#I love soft iceman with all my heart

[thatsrightice]

Val Kilmer on the set of Top Gun (1986)

[missxwrites]

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.

[lecsainz]

Kk! So I absolutely loved your last piece about Carlos and the heiress!reader, and I have to agree I really really love those blended fics. Something about them just hits different ya know? And then I saw this post https://www.tumblr.com/monzabee/729167936518012928 and was like god I wish someone still wrote for kimi. And then off I’m scrolling through your blog and I see that ask were apparently you do?? Like holy shit bestie! This is like the greatest day ever! So all of that to say will you please please right something that involves the video from that post?? Pretty please??

MELTING THE ICEMAN

parings: kimi räikkönen x wife!reader

author 🗒️’s: my heart melted writing this, I hope it turned out as you want, love

summary: the one where you see your husband taking care of your son and feel that you couldn’t be happier as you are.

✩. . . masterlist !

Kimi Räikkönen, the Iceman of Formula 1, had always been known for his stoic and unemotional demeanor on the race track. But at home, in the quiet moments, he transformed into a different person entirely. There was a side of him that very few people got to see, a side that was incredibly warm, loving, and tender.

One sunny afternoon, the two of you sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by the soft laughter and gurgles of your 6-month-old son, Jake. Kimi held the baby in his arms, cradling him gently as he made funny faces to elicit the most delightful giggles from your little one.

Kimi leaned down, his lips brushing against Jake's plump, rosy cheeks. "Who's the happiest baby in the world, huh?" he cooed, his Finnish accent making it all the more endearing.

Jake's response was a chorus of delighted baby laughter, a sound that could melt the coldest of hearts. You watched in awe as your husband continued to play with Jake, making silly noises and pretending to nibble on his tiny fingers. It was a side of Kimi that you fell in love with all over again, a side that he reserved for his family.

"Kimi," you whispered, unable to contain your fondness, "you are the best dad in the world."

Kimi looked up from Jake's little face, his azure eyes meeting yours. A small, warm smile graced his lips, a rare sight for the world but a daily occurrence in the privacy of your home. "I learned from the best," he said softly, referring to you.

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment. Kimi's transformation into a devoted father had surprised you, but it had also filled your heart with an indescribable joy. His dedication and love for Jake were unmistakable, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner to share parenthood with.

As the day continued, you both took turns caring for Jake, feeding him, changing his diapers, and watching him drift off to sleep in his crib. Every moment felt like a cherished memory in the making, and you couldn't help but daydream about the future.

When Kimi returned to the living room after putting Jake down for his nap, he found you deep in thought. You looked up at him with a dreamy smile, and he knew you were up to something.

"Darling, what's on your mind?" he asked, settling beside you on the couch.

You took his hand and interlaced your fingers. "Kimi, I was just thinking about how wonderful this is—our little family. I love watching you with Jake, and I can't help but wonder… I want more of these moments. I want more children with you."

Kimi's typically cool exterior cracked, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight. "More children?" he repeated, as if the idea had never occurred to him before. But the spark of warmth in his eyes revealed that he was just as excited by the prospect.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, more children. I want to see you as a father again and again, to have more of these beautiful moments with you."

A slow, genuine smile spread across Kimi's face, and he pulled you into a loving embrace. "I'd love that," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you, and I love our family. Let's make more beautiful memories together."

The two of you sat there, lost in the prospect of a larger, even more joyful family. Kimi held you close, and you knew that your dreams were aligned. It was a beautiful day of laughter, love, and dreams for the future, all in the gentle embrace of your husband and your precious son, Jake. The Iceman had certainly melted, and you couldn't have been happier about it.

[icemankazansky]

Top 5 Iceman Kazansky eras

Oh my God, this is inspired.

Lessee.

In chronological order:

USNA Valedictorian and Most Valuable Player (Varsity Lacrosse and Intramural Sex) Era

Work hard, play hard. Ice did his share of grinding in high school, excelling in academics and balancing as many extracurriculars as possible, but now he's out of his family home, and he can come into his own. Between his Navy work and the extra rigors of playing Division 1 sports, as well as the natural effects of aging, Ice is going to bulk up, lose his puppy fat, and get Stupid Hot. Now that he doesn't have the confines of being a minor living with your parents, he's also going to have the opportunity to slut it up properly. I love this for him.

Top Gun Era

Waist: Snatched. Patience: Nonexistent. He's the best, he knows he's the best, and he's looking his best. Cannot stop serving cunt for a single second. This man is a 24/7 cunt buffet with a heart of gold and a smile made of actual sunshine.

Hot Shot Era

For several years after TOPGUN (probably at least a decade), Ice is going to spend his life as an active duty pilot, in demand and the best of the best. He gets to prove his mettle, hone his skills, and fuck Maverick in aircraft carriers and exotic locales all over the world. I believe they refer to these as glory days. You're doing amazing, sweetie.

Dad Jeans Era

As he ages and is promoted away from flying full time, Ice is going to be less competitive as a reflex. That razor's edge he's maintained so long is going to get sanded down, and he'll become more comfortable with his place in life and the people with whom he shares it, and be more comfortable going without that icy mask, be more comfortable showing his softness. He's going to buy some sweaters. He's going to take some vacations. Maybe he'll pick up some hobbies. He'll buy a bird feeder. He's going to go full DILF.

Growing Old Together

A well-earned retirement for the man who was one of the world's best pilots, one of the highest-ranked military leaders in the world, and an Olympic gold medalist in sex. Sweater Ice is going to enter silver fox mode. He's going to retire and relax for five fucking minutes. He's going to learn to use Do Not Disturb mode on his phone. He's going to install a porch swing on the front porch of his forever home with Maverick. He's going to read books for pleasure, savoring them slowly the way he hasn't been able to in years. He's going to join the AARP and get discounts at restaurants once he's able to eat normally again after cancer and chemo. He and Maverick are going to take long vacations together, just the two of them, doing things they've wanted to do their entire lives. It's well deserved, Admiral.

[jackiepackiee]

“May I have this dance?”

Chuuya x reader

(ft. The Flags)

Warnings - none

Type - Fluff

Word Count - 798

A song for you by Donny Hathaway. The slow jazz filled every inch of the old world pool hall, seducing the ears of every resident that found themselves inside. There were only seven, but that's how it always was. Every other night, when no missions were to be had. Albatross, drinking some fruit-based cocktail while teasing Chuuya. The latter gritting his teeth at his friend, although any passersby would think he hates him. Iceman enjoyed the music, as well as Doc as he both sipped on some heavy whisky. Pianoman and Lippmann were in a very intense game of pool, tied the entire run. Then, you. Changing the record to some more up beat jazz.

“We should dance! Doesn’t that sound fun?” You had always been rather energetic with a bit of alcohol in your system. It’s not like this place had a limit or carded anyone.

Lippmann looked up at you, a bit surprised. “Dance? Since when did you dance?”

“Since forever! Come on~ I love dancing, it’s only natural.” She explained.

On the other end of the hall Albatross teased Chuuya’s hair, before whispering into his ear.

“Go dance with her, you know you wanna~”

You didn’t realize this teasing, thinking Chuuya’s red cheeks were only from some overly expensive wine. Little did you know he hadn’t had a sip all night.

“No way! Anyways she’s talking to Lippmann, I don’t wanna bother her.” Chuuya said, pushing away Albatross. Not enough to hurt him of course.

Lippmann was having the same idea, no way he’d pass the opportunity up to play matchmaker.

“Very well then. Hmm, I’m not sure… you shouldn’t dance with Doc, wouldn’t wanna knock over his IV.”

Pianoman joined in, putting his pool stick down.

“And not Iceman, he’s a whole lot bigger than you with all that muscle.”

Pianoman said, easily concealing his playfulness.

Doc leaned into the trio of you, Lippmann, and Pianoman.

“And not Albatross, I’d bet he has two left feet.”

You.. you were not understanding what this was leading to. But still giggled at Doc’s little joke. Luckily Albatross couldn’t hear.

“Well, then who? You, Lippmann?”

Did she have to be so dense?

“No! I mean uh- I’m not very good at dancing, and neither is Pianoman!” Lippmann tried to turn it on Chuuya.

“But Pianoman, I’ve seen you dance on a mission before?” She spoke, curious as to why it was said he couldn’t dance. He shook his head, lying for a good cause.

Albatross walked over before she could ask any more questions, Chuuya in tow.

“You know, Chuuya could dance with you! Isn’t that right?”

She perked up, happy someone would dance with her. She smiled, and he melted. How could he ever say no to her?

“Sure… will you dance with me?”

He asked, gentlemanly as he always was with her.

Iceman, quiet as he always was, was still listening. He picked a record, it was from New Orleans. Jazzy and fast pace, probably from the 1930’s. He knew she loved this style. Swing dancing… Chuuya was in for an absolute treat, as well as the rest of the flags. Since they knew damn well he’d be faking it till he made it.

“Of course I’ll dance with you! Let’s go!”

She took his gloved hand in hers. It was surprisingly soft leather, though the real hand would be much nicer to hold and feel. Even if neither would admit it.

“You ready, Chuu?” God, his heart would give out if she called him that nickname ever again. But, he wouldn’t complain. What a lovely way to die that would be. Damn it, he got distracted.

“Chuuya? Ready?”

She was so patient.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Umm.. what do I do?”

She laughed, not in a mean way. It was cute, that’s what he thought anyway.

“Sorry sorry.. we can start with the basics. Okay, hands in mine.”

He took her hands. Unbeknownst to her, the flags gave him grins and thumbs up. “Your nails… They are painted red. That’s my favorite color, they’re lovely.”

“It is? Well isn’t that perfect, and thank you.”

She started to sway to the music. He followed suit, thanking his past self for learning how to keep rhythm.

“Can I spin you?”

She agreed, spinning while holding his hand. She was smiling, eyes beaming while looking into his. Was she?… she had her doubts before, but she definitely loved him.

Iceman, with his knowledge of records, changed the music to play a slower song. Meaning Chuuya could hold her close. He did not need five wingmen.

He pulled her closer by the waist.

“The music slowed down, so we should too.”

“Since when did you know about dance?~”

He made a faux annoyed expression.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Part two?

[mqverick]

Waking On Air || chapter 4

Three whole days accompanied by swollen puffy eyes, night sobbing and restless mornings had passed ever since your fight with Iceman. You’d put it as a personal goal to isolate yourself from everyone, mostly Maverick, which you had successfully accomplished. You’d seen him looking at you in Top Gun academy, quite an amount of times, but dodged every single one of his looks and disappeared into thin air whenever you caught him walking towards your figure.

You missed Tom, but not as much as you missed Maverick, which had been a shock to you at first — had you been lying.

The fact that Tom hadn’t reached out to you ever since, though, was making you sick to your stomach. You never meant to hurt him the way you did and you’d expected yourself to be more civilized than to go cry off to Pete Mitchell, for crying out loud. However, having in mind that he needed time to think and process just as bad as you did, you came to the conclusion that begging for forgiveness was not going to work.

There you were now, pushing around the dreadful food in your plate with your fork, all alone in the lunch hall. The weight of another person sitting next to you slightly scared you off as you flinched a little, hoping it would be either member of the messed up love triangle you’d gotten yourself into. The tiniest hint of a relieved smile formed on your face when you looked up to see Goose.

“My girl, Roger,” he greeted with a hug, lingering a bit longer, providing you the comfort you needed the most at that specific time in your life.

“Oh, Nick,” you sighed, burying your face in your hands. “I’ve screwed up. I don’t know what the fuck to do, it’s driving me restless. Not even flying makes me happy anymore and it used to be my only way to escape from reality.”

“Hey, there,” Goose said sympathetically, running his hand up and down the length of your back. “Uncle Goose is here. I’d ask you to tell me what’s bothering you but I’m pretty sure I’ve painted quite the picture in my head. You know, with Maverick up my ass and all.”

“I don’t even want to know his name.”

“You don’t mean that, Roger.”

“You’re wrong,” you argued, coming off too strong. “Ever since that guy showed up in my life, everything between me and Ice has been going downhill — and I like Tom so much. Now he probably fucking despises me.”

“Iceman is a tough guy, but he surely doesn’t hate you. His ego probably got hurt after he heard you’re going out with his biggest opponent.”

“I’m not going out with Maverick.”

“He seems to believe otherwise.”

“He can believe whatever the fuck he wants, I’m done ruining things I already have and love for his sake. He’s not all that either, to be honest.”

Goose exhaled rather loudly as he shifted closer to you, giving you a soft nudge. “You know how much I love you, Roger, but I also love Maverick. Look, I get it, he’s a little too much than anyone can handle, he’s not famous for being good with words and sometimes his attitude doesn’t help him make the greatest first impression, but once you get to know him, he’s actually a really nice guy.”

“You’re biased, Goose.”

“Maybe. But all I’m asking for is to not break his heart. He’d probably kill me if he knew what I’m telling you right now, but he’s not just trying to get in your pants. He genuinely cares about you — a lot — more than I’ve seen him care about anyone in his life before. I mean it; he’s constantly looking for an excuse to bring you up in the most random conversation.” You blushed at Goose’s revelations about Maverick, finding the idea of the cocky aviator being so caught up in you so incredibly distracting. Truth is, you’d been kind of feeling the same way about him. “Just, please, don’t lead him on if there’s a zero chance with him.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, eyes burning and stinging with tears. You were so torn, so unable to decide, so incapable of thinking straight.

“As much as I’d love to see my two best friends together, I’m not here to convince you to date Maverick. That’s your own decision, but just know that if you ever need to talk to someone, my door will always be open for you,” Goose reassured you with a bright beam, which you weakly reflected.

“I meant what I said about Ice, Nick. He’s been treating me like royalty ever since we started going out. He’s a completely different person than the one you get to see here, but…” you clenched your jaw, eyes dropping back on your plate, scanning it as if it were the most interesting thing you’d seen in your life. “See? That’s the problem; there shouldn’t even be a but.”

“Do you feel like something’s missing?”

“Yeah. I mean, no — maybe? All I know is that whatever that but represents, it goes away when I’m with Maverick. And it terrifies me, Bradshaw.”

Goose chuckled. “Maverick terrifies you?”

“The way he makes me feel does. It’s like I’m seventeen all over again and I’m experiencing this unruly and intense wave of overwhelming emotions that I can’t control. It’s like I’m flying so freely and fast, but at the same time, I’m about to crash and catch on fire. He’s… he’s special and he knows it.” For a split second, you let yourself wander through the fantasy of being with Pete, forgetting all about the present actuality. You dreamt of hugging him, telling him how he made you feel, kissing him. It was growing into something that was beyond physical attraction, beyond than an innocent middle school crush.

Goose looked down, trying to cover the knowing smile on his face. “You deserve to be in a perfect relationship, Roger. You deserve to have someone who’ll make you happy.” And with that, he patted your back, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before heading back to his table.

Making difficult decisions is a common occurrence in life, you decided. Your eyes were burning, shutting as you combed your fingers through the roots of your hair. Goose’s words were replaying through your mind, driving you close to insanity. He was surely right about one thing though; and that was that in the end, it was your life and your choice whom you wanted to spend it with. You weighed every advantage and disadvantage of the situation, but still found yourself unable to audibly make a decision.

Your heart only had one person, one choice, one future. It was beating into the rhythm of three familiar syllables of a certain call sign, sending a wave of unsettling feelings in your stomach.

Were you actually about to do this?

Go big or go home, your inner voice encouraged as you stood up, eyes locked into the reckless aviator that went by the name Maverick.

“Roger?”

Out of the blue, you felt yourself glue on the floor, knees trembling at the sound of Tom’s voice. He hadn’t talked or even looked at you for the past three days — you thought he’d cut you off — but there he was, hands nervously shaped into fists against his sides, pupils scanning the ground. You didn’t even know how to respond. “Yeah?”

“I feel like we’ve got some things to discuss about.”

“Oh.”

What was it with you and the monosyllabic words that came out of your mouth in the most unfazed tone of voice? Tom grabbed your hand and dragged you all the way to the lockers, making sure no one else was there. He then proceeded to hug you; an action you hesitantly and half-heartedly returned as your eyes pricked with tears for the bazillionth time that morning.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathed against your neck. You wanted to reciprocate, tell him you missed him too, more than anything else in the world — but he wasn’t Maverick.

“Tom, before you say anything—”

“No, let me speak first,” he interrupted and you sighed. “I acted like a douche to you. So much anger bubbled up inside me that it fogged my brain and I couldn’t think straight. All I could picture was losing you to Maverick and it drove me over the edge. You’re the most important person in my life and I had a very different and more romantic way of telling you this in my mind, but I love you. I love you and I don’t want to let my jealousy affect what we have again. I swear to you, I’m trying to be a better, more positive and compatible person and I think it’s working — only because you motivate me to be the best version of myself.”

With your jaw slightly hanging, you stared at Tom speechless. Never had you ever been expecting such a heartfelt apology from him and you were pleasantly shocked. You liked him, you liked him so much and you’d remind that to yourself until it would actually become true.

“I’m sorry as well. I should’ve never talked to Maverick behind your back, let alone to meet up with him. But Tom, about what you just said—”

“I understand it might be a little too soon, you don’t have to worry about saying anything back. I just wanted you to know.”

Your face steeped in guilt, bitterly regretting every interaction between you and Maverick. Why were you so afraid of owning up to your own feelings? Pangs of sweat washed the back of your neck as you gulped what felt like a rock covered with thorns roll down your esophagus.

Tom Kazansky was a great guy and an even greater boyfriend, but could you imagine yourself falling in love with him the same way you’d already been doing with Pete Mitchell?

“Look, Ice,” his call sign rolled out of your tongue with a hint of uneasiness — and lord, you wished the ground would swallow you from the face of earth. “I like you a lot, but…” your trail of thoughts died down the moment his expression dropped when you mentioned a certain three-lettered word he’d been hoping not to hear from you.

“There’s a but,” he noticed, struggling to hide the fact that you’d somewhat crashed his dreams.

“It’s not your fault,” you attempted to comfort the blond pilot, but the sadness written all over his face was giving you such a hard time to come up with an excuse that your body intuitively lunched at his, arms wrapping around his neck hurriedly as your lips silenced whatever else you’d been about to blurt by landing right on his. Though you’d shared loads of kisses with Tom before, none of them had the same awkwardness and force of that one. He seemed to be quite enjoying it, pulling you closer to him as his hands snaked around your middle, but you, on the other hand, were suppressing tears of frustration (you were furious with yourself for not being able to handle such a hardship, let alone the fact that said hardship should’ve lead to a breakup).

Nevertheless, you were not opposed to giving Tom a second chance. Maybe you could take it from the top, go slow, reignite the fire. Yeah, you could do that, your inner voice convinced as you pulled away from him with a small smile, rubbing his shoulder a little bit as he leaned his temple against yours.

Little did you know that by opting not to break Iceman’s heart, you’d subconsciously gone against Goose’s earlier pleads and had broken Maverick’s instead, who’d stood frozen during the entire scene across from where you and Tom were, words strangling in his throat as his eyes blurred achingly at the sight of you smiling in his opponent’s arms.

Chapter 5

tags:

@holishol

@iheqrtaustin

[rose-pearls]

Office hours - Part 2

Part 2 of this story: Bradley and you can't stand your bosses flirting/arguing so you decide to get them together.

Relationships: Icemav, bob x hangman (mentioned), Bradley x reader

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain (open for every fandom)

Top Gun taglist: @bisexual-watermelons (open)

“Do you know what Mav just sent me?”, Bradley asks as he falls down on the chair in front of your desk, a pout on his lips.

“I don’t, and it’s still weird you call him Mav when you are at the office.”, you say, and Bradley rolls his eyes before turning back to you.

“He has just told me that he won’t be coming in today because he is ‘too busy’.”, Bradley says with air quotes, and you can’t help but snort.

“Too busy with Iceman probably.”, Bradley looks disgusted at the words, and you laugh at that.

“That is my godfather you are talking about.”, he says, and you shrug your shoulders.

“Not my fault they finally have gotten their heads out of their asses and are enjoying some alone time.”, you say, and Bradley still looks slightly disgusted but there is a soft smile on his lips.

“Alright love birds break it off.”, Jake says as he barges into your office, and you can’t help but sigh in answer.

“Does no one knock in this office?”, Jake simply ignores you before sitting down and giving you your favorite coffee order.

“And that is why you are my favorite.”, you tell the blond and receive a smirk in response while Bradley scoffs.

“Now that we all know that I’m your favorite, I need some advice.”, this surprises you and as you look at Bradley, you see him with an equally surprised face.

“Shoot.”, Bradley says, and Jake lets out a dramatic sigh.

“I met with Bobby yesterday and it was perfect, I mean that man is the most perfect human being on earth.”, Jake continues to ramble about how perfect Bob is in every way before you roll your eyes and interrupt him.

“Why do you need advice?”, Bradley nods, looking relieved that Jake isn’t waxing poetry anymore about Bob.

“I need to figure out how to woo him.”, there is a silence for a moment before Bradley starts laughing, quiet loudly, until he sees that Jake is serious.

“Wait, you are serious?”, Jake rolls his eyes at the words before letting out a sigh.

“Bob seems to think that I am a player.”

“He is not wrong.”, you say and Jake glares at you but you just smirk back.

“So, I need to show him that I am serious and that I only want him.”, Jake says, and you can’t help but look him over, he seems a little bit scared and desperate, which is something you never thought you would see on Jake.

“Well, why don’t you start off with little gestures. Discover what he likes, like flowers or maybe he is someone that prefers to spend time together. Find little things that will make his heart flutter and will show him that you truly care.”, there is a hopeful smile on Jake’s lips before he jumps out of his chair and kisses your cheeks with a loud smack. Leaving you in shock and Bradley with wide eyes.

“Thank you so much!”, Jake says before leaving, ignoring Bradley’s stuttering about how you are his girlfriend.

“That man is something.”, you can’t help but say as you take a sip from your coffee and Bradley agrees grumpily. 

“Aw common Brad, he just kissed my cheek to thank me for helping him find a way to ‘woo’ Bob.”, you say teasingly but Bradley seems to still be pouting so you get up from your chair and go stand in front of him.

“Talk to me.”, you tell him softly and he lets out a sigh before bringing you closer to him, between his legs.

“I just, don’t like it when other people touch you, especially without your consent. And because I get jealous of them touching you, when I’m the only one that should.”, you feel yourself shiver at his heated gaze and his hands that are wandering along the lines of your body.

“Good thing you are the only one touching me.”, you whisper, and Bradley brings you into a heated kiss, making you sit down on his lap.

The kiss is far more heated than it should be, at work, but you can’t stop yourself from kissing him just as fervently. His hands are running across your body before gripping your ass, making you gasp into his mouth and giving him the opportunity to kiss you even deeper. You can feel him getting harder against you and you rock yourself against him, enjoying the breathless moan from him. 

“I know I said I wouldn’t come into work today but-”, the door is flown open, and you nearly fall from Bradley’s lap from the surprise but his strong hands on your ass stops you from falling. The both of you turn around to find Maverick and Iceman in the doorway of your office with mouth wide open.

“Told you.”, Iceman says with a smirk, and you feel confused for a moment before Maverick grumbles and gives Iceman a crumbled dollar bill. 

You scramble off of Bradley’s lap and you try to get yourself back together, but it seems a bit more difficult than you thought it would be.

“So sorry sir.”, you say quickly as you sit back down at your desk, but Iceman only has a bright smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m happy that the two of you are together, you should come by for family dinner.”, Iceman says, and you can’t help but look at him in shock.

“I – I would love to sir.”, you say and Iceman smiles happily before looking at the two of you with a cold gaze. 

“However, don’t let me or anyone else catch you in this kind of position. Is that clear?”, he says, and you feel slightly scared at the cold blue eyes.

“Yes sir.”, you tell him, and Ice seems satisfied, Maverick is looking at Iceman with so much love in his eyes you feel like he is going to explode but there is something else in there that you don’t want to think about.

“Yes Ice, but make sure you and Uncle Mav don’t get found into a similar position.”, there is that cheeky smile on Bradley’s face and you can’t help but look at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah that is all Maverick’s fault.”, your boss says, and you can’t help but laugh as Maverick rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t hear you complain old man.”, Maverick says with a smirk and Ice rolls his eyes.

“I’m one year older than you.”

“Still one year.”, the two are looking at each other with heated gazes and you suddenly feel like you are interrupting something.

“Not that we don’t enjoy your company but keep this foreplay between the two of you and between locked doors.”, Bradley says, and Ice seems to try and say something, but nothing comes out. Maverick rolls his eyes and drags Iceman out of your office with a smirk on his lips.

“We are taking our lunch break it will be of an hour.”, there is a smirk on his lips before he closes the door, and you look back towards Bradley.

“They really can’t keep it in their pants.”, you say and Bradley snorts in answer.

“What do you say we lock that door of yours and get back to what we were doing.”, he whispers, a seductive smile on his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

“Better do it quickly Bradshaw because time is ticking.”, that is the only thing you need to say before your boyfriend locks the door and brings you into another heated kiss.

[wishfulwithwine]

Fathers

Beau Cyclone Simpson x Fem!WifeReader

Warnings: pregnancy, terrible fathers, cursing, alcohol, abandonment, navy, death

Author - couldn’t get this concept out of my head! not edited, just needed to write it all out, so i apologize if it’s terrible.

photo from pinterest:

For how stern Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson was, his wife was the epitome of sunshine. If Y/N Simpson worked in the Navy, Warlock joked your callsign was ‘Sunshine’. You added the softness to the relationship in public, however you would say that your husband was a romantic. You viewed him as the love of your life, your protector, and the only person either of you loved more than each other would be your newborn son.

Beau planned all your dates, would always randomly bring you flowers, and made sure every day you knew you were the most beautiful woman in his eyes. 

You were Beau’s heart, and although some of the Navy guys teased he didn’t actually have one, no one could deny the personality change that seemed to happen when you were around. You were the light of his life, and your newborn son was another beacon that made Beau’s heart brighter. 

“Baby, do you want me to hold him?” Beau asked, concerned as he watched you walking up the with your Tommy in your arms. You didn’t look like you were in pain, but since delivering less than two weeks ago, he was still nervous.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I’m good. He’s good right now” You said, with a soft smile, before looking down at your son who was awake but just sucking on his pacifier for now. Smiling, Beau kept walking besides you, as he rolled the stroller with plenty of “in case” bags. 

As first time newborn parents, you didn’t know what was going to happen with leaving your house for more than a few minutes. As a Navy Admiral, Beau usually planned for everything - so he packed multiple bags for multiple scenarios - crying, sleeping, eating, etc. Another reason you two got along so well was because you both were very “type A”. 

Today was Admiral Kazansky’s funeral however, and although you had not brought Tommy to the actual funeral, Sarah Kazansky had requested that he appeared at his namesake’s house afterwards. 

Tommy - Thomas Jeremy Simpson - was named after Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, the man who was basically a father to Y/N after her own father had ignored her. In all sense of the word parents, that was Admiral and Mrs. Kazansky to Y/N. They had been the ones at her high school graduation, college graduation, wedding, and this past week, birth of her son. 

Only a few people had been at the hospital the day Tommy was born - Sarah and Tom Kazansky, Warlock, and Y/N’s best friend. Ice was incredibly honored to have been his ‘grandson’s’ namesake, tears streamed down his face when Beau had broken the news.

Her actual father…well he cared more about the son of his best friend to ever pay attention to his own. Most people didn’t even know he had a daughter. 

You met Beau after a dinner party at Kazansky’s. He’ll never forget when he saw you in that dress, how you radiated beauty with your kind smile. Despite his reputation, he couldn’t help but stare at you, as you talked with many others before making your way over to his group. 

“Y/N darling, this is Vice Admiral Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson” Ice introduced, and he watched as you smiled warmly at him, before looking at Ice, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“This is the infamous Cyclone? He doesn’t look so bad” You replied, your hand reaching out to shake his. Surprising the group, he took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of your palm, keeping his eyes locked onto yours. The Kazansky’s looked to each other with confusion on their faces.

“What have you heard about me?” He replied, a raised eyebrow but playfulness in his eyes. You smiled widely, and Ice couldn’t help but feel a smile creep on his face. 

“Ice thinks you’re too much of a rule follower” You replied, as Ice sighed, rolling his eyes at your comment.

“Well someone has to be. Can’t keep letting Maverick off the hook every time he pisses off an admiral” Beau says, slight annoyance in his tone about Maverick, but as he watched Tom and Sarah’s head turn swiftly to you, gauging your reaction, he could see he said something wrong.  

“I’m going to get some more to drink. Would anyone like more?” You said, a forced smile on your lips. He nodded caught your gaze, following you over to the bar. He could feel Tom’s staring on his back, which he shook off as he looked at you. 

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Do you know Maverick?” Beau asked, curiosity over taking him. You looked back at him, nodding before pouring some more wine in your glass. He poured some more whiskey in his glass.

“I’m assuming you don’t like him very much?” You replied, deciding to not give much away about how you know Maverick. He shrugged, when you met his gaze again. Your expression wasn’t alluding to a positive nor a negative relationship. Did you date him? 

“There’s a reason he hasn’t had a promotion more than Captain. He might be friend’s with Ice, but…” Beau said, trailing off on how best to describe him.

“He doesn’t care about rules. Very his way or the highway” You replied, rolling your eyes as you took a big sip of your wine. Beau looked at you curiously, and when you looked back at him you sighed. “Trust me, I’m with you on it. He’s my father, but we haven’t spoken in about ten years” You said, and Beau froze.

“I’m so sorry” He said, but you smiled warmly at him, reaching out your hand to place on his shoulder.

“Please, don’t worry about it. Ice is more of my father than he is. Now, should I call you Beau or Cyclone? Which would you prefer?” You asked, switching topics easily. He smiled, putting his hand over yours.

“You can call me Beau. What do you do for work?” He asked, as he saw you smiled wider.

The whole night the pair of you stayed by each other’s side, causing Sarah to rearrange some of the dinner place cards so you two could sit together. The Kazansky’s, as well as the rest of the guests at the dinner party,  watched as you laughed and flirted with the Vice Admiral, and Cyclone smiled for almost the whole night, a rare sight for those involved with the Navy. The other officials were in shock. 

“Did you give him drugs?” Warlock asked Ice, as they both stared at Cyclone and you, laughing together. 

“No… Sarah?” Ice asked, looking to his wife, as she glanced over to the couple.

“I think he likes her” Sarah said, smiling, as she watched you blush over something Beau said. They watched as he grinned wider, a twinkle in both of their eyes.

“Maverick is going to hate this” Warlock stated.

“Maverick hasn’t spoken to his daughter in 10 years. I don’t think he has any room to comment” Sarah stated conclusively, looking to Ice with a knowing glance. He nodded, looking at you.

“She deserves happiness” Ice said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Y/N, Cyclone, it’s so good to see you. Tommy! Oh he’s so adorable” Sarah Kazansky - Y/N’s “mother" said, looking at the couple and child. Y/N smiled softly, not a bright smile considering the circumstances, but Sarah looked genuinely happy to see the child.

“Do you want to hold him, grandma?” You asked, causing the woman to smile wider. 

“Oh I would love too” Sarah said, picking up Tommy from your arms and cradling him. Tommy looked up at her with wide eyes, and Sarah looked back at the couple who also seemed enamored with their newborn. 

“Where should I put Y/N’s pie?” Beau asked, as he put aside the bags and stroller in the hall closet.

“I made some other meals so you won’t have to cook as well” Y/N said.

“Oh just in the kitchen. Thank you both” Sarah said, warmly, before looking back down at her ‘grandchild’. Beau gave Y/N a forehead kiss, before heading to put the food in the kitchen fridge.

“Y/N! And little Tommy!” Warlock said, bringing you into a hug before turning his attention to Tommy in Sarah’s arms. He was getting a bit fidgety so you held out your arms to take him back, and Sarah passed him into yours. 

“I can’t believe you just gave birth. You look beautiful” Sarah said, and you smiled.

“I can’t believe Cyclone let you two out of the house. I was certain he’d make you keep recovering” Warlock teased as you chuckled, rocking Tommy back and forth which seemed to calm him.

“Well it’s a celebration for his namesake after all” You smiled sadly, as you watched Warlock reach out to Tommy, who held onto his hand.

“He’s got a strong grip. If he didn’t have your eyes, I would say he was a mini Cyclone” Warlock said, as everyone chuckled.

“Sarah, my condolences” Pete Mitchell said, walking over to the woman and giving her a hug. 

Warlock and you shared a glance, as you tensed. You diverted your gaze down to Tommy. 

“Let’s go find your father” You whispered, and Warlock nodded, patting your arm before you left to find Beau. He was talking to two men, who looked a bit younger than yourself, in their naval uniforms.

As you walked over, the blonde caught your eye and smiled at you, before Beau saw the lieutenant’s attention was somewhere else, and followed his gaze. He smiled, which seemed to surprise the men, before reaching his arm out to put around your waist and lead you into his side.

“Hey sweetheart, I was just about to come back to you. This is Lieutenants Jake Seresin and Javy Machado. Lieutenants, this is my wife Y/N and our son Tommy” Beaut introduced, as the men smiled and nodded.

“I’d shake your hand but this boy has my hands full. It’s nice to put faces with names, Hangman and Coyote, right?” You said, and they all chuckled.

“Congratulations! How old is he?” Coyote asked.

“Not even two weeks” You said with a smile.

“Are you in the Navy too?” Jake asked, before another woman and two other lieutenants came to join the group.

“No, but most of my kindergarten students have naval officers for parents because the school is so close, so I like to say I’m ‘Naval affiliated’” You said, and the group chuckled.

“You’re also an admiral’s wife, remember?” Beau teased, and you laughed, as the group chuckled, although it seemed slightly awkward, in surprise that your husband was capable of teasing. You were used to it at this point.

“Lieutenants, this is my wife Y/N and son Tommy. Y/N, this is Lieutenants Natasha Trace, Robert Floyd and Bradley Bradshaw” He said, giving you a look as you tensed, looking at Bradley.

“He’s talked about this group all week, so let me guess - Phoenix, Bob and Rooster. It’s a pleasure to meet you all” You said, your smile a bit more forced than usual as you felt the stare of Bradley on you, although you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“He’s so cute! How old is he?” Natasha asked, cooing over Tommy. You focused on Tommy and Natasha.

“Two weeks” Beau said, with a smile, gazing lovingly to his wife. 

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re here. Was it easy?” Natasha asked.

“Stubborn boy gave me twenty two hours of labor” You said.

“If it was up to me, you’d be resting at home” Cyclone said, rubbing your shoulder.

“Yea, well I think I have some veto power since I delivered him, and Tommy was named after Ice” You said, as Beau rolled his eyes but with a smile on his face. 

The lieutenants watched both of you interact with curiosity. Cyclone was acting so strangely compared to normal, but seeing the two of you together, it made sense.

“There they are, Warlock, with Cyclone. Is that a smile I see on his face?” Maverick said, and you tensed. The smiles instantly dropping from both of your faces, you looked to Beau. You hadn’t actually looked at him yet, and now that he was so close, you didn’t know how to escape. 

“Maverick” Cyclone acknowledged, and the lieutenants were almost confused as to why the energy changed so drastically. You looked up and coincidentally made eye contact with Bradley, who seemed to put the pieces together, before you looked down at Tommy, rocking him to calm your own nerves. You looked at Warlock who looked guilty. 

“Cyclone, was that a smile I saw before? I didn’t know you could do that. Is this your wife? I didn’t even know you got married, let alone had a kid. How old is he?” Maverick said, leaning closer, before you stepped away, looking straight at him. Your father.

As soon as you two locked eyes, Maverick’s eyes widened. 

“Yes, this is my wife Y/N, and our son Tommy, named after Ice. He’s two weeks old” Beau said, holding onto you. You broke your eye contact with Maverick, looking back at Beau and Tommy. 

“Y/N?” Maverick asked, and you sighed.

“Yes?” You asked, annoyed.

“Could we speak, outside?” He said, and looked back up at him. His face was tense, his eyes blazing with hurt and anger. You looked to Beau, and he nodded.

“It was nice to meet you all. We’ll be right back” You said, smiling at the lieutenants, before leading Maverick and Cyclone outside.

Inside, the dagger squad watched as Cyclone, Maverick and you all walked away from the house to have your discussion.

“So, ex-lover? Maverick seems to get around” Hangman said, theorizing with a smirk on his face.

“No, no. That’s Maverick’s daughter” Rooster explained, as the group looked to him and then the group in shock.

“Holy shit” Bob said.

“That doesn’t look like a happy reunion” Phoenix stated.

“That’s because it isn’t” Warlock stated ominously, as they all watched, eager for gossip. 

“You got married and didn’t even invite your father?” Maverick yelled as softly as he could, once you three were far enough away from the house outside, his face red with annoyance. You sighed, rocking Tommy in your arms, kissing his face to keep him from crying. 

You could only roll your eyes, but saw Beau’s jaw clench, ready to defend you with harsh words. The veins in his neck were throbbing, and you could see this ending badly. 

“No, Beau. I got this” You said, in a soft tone, placing a hand on Beau’s chest, staring up at your husband with a smile, watching him look down at you before kissing your forehead. 

You stared at him for a moment longer before removing your hand, looking over to Maverick, your gaze shifting from warm to a frosty chill. It felt like the space around you could be an icebox.

“Do you even know what I do for a living?” You asked, your face becoming cold as you watched the emotions all over Maverick’s face. 

Everyone watched how calm you were, and shivered at the iciness in the air. If it was a cartoon, Maverick would be having smoke come out of his ears. Warlock had gotten the attention of Sarah, but held her back from going over to you. 

“Do you know where I went to college? Do you know where I lived before here?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, at his lack of answers. You could see the flashes of regret in his eyes, as his anger became one of remorse. 

“You know, everyone thinks you’re so admirable - keeping track of your best friend’s kid, making sure you’re there for him - at least in the background because Bradley doesn’t speak to you, right? Does he know you keep only his picture in your wallet? Go to his parent’s grave at least three times a year - one for the anniversary of Goose’s death, Goose’s birthday, and Bradley’s birthday, right? Now, can you tell me when my - your daughter’s, your actual child’s - is?” You asked, and you watched Maverick’s Adam’s Apple move, swallowing hard. 

The other lieutenants looked at Bradley, who just stared at you, eyes filled with sympathy. 

There was a long pause, and everyone was shifting eyes back and forth between you, Maverick and Rooster.

You rolled your eyes, already knowing the answer to your questions before you even began your reply. 

“I didn’t think so. You know, I didn’t purposefully keep you away. I told Ice that if you ever asked about me, he could tell you. But only if you asked him” You said, your bite on your words getting harsher, feeling the rise of emotions in you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked up to Beau, his eyes raging with anger.

“So to answer your question, there was always a wedding invite for you. Always. It’s in Ice’s desk. If you ever asked him or Sarah about me, he would have given it to you” You said, before turning away, feeling Beau’s hand on your back, and leaving. 

“Y/N! I’m your father. You can’t walk away from me!” Maverick shouted, causing you to stop and take a deep breath, before turning around.

“That didn’t stop you from turning your back on me. You aren’t my father, Ice is.” You said, feeling Beau’s arm tighten on you, before walking away with him.

“I love you” Beau stated, stopping the two of you when you finally got far enough away from the crowd of people. 

“I love you too” You replied, gazing up at him as he put his hand on your cheek, bringing his lips to yours.

[topgun-imagines]

Iceman thoughts 💭

I always had the head canon that iceman always have been wearing ever since his Top Gun days. He usually wears contacts since he rather not be seen with his glasses. However there are days he doesn’t care or forget to wear his contacts and puts his glasses on instead.

He walks downstairs wearing them while searching for his books and a few pen (out of habit he always love twirling and clicking his pens). The reader notices him wearing them is fall in love with him all over again as she smiles. Ice noticed the smile and chuckles, “You alright, honey?”

The read nods and chuckles, “Y-yeah. It’s just I rarely see you with your glasses on. You look kinda hot.”

“Really? I always wear my contacts..”

“Yeah. You should wear them more often.”

From that moment on, Iceman tends to wear his glasses at more around the house and on occasion to work.

Oh my god I love this 🥹 I definitely have a soft spot for glasses cause I’ve worn them since I was little.

But imagine after you tell him that he just starts wearing them for the mundane domestic things. Like he’ll just randomly put them on while he’s making dinner, grinning slightly at the way you stare at him for a few seconds longer than normal.

Or when he wakes you up on the weekends by kissing all over your face gently. Your eyes flutter open and your heart melts at the sight of the thin frames on his face.

(Or by brining you breakfast in bed but that’s a discussion for later)

One day, he comes home way later than normal and you can practically feel the exhaustion rolling off him. He simply drops his books and files by the door and allows you to lead him to the bed. You both get ready together, tucking the cover around him first and slipping them off his face gently before kissing his forehead 🥹🥹

[mollymauk-teafleak]

how could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily

Maverick is left deeply depressed after Bradley finds out he pulled his papers and Ice is left with no idea what to do. Until Maverick goes out for a run in the storm and finds the first step out of the darkness in a storm drain.

Huge thanks to @hangsters who constantly gives the best ideas and betas all of my fics and is the best ever ever ever

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3 if you liked this!

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It was still raining. 

It had been raining all day, Tom could hear it drumming on his office windows. 

He had just enough time to think I hope Bradley doesn’t have a baseball game today before the grief closed tight around his chest, slipping in through that door left ajar in his mind to sharply remind him that it didn’t matter. Bradley wasn’t here. Bradley was gone.

Tom pushed the glasses he was still getting used to up his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose like that was going to do anything. The thought was still a physical pain, a stab right to the nerve endings. Tom had never been someone who cried easily, he’d taken enough blows in his life to be the one who promised other people it would be okay, the arms that other people ran into. That had always been his job. 

But just that one thought, the realization that Bradley didn’t care whether it was raining or not because he wasn’t going to be walking through the door, curls sticking up from being under his baseball cap, drinking one of those sodas he loved that turned his tongue blue, asking what's for dinner. He wasn’t going to be in the backyard, throwing a ball at the back of the house and catching it, despite Tom constantly joking that if he broke the kitchen window again, he’d trade him in for another cat. When Tom got up in the night, unable to sleep and feeling that he might scream if he had to hold still a second longer, there would be no soft snores coming from behind Bradley’s door, he’d never get that sense of peace and comfort that everyone he loved was safe and accounted for. 

Tom felt his ragged breaths condensing into tears at the back of his throat. He almost let them fall, almost allowed himself a moment’s selfishness but he couldn’t. There were footsteps coming down the hall towards his office. 

“Papa?” the door pushed back, he’d had it ajar anyway but Sofia had never needed to knock. 

Fixing a smile on his face, resting his hands on his keyboard like he’d been actually working, Tom managed a passable impression of Admiral ‘Iceman’ Kazansky for his daughter, “Right here, bobbin. Just getting some work done.”

Sofia hovered anxiously in the doorway, her jacket on and her backpack slung over one shoulder. Looking at her was almost enough to break his heart all over again, every day she seemed to get a little older, a little more grown, he saw more of the young woman she was turning into. She’d never be tall- thanks to Maverick- but she had that gangly, wiriness all teenagers did, like a young colt. Especially when she was drowning in a patterned shirt Tom remembered wearing himself through the eighties. But none of that was what broke his heart, he’d accepted a long time ago that his daughter was always going to grow up faster than he was ready for. 

It was the expression on her face. No high schooler should have had to look so terrified.

“Daddy still isn’t back,” Sofia fidgeted, playing with the straps of her backpack, “I need to go, I’m gonna be late but…he isn’t back.”

Tom had to work to keep his reassuring smile in place. Of course Sofia was giving voice to the same fears currently pacing behind his ribcage, her fingers were twitching and foot was tapping the same way his wanted to. He wanted to take her in his arms and hug tightly, cry with her, refuse to let her out of his sight in case he lost her too. 

But she’d asked him yesterday, in a soft, small voice  like she was afraid someone would overhear, if she could go to the movies with her friends today. She’d held herself so tightly like she was expecting something to fall from the sky and strike her just for asking, like she wasn’t allowed to put down the grief they were all collectively carrying around, even for one Saturday afternoon. Tom wouldn’t let her feel like that. 

So he stood, crossed the room and put his hands on her thin shoulders, “He’ll catch you when you get home, bobbin, don’t worry about it. Everything’s fine, you have fun.”

The guilt in her eyes, those eyes that had started off looking so much like Maverick’s but had turned into Tom’s somewhere along the way, it lessened. Like she only believed him in the way young children did when their parents told them it was so, despite evidence to the contrary. 

“Okay,” she nodded, “Just…just tell daddy I waited for him?”

“I will,” Tom promised, already moving into the tight hug she gave him, letting her bury her face against his shirt, “I’ll keep an eye on him, we’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay…sure you don’t want me to drive you, it’s pouring down out there?”

Sofia shook her head quickly, too quickly to not punch a hole in her casual tone, “Nah, I like getting the bus. I got my umbrella.” You need to stay here in case he comes back, he can’t be alone.

All Tom could do was hug her tighter. Like that would fix anything. 

He waved her off from the front porch, chest tightening every time she glanced back at the house until the curve of the street took her out of sight. Still checking, still hoping. Tom had to wonder who it was she wanted to see, Bradley or Maverick. 

He couldn’t bear to go back to those reports, they were just another reminder of everything that was falling by the wayside as he tried to keep his family together with a white knuckled grip. His feet took him away from his office to the kitchen, to a bowl of pierogi dough that had been chilling in the fridge for way too long, one he’d started around 2am the night before but hadn’t gotten to finish because he’d heard Maverick screaming with another nightmare. But now he took it, scattering the bench with flour and got to rolling with smooth, practiced motions. 

He was failing as an uncle, as a father. He was failing as a husband. He was failing as a rear admiral. But he could at least do this, he could make sure there was food for them, food Maverick didn’t have the stomach to eat, that Sofia would thank him for, a portion that would sit untouched because it still hadn’t sunk in that he didn’t need to feed Bradley. But it would be there and right now, it was the best Tom could do.

It was an understatement to say things were bad. But there were no words to put to this kind of grief, one that wasn’t supposed to exist because his family wasn’t supposed to exist. Everything that had ever threatened them was supposed to be external, Maverick being sent halfway across the world on a vengeful deployment, getting kicked out of the Navy entirely if anyone decided to pry into their relationship, having Bradley and Sofia taken from them. 

The fact that what finally pulled them apart had come from inside was a sour taste in Tom’s tongue. 

He’d felt betrayed, hurt, for a flash of an instant he’d been as angry as Bradley when Maverick had confessed. He’d had no right to pull his papers, to wreck the future the kid wanted without so much as a word, that was never how they’d done things. Of course he didn’t want Bradley in the air, he didn’t want Sofia in the air but part of being a parent was swallowing that, smiling and wishing them well while the fear shredded him inside. The fact that Maverick broke rank, acted so selfishly, Tom couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been furious. 

They’d all felt it. There had been a moment, after Bradley had come home with one foot in a panic attack, holding his rejection letter, after Maverick had confessed what he’d done in a small voice that had tried so hard to sound like he’d done the right thing. Bradley had raged at him, his face looking far too young for that kind of anger, that kind of hate. Tom had got between them just in time, needing all his strength to keep them apart, to push Bradley back out of the magnetic pull of his own fury and give him a chance to leave. And there had been a moment. A moment where Maverick, sprawled against the kitchen counter, and Sofia, sobbing helplessly in the corner, and even Tom himself had waited to see what he’d do. If he’d stay or if he’d go after Bradley.

And Tom had stayed. He’d slept on the couch a few nights, they’d taken things slowly. At first his texts to Bradley had gone unanswered but then he’d called him, they’d talked, they’d cried down the phone, he’d sent him money so he could get set up at the University of Virginia, the one he chose out of his handful of last minute acceptances just to be as far away as possible. Bradley let him help, that was all Tom was going to ask of him, the kid needed space, he needed to be treated like an adult. 

Tom smiled bitterly at the irony of it. He’d stayed, he’d let Bradley go to the other side of the country and take half of Tom’s heart with him. 

But Maverick was the one he was losing. 

It was like they were trapped in the same depressing, gritted-teeth dance routine every day, like there were white dotted lines and footprints across the floor of their house. Maverick rarely left their bed but somehow also rarely slept, not that Tom could blame him. These days, sleeping for him meant nothing but nightmares. It meant five minutes of quiet, Tom lying beside him like a guard dog, tense and hopeful, but the screaming always started, Maverick begging for someone to come back, to not leave him. Sometimes it was Bradley, sometimes it was Goose. Sometimes it was even Tom himself. 

He’d tried everything. He’d read books, he’d talked to professionals as candidly as he could while still being safe, he’d found and scoured enough articles on the Internet that he could probably go for a PhD in psychiatry if he ever got sick of being a rear admiral. Every new technique he found for dealing with loss, Tom told himself that would work, that would be the one that helped Maverick, the rope he’d toss down where he’d feel something tugging on the other end. And every one got them nowhere. 

Tom thought they’d made some progress with the running. Maverick wouldn’t leave their bed to shower, to come down and eat dinner, he wouldn’t even leave for Sofia, no matter how many times she asked. He wouldn’t play board games with her, he wouldn’t watch their old horror movies together, he wouldn’t come sing to her when she couldn’t drift off after losing Bradley had broken her sleep into pieces. It was like he was afraid he’d hurt her too if he so much as looked at his daughter. 

But he’d left the bed when Tom suggested he go for a run. And now that was all he did, if he wasn’t lying in their dark bedroom, nearly comatose, Maverick was running up and down the beach. Tom remembered feeling optimistic the first time he’d woken up with Maverick not actually lying beside him but tying his running shoes on the stairs. He’d felt like it was the first step towards things actually getting better. 

Tom felt pretty stupid, thinking back on that now, standing in his kitchen and overworking dough until he could throw it at the wall and have it bounce back. Maverick didn’t run to clear his head, he didn’t run to try and process his grief or pull himself out of this spiral. He ran out of fear. He ran like he could get away from everything he’d done, until Tom had to drive to get him and beg him to come back, until his feet were torn up by blisters. 

Until the sky was opening and more rain than San Francisco had seen in the last year was falling all at once but Maverick was still not coming home. 

Tom felt that headache still pressing against his temples, like the dark, cloudy thoughts in there were trying to force their way out. Thoughts that took fierce shapes and whispered in poisonous voices. You’re not doing enough. Everything’s falling apart, you’re losing them. They’re all hurting and you can’t save them. You were an idiot to think you could have this life. 

Tom brought his fist down on the counter, sending flour into the air, just for something to drown them out. But the rain kept drumming on the windows, a sound that got under the skin of him and stayed there, like it took over his own heartbeat. Tom sucked in a breath, fuck it, he turned and went for his keys. He needed to find Maverick. 

He was halfway down the hall, his mind set in concrete, until the only thing that could have stopped him tumbled through the door and nearly slammed into him. Maverick himself, soaked to the skin, panting like he’d sprinted the whole way home.

“I need your help,” he gasped, meeting Tom’s eye unflinchingly for the first time in months. 

That had been all Tom wanted to hear from his wingman lately, but now he’d said it, all he had in response was a blank look, “Huh?”

The dullness was gone from Maverick’s eyes, they were going like fireworks, “I was running down to the beach, I’d come up once but I went back again…anyway, I was running past that giant storm drain at the end of the avenue and I heard something? Sounded like someone crying so got down and…and look…”

He shifted, reaching into the pocket of his sweatshirt, probably the only part of him that was still dry. What he brought out was hard to understand at first, it looked just like a sodden piece of fabric, something that had definitely been fished out of a storm drain. But then it began to move, two milky eyes opening in that mass of matted, mud slick fur, a small mouth panting raggedly. A heart wrenching noise came out of it, a sound that yanked right on the instincts Tom had grown when he became a father, the kind of sound that had him stumbling to his feet in the middle of the night before he was really awake despite what the parenting books said about letting babies cry it out for a little while. 

“I need your help,” Maverick said again, his voice a little thin, anxious, like he wasn’t expecting Tom to say yes. But he was asking. 

Tom gave him a fond smile, “Let’s start with a bath.”

It took a good few sluices with the shower head before it became clear that Maverick had brought home a puppy, up until then it was hard to tell. A terrifyingly small puppy, frail bones jutting up through thin fur. Tom would have been anxious to try and hold her still, scared to hurt her, but she was good as gold, only sitting in the bottom of the tub and trembling as they washed her down. 

“Her eyes are barely open,” Maverick groaned, checking through her fur for any sign of ticks or fleas, “They’re not supposed to be away from their mom this early, right?”

“Well, we’ll just have to do our best to fill in for now,” Tom reassured him, “The vet said on the phone, the best thing we can do for her is get her clean, warm and dry then she if she’ll eat.”

Until we take her to a shelter. But he didn’t feel like saying that out loud would be helpful right now. He just passed Maverick a towel, now the puppy was thoroughly washed, hovering as he bundled her up. Now she was an admittedly rather pretty brown and white, a little like a collie that hadn’t been coloured fully in the lines. Her eyes were striking too, lopsided in color, not entirely unlike Maverick himself. Actually, in the way she trembled with barely restrained energy, the brightness in those eyes, the alert little ears, there were a lot of similarities. To Maverick when he was himself, at least. 

But as Tom perched on the edge of the bath and watched Maverick gently towel off the little puppy, he realized this was the most he’d heard him speak in months. It was the most aware he’d been, the longest he’d spent on his feet without running, the brightest his eyes had been. Tom was almost afraid to push too far, like if he nudged something in just the wrong way, the whole thing would shatter. 

But still he risked it, “You’re soaked through, baby, can I make you a coffee?”

“Huh? Yeah sure, if you don’t mind,” Mav hummed, rubbing the puppy behind her tiny ears. He didn’t even look up, like there had never been a time where a question like that, a quick answer, wasn’t normal, “Actually…I’m kinda hungry. Did you end up making pierogi?”

It was a good thing he didn’t look up, as Tom left the room. He didn’t have to wonder why he was close to tears. 

Another call to the vet just to make sure, one trip to PetSmart, another bath after she drank her formula a little too enthusiastically and the puppy’s tail still hadn’t stopped wagging. Even as her head nodded and blinking slowed, even as she was swaying on her paws in the middle of the kitchen floor, it was still drumming a little beat against the tile, like she didn’t want a second to go by without them hearing just how happy she was. 

Maverick however, looked less than happy. Tom, in contrast, was having to fight to keep his stern frown in place. 

“I’m not having a dog sleeping in my bed, Maverick,” he repeated slowly, like the issue was with Mav not hearing him, “She was in a storm drain three hours ago.” 

“And we gave her treatment!” Mav insisted, his jaw set in that stubborn way. 

He was raising his voice. He was meeting his eye. He’d eaten three helpings of pierogi, no matter how tough the dough was. Tom wanted to jump up and down.

Instead, he folded his arms, “Nope. She’s not getting on the furniture. You shed enough for crying out loud, let alone her. She’s got all those blankets, she’s got her little box, she will be fine.”

He was being proven right, the little thing was halfway into the cardboard box Tom had filled with soft things for her, back legs pinwheeling as they struggled to catch on the edge of it. Mav immediately ran to help her, kneeling down to ease her in. 

“What if she needs feeding in the night? What if she needs the bathroom? What if…what if she wakes up and misses her mama and gets scared?”

Tom couldn’t see Maverick’s face but he heard the way his voice trembled on the edge of that last word. The iron resolve that had earned him the two stars on his lapel took a significant dent, was about to crumble completely, when Mav stood up and faced Tom with a grim set determination. 

“Then I’ll sleep down here with her.”

“He really means it, doesn’t he…” Sofia’s voice was soft with a mix of awe, hope and fear. 

Since she’d got back home, full of frantic apologies for taking so long, she’d been leaning against the kitchen counter with her papa, watching Maverick with wide eyes, like he was some kind of rare bird that would squawk and flap away if she made a loud noise. She should really be in bed, it was getting late, but she hadn’t been able to tear herself away.

Tom shared her bewildered, shaky optimism, the kind that was almost scared of itself. 

But he just smiled and reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, “Looks like it.”

Maverick had wrestled an old camping bed down from the attic and was currently sitting on it, grinning as the puppy rolled around, held safe by his crossed legs. 

“And now we have a dog,” Sofia gave him a sly smile.

Tom rolled his eyes, “I suppose. But don’t tell your father, I have to pretend to put up a little more of a fight.”

Sofia could barely contain a gleeful squeak, throwing her arms around him and hugging tight. There was more than just joy in that embrace, there was relief there too and faith that everything Tom had told her, every time he’d told her it would all be okay, he’d been right. He wasn’t quite ready to believe in himself that much but knowing she did, that meant a lot. 

“Goodnight, daddy,” Sofia went over to hug Maverick too, “I’m heading to bed.”

“Oh, is it that late? Alright then, kiddo, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tight right at the end the way he always hugged their kids. 

When she pulled away and kissed his forehead, there was an odd look on Mav’s face, like he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what it was just yet. In the end, after pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, he let her fuss over the puppy and run upstairs. It would all come later. 

“You’re sure about this?” Tom smiled fondly, arms folded. 

Maverick nodded firmly, “I’m staying right here. She…she needs me.”

Tom hesitated, tripping over that break in his voice, the way he suddenly bit his lip to keep it still, “Pete…”

He sank onto the little bed, reaching out and resting a hand on his knee, one he could easily pull away from if he wanted to. But Maverick didn’t. He looked like he might, for a split second, like he might withdraw, back inside the shadows he’d been carrying around for a while. 

Pull up, baby, Tom felt his breath still in his lungs. If there was one thing he’d been able to give his wingman throughout their wildly different careers, the one thing he’d been able to give him that was in criminally short supply from anyone else, was faith. He’d made the mistake of not trusting Pete Mitchell before and he would never make it again. Pull up baby, come on. 

“I’ve messed up so much, I can’t mess this up too…” Maverick’s voice broke, “Or…or accept that I ruin everything I touch.”

“Sweetheart,” Ice couldn’t quite hold his voice together, squeezing his knee because he knew he didn’t have the words. 

“Come on,” Maverick swallowed hard, as if there were any chance he could stop the tears, “Ice, you’ve been in my corner every goddamn day but even you can’t stick by me on this. I just…I just don’t know why it’s taking you so long to realize and give up on me.”

“Because there’s no way I’m fucking doing that, Maverick,” Tom croaked, shaking his head fiercely, “We can get through this, we can save it.” 

“How?” Maverick sounded desperate, sounding like a man who had water up to his chin and rising but at least he was reaching for something, “I’ve hurt Bradley so much, I’ve hurt Sofia. I don’t know how to get better.”

Tom reached out, finding his hand, knowing he needed to feel anchored, “With hard work. We’re going to get you some professional help, we’re going to talk about it, we’re going to get you back on your feet. And, I can’t lie, baby, It’s going to suck. A lot of the time it’s going to feel like we aren’t getting anywhere. But we’re going to make it work. We’ll keep going. Yeah?”

Maverick clutched him tight enough to hurt and after a moment, he nodded. And in his weary determination, Tom saw the young man who’d chosen to live as himself despite everything, who’d become the best pilot in the navy despite being exactly the kind of person they thought could never be good enough. The man who’d clung to Sofia, to Bradley, to Tom when the easiest thing would have been to let go. The man who’d saved him in the air above The Enterprise and every day since. 

The puppy squeaked, flopping against Mav’s leg, cuddling in like she was perfectly happy to spend the rest of her life there. Maverick smiled weakly, even as tears rolled down his face. 

“Yeah. Baby steps, right?”

“Right,” Tom raised their joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to them, “There’s plenty to walk towards, sweetheart.”

Mav looked down at the puppy, who was now snoring, surprisingly loudly for her size, “I think I’m going to call her Piper. It’s a kind of plane, right? Those little ones that go really fast?”

“Sounds somewhat familiar,” Tom smiled, leaning in to kiss him, “You know where I am if you need me. I’m here for you, okay?”

Maverick watched him as he got up, letting his hands go after a second of two longer than usual, “Okay. I love you, Tom.”

He hesitated in the doorway, knowing his heart was going to break a little when he left. But that was okay. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed. 

“I love you too, Pete,” he flashed him a soft smile before making himself turn and head up to bed. 

Maybe Maverick would wake up in the night, screaming, sobbing, begging someone not to go. Maybe Tom would come down in the morning and find him and Piper curled up, fast asleep, safe and sound. Whatever happened, they would deal with it. 

Baby steps. 

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

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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[oh-surprise-its-me]

HI PLEASE THE casual "tommy" in the threesome au is making my heart melt into a puddle theyre all so cute and cuddly 🫶🫶🫶

They’re all so soft for each other

This little thing if for you anon <333

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Tom was practically melted in the tub. Chris is sitting on the bath mat talking to him while Ron is washing his hair.

“Hey Tommy don’t fall asleep.”

Tom jolts awake. He blinks at them. He’s so warm that he just wants to drift off. “Sorry.” Chris smiles at him. “Oh baby no it’s okay.” Ron presses a kiss to the side of his head. “Come on Tommy let’s get you dried off and in bed.”

Tom’s honestly not sure if he can move. It doesn’t matter though because suddenly Chris has a hold of him and he’s in the air. He shudders at the cold air hitting his skin. “I know it’s cold sorry.”

Tom relaxes into his hold, “I’m getting you all wet.” Chris kisses him. “It’s okay I’m not wearing these clothes to bed anyways.” Ron let’s out a small snort. That’s a bit of an understatement to what Chris wears to bed.

Tom doesn’t know if he drifts off or what because when he blinks his eyes open suddenly he’s in bed with them on either side of him. “Thanks for making me feel better.” Ron squeezes his waist from where his arm is wrapped, “sorry you had to put up with those idiots today.” Chris nods and kisses his collarbone. “I still say we threaten them.”

Tom smiles, his boyfriends are so ridiculously protective. It makes him feel so loved. “Nah it’s okay now. You two made it better.” Chris smiles at him and curls closer. “Love you Tommy. Thanks for being so strong for other people.”

Ron presses a kiss to the back of Tom’s neck. Pulls him even closer if that’s possible, “love you baby. Wish you didn’t have to deal with them but you’re iceman you can do anything.”

Tom let’s put a small laugh. “Love you both. Thanks for taking care of me.”

He drifts off warm. Feels their one cat leap on the bed and curl around his head like always. It’s almost like she knows he needed comfort today.

[lovecatsys]

okay since everything except for Uncanny Spider-Man is out now I'm gonna go ahead and give my reviews of Fall of X so far

First off, Immortal and Red continue to be masterpieces, no surprises there, both books however are clearly taking a turn in a different direction and I'm loving it for both of them.

Jean Grey is not what I expected it to be at all, but still an amazing character study of Jean, I expected nothing less from Simonson of course.

Invincible Iron Man and X Men are decent, not a fan of exactly whats going on with Kate, the Emma stuff is great though. Kamala should not be in this book. I hate the avengers by default but I don't exactly hate whats going on between Emma and Tony, though that might change. The "wedding" is going to be exactly what I expected it would be of course. Overall not Duggan's worst writing but I don't love it.

Uncanny Avengers is... meh, so far, Pietro is super OOC which is :/ but maybe he'll get some more focus later on, god I hope he does. But it's frustrating how little effort is going into portraying him as a visible person of color when a much greater effort is going into his sister. Monet used her telepathy which gives me hope for her! I'm down for more of her teaming up with Kwannon tbh, they make a good team.

Astonishing Iceman is a bit of an anomoly to me. It's very good writing so far, I'm loving how Orlando writes Bobby, but I'm really pissed that they've chosen to stick with Romeo as his love interest after he got aged up just to come back and fuck Bobby and for them to throw Christian to the side. No mention of Christian at all at the hellfire gala, Emma is not concerned with where he is like she is with the Cuckoos which :/. I'm honestly afraid he's being dropped as a character which fucking sucks. The thing I hate the most about how Romeo is there is that Christian could literally be in his place and it would be perfect to me. He has a power set that could absolutely work for this situation just how Romeo's is working! Who knows, maybe this relationship will grow on me. We'll see.

Alpha Flight is really good, I haven't delved into the world of AF comics yet but from everything I know it seems perfect. My man was only there for two seconds in the first issue but we'll see if he gets any panel time as it goes on. Even if he doesn't though, yeah I'll be a little pissed but it'll still probably be a good read, and at least he'll have made any appearance at all since Marauders. Oh and Puck making fun of his new codename was funny. Fang really is a dumb name.

X-Force is still garbage, but this weird plot twist with Quentin (whatever it is??) has me gritting my teeth. fucking get your hands off my boy Percy he does not deserve this. Curious to see whats going on with the Colossus plotline, just wish it was happening in a better book.

Children of the Vault is amazing, never cared for Bishop and haven't read much Cable yet but I'm still all in on it. One of those books where you don't have to care much for the characters to recognize its quality. also fun fact: its written by the comic writing mentor of my comic writing mentor. lol

Dark X-Men wasn't as good as I had hoped it would be, but its still good. Though it kinda feels like it has too many characters in it so far, I'm loving the Maddie content and it had some great dark humor in it. LOVED the children of the atom bits, im so curious whats going to go down with Carmen and I'm just glad her friends and her relationship with Buddy got some panel time tbh.

last and the actual best: Realm of X was SO FUCKING GOOD. I've had a little soft spot in my heart for Curse since her story started in X-Men Green, and it seems like she's going to be a huge part of this arc rather than just tagging along as a little kid which is great. Sooraya fucking stole the show, this new take on her power signature is amazing. In general love all these women (Typhoid Mary is growing on me, I'm going to call the awful things she's done that made me want to hate her poor writing choices, especially since shes a survivor of such acts in the first place.) SO curious with what's going on with Yana, and I love how devoted she is to keeping Curse safe. DID NOT expect Saturnyne to be the main villain but im down for it tbh. This book is my favorite already and i just cant wait for hte next issue!

[bonkers-4-hatter]

@black-bhabie-2000 asked: Hello can i request a matchup for my hero academia and yuri on ice. Im african American and chubby 5'7. I have piercings. Im really humble and quiet. I mostly read and excerise. I love working out and nature hikes. Im also a good chef. When interacting with others. I have two modes. Im either serious and unmotivated or silly and a crack head. There is no in between. Im often the peace of a group of people or the mom one. I cook, clean and care for the squad. #introverted mom friends exists.

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I match you with:

Mt. Lady from My Hero Academia

Absolutely adores your chubby stature, always says you’re so soft and will demand cuddles all the time, you help her reduce her stress and help her unwind after a long day from saving the city. 

Will work out with you and will take you to her favorite hiking places too. You guys will make a date out of it by packing a picnic and just enjoying each other’s presence and chatting about this and that and the future. Is thankful for your cooking skills and just taking care of her in general. When she comes home bruised and battered, you’re there with food and a first aide kit. 

Her heart always swells and she’ll shower you in kisses and words of adoration and if you don’t calm her down, she’s praise you until the food gets cold.

Seung-gil Lee from Yuri On Ice

Man is a air-head in all honesty and if you weren’t there to take care of him in certain aspects, he would be helpless. The only things on his mind is skating and you about 99% of the time. 

He’s stoic to his female fans and most women in general, except for you. When he sees you in the stands or off to the side of the rink, he smiles and it’s a genuine smile he shows because you’re his rock and he couldn’t be happier that you were there to cheer him on during his set. When you’re not feeling motivated, he’ll wrap you up with your favorite blanket and cuddle and caress you and just take care of you that day.

He knows how much you do for him, yourself and others and he wants you to know he’s there for you, he’ll take care of you too. 

[hotgirlmav]

Best Behavior — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: Iceman has never been known as one to lose his temper. Secure in every single thing in his life, you, his girlfriend, happened to be no exception. During a night out at the bar, he witnesses a man with an ego almost as big as his try to flirt with you. Naturally, he contemplates murder.

Warnings: Explicit language, unwanted flirting, alcohol, an abundance of dirty talk, allusions to smut, minor humiliation and degradation kink, severely possessive Iceman, teeny Slider and Maverick cameo. Teehee.

Word Count: 3,146.

A/N: My very first request!!! Possessive Iceman will be the death of me, I fear. 🫡

Requests are still open!

With the sound of the car coming to a complete stop in a parking spot that might as well have belonged to Tom Kazansky, you knew you had officially arrived at The Officers Club.

It was a typical Friday night. The sun had just finished setting, and the sound of chatter from inside the club began to fill your ears. At that point in time, the sound of glasses clinking and the faint music playing felt like a mere familiar tune. With how frequently you attended that bar with your boyfriend, anyone else in your position would have gotten sick of such a sight and sound. You, on the other hand, couldn’t have gotten enough of it. You would have endured the most shrill noise pollution and the blinding lights if it meant that you could spend a night out with Tom. With how engulfed he was by work recently, you felt as though you were in no position to complain about time you could be spending with him.

Just as your right hand found the handle of the car door, you felt his large hand practically blanket over your left hand, causing you to turn your head to look at him.

Now, that— that was a sight you couldn’t get enough of.

His full lips were parted in a way that authentically conveyed his comfort, yet the look in his green eyes told you just how serious he was. The way you could see his body already tense at the realization that he was about to be in public mesmerized you. You loved Iceman for many things, and it was incredibly safe to say that his looks weren’t low on that list. His heart held a warmth that you had never known and his personality had you hooked from the moment you two first locked eyes, yes, but that face? That body? Forget it.

Had he not spoken in the next few seconds, you would have probably begun to drool.

“You know what I’m about to say.” He softly stated, earning a soft grin from you as you nodded your head. The sight of your smile was enough for him to return one, his thumb stroking over your knuckle for a moment. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to your skin, nodding his head. He set it down in an instant and pushed his aviators down onto his face, getting out of the car. Before you could even think about getting out, he was opening the door for you.

Of course you knew what he was about to say. To be quite fair, you two were there almost every Friday, so it’d be more concerning if you hadn’t.

He would usually go on a rant that lasted no longer than ten minutes, but no less than five. He would diligently inform you of just how attractive you were and how he wouldn’t be the first nor the last naval aviator to think so. While he knew his friends and colleagues were not stupid enough to cross him in such a manner, he was a man, and he knew how men tend to think. The very last thing he wanted to think about was you being the subject of any desires that weren’t his own.

Despite him not wanting you to heed his warnings about anyone else, you were his main priority. Your comfort remained the first and most important thing in his mind, which he always made a point of telling you. If at any point you found yourself uncomfortable, you were to tell him and he would rectify the situation. If anyone in particular was making you uncomfortable, he would handle them before anyone else had time to think. If it was all just too much and you were no longer having fun, he would drop everything and you two would go home. He preferred for you to stay close to him throughout the night, and that is something he made very clear to you. He didn’t like it when you wandered out of his sight. Unbeknownst to him, that was something you did when you wanted to feel that relief of finding you later on.

Iceman wasn’t controlling by any means, though. You understood that he was just very protective, and in a way, you were too. If a woman approached him at the bar, he would almost count the seconds until your hand was in his and a dirty look from you was shot her way. You wanted the world to know that he belonged to you, and that was absolutely no problem for him. Not when he wanted the world to know that you belonged to him.

With your hand in his, he was now leading you into the building, your fingers intertwined with his. He held the door for you like the gentleman he was, and in no time, you two joined your party.

After giving what felt like too many pilots small hugs and kisses on the cheek, you couldn’t help but grin at everyone around you. You knew that beneath his cool posterior and the enigma that was Iceman, there was Tom. Tom loved nothing more than being surrounded by his friends, being close to you, and flying. You truly were the only one who knew just how warm he was.

“I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom.” You found yourself whispering into Iceman’s ear, standing on the tips of your toes to do so.

In the process of ordering drinks for the pair of you, he simply nodded his head and turned his head to face you momentarily. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he turned his head back to the bartender.

Right when you turned to make your way to the restroom, you felt his hand grip your wrist just like it did in the car. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked back at him.

“I’ll keep my eye on you.” He informed you as a form of comfort, seeing as he knew you were going alone.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, your eyebrows still furrowed. “Yes, Tom, I’m well aware.” You playfully responded, shaking your head.

Still, he didn’t let go of your hand.

His tongue briefly darted out of his mouth and returned once it wet his lips, followed by him taking a sharp breath. He inched a bit closer to you and tilted his head, slowly dipping it down. His lips were merely centimeters away from yours, causing your heart to stop and your breath to hitch in your throat. Even after how long you two had been dating, Iceman was no stranger when it came to taking your breath away.

“No funny business tonight.” He whispered, his cold minty breath hitting your lips in a way that made you refrain from opening your mouth. “I expect nothing less than your best behavior. You wouldn’t want me to have to bend you over in front of everyone and let the world know what a dirty little whore you are, would you?”

His words made your eyes momentarily widen as you bit the inside of your cheek to prevent an obnoxious giggle from coming out. Nevertheless, you had a cheeky smile plastered across your face as you turned your head, practically shying away from him. You contemplated just telling him you wanted to go home right then, not wanting anyone to know how worked up you were getting.

Noticing your reaction, Iceman chuckled under his breath and brought your hand to his lips once more, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckle. “Be careful.” He hummed to you, finally letting go of your hand.

Within the next few minutes, you were in and out of the bathroom. Your hair and makeup were freshly touched up, something you did every time you were privately in front of a mirror.

You noticed that your boyfriend was chatting away with Slider and Maverick, the drink he ordered for you in his free hand as he sipped his own. Just as you began to make your way over to him, you were stopped by a tall figure stepping in front of you.

“Excuse me.” He quickly stated after he saw you practically stumble at the way he cut you off, a charming smile on his face.

Your eyebrows were furrowed as you finally looked up at him. He was an attractive man, that was for certain.

However, he was no Tom Kazansky.

The man began to introduce himself as anyone would, not aiding your confusion in the slightest. Due to the fact that Iceman was in a conversation and the fact that the man had practically backed you into a corner, you decided to just fall prey to what you believed would be a brief conversation. You kindly introduced yourself in the way you would to anyone, still making sure to sound reserved.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl?” He asked with a smirk that made your stomach turn in disgust. Still wanting to be nice, you gave him a soft grin and shook your head.

“No, no, that’s okay. My boyfriend actually has one for me; he’s over there.” You said lightly, pointing your index finger towards the distinguished pilot. The man turned his head and set his gaze on the man you were pointing at, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re here with one of those pilots?” He laughed out loud, looking back at you. He noticed the kind facade you had on your face disappear as you dully stared at him. You didn’t even give him the satisfaction of nodding.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, sipping the cheap beer that you now realize convinced him that he was hot shit.

“You’ll have to excuse me, sweetheart. My filter isn’t the best when I’m around pretty girls like you.” He continued his flirtation in what he thought to be a seductive tone, only making you resist the urge to scrunch your face up. It was embarrassing for him, truly. After saying such irritating words, he began to babble on, still leaving no room for you to go to your boyfriend.

Unbeknownst to you, Iceman had his eyes quite menacingly locked on the pair of you. From his angle, your poker face was far too good. He was convinced that you were interested in whatever the man was saying, and like the man he was, he could tell what the other man was thinking.

He felt his blood boil underneath his skin as he clenched his jaw once more. Had his aviators not been hiding his eyes, anyone would have seen just how viciously he was glaring at the man. Whatever the conversation was around him was now irrelevant, his focus solely on the piece of shit speaking to his girlfriend. His left cheek was slightly hollowed from the way his jaw was clenched and the way he had the inside of his cheek between his teeth. His grip on both glasses was beginning to tighten. His eyes were practically shut with how narrowed they were, his entire body tensing as he watched you fake a laugh at one of the man’s jokes. His thoughts and feelings had progressed far beyond his protective nature. This was anger. This was possession.

This was ownership.

Iceman knew that you were your own person and he knew that you were completely capable of handling your own. Had he not been so angry, he probably would have felt a bit guilty for thinking of you as his property. Knowing how you were, though, it would probably just turn you on. The thought of you began to ease his mind slightly, right up until he saw the man briefly grip your shoulder for balance after someone lightly bumped into him.

“All good, Ice?” Slider asked the man out of pure concern, noticing the way Iceman made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at you.

Being torn away from his murderous thoughts, Iceman sipped his drink once more and finally ripped his eyes away from the sight, nodding his head. It was only when he saw the man lean more towards you when he laughed that Iceman decided enough was enough.

With a dull glare and a clenched jaw, Iceman found himself gripping both glasses with an intensity that was seconds away from shattering them. Before such a thing could happen, he set them down on the countertop of the bar beside him, taking his aviators off of his face. Pushing them into his deep pocket, he sharply inhaled through his nose and began to saunter over.

To you, the reality of the situation was quite comical. You had no idea that both this man and Iceman thought you were even remotely enjoying the conversation, seeing as the truth was the complete opposite. Every time the man opened his mouth to speak, you heard the sound of television static. You essentially zoned out with your eyes on his face, faking a laugh and a nod whenever you saw fit.

You slightly flinched when you felt a large hand press against the small of your back, immediately zoning back in. Just when you were ready to shove whoever was touching you, your eyes landed on what you knew to be the annoyed face of your boyfriend.

You audibly sighed in relief and had a gentle little grin on your face, relaxing back into his touch. “This is my boyfriend, his name is Tom. Tom, this is—“

“Call me Iceman.” Iceman stated firmly to the man, his tone sending chills down your spine.

Like an idiot, the man laughed out loud and raised his eyebrows at the order. “Iceman?”

Neither you nor Iceman had even a slight grin on your faces. The man cleared his throat and licked his lips, taking another swig from his beer bottle. Once he swallowed, he spoke. “Alrighty, then. My name is—“

“It won’t come up again.” Iceman sharply cut him off, his cold posterior returning in a way that soothed your soul. Your heart was racing and you could feel your cheeks slightly begin to heat up, a tight-lipped grin on your face. Not even giving the man an opportunity to respond, you found yourself leading your painfully infuriated boyfriend to the deserted area in which he stood before. Slider and Maverick had joined the other pilots.

Once you two finally stood alone, he snatched at the opportunity to speak first.

“What was that?” The words fell from his lips in what was almost a whisper, clearly intended for your ears and your ears only. Due to the sound of music playing and chatter around the bar surrounding the pair of you, you were shocked at the fact that you could even hear him.

“What do you mean?” You questioned him with furrowed eyebrows, gazing up into his eyes. Part of you knew what he meant, but the part that answered him was the part that hoped he wasn’t mad at you for it.

For eyes that were such a warm shade of green, Tom Kazansky knew how to make them seem cold.

“Don’t do that.” He warned you lowly, your heart beginning to race at the lightness of his words. You found that the lighter he spoke, the more trouble you were in. “I’m going to ask you again. What was that?”

“How should I know, Tom?” You answered him in a hushed voice, shrugging your shoulders as you broke the intense eye contact. You looked down at your hands almost shyly, your head tilted to the side. “We were just talking.”

The very moment the words fell from your lips, you felt his thumb and index finger gently grip your chin, directing you to look up at him. Once you did so, your eyes found his like a moth to a flame.

“No, you were just talking. He was gawking.” He cooly remarked, noticing the way the corner of your lips twitched.

Immediately, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Funny? You found this funny? Out of all of the things he found this situation to be, funny certainly wasn’t one of them. The real reason you were fighting a grin was because you were incredibly excited by the way his hand felt on your skin, but he would never consider that. He thought you were treating the situation as a joke or that he was being punished for not keeping his attention on you. The thought fueled both his anger and his lust, both coming out in the way his grip on your chin tightened and the way his other hand found your waist.

“I tried to go to you, I told him you were waiting.” You softly told your boyfriend, aiding his anger profusely. Your head tilted as you slowly blinked, your smaller hands now on his chest. “I think he’s too drunk to care.”

Noticing the way his jaw was still clenched, you lifted off your hands and ran your fingertips over his cheek, gently caressing his cheekbone for a moment. After doing so, you ran the pad of your ring finger over the left side of his jaw, causing him to relax slightly.

“Are you jealous, Iceman?” You whispered with a pretty little smile, a flicker of hope in your eyes as you did so. The usage of his callsign made him smirk in a way that made your knees weak, his hand now traveling to your bare thigh. You knew wearing a sundress that was tight on the top but flowed at the bottom was an unbelievably spectacular idea.

“What the fuck do you think?” The words fell off of his lips smoothly, causing you to close your parted lips. You could feel his cold fingertips begin to trail up the back of your thigh, slightly lifting the fabric of your dress in the process.

He knew no one could see you, given the fact that he was practically towering over you. Nonetheless, he retracted his hand in the name of being careful in public, earning a small giggle from you. He could see the disappointment in your eyes once his hand left your skin.

“I don’t need to be, though. I know who that pretty little body of yours belongs to.” The man told you in the cockiest tone, your reaction only fueling his ego as a dark blush crept over your cheeks.

“I don’t know who it belongs to.” You softly told him, earning an amused look from him as he raised his eyebrows. The words you spoke right after earned another smirk that sent you in a whirlwind, causing you to practically feel him making up an excuse to leave.

“Why don’t you take me home and show me?”

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TOP GUN FIC RECS

im a whore for these men. that is all.

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE. I AM NOT A WRITER. I MADE THIS SO I CAN EASILY GO BACK AND REREAD. I SIMPLY THINK THESE ARE WORKS OF ART AND DESERVE MORE LOVE.*

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Hangman

opposites attract   pt.2   code baby  - @topguncortez

secret girlfriend - @barbiewritesstuff

its not me, its you - @phoenixsbby

they all know, he’s in love with you - @rolycolysficrecs

lazy mornings and whatnot - @seresinhangmanjake

sunshine - @libraryofloveletters

Touch and Go - @seresinhangmanjake

Just a Little Weak - @seresinhangmanjake

douchebag jar  @jupitercomet

double tap  @roleycoleyreccenter

angst   @whisperofsong

soft - @bradshaw-fanclub

you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) - @sunderlust

The house that I grew up in @jupitercomet

De-instigating the Instigator ^

all this time @phoenixsbby

its all about you @bussyslayer333

she blinded me with science @wkndwlff

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Bob

things one, two, three, and four - @callsignbob

the captain’s daughter - @callsignhoney

Unorthodox   Pt. 2 - @specialbrewbutterbeer

Sweet home alabama - @3tabbiesandalab

on the same page  ^

The Six Times You Met Bob Floyd In School and The One Time You Didn't - @lt-natrace

The Bob Club - @stormiwaves

a sky full of glow in the dark stars  @jupitercomet

I just missed you is all...   @gennyanydots

enemies to lovers hc   @jostystyles 

the five stages of falling in love @imjess-themess

senses @bradshawsbaby

delicate @laracrofted

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Rooster

hey, bud - @callsignbob

what have you done? - @sadpetalsstuff

forever - @danny-cordray

the proposal   - @thebradleybradshaw

All I Want, Forever - @bradshaw-fanclub

Liar, Liar - @callsign-milano

untitled blurb - @fitzells

a letter from the past - @rolycolysficrecs

“hey, it’s Bradley” - @domesticcaboose

it’s only my heart (save yourself) - @notroosterbradshaw

A Glimpse of Them - @bradshawsbaby

show me all the scars you hide - @bradshawsbaby

the boyfriend experience   pt.2   - @notroosterbradshaw

speak now (or forever hold your peace)  @softspiderling

the relationship experience  @notroosterbradshaw 

it was always you  @tongue-like-a-razor

miscommunication @jupitercomet

5 times the bronco was a third wheel @thesewordsareallihavetogive

roosters brood pt.2 @tongue-like-a-razor

just roommates @risriswrites

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Iceman

Steamy - @callsignbob

For what it’s worth - @phoenixsbby

The Future Awaits - @make-me-imagine

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Slider

"Thinking of you" flowers @jupitercomet

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Goose

Better Girls @jupitercomet

Gold Rush @duchesstypewriter

okay so after making this i’m kinda appalled with the amount of fics i read but it is what it is lol

Updated: 12/15/23