Cougar aside, “they’ve been practically wrapped around each other all night. Ron said they’ve been inseparable.”

Maria sighs. “Poor Ron.” Carole chokes, but the only one who pays her any mind is Goose, who smacks her between her shoulder blades and refills her water. “I remember how close he and Tom were at Pensacola, must be hard for him to watch his friend settle down–“ something must flit across your face because she hesitates mid-sentence, her eyes widen a little as she realizes the insinuation, and she all but lunges for the distraction of her sentry of a water glass, “–but, um, I’m sure you have a friend you could set him up with?”

“Oh,” Goose interjects loud enough to turn a couple of heads and incite a stern look from Jester, “I think this is them.”

It isn’t.

“That would be fun,” Laura coos back to Maria without skipping a beat. “Think of the double dates.”

“Come on,” Goose tries again, “you don’t want to set someone up with Kerner, do you?” And didn’t Goose know it. He squawks when Carole catches him in the ribs with her elbow, but Maria and Laura are off to the races, passing the idea back and forth and painting a picture of your future while you struggle to keep up.

“You’ll always have someone to keep you company when they end up on a carrier halfway around the world.” Maria.

A sly look from Laura. “You know, if you time it right, your kids can grow up together.”

“Community is so important,” Maria agrees, ducking around a waiter’s arm as dinner plates are settled.

“Sam and I were lucky enough to be stationed near my family when we had the girls.”

“I don’t know what I’d have done without the wives’ group while I was pregnant with Robbie.” Maria gives her husband a tender smile and smoothes a hand over her belly. Whatever she says next is drowned out by applause.

This time—as Goose breathes an “Oh, thank god”—a familiar group of flyboys are led onto the stage. The commander keeps it brief; says some words about the Layton mission and the courageous efforts of the aviators who defended the boat from enemy MiGs. Everyone gets a pin on their lapel before they’re all ushered off the stage. Your legs are crossed by the time they make it back to the table.

The rest of the dinner passes without issue. Plates are cleared. The program comes to a close with the cutting of a cake. A cacophony of music and conversation erupts as the masses are released from their seats and the event finally catches its second wind. More immediately around you, the flyboys spill into the space between their tables and continue catching up.

Hollywood and Sundown introduce their dates—fiancée and wife, respectively—to the larger group. Jester and his wife sneak off, presumably to find Viper but definitely different company. It’s a relief to gain more social padding between yourself, Maria, and Laura, well-meaning though they may be.

It’s while you’re reacquainting yourself with the rest of the group when Hollywood asks Slider if he’s flying solo these days.

“What’s it look like?” Slider grumbles.

Wolfman slings an arm around his fellow RIO’s shoulders to pull him close. “Aw, man. What happened?”

Slider gives him a half-shrug, looking otherwise unaffected. “You know how it is. Couldn’t handle the job.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Chipper chimes in. “You’re still at Miramar.”

“So she dumped you?” Wolf’s winces as he looks up at Slider, taking his silence for confirmation. “Yikes.”

“Hey, it wasn’t like that–”

“Don’t mind them,” Sundown says, an arm wrapped around his wife. She beams at him when he assures Slider,“The right one will stick around.”

And the conversation could’ve ended there. Wolf, Chip, and Sli could’ve spent the rest of the night wingmanning each other until it was time to turn in and Slider would slip into your quarters.

Maria Cortell had other plans. “Don’t be ridiculous! We were just talking about how the future missus must have a friend she can set you up with.” Cheeks flaming, you tuck into Ice’s side in an attempt to escape his gaze. “Future missus?” His tone gives nothing away, but the stiffening of his arm beneath your hand speaks volumes.

Beside Ice, Slider raises a brow. “Were you, now?” This is a conversation you were hoping to avoid.

“Please,” Pete scoffs. “I wouldn’t wish Kerner on anyone.”

Slider sneers, but it doesn’t have any real heat behind it. “Bite me, Mitchell.”

And bless Carole Bradshaw because she sees Pete opening his mouth to say, “Which one?” from a mile away and deploys a very loud countermeasure: “I wanna dance!”

Goose grabs his wife’s hand and pulls her to sit across his lap. “Great idea, honey!” he crows, earning a kiss on the cheek.

For as long as you’ve known him, Goose has always been a darling. Everyone knows it, too. The sun is hot. Water is wet. Everyone loves Goose. His close call on Hop 31 only cemented that last truth. Nick Bradshaw is magnetic in a way few others are, and he could pull a crowd just as easily at the piano as he could, apparently, at his wife’s beck-and-call.

The display of eager, honeyed affection drawing the eyes and smiles of the group.

“C’mon, Mav, give us a push!” Goose loops his arms around Carole as she makes herself comfortable in his lap for the taxi to the dancefloor. “Should be a—what did you call it?—a target-rich environment.”

“Wait. You not seeing Blackwood anymore?” Hollywood asks, receiving ‘oohs’ from the rest of the men. Pete’s shoulder’s bunch, but otherwise, he ignores his friends. Though she was a civilian contractor, Charlie did work for the DoD, and after her relocation to D.C., Pete was technically on her turf tonight.

“He doesn’t like to talk about it,” Ice deflects.

Pete grabs hold of Goose’s wheelchair, finding it more difficult to maneuver with two passengers. “I wonder if Penny’s here.”

Carole throws her head back with a guffaw. “After your little joyride? I’d be surprised if her daddy lets her within a thousand feet of you!”

The group doesn’t stick together much longer, inevitably breaking up as they go their separate ways.

“What do you say?” Ice asks, nodding after the group headed to the dancefloor. Eventually, Ice needs to go back to rubbing shoulders with the brass, but there’s no harm in a quick dance or two to break up the monotony.

“That’s okay, Ice,” Slider butts in, a wicked glimmer in his eyes. You repress a shiver when the same hand that had been between your legs squeezes your shoulder, fingers ghosting over the velvet near your collarbone. “You go keep Mav out of trouble. We’ll grab dessert and meet you there.”

The twitch at the corner of his lips gives away how hard Slider is fighting to keep the wolfish grin off his lips. Your ears burn, but Ice’s only reaction is an unenthused, dismissive sound. Both of you know what Slider is playing. That doesn’t stop the pinpricks of arousal from returning as you imagine Slider’s hands—both of them this time—working to finish what he’d started under the table.

“How long have we known each other?” Ice asks Slider.

“Going on ten years.”

“And I can count the number of times I’ve seen you eat cake on one hand,” Ice muses.

Undeterred, Slider offers you a lopsided, wolfish grin, his fingers tracing down your arm and raising goosebumps in their wake. “Who said anything about cake?”

“There it is.” Ice flicks Slider’s fingers from their path and threads his fingers through your own. The same Iceman mask he wears around the tarmac is firmly in place when he levels Slider with a look. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You’re pissy because I had this in the bag before I was interrupted.”

“And how were you planning on getting away with it?” Ice hisses with a glance to make sure the three of you are well enough alone. “Sitting at a table full of people.”

“I had a plan,” Slider scoffs.

“A plan to get caught with your hand up her skirt.”

“You’re just upset you walked right into it.” Ice clenches his teeth. He doesn’t have a responding quip, and Slider knows it. Ice had been too excited by the sudden appearance of Cougar to realize Slider was gunning for a quick win. “All it takes is one mistake,” Slider needles.

Wearing down the competition with technical precision is a page straight out of Ice’s book and his fingers twitch ever so slightly in your grasp, Slider rubbing it in his face that he’s fallen prey to his own game. It’s a mistake he won’t make twice.

Ice takes a deep breath and looks to the barrel-vaulted ceiling as if he’ll find the answers he’s looking for among the gold leafing. “We’re leaving now.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” Slider taunts, but Ice is back on his game. He serves Slider a smug look as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Goodbye, Kerner.”

In the dance hall, you’re a single drop in a rolling sea. The band is louder here, the floor tacky with spilled beverages, but you find a pocket of space as the music slows. Pete hangs onto the edge of the crowd with Goose and Carole, his face pressed between Goose’s shoulder blades as he helps his best friend stand to dance with his wife—Carole, you’re sure, is crying.

Gentle hands bring your focus back to your partner as he encourages you to step with him to the rhythm. When you look up at him through your lashes, you almost forget the rest of the room. Taken by the flint of his eyes in the low light. A smile bubbles to life on your rouged lips is an inevitability.

You spin beneath his arm and let Ice reel you in until his breath tickles your ear. “You’re stunning.” You glow under the praise, fingers playing with the short hairs at his nape. High praise.

It makes you wonder: does Ice even know what he looks like?

The ever-present tan of his skin highlighted by the contrasting white of his uniform. The smarts. The confidence. A beauty mark on his jaw. High cheekbones. The way he moves.

He has to know. Not for vanity, but for fact.

“How’re you holding up?” He must pick up on the restless twitch of your muscles or maybe the flutter of your heart in your palm.

You paint on a smile. ”I’m fine.”

You can’t suppress the shudder that wracks you or the sharp intake of breath when he lifts your chin with a finger, lashes brushing your cheeks as a kiss is pressed to your forehead. When he tugs you closer, you go easily, but you’re unable to fully relax into the embrace.

“Did you know you only say you’re fine when you aren’t?” He shifts his hold so it feels more like a hug, a soft quirk to his lips. It’s easier for him to hold you like this when you fade into the crowd. There’s less pressure. Fewer eyes on him when his hand shifts lower, dexterous fingers tracing over the knobs of your spine and raising goosebumps beneath the luxurious drape of your gown.

The band does wonders to mute your gasp, but Ice doesn’t miss the way you jerk in his grasp. Sensitive.

“Was it…?” He doesn’t finish in an overabundance of caution for who may or may not be eavesdropping. The hand you’d let linger near his nape comes to fidget against his chest as you lay your head against his shoulder and nod while focusing on the ba-dum of his heart. “Do you need to leave?”

“No.” Sure, you tingle with each brush of skin on skin. Yes, you’re eager to soak up each touch. But, as you meet his eyes, you mean it. “I’m just a little overwhelmed by all of this,” you fib.

Slider may be pushing the boundaries of decency—may have definitely blown past them during the dinner— and you may be wound tight after so many days without either of their company, but you can do this. Tonight is about Ice, and you intend to see it through.

“But I don’t want to leave.”

Ice keeps you close as the song fades out and the band counts in a fast-paced number. “Look,” Ice concedes when you break free of the dancing. Playtime is over, you can practically see the cogs turning in the metal of his eyes as Ice comes up with a revised plan. “There are still some people I need to talk to, but after, I’ll get us out of–”

“Just the man I was looking for.” Ice stops so abruptly that you stumble into him. “Admiral John Benjamin,” Penny’s father introduces himself, taking Ice’s hand in a firm shake. “Really good stuff on the Enterprise.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The praise, though sparing, is well-deserved. But the obsequious nature of his comment is revealed in the way the admiral’s eyes scan the nearby crowd. Ice isn’t his target.

“Say,” the admiral drawls as he drops all pretenses, “you wouldn’t happen to know where your wingman is? I want to congratulate him on a job well done.”

You very much doubt that, but as you glance over to where Pete had been with Goose and Carole earlier, he’s long gone—Carole helping her husband back into his wheelchair, the only evidence Pete had been there at all. And Ice knows enough through retellings of Pete’s past run-ins with Admiral Benjamin that you trust him not to sell your brother out. At least, not if he doesn’t have to.

“I haven’t seen him since we received our commendation.”

“Of course. Congratulations again on those,” Benjamin clips. “But you must have some sort of idea of his whereabouts.”

“I–”

“Ice. Admiral, sir.” It never ceases to amaze you how someone as large as Slider can so easily fly under the radar when he wants to. “I need to borrow her for a minute,” he says before Ice can say anything, and because he can’t do anything when Admiral Benjamin continues to squeeze for information on Pete, Slider steers you out of the dance hall.

It had been a crisp 66 degrees in DC, the setting of the sun taking what remained of the day’s warmth with it. The cold creeps beneath your skin as Slider beckons you up the roof access, shimming the door with a wad of folded cocktail napkins so you can slip back to the party later.

Though shrouded in darkness on the flat of the rooftop, the bright lights of the capital might as well be a hair’s breadth away. Too close for comfort. Before you can protest, Slider engulfs your hand in his and looks for a more suitable, more private corner. It won’t do to be caught, though Slider doubts anyone will come looking. But it pays to be cautious.

“You have any idea how good you look in this?” Slider rumbles, voice resonating from deep within his chest in a way that makes your insides quake. He lets you know with a demanding kiss, his lips lightly stained with your rouge when he pulls back so you can suck in a breath.

“Sli.” The wind carries your whine toward the street, where it’s drowned by the brassy horns of street traffic. When goosebumps erupt along your arms, your fingers scrabble for his shoulder boards in a bid to keep him close.

It takes next to nothing to convince Slider to give in to your plea. Crowding close as he smears kisses and color down your neck. “It’s been so hard to keep my hands off you.” Said hands grab fistfuls of you over the velvet of your gown; the smooth rasp of the fabric over tender skin makes you gasp.

“You didn’t,” you point out.

“No,” he agrees, fingers reacquainting themselves with the gusset of your panties. “But can you blame me?”

“Who else would I blame?”

Dizzy with desire, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep a heady whine locked away when fingers slip between your pussy lips to tease around your entrance. “Do you want me to stop?” Slider asks with a lopsided, teasing grin.

“Don’t you dare.”

Instead of giving you what you want—two fingers to fill you where you feel hopelessly empty—Slider’s hand withdraws from your panties. You’re a second from demanding he put his hand right back where he had it when Slider lowers himself to the ground. “Wait–!” you exclaim as his first knee touches down on the unkempt rooftop floor “–your pants.”

“Don’t worry,” he says as both of his hands slip under your dress, eager fingers drawing the lacy elastic of your panties down your legs. “That’s what drycleaning’s for.” But his other knee stays decidedly off the ground.

Slider scoots himself closer, impatient hands rucking up your tight-fitting dress until he can take advantage of the slit in your skirt. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, soft skin exposed to the night, but you’re far from cold as he chases the fabric with scorching kisses up the inside of your thigh. Deliberately leaving marks where no one else at this stuffy party will see them.

His hair is just long enough that the tips begin to curl. You spear your fingers through the short waves and fist what you can. Normally, you’d hold him close as he litters your hip with hungry kisses and sharp, rosey blooms, but with the way he’d worked you up earlier, you pull his head toward the apex of your thighs. You can go back to being Ice’s pretty trophy girlfriend after you cum on Slider’s tongue.

Slider lets out a gruff rumble of a chuckle as if he’s read your mind. A nip makes your leg jump in his grasp, your heel knocking against his back, but he’s as eager to get this show on the road as you are.

Face half-obscured by black velvet, Slider’s tongue laps over your clit. Eyes slamming shut, whole body pulsing in time with your heart, head thunking back against the wall. Slack-jawed, you encourage him to do it again with a shuttered but wanton noise in the back of your throat.

“That’s it,” Slider encourages, his other hand reaching up to massage your ass and drag your hips forward in a slick grind against his mouth. You tremble in his grasp as he continues to roll your hips against his face before he opts for a new angle of attack.

A quick reposition of the leg over Slider’s shoulder grants him better access for a more thorough assault on your cunt, and your back arches when his tongue prods at your entrance. Blood roars in your ears while your walls clench around nothing at the promise of his tongue, but it only teases at your lips.

You try to drag him closer with your one leg, letting go of Slider’s hair with one hand to steady yourself against the wall. Sli takes that moment to dive in, tongue finally fucking into you and his nose bumping into your clit in a way that has your heart stuttering and limbs shaky. Your hips jolt at the touch, back arching off the wall.

It’s messy, the pinpricks of Slider’s stubble eased by the mix of arousal and spit coating the apex of your thighs. The barely muffled slurp as he parts your lips and delves his tongue inside before engulfing your clit in the wet heat of his mouth and giving it a suck.

Slider’s eyes are half-lidded when he meets your gaze. “You’re close,” he breathes, calloused fingers petting up your leg directly to your clit and drinking in the shiver it knocks loose, your lips red as you bite back a moan. “Don’t worry,” he says, two fingers dipping the slightest bit into your cunt before drawing back to rub at the opening, “we’ll get you there this time.”

Against your back, the wall rattles as the roof access bangs open.

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callsign-joyride · 1 year

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No Doubt About It | T.K.

Summary: You tell Tom that you're pregnant right before Maverick's surprise party.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Content warnings: Pregnancy, talk of pregnancy, fluff

Word count: 797

“I don’t know, Carol. There’s something different about this detachment. Nick and Mav just got back and I know Tom’s got another two weeks, but I’m more worried about him than usual.”

“You’re pregnant. How long have you guys been trying?”

“We started this time a month ago. But you know that people don’t always get pregnant on the first try, so I don’t even know why that’s part of the question.”

“Take a pregnancy test. It’ll at least answer one of your questions.”

You wanted to wait for Tom to come home before you took the first pregnancy test. That wasn’t how things were going to go when you stayed up for most of the night wondering if you were pregnant or not. Carol had a point. You called her and Charlie over when you decided to take one of the tests.

Waiting was the most stressful part. You couldn’t sit still for the five minutes that it took for the results to come in. You almost jumped off of the couch when the timer went off. As you looked at the test in the bathroom, you realized that you couldn’t really see if there was a second line or not.

“Here, you’ve been pregnant. Tell me if you see two lines or not,” you said as you handed the test to Carol. She chuckled and turned on the main light in the living room to get a better view. She showed the test to Charlie and they both started giggling.

“What is it? Come on, I can’t wait,” you said.

“You’re pregnant,” Carol said.

“Yeah, you keep saying that but I don’t - oh.”

Two weeks went by in a blur. You had to swear Carol to secrecy on the whole thing. Charlie wouldn’t tell anyone, but if Carol told Nick, it wasn’t going to be long before all of Top Gun knew. You were able to pick Tom up in the late morning, which gave the two of you some time together before you had to put the final touches on the surprise party for Maverick. In everything that you did, it felt like there wasn’t a good time to tell him.

Both of you slept until late the next morning. Tom had decided to make a quick trip to the grocery store to get some food for breakfast and lunch. He was slightly confused when he came back to see you on the couch, laughing with Carol and Charlie.

“What’s all this about?” He asked.

“We’re trying to finish planning Mav’s surprise party on Saturday. Goose and Bradley are in the backyard,” you explained.

“I don’t want to go. I just wanted to spend the next few days with you before I gotta go back to work.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going because I’m going. I’m not drinking, either.”

“You’re gonna deal with Mav sober? I can barely handle Mav while I’m sober.”

You looked at Carol and Charlie before smiling.

“Well, someone’s gotta get you home and I’m pregnant.”

Tom’s jaw dropped and you laughed.

“Wait wait wait. Back up,” he said.

“Someone’s gotta get you home?” You asked.

“No, after that.”

“I’m pregnant,” you said. More laughter ensued as he asked you how you could’ve been pregnant. (“I’m pretty sure you were there.”) He walked over and gave you a hug. Words couldn’t describe how happy the two of you were in that moment.

Mav’s surprise party rolled around, and you had been the one in charge of bringing the cases of soda. Tom would barely let you lift a finger as the two of you got out of the car and he went for both cases of soda, leaving you to carry the gift.

“Babe, I’m barely eight weeks pregnant. I can carry the sodas,” you said.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to.”

With the party in full swing, you stood with Tom and Slider. Tom had his arm around your waist while he was holding a bottle of water.

“Alright, man. We’ve got another surprise for you,” Goose told Mav.

“Uh, okay. What is it?”

“Ice and his girl.”

“Oh my God, did they break up? They look real chummy if they broke up. Why would you tell me that on my birthday?!”

“No, no, they didn’t break up. She’s pregnant.”

“Goose, that’s worse! We’re gonna have an Ice junior running around here in a couple months! Again, why are you delivering this news on my birthday of all days?”

Goose’s laugh distracted you from the conversation that you were having with Slider. You looked in his direction and saw a shocked look on Mav’s face, and you couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle at the situation.

“What is it?” Tom asked.

“I think Goose just told Mav.”

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drowninginliquidsmooth · 2 years

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a oneshot idea for Iceman: being married to Ice and pregnant with your guys' first child. him being guilty that hes never around bcs being a pilot is demanding. but you assure him you understand and tht you have a great support system around to help out.

Pregnant With Guilt -

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Fem!Wife!Pregant!Reader

Thank you so much for this request, I changed it slightly to have a very cute ending- but I hope you will still enjoy it <3

Warnings: slight angst, lots of mentions of pregnancy (if there are anymore please let me know)

Tom’s POV

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, was an excellent Naval Aviator- A TOPGUN graduate- but the mission he was on at that moment in time was proving rather difficult.

It wasn’t because he was a bad pilot- but he was struggling to accept the fact that he was hundreds of miles from his beloved wife, who was pregnant with their first child.

He desperately wanted to be at home with you, spending his days doting on you and your baby. He could hardly concentrate in whilst he hung out with his squadron at the bar, all he could think about you sitting at home alone taking care of yourself and your growing baby.

Most nights, he went to bed early and dreamt about the night you told him the sacred news.

You had known for two weeks already but you had been spending time putting together the perfect surprise for your husband. Whilst he was out playing volleyball with Slider, you had gone to the shops and put to gather your surprise.

At 6:30, Tom came home as you served up his favourite meal.

“Baby,” he sighed kissing your cheek, before sitting down at the table “you didn’t have to make this.”

“You right Tom, I didn’t have to, but I did,” you had told him with an over-exaggerated wink. “Now dig in I have a surprise for ya,”

That night, Tom had eaten his meal in flash, clearly eager to discover what was waiting for him.

You told him to wait in his seat, before moving the pots into the kitchen and returning with a large gold box, tied with a black bow.

“Honey, what’s this for?” He questioned, suddenly worried that he had forgotten an important event.

“Just open it my love, and all will be revealed,” you slid the box closer to him on the table.

You had been hit by a sudden splash of nerves as he delicately undid the lavish bow and removed the box’s lid.

You couldn’t meet his eyes, instead staring at your lap has he gasped.

Tears had began to trickle down Tom’s face as he was met with the sight of two positive pregnancy tests which sat atop a beige baby blanket, and next to them sat a beautifully crafted rattle in the form of a giraffe.

Quickly he stood and grabbed you into a strong hug, you stood up against him and felt him grin into you shoulder.

“I’m gonna be a daddy!!” He screamed at the top of his voice.

“You’re gonna be a daddy Tommy,” you giggled.

He was deployed Three weeks later.

Tom had only been gone eight weeks when you called him, baring the news that your baby had kicked for the first time.

Tom was so happy that the baby was seemingly healthy, but simultaneously devastated that he wasn’t there to feel his son or daughter make their first movements.

That night, Tom had fallen asleep crying. His mind was filled with doubts about his ability to be a father. He felt he was already letting his baby down, as he was not their to watch it develop and he knew that his job would lead to a great absence in his child’s life.

Tom got the news that he would be home the same time you turned 23 weeks pregnant and he couldn’t wait. He had practically rant through the airport towards his five hour flight- his body aching to cradle your own.

Your Pov

The news of your husband’s return caused a sense of relief to wash over you.

Whilst he was away, you had all the help you could get from your mother and older sister, who had gone through six pregnancies between them. Their experience had meant that your pregnancy had been a lot easier than it could have been.

The soon to be grandmother and aunty were constantly at your side, then cleaned for you, helped you through morning sickness and growing pains, and even took you to your scans.

Only your mother knew the gender of your child, as you wanted to wait for Tom to return before finding out, and she had promised to keep the secret until a gender reveal could be arranged.

Due to all the help you had received, you were never alone. Most of the time you greatly appreciated this, but sometimes all you craved was to lay snuggled in bed with a book (and preferably your lover) where you could attempt to relax for the first time in months.

Your sister was the one who had took you to the airport, you both waited outside the exit as you knew inside would be a difficult place to be when you were pregnant.

However, as the ETA of your husband came closer, your sister returned to the car - wishing to allow the two of you to reunite in peace.

You were positively buzzing with excitement when you got the first glimpse of bright blond hair, and then all of a sudden you were in the the strong arms of the love of your life as he covered your face in kisses.

“Oh darling I have missed you so much,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck

“Tommy that tickles! I’ve missed you two though honey,” you giggled.

Quickly Tom dropped to his knees and began to say hello to your child, pressing kisses all over your bump.

Eventually you were dropped of home by your sister, who was only slightly disgusted by the amount of kisses shared on the backseat of her car.

You were surprised however, when Tom once again scooped you into a hug as the door to your home was closed. You were used to his affection, but you were startled by your lover crying in your arms.

“Oh Tommy, baby, what’s wrong?” You gasped, worried that something had happened on the mission.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so so sorry, I should’ve been here for you these past months. I should have been the one caring for you, but instead I’ve been on the other side of the country!” He sobbed into you, and you moved so you were both sat on your living room sofa.

“Oh my love, I didn’t know you were so upset about this, but my love I promise I’ve been okay, I have been properly cared for these few months- and now we get to live out the rest of my pregnancy together,” you explained, honestly shocked that he felt this way.

“I know that honey, and I am so grateful for the fact that you’ve been cared for up to this point and that I’m now here to love you, but this is our first child, I should have been here for the entire pregnancy,”

You didn’t speak yet, you just placed one of your husband’s hands on your belly, so he could feel your baby as it began to kick, this made his eyes widen and his sons worsen, however.

“I wasn’t even there for our child’s first kick and this feels magical now, but I wish I could have felt the first time with you. And what if it happens again? What if you become pregnant again and I have to leave?”

At this point you were both laid on the sofa, one of Tom’s hands were rubbing over your belly , and the other held your hand.

You gently shushed him, cooing at him until he was calm, “Sweetheart, I don’t know what the future holds for us but I know your an excellent husband, and I’m certain you’ll be an even better father. Please I beg you, don’t worry, everything will work out for us.”

“I can’t dare to even think about our child growing up with an absent father like I did, this job is risky. Our son or daughter doesn’t deserve to be raised by a widow mother, or to have a childhood where they see their father every few months. This job makes me an inadequate parent- you don’t deserve that my love,” Tom told you, he had began to cry again and it was clear as day that he was struggling with fatherhood.

“Honey, what are you saying? We knew the risks of your job going into this marriage. I know we weren’t trying for a baby yet but I had assumed you wished for a bigger family one day. Did I get that wrong?” You questioned, now worried you didn’t know your love as well as you had once believed.

“My love, I want nothing more than a family with you, but my job means that I can’t have that in the way I wanted,” he told you, wiping his tears on his long sleeves.

“So what do we do,” you questioned, “is this you leaving me?” Tears began to well up in your eyes, he wouldn’t, surely.

“No,no,no, honey I would never,” he gasped, before pressing kisses across your cheeks.

“It means, I’m leaving the Navy,” he announced.

This news shook you to your core, it was only two years ago that Tom had been promoted to Captain. Would he really give it all up?

“Tom are you serious? This job was your dream?” You asked, placing one of your hands on each of his cheeks.

“Well, having a family with you is my new dream, I have a lot of money from the Navy, so we could open that bookshop you’ve always dreamed of. Look, I’m 42 years old, I don’t need to be flying fast planes anymore, I need to be surrounded by my family!” He laid out his plan and you could tell he had been considering this for a while now.

“Oh baby, you know I would you’ve that, but only if you want it too,” you told him, before press a firm kiss to his lips.

“That’s it settled then, Tom Kazansky is retiring from the U.S Navy!” He exclaimed, beaming at you.

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 9 months

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Hello! I just found your blog and I absolutely love it! I love your kiss masterlist, and I was wondering if i could request one. Number 23 in relief. With Iceman x reader I just think they would be so adorable! Can’t wait to see what you do!

Hiya! Here's Kiss #23 - in relief - with Iceman x reader. This one actually became really angsty and I love how it turned out! I hope you love it too!

A Kiss to Celebrate (The Beast's Gone Away)

Cancer. It’s been as much a companion in your marriage as your husband has been of late. It reared its ugly head out of the blue. Hearty, hale, healthy forty year olds aren’t supposed to wake up one day and just not be able to talk? Right? Forget men with families - Naval Captains with hearts of gold, keen eyes and the kindest hands?! They should never be struck down at all.

But maybe you’re a little biased. This isn’t just any forty year old Naval Captain you’re talking about. This is your husband, your Tom. You thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, the shaky partnership you’ve formed with the beast ravaging your husband’s body and tainting his soul. Then you’d woken up one morning to your three year old laboriously fluttering her little hands in painstakingly drawn out signs as she sat on her father’s lap and told him, “Good Morning Daddy. I love you.” That’s when you realized that your youngest probably doesn’t even remember what her dad’s voice sounded like. That’s when you’d broken, shattered into a million pieces standing there in your kitchen watching your baby and your heart speak in the only way they could.

In your weakest moments, you cursed everything you could think of for trying to rob Tom from you. But even then, you knew you wouldn’t have changed anything in the world. Your entire life would be different, and you’re not sure it would be a good difference, either. So you’ve been holding onto the good moments, taking things day by day, focusing on being there for Tom and your kids as much as you can. Each day your foundation feels a little steadier as Tom responds to the treatments and as the flush of health seeps back into his cheeks.

“Captain and Mrs. Kazansky? Doctor Wilson is ready to see you.” Your palms are sweaty and damp as you follow Tom into the Doctor’s office. You must black out, emotionally, at least, because the next thing you remember is walking in the wintery San Diego sunshine with Tom. He’s mostly silent, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leads you to a bench at your favorite look out point. It was here that he’d proposed to you a decade ago. It was here you’d told him you were pregnant, the first and second times. All of the best things in your relationship happened here. Please, you’re pleading as you sit down - please don’t destroy this place by telling me bad news. Please don’t take him away from me, from our babies.

“Sweetheart?” That’s not what you’d been expecting at all.

“Tom?!” Your voice chokes on a sob. “You’re speaking! Is that okay? I thought you weren’t supposed to strain your voice.”

“I’ve been working on speaking again with my speech therapist. It’s what Doctor Wilson wanted to talk to us about. I’m in remission, sweetheart. The cancer’s gone. We’re going to keep monitoring me, but I have the feeling it’s going to stay gone for good.”

You’re sobbing, tears dripping down your face in hot, salty rivulets as you kiss your husband gently and sweetly.

“I’m so happy, Tom. I love you.” His smirk is soft as he pulls away.

It doesn’t surprise you at all when he signs back to you, “I love you. I told you I wasn’t going anywhere without you, sweetheart. I love you too much for that.”

It’s with a finally unburdened heart that you curl into your husband’s side to watch the sun set below the waves. If Tom can beat cancer, becoming an Admiral should be child’s play. The future once again looks bright.

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topgun-imagines · 7 months

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Day 6: Part Of Me

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

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

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

Word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had lost your baby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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h-c-u · 1 year

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The kids are alright pt 4

Summary: Domestic life with Iceman and your daughter

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: ~800

Rating: PG

TWs: None

A/N: This is going to be the last part of this series for a while now, but I might come back to it in the future :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist | List of tags

- It's been a whole month since we brought you home, and if I'm being completely honest, I forgot that I wanted to make some homemade videos for you to watch when you grow up... Having you with us is honestly the best thing ever. Don't get me wrong, you're keeping us busy, but that's every newborn, so don't take it the wrong way. - you couldn't help but smile at the camera. You were sitting alone at your daughter's nursery while your husband was taking care of Astrea and letting you have a few moments just for yourself. - I know it sounds cheesy and corny, but I swear it's true - everyone loves you so much... Your grandparents, uncle Bradley, auntie Flo, uncle Slider, uncle Mav... I can't think of a time when we weren't alone, and you were in a crib... Everyone wants to hold you and play with you... Well, play is maybe too strong of a word just yet, but you developed a fascination with ripping paper and gods forbid if anyone leaves loose pages in your reach. - you laughed out loud. - Your tata found that out the hard way because you got your hands on some classified documents and started shredding them while he was on the phone. - you smiled, an echo of the laughter still audible in your voice.

- Anyways... I just wanted to tell you that no matter if in 15 years we'll be fighting about stupid things, or be mad as hell at each other for some reason or another, I'll still love you very much. I don't know if we'll ever watch those tapes together, or if you'll find them on your own somewhere in a closet and watch them in secret, I want you to know, that there is nothing you could do or say to change that, and even if we're at each other throats, you could still tell me what's troubling you, and I really hope that you will. - you smiled at the camera and turned it off. But after only a few seconds you turned it back off. - Oh, and if you find those tapes first, please just say "blueberries" next time we'll be talking, because we have a small bet with your dad about you being curious and a bit nosy, and I honestly want to win. And there might be ice cream and pizza for you in it if you will. Ok, that's it for now. Kocham cię... - you turned off the camera, but you still wanted to catch Astrea with Ice.

You started learning polish not long after you met Tom, and even though your accent was abysmal at times, you could carry on a conversation without much trouble, even with Tom's parents, and it was their native language. And when you were still pregnant, you two agreed to raise Astrea with both English and Polish present in her life. That's why both of you were already reading her stories in both languages and peppering in polish words while talking to her.

You quietly came down the stairs, because even though your amazing husband gave you time to rest, you preferred spending time with them.

You couldn't help but smile when you noticed what was happening in the living room. You turned the camera back on and pointed it at the two most important people in your life because they looked so adorable. Astrea was quietly napping on Tom's chest, still wrapped in a blanket you fed her in, and Tom just watched her with pure amazement and fascination painted all over his face, as if he still couldn't believe that she was actually here.

He caught you in a corner of his eye, turned toward the camera, and gave you a giant smile.

- Don't wake the child... She just fell asleep... - he whispered and you couldn't help but chuckle, because it just hit you how far he has grown from his callsign. You filmed them for just a few seconds longer, finally turned off the camera for good and placed it on the coffee table. You grabbed a book you were reading yesterday evening, gently moved the pillow from under Tom's head, and replaced it with your thighs.

- Go to sleep, baby... - you leaned and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. He was up almost all night working, with your daughter sleeping soundly in his arms, and you had to take over only a few times to feed her, but now... Now he could fall asleep without any worries...

If you didn't know any better, you might have proposed that he move to the bedroom, but you knew there was nothing that would convince him to move when there was even the slightest possibility that he could wake up Astrea. So instead, you started playing with his hair with your right hand, while you were holding the book in your left. You could see his face relaxing almost instantly, and his whole body melted deeper into the sofa while you were gently massaging his scalp.

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coco-loco-nut · 2 years

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The Captain’s Daughter (2)

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader/OC

Warnings: Angst maybe, sibling fluff, sadness, a lot of sadness

Summary: Maverick adopted Goose and Carole’s daughter, she’s one hell of a pilot, and Bob is smitten

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | alternate ending | part 4

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..."Get ready, it's a long story," She sighs, sipping her drink.

"I'm always ready," Bob smiles, lightening the mood a little.

"My dad, Nick Bradshaw -callsign Goose- was Maverick's RIO which is now WSO. They flew in the same class as Admiral Kazansky. In an exercise, Uncle Tom -Iceman- and Mav, were competing, trying to get the missile lock on a MiG. Uncle Tom was trying to best Mav but when he couldn't get the shot, he pulled away. Mav flew into Tom's jet wash which forced him and Dad to eject. Dad was caught by a piece of the jet and he didn't make it. Mav's blamed himself since and so has Uncle Tom," She takes a deep breath, looking up at the sky. "Mom was pregnant with me at the time, though she didn't find out till a month later. Bradley was four. My mom died in childbirth, so I never knew my actual parents. Mav adopted me but only took guardianship of Bradley. A woman named Charlie helped Mav out for a bit at first, but Penny and Sarah, Uncle Tom's wife, raise us while Mav was on missions. Otherwise, we grew up on base. Uncle Tom taught us how to fly, even Cyclone helped a little, as much as he hates Mav. Jake and I were good friends, we fed off each other's arrogance, even if I was more humble. Now he's done damage that won't be easy to fix."

Nicole pauses again before continuing. "I wouldn't have gotten upset if I weren't already upset. I've been off since I won the first exercise. I can't seem to get a handle on the mission and I just found out that Uncle Tom's throat cancer is back and worse, Mav and Rooster don't know yet and I shouldn't have shared that. But, I don't want to lose him. He was Mav's wingman and my mentor. I don't want to attend a funeral while I'm here. So yeah, I guess Jake just pressed a nerve that was already hurt," Nicole finishes, letting the information sink into Bob.

"I'm so sorry Gatsby. That is a lot. I can see what Mav is like now, I can't even imagine what he was like over twenty years ago. Thanks for sharing that with me, unlike Bagman, I won't spill your family secrets. Admiral Kazansky was really your Uncle and Mav's wingman?" Bob slightly changes the topic, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah. When we get back, I can show you all the pictures. I can even break into Uncle Tom's office on base and show you some embarrassing childhood pics," Nicole cheers up a little. The two down their drinks and head back. Phoenix misses her WSO but her bet with Payback and Fritz might be paying off.

After showing the large picture of Iceman and Maverick hanging up, she gives a little picture tour and pulls out a key to the office labeled 'Admiral Tom Kazansky, Commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet.' Bob wonders how she got it but doesn't ask.

"This is a picture of Bradley and me with Uncle Ice when we stayed with him and Sarah after Dad got in trouble and deployed," Nicole hands a frame to Bob. As he holds it, he notices half-packed boxes around the office. "Sarah gave me the key to start packing up in here. Uncle Tom works mostly from home anyway so I offered to bring his stuff home," Nicole smiles sadly as she picks up a family photo. It was Tom and Sarah with their kids -both now live on the east coast- alongside Mav with Gatsby and Rooster.

A week later Nicole is standing beside Sarah and Bradley in her dress uniform. Katie and Ron, Tom's children, were on the other side of Sarah. Nicole catches Bob's gaze in the middle of the service, he can tell she is holding back the tears even if some had already fallen. Penny was on the opposite side of Bradley, supporting her friends and Pete as he stood at the casket. For every shot, a tear rolled down her cheek. Bradley held Nicole's hand tightly, hurting just as much.

Maverick couldn't cry, Captain's don't cry. When he pounded his wings into the casket, it was his final farewell to his wingman. Tom would forever be the better pilot. He always was. As the funeral ended, the Mitchells and Kazanskys hugged each other and made future dinner plans. Katie and Ron were leaving soon and wanted to catch up with Bradley and Nicole. Bob and Hangman found their way to Nicole soon after. Each of them greeted her with a hug. They were the only two who truly knew how close both she and Rooster were to the Admiral. The rest of the 12 didn't pry, leaving them to mourn in peace.

"I'm sorry, Gatsby. I know how much he meant to you," Bob wipes her tears from her cheeks.

"I suppose I knew, but I wasn't ready. He's the first parental figure that I knew before losing," She says. Bob hugs her again before letting her rejoin Rooster in the procession out. She wrote Slider a letter offering her condolences for losing a partner an mailed it as soon as Uncle Tom has died. Gatsby has flown solo for a while, but she has seen the pain of losing a WSO or pilot. While she wasn't close with Slider, he had a recurring presence during her childhood.

A couple of days later, she decides to throw a party at her place for the core 8 as she's nicknamed the group. Rooster was the only one who didn't accept the invite, citing the timeline increase. Fanboy, Payback, Coyote, Hangman, Phoenix and Bob all arrive with different drinks in hand. The theme was an alcoholic potluck. It sounded fun. Half an hour later, everyone is starting to enjoy themselves and Phoenix and Hangman are flirting.

"I can't believe Mav would just hijack the course like that," Coyote says, looking at Gatsby who just shrugs. Rooster told her that Mav was permanently grounded after the funeral.

"My father isn't much of a rule follower," she snorts and throws back a shot. Bob, not being much of a drinker and the assigned DD, adds that to his tab on her. He is worried that she is trying to drown her sadness even if she wanted to bond with everyone. Payback hooks up to a speaker and starts playing music. When Nicole is completely trashed, she sits beside Bob, leaning into him. He awkwardly wraps an arm around her shoulders, not sure what to do. The group decided to share funny stories from different missions. Everyone passes out on the floor, except for Hangman who stumbles to the guest room to claim it. No one finds the second guest room. Bob finds blankets and pillows in a storage closet from Nicole's drunk directions and passes them out before turning everything off and carrying Nicole upstairs.

"Bobby, stay," Nicole slurs, pulling shorts and a ratty shirt out. She also grabs a set of what must be Mavs or Roosters old shorts and shirts, handing them to Bob. Bob awkwardly takes them as Nicole starts to strip. He blushes and quickly turns around. "Don't worry, I'll look the other way," Nicole tells Bob who doesn't turn around but takes her word and undresses. She admires his ass before quickly turning around as to not get caught.

"Alright to bed," Bob walks over to her, pulling up the sheets.

"Only if you sleep here too," Nicole says, to which Bob agrees. He plans on sneaking out of the bed as soon as she falls asleep. "Yay!" Nicole kisses Bob who after a second kisses back. As soon as Nicole tries to go further, he stops her.

"Gatsby, you're drunk. Another time," he promises and she cuddles into him. Bob internally sighs, hoping he didn't ruin their friendship.

When Nicole wakes up, she only vaguely remembers the previous nights events. She realizes that she is cuddling someone, being the big spoon to be more specific. Bob. She remembers kissing him, he must've fell asleep. A quick glance at her clock tells her that it's an hour before everyone needs to be up for today's brief. Nicole untangles herself, heading for the shower. After a quick, cold, shower, she puts on her uniform and heads to the kitchen. She doesn't worry about waking Bob up since her alarm is set.

"Morning," Rooster is leaning against the counter, a coffee in hand.

"What? You weren't even here last night," Nicole steals his coffee, taking a few sips.

"Yeah, when no one returned, I set an early alarm and came over to clean a little and help with breakfast," Rooster motions to the cleaner kitchen and groceries on the counter.

"I can't wait for you and Dad to move in," Mav bought this house after he realized that he wasn't going to be getting another assignment after this mission. He takes over after her rental contract expires. He wants to be close to Penny and the Kazansky's.

"I'll start the pancakes if you do the bacon?" Rooster offers, both of them quickly working to get food ready. Fifteen minutes later, people start waking up to the smell of food.

"Marry me, Gatsby," Hangman moans as he takes a bite.

"Then you will be doing all the cooking," Rooster tells him, not lying. Nicole is definitely not the cook of the family. She can, but it's not on Rooster's level.

"Good morning everyone," Phoenix walks in with Bob, who blushes a little when he sees Gatsby. Within thirty minutes everyone is fed and on their way back to the base.

"Good morning, Sir," Gatsby greets Cyclone in the hall.

"Good morning, Lieutenant Mitchell. We will be going over the valley simulation today. If you could get everyone to the briefing room, that would be appreciated," Cyclone informs her. With a quick nod, she changes directions to get everyone and inform them.

"Your Dad is insane," Bob whispers with a smile.

"He likes to break rules," Gatsby chuckles.

With Maverick being team leader, Gatsby knew there was only a slim chance of being selected as wingman. She hadn't mastered the route like Hangman and Rooster. While she was a great pilot, she is the youngest of the group and still has more to learn.

Hangman is assigned Dagger Spare One while Gatsby is given Dagger Spare Two. She is slightly jealous that she is the only one in the family being left behind, but she knows better than to question her father. She sits in her plane beside Jake listening.

"Come on Rooster, you can do it. Reengage," She whispers from the cockpit. Her heart breaks as she hears about Mav and Rooster both being hit and losing contact. It takes everything in her to stay in the plane and do her job. Hangman tries to get clearance but it doesn't work, her world slows down. Bob stands in her view, non verbally trying to support her. When he and Phoenix landed, it kept her from breaking. She hadn't lost everyone. As soon as Rooster's gps tracker is activated, she lets out a silent sob of happiness. But when the bogie appears on the radar, her heart drops again. Mav has no defenses.

"Dagger spare two, permission to take off in support," She requests, readying to take off.

"Dagger spare one, dagger spare two prepare to take off," command says. With a nod to each other, friendship restored, they prepare for a dogfight. She doesn't look at Bob's worried expression.

"I'm going to lure him away so Maverick can land on the carrier," Gatsby says, intercepting the enemy before it can get lock on Mav and Rooster, who finally activates his radio.

"Keep him going, I've almost got him!" Hangman says as she is close to being locked on.

"Hurry up!" She panics as tone starts. Like Rooster and Maverick, she saved them but it will cost her.

"She copied Rooster," Phoenix says on the boat, a little breathless from shock. They can hear Hangman yelling her actual name, everyone knowing what the next few seconds will bring even if they don't want to admit it.

"I'm sorry Dad, Bradley, Jake. I tried," Gatsby cries over the radio as her plane is hit.

"Dagger spare two is down, I repeat, Gatsby is down," Hangman cries out.

"Gatsby. Nicole," Bob whispers sadly. Maverick and Rooster yell out her name and someone turns it off on the deck, preparing for Maverick and Jake's landing and search and rescues attempt to retrieve her from the ocean, if she was able to eject. Even if she did, it's likely that she hit the water wrong.

A young man, blonde and wearing a flight suit, stands in front of the confused girl. Ahead of her is a field of wildflowers and she seems to be on a patio with doors that leads somewhere. She realizes that he is saying something she can't hear.

"-ole. Nicole. Can you hear me?" He says, his voice sounding familiar.

"Who are you? Why do you know my name? Where am I?" She fires off questions and he laughs at her, only increasing her confusion.

"Really kiddo? I'm only the best goddamn pilot the Navy had to offer, and the best uncle ever," He smiles and everything clicks.

"Uncle Ice! Am I dead? Why are you hot?" Nicole hugs him as he laughs.

"Not yet, you are in sort of an in-between. You have a choice to make. Although, I think it's pretty obvious. As to why I'm hot, I've always been this way. I used to get around before Sarah. Tell Mav to drop his dating rule and give Bob a chance. He's been worried. Before I go and you decide, there are two people who are here to see you. I love you kiddo," Iceman tells her, giving her a tight hug. It's odd seeing him so young, and honestly, her uncle was hot. As he leaves through a door, two people who she's only seen in pictures walk in.

"Mom? Dad?" Gatsby gasps, running to them and hugging them. She's getting a lot of hugs for a change, not that she minds.

"My baby. We are so proud," Carole says, taking in her daughter.

"You are one hell of a pilot. You and Bradley both. Better than Maverick, and better than your brother. Ice would kill me again if I said you were better than him. I'm proud that you three have honored both of us in so many ways. Always singing Great Balls of Fire, carrying our favorite book, having my name, Bradley's call sign," Nick tears up a little, his daughter isn't as much of a copy and paste like Bradley is. To Nick, she is the perfect combination of himself and Carole. The selfish part of him wants to keep her here.

"Mav flying the F-14, and me ejecting into the ocean then dying?" Nicole offers with a small smile.

"Yes, even that. We have and always will watch over the three of you. Yelling at Maverick more has become Iceman's greatest past time," Carole laughs, squeezing her daughters arm.

"Nicky, sweetie, you have a choice to make. You can return or stay here with us," Nick says a bit sadly.

"Will I still be a pilot?"

"That's also up to you, baby. We will support you either way," Carole tells her. The once obvious choice has become more difficult. She wants to spend more time with her parents, obviously, but she also has a lot of people waiting on her back home. She has Bob waiting for her.

"I hope you both know how much I dreamed of this. Well not being dead, but seeing you, living with you. Bradley and Dad did their best to fill me in, but a large part of me was missing my whole life. I always needed you," Nicole says, slightly unsure of her decision, but confident at the same time.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob top gun #bob x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #rooster #bradley bradshaw #captain pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd x oc #bob x oc

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sebastianstangirl01 · 2 years

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Who Would’ve Thought

Title: Who Would’ve Thought

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Wife Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: When Iceman gets a pleasant surprise during the Top Gun training, it’s safe to say he isn’t the only one surprised.

Authors Note: I really hope this turns out good, Iceman is definitely one of my favorites! Feel free to make any Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick requests, I’d love to write them!

It was a normal day at Top Gun they had finished their training sessions for the day and everyone decided to head out to the bar.

“Ice you picking up any ladies tonight?” Goose teased from his locker

“Nope.” Iceman shook his head slipping his white t shirt on

“It’s alright not everyone can have as much success with the ladies as me.” Maverick cockily spoke making Iceman roll his eyes

“Maverick if what you have is success with the ‘ladies’ then they must have changed the meaning.” Iceman said making everyone ooh. “I’ll see you all there, I’ve got something I have to do.”

Iceman closed his locker and walked out of the locker room he pulled out his cellphone and walked down a quiet hallway as he dialed the number he knew by heart.

“Hello?” A soft voice spoke through the phone making Iceman smile

“Hey there sugar.” Iceman spoke, it was quiet for a second on the phone before a sigh of relief was heard

“Tommy. I’m so glad your ok.” Y/N said with a small smile

“I’m just fine, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call you in a few days it’s been pretty busy around here lately.” Iceman said in a guilty tone

“It’s ok baby I understand. How’s it going? How’s Slider?” Y/N asked

“It’s going great, so far we’re in the lead to win the trophy. And Slider is Slider.” Iceman said and Y/N chuckled

“I’m proud of you Tommy, we both are.” Y/N smiled rubbing her 8 month pregnant belly, Iceman had to leave when she was only 3 months pregnant so he hadn’t seen her bump yet.

“How are you feeling? I haven’t missed too much have I?” Iceman asked, he hated that he had to miss so much of the pregnancy

“Worn out, I think we have a soccer player on our hands. They miss you though, I play them that tape you made they love your voice.” Y/N said, they decided to wait to find out the gender of the baby wanting to be surprised

“I can’t wait to see you, to hold you, to kiss you.” Iceman groaned and Y/N chuckled

“Hopefully it’s sooner than you think.” Y/N said

“I sure hope so.” Iceman sighed

“Yo Ice! Let’s go!” A few of the guys exclaimed from down the hall making Iceman sigh

“I’m sorry to cut this short because I miss your voice so much. But I’ve got to go we’re all going to the bar tonight to celebrate the week.” Iceman said with guilt

“It’s ok, just don’t go falling in love with a pretty bar chick.” Y/N teased

“There’s no one who could ever top you, I love you sugar.” Iceman said with a small smile

“I love you too.” Y/N said making a kiss noise into the phone before hanging up

Iceman sighed and looked at the phone before putting it in his pocket and following the sounds of his fellow pilots hooping and hollering.

Y/N smiled as she lowered the phone and looked down to her bump gently rubbing it as she held her plane ticket in her other hand.

“We’re going to see daddy.” Y/N smiled before grabbing her suitcase and walking towards her flight

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By the time Y/N’s flight landed it was around 8 at night it was a short flight only about 45 minutes so she knew that Iceman would still be at the bar, it would be the perfect time to surprise him.

“Thank you.” Y/N told the driver as he loaded her suitcase into the trunk

“No problem, where am I taking you?” He asked opening the door for Y/N who nodded in thanks

“Well I’m not too sure if the name but it’s where all the airmen hang out. My husband is a pilot and I’m here to surprise him.” Y/N said and the man nodded

“Well I’m sure he’ll be pleasantly surprised. I’ll get you there in no time.” He said

“Thank you.” Y/N said getting into the car

Y/N watched the cars pass and admired the bright lights as the driver pulled into the parking lot of what Y/N assumed to be the bar, it was very crowded and the lights on the outside were flashing brightly.

“Here you go, thank you again.” Y/N smiled handing the driver 20 dollars as he handed her her suitcase

“Good luck.” The driver nodded politely before getting back into his car and driving off

Y/N smiled in excitement, she couldn’t wait to see Iceman again. Going almost 6 months without seeing your husband is hard, especially when your all alone and pregnant with your first child.

Y/N picked up her suitcase and walked into the bar she was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and smoke, there were people all over the place but her eyes were immediately drawn to the rowdy group of men in the corner by the pool table. Y/N smiled when she saw her husband with a cocky smirk on his face as he won the game by sinking the eight ball into the left corner pocket.

She immediately started making her way through the crowd being careful not to accidentally knock someone out with her suitcase, but her swollen belly made it hard to squeeze past people.

“Hey Ice.” Slider said catching the man’s attention as he gestured to the crowd of people, Iceman followed his gaze and immediately a smile that no one had ever seen before came onto his face

“I think Ice is broken.” Goose whispered to Maverick who chuckled

Iceman paid them no mind and immediately laid his pool stick down on the table before quickly making his way towards Y/N.

“Y/N!” Iceman exclaimed making Y/N smile as she saw Iceman hurry towards her. “Oh sugar.”

Once she was in his reach Iceman pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her with so much passion it almost knocked her off her feet, one of his hands was resting on the back of her head while the other immediately went to her belly as Y/N wrapped both arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Who’s that?” Maverick asked as they all watched shocked

“Y/N, Ice’s wife.” Slider said with a smirk on his face as he took in their confused ones

“Wife!?”

“Oh your so beautiful. So beautiful, I’ve missed you so much.” Iceman smiled kissing all over Y/N’s face making her giggle before Iceman dropped to his knee and rested his forehead on her stomach placing a few kisses on it. “Oh you’ve grown so much, I hope you haven’t been giving mommy that hard of a time.”

“They’ve missed you.” Y/N smiled messing with his hair before he stood up and cupped her cheeks. “Oh, give me your hand.”

Y/N ignored Iceman’s confused look as she grabbed his hand and rested it on her lower belly, immediately there was a strong kick right where his hand was making him look at her shocked.

“That was a kick? They just kicked?” Iceman asked with a teary smile, he had never felt the baby kick before so feeling it now overwhelmed him with happiness

“Yep, they love your voice. I missed you so much.” Y/N sighed as Iceman pulled her into his arms and held her to his chest

“Not as much as I missed you. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without holding you in my arms. Never again, I want you to stay here with me until we’re done at Top Gun. Your getting close to your due date and I don’t want to miss it, we don’t have any family back home so what would we miss?” Iceman suggested with a hopeful look

“What about all our stuff? The babies stuff?” Y/N asked with a small smile

“I’ll figure it out and until then we can get new stuff, me and Slider have a apartment we can stay there until I finish Top Gun and we can have a fresh start somewhere new if we wanted.” Iceman said rubbing Y/N’s cheek. “What do you say?”

“Ok. Ok, I’ll go anywhere if that means I’ll be with you.” Y/N smiled and Iceman whooped before picking her up and spinning around making Y/N laugh. “Your making me dizzy!”

“Sorry baby.” Iceman chuckled as he sat her down. “Come on I’ll introduce you to the guys.”

Iceman grabbed Y/N’s suitcase off the ground and grabbed her hand before leading her towards the guys.

“Everyone this is my wife Y/N. Sugar this is Maverick and Goose and you know Slider obviously.” Iceman said and Y/N smiled

“How’s my godchild?” Slider asked pulling Y/N into a tight hug

“Great, definitely going to be a professional soccer player by the way they kick.” Y/N chuckled before turning to Maverick and Goose. “It’s nice to meet you two, Tommy’s told me so much about you.” Y/N smiled shaking their hands

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Goose smiled, “you know my wife is in town too, you guys should meet I’m sure you’d get along.”

“I’d love to.” Y/N smiled

“So what’s it like being married to Iceman?” Maverick asked and Iceman rolled his eyes pulling Y/N into his arms resting his hands on her belly

“Very hectic. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Y/N smiled looking up at Iceman who smiled back and kissed her forehead.

Iceman and Y/N didn’t stay at the bar too much longer and decided to head home since Y/N was tired from the flight.

“I’m so glad that your here. I love you.” Iceman said as they laid in bed, he had his arms wrapped around Y/N pulling her tight to his chest and resting another hand on her stomach

“I’m glad I’m here too, I love you too.” Y/N smiled and sighed in content in her favorite place to be, wrapped in her husbands arms.

#iceman #iceman x reader #top gun #tom kazansky #tom kazansky x reader

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randoauthor · 2 years

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Long Time No See (P.M)

Pairings: Pete Mitchell x Fem!Reader, Brother!Tom Kazansky x Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death

Word Count: 1.3K

Author's Note: Enjoy this whirlwind of whatever this is.

Summary: You've been out of the military for ten years, a civilian in all the ways that matter. But your life lacks meaning—not from your lack of service, but from the woman you left behind. She went missing on your last mission, and you've never been able to forget her. You never told her the truth, that you loved her, and the mistake eats at you. Even a decade later, it consumes you. One day you open your door to find her standing on the other side.

MasterList!

10 years.

It had been 10 years since I watched her die.

Her plane went down in fiery smoke 10 years ago and it was all my fault.

So how the fuck was she standing on my porch?

I had been to places that were much colder than San Diego. But the chill I was feeling was as cold as dry ice, the kind that burns you if you touch it.

She was my everything.

Tom stood against the car behind her, a half smile, half worried look stretched across his face.

"Hey man," Goose tried his best to console me. He and his very pregnant wife had stood by my side at her funeral. Goose threw an arm around my shoulder and all I could do was laugh.

"How do you have a funeral with a casket that's empty?" My voice was shot. I guess that's what I get for spending the last month of my life screaming and crying.

Goose seems taken aback by my question, he shoots Carole a worried glance as she waddles over to us, struggling to sit down in the chair beside me. She put a soft hand on my knee, offering a smile that would do no help.

"It's for her family Mav," Carole said slowly, "how do you think they would feel if they had nothing to bury?"

I look up at her, "I wish they had something to bury, maybe then this shit show wouldn't hurt as bad because at least I'd know I didn't abandon her after her plane went down."

Carole's eyes got softer as she rubbed her thumb on my knee.

"Mav," Goose said softly, "it's impossible that she is alive, you know. There could have been no survivors with the way her plane crashed."

"Mav," her voice came softly to my ears, "Mav it's me."

I was too shocked to move, my body and mind felt like the static on the television and she was messing with the remote's buttons. Her arm reached out to grab mine and the moment I felt her touch I broke down.

In a swift motion, she was in my arms. The both of us collapsed into a pile of tears on my doorstep. Tom kept his distance, watching as I was reunited with my first love.

All of the hurt had vanished in a matter of minutes, she was here, she was real, and she was safe.

"How did you?" She kissed me once before smiling. I study her face, worried that I'll forget it the moment I close my eyes for sleep.

I invite both her and Tom inside, there's a lot she doesn't know.

My house was a mess. A bottle of scotch and a glass sat together on my coffee table as I had forgotten they were there.

"Pete, what happened to you," her voice was soft as she looked around my home, papers were strewn about my living room, my kitchen was a disaster and my room was a mess.

"You happened to me." I joked but the shared look between them as if you question if the other knew that I was this bad.

She took a seat on the couch while Tom followed me into the kitchen.

"Pete, dude." Tom spoke softly, "what happened?"

I looked up at him his eyes filled with wonder and fear.

"I lost myself after I lost her," I said, "I quit everything after Goose died because I didn't have anyone anymore."

Tom put a hand on my shoulder before I nodded and headed back into the living room, Tom following closely behind me.

"Pete, where's Nicky?" Her eyes bore holes into me. I let out a shaky breath as Tom tried to step forward to speak. I threw my arm out to stop him, taking a few steps over to her and crouching down to her eye level.

"He died, about six years back."

I watched as her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, it had always been the three of us on the ship, we were always the three that got into trouble.

***

"Lieutenant Mitchell, Lieutenant Bradshaw, Lieutenant Kazansky," Commander Jardian's voice came through, rung out and tired.

We had been in this fight for three days. We were all exhausted.

"Why is it whenever there is trouble on this ship it is you three imbeciles running the muck?"

Goose tried his hardest to suppress a smile as our best friend stood beside us, taking the screaming like a champ.

"Sir," she began, head held high. "In our defense, Goose had asked a very good question and we absolutely had to figure out the answer to it."

"Merit." Jardian sighed, her call-sign falling off his lips in a tired slope. "What exactly was the question you three just had to answer?"

"Well you see sir," she stood taller to meet his gaze, "Goose's fiancé sent him a bunch of candy that we can't get overseas, and one of those happened to be gummy worms."

The commander applied pressure to the space between his eyes as the three of us shared a quick glance.

"Goose wanted to know what would happen if you licked one side of the gummy and then flung it at the wall." She stated softly.

"Yeah," Goose added, "but then that changed to the ceiling, and once we ran out of gummy worms we discovered what else could stick to the wall and ceiling."

"So you're telling me," Commander Jardian started, " that the reason your bunk room is covered in gummy worms, gummy bears, and all things gummy is because you wanted to see if it would stick?"

The three of us delivered a sharp nod.

"Please," he started, exhausted by the conversation, "get out of my sight."

With a quick 'yes sir' the three of us scurried off, falling into a pit of giggles as soon as the door closed behind us.

***

"No," she said softly, "not Nicky."

I nodded before grabbing her hands.

"What happened since I went down?" Her voice filled with such a sadness only the truly broken would understand.

"Him and Carole got married. They had a beautiful baby boy, his name is Bradley. He is so prefect, he's gonna be 9 this year."

She looked between Tom and I, a mixture of disbelief and sadness in her face broke my heart.

"What happened to him?" She seemed tired, desperately trying to avoid the blanket of sleep that was overcoming her.

"We can talk about that tomorrow, come on let's get you into bed." I outstretched my hand to offer her help in standing up. Tom helping me bring her upstairs, getting her settled into the bed in whatever clothes we could find.

She had been fast asleep for all of and hour before Tom and I found ourselves on the back porch, both of us nursing cups of scotch.

"How did they find her?" I asked, breaking the silence we had.

"Classified, not even I am allowed to know." Tom let out a chuckle, "I got a call one day that they had found her and the next thing I knew mom, pop, and I were rushing into the hospital waiting room, hoping someone could give up any information on her."

I nod along, thankful that she's home.

"How long has she been here?" I ask softly, afraid I'll wake up the girl inside.

"About three months, most of that though was spent in a hospital learning to do basic human functions again." Tom took a sip of his drink, "she asked for you the moment she woke up."

I shutter. If I could have gone after her the moment I knew she had survived.

"Maverick," Tom pulled me from my thoughts, "my sister has been through a lot, please don't break her heart too."

I took a sad glance at Tom and smiled.

"Never in a million years."

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