#Leonard Wolfe

[buckyegans]

big fan of how hollywood and wolfman wear matching polos under their flightsuits

[topgun-imagines]

Following In His Footsteps

Requested: yes

Summary: Wolfman, your father, watches you graduate from Top Gun. Just like he did many years ago.

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: anxiety? Not really any.

Pairings: Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe x daughter!reader

You were surrounded by crowds of people as you made your way through the doors of the area where the graduation would be held. Based on the pictures you had seen, it was exactly the same as when your father graduated nearly thirty years ago. Nerves racked through you as you twisted your Annapolis ring around your finger.

Once the few people in front of you moved out of the way, you were able to move toward your assigned seat. Sitting down, you watched the rest of your Top Gun class find their seats. You offered a small smile to the WSO that sat down beside you. Over the past few weeks, you had gotten to know him as Bob. He was probably one of the kindest men in your class.

As people continued to find their seats, Cyclone began walking toward the podium. The large group quieted simultaneously as he approached the podium, hands resting on either side as he glanced down at his speech. His words were carefully chosen and calculated, much like everything else he did.

The Air Boss reflected on the past few weeks, highlighting certain aspects of your Top Gun course. He concluded his speech with a professional smile, eyes wandering across the graduates, as well as the family and friends, in front of him. He did a double-take when his eyes landed on Iceman. The man considered himself lucky that he wasn’t speaking, or he would have definitely stumbled over his words.

Your father, along with his pilot, Hollywood, Iceman, Maverick, and Slider were all sitting in the second to last row. For as long as you could remember, it had only ever been you and your father. Your mother apparently walked out on the man only a few months after your first birthday.

You were ecstatic when your dad said that he would come. And he planned on surprising you with the extra guests that he brought. Since your dad had raised you without the help of your mother, you grew very close with your uncles very quickly. He knew that you would be overjoyed to see that they all made time to come see you on your big day.

Nerves wracked through you as another official approached the podium. Now was the time that they would begin calling out awards. You wrung your hands in your lap, twisting the ring around your finger. When your name was called, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was a rock lodged in your throat as you walked up in front of your classmates and the guests.

When you finally reached the podium after what felt like an eternity, you released that breath slowly. There was a small smile on your face as you shook hands with the official. The Top Gun Trophy was handed to you and a picture was taken. You had busted your ass to become first in your class. When you saw the broad smiles on your father's and uncle's faces, pride swelled in your chest.

You returned to your seat, a new spring in your step at the sight of your loved ones in the audience.

The rest of the ceremony passed quickly. You were called up once more to accept a ribbon for graduating from the course. After that, there were a few more words from Cyclone before you were allowed to mingle with the guests.

As soon as you were allowed to, you jumped out of your seat, rushing to your father and tackling him in a hug. His arms wound around you as he squeezed you tightly. “I’m proud of you, Kiddo.” He whispered. A grin overtook your face and you felt tears well in your eyes. You pulled back from the hug before wiping away the few stray tears.

You hugged each of your uncles, all of which had broad smiles on their faces. Each of them congratulated you. A wide and shy smile grew on your face at the praise from such highly decorated Naval aviators.

Cyclone and a few other officials stepping toward your little group drew your uncle’s attention toward them. Your father laid his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You beamed up at him. “Thank you for coming.” Your head fell against his shoulder as you watched the rest of your class mingle with their family and friends.

“Of course, Kiddo,” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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[cptnruski]

An absolutely gorgeous, beautiful, perfect in every way commission of the HollyWolf boys from @blurrwar

I can’t even express how perfect and adorable this came out!!!! ✨Them✨

[crazyk-imagine]

Call All You Want

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Carole Bradshaw, Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Sarah Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Charles "Chipper" Piper, Marcus "Sundown" Williams, Sam "Merlin" Wells, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Baby Wolfman (Howler)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, slight club au, the reader and Leo have a fight, this started off as a different idea but I don't hate this, the gang is at the club, Mav and Goose chaos, Goose making fun of Ice and Slider, Ice and Ron being a slightly less chaotic duo, the other guys being club boys, slight crack behavior, Chipper is a cage dancer lol, Ice talks like he's had experience before with dancers, mentions of pregnancy, I cannot get enough of this man, I love writing for him so effing much, Wolfman fics cure depression, in my mind it's canon Wolfman's kids are nicknamed howler

Word Count: 4,671

A/N: Was this inspired by the iconic song Telephone that I hadn't listened to since I was a kid and came up with this idea? Maybe

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Hello, hello, baby You called, I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you see, see

You’re barely two minutes into the club when your phone starts buzzing (again). You take your phone out of your pocket, “hello?”

“-ey want to talk with y- but-”

“I can’t hear you, Leonard. We just got here. I don't think there's any service here. Can you hear me?” You hold a finger to your ear with your free hand to try and listen to him better.

“Break- ing up wi- you…”

You don't hear anything else after that.

Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

“You- you’re breaking up with me?”

“N- over the- phone.”

“Yeah, I heard you loud and clear earlier today and now.” You scoff, “don’t call me anymore tonight.” You hang up on him and head over towards the girls, who are waiting for you at the bar. “I am done dealing with idiots for the night. Have we ordered yet?”

Carole glances over at Charlotte with a concerned expression, the latter looking back at her with raised brows.

“What happened?” The former asks.

“I thought we could talk when I got home but I guess not.”

“Why?” Charlie chimes in.

K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

You shrug, “don’t really know what happened and don’t want to talk about it besides we’re here to enjoy our girls’ night.”

After waiting for Sarah to finish her big drink order, she makes way for you three. "Ladies, what are we having?"

It shouldn't have taken as long as it did but with her having to work and train a new bartender, it took a while before you got your drinks.

The lieutenant grabs the drinks while your longtime friend pulls you towards a free table.

You roll your eyes and shove your phone further into your pocket.

"Is he still calling?" Carole asks.

You stare at her with pursed lips, taking a sip of your drink. "Of course, he is. What else does this man have to do other than bother me and try to make things right? I'd appreciate it more if I wasn't annoyed."

Just a second It's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with A drink in my hand, eh You shoulda made some plans with me

Charlotte takes her seat beside the blonde, setting the drinks down. “I miss anything while trailing behind you two?"

"He's still calling," she says with a bored tone.

"You haven't blocked him?"

"Why would I?" You look at her over your glass with furrowed brows.

"Because he's an idiot, who tried to pick a fight over something stupid, I'm sure and you deserve to enjoy yourself without him calling."

Carole shrugs, "I mean, she could do that, or she can come with me," she grabs your hand, "to the dance floor."

You stop her, "I don't know."

"Just let go for a little bit," Charlotte adds, helping the other girl try and pull you onto the dance floor.

"But-"

"Nope," they shake their heads and haul you onto the floor.

You knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more

You sneak away from the two, checking your phone. You sigh, debating on answering him or leaving him on read.

“Don’t respond to his text,” Carole tells you, glancing over your shoulder. “We’re busy, like you said we can enjoy the night.”

You turn to her, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I know, honey.”

“Take me away or let me lose my mind forever?”

She chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “That’s my line and I only use with my Goose.”

You playfully groan, “don’t talk about your sex life with me.”

“I never do, you just assume.”

“And you have to stop lightly implying what you and your hubby do.”

“But your facial expressions are my favorite thing, and they make my day.”

“The moon is out.”

She rolls her eyes, “okay, they make my nights too.”

I left my head and heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head and my heart on the dance floor Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Charlotte breaks away from the dance floor, standing in front of you two. “Okay, ladies. Are we going to keep talking or dance so we can forget about our troubles?”

“I like the second option,” the blonde says.

“Great, we’re doing this.” She turns around and spots a familiar face along with a few others. “Jesus,” she mumbles to herself. “You two go to the dance floor while I,” she shakes her cup, rattling the ice in the empty glass. “Get a refill.”

Carole notices the expression on her face and the way her eyes linger at the door. She turns and sees the guys walking into the club. She mentally face palms at the sight of her goofy husband waving his hand around like a mad man. “Come on, it’s time to dance.” She pulls you away before you can see anything or anyone that could ruin your mood.

You were barely able to take a sip of your drink before being hauled off. You don’t know what to do with this whole thing.

Is it considered a fight? You don’t know.

You’ve never known Leonard to act this way before.

He loves the guys; they’ve become his family so the little teasing comments shouldn’t have made him as upset as they did.

When it first happened, you didn’t know what to think; his attitude at the Top Gun barbecue was normal.

You close your eyes and wave your arms in the air (making you feel like the popular/ party girl in the movies), letting your annoyance escape you. It takes a lot for his anger to get the best of him.

Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me

The comments weren’t even that bad, the more you think about it; if anything, they were more endearing for Leonard but- you still don’t understand why he lost his composure today.

You lower your hands onto your head, trying to figure out what could have happened. You know it didn't happen in the morning because he was happy since he was going to be practicing in the air and that always made him happy no matter what.

Breakfast was good, you sent him off with a kiss as usual and he got to use the phone which was shocking since he normally can't because the other guys get to it before him.

The call was good, you could hear Rick asking him about you and trying to steal the phone from him.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Pete stops in front of Charlie first. "How's my favorite girl?"

She raises a brow and purses her lip, "you tell me. Your number one hasn't come by yet so you'll have to wait until then."

He chuckles and places a hand over his chest. "You wound me, honey."

"It's a gift." She takes a step forward. "Do you want to tell me why all of you are when you know we were trying to have a girl’s night?"

A nervous chuckle escapes him as he scratches the back of his head. "You see I was trying to stop," he gulps. "Wolf- Wolfman but he got past us, and we had to follow him."

"Is that all?"

He nods, "pretty sure, yeah. Goose?"

"Huh?" The mustached man lowers his head to try and hear better over the music.

"We followed Wolf because he got past us, right?"

"Oh, yeah. He just-" he lightly claps his hand and extends his arm and whistles, "went right past us and here we are."

"And that has nothing to do with the other guys here?"

They glance over their shoulders.

"Ice is here for his girl. Slider is looking for company, if you know what I mean," Nick explains, raising his brows to emphasize his innuendo.

She sighs, "when don't I?"

He merely smiles at her comment. "Merlin wanted to tag along and- uh- other guys weren't busy."

She looks around for the man of the hour.

Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

"Where is he?"

Now the two are confused.

"He's not here?" Pete asks.

"He was just behind us," Nick adds.

They turn to one another. "Wasn't he behind you?"

"No. I thought he was with you."

"No, see, Mav. You've got it wrong. I came in first, like we discussed then you were supposed to come in with Wolf and make it seem like we met here by accident."

Charlotte tilts her head, crossing her arms. "And you two said it was a coincidence that you all were here."

"Dammit, Mav. You got us caught!" He smacks his arm.

"I got us caught? I'm not the one who just exposed us and our plan."

"Fine, fine." The mustached man rolls his eyes, "we're both to blame."

"I don't think so."

"Are these two idiots giving you a hard time?" Tom asks her.

She smiles and shakes her head, "unfortunately no but maybe you two can answer why you're all here?"

Tom and Ron glance at each other.

"Moral support and to get him a date," the man with frosted tips informs her.

"I told you I could get my own date."

"You've been doing jack with the way you complain about being single."

Those two-start arguing alongside the other duo leaving Charlotte with a growing headache. "Why do I ask?"

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I shoulda left my phone at home

You don't feel the buzzing of your phone, too into your thoughts.

Was today anything special? No, if it was, you'd both have it on your calendars because you know you both aren’t the best with dates.

Could it have been an important Top Gun thing you needed to do and forgot about? No.

Everything that could go wrong or has gone wrong before has been crossed off your mental list.

'Cause this is a disaster Callin' like a collector Sorry, I cannot answer Not that I don't like you I'm just at a party

He taps Carole's shoulder. "Can I talk to her?"

She avoids his gaze. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Wolf."

"I just- I want to talk to her. This place sucks with service so I couldn't tell her over the phone. Please," he pulls out his puppy dog eye expression, knowing whenever he uses it on anyone, they cave.

She sighs. "Am I going to regret this?"

He immediately shakes his head. "No, this is going to be good for us. I'm- I got this."

"If, and only if, you're sure."

"I am."

She smiles and pats his shoulder. "Go, get her stud."

He chuckles, making sure she makes it to her husband (who's distracting the other blonde with ease).

You still can't figure it out for the life of you, but you do know that you want to stomp on your phone and break it. You open your eyes and grab your phone. "What?" You growl. "You've been ringing me off the hook since we left. I told you we'll talk when I get home- why is there music coming from your line?"

"Turn around."

"What?"

And I am sick and tired Of my phone ringin' Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin' no calls

You spin around and find him standing just a few feet from you. You hang up and place it back into your pocket, walking closer towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk."

"You wanted to talk?"

He takes a step towards you. "Can we please talk about this elsewhere?"

"I don't want to talk to you after you kept endlessly blowing up my phone and then-" You stop when he pulls you away from the dance floor. "Hey. I wasn't done."

He stops when you two stops at your table, it's the only spot in the place that isn't jam packed with other people. "I know you weren't, but I want to be able to hear you when you scream at me and scrunch that nose of yours because you can't avoid me."

You cross your arms, rolling your eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I want to talk."

"Did you think maybe I didn't?"

"The service here sucks so how could I tell what you did or didn't want to do?"

"You think my ignoring you was for fun?"

He shrugs, "honestly, I think the both of us haven't been our usual selves today."

"You're one to talk."

"Can we- can we please not do this?"

"Do what?" You uncross your arms. "I'm acting perfectly fine."

"I don't want this to become a fight."

"It's a little too late since this is where we are, just a few steps away from fighting?"

He straightens his posture. "I'm trying to fix what I started. I don't- I don't like it when we fight."

"Neither do I but it's really hard when one of you doesn't think it's worth talking about."

"It's not that."

'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' Tonight I'm not takin' no calls 'Cause I'll be dancin'

You reach forward and grab his hand. "Then what is it because I can't change anything if you don't talk to me."

He doesn't say anything else as his shoulders hunch over.

"This is why I made plans because you're not willing to talk." You remove your hand from his. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll be going back onto the dance floor so one of us can clear their heads."

You start walking away, not sure if you should be listening to him breathing with how much he has been acting like an ass today. You don't want to waste your time with something he clearly doesn't want to talk about even though he acts like it.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards the table. "Okay, okay. I'll- I'll tell you. It's just- it's a lot."

"You don't have to unpack it all now, you can tell me some or however much you want to but know I won't tell anyone because I don't need to share your business with anyone else. You know that which is why you've been pissing me off today."

He chuckles. "It' just," he sighs. "Today- today is an anniversary."

"Ours? Is it really?" You pull out your phone. "I thought we were better than that. We usually coordinate and-"

He grabs your phone, "you're right. It's not, it's one of mine."

You tilt your head. "One of yours?"

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

"What do you think they're talking about?" Nick leans back, asking his friend.

"I don't know. Maybe he's finally admitting why he's been off today," Pete told him.

"I mean, that'd be great, right? We wouldn't have to tiptoe around them and everything that's been going on."

Charlotte rolls her eyes, "would the two of you rather dance with each other than us?"

They push themselves off the other and return their attention to their partners.

"Where'd Ice and Slider go?" Nick asks his wife, looking around the room for their fellow crew mates.

"Maybe Ice got a girl for Slider?" His wife adds.

"You think those chumps managed to get a woman, like an actual woman and not the ones in their heads, to talk to them?" Nick stares at his wife like she's crazy.

"I do and you know they're not that bad."

"They may not be but they're not that nice either."

"It doesn't help that you and Mav pick on them."

"I'm sorry," he pushes her away slightly, keeping his hands on her hips. "Are you my wife or theirs because I'm not feeling very loved right now."

She smiles and steps closer, keeping her hands wrapped around his shoulders. "You know I'm yours, baby."

"Are you now?" He smirks.

She pecks his lips, "show me the way home or lose me forever, you punk."

He chuckles and resumes dancing with her while pulling her off the dance floor.

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Sam, Rick, and Marcus sit in a corner enjoying their drinks while watching everyone mingle with their spouse and/ or significant other.

“Has anyone seen Chip since we got here?” Sam asks.

Rick shrugs, “not really, kind of lost him in the crowd as soon as we got in.”

“What's a cage dancer supposed to look like?”

The two turn to Marcus with confusion evident on their faces.

“What?” Sam starts.

“Where'd that come from?” Rick adds.

“I think Chip is up there,” he points to the cage on the second floor.

“Jesus,” Rick mutters. “How do you persuade a cage dancer out of a cage?”

They look at one another.

“I don't think any of us know the answer to that,” the blond adds.

“Should we try to get him down?” Marcus asks out loud.

“Leave him, he'll get out when he's ready,” Tom says, patting Rick's shoulder.

“It's always the quiet ones,” Ron mutters.

They all shake their heads, watching as one of their own has the time of his life.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

"The comments shouldn’t have bothered me, you know. I thought I was past this."

You furrow your brows. "Past what?"

"It's stupid."

You stand beside him, rubbing his upper back in a soothing manner. "It's not stupid if it's something that's bothering you."

He grabs your free hand that was resting on his shoulder, for support. "It's my parents’ anniversary."

"Oh."

He doesn't like talking about his family so this is all new for you and him.

"I don't talk about them because," he sighs. "My pops never treated my ma right and she never left him even though she should have. And there were people who used to say the same thing Mav and Goose were joking about, which wasn't that big of a deal but when I saw what day it was. I kind of-"

"Flipped out?"

He chuckles. "I wouldn't say that."

"Then what would you call it?"

He sighs before turning to face you and pulling you into his grasp. "Okay, maybe I did but it's only because you mean so much to me and I don't want us to end up like them. I don't want to end up like him, you know."

"We won't, you know why?"

I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

He shakes his head.

"Because we're better. Yes, your parents didn't have the best relationship and your mother probably should have gotten out of that situation sooner but she didn't and hopefully got to live a long life where she got to see her kids grow up and get married or meet someone smart enough to keep their boyfriend at a distance."

He smirks, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand, against your knuckles. "Hey, now."

"I'm just saying."

"You can say all you want, and it won't change a thing, you know why?"

"Why?" He leans in, as if he's whispering a secret. "One way or another I'm getting a ring on that finger."

You avoid his gaze when he pulls back.

"You're looking a little flushed," he teases. "Do we need to step outside and get some air?"

You playfully shove him away, "no. I want to go back on the dance floor so I can get away from you."

He smiles, pulling you back into him. “You can't escape me, sweetheart."

You step towards him, standing toe to toe, "doesn't mean I can't try."

"You can try but it won't do you any good."

"I'm still going to try." You stomp your foot, knowing full well he's going to be right on your tail (exactly where you want him).

Can call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Tom glances over his shoulder when Sarah gestures to the dance floor where you and Leonard are, along with the (two) idiots and their girls.

Ron passes him, giving his buddy an ecstatic smile as he drags some poor girl with him.

"Jesus, where do you find them?" He mutters to himself.

She smiles and leans forward, "I told you things were going to get interesting when we left for the barbecue today."

"Yeah, yeah." He turns back to her. "What's a navy man got to do to get a free drink around here?" He playfully flirts with his girlfriend.

She rolls her eyes, "still gotta pay, pilot."

He groans, "are you sure? I think I can be pretty persuasive if I need to."

"Not today."

He sighs, pulling out his wallet, "if I must."

She smiles at him, letting the other bartender working with her take care of the other customers until she's done talking to him.

There's no better customer than her boyfriend.

Call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stand beside the girls and start dancing less out of control than you did when you first got to the dance floor.

The girls’ glance at one another and smile, happy to see the two of you talk and make up (like adults and stopped avoiding the other [more you than him]).

Pete turns to him with a raised brow while Nick stares at him with a hopeful expression and both brows raised, doing a thumb up thumbs down gesture.

Leonard smiles and shakes his head before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"I'm glad you two finally figured your shit out."

You give the mustached man a sarcastic smile, "as sweet as ever, aren't you, Nick? How did Carole ever get so lucky?"

He smiles back, kissing the top of his wife's head. "I don't know, she's just- she chose the best of the best, I guess."

"I'm pretty sure that's what you say about your partner and Ice but, okay."

He scoffs, "why are you ruining a good moment?"

"How am I ruining it?"

"With your-" He waves his hand in front of your face.

You stick your tongue out at him and lean further into Leonard's arms.

He bends down, "do you want to go back and sit down?"

You shake your head and smile at him, "nope. I'm perfectly fine where I am."

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You three went to the bathroom to fix yourselves (adding a little extra lipstick… to leave marks) and went to the restroom before leaving. "It wasn't stupid."

They both glance at you in the mirror and ask, "what?"

"It wasn't stupid like you thought," you tell Charlotte. "It was something serious for him and I think tonight was good for us." You can’t fight the smile that sneaks its way onto your lips. “I think it made us closer than before.”

Carole smiles, “good, maybe it’s a good thing the guys snuck him in then.”

After that night you guys were better than before because you got to learn something else about him and learned more about how he got to become the man you see today, and that's something you wouldn't ever trade for.

Maybe other than-

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stare at the ring on your finger.

"He's lucky, you know."

You turn to your longtime friend. "Who?"

She purses her lips and rolls her eyes. "You know who, you weirdo."

You suck in air through your teeth to exaggerate. "I don't know, Care. This little guy here seems lucky," you rub your protruding six-month pregnant belly. You lean as forward as you can, mumbling under your breath. "Lucky to stomp on my bladder and make his poor mother need to pee every five minutes."

"It's been at least ten minutes, a new record," she jokes, her laughter dying down when you don't join in. "At least he'll be home in a few."

"Not soon enough, I need his soothing hands."

"Oh, gross," she shrieks.

"Oh, don't be like that, you know what I mean and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. I swear he gives the best foot rubs, I've never had better and you're one to talk, missy. You always kindly refer to your sexual escapades with your hubby."

"I do not!"

The door opens and you two don't stop.

"Do too."

"Do not! I'm hurt, very hurt that you would even imply such a thing."

"I feel like I shouldn't have come in."

You turn to your fiancé and smile at him. "Don't feel like that. Now, come here. I swear I haven't seen you today."

He bends down and pecks your lips. "You just want me to give you a foot massage.”

You scoff, "how dare you." You sniffle, cover your eyes.

"Sweetheart, honey, I didn't mean to make you cry-"

"You didn't! This spawn of yours did."

"I'm gonna go," she whispers to him.

He nods and waves at her till she gets to the door. "How about I give my special girl a nice, long foot rub and we watch some of our favorites?" He rests his head on the arm of the couch. "Do you like that idea?"

You wipe your under eye and nod, glancing down at him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to find a guy like him.

"I'm the lucky one." He pecks your temple and starts grabbing stuff for your relaxing night.

"How did you know?"

"I'm psychic."

You narrow your eyes to him.

"I'd be a bad fiancé if I didn't know what you wanted."

Before you fall asleep, you swear you hear him whispering to the baby.

"-nd I told her I'd get a ring on her finger one way or another. You had nothing to do with it but that was some pretty funny timing, little howler."

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Top Gun characters in lockdown

Maverick goes fucking insane. He quarantines with the Bradshaws and is almost crawling up the walls

Carole just starts obsessively baking

Goose has to home school Bradley and learns what stress truly is. He also lives in one Hawaiian shirt and Carole has to force him to take it off.

Iceman, as an Admiral, has a lot of zoom calls but also takes every precaution, proper mask, hand sanitiser, keeps away from people

Slider goes hard into exercise. He goes from a six pack to an eight pack

Hollywood and Wolfman lose all track of time. Time? Never heard of her?

Chipper and Sundown take this as their opportunity to binge watch every series known to man. Also daytime drinking because why not? It's lockdown and they have nowhere to be

[bradsthorn]

WONDER OF YOU | B.B. X FEMALE OC

Chapter 1: The Wonder of You

Summary: Nicolette 'Wildcard' Mitchell was shocked to get called back to North Island. Her track record was not exactly clean and most certainly not one that most would celebrate. Then she sees Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw again. Maybe it won't be all bad.

Warnings: Mentions of death, alcohol, Flashbacks to Top Gun 86, Broken Family dynamics

Word Count: 2.6K

Author Note: Hey y'all this fic is my baby and I'm excited to share this with y'all. This is cross-listed on AO3!

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“Wood.. I barely got out of being grounded, just to be sent to Top Gun. It has to be some sort of cruel punishment.” The girl was huffing as she stuffed another shirt into her bag. Nicolette Mitchell a.k.a. Wildcard, lived up to both her callsign and last name in ways that made her commanding officers grimace upon seeing her assigned to them. 

“ Or it’s for something important. They don’t just call people back like that for punishment, Nic.” The older male was shaking his head as he responded. He had basically adopted the girl — she had been his favorite kid of the class of 86’s, not that he didn’t like Bradley, but there was a special place in his heart for the brunette girl. 

“Yeah, because they send Maverick to new places for important things.” Nicolette was letting a laugh fall as she heard Hollywood hush his husband.

“No, no.. Wolf is right. They sent Maverick to .. well, anywhere he’s been sent simply because he pissed off an Admiral. Not that I did.” There was a snort being heard over the phone and then an ‘ow!’ shortly after,

“Nic.. did you piss off an Admiral?” 

“Technically, yes.  But my wingman needed me, it wasn’t my fault they didn’t fill my fuel tank up all the way.” This was a common occurrence for the girl, her wingmen, and team were always first, aircraft and herself second. So be it if it got her in trouble she valued people over the jets they were in. One lesson Maverick had been able to teach her is that your teammates are not replaceable, the jets are no matter what the Navy says. 

“So.. you pulled a Maverick?” There were a few seconds of silence before the two males could hear her zipping up the bag. 

“No. I was being a good teammate. He doesn’t know what that’s like.” There was some poison in her words, and it was clear as day to the pilot and his RIO that the relationship between the girl and her father had not gotten better. 

“I.. okay, Nic. Just.. let us know when you get here, we’d like to see you, kid.” If there was one thing Hollywood knew, it was that whatever waited for the woman on North Island, he would have pieces to pick up. 

“I will. Love ya’ll.” Once the couple had responded, she was hanging up and tossed her bag into her Thunderbird. 

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Nicolette Duke Mitchell had been accustomed to being moved around a lot, at least until she needed a stable place to be able to attend school. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, the man that was her second father; pops as she called him, was able to stay stationary for her. While Maverick was being sent to Iraq, Bosnia, and wherever else the Navy sent him, Iceman was staying at Top Gun, raising the almost carbon copy of his wingman. Thankfully, some of the rest of the 86 class was able to pitch in. Or they at least kept her busy when they’d visit. And of course, Carole. Seeing as the two had gotten so close over the short amount of time they had together while their dads were in Top Gun, Carole couldn’t possibly keep Bradley away from Nicolette. There were plenty of phone calls, where the two toddlers mirrored each other; being sat on the counter with their respective parents keeping them steady, just chatting away like they had much to talk about. But they could do it for hours and each call ended with a “bye bradbrad.” and “bye ni.” Nic visited Brad and Carole in Tennessee for plenty of weeks in the summer and Brad would visit Nic in San Diego whenever he was able. Until he was in Maverick’s custody and then he was living with her and Ice. 

Iceman had done his best to keep the girl in contact with her father. And he pulled strings whenever necessary to get Maverick home to her. But, almost like clockwork, he was pissing off whichever admiral or higher up he could and getting sent away. What originally was described to the girl as ‘the Navy just needs him right now.’ transpired into a festering grudge towards her father – one that faded each time he came home, but grew the second he left again. 

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The Hard Deck, something you weren’t supposed to go below. That was Navy law, and anything below the hard deck was dangerous, it could damage the aircraft. This hard deck though? Could damage a person’s wall that they had spent much of their adult life building, or cause cracks in a facade. But it also held a lot of memories from the time spent in Top Gun. Something that was cherished among those that attended, and it was the best bar to go to attempt to score a free drink. 

The brunette was shutting the door to her car, a small sigh being given as she witnessed all of the other pilots entering the bar. She knew what that meant; she wasn’t getting grounded. Just a slight possibility of being sent to her death. Which, she figured the Navy wouldn’t bat an eye at, it would achieve their goal, keep the Mitchells out of the sky and run them out of the Navy. Her digits ran through her hair for a second, checking it in her mirror when her eyes fixed on the blue Bronco parked a few spots down. Holy shit. She hadn’t seen the owner of that Bronco since two deployments ago. There was almost a hop in her step as she stepped into the loud building, an easily recognizable song on the jukebox. 

If you’re lookin’ for trouble, you came to the right place. 

She shook her head, what a song to be playing when she came in. The people at Top Gun had thought she was trouble, and any higher-up that she had would probably agree with that statement. There were three people in the bar that wouldn’t agree with it; one that she hadn’t seen yet; and that was known by the fact she was still in the bar. The second was already smiling as she noticed her, sliding a beer down to her; amazed the girl hadn’t recognized the male a few feet away. And then; 

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack.

“Mitchell… You’ve got to be shittin’ me.” Hangman. A man Nicolette knew well, but despised just as much. 

“Seresin.” There was a beat. Lips parted as she shook her head at him. It was clear that whatever this was, it was serious. Otherwise, there would’ve been no need for the number of patches she was seeing. Nicolette watched the male grab his beers and nod to someone behind her, the person paying for their drinks, she assumed. Then against her better judgment, she followed the blonde back to the group. Her eyes stuck on the Hawaiian shirt that she had entered the bar searching for. But, Hangman beat her to having the first word with him once he had changed the song. 

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” 

“Hangman… You look… good.” 

“Well, I am good, Rooster, I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.” Nic let a quiet scoff out, head shaking. She had taken a seat at a stool behind Brad, not wanting to get in the middle of it. This wasn’t her fight, at least not yet. 

“So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Nic’s brows furrowed at the man who spoke. She only knew a select few of the pilots around the pool table.

“No, mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me.” His ego hadn’t changed apparently.

“What I want to know: Who’s gonna be team leader?”  Her eyes followed the pool balls that clattered together. 

“And which one of yall has what it takes to follow me?” There it was. His ego was bigger than the state he came from. 

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” The woman had to take a sip of her beer to keep from chuckling loudly. Eyes meeting those of a male across the pool table, he had glasses and seemed to be the quieter one, seeing as the two on either side of him, one whom she knew; Coyote, who typically couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and the other who let a low “whoo!” out at the comment, obviously were loving this interaction. The one with the glasses was not. 

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel.” Nicolette was getting close to stepping in, 

“But that’s just you, ain’t it Rooster?” Her body inched closer to standing. 

“You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment…” And she was up, body moving quietly to stand behind the male. Hangman’s eyes trailed from the taller male to land on Nic. Almost as if his next words were for both of them, 

“That never comes.” There it was. His eyes had locked back on Brad’s after, Nic noted the small smirk that grew on Hangman’s lips. She was going to have to make herself known to Brad now. 

“Y’know Hangman, you don’t have to compensate for your lack of… well, size right now.” Head tilting, with a small smirk growing as she watched the blonde falter for a split second before his lips were moving back to his signature smirk. 

“If you wanna see how wrong you are, let me know Wildcard.” Winking at her, earning a scoff, as his attention turned back to Rooster, 

“I love this song.” And then the pair watched him walk off. Bradley’s eyes finally landed on the girl.

“Ni..” It was like he let his body relax for a second, he didn’t have to be on guard with her. He was safe with her. 

“Hey, Bradbrad…” Then arms were wrapped around her, bringing her into his chest, he didn’t know how long to hold onto her but at the moment? Time had stopped anyway so it didn’t matter. And neither could see the way the simple action between them had caused someone else’s world to stop, Maverick hadn’t seen the two of them together in years, and as he took in the Hawaiian shirt on the male’s body and arms wrapping around the female in a brightly colored red and orange shirt, it was like going back thirty years. The sight caused his heart to ache. Then Bradley’s arms were removed as he looked to the other girl who had joined them, but a hand had found its way to rest on Nicolette’s back. Maverick’s eyes burned into the pair, and for Nicolette, the fact her hair was sticking up on the back of her neck had more to do with the group of people in front of her who, while they may know her or know of her, most likely already wouldn’t want her around. Her reputation and last name — something that always held more significance than her — always preceded her.

“Well, he hasn’t changed.” Nic’s brows rose as she looked over the other girl, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. Of course, she knew her, although there was a small negative feeling festering in her stomach as she took her in. Nicole couldn’t put into words what that feeling was, but it was prominent. 

“Nope. Sure hasn’t.” There was a small part of his accent lingering at the end of his statement, which made her lips curl up at the edges. 

“Change is a foreign concept to him.” Nicolette let the words fall, almost as if she had to prove her existence. Needed to prove something, what it was? She couldn’t tell anyone. But there was a nod given her way by Phoenix, which caused her to feel settled until more voices joined them. 

“Check it out.” The group’s eyes flickered away from the pool table to focus on the entrance, “More patches.”  Nicolette knew what that meant, that whatever was happening wouldn’t be good. 

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Ohama. Shit, that’s Fritz.” Wildcard’s green hues followed after the group and her lips pursed for a second as she scoffed, head shaking. 

“What the hell kind of mission is this?” Her brow rose at the male, Garcia was what he’d be known by until she knew his callsign, thank the US Military for name badges. 

“A suicide mission,” Nicolette mumbled, causing eyes to land on her as she mindlessly played on her phone. The other pilots around them turned to her, eyes narrowing. She didn’t think twice about what she had said, if anything she knew she was right. They don’t call back this many pilots for something any less serious than that. 

ICEDAD

ICE. 

Nic. 

You’ll never guess where I am. 

North Island?

This is why I don’t play guessing games with you

But… so is half of the goddamn navy 

That’s an exaggeration. 

Okay? And? It’s still a lot of people. 

And?

Brad is here. 

I know. 

So you knew i was here?

Got briefed on it. 

Someone else is there though. 

And the conversation was over once Nic heard the bell ring. Either someone else was paying for their drinks or 

“OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!” The girl’s head tilted, phone slipping back into her pocket as she shook her head, eyes locking with Bradley’s at the piano. It was second nature for her to find her way to the instrument. She had spent so many years with the male just hanging out while he played or learned to play.

The toddler was kicking her feet in her father’s lap. Her head tilted to the side as she watched the two blonde women on the other side of her. Nicolette had very little patience in her tiny body and barely sat still - as would be expected from Maverick’s kid. Her fingers wrapped around a fry, that quickly went flying to hit the woman in a white blouse. Giggles were fast to leave tiny lips afterward, Maverick himself having to fight off a laugh. Then once Carole – who Nic adored – had smiled at her, Nic was done and trying to wiggle out of Maverick’s hold. She wanted to go sit with the guy at the piano with the colorful shirt. She liked him a whole lot, he would put her in the sky when he picked her up, and he flew her around sometimes, she loved it. Not to mention the kid on top of the piano who was her newfound best friend. Finally, her dad was heading over there with her, setting her down on the bench to stand, Nic’s hands reaching to try to grab the hat off of the piano – Goose’s hat, but one hand was grabbed by her father to twirl her – as carefully as possible, as the two men sang;

“You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…” 

Bradley had an arm wrapped around the woman’s waist as his fingers created the familiar tune on the piano; Nic let a soft laugh out as he glanced up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his puppy dog browns, 

“Thinkin’ ‘bout your love drives a man insane, you broke my will, oh what a thrill, goodness, gracious, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”  

The two were a splitting image of something Maverick had never thought he’d see again, and now watching the group of young pilots around the piano and the two on the bench, there was no way he couldn’t teach this mission. They had to come home. If not for him or the families any of them may have had, they had to come home for each other.

credit: I don't own any characters but Nicolette Mitchell, and any other OCs that may appear and their storylines. I have no affiliation with Top Gun or Top Gun: Maverick. All rights go to the rightful owners.

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good things come... [ leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 23 [ orgasm denial ]

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you weren’t sure who had exactly started this game, but it seemed as though there was no end in sight, unless one of you folded. and both you and leo were far too stubborn to ever do so, which meant this was going to trail on for awhile.

you do, however, remember when you had vowed to get back at him. it was early morning, the sun barely peaking over the horizon and leo was tucked under the blankets, shouldered between your thighs as he pleasured you with his mouth. you were right on the cusp of coming, until a heavy knock sounded from the front door and the distinct voice of hollywood shouting for leo to get up.

the man between your legs had completely forgotten about you, rushing around the bedroom to find his service khakis. and once he was dressed, he kissed you goodbye -- lips still wet, before darting out of the house.

you fell back against the pillows with heavy sigh, and teetering orgasm left to slowly dissipate or take care of yourself. and you do, coming a few minutes later with an almost disappointed look on your face before rolling over and going back to sleep with a slight anger towards your boyfriend.

so the next time when you’re going down on him, part of you wants to pull back -- give him a taste of how you felt after he had practically run out on you. however, a small part of you doesn’t want to, as he looks so pretty with his eyes  screwed shut and whimpers falling from his parted lips. but you eventually do, pulling back just as he’s about to come, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“w-what?” leo whimpers, eyes shooting open to see why you had stopped -- especially when he was so close. only, you shrug and start to climb off the bed before he’s scrambling after you, “where are you going?”

“i forgot that i had to meet up with some friends. i’m going to be late.” you state, turning away to avoid the grief stricken look on his face as you get dressed. after pulling on your shoes, you walk over, press a soft kiss to his lips before heading out of the house. leaving leo still confused and stranded in the bed.

from there, it had turned into a game almost -- trying to see if the other could get the other to crack. and by the end of the week, there was so much pent up tension between the two of you, that it was starting to gain attention from the rest of your friend group.

hollywood nudged his rio, eyeing him cautiously as he tight gripped his drink, "you alright, wolf?" the other man only offered him a tight lipped smile in return, before his focus swung back in your direction. hollywood, being ever observant of his rio and his emotions, following his gaze across the bar to where you were seated next to one of your friends. then it hit him.

"the two of you playing a little game or something? cause if so, just forget about it and fuck each other for christ's sake." hollywood states, patting him on the shoulder before heading over to the bar to get another drink for himself.

wolf turned the words over in his head, before downing the rest of his drink and making his way over to where you sat. the second he was in reaching distance, his hand wrapped around your bicep, gaining your attention before dropping his lips to the shell of your ear, "wanna get out of here?"

there's a flicker of something in your eyes, but you nod, waving goodbye to your friends before following wolf out of the bar and turns the car. not at all caring that the two of you had only been there for a couple of hours.

the ride home was short, neither of you being able to fully keep your hands to yourself. until the two of you were settled up in your bedroom with a trail of clothes leading the way.

your hands pressed against his chest, giving you enough leverage as you sank down onto his cock. leo's head tossed back against the pillows, moan slipping from his lips until you were fully seated against his hips.

hands gripped you roughly at the hips, before fucking up into with vigor. the seemingly long cord that had been wound up inside the both of you had snapped. and leo wasn’t wasting any time in bringing the both of you to completion -- as this was something you both needed.

you clung to him, bearing down to met him on each of his thrusts. driving him deeper to press against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. and given there had been a large build up with orgasms already teetering on the edge, it didn’t take long to drop over the edge and let both of your orgasms wash over you. 

you collapsed against his chest, heavy breathing as leo nuzzled into your neck with a hefty laugh, “god, let’s not do that again...” he states, followed by an noise of agreement as you lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

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Do y’all think if Wolfman and Hangman met they’d both start talking abt life in Texas or sumn

[callmemana]

Broken Glass Slipper

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Cinderella!reader

Characters: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Cinderella!reader, stepmother, stepsisters, Margaret (fairy godmother), Adam (carriage driver), Lucifer (the cat), Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Sam “Merlin” Wells

Warnings: Cinderella AU, this is crack, a sort of Cinderella retelling, friends to lovers, evil stepsisters and stepmother, Hollywood the royal servant, Wolfman is an adorable dumbass, reader and Leonard have been friends for years, stepmother is a greedy and cruel woman, reader and Leonard are friends.

Word Count: 2375

A/N: Iceman and Slider are hidden in the crowd (not mentioned but I imagined them in the ballroom). Maverick and Goose were not invited because of some pranks they played on the king in the past (also not mentioned).

Top Gun: Disney AU

As the door clicked shut and the lock sounded, Ella knew she was trapped in the attic until her step-mother felt fit enough to let her out.

Her Step-mother had found her shoe in her Hope Chest and smashed it on the ground, the memory of her perfect night shattered like her slipper.

She pounded on the door to try and get another’s attention to free her but after a while she gave up and laid on her bed, head in her arms as she sobbed.

She could hear muffled voices downstairs, the front door opening, people coming in, and sounds of objects moving. Unknown to her, her little mice friends were trying to help.

Jac Jac and Gus Gus were on a mission to retrieve the key to Cinderella’s door, but had some fallbacks. For one, the mistress of the house kept it in her pocket and hand around it, as if it could disappear into thin air.

After many failed attempts at retrieving the key, they gave up and tried another way. They had to get Ella out of the attic, this was her chance at a happily ever after, a chance to get out of this horrible house and away from these dreadful people.

It would be the least they could do for her after everything she did for them!  

As the eldest sister sat down upon the chair, a servant tried to put it on her foot, but alas, the foot was too wide for the slim glass.

Upset at the outcome, she took the shoe from the servant and jammed her foot into it, “There, it fits!'' As she finished her exclamation, the shoe showed her toes squished against the glass uncomfortable, her eyebrows furrowed in pain, and jaw clenched.

“Well, ma’am, the prince did say every available maiden must try on the shoe.'' He said carefully, as if not to hurt her feelings, took off the slipper and motioned for the other sister to sit.

The other sat gracefully, holding her foot out delicately to the servant and smiled. The servant gently placed the shoe on her foot and gasped, it actually fit her, perfectly to be exact!

“Sire, we have the girl!”

“Yes, Yes. Now go, get her things we must leave at once!” The servants ran off towards the staircase as the three women smiled and planned.

Once the sister left, soon her mother and other daughter departed too.

Ella, seemed to be forgotten, spent several days locked in her room before someone found the spare key and let her out.

By that time, her sister had taken her happily ever after.

Leonard could see that this was not the woman he danced with, but he was vague with instructions, for he only said to ‘find the girl who fits into the slipper’ not ‘find a girl with golden hair and eyes blue as the ocean who’s foot fit into the slipper’’ for that mistake he is forever unhappily married to the wrong girl.

He was just too frazzled to give more information than just find the girl with the missing shoe. He missed the maiden whose name he knows not, but am undoubtedly in love with.

Leonard stood with his new bride at his side at a court meeting his father held with a blank gaze and clenched jaw.

His friends could see that he wasn’t happy, the only time Rick had seen him truly happy was when he danced with the mystery maiden at the ball. His friends didn’t like to see him this way, constantly angry and upset.

Before the marriage, Leonard was a little adventurous and mischievous, always getting in trouble with his friends, now, he was silent and always brushing their fun away.

They also didn’t like the maiden he did marry, for she was rude as was her sister, a learned trait from their mother no doubt. So, after the meeting the Prince’s friends held a meeting of their own and discussed what to do.

“Well?”

“We could find her, convince her he’s not happy with his wife?”

“Do you even know what she looks like?”

“No, but Rick does. I overheard him and Leonard talking in the hall one afternoon.”

They all pan towards Rick, “I have seen her, but there is a problem. We don’t even know if she’s from this kingdom.”

“Then we send word to other Kingdoms close by, maybe one of them has seen her!”

“Unlikely, there could be thousands, millions of maidens that match the description of her!”

“Do you suggest we just let our friend be miserable?”

“No, but we have to find a special characteristic about her that only she could have, something that couldn’t be duplicated!”

“Then we must talk to Leonard, maybe he could tell us something useful in finding his true love!”

Leonard was in his study, reading a book as the doors slam open and his friends are coming in.

“What’s this about?”

“You being a dumbass.”

“I’m not following, Nicholas.”

“You were so memorized by the maiden that you danced with the night of the ball that you only gave a brief description on how to find her. Well, we have come up with a way to do just that!”

“And, pray tell, what is it? How do you plan to do that? I’ve already lost her and I am married to another woman.”

“Did you see any identifying features? Anything special characteristically about her?”

“Yes. She had a scar on her right, inside upper arm. I saw it while we were dancing, it looked like it was from a burn. Does that help?”

“Yes, Leonard, it does. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, just promise me you’ll find her.”

“I’ll do everything in my power to.”

For weeks the friends tried to find the maiden, went to every house and asked questions to every villager.

When they spotted an older woman, they all exchanged looks before running towards her. If anyone was to know the maiden, it would be someone who’s been here for quite some time and knows everyone.

“Excuse me ma’am,”

“Yes my dear?”

“Do you happen to know a maiden with golden hair, blue eyes, and a burn scar on her right upper arm?” her eyes widen and she gasps, she didn’t pay much attention to their clothes at first, but now that she sees their royalty, she quickly excuses herself and leaves, leaving the men suspicious and worried.

They tried to follow the older woman to find out where she’s hiding, but the woman was quick and used passage ways unknown to them to escape.

During the week, they tried to corner her and ask questions, but every time they got close something would happen to gain their attention and look away enough for her to bolt.

After a month with no success and their friend wallowing in self-pity,  they tried a different approach.

They had convinced Leonard to get out of the castle in villager clothes and talk to the woman, and when they found her with a basket full of foods, they pushed Leonard towards her and hid.

“Hello ma’am, may I talk to you for a moment?”

She looked at him and smiled, “Why of course, dearie.”

“I was wondering if you’ve seen a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and a burn scar on her upper right arm? I’m looking for her.”  

“Well, yes, I do know her. You’re talking about Ella, she lives up on Hickory Lane, in the big white house with the black accents, but if you ask me, its too big for just one person. Be careful dearie, she isn’t the same after her step-mother and step-sisters left to go live in the castle. Oh no, she’s been sad and rude since then.”

He thanked her and started his path to find his one true love, Ella, as it seems her name is. His friends following behind him closely, for he is a Prince and might need protection.

When they had made it to the house, they saw it had its windows boarded up and lights off, as if no one lived there for years.

Gathering his courage, Leonard knocked on the door in three swift hits. The group waited for a minute or two after hearing no response or footsteps coming closer and knocked again, this time more firm and loud.

Perhaps the lady of the house was too far away and couldn’t hear? More time passed and still no acknowledgement was given to the knocks.

Growing tired of being ignored, Leonard knocked again, and accompanied it with a shout, “Ella, are you in there? If so, would you please come out to chat?” as they waited for a response this time, Leonard bounced on his heels with a winning smile plastered on his face.

“Go away, I’m not taking any visitors today sir!”

“Please, I think it is very important that we meet!”

“I said not today sir! Good bye!”

The smile slowly made its way into a frown as he said, “Alright then, good bye Ella.” the others patted his back in condolences and reassured him that maybe tomorrow he’d have better luck.

The next couple of weeks were spent with Leonard and his friends coming to the house and trying to convince Ella to talk to him, and each day, ended much like the first.

When Leonard had had quite enough of this childish behavior, and coming from him, is a big statement, had travelled behind the gate and went into the house using the back entrance.

He quietly surveyed the area, being careful and silent in his approach to find the woman he sought after.

As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he saw a young woman that fits the description of the maiden he danced with sulking as she cleaned the floors.

“You’re too beautiful to be this sad, please talk to me.”

She wiped her tears quickly despite him already seeing them fall, “How did you get in here? Who are you?” she questioned.

He puts his hands up as if to not startle her even more, “I went in the back entrance, I’ve tried the front for weeks with no answer. As for who I am, well darling, I am Prince Leonard. I believe you to be the maiden I danced with until midnight when you ran away.”

She clutched her broom as he spoke, unwilling to let go of this incase he was just here to rob her.

“I did no such thing, and you couldn’t possibly be the Prince, he is a married man.”

“Darling, I am the Prince, and as for my marriage, it is an unhappy one for I have married the wrong woman.” he gently grabs her hands in his.

“You have married the love of your life, sire, and for that I am very happy, but if you believe that I am even in the same social status as you, or the princess, you are mistaken. I am a maid, the Tramaine’s maid for decades and always have been. I hold no torch to the beauty of the Princess nor do I want to. Sire, please go home to her, love her for eternity, as she does you. You should forget about me, Your Highness. For I am nobody compared to her.”

She turns around and slips from his grip, “No! No, you are wrong, Ella, you are so much more than beauty to me. You are kind, and generous, as for my wife, she is the opposite. Her and her family will undoubtably run this kingdom to the ground with the coin they spend daily, and the rudeness they show to those under them in status. You, You my dear Ella, have a gentle heart, and would never do the awful things they do to the servants and staff alike. Please, consider this proposal?”

“I will think it over My Liege,” he nodded his head once, then twice, as if to reassure himself that he had gotten through to her.

As the days turn into weeks with still no reply to the proposal, Leonard started to get worried about Ella.

He decided to take a day off from his Kingly duties and ride the carriage down to the abandoned house.

He knocks once, twice, three times and waits for a few seconds before starting the knock pattern again.

This time after the wait he just opens the door and sees the dust and grime floating in the air.

And there’s a certain smell that permeates the air, somewhat of decay.

He finds the woman from before sitting in a big soft looking chair and a fire almost out.

Soon he realizes that she’s the cause of the pungent smell as he gets closer.

Leonard shouts, “Rick, please call the guards! We need to give the news to the Princess and her family.”

He knows that he has so reason to cry over the lost of this beautiful woman, not while he was married and had no claim on her to begin with.

Her face had sunken cheeks and tired bags under her unopened eyes.

It looks as if she passed in her sleep, he hopes it was at least a nice dream before the Grim Reaper took her from this plane of existence.

A week later was her funeral and as a noble’s daughter, she was given the honor of having the funeral she deserved.

He was one of the only people to show up as a large amount of nobles around the district and continent forgot about her.

When is was his turn to show his respects to her coffin he whispered, “I will carry my undying love for you until the day I am no longer walking the earth.”

Leonard takes a deep breath as the tears start to slowly stream down his face.

“I am beyond sorry for my late proposal and wished it was you who I would spend the rest of my life with and not your terrible sister. You are the only true love I’ve ever had.”

One tear lands on her hands as he says her last goodbye to her, his Ella.

Forever 🏷️: @crazyk-imagine

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[buckyegans]

I Know You ✮ Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe

summary: receiving a phone call during your day off, you’re surprised to hear the voice of your husband’s pilot (set during the aftermath of when holly and wolf have to eject)

note: i know his plane said henry ruth but we all collectively decided he is leonard wolfe. also, reader calls him lee/leo. GN! reader.

warnings: wolf is kind of insecure about your guys’ marriage but it’s a hurt/comfort fic

 “Hello?” you speak into the landline as you set it on your shoulder, craning your head to secure it in place, reaching to wash your hands in the sink. “Hello?” you repeat, furrowing your brows as you dipped your hands under warm water, washing away stray flour.

 “Hi,” a voice said. “Is this Y/n?”

 “Uhm,” you start, drying your hands before grabbing the phone. “Yes, this is them. Who is this?”

 “Hey, Y/n. This is Rick. I’m calling from Top Gun,” he said. Rick Neven, Hollywood, was your husband’s best friend and co-pilot. Your stomach immediately dropped at the fact he was calling you instead of Leonard himself.

 “Rick? Is everything okay?” you ask, bringing your hand to your cheek. “Is he okay?”

 “Yeah, yeah! He’s…well, he isn’t hurt. But, I think you should come here. He’s not doing so hot right now.” Hollywood said, and before he could even continue, your car keys were in hand and the phone was hanging off the line. “Hello? Y/n?” Rick asks into the receiver, before hearing the front door slam. Not even thirty minutes later, after battling some heavy Miramar traffic, you were speeding down the hallway of the school, towards the locker rooms. Finding Hollywood perched outside of the door, head leaned against the wall, foot propped up, he turned to find you approaching. “Oh, you made it. He’s in there,” Rick nodded.

 “Thank you,” you said softly, pushing the door open. The locker room was silent and empty. And a mess, but that was to be expected. Taking careful steps towards the openess, you find a figure on the bench, hunched over with their head in their hands. “Leo?”

 Wolfman sat up at the sound of his name, the name only you called him. With red-rimmed glassy eyes, he smiled crooked at the sight of you. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

 “Rick called me, what’s the matter?” you ask, letting him pull you into him by your hips. “Are you hurt?” you looked him over. “Sick?” your hand pressed against his forehead.

 Leonard shook his head.

 You frowned. “Then what’s the matter—”

 Before you could finish, your husband was cupping your face and kissing you gently. You froze slightly before melting into it—you’d never say no to a kiss. But, you pulled away, gently stroking his cheekbone. “What happened, Lee?” you ask.

 He sighed, sitting back on the bench, pulling you against him, tucked into his side. “We had to eject,” he murmured, looking down at you. He reached up, touching your hair. “Our engine got shot—we ejected…I was so scared.”

 “Honey,” you cooed, looking up at him, brows softly furrowed. “You’re okay now. You know exactly what to do in that situation, and you did it—‘cause you’re so smart.” you smiled sadly.

 He sighed, shrugging. “I know. But, what if I didn’t l? What if I couldn’t? What if it didn’t work? I mean, don’t you want someone who doesn’t risk dying everyday? Someone who will come home to you every night?”

 You looked down, frowning. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lap. “Lee, I know what I signed up for when you first told me you were an aviator. I know what I want, and it’s you.”

 Leonard sighs, shaking his head. “But, you deserve something more. Someone who—”

 “I just called you smart, Leonard. Don’t make me take that back,” you remark as you stand, towering over him as you cup his face, stroking his tanned cheeks. He smiles somewhat, shaking his head again. “I love you, and I married you knowing exactly what was in store for me. Aviator or not, I married you.”

 “I’m not sure why you did,” he laughs.

 You smile. “Neither am I,” you tease, his hands finding your hips. “Now, let me stand here and tell you all the things that make you the best husband and aviator someone could ever ask for? And that I’m happy your alive? Please?”

 “Since you used the magic word,” he says, rolling his eyes but pulls you into his lap regardless.

 In all honesty, you were terrified. But, sometimes it was better for your husband not to know that. Especially at times like this.

 “Good,” you say, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Now, where should I start?” you ask, tapping your chin playfully, drawing a grin from your husband.

[topgun-imagines]

I’m Not Going Anywhere

Requested: yes

Summary: iceman finally gets the courage to confess his feeling for you after he learns you’re leaving Top Gun.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst. Crying. Arguments. Incorrect medical terms? Cerebral palsy?

Parings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fém!reader

Everyone was down at the beach for the day. The aviators had decided that they would have another volleyball competition today. You were sitting on the bleachers with your son on your knee, cheering with him as you watched Wolfman and Hollywood play. Ever since you arrived in Top Gun, Wolfman had instantly connected with your son. The RIO would often give him piggyback rides, seeing as walking took him a great amount of effort. Early on in his life, your son had been diagnosed with Cerebral palsy and because of that, was unable to walk for long periods of time.

Leonard had become a massive help to you in the past few weeks. Your son's father died early in your son’s life, leaving you to care for him on your own. You loved your son more than anything in the world, but sometimes, you were grateful to have someone else there to help you. You were drawn back to reality by your son cheering loudly as Leo scored another point. He grinned over at your little boy, waving to him before resuming his position. You smiled at the interaction. They continued their game against Chipper and Sundown, only one point away from victory. Loud cheers mixed with groans from the other team erupted from the court when Hollywood scored the last point.

You and your son cheered along with them. Leo rushed over to the pair of you, picking up your son and swinging him around. He giggled loudly. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Viper walk up to the three of you, smiling warmly at you and your son. The older man offered you a sympathetic smile and wrapped you in a warm hug. You had informed him of your decision to leave Top Gun last night after a frantic phone call. Viper had come over instantly, helping you with your son and calming you down until your own cries had subsided. It was then that you had decided to leave Fighter Town. It simply held too many painful memories for both you and your son. Maybe a fresh start would be good for both of you.

“Have you told them yet?” Viper questioned, drawing back from the hug. You shook your head slowly. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you glanced over to when Iceman and Slider were playing their own game of volleyball. You had yet to tell the people that you considered your best friends about your sudden move. Viper patted your arm, offering you a knowing smile. It seemed as if the older man had picked up on your feelings for the blond pilot rather quickly, leaving you to question just how obvious you were. The man left you to your thoughts and headed over to your son. He smiled at wolfman and him playing in the sand.

With a deep breath, you sucked up all the courage you could and headed over to the court that Ice and Slider were on. You sat on the side and watched as they finished up their game with Maverick and Goose. You cheered loudly as Slider scored the final point. The taller man pulled Ice into him as they moved over to you. You offered them the best smile you could, which still seemed insufficient seeing as Ice’s eyebrows drew together almost immediately. “You okay?” He questioned, moving toward you and setting his hand on your wrist. You could only nod.

The pilot still didn’t seem convinced. You decided to just rip the bandage off. You needed to tell them. “I need to talk to you,” You started, doing your best to keep your voice measured. The boys nodded, following after you as you led them away from the bleachers. When you stopped, you hesitated slightly before turning to face them again. Something that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the boys. You sucked in one last heavy breath. “I’m leaving.”

It was as if you hadn’t even spoken. Their faces remained the same, both staring at you as if you had grown a second head. “Pardon?” Slider questioned, drawing out the syllables. You sighed. Slider never used words like that. You watched as Ice’s face dropped.

“I’m leaving Top Gun this week,” You clarified. They continued to stare at you. As if in slow motion, you could see the walls that Ice normally had up, come back up. He was closing himself off from you. The thought almost made you cry. Slider only looked offended, as if what you had said was the worst thing he could imagine. The blond turned away from you. Tears rose in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat. “I’m sorry.” You choked out. You spun on your heel and walked away from them quickly, moving towards Leo and your son.

You didn’t tell them while you were leaving. You couldn’t. As hard as it was seeing Ice shut you out, you needed to do what was best for your son. If that meant leaving Top Gun, so be it. You stepped up to Leo and your son, wiping the tears from your lashes. Leo shot you a worried glance. You could only offer him a sad smile. He sighed and with a glance at his classmates, knew exactly what had happened. Your son continued playing in the sand while Leo wrapped his arms around you. He held you as you cried softly into his shoulder. His hand moved up and down your back, soothing you only slightly. He whispered quiet reassurances into your ear.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Ice was standing in the same spot that you left him, staring after you with a blank expression. Slider nudged his arm. “You look like you could kill him,” He murmured, talking about the RIO with his arms around your waist. When his pilot still didn’t show any sign of acknowledgment he sighed. “And I’m sure she could have used some comforting.” He gestured toward you. That seemed to snap Ice out of his trance. Slider watched as the pilot’s eyes softened instantly. He could count on one hand the amount of times that he had witnessed that happen.

Ice turned to his RIO. “What do I do?” Slider knew about his best friend's feelings for you. Saying that the man was head over heels in love with you would be an understatement. It was clear to everyone but you just how much Iceman loved you. It seemed as if you were the only person able to turn ice-cold, no mistakes into the version of himself that only Slider had seen. The RIO sighed. He could tell that you were hurt by their reaction and while his wasn’t the best he could have had, Ice completely shut down. It seemed as if he had retreated to default settings when you said that you would be leaving. He instantly regretted his reaction after you walked away.

“I don’t know what you can do,” He started, leaning back against a tree behind him. “I’d talk to her. Tell her that you want her to stay,” He continued. Slowly, his eyes drifted to where you were walking away with Wolfman who had your son on his shoulders. “But,” He got quieter, causing Ice’s eyes to follow his. “If she’s doing it for that little boy, I don’t think anyone would be able to convince her to stay.” Ice could only nod. His friend patted his arm before leading the both of them back to the court. There, they packed up their things and headed for their housing, ignoring the protests from Maverick and Goose.

You were standing in your kitchen, wrapping up bowls before putting them into the cardboard box in front of you. There was a loud knock on your door, causing you to jump slightly. You set the bowl down before moving to the door. When you pulled it open, you came face to face with the side of Iceman’s head. He was bouncing his foot against your front porch, chewing his gum harshly, and fidgeting with the ring on his finger. You sighed quietly. You knew that these were all habits that he had when he was nervous.

You cleared your throat, startling him out of his daydream. Wordlessly, you stepped to the side so that he could come in. That only led to him standing in your entryway with his hands in his pockets and sunglasses still over his eyes. “I needed to know why.” He started, pulling the sun glasses off his face. You sucked in a sharp breath. While you were 90% sure that this was coming, you still weren’t prepared to try and explain it to him.

“It’s my son,” You spoke quietly. Ice followed after you as you headed into the kitchen. You stood on one side of the counter while Ice moved across from you. “He threw a dish last night,” The pilot's face instantly softened. He knew about your son's issues with the control of his emotions and had witnessed many of his outbursts. “He told me that I might not be here next year,” Your eyes met the blonds. “That I could be dead like his father,” Ice watched as tears formed in your eyes. He quickly rushed around the counter and wrapped you in his arms. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, shaking slightly in his hold.

The man could only shake his head, suddenly feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. “Don’t be sorry. You were doing it for him, yea?” You nodded softly. Tears leaked out and onto his black T-shirt. You could feel him begin to trace his fingers over your back. “It’s okay,” He murmured lowly in your ear. “Look at me,” He spoke again. One hand moved up to cup your jaw, tilting it up to face him. “It’ll be okay. You know I won’t let anything happen to either of you.” You nodded, lips parting slightly in shock. He only smiled down at you, like he had done so many times before. But this time felt different. Now, you could see the love that he had tried to hide in his eyes. You were shocked that it had taken you this long to notice. You looked at him the same way, admiration and love pouring out of the look you were giving him.

Maybe you didn’t need to leave right away. It’s not as if you had sold your house. Maybe, you could spend some time with Ice and try and figure out what would be best for all three of you. If you were honest with yourself, you were leaving Top Gun to ensure that you would be there for your son. But with Ice there to protect you, that suddenly didn’t seem as a reason to leave. Your son loved Iceman. So long as you had your boys in your life and they were both safe and happy, you had no reason to leave. Your son would be happy to hear the news. And you knew Ice would be happy to help you tell him.

a/n: thank you for reading! Requests are open.

[crazyk-imagine]

Let’s Get to Planning

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Civilian! Pregnant!reader

Characters: Civilian! Pregnant!reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Warnings: The classic friends with benefits leads to pregnancy trope, Wolfman being such a sweetheart, Charlie rooting for the two to get officially together, miscommunication, December baby (mentioned once), mentions of morning sickness, hormones all over the place, minor threatening, tis the first “Christmas” fic of the season

Word Count: 3,581

*Why can I never find more than four of the same gifs for this man? Ughh 

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You blink, eyes barely adjusting to the darkness; his body heat being the one thing to keep you warm. The thin blankets and sheets on his bed do nothing, you’re lucky to keep warm if the window is closed (at home, Charlotte [the crackhead] likes the window open at your guy’s shared apartment and the whole place becomes an igloo). 

Usually, you’re not opposed to having the window, in fact, you welcome it… unless the weather is windy in the late fall, early winter or winter in general. It’s another reason why you liked staying with him; he always managed to find a way to keep you warm, maybe that’s why you’re sad this is ending. 

You push yourself up, the sheet falls, landing around your waist. You look around, trying to figure out where your clothes were thrown. You both kicked your shoes off near the front door, shirts were ripped off in the hallway just before the living room, and everything else was torn off in here. You try to move the sheet and realize his arm is around your waist. 

You carefully place his arm beside him and push yourself out of bed. You grab your bottoms, going commando since you’re unable to find your underwear. You’ll find your shoes after and search for your bra which is in the hallway on the floor. You stop to hook it, sliding your bra straps over your shoulders making sure the straps aren’t too loose. 

Your hand slides against the wall as you blindly walk in the dark. “If you were a shirt, where would you be?” You stop at the end of the hallway. “If I were a shirt, I wouldn’t be here whispering to myself.” Your eyes adjust to the dark and you venture into the living room, checking the couch, nothing. The coffee table, nothing. Okay the living room is a bust so you go check the kitchen, that’s a bust too. 

You give up and walk back towards his room. “Seriously? The door?” You quickly put your shirt on and search for your shoes. “Shoes. Shoes. Ah-ha!” You quietly step towards the bed, so you have some stability and won’t fall over or break anything. The creaks of the mattress as it adjusts to your weight doesn’t wake him. You finish getting both on, rubbing your hands on your thighs before you stand up. 

“Where are you going?” his groggy and rough voice echoes through your ears. 

You turn, eyes widening. You were not expecting him to be awake. Your hand pats his thigh, “you’re dreaming.” 

“Am I?” “You’re tired and you’ll think this was a dream.” 

“I don’t,” his voice quiets down as he mumbles something you can’t hear. A quiet, sad sigh slips past your lips. “Bye Leonard.” You crawl onto the bed, pecking his forehead. 

You don’t notice the small smile stretching across his lips as you leave his place. 

You didn’t realize how hard this would be, your heart feels heavy, and your mind is running a hundred miles an hour. 

Why does it hurt so much to end something that wasn’t going anywhere?

 -

You push yourself out of bed, heading towards your closet so you can get ready and help Charlotte. You love her, you do but you don’t always want to go out even if she thinks it’ll help you move on; even when you tell her you have (of course she doesn’t believe you). 

You toss the hanger onto your bed, searching through your dresser drawer for your undergarments when you start to feel nauseous. You pause, take a deep breath and- yeah, no you’re going to throw up. 

You run to the bathroom; hands on either side of the toilet bowl, everything you’ve eaten coming up. You groan once you’ve finished and flush. You don’t want to stand up and opt to sit down across from the toilet. 

Charlotte enters the apartment, calling for you. 

You gather enough energy to tell her you’re in the bathroom and she can tell by the way you sound, you’re not well. She walks past your bed and leans against the bathroom doorway. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh, yeah. Just peachy, Charls. My streaks broken; I think I’m sick.” You don’t see her expression after throwing your head back against the wall, rubbing the back of it while mouthing, “ow!” 

“What if- what if you’re not sick?” 

“Not sick? I’m throwing up here, if this isn’t a stomach bug what else-” Your eyes widen. “No.” 

“Yes.” 

“But I can’t be.” 

“Why not?” 

“I just- I- I’m gonna be a single mom.” 

“No, don’t say that.” She sets her purse down and sits beside you, pulling you into her embrace. “You are not alone, you hear me. This baby will have us… and Wolfman.” 

“No,” you shake your head, “absolutely not.” 

“He deserves to know.” 

You cover your face with both hands, sniffling. “I know.” 

“Let’s go out and buy a pregnancy test to confirm my theory before we call the doctor?” 

“This is why you’re a teacher.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you like to prove yourself right.” 

“That is not what being a teacher is about.” 

You snort, wiping your cheeks, “okay, Charls.” 

“I mean it,” she stomps her foot, smiling when you chuckle. 

-

After your little adventure, you start trying to figure out how you’ll meet him. “Where am I going to find him? What if he’s been deployed for another mission?” 

“I can find out where he is, and you can figure out the rest.” 

“Thanks for the help.” 

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s pregnant, right now.” 

“And I’m not the one who slept with a student.” 

“Why do you always bring that up?” 

“Because it’s fun.”

 -

You dial the number you’ve memorized, listening to the dial tone, waiting for an expected hang up. You prepare to put the phone back in the phone receiver when- 

“Hi, it’s Wolfman.” 

“Crap,” you whisper. “Hi- hi, Leonard.” The clearly surprised tone tells you what you already know. Why would he be expecting your call? 

“How… are you?” he asks. 

“That’s actually what I called to talk to you about. Could-” You pause, hearing female voices in the back. “You sound like your busy. I should go.” 

“No. No. No. Wait! What if we meet at that coffee shop you love?” 

“I thought you didn’t like that place?” 

“Let’s just say it grew on me. So, tomorrow around nine?” 

“Yeah… bye Leonard.” 

“Bye.” You blow out the breath you’ve been holding. “Oh my god.” You dial Charlottes number and wait for her to answer. “Answer your fu- Charls?” 

“Did you, do it?” 

“I did.” 

“And?” 

“We’ll meet at the coffee shop tomorrow morning.” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“What else was I supposed to do?” 

“Not that, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing and meeting up to tell him but I’m worried about your morning sickness.” 

“My anxiety will overpower that.” 

“Honey-” 

“I’m joking… kind of.” You can hear voices in the back and know you called during a busy time. “I gotta go, Charls.” 

“Wait-” 

-

Eventually you fall asleep, the TV becoming background noise. 

Charlotte walks in and sighs. Her shoulders sag after she sets her bag off besides the couch, she lifts the blanket off your lap and pulls up. 

Your bump is barely noticeable, she wonders if he’ll notice. 

She heads into the spare room and changes into something more comfortable so she can get some work done before you two go to sleep for the night. When she finishes, she removes her glasses and checks the time. “Oh wow,” she mutters. 

She cleans up and heads into the kitchen, making a quick and easy dinner that’ll be light on your tummies but also filling. She sets the plates on the coffee table and gently shoves your shoulder; you don’t wake up with the first few until she really starts shaking you. 

You jerk awake, smacking her arms. 

“Ow! Why’d you hit me?” 

“Why did you shake me like a rag doll?” You turn onto your back, “I’ve got precious cargo on board.” 

“Well, princess. You weren’t waking up. I made food, now come on, it’s time to sit up so we can eat and watch stupid movies.” 

You push yourself up, “you had me at food.” 

“Of course, I did.”

 -

You don’t put in much effort into looking nice, whatever you eat will be thrown up later anyway. No nice clothes equal no stains, meaning no worrying about using a stain spray. 

Charlotte knows where you’re going so, you’re not worried about that, everything you need is in your purse. 

Anxiety on the edge of ruining your day, check. 

You sigh, not at all prepared for this but still seem to find the courage to walk out the door with your spare sonogram picture in your purse. You don’t get out of your car right away, not at all prepared for what may happen now that you’re here. 

Your hand rests subconsciously on your belly, your eyes wonder around the street searching for him. 

He pulls up across the street, seemingly doing the same as you. 

You want to look away but the last night you saw him- he gets out of his car, his hat tucked away safely on his head. You’re curious to know if he would recognize the car since it’s Charlotte’s but then again, you rarely had him over and if you did then it would be when she was out. 

He passes the car, focusing on is path towards the coffee shop, eyes hardly ever moving away from the building and street. 

‘I can do this?’ You take a deep breath and grab your purse before exiting the car. ‘We got this.’ 

The doorbell to the door rings when you open it, Leonard looks up and his face lights up. 

You take slow steps closer towards the booth, your booth.

Neither of you say anything but he does remove his hat (something he did a lot when you two were out in public, a sign of respect he’d say). 

“How,” he clears his throat. “How have you been?” 

Does he know? You study his expression, his warm and kind eyes that made it hard for you to leave that night and his neatly combed hair, showing you how anxious he was for this. 

He was never one to care too much about his hair… unless he was meeting up with you. Why didn’t you notice that before? You shake your head. “I’ve- uh-” you cover your mouth. You close your eyes, focusing on keeping your breakfast down. 

Deep breath in. 

Deep breath out. 

“Are you sure you’re, okay? I’ve never seen you sick before. Should I- Should I call Charlie?” 

You slowly shake your head, holding one finger up letting him know to give you a second or two. 

“Is it okay if I get you water or should I see if they have-” 

“Water,” your cheeks deflate as you huff out your breath. “Water is fine, thank you, Leo.” 

He feels like there might be a chance at a real relationship when you use that nickname for him. 

You take slow, big gulps of the clear and bland tasting liquid. “I called you because I needed to talk to you about something.” 

He nods, “okay.” 

“This is a big something… maybe something that could even change the way things are between us. I-” you struggle to find the words that are different but still have the same effect as just blurring out, “I’m pregnant with your child” and not have him run out on you. You riffle through your purse beside you. You pause staring at the picture. “If I show you this, can you promise that you won’t run away?” 

“What? Why would I-” 

“Just promise me, Leonard!” You turn back to face him. 

“Okay, okay.” He nods, realizing how serious you are. “I will.” 

You gulp, passing the photo over to him. 

He takes it, fingertips brush against your fingers. He stares it, unsure of what he’s seeing. “What is- what am I looking at?” 

“You’re looking at a sonogram picture from the baby currently growing inside me.” 

His gaze doesn’t move from the photo. 

You remove your hand from the glass, it now being wet and cold from the water left behind by the melting ice. 

Time really does go by slowly when it comes to serious discussions, you don’t dare check the clock. 

You can’t stand him being silent anymore and put your half down (even if you only did have a water), purse clutched in your hand. You stand up from the booth, giving yourself a second. 

His voice stops you from leaving. “Wa- wait. What- what do you mean?” 

You sit back down, staring at the glass. “I’m pregnant and it’s yours. It’s as simple as that Leonard.” 

“I- is it-” 

You purse your lips, sensing where he’s going with his question. “I swear on all that is holy, if you even try to ask me if they are yours when I just told you that the baby is. I’m going to rip your dick off and shove it down your throat and your hat is gonna go in a woodchipper.” 

He doesn’t say anything. 

“When we had our “relationship” I didn’t sleep with anyone else, okay? Not that I need to tell you that or explain myself.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

You cross your arms and keep your eyes low. “I came here to tell you about my condition and to tell you that you don’t have to be involved because I am keeping this baby.” 

“No.” 

You lift your head. “No?” 

“I,” he gulps. “I want to be a part of the baby’s life… if you’ll let me. I’m not going to let you two fend for yourselves.” 

You fight the urge to smile but that doesn’t stop the tears from pooling in your waterline. “I think- I think that would be a nice idea.” 

“Really?” He asks with a smile. 

“I think it… it would be good if the baby had both parents in his or her life.” 

He stretches his arm across the table, wanting to hold your hand. “How- uh- how are we…” 

You place your hand in his. “I don’t want to talk about that here.” 

“We can go back to my place or- or we can go back to yours and Charlie’s?” 

“I’d feel more comfortable at mine and Charls.” 

“Then let’s go there.” He gives you a boyish grin as he sets his half down before scooting out of the booth, his hand stretched out for you to take. 

“Do you remember where we live?” 

He opens your car door for you, wishing that his hat would fall and cover his eyes. “If I say yes, will you still let me be a part of our child’s life?” 

Your heart beats faster. “I would,” you nod, biting your lip to hide the smile. 

“Uh- do you,” he holds the photo up. 

“I have my copy in the photo album.” 

“You already made a photo album?” 

“Actually, Charls did. She was trying- she was helping me through my slump after we… parted and my doctor’s appointment to see if she was right which,” you reach down, rubbing your belly, “she was.”  

 -

You unlock the door, turning the knob to open it. “I’m sorry about the mess.” 

“I’m sure it’s not…” His jaw drops, all the cardboard around the living room and hallway make it hard to decipher if this is actually a home or not. 

“We started to do some shopping, so the place was ready when bubbles here, decides it’s time.” 

“Bubbles?” He asks, wondering if he heard you correctly. You nicknamed the baby, the one word he had a hard time with as a child. 

“Yeah,” a nervous chuckle escapes you, “it was the first thing that popped into my head… and make me smile.” 

“Can I,” he gestures to the unfinished crib. 

“Oh, sure, sure. I’ll just- I’m gonna go change and you can work on this.” 

He nods, setting everything he needs to the side until he realizes he doesn’t know where the tools are. 

He walks down the hallway, ready to knock on the door but stops. His eyes stop on you sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on belly. It looks as though you’re talking to bubbles. He knocks. 

“Come in.” 

“I- uh- I don’t know where the tools are.” 

“Oh, they’re,” you stop, staring down at the baby. 

“What is it?” He’s worried something’s happened. 

“Come here,” you whisper. “Give me your hand.” 

He takes a step forward, giving you his hand only for it to be placed on your warm and moving- moving belly!? It takes him a second to understand what’s going on. “Is this- are they kicking?” 

You nod with an excited smile dancing across your lips. 

He kneels between your legs, wanting to be closer to the both of you. “You’re kicking,” his voice comes out in a whisper. He can’t believe what’s happening right now and yet, it makes all the difference because he knows now, that without a shadow of doubt, he will do anything and all so that he can to be a part of the baby’s life and yours. “Why’d you leave?” 

“What?” 

“I woke up when you were leaving, you always stayed the night. Hell, sometimes I’d have to fight to get you out of bed. Why’d you leave?” 

“Is this really something we have to talk about right now, Leonard?” 

“If we’re going to be taking care of a child together, we should at least explain why we’re not together if they ask.” 

“I,” you sigh. “Did you honestly see us going anywhere?” 

He jerks his head back at the question. “What?” 

“Did you see us becoming a couple? Because you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship!” 

“When!?” 

“You-” You sigh through your nose. “You never took me to meet your friends and pilot buddies-” 

“Because they would ask you a lot of questions, sometimes not the most appropriate and I wanted to prevent you from that uncomfortable situation.” 

You furrow your brows. “Why didn’t you tell me that?” 

“I-” He can’t find the words.

“I felt like a secret, Leo. Like you didn’t want to be seen with me or maybe… you were ashamed of me.” 

“No! God, no. I- you really felt that way? I wanted to keep you to myself for a little longer before one of them found out.” His hand is hot and sweaty as it rests against your cheek. “Is that the reason you left?” 

“That and the fact that you were talking about going out with this girl and how you wanted to finally ask her out.” 

He blinks owlishly at you. “Where’d you hear that?” 

“A couple of days before the whole,” you wave your hand around. “You know. I overheard you talking to someone, and I thought you wanted to end things so I… I left.” 

“You’re gonna feel really stupid when I tell you I was talking to my buddy about you.” 

“What?” 

“I was trying to figure out when to ask you and then I decided the next morning would be good because we could go out for breakfast but when I woke up, I was alone.” 

“You weren’t going to break up with me?” 

“No.” He shakes his head, “never.” 

“You were gonna ask me out?” 

“I am.” 

“You are… wait- you are?” 

He takes your hands in his. “I am. Will you officially be the one I can call mine?” 

“How can I say no when you say it like that?” You pull one of your hands out of his grasp, wiping away the tears that trickle down your cheeks. 

He stands tall on his knees, leaning in. 

You move your head closer to his, staring into his eyes. 

Neither of you can stand it anymore and pull the other in for a long-awaited kiss, the kind to take your breath away. You’re the first to pull away. “Charls is gonna be happy.” 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” 

“She’s gonna get ten bucks.” You notice the raised brow and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “Don’t ask.” 

He doesn’t, opting to kiss you instead. “I’m gonna finish the crib then we’ll watch a movie?” 

You nod, pecking his lips, the happy smile never leaving either of your lips.

 -

Charlotte walks through the door, closing it without looking into the living room. “How’d it go? Was I right?” She walks closer and finds the two of you on the couch, him nestled between your legs resting his head beside your belly, the back of his head resting against the couch. “I knew it.” 

You shush her, “we’re watching a movie.” 

“You’re the only one who’s awake.” 

“Fine, I’m watching a movie so please shut thy mouth.” 

“I love it when you get annoyed and use your Shakespeare era words on me.” 

You scoff and shove her arm. 

“I’m making dinner. Is he staying?” 

You look down at the sleeping blond and turn back to her. “I don’t think he’s ever leaving.” 

She nods. “I expect him to pay rent and help me spoil your Christmas baby.” 

“Charlotte!” 

She shushes you, “he’s sleeping.” 

“Char-” 

“Sleeping!” 

You shake your head and continue watching the movie.

Continue: Part II

[bearsinpotatosacks]

The Top Gun guys singing Greased Lighting on the aircraft carrier

[bradsthorn]

SFW Alphabet - Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2119

Note: I know his name is technically Henry Ruth, but I refuse to recognize him as anything but Leonard Wolfe.

a - asking ( who’s the first person to confess and how does it happen ? ) 

Leonard accidentally confesses. it’s not that he doesn’t want you to know but it just sort of slipped out. He was watching you while you conversed with Maverick and he heard your laugh and it just happened. And then he immediately was stuttering — a rare occurrence for him— over words to ask you on a date. 

b - butterflies ( how they act when they get nervous ) 

He plays with his fingers. or he’ll twirl his hat around in his hands. He has to have something in his hands to fiddle with. Sometimes he barely speaks above a whisper and his accent is a lot more prominent. 

c- cuddles (What is their favorite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

He enjoys being the big spoon if that’s what gives you comfort. That’s all he cares about at the end of the day. Whatever makes his partner happy is what he likes. Although, after particularly rough days of training or work in general, he wants to be the little spoon. 

He *loves* physical touch, he always has a hand on you if possible. He likes the way that you ground him, and if he’s honest he just really likes to show others you’re his. 

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Leo wants nothing more than to settle down, besides being a naval aviator there was nothing he wanted more than to have a family. He loves helping around the house, and although he hates doing dishes and laundry, he’ll do it if it’s your least favorite too, and really he’ll do any of the chores you don’t want to do. It’s just the ranch boy in him, everyone has to do their part to make sure it all runs smoothly – even if there’s no ranch.

he‘s known to wake you up gently before going to work, he just wants to be able to tell you goodbye. So there’s always a forehead kiss and tucking you back in before he leaves. And its almost routine that when he gets home from work the first thing he does is find you so he can hug you and give you a hello kiss and then it’s off to shower for him – he started skipping them at the base most days, simply because he misses you. 

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

Leo wants nothing more than for you to succeed. He’ll take on all of the household things if they’re interfering with your goals. You’ve supported him through his, no matter what, and he wants to make sure you feel equally able to achieve all that you’ve wanted. 

f- favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

He adores your ability to talk (and listen) to those who approach you. He thinks that speaks volumes about who you are as a person. He adores your smile and he’ll do absolutely anything to make sure he gets to see it every day. 

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

Leo is a jokester. It’s something he does well, and he’s known to make witty remarks in your ear when possible. He just wants to hear you laugh. Every time he does, his body feels with pride. 

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

Honesty is the best policy. That’s what his mama used to tell him and still does. He typically does his best to tell you the whole truth and nothing but the truth, unless it would upset or worry you. Leo makes sure that he still tells the truth, but if there were things left out? You’re none the wiser. 

i- impression (What was their first impression of you? Was it positive or negative?)

He thought you hung the moon. The first time he saw you he knew he was in trouble, there was no denying the gravitational pull you had on him. He was drawn to you and he knew at that moment at the O Club that his heart was off the market. And that was before he had even spoken to you. Once he spoke to you? The cowboy was long gone, lost in your eyes and the way your face lit up when he responded to you. 

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

He tries his best to not be, but sometimes that green monster creeps up in his stomach if someone gets too close or touches you. But, he looks good in green and he knows it. When it gets too much, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him – but he doesn’t end whatever conversation you’re having unless the other person has pushed it too far. 

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

Leo adores kissing you. Anywhere he’s able to kiss, he is. His favorite places would have to be your cheeks, neck, forehead, nose, wrists, and knuckles. BUT, nothing is as nice as being able to kiss you on the lips. He typically likes to give you soft pecks and keeps doing it until you’re laughing. He really will kiss you all the time if he was able to. But, since he can’t, he keeps it to a minimum in public but once you’re home? It’s every time he’s in the same room as you. 

l- love language (What's their love language?)

Physical Touch and quality time. He loves being able to feel you, it lets him know you’re safe and with him. It’s grounding for him and keeps his nerves down. With his job, he’s away a lot and he feels guilty for being that way. Even if you tell him its all okay and that you don’t mind, he still feels bad. So, anytime he’s stateside he likes to be able to just relax with you. Every time he gets back from a deployment or training, he needs at least a whole day where it’s just you two. 

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

He knew it from the second he talked to you for the first time. Call him cheesy but it was really love at first sight. Of course, there’s always the fear that he’ll leave you all alone one day, but he’d rather have been your husband than just your boyfriend. He grew up in a household with two parents who were madly in love and that’s something he aspired to have. 

He proposes, with his mom’s ring. It’s tradition and truly, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Most likely he gets too excited to actually get to the big plan he had for how he was going to do it, and he ends up proposing at home, with just the two of you after dinner ( which he cooked ), while you’re laying on his chest, and he’s just filled with so much love and admiration for you that it slips out. Much like how he admitted his feelings for you years before. 

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

He calls you darlin’, sunshine, my love, sunflower, and of course baby, babe, and doll. 

You call him cowboy, flyboy, wolfie, baby, babe, and Leo. 

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

He’s an open book. Leo does not hide a single thing about his childhood and past from you. 

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

PDA is no rarity for you two. He loves people knowing you’re his, he’s so proud that you wanted him. He brags about you to anyone that’ll listen. Leo is incredibly proud of you and he always will be. He just wants everyone else to know how amazing you are and that you’re smart, kind, and perfect. 

q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes to cook with you, and lay around with you. He enjoys the mornings when he doesn’t have to get up for work early and neither do you; so you’re able to lie in bed and just talk as long as you can. He just loves to listen to you and play with your fingers. He finds peace and safety with you. 

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

He’s a hopeless romantic, something he picked up from watching his parents. He’ll tell you how he feels about you all of the time and brings home little things that reminded him of you. He’ll bring your favorite flowers or snacks home at least once a week. He also leaves little love notes throughout your house for you to find. 

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

He is very protective of you.  Leo knows you can hold your own, but sometimes he steps in. Especially if someone cannot get the hint. There’s typically a hand of his to be found on your waist, back, or in your pocket. 

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

Being rude to people for no reason. Sure, sometimes it can be warranted, but to be rude to a waitress, waiter, or worker? Leo won’t stand for that. He also hates if someone is rude to his friends to make too many jokes that it gets to the point that the person isn’t joking around but being mean. 

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

He does his best to sympathize. If Leo is anything it’s a good listener, he knows whatit’ss like to have people wave you off or not want to listen. He would never want you to feel as if he doesn’t care or isn’t listening. Even if he doesn’t understand what you’re ranting about, he will be the most attentive person. 

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

The no judgment from either of you. He values the fact that your relationship is so open and that you both can say whatever you feel about something and if there is a problem, you’re both willing to talk to solve it. 

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

He loves when you steal any of his clothes. It makes him happy to see you lounging around in his shirts, sweatshirts, whatever. His absolute favorite is one of his Longhorn hoodies or a navy sweatshirt. Sometimes he even lays out shirts for you in case you want/need one. He keeps a polaroid of the two of you on his person at all times, one in his wallet and one inflight suit. 

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

He can read you as easily as a picture book. If there is something Leonard Wolfe has down pat? It’s you. And he prides himself on knowing every tell no matter how small it may be. 

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn't with them?)

Leo is a clingy guy, truth be told. But, he’s also used to being away. He does have to combat some of the dread of being away and not being able to hold you on tough days. So, as usual, he keeps polaroids of you with him at all times, and his bunk has pictures of you scattered around. He even found a place that made custom dog tags and had some made with your name on them to keep in his bunk. He stole a blanket from home that he had sprayed the fragrance you used the most on it to sleep with. 

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

He tried to go slow, he really did. But Leo just loves(d) you so much that he couldn’t wait. He felt the need to give you his last name, or hyphenate his own almost immediately and really no one blamed him. How could they? He is in the military.

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[kcsplace]

[topgun-imagines]

Will You Be There To Hold Me? [Part One]

Requested: no

Summary: a night out at the bar causes you to go home with Iceman. Something about the situation simply doesn’t sit well with Wolfman.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst. Drinking. Smut, not that bad but still there.

Pairings: Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe x Neven!reader. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Neven!reader

Unsurprisingly, the O club was packed full of people. Seeing that it was Friday night, everyone in Fighter Town had come out to the bar to begin their weekend. You were standing at the bar top, leaning against it while you chatted with your brother and his RIO. Hollywood was filling you in on something that they had done in training that day when a blond across the bar caught your eye. Unbeknownst to you, Wolfman followed your gaze, grimacing when he saw one of his other classmates.

Iceman was standing on the other side of the bar, aviators on while he sipped on his ice water. Shockingly, there was no random woman clinging to his arm. He could feel someone staring at him and when he turned, he was met with your eyes burning holes into the side of his face. Ice smirked slightly when he noticed you staring, sipping on his water. The pilot slipped off his aviators, showing that he was, in fact, staring at you as well. In a shocking moment of courage, you plucked your drink from the counter before moving over to him.

When you walked away from the two of them, Hollywood and Wolfman were left staring after you. Your brother's words slowly faded out as he realized that you had most likely abandoned them for the night. He wasn’t upset that you were trying to find someone, he just knew that he knew of someone much better for you. And if he had to, Hollywood would wager that you felt the same way for him. When he faced his RIO, he instantly noticed the way Wolfman tried to hide the disappointed look on his face. He had known about his friend's hopeless crush on you for years and while Leo originally thought that your brother was going to kill him, it turned out that Hollywood was quite pleased with the information.

A hand was placed on Leo’s shoulder, pulling him out of his daydream. His pilot gave him a knowing look as he squeezed his shoulder. The both of them knew that Ice wasn’t necessarily a bad person, but seeing you flirt with him sent an uneasy feeling through both of them. Something about the situation simply didn’t sit right with them.

For the rest of the night, they watched as you chatted with Ice. The pilot was flirting with you as well, chuckling quietly at nearly everything you said. This was probably the most that either of them had seen the man smile. Leo could feel a sad smile rising on his face. While he was disappointed that you didn’t seem to feel the same for him, if Ice made you happy, he was happy for you. Just as Hollywood was ordering another beer, they watched you leave the bar with Ice, his hand resting protectively on your back. That seemed to be the final nail in the coffin for Wolfman. There was a lump in his throat as he bid your brother goodbye and paid off his tab.

You were following Ice out to his truck, thanking him when he opened your door for you and helped you into the truck. He got in moments after you before driving away from the bar. The drive to the base housing that he had been assigned was a quick one. You estimated that only seven minutes had passed before you were pulling up to a tiny bungalow. Just like at the bar, Ice moved around the truck to help you out before leading you to his door.

As soon as you were inside his lips were on yours, hands settling on your waist as he pinned you against the wall. You continued on like that for the next few minutes. Your hands eventually tangled in his hair, fingers running through the soft strands. He groaned into your mouth when you tugged on his hair. With his guidance, you stumbled your way to the bedroom. When you reached it, Ice nudged you onto the bed. He fell on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

With a playful smile, he began kissing his way down your body. When he was level with your jeans he glanced up at you, silently asking for permission. At your nod, he unbuttoned the clothing and pulled it down your legs. He continued to pepper light kisses over your thighs before glancing back up at you. “May I?” You nodded once more. Your panties followed your jeans as Ice slipped them down your legs. The pilot began to kiss his way back up your body, eventually pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

Moments later, the room was filled with the sweet sound of your combined moans. His hips rutted against yours, causing soft cries of pleasure to fly from your mouth. That was how the next hour was spent. You had lost count of how many times he had denied your orgasm. Finally, after what felt like forever, Ice fucked into you faster, drawing every wanton moan out of you. You felt your climax build once again, just about to reach the tipping point. As if Ice could sense that you were about to come, he snapped his hips into your harder, thumb moving down to toy with your puffy clit. The coil inside you snapped, causing you to cry out loudly. The pilot's thrusts slowly came to a halt. With one last thrust, he spilled inside the condom.

Ice pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, rolling over beside you as you caught your breath. The condom was removed and tossed into the trash can before he pulled you into him. You began tracing patterns into his firm chest. “Do I leave now?” You questioned quietly. Your eyes were trained on his chest, refusing to meet his. His hand that was resting on your back began to rub up and down, comforting you somewhat.

“Not if you don’t want to.” You hummed quietly in response. Your fingers continued to draw intricate patterns over his left peck, fingers almost dancing over his soft skin. His one hand kept moving across your back as the other moved up to cradle the back of your head. His hand slowly massaged over your scalp causing your eyes to flutter shut. His long, dexterous fingers carded through your sweaty hair. You almost wished that you could stay like this forever, wrapped up in his arms while pretending the world outside didn’t exist.

Instead of moving up and down on your back, his hand began to circle around it. The soothing combination of his hand on your back and the one in your hair made you extremely sleepy. Eventually, the hand that was on his chest stilled, resting over the warmth of his beating heart. “Sleep, baby,” He murmured lowly in your ear. “I’ll see you in the morning.” With one last chaste kiss to your forehead, your eyes drifted shut. You eventually fell asleep, the soothing feel of Ice’s heartbeat mixed with his intoxicating smell lulled you to sleep within minutes. If only you knew what would happen in the morning.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Part two should be up soon. Requests are open.