#iceman x ofc

[ohtobemare]

Abstracts, Part 3 • Iceman x OFC

Summary: He’s pretty sure she could tell him anything and he’d still listen, a fact he isn’t sure he should be as comfortable with as he is. 

Length: ~3k

Pairings: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x OFC

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cancer/tracheotomy, age gap, religious undertones.

Part 2

There’s really only a handful of moments in his life he can remember being truly, and utterly breathless, and each one of them he usually can remember in vivid detail. So much detail, in fact, that somewhere buried in his mountains of art, he’s attempted to convey some of those euphoric moments through varying medias of artistry—sketches, acrylics. Abstracts and pop art. Welding. 

Significant moments demand the significant graces art can give. All too quickly as Theo bids them good evening, Tom slips around his desk to escort the glorious piece of art that’s graced his office out the door. Kicking it back lightly with the heel of his foot, he arcs his arm wide to allow her exit first, her smile nearly glinting at him as she sashays into the hallway in a breath of curl, skirt, and perfume. 

Pulling the office door closed, Tom checks her approaching a piece hanging in the corridor from the corner of his eye. It’s a small, seemingly insignificant canvas he’d happened upon via a trip to Sante Fe last summer—done by a senior at the local highschool. 

 She’d been selling her work to raise money for her grandmother’s medical bills, and like the effort of every true artist, had painted a series intended to sell. Her grandmother had loved the series, and had explained that she’d pleaded with her granddaughter to keep them. Standing beneath the sun licking at the rocks of Sante Fe, he’d been moved. Grieved, really. 

No one could be so moved by the girl’s vision as her own grandmother, that was evident. She was obviously destined to have the series. They weren’t expensive, but there was potential for them to be— Ice had not only paid well and beyond the price for the series, but he’d sent them home with the grandmother. Loaded them in his rental and bussed the pair of them home. 

Spending the day having lunch and organizing the canvases about the grandmother’s small home, Ice had been so impressed with the girl’s demeanor and her artistic eye that he’d commissioned three smaller works from her, flown her to the studio, and put her—and her artwork—on display for all of San Diego. 

His favorite of the three hung in his office, the other two, in this corridor. 

As beautiful as the canvases are, he can’t quite bring himself to admire them—instead, he’s magnetized to her. The way her hair seems to flow and curl without really moving at all. How the graceful tilt of her head seems to consider the world, and not just a canvas hanging from a nail in the wall. She seems to glow, even in the dim lights of the studio, in ways not at all unlike a chiaroscuro of shadow and light—like memories spinning in and out of focus. 

He’ll never forget her eyes, even if he can’t fully recall the features of her face, and the way they seemed to pierce his soul like the tip of a dagger. Her hand had fit perfectly into his, like it was created for him. He’d honed into her smile and he’d lost any and all sense of reason and time, like staring into the sun. 

Tom didn’t remember a time ever feeling quite so impacted by the opposite sex. Still, he could feel the freight train she’d hit him with still trying to break through his ribcage. Sure, women had come and gone throughout his life, his career. The uniform always won them over. The money, the power—he’d had his fair share of flings, of romantic endeavors. He was a lover more than he was a fighter in relationships, strange as the concept for an admiral would seem, and had loved and lost each and every one of them. 

He hadn’t really been inclined to love and lose again. Hadn’t felt worthy. Ready. Or maybe it was subliminally fear of rejection, of incompatibility with the direction his life had chosen. Communication was the lifeblood of any relationship—how did a man whose primary mode of communication had been ripped from him navigate the highs and lows of human relationship? It was arduous enough without this cruel twist of reality. 

And now, with this God-forsaken hole in his windpipe—how….is this even desirable? Is this something his confidence can overcome, others can see beyond? Everyone and anyone in his life after the surgery first saw the tube, and then the man. It dictated everything—how he slept, how he moved; what he ate, how he communicated—thus, it would follow him, and everyone else in his life, like a close shadow. A veil—a shroud. 

How he would ever be seen first as Tom Kazansky again, not this damn trach, was one of those “God’s ways are higher than ours” moments. Slowly–painfully slowly he’d started to come to terms with this. It wasn’t easy. It ate away at everything like cancer (a thought that is hilarious) and was a thief–it robbed so much more than health. Strength. It robbed hope. 

Once he’d been a bronze idol of power, sex, glory. A lifetime of honing his body for the female gaze, for perfection. He wasn’t shy about it—he was full of himself. He knew he looked good and reveled in it, utilized it as a weapon. 

Which, looking back over the grand game of life, with that always-coveted twenty-twenty vision,was wrong. Probably prompted this turn of events. Vain to a fault, certainly, but not for a lack of effort–he hadn’t hated seeing his own appearance, and women hadn’t either. 

They’d flocked to him, and a small, shallow part of himself had always taken some pleasure in it. Once. 

A poison of its own, really. Venom that seeps deep into the core and separates the blood of humility and character. The character of “Iceman” had become an idol of its own, in a sense—an idol that had lifted him from the dust of which he’d been formed, to put it biblically. After a stellar career, all the recognition a man could ever desire, women at his disposal—it had come crashing down. Oh so swiftly, with one simple word. 

Tom, if he was able, could chuckle at the irony. A lifetime of building himself up for one moment to tear it to shreds. The Psalmist is right in his Proverbs recollection—beauty is fleeting. So much of his life had been wasted chasing beautiful, shallow, hollow things. None of it could save him, help him, or comfort him. Foolish, foolish—had he always been so stupid? 

He chooses not to think about it. 

Instead, he puts these things into more important aspects of his current state of affairs. There are more pertinent things, things that don’t require so much flawed effort. Why think about things he already knows when there is so much left that he doesn’t? The art universe and all its wonders has so much to offer, so many minds to shape. 

So much hope. Art had saved him. Resurrected him and given him a second chance. Much like God Himself had destroyed the world in Genesis for a new slate to begin again with the righteous found in the universe, so had he been given new life. God had created again, and so must he. 

“This is beautiful,” 

Tom immediately ushered to the sound of her voice, his feet carrying him down the corridor to her nearly of their own mind. She gestures to the canvas with a finger, before she presses it over her lips in a look of contemplation, head still canted to the side as she studies. He smiles at her concentration, is mesmerized by the way her lashes fan the cream-like skin beneath her eyes every time she blinks. 

Quickly he forgets the mechanics of his breathing and has to rally, glancing down at his feet. Boiling beneath the ascott, he gently takes a finger and pulls at the material of the scarf, but it does little good—it’s not the temperature of the room that’s searing him. It’s heat from his core, from the very center of him, that responds to her. He could reach out and touch her, if he wanted—he’s forgotten what her hand feels like and he can think of nothing, suddenly, that’s more tragic than this fact. 

He nods once, smiling softly as she looks back to him. “It isn’t signed?” He shakes his head, no. It’s not. Not visibly, anyway—it’s signed in other ways. In his memories, his heart. Brow falling into a wrinkle, she angles back to view it again. 

“Anyone I know?” 

He shrugs again. Probably not. Realizing he’s forgotten a pen, he lets the question hang there between them, his coy smile the only form of answer he’s willing to give for a few heartbeats. However, she does look genuinely puzzled by the lack of information, so Ice reaches for the Sharpie behind his ear, uncaps it, and realizing he’s forgotten paper, instead takes to the back of his hand. In thick, bold strokes, he recaps the marker, sticks it back behind his ear, and lits his hand into her line of sight. 

Does it really matter? 

She blinks, once. He watches her bristle—the question has surprised her. Using only her sparkling eyes, she looks from the question painted on his hand to his face. For a second, the blankness on her face worries him that she’s missed the point of the question, the entire concept—but after a few heartbeats, a few pulses of blood that seem to sing in his ears, her lips slowly curl upward in a smile. 

Sapphire eyes glinting jovially, her nose wrinkles and she bites her bottom lip, bobbing on her feet a second. 

“Not really, huh?” Shaking her head a little, her curls move in a way that is nearly hypnotic and levels him, “I suppose that’s kinda the point of the art, isn’t it? Doesn’t matter where it comes from, only that it exists and means something,” turning from the canvas, she moves to step behind him, arms crossed over her chest as she studies the floor beneath them for a moment, “I’ve studied your work for a long time, Admiral, and—”

Triggered to a stop when he waves his hand in front of his throat in the no-go signal, her brow wrinkles in a puzzled way as she bats aside a few strands of curl, eyes tracking him for clarity. Taking the writing utensil from behind his ear again, he adds another note to match the first, in bolder, capitalized strokes. Her eyes track the letters, and she nods once, understanding.

“Tom. Okay,” she smiles. “A good salt of the earth name you’ve got there, Tom.” She makes a point to emphasize his first name, “But Kazansky—is that Russian?” 

It shouldn’t sound as lovely as it does from her, but, he’s fairly certain nobody has managed to say his name so wonderfully. Putting a hand to her breast she introduces herself, and Tom can kinesthetically feel the vault of his memory capture the syllables and consonants, the phonetics of it in the back of his brain. He’s pretty sure he’ll never be able to let it go. 

 Without asking she falls into step beside him as they take the corridor in a few strides, and her arm casually loops through his as if she’s known him longer than the five seconds he’s known her name. He doesn’t mind—actually, his entire frame lights up like a control panel, and for a second he redlines, feeling how astronomically perfect the weight of her arms feels in the crook of his. This isn’t the first time he’s walked like this with women, but it feels like it is. 

Or maybe it’s the only time he’s ever done so that actually matters. 

She chatters on about everything and nothing with quick, staccato tones, and he isn’t even trying to really discern or process anything she’s saying—he just wants her to speak. To fill up the quiet, empty space with words and the way she giggles when she says something funny; how her tone fluctuates when she impersonates someone he isn’t likely to ever know. Her voice is loud, clear, present—it rings in a way that, to the everyday world, would be perhaps crude. But to a man who can only ever hope to speak so pointedly again, it is magical. 

 As he listens to the flow, bend, and curve of every word, he’s fairly sure she has no idea that he can’t stop looking at her, and hasn’t, as they make their way around the canvas of walls in his studio. Her profile is captivating, he seems to have emblazoned the shape of her nose and the swell of her orbital bone in the back of memory as she gestures and makes commentary. 

By traditional standards, she isn’t beautiful. Actually, by most standards of society she’s well in the territory of “simply pretty” or even “cute,” but neither term seems to encapsulate the soul pouring into the room before him at dizzying, mach speeds. Once, Iceman may never have even noticed her—she’d be another body, another female in the sea of faces that made up his former life. To his horror and shame, he may not have even given her a passing glance, or even a chance to exchange words, and what a travesty that would be. 

Lighting up the room, shattering the lines of his small corner of the universe into oblivion, she is nearly glowing. She isn’t from California—if he hadn’t caught her sharing that, her accent and the way her forehead seems to perpetually glisten with the ocean humidity, even in this air conditioned space, is evidence enough. She’s from the midwest, far inland, where “the only things considered art is the growing stalk of corn or maybe the dancing cut of wheat, should you get to see it” which means rural, wide-open country. Land that breathes and moves and churns with the slow art of growing life—where the pulse of the concrete is instead in the earth, where the endless sky meets the horizon. 

He hasn’t spent time in the grainbelts of this country, and by the short description she offers, he suddenly wishes he understood and knew everything she means. The desert, be it California, Nevada; Sante Fe or Arizona, is his home. Ocean has become a constant companion, from his youth on Honolulu or his career in the Pacific Fleet. He perhaps couldn’t grow a weed if he’d been asked, but suddenly, the expanse of earth and the promise of a harvest is all too appealing. 

A void which her life offers suddenly opens in him, and he isn’t sure why. 

“Tom?” 

He’s zoned out and realizes it, his gaze snapping up to her only when he registers his name and the light clap of her hand on his arm. Blinking, the corner of his mouth lifts a little and he dips his head to her, features slightly pulling into an apologetic wrinkle that says he’s missed the question and is sorry for it. 

Gesturing to her, he mouths Sorry, and rolls his eyes. Grinning at him a little, she nods her understanding, before gesturing to the art table in the center of the room, brow lifting a little as if she’s seeking permission to approach it. Angling to glance at it over his shoulder, he nods—feels palpable grief when her arm slips from his as she approaches the space. 

 “About this art I’m looking for,” she says a little stronger to fill the distance between them, and he’s prompted to weave a slow, contemplative path toward her to the other side of the table. Picking up a stained, hard brush, she smooths her hand over it, and only her eyes lift to consider him gently taking to the stool behind him, “I was wondering if you’d be interested in taking it on for me.” 

Surprised, his brow pops. Oh? 

She gets his meaning, her face suddenly flushing with a hue of pink that is nothing short of delightful. “Yes, actually. This space in Nashville is tragically blessed with the most beautiful walls, and they are in desperate need of art. Art that matters, that will be seen and speak to folks. I’m not looking to spend a lot, but I want pieces that have meaning, and that is something you specialize in––something I’ve been following since I first saw you online.” 

She’s known who he is for awhile, then. Smile growing, he has felt no greater joy in spades than he does now at the idea of her following him around the internet. Tracing the front of his teeth with his tongue, a stab of pride hits him between the ribs. 

“’m willing to pay a fair price,” she adds, her gaze dropping back to the brush. Setting it down, her hands hit the table and she leans over it a little, brow raising in a matter adjacent to negotiation, “or maybe do some trading, if you’re into that kind of thing.” 

What she has to trade interests him greatly, though in honesty, he does need currency. It isn’t off the table. Tom is fairly certain that this short time in her glory, he’d given her blood if that was what was required of him. He can’t say that, however—that’s not appropriate, but it’s how he feels. Filing it away for later, he nods his consent to understanding. 

Reaching forward, he taps the table once with his finger, then turns his hand over to rest it palm-up on the cool steel. Waving his fingers in a gimme gesture, he winks at her, and relishes in the way her smile grows as his brows wag, telling. 

Tell me more, he mouths, rapping his knuckles on the table. 

He’s pretty sure she could tell him anything and he’d still listen, a fact he isn’t sure he should be as comfortable with as he is. 

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MASTERLIST: O-Z by agendabymooner

LINK TO MASTERLIST: A-N F1 DRIVERS by agendabymooner

LINK TO SOMETHING SINFUL (SMUT) MASTERLIST by agendabymooner (MINORS DNI)

note: part two of my masterlist!

legends/genre:

a = angst g = general fic hc = hurt/comfort h = humour

s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff

★ - newly added ♡ - favourite piece

esteban ocon (eo31)

the royal wildcard, smau: the british media's good at getting the juiciest details of gossip from the palace, but much to their dismay, princess albertine spencer followed the footsteps of her brother harry and had done an amazing job at hiding her marriage with a certain alpine driver for three months. (f, g, h)

the royal resemblance, smau: albertine ocon lived to give her estranged family something to talk about because of her physical appearance that could be confused with her mother's ghost. too bad, ditty ocon was born into the world with the same heart attack-inducing features.

ditty and estie greet the world, fic: diana 'ditty' ocon looked so much like her namesake but act more like her father with her shyness.

pato o'ward (po29)

caught 'em lacking, smau: diwa arellano is mclaren f1's social media admin. so what if her constant teasing of oscar bites her in the ass and accidentally posts something that could potentially compromise her job? meanwhile, lando and oscar laugh at her demise while pato finds it endearing.

sergio perez (sp11)

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

oscar piastri (op81)

lomi and the piastri fiasco (filo!gen z!ofc)

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

live tweets, japan and all that romance fiasco, smau: how oscar's podium win in the japanese gp led to the revelation of his relationship with carlos sainz's in-law, paloma. lesson learned: just call her "pal" then she'll spill the tea for the both of you easily (f, h)

lucky charms, qatar and all that romance fiasco, smau: oscar is quite a forgetful guy, he forgot to mention to carlos, his future in-law, that paloma was his sprint lucky charm. (f)

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco, smau: paloma moved to england a year after enduring a long distance relationship with oscar.

other pieces

12345sex, smau: oscar is secretly freaky and mercury nicoletta had to show him off at some point. ★

kimi raikkonen (kr7)

stop the world i wanna get off with you, smau: vera 'coppa' coppola-raikkonen is the only one who can make the iceman talk a lot. she's also the only one who can make the chatty versions of him as their three older children (romania, rooney and johann-lauri) make their presence known to the racing community. (f, g, h)

someone's dad, socmed snapshot: kimi being the coolest dad, a series. ★

daniel ricciardo (dr3)

rush series (x måneskin member!ofc)

honey (are u coming), smau: how lester alessandro got blocked by daniel ricciardo before meeting him in monza 2021. (h)

own my mind, fic: it took lester almost six italian grand prix races to come across daniel ricciardo once more. sure, she was hesitant to speak to him regardless of the fact that she was his fan but the mclaren driver was certain he’d rather cause a stir in the f1 community with her after his win in monza than celebrate his victory with a lot of people. OR the second close encounter between the two of the most unhinged people of f1. (g, h)

read your diary, smau: it's 2021 and everyone thinks that lester and daniel are dating. lesson learned: never underestimate a fan's investigation skills. (g)

mamma mia, smau: an interview with jimmy fallon gives a brief idea of how lester and daniel came to be. (g)

mamma mia (again), smau: a youtube playlist was created to compile clips of danny talking way too much about his beloved girlfriend (f)

gossip, smau: everyone thinks lester's only here to be a formula one girlfriend with a bad reputation. it's not her fault she's confident. (mc, hc, h)

kool kids, smau: lester and daniel are going to new york to see a musical... while babysitting their "kid" (feat. lando norris) (g, h)

timezone, fic: lester wasn't normally like this, but she's more than willing to pay twice the price just to get to the next flight to where he wanted her: his arms, her home. (hc)

if not for you, smau: messages exchanged between lester and others as she takes care of the wolff children and an ex with the poorest decisions to have existed. (feat. lando norris, max verstappen, charles leclerc and characters from a story) (f, g, h)

baby said, smau: many tweets are posted that they don't often mean. their fans thought that his marriage proposal was one of them. (f, g, h)

supermodel, smau: how not to cry when you're talking about the man who'd give you the wedding that you dreamed of? (f, g, h)

rush series: wedding special

london bridge, smau: the alessandro-ricciardo wedding week is nothing of a peaceful week, and the monday only proved that thought right. (feat. f1 drivers) (f, h) - wedding special 1

fergalicious, smau: the grid singles need to touch some grass… or in lando’s case, go swimming. (feat. f1 drivers) (h) - wedding special 2

l'azienda di famiglia (e le donnole dell'isola), smau + fic: the alessandro family arrived and lando and george found themselves alone with two of the sisters. (feat. lando norris and george russell) (f, g) - wedding special 3 ♡

rush series: mrs. ricciardo special

part of you, smau: mrs. lester ricciardo asks her followers what to get her husband for his 35th birthday. little did danny know, she’s already got one ready to surprise him (f, g)

when emma falls in love, smau: as her pregnancy progressed, lester ricciardo made sure that her sanity wouldn't go the other way as she posted a thread of journal entries talking about her pregnancy. (f, h)

slipping through my fingers, smau: beau ricciardo was his dad's carbon copy and his mom's little heartbreaker.

here comes the sun, smau: despite having a red bull driver dad, beau ricciardo - or "little par" - is converted to tifosi, thank god for his full-italian mother. OR lester ricciardo's one year old son and his chaotic dad attended a måneskin concert when the bassist returned to the stage after almost two years of absence. (f, h)

pocketful of sunshine, scenario: beau ricciardo turned one and what's a good way to show his personality besides from showing it in front of an irwin? ★

other pieces

leaked, smau: daniel ricciardo is a borderline blabbermouth. (filo!ofc)

when danny said, smau: daniel + sadie samuels = it feels just right. (country singer!ofc) ★

george russell (gr63)

his family and her lover, smau: eleanora 'nora' alessandro was more than happy for george's willingness to step up as her children's father regardless of how people poorly reacted on their relationship.

she's magic (youtuber!singer!ofc)

the multifaceted gf and her pets, smau: arabella 'ara' elgin is multitalented and her haters couldn't do much about it as she released a new song about her relationship with george.

carlos sainz jr. (cs55)

two worlds entangling (filipino!ofc)

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated), fic: no matter what cultural context and backstories, magda and carlos' souls were entwined into one all thanks to the languages of love that they shared. OR times when the spanish and filipino defined their love in many languages. (f) ♡

logan sargeant (ls2)

he's her lobster, smau: eugenia 'genie' newton + logan sargeant = mondler (h)

mick schumacher (ms47)

big mick energy series (x filo!ofc)

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try. (feat. arthur leclerc)

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie. ♡

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken, smau: for mick, there are only two words to describe his girlfriend's best friend arthur: a headache. OR arthur leclerc is a third wheel that mick always get on a fight with. thankfully, barbie had fair experiences with boys who are petulant and childish at times (kimi and seb)

barbie and the schuminis

mick multiplied, socmed snapshot: girl dad!mick that's all

the little schuminis, fic: 4 times when mick showed his devotion + 1 time his devotion paid off

lance stroll (ls18)

gotta be you, smau: bora mckinnon made her presence known in the paddock one year after lance broke up with her. now, they're all over the media because of his presence in her three birthday celebrations. the question still stands: are they getting back together?

diors and diecasts, socmed snapshot: lance stroll is sassy but so was his carbon copy. OR according to him, his son was a victim of the only child apocalypse. he also said that while buying his son everything he could get his hands on. ★

yuki tsunoda (yt22)

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

chaos family, socmed snapshot: yuki is a dad to the little mini yukis known as hana and shin.

max verstappen (mv1)

✿ to loathe and to love series - max verstappen x hearth sister!ofc (sylvie ford) ♡

to loathe and to love: extras (x ofc)

lost in japan, smau: just two lost souls (with a tour guide) travelling to japan to make up for the childhood they missed. (f)

the purple chronicle (x ferrari!ofc)

paint him red, smau: alfrieda 'dina' ferrari is the only woman who can mark him as a ferrari fan - and he was quite alright with that.

sebastian vettel (sv5)

sweet rich life series (x filo!socialite!ofc)

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

sweetest spoiled sons, smau: sebastian was a father to not only two- but THREE kids. OR stefan vettel is the newest addition in the vettel household after years of trying and it's safe to say that everyone welcomed this news with open arms. (f)

crazy rich and famous, smau: the vettel couple stepped up to address the scrutiny that their children faced OR sebastian activated his instagram account just so he could show his masterpiece: photographs that he took of his wife for their anniversary.

seb's best girl, scenarios (x daughter!ofc)

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

one, enter barbie: fifteen-year-old barbie blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

two, meeting mick in malaysia: barbie was brought to her first race ever and had met her newest best friends there. it was obvious that she and mick schumacher would get stuck to the hips after their first meeting.

mark webber (mw2)

the problem with following orders, smau: lydia 'liddy' vettel was what everyone considered 'a revenge best served cold.' of course that was a joke, it wasn't entirely either of their fault they were too drawn at each other. (g, h) ♡

toto wolff

✿ colour me your colour series masterlist - toto wolff x hearth sister!ofc (tilly marie hearth) series

colour me your colour: extras (x ofc)

the paddock's resident it girl, smau: besides from owning three of mercedes' competitors in the track and being the mercedes team principal's wife, she's also known as the cool girl of the paddock for her taste in fashion and husband. (f)

the paddock's lucky husband, smau: with him being spoon-fed with love from his children and wife, toto really couldn't ask for more. OR tilly wolff liked to talk about fashion but her family? she might as well write a whole book about them. (f)

the paddock's resident menace and the dame, smau: tilly wolff was presented with a damehood and her daughter tia, the girl who tends to act on her mischievous way (all thanks to toto), celebrated her 7th birthday during the silverstone gp week. fans recall her best moments in sky sports and media overall.

the paddock's iconic team owners, smau: toto and tilly wolff are considered the king and the queen of formula one for a good reason.

the arrow and the bull speared through the hearth, fic: tia wolff learned a lot from her papa and uncle christian, and tilly had to teach them a lesson too. (h)

the paddock's drive to survive, smau: in which, toto's wife tilly became a part of the season six of the netflix series 'drive to survive'. OR everyone believed her to be a part of big controversies in the formula one season of 2023. ★

#tbt, socmed snapshot: too many throwbacks, so little time. ★

many sommers with you (x supermodel!ofc)

twentieth sommer of love, smau: toto wolff celebrated his 20 years of marriage with his childhood friend/wife and their four kids. OR everyone wondered why irish sommer was referred to as 'the bitch of the runway.'

f1 drivers (general / multiple pairing)

✿ 9 to 5 series masterlist - f1 grid x ofc (lester alessandro) ft. fictional wolff kids

too much caring, smau, sv5 + jb22: kpop idol juno was assumed to have cheated on retired driver jenson button with his best mate sebastian vettel. oh how wrong those people were... ★

#formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one smau #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula one fanfiction #formula one au #formula one masterlist #formula 1 masterlist #f1 masterlist #f1 series #formula one series

[bobgasm]

kingpin ⦾ eight

pairing: robert“bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 3263 warnings: pretty mild chap tbh, issues at the casino, digging into emery’s past, meeting with richard, morgan thinks emery is hiding something,

summary: in which emery meets morgan floyd

author’s note: hiatus be damned 😂 i’ve posted two new bob fics and am starting a whole stripper!rhett movement as well. enjoy

seven | kingpin | nine

Bob tapped his fingers on the table as he watched the second hand on the clock slowly tick its way around. He wasn’t surprised that his father had called a meeting, but he was surprised that he’d called it during work hours. It made him antsy having Richard and their closest confidants in the conference room while Emery was next door. She hadn’t been brought up to speed, but most importantly, they weren’t sure if they could trust her yet.

Coyote sat to Bob’s immediate right, as it had been for a long time. His presence always calmed Bob whenever Richard called these meetings. Most of the time they were good and productive, but other times a phone call to Bob for any updates would have sufficed. 

Bob knew what this meeting was about. He was bringing everyone up to speed on Decker’s disappearance. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, sat at the table to Bob’s far left. They had previously served under Richard’s orders, and while the men had grown older and phased out of their roles, they were still Richard’s most loyal men. Everyone else at the table was under Bob’s command, since Richard had been slowly phasing himself out of the business. 

If you asked Bob, he was stalling. He didn’t really want to get out, but Heather had given him an ultimatum. She wanted to retire happily with no more death and bloodshed knocking at their door. She didn’t want to lose her husband before his time, and she’d been patient for years. Waiting for the day their son was old enough to take over, but the day couldn’t come fast enough. Though she hated the idea of her son being the target, Bob thrived in the environment. There had been a steady decline in deaths amongst their men with Bob at the head of the table. 

Reuben “Payback” Fitch flanked Coyote’s right side. He owned a boxing gym not too far away, where Bob liked to spend his early mornings training with Coyote. The men were all close. Young in age and had proven themselves worthy of a seat at the table.

At Bob’s immediate left was Halo, and to her left was the spot typically reserved for Decker. Dominic Decker, who had been their accountant up until recently, but had decided late one night to throw in the towel and retire. Something no one took lightly. 

Even Ice and Mav had understood the process of being phased out. They were still loyal to Richard, but no longer handling a lot of the heavy grunt work, even if Mav would argue to whoever was listening that he was still as fit as the younger guys.

Bob knew the two older men had worked closely with Decker in the past. He also knew that to everyone else present, his seat being empty wasn’t a good sign. Coyote was the only one who officially knew, but had brought Mav and Ice in to try and find him. As soon as Richard arrived to start the meeting, they’d all be brought up to speed.

Bob ground his teeth together as the time displayed his father was now twenty minutes late. Everyone sat in tense silence. He was in half a mind to commandeer the meeting himself, but before he could, Richard entered the room.

He said nothing as he sat, but took a second to nod a ‘hello’ to everyone in the room.

“Where’s Omaha?” Richard asked.

Everyone turned to look at Bob. “Nebraska,” he answered, trying to hide his smirk. “His grandmother isn’t well. I’ll bring him up to speed later.”

Richard grunted. “Very well. Robert?”

“Dominic Decker retired by email almost two weeks ago. Up until then, he was our accountant. Some of you know him better than others.” Bob referred to his men knowing Decker, not Ice or Mav. They knew there was someone well trusted making sure the books were tidy, but other than that, he was faceless to them. Richard and a robert liked to run things differently. “He gave no warning that he wanted to retire, no chance to bring a new accountant in until it was too late. I’ve had to bring someone in who is extremely green to try and keep on top of everything Decker left. It’s too early to tell if she’s someone we can trust, but Coyote is looking into her past. See if there’s anything we can use as leverage.”

Bob nodded at Coyote. “Until I’m satisfied with my results, Bob will be handling any off the book payments personally. Our main priority is to find Decker.”

“Ice and I managed to find that he was heading south and crossed the border into Mexico,” Maverick informed everyone. “He used Richard’s name.”

“Son of a bitch!” Richard erupted, slamming his hand down on the table. “Why am I only being informed of this now?”

“You left me in charge of this,” Bob stated calmly. 

“I told you I wanted updates as soon as you had them!” Richard bellowed. 

Thankfully, no one dared to speak up. Bob stared his father down. “You made the call to let me handle this,” he reminded Richard. “I’m handling this.”

“You’re letting other people handle it for you!” Richard snapped. 

“The more eyes we have trying to find Decker, the better. We don’t have time to waste. Coyote, Maverick and Iceman were acting on my authority. We also have someone tracking his possible movements. Someone Decker has never seen before.”

Bob thought his father was about to blow an aneurysm the way his face reddened. If it was possible, he was sure steam would blow from his ears. “Who?”

“Hangman,” Bob stated. “If Decker’s running from us, we can’t have anyone he knows trying to follow him. Hangman’s the best. He’s already reported that Decker flew out of Mexico using the name Cooper Smith.”

“Where is he now?”

“We believe he’s in Quito, Ecuador,” Coyote replied. “He was seen getting off the plane, but his credit card records show he bought further tickets to Madrid, Dubai and Moscow.”

Richard’s scowl was permanently set on his face, anger blazing in his eyes as he stared at Bob. “Find him and bring him to me.”

Bob had been avoiding the office for most of the day. Since the meeting earlier that morning, he’d tried to keep himself busy with other work. For the most part, it was chasing up overdue invoices on behalf of Emery. Emery, who everyone still believed to be Decker, and Bob intended to keep it that way until the man was found.

Or it had been decided that Emery could be trusted.

Bob hoped that Coyote’s background check proved to be fruitful. He hoped there was something in her past that would make her easy to manipulate to do their bidding. It wasn’t fair, but he was desperate. He needed her brought up to speed sooner rather than later. He needed to make sure everyone was getting paid, not just the legally employed. 

He regretted giving Emery so much free reign, but her credentials meant she knew what she was doing. He had to trust that she would approach him with any queries or concerns, but he hoped like hell there weren’t any. He had left Decker to his own devices for the most part, so God only knows how he organised things. He couldn’t stop the voice in the back of his mind telling him that Emery already knew – that she was smarter than she let on. He had to give her the benefit of the doubt for now. 

At least until Coyote found something they could use against her. 

“What are you doing?” Morgan asked. Bob sighed as he held his phone to his ear, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie. 

He decided he’d fucked around long enough and should show face at the office. Even if there was only Halo and Emery to show face for, he had to do it. His father was still the Don, the boss. Getting reamed in front of everyone for the way he’d chosen to handle a task that Richard had given him wasn’t ideal. It made him look unreliable. He hated looking like a fool, but whenever Richard called a meeting, Bob was an easy scapegoat.

“Paperwork,” Bob replied blandly. “What do you want?”

“Richard wanted me to remind you that he’s taking mom away for their anniversary,” she told him. He sighed once again and ran a hand through his hair. “I know. It’s not a good time, but mom’s been excited for this trip for weeks.”

“I know. Did Richard say where they’re going?” Bob asked. It would be exactly like his father to suggest they go to Ecuador, since his men recently revealed that’s where they think Decker is. 

“The farm,” Morgan replied. 

The farm was a few thousand acres the Floyd family owned in Montana. Bob assumed their mother suggested the farm, since that’s where they got married. If she had it her way, they’d never return to the city. They’d spend the rest of their days growing old and tending to a few cattle. 

“Maybe mom’ll talk some more sense into him about retiring,” Bob mused, reaching for a pen on his desk and twirling it around his fingers. “It’s growing old, having two people in charge. If he doesn’t go peacefully, you know it’ll be a war.”

Morgan hummed her approval. “I think he’ll go once Decker is found,” she admitted. “I think he feels personally slighted by his…retirement.”

Bob laughed at the distaste in her voice. “We all feel personally slighted by his retirement. Add in the fact that he used Richard’s name to cross the border…there’s no telling what he’ll do if I don’t find him first.”

“Where are you on that?”

“I’ll meet you at Feather’s later,” he replied, blowing out a breath. 

“Bring Emery with you. I’d still like to meet her, then we can talk later,” Morgan replied. “I’m heading over to Dice. We have a high roller I need to keep an eye on. Guy seems to keep winning big. Mind sending Coyote over for a bit?”

“I’ll call him now.” Bob wasted no time ending the call and tapping Coyote from his recents. “Morgan needs you at Dice.”

“Everything okay?”

“High roller keeps winning big. Check the footage and suggest a change of deck, dice or staff, but make it seem like it’s her idea.”

“I’m on it,” he replied. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thanks.” A knock at his door prompted him to end the call quickly. “Come in!”

The door cracked open and Bob briefly acknowledged Emery as he tightened his tie again. “Sorry to bother you, Bob,” she apologised.

“No bother,” he assured her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’ve been looking into ways to better secure your current banking system. I need your approval to sign off on a list of approvers for payments. I know it adds an extra step to paying bills, but this way you have an idea of what money is outgoing each week. Right now, it means that I’m loading payments and approving them, which doesn’t fill me with a lot of confidence. I’d feel better if you were the one making the final approvals.”

Bob mulled it over. “What does it entail?”

“You’d need to call the bank and ask for a separate login, as well as request that my login be strictly for loading payments. Once a week, I’d send you a screencap of the payments with a little explanation about what they’re for. It wouldn’t take too long to approve them, depending on how many were sitting there requiring your approval.”

She’d taken a seat by now, one leg crossed neatly over the other. Bob had noticed she’d been in the office a lot more frequently, though he hadn’t felt the need to comment on it. 

“Okay, I think that’s a great idea,” he replied. “Keeps me more informed about our weekly expenses, too. I’ll make the call.”

“Brilliant,” she replied with a smile, relaxing slightly. “That makes me feel better.”

Bob gave her a smile of his own. “Are you free later? Morgan’s still on my ass about meeting you.”

“Do I meet the dress code today?” She asked him, earning a laugh in response. “Yeah, that’s fine. I have time.”

“We’ll head over to Feather’s after work,” he told her. “The girls don’t start until nine. It’s a regular bar until then.” He didn’t know why he felt the need to clarify, but he watched relief flood her features regardless. 

“My sister is going to get a kick out of it when I tell her you’re taking me to a strip club tonight.”

Bob heeded Emery’s advice to contact the bank and go about creating a new login that had to approve the payments. Her suggestion was smart and he wondered if that was common practice. That he’d had too much trust in Decker to ever worry about it before, but then he remembered his father. Richard wasn’t tech savvy at all. Anything that was more effort than a phone call, he was clueless about. Still, it would’ve been a good safety measure to have in place no matter how much trust Richard had in Decker.

It was shortly after five when Bob offered to drive Emery to Feathers, but she politely declined. 

“I don’t want to have to detour back here to pick my car up when we’ve finished,” she explained. “I’ll meet you there?”

Bob smiled in response, agreeing to meet her there before he headed out. Making the twenty minute drive to Feathers, but traffic saw him arrive at 6:15. He parked his car in the lot and waited at the entrance for Emery, who pulled in a short while later. He held the door open for her before leading her through the club, towards a booth that Morgan occupied as her makeshift office. 

Morgan greeted them both with a smile. “Hi, I’m Morgan, it’s great to finally meet you.”

Emery shook the hand Morgan outstretched towards her and gave her a smile of her own. “I’m Emery, and likewise.”

“Bob, you mind getting us some drinks? What do you want, Emery?” Morgan asked, gesturing for Emery to take a seat. She did hesitantly while letting her eyes flit between the Floyd siblings. 

“Oh, um, I’ll have a sprite,” she told him. 

Bob nodded, turning on his heel to grab it for her. Making himself comfortable behind the bar and pouring himself a whiskey on the rocks, making a vodka soda for Morgan and a simple sprite for Emery. Popping straws in the tall glasses before carrying them back to the table. He took a seat beside Morgan. 

“How’re you settling in?” Morgan asked. Bob was curious to know, too. 

Emery played with the straw in her drink. “Yeah, good, thank you,” she replied politely. “It’s a lot of work to comb through and familiarise myself with again, but I think I’m doing alright.”

“Have you found a place here yet?” Was Morgan’s follow-up question. 

“My sister and I have agreed on a place,” Emery said. 

“Penny’s been helping them,” Bob told Morgan. He wasn’t sure if he’d mentioned it yet, but he knew his sister would appreciate the reminder. 

“She’s great, isn’t she?” Morgan gushed. “She helped me find the location for Feathers a few years back.”

“Yeah.”

Morgan shared a look with Bob who merely sipped his whiskey as the two women talked. Emery wasn’t very forthcoming with information, and whether that was because her boss was sitting next to her or she was more reserved, Bob didn’t know. What he did know, however, was that Morgan was persistent. She had her own unique way of making people talk. 

When Bob had similar issues, he tended to use his fists. 

“What’s your sister’s name?” Morgan continued her interrogation. 

Emery sipped her drink before setting it back on the coaster. “Natasha. Nat.”

“How old is she? Do you have any more siblings?”

“Twenty eight,” Emery replied. “No, just Nat.”

“What about your parents? What do they do?” Morgan tried again. 

Bob watched Emery close herself off. She sat up a little straighter, a hand grabbing for the opposite arm. She pressed her lips together in a thin line, eyes focused on the condensation running down the glass in front of her. 

“My mom’s a waitress,” she revealed. “Never knew my father.”

“Do you see your mom often?” Bob asked. 

Emery nodded. “I try to.”

“That’s good. Family’s important,” Bob said, casting a sideways look at Morgan. “Unless your name is Morgan Floyd.”

Morgan wasted no time hitting Bob’s shoulder. He barely flinched, but the interaction made Emery smile. She relaxed a little, enough to let go of her arm. 

“Excuse my brother,” Morgan told her. “I’d say you get used to him, but you don’t really.”

Emery gave a small laugh and reached for her drink. “Spoken like an older sibling.”

Bob chuckled. “Not wrong there.”

Morgan steered the conversation back to Emery. She asked a few more personal things, like where she went to school, how old she was and the like. Bob was surprised to learn she was 24, but that she had paid her way through college at the University of Southern California. He’d known that from her interview, but hearing it again didn’t hurt. It solidified that she was driven, like she’d said. 

Emery kept things brief. Once she’d finished her drink and spent enough time with Morgan, she made the call to leave. She still had a long drive home, so Morgan bade her farewell and Bob walked her out to her car. 

“Sorry about her, I didn’t think she’d pry as much as she did, otherwise I would’ve given you warning,” Bob apologised. 

“I get it. I’m a new face in your family’s business. She’s trying to build a rapport.” Emery clicked the button on her fob to unlock her car. “You didn’t have to walk me out just so you could apologise on her behalf.”

“The bouncers don’t arrive until eight, when the dancers start arriving,” Bob explained. “There’s some people in the world who’d want to hurt you because they felt like you owed them something. Being a woman in a parking lot of a strip club would’ve been like an open invitation to try something. Goodnight, Ms Young. Drive safe.”

She thanked him, briefly pausing to give him one last look of appreciation before getting into her car. Bob waited until she’d driven off to enter the club and join his sister again.

“She seems nice, albeit reserved,” Morgan said. 

Bob nodded in agreement. “Add in the fact that I asked her to meet my sister at a strip club.” He ran his hand over his face. “Probably thinks we’ve got some kind of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ thing going on.”

Morgan barked out a laugh. “Of course you’d be concerned with the pretty young accountant thinking that. You’re an idiot. I assume Coyote’s running a background check on her?”

“You assume correct,” Bob replied, signaling the bartender for another whiskey. “How’d things go at Dice earlier?”

“Guy paid off the dealer. Split the winnings 50/50. Coyote took care of it.”

Bob nodded. “Good.”

“Keep an eye on her.” So they’re back to Emery, Bob thought. “She’s hiding something.”

“We’ve all got secrets,” Bob reminded her. “Bet the skeletons in my closet are worse than the ones in hers.”

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x ofc #robert bob floyd x ofc #bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd x oc #bob floyd fanfic #bob floyd fanfiction #robert bob floyd fanfic #mob!au #mob!bob floyd

[thestarlightforge]

I haven’t been paying close attention to comics this summer, and I just learned about Fall of X.

SO many mixed feelings.

Ofc they brought Kamala back. We all knew they would, from the moment she died—MCU synergy, she’s a mutant(ish) now.

Call me horrible—but my first thought was that finally, Wanda’s not the killer of all mutants anymore. She just got done fixing resurrection. And finally, Charles has to face his hubris.

Second, though—there’s no way it’s permanent. Not just because 250,000 mutants died, including Jean, whose whole thing is resurrection.

But also, because Prodigy, Iceman, Mystique and presumably Destiny are all “dead.”

That’s not just bury one gay. That’s half the Pride issue, every single year.

And finally, third—Wanda’s family is safe. For ONCE. 😂 Tommy was off-world with Billy. Wanda’s “technically not a mutant anymore,” and neither is Pietro. Viv is a synthezoid, and so is Vision.

B/c Steve Orlando is my hero. 😂

Could Agatha’s weirdness in Amazing Spider-Man annual (2023) be prepping to bring them all back? Did Erik die for the second time this year? Is it possible the portals themselves weren’t meat-grinders, but rather scattering people across the multiverse? Could Orlando be setting the Maximoffs up to save everyone? Will they finally have to trust Wanda?

I don’t love that Tommy has even more trauma, and the sheer number of dead queer characters makes me nervous. But damn. The MU is changing.

Edit: Linking this response—more clarification/discussion :)

#fall of x #x men #hellfire gala #x men spoilers #charles xavier #professor x #bury your gays #Steve Orlando #tommy shepherd #Tommy maximoff #prodigy #david alleyne #thinkfast #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel pride #lgbtqia #young avengers #wandavision #billy kaplan #billy maximoff #kamala khan #amazing spider man #agatha harkness

[persephone11110]

kissing you during life and death

tom kazansky x reader

tw:sad w/happy ending, death, alzheimers diease, curse words

summary : her entire career she’s beaten death like no other, but this time around she can’t.

callsign:blackbird(reader likes to toe the line between life and death) ofc name: demetria kazansky

—

San Francisco CA, 09/09/89

“Oh geez just fucking kiss already” slider yelled across the bar at the two pilots. you looked back at your friend giving him the bird, Iceman gently grabbed your head making your lips crash together with his.

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach, you Demetria Knight are kissing the Iceman. you’ve never felt this before in your entire life , kissing him felt life ending in a good way.

Till this day 30 plus years later kisssing your husband gave you life every fucking time.

When the doctor told Tom you had alzheimers, never in million years did he think his wife Blackbird could die by a diease, unlike this time a kiss wasn’t going to solve the heartache you both felt.

Telling the kids, something was wrong with their mother who’s beaten death over a thousands of time felt like hell. One of the few things you could remember was your son TJ sobbing aganist your chest begging you to tell him that the doctors wrong about the diagnosis. Lizzie laid her head on top of her father’s shoulder , weeping . Hearing the sobs of her children almost made her break apart even more than already had.

Surely right, you were only 58 years old, lived a somewhat healthy life. So why is death knocking on your door tonight?

You, Demetria Rose Kazansky have a date with death a person your very familiar with. Unlike the other times you and him talked , this time he told you werent making out alive this time.

You felt your life crashing down into pieces, you couldn’t remember a time you and death talked and he didn’t spare you.

You stood shell shock , staring at a painting of you and Tom both in your naval dress blues holding hands. There a detail you remembered by heart, you and Tom were equals in your marriage, you wanted to follow stereotypes and take pictures in a dress, Tom wasn’t having it and told you,“we both protect and serve , we both wear the uniform”.

You wanted to be Demetria Kazanksy again.

Ever day Alzheimers won aganist your brain making you forget about important and simple things.

The biggest thing you forgot was about Carole Bradshaw’s death, in your mind the woman was alive and healthy.

You and Carole talked for awhile she told you about how her and Goose were doing.

Walking in on this Tom felt his heart be repeatedly shattered with pain. Here’s his wife deteriorating and losing against death and their nothing he can to do stop it.

—-

Carole visited you again but this time you could feel the looming sadness coming off her.

“sweetie come with me when your ready” she told you grabbing your hands with tears sliding down her face. Before you could ask her what she meant she was gone back into the light.

The diease won in the end , you and Tom were in bed with your head against his chest.

“I love you the most”

“I love you til death do us apart” you whispered so softly as your voice lacked its usual base from all the crying you did earlier.

He kissed you one more time, your chest was taking awhile to go up and down,you and Tom both knew was this meant.

You never questioned Tom’s love for you, tonight he needed for you to remember this.

“I love you my darlin” he switched from being behind you to being next to you, gazing into your dark eyes.

Your dark eyes shut with one more final look at the man you loved with your entire heart.

Tom stood infront of a podium in his dress blues, talking to crowd of people at your funeral about you. Talking about how much he loved you was easiest task in the world, letting you go may never happen.

You walked across the aisle of people in uniform and people in black. You caught the sight of your granddaughter Rosie sobbing alongside her uncle and mother.

The look of Ron Kerner and Pete Mitchell crying made you take a double glance.

You walked towards your husband Tom touching his cheek lightly, kissing him on the side of his face.

He looked to the side“she’s right here with us in life and death. The tiniest tear fell down his face, he could’ve sworn he felt a kiss against his cheek.

“i’m ready Carole”, she wiped a tear from your face , wrapping her arms around your shoulder.

#top gun #tom kazansky #tom kazansky x reader

[scottsumrners]

I will never get over the fact that Firestar won over Monet when Firestar's claim of fame was that Emma killed her fucking horse and being replaced by Johnny Storm on the Spider-Man/Iceman threesome.

lmfao did i not tell you that firestar was gonna win? she is the only one who's even slightly well-known outside of x-men circles, by virtue of being in new warriors. ofc she was gonna win lol

[sungbeam]

OML BEAM!! U DID IT!! U TOLD ME MY BIASES' POWERS 🫠🫠 this is so exciting i literally LOVE the fact that u associated josh w/ iceman & made hansol SO op 😭 i love the contrast between his personality & his power b/c u know he won't try to do anything like evil HAHAH & as for joshua, he just seems like such classic x-man (???) LIKE it just makes so much sense for him to be iceman i think it fits him well (also apparently iceman is practically immortal?? LIKEEEE if u break him in his ice form, he can just... control the molecules and put himself back together?? HUMPTY DUMPTY COULD ONLY DREAM!)

& IF U LIKE MATT IN SHE-HULK, THEN UR GONNA LOVE HIM IN HIS SHOW!! he has this sorta old uniform before the iconic red one and he looks so... MWAH 🥰!! it's like a black skin tight outfit & a mask over his eyes and *sighs dreamily*, matt murdock 💗💗 it's definitely darker than she-hulk, but i think it's worth the watch!!

speaking of darker shows, ur definitely right about tfatws! it was leaning more towards serious social commentary in some episodes & THAT john walker scene freaked me out 🫣 i think ur right, they weren't really friends in the beginning! so glad it developed & they got closer 🥹🥹 and i'm also 99.9% sure they WERE FIGHTING FOR CAP'S ATTENTION, but honestly if i were them? i would too b/c LOOK AT HIM 👀👀👀

I ADMIT. I WOULD STAY UP LATE TO READ DRUIG FICS... and i still do!!! but who's gonna stop me? not him 😌 everything about him just SCREAMS dream man & i searched for fics as soon as i stepped out of that theater 🫡

I DID !! I DID IT (^_-)-☆ yes omg im so glad u agree w me, im glad we can both see joshie as iceman 😼😼😼 NO BUT THATS SO INSANE OF HIM THAT HES PRACTICALLY IMMORTAL LIKE THATS SO OP !!!! classic, but still powerful asf we love to see it (HELPP HUMPTY DUMPTY CAN ONLY DREAM BAHAHAHHA THATS SO FUNNY OML—) yeah i was going thru the list of mutants and trying to see what fit vernon the best and i thought ,, why not make him super duper powerful 🤩🤩🤩 our king of low-key is now a dimension-maker and manipulator !! lol it's so funny thinking abt how i paired maknae line 😭😭😭 it's hard to explain but it's just so funny to me when i look back at my notes akcnsknc

OMG I THINK IK WHAT SUIT UR TALKING ABT THAT *IS* SUPER DREAMY UR SO RIGHT XNONIE !!!!! also he did the flippin walk of shame that was hilarious to me like plsss 💀💀💀 mans is so self confident that his walk of shame isn't even of shame skxnkwjc but yuh he can come back and take *me* out for dinner whenever he wants :D

the John Walker Scene™ scared me half to death skxkdbdkd but I also kind of lived for that kind of energy from marvel, like it was kind of a shock obviously but it was a good (?) shock?? dunno how to explain it, but it was like how multiverse of madness was a much darker tone than i anticipated as well !!! like there's something abt dark mcu films/shows that really pull me in yk? the mcu always nails humor, but being dark?? SHIVERS. (i think my mouth was open for like the rest of the night after i watched the infamous episode lol like,,, THAT BTCH STAINED AND CORRUPTED THE SHIELD TF)

i have only one thing to say abt capt america and that is ass 😔✨

AHAHHAHA I TRIED HOLDING OUT FOR A LITTLE I THINK BUT EVENTUALLY GAVE IN, BUT R WE SURPRISED?? ofc not (^_-)-☆ i think it was only inevitable tbh like that scene with him in his little community in the forest and he's fighting the deviants and he's in that gray tank top @_@ i mean COME. ON. ur just ASKING for a flood of thirst posts after that move—

#sungbeam strikes again #xnonie 💥 #mayhaps i will just full on include my notes for the mutants fic next time 😭😭

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days of CHRIS-mas Masterlist

My Masterlist for the WIYPT 25 Days of CHRIS-mas Interactive Advent Calendar

Drabbles/One Shots listed below cut.

Day 1: Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie) x Reader- Suck Me Under The Mistletoe

Day 2: Kyle (Perfect Score) x Reader- Your Presents Is Requested

Day 3: Ryan Ackerman (Cellular) x Reader- Here’s To You, Mrs Robinson

Day 4: Bryce Langley (Fierce People) x Reader- Mince High

Day 5: Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four) x Reader- Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Day 6: Syd (London) x Reader- Home For Christmas

Day 7: James Mace (Sunshine) x Reader- Second Star To The Right

Day 8: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries) x Reader- These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things

Day 9: Paul Diskant (Street Kings) x Reader (Rock N Roll People Universe)- RnR Ch13: Disco Santa Dance

Day 10: Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)x Reader- Rewrite The Stars

Day 11: Nick Gant (Push)x Reader- It Works

Day 12: Jake Jensen (The Losers) x OFC Stella Stevenson (Too Loose And You’ll Lose It Universe)- Stelly Christmas

Day 13: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim vs The World)- Why Wouldn’t You Be?

Day 14: Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice) x Reader (from Sunny Side Up)- Dreaming Of A Weiss Christmas

Day 15: Steve Rogers (Cap) x OFC Katie Stark (Stark Spangled Universe)- Run Run Rogers

Day 16: Colin Shea (What’s Your Number) x Reader (from Witchful Thinking)- Gingerbread Whorehouse

Day 17: Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)- Frostbite

Day 18: Curtis Everett (Snow Piercer)- Oh, Christmas Tree

Day 19: Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)- Christmas In New York

Day 20: Me (Playing It Cool)- Christmas In July

Day 21: Frank Adler (Gifted)- The Night Before Christmas

Day 22: Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)- A Wonderful Life

Day 23: Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out) -Dick-ins

Day 24: Andy Barber (Defending Jacob) x Reader (Consciousness Of Guilt Universe) - Spotted Dick

Day 25: Chris Evans (RPF) x Reader- A CHRIS-mas Carol Past/ Present/ Future

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #chris evans character #chris evans

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

✨Tam's Masterlist✨

This is a strictly 18+ blog! - Minors Do Not Interact! -

Please be aware of the fact that I vastly indulge in writing dark!smut that's stuffed to the brim with various kinks, drug issues and violence at times. Browse this blog with care if any of that upsets you!

I have nothing against a good heap of heartwarming, fuzzy fluff from time to time, but when it comes to fanfiction I like to go crazy, because it's fiction.

With that in mind, I'd also like to point out that I do NOT support any kind of the dark themes, that I'm tackling, in real life just because I write about them. So please, please refrain yourself from coming at me. If my writing is not up your alley that's perfectly fine and I'll suggest you just move on.

- My stories/fanfics will NEVER contain any form of animal cruelty or inappropriate interactions with minors -

On that notion, here's what I won't write about:

- Snuff Porn, Necrophilia, Incest -

If you want to join in on the Taglist feel free to drop me a message or ask!

Messages, asks and prompts are always welcome! But please be considerate and polite! 🖤

A03

Character written for so far:

Animal Kingdom:

Craig Cody

Deran Cody

Berry "Baz" Cody

MCU:

James Buchanan Barnes/TWS

Loki Laufeyson

The Moon Knight Boys

Others:

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy - The Iceman

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy

Sheriff Lee Bodecker - TDATT

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune (2021)

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home

Kappa - Black Mirror 6

Roman Roy - Succession

Samuel Lafferty - Under The Banner Of Heaven

Elijah Kamski - Detroit: Become Human

Simon Walker - Hollyoaks

Edward "Ned" Low - Black Sails

Masterlist-Navigation:

Animal Kingdom:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Behind The Fence - Female!OFC x Craig Cody [A lot of smut, Kinky issues, some violence, 18+!] (aka my Animal Kingdom thirst party 😏)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 / Part 3.2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 / Part 7.2 / Part 7.3

Part 8 / Part 8.2

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 / Part 12.2

Part 13

Animal Kingdom Off-Story One-Shots:

One - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

A Little Reward - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

The Two Of You - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Numb - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Please Don't Say That You Love Me - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Forbidden Thoughts - Female!OFC × Craig Cody

In Waves - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Smoke On The Water- Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Moonlight - Female!OFC x Baz Blackwell / Michael Corvin (totally lost my chill)

Viking - Craig Cody x fem!Reader (Smut 18+, Shower Sex)

Nomis - Night Hunter:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Cinnamon | A Night Hunter Story - Walter Marshall × Fran Carters (OFC) [ Angst, Fluff, Trauma Talk... you get the overall mood ]

Chapter 1 - Denial

Chapter 2 - Anger

Walter Marshall One-Shots:

The Sweater Thief - Walter Marshall x Reader [ fluffy Walter Marshall HC ]

Drunk Decisions - Walter Marshall x Reader [fluffy Walter Marshall HC]

Stairway To Heaven - Walter Marshall × Reader [loss of a pet, angst, hurt/comfort]

August Walker:

A Little Nap - Daddy!August x Reader [fluff]

One Of Those Days - Daddy!August x Reader [angsty fluff]

Spill The Drink - Daddy!August × Reader [mental illness, comforting daddy talk]

They Won't Know - August Walker × Reader [soft!smut, HC no one ever asked for]

A Love Letter From August x August Walker × Reader [Me sending in a fun ask]

Listen And Obey - Daddy!August x Reader [dirty, dirty smut (18+!), denial, male dom]

Not Enough - Daddy!August x little!Reader [angsty drabble, DDlg themed]

Not Enough Pt. 2 - Daddy!August × little!Reader [a bit angsty, August being August, tho]

Whole Lotta Love - August x Reader [Reader is having a little fun on a mission]

Geralt of Rivia:

The Monster They Wanted Him To Be - feral!Geralt x Reader [implied NonCon, primal hunter/prey, 18+!]

Steve Rogers:

Movie Night - Steve Rogers x Reader [SMUT, Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Movie Night II - Steve Rogers x Reader [More SmUt, More Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Paint It Red - nomad!Steve x Reader [Dark!, 18+!, blood play, self harm issues]

My Bucky List:

He Even Came With Instructions- The Winter Soldier x Dark!Female!Mob!Reader [Dark!Smut, DubCon/NonCon, FemDom]

Sleepless - Bucky Barnes × Reader [Smut, somnophilia, thigh riding, 18+!]

The Thing With Cats And Water - Bratty!Bucky Barnes x Reader [ Smutty Fluff 18+!, a bit of Mommy Kink, implied further smut ]

Lock And Key - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader [BDSM Fluff, 18!+]

Atonement - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader (Smut 18+!, spit kink, implied further smut)

Can't Run, Can't Hide - stalker!Bucky x Reader [gets gradually darker, 18+!]

Sleaze Dog - Rockstar!Bucky × Reader [18!+, alcohol abuse, angst]

Hold Me Close - sub!Bucky × dom!Reader [a lot of angst, non-sexual BDSM, choking]

His Asset:

His Asset- Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [very dark smut, 18+!, a fic straight out of hell]

His Asset Part 2 - Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [it's getting even darker, 18+!, force-feeding, very dark thoughts]

Moon Knight:

The Vegan In A Steakhouse - sub!Steven Grant × fem!Reader [public smut 18+!, gentle femdom, Steve being the puppy that he is]

Blood In The Sand - Marc Spector x mercenary!fem!Reader [desert porn 18+!, oral, mutual touching]

Te Amo- Jake Lockley × Sex Worker!Fem!Reader [implied smut 18+!, very angsty]

A Night At The Museum - Steven Grant x fem!Reader [teeth-rotting fluff]

Once Upon A December × Marc Spector / Steven Grant × fem!Reader [18+!, major hurt/comfort, angsty af]

Tears Of Love - Steven Grant × fem!Reader [just some comforting fluff]

The Wrath Of Set - Jake Lockley × fem!Reader [pitch black smut, 18+!, knife play]

Sheriff Lee Bodecker:

White Cotton - Daddy!Lee x Little!Reader [DDlg Smut 18+!, Daddy Kink, Oral, Pillow Riding]

Loki Laufeyson:

Fimbulvetr - Loki x Fem!Reader [substance abuse, self harm, 18+!]

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy

Dirty Thoughts - Mr. Freezy x Reader [Filth, foul language, 18+!]

Sons of Anarchy:

Over And Over - Jax Teller x Reader [angsty, 18+!, pillow talk]

Others:

Odi Et Amo - Jacques LeGris x fem!Rader

What We Do In The Shadows Headcanon

WWDITS!Show-Characters x Reader [Just a conversation getting out of hand]

Dune

Blood, Sugar and Spice - Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader [A big pile of smut 18+!, period sex, oral, feral Duke Leto]

Stranger Things

Master Of Puppets - bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Friends To Lovers, Romantic Porn With Plot 18+!)

The Bear

Heard, Chef! - Carmen Berzatto × fem!Reader (jealous smut, 18+!, a bit angsty)

Succession

The Cage - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Puppy Play, Straight Filth, Mommy Kink, 18+!)

Insomnia - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Soft Smut, Nipple Play, 18+!)

Detroit: Become Human

Golden Cage - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP 18+!, Emotional Abuse, Mind Games)

Sunlight - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP, 18+!, Soft, Oral, Edging)

Ctrl + Shift + L - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Online Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour)

Watch Me, Touch Me - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Voyeurism, Overstimulation)

Hollyoaks:

Call Me When You're Sober - Simon Walker x afab!Reader (Smut, Angst Gallore, 18+!)

Resident Evil: Village:

Hangover Cure - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Intoxication Kink, Daddy Kink, 18+!)

I Am Machine - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Piercing Play, Angst, Smut, 18+!)

Olive - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Blowjob, Dom/Sub, Aftercare)

Black Sails:

The Candlemaker - Edward "Ned" Low x afab!Reader (Dead Dove 18+!)

Rory Culkin Characters:

Masterlist

#masterlist #animal kingdom tnt #animal kingdom #craig cody #marvel mcu #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #steve rogers #henry cavill #august walker #walter marshall #geralt of rivia #robert pronge #mr freezy #jax teller #what we do in the shadows #night hunter #duke leto atreides #moon knight #steven grant #dune 2021 #jake lockley #marc spector #loki #stranger things #eddie munson #rory culkin #gabriel 2014 #black mirror 6 #kappa

[ohtobemare]

Abstracts, Part 1 • Iceman X OFC

Summary: It's been six months since the beginning of the end of his life. But, while Tom Kazansky still lives, parts of him have already died. And, he's made his peace with that. Maybe. Partially. But then she arrives, one glorious day in May, and reminds him that even dead things can, in fact, be brought back to life.

Length: ~1700 words

Pairings: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x OFC

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cancer/tracheotomy, age gap, religious undertones

There's little a man can do when he's handed his death sentence.

Written in hardly-legible cursive, which is then subsequently punched into one of seemingly endless computers that make up the world. That singular computer will digest that singular information, spin it endlessly in its trove of hardware and software as if it doesn't contain information that will, very literally, conclude the end of your life.

It will sit in the cold, unfeeling dungeon of cyberspace, existing as little more than just data. Attached to just another patient record. A record that is faceless, void of emotion, and by all sense of the word, unliving.

Until someone else assigns that record and its subsequent numbers a name. A date and location of birth—demographics that begin to paint the picture of someone who, subsequently, is very much alive and feeling.

A few keystrokes tell the cold and void machine now containing the end of your life to deposit everything that's been discussed on printed paper. Paper that an administrative professional, who has sense changed shifts since the arrival of this dreadful news, hands you with the softest, most sympathetic look a stranger could offer another face which adds to the sea of those she will see over the course of eight hours.

"We'll call you to confirm the appointment," is all she says, handing over the paperwork. "Oncology will leave a message if they can't reach you."

And that's it. Left to face the cold and rigid lines of the world beyond this haven, which has suddenly and unexpectedly become an Eden of safety and promise, the paper is little more than a detail in what has become the last chapter of his life.

At least, that's what he thinks. What he feels. And if not for feeling?

He may as well already be dead.

XxxX

"...we're looking at complete loss of speech, Tom. Tracheotomy is the only light we have at the end of this tunnel. Communication will be difficult, but not entirely impossible. You'll have to adapt—"

The memory of the words rings cold and sharp against the cavity of Admiral Tom Kazansky's chest as he tracks the numbers on the calendar hanging in front of him. It's been six months. Six months to the day since his diagnosis, since the beginning of the end of his living days.

He's not dead, of course. Not yet. Remission means something to the people on the other end of this disease, on the statistical side of cancer. Usually, the words "in remission" were a lifeline to the dying—a weapon against death standing at the door. Chased into the wings, thousands of people continued living with remission forever the adjective before their name.

But just because his body isn't dead doesn't mean a part of him is still living. Iceman still draws breath, his heart still beats a little stronger every day he wakes up and pulls himself out of bed. But a larger part of him–the blissfully ignorant parts—aren't the same. They flatlined the day his doctor had scheduled him for an appointment with oncology, when in reality, he'd simply come in for a wellness check.

The anniversary date, circled in vermilion marker, glares back at him. A spot on his record of life. He doesn't remember writing it, of course—Ice doesn't remember a lot of things these days. But, it's handwriting that can only belong to him. He doesn't remember writing it, no, but he knows his own handwriting.

SIX MONTHS is circled so boldly, so determinedly, that he can only feel distraught that the Tom who had sat down to mark this date half a year ago had been so doomsday. So apocalyptic. His six-months-ago self had been hopeless, drowning in anger and fear and confusion— marking out a date on a calendar had been poignant, important enough to warrant capital letters and the importance of a red Sharpie marker.

The corner of his mouth ticks up as he stares at the date.

Six months is a long damn time. He remembers the days that he could blink and half a year had already happened—but not anymore. Six months was unfathomable to those who watched the sands in their hourglass pass through the needle's eye. When he'd schedule this date, six months had felt fleeting. Like a drop in the bucket.

But the reality is this—six months is six months.

He shakes his head and pulls his eyes off the calendar, instead dropping them to the desk before him. Pristine, everything is as it should be, including a marker that is sure to be identical to the one he's already recognized for a good ten minutes on the calendar. Grabbing it, he snaps the cap off, discards it, and spins the marker through his fingers, its sharp, acidic scent as familiar as it probably had been six months ago.

Smirking, he takes the Sharpie and scrawls REMISSION through the bold, printed letters of May, which really don't deserve the wrath of his scrawl. Satisfied that this month this year will forever be marked with his victory, he recaps the marker and sticks it behind his ear. It looks good. Poignant.

It's all anyone who glances at the calendar will ever notice. Akimbo before the calendar, arms crossed over his chest, he smiles at the feeling lighting up every vein in his body. There's still a dull ache behind his ribs, this damn tube is still sensitive and raw at home in his throat, but there is something new—something he hasn't felt in a long damn time.

"Ice? You here?"

The voice calling to him from beyond the office is familiar—it's one of his students. Moving from the calendar to exit the office, he emerges from the small space and into the air of the studio, which is suddenly far more alive with the rush of lights and movement than it was when he'd slipped in here a few hours ago.

Kneading life into his hands, he approaches the young man unloading his backpack on one of the sculpture tables. Theo is one of the most gifted sculptors in the country, at least in his own opinion—he's been coming to the studio since he'd opened it. From Charlotte attending UCLA, Theo runs the floor when other matters demand his attention—other matters that pull him from his grotto, his place of healing.

Tom claps a hand on his shoulder, offering him a full smile. "Here early, aren't ya?" Theo teases him, offering his hand. Ice shakes it, like always, and shrugs a shoulder. "Figures. You're basically a vampire, you know that?"

His face twists into an amused wrinkle, prompting a grin from Theo. "Is there anything shipping out today?" There isn't, but, before he can offer a response Theo is backpedaling away from the table, thumbing over his shoulder, "I'm gonna make coffee. I'm dragging ass this morning, T."

Rolling his eyes, this kid doesn't even have an idea of what dragging ass actually means. There's little more privilege than spending your day tucked away in the confines of inspiration and peace, able to work for yourself and accomplish something as holy and serendipitous as art, and that's all Theo and others like him know.

Coming here, spending their days immersed in the lifeblood of culture and society—once, it had been nothing but a hope for him. A desire, a dream. One that was born after he started chasing sky and fulfilling his life's mission of flying for the United States. That had been manifested in his soul at birth, thanks to his father, but—-art. God, art. It had been in his veins, living against his heart, for thirty years.

It had only taken this damn disease—the end of his career—to recognize that heartbeat. And perhaps a small part of Tom Kazansky should be grateful that he's survived this, even without a voice. Because without this, art may never have found him. May never had revived him from the flatline his life had become.

Maybe he's a little grateful. Or stupid.

Either is a distinct possibility, these days.

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[samthemarvelfan]

Goodbyes: Chapter Seven

Summary: Ella Monroe is the Avengers newest recruit, handpicked by Steve Rogers himself. Indebted to him for reasons unknown, Cap pairs her up with Bucky Barnes. He is tasked with training her to relearn and hone the skills that have long since rusted. Bucky is cold and distant, and Ella can’t seem to break through the wall he’s built up for decades. He sees something in her though, and it scares him to death. Has the fate of these two strangers been sealed? …or will they always be longing…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC, feat Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: DARKER THEMES AHEAD. Angst, Bucky is a dick, mutual pining, self sabotage, PTSD, Fluff! Mentions of Panic attacks, flashbacks, and vomiting Def not following a specific MCU canon or timeline.

A/N: WOW! I am so grateful for all the love! Thank you so much @captain-rogers-beard for taking the time to not only read, but enjoy and reblog my work! i am honored! Please enjoy this hastily written chapter. (life is hard, but i love yall so much(

Taglist:@iheartsebastianstan @jjlizz @stuckysbabe @sk493494 @lefoutoir @nickangel13 @marvelismysafezone @lilulo-12 @heartofagamotto​  (strikethrough means the tag didn’t work! I’m sorry! Tags are OPEN!)

Bucky should have kissed her.

When he woke up, it was the only thing on his mind. He would do just about anything to turn the clock back, so he could grab her face in his hands and feel her pillowy lips against his.

Just imagining it sent a familiar heat to Bucky’s lower abdomen.

“Hey Iceman, what’s up?” Sam said as he entered the training room.

Bucky looked up, shaken out of his daydream, “Hey Sam, hows it going?”

Sam feigned a look of shock, “Wow you’re in a good mood this mornin’! Any particular reason why? Hm?”

Bucky smiled to himself as he moved equipment to make space, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Sam laughed, “Whatever you say, just tell me one thing—y’all fuck yet or what?”

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, “What?”

“You and Ella. Did you guy fuck yet?”

His causal tone threw Bucky for a loop. Bucky swallowed hard and shook his head, “Sam it’s not..I don’t...I’m just—“

“See that’s your problem right there,” Sam interjected, “you don’t know what the hell you want with that girl, but you know you want her. I’ve seen you guys in a room together, the sexual tension is off the charts.”

Bucky laid mats down in the center of the room, “Sam, she’s just a—“

“A recruit. Yeah I know, but if you think for one second I believe that’s all you see her as then Iceman, I got some baaaad news for you.”

Sam took a sip from his water bottle, taking in Bucky’s expression. He looked happy on the surface, but Sam saw the dissatisfaction wading underneath.

“Bucky,” Sam called. He only ever used his name when he was serious. “Why are you so hard on that girl? It’s so obvious you two are crazy about one another. Why are you pushing her away?”

Bucky looked up to Sam, and simply shook his head. “I’m not good. For her or anybody else...but especially her.”

Sam look at him confused, “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

Bucky sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Don’t you think I would love to be a guy who could have a girl like that on my arm without worrying I might kill her? That I could take her out somewhere and not have this constant paranoia hanging over my head like a guillotine ready to drop at any second?”

Bucky hadn’t said these thoughts out loud to anyone, not even Steve. “Sam she’s...she’s everything I want but can never have. I gotta keep my distance, but she makes it impossible. I’m mean to her, downright cruel, and boy, does she give it back to me...” Bucky smiled and let out a chuckle at the thought.

“But she’s kind. She’s so sweet and genuine and I-I’m a time bomb. Ella...she’s been through hell and back. I don’t want her to have to go through anything like that again.”

Sam stood in front of his friend, seeing the pain in his eyes. He sighed taking a step toward Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Does she make you happy?”

Bucky looked up confused, “Did you not just hear m—“

“Does. She. Make. You. Happy?” Sam repeated.

Bucky nodded slowly, “She makes me feel alive again. After feeling nothing for almost a century.”

Sam nodded to himself. “If I were you Barnes? I wouldn’t push away my chance at happiness. Who knows? You might be her chance too.”

You look through the doors to the training room and see Sam with Bucky.

Is he passing me off to Sam again? You think.

You take a deep breath and push the door open. They stop their conversation and Sam turns to you.

“What’s up, Punchline? How you doin’?” He asks happily.

You can’t help but smile, his grin is infectious. “Hey Sam, you joining in on the fun today?” You ask, hoping for a regretful answer.

Sam shakes his head, “No, apparently Barnes wants you all to himself. Isn’t that right, Iceman?”

You look to Bucky whose gaze is unwavering, “Ella needs an actual trainer, not a comedian with a whistle.” He jests.

Sam’s jaw drops open slightly and you let out a small giggle.

“Alright, alright. I see when I’m not wanted. Catch ya later, Punchline. And Barnes, I’ll see you in hell.” He flips Bucky off on his way out the door, and you can’t help but laugh.

A few moment pass as a comfortable silence falls over the room. You try not too, but you can’t help but remember the last time you were here. When you were alone with Sergeant Barnes, and what happened.

When he almost killed you.

He noticed the sudden discomfort in your eyes. “Hi, Els.” His smooth, honey voice calls to you; drawing you in.

“Hey, Sarge.” You reply kindly.

He steps forward, testing the waters. “Bucky.” He says.

You look at him confused. “What?”

“Bucky. Use my name. Please.” He says quietly.

“But I thought—“

“I like your voice. The way you say my name...I like it.” His boldness takes you by surprise, but nonetheless you smile.

A small nod, “Bucky.” You say happily.

He smiles back, a real genuine smile. One of the first you think you’ve seen from him.

“Where’s your sling, Doll?” He asks concerned.

“Oh,” you say baring your bandage covered shoulder to him. “When I woke up this morning, my shoulder was...I don’t know. It feels...different? The wound itself still hurts but somehow, it feels healed.”

Bucky’s brow furrows, “Can I?” He gestured to the bandage, and you nod.

He gently sweeps your hair behind your shoulder, rubbing circles on the exposed skin.

When he pulls back the bandage he can’t help but be a little curious.

“Have you ever been injured like this before?” He asks, replacing the bandage.

You shake your head. “No, when I was...where I was, they were very careful not to hurt me this bad.”

“Why’s that?” He asked.

You smile sadly, “Can’t use a punching bag with a hole in it, can you?”

A flash of anger dances in Bucky’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Doll.”

You shrug, “I can’t change the past, no point in living in it.” You push the flashbacks out as they threaten your mind once again. You’re not going to ruin this. Not this time.

Bucky strokes your arm a few times, before his hand grasps at yours loosely. “When HYDRA had you, Steve said they experimented on you?”

He asks like he’s afraid of both your reaction and your answer.

You nod. “Yeah. They injected me with so many solutions and serums. I have no idea what any of it was or did.”

Bucky smiled softly and gently thumbed your knuckles. “Well whatever it was, one of them must have helped you with healing. Steve and I share that trait too. Cuts heal in hours, fractures and breaks in a few days.”

You nod thoughtfully to yourself. “Huh, finally a perk from those assholes.”

He dropped your hand softly, “We’re gonna take it easy still...I don’t wanna push you too hard.”

A laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“What?” Bucky asks curiously.

“Who are you and what have you done with the real Sergeant Barnes?” You ask sarcastically.

Without missing a beat, Bucky steps into you, cupping your cheek with his hand. The pad of his thumb is swept over your cheekbone tenderly, prickling your skin with goosebumps.

“I’m trying to be me. The real me. We got off to a terrible start and that’s my fault. I’m sorry.” His voice is so genuine and honest, it takes you by surprise.

“You like keeping me on my toes, huh?” You ask.

He nods fondly, “I could say the same about you, ya k now.”

Silence crept into the room, blanketing the air you shared with him. Suddenly, you can’t help but look to his lips.

It would be so easy to kiss him, too easy. You look down to Bucky’s feet hoping to shake the eagerness from your bones, but it doesn’t help.

“Look at me, Els...” he coaxes you.

You catch his gaze again, and your breathing hitches in your chest.

“I’m gonna earn your trust, Doll. I promise.” Bucky whispers.

Before you had the chance to reply, a chime echoed in the room.

“Excuse me, Sergeant Barnes you’re needed urgently in briefing room C.” FRIDAY’s accent called out.

He looked confused for a moment, “On whose order?”

“Mr. Stark’s.” It was a simple reply, but a telling one nonetheless.

Bucky looked at you quickly, “Let’s go.”

On your way back to the compound, you couldn’t help the nervous feeling in your stomach. Since Tony retired, he never helped out for missions. He came in a few times a month to check on the property and get debriefings from the staff, but his main job was being a Dad.

That’s why when you heard it was him calling for Bucky, you knew something was up.

“What do you think it is?” You asked Bucky, shoving your hands deep in your pockets.

The elevator doors opened and Bucky ushered you out, placing his hand on the small of your back.

“Not sure, but if Tony’s involved it can’t be good.”

As you approached the room, you saw Cap, Bruce, Sam and Wanda at the table, Tony heading the meeting.

You slowed, allowing Bucky to walk ahead of you.

“Come on, Doll.” He said matter-of-factly.

You shook your head, “They didn’t ask for me.”

Bucky chuckled, “Just come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. 

The room got instantly quiet. “Look who decided to join us...” Sam jested.

“Hey, Buck.” Steve said kindly.

You sat in the chair by the door, ready to leave if you were asked too. Why should you be here? You’re not an Avenger—or whatever these guys are called now.

“We all know why we’re here. They’re back. This time it seems like for good.” Tony spoke.

He pressed a button on the console, projecting a hologram above the table.

It showed an aerial image of some kind of camp, though fortress would probably be the better word. You stared at the image, when your stomach suddenly dropped. Your skin prickling and clammy before you had time to think.

“Where is this?” Wanda asked.

“Romania.” You whispered.

All eyes were suddenly on you. “Ella? You know this place?” Steve asked.

You nodded subtly, “Y-yeah. I—excuse me.”

Feet carrying you faster than your body wanted, you ran from the conference room. Opting for the stairs instead of the elevator, you run down the several flights to the living quarters.

Luckily, you made it to your bathroom before you were sick. Unable to stop the dry heaving and shaking, you knew there was no point. You’d successfully avoided the flashbacks for over a year, stealing your mind had become second nature, but this...this was too much.

The light headed feeling over took you as you laid in your bed. You desperately drank water, hoping to calm your nerves, but nothing was helping. This was a panic attack, one of the worst you could remember.

“Ella? Ella open up.” Steve’s voice was outside your room, muffled by the door.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move.

“FRIDAY?” You heard him ask. The A.I. didn’t respond, she simply unlocked the door.

You were in the fetal position now, hugging the pillow desperately to your chest.

“Ella.” He said, moving his hand to stroke your back. His touch elicited a fight or flight response you’d been denying for months. You instinctively began kicking and punching him.

“No! No! Don’t take me! Don’t touch me! Stop!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Steve wasn’t there. You were suddenly back in Romania, in the cell you’d been kept in. The faceless men of your mind were there, touching you. Stabbing you. Hurting you.

“Ella no! Please it’s me, it’s Steve. You gotta fight it, Ella.” He tried you comfort you. “You’re safe, Ella, I promise you’re safe!”

Without warning, the faceless men vanished. Revealing a panicked Steve, sat just inches from you on your bed.

Oxygen filled your lungs once again, as you began to come down from your panic attack.

“Steve?” You question.

He nodded, stroking your hair. “It’s me. You’re safe. It’s me.” He pulled you in for a hug.

You blinked the tears out of your eyes, “Oh my God. Steve, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking embarrassed.”

He shook it head, “Stop that. Stop that right now, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I didn’t know you’d be coming in with Buck, I wouldn’t have let them show that had I known...”

“No, I can’t be put in this bubble and hidden away my whole life! It’s not your fault, it just took me off guard, I haven’t seen that place...thought about it in so long I just...” your voice drifted off as you wiped your eyes.

The camp was where you’d been held--where you’d been taken from your family and hidden away all those years ago.

It took a while, but you’d calmed down. People kept coming to check on you, but Cap would kindly move them along, giving you the space you so desperately needed.

It seemed everyone had come to see you, except one person. The one person you actually wanted to see.

“Cap? Where’s Bucky?” You ask innocently

Steve sighed, “Bucky’s been sent ahead of the rest of us.”

Your eyes widened, “Sent? Sent where? Not Romania. Steve he can’t do this alone he can’t, they’ll—“

“We’re headed there tonight. In just a few hours in fact.” He replied, cutting you off.

You stood from your bed grabbing your pistol from the night stand. “Let’s go now, he needs backup.” You’re desperately trying to hide the panic in your voice.

“Ella no, we’re going. You’re not ready for this.” Steve stood from you bed as well, what does he mean not ready?

“Steve I can’t just sit here and—“

“You can and you will. That’s an order, Ella. It’s clear you need more time to heal, both mentally and physically.” Steve put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You said it yourself, you need time. I want you to take it.”

The wind had been knocked out of you. You nod at Steve somberly, accepting his words for what they were; orders.

A few hours after Steve had left, you hear the rumble of the Quinjet take off from the roof. Despite the lack of worry in his voice, you could help the awful feeling in your stomach, telling you something terrible was going to happen...

and you couldn’t do anything about it.

You worried for Bucky, but despite your worry you couldn't help wonder why he just left. Why he wouldn't come check on you, or at least say goodbye. He just...left.

You flopped on the couch in the common room, flicking mindlessly through the channels. Tonight would bring nothing but sleepless bouts and nightmares.

You shut the tv off and stare at the ceiling, unsure of when, or if you’d see Bucky Barnes again.

Chapter Eight: Light Bulb

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MASTERLIST: A-N F1 DRIVERS by agendabymooner

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note: I CANNOT OFFICIALLY FIT MY WORKS IN ONE POST 😭 so here is my alphabetical f1 masterlist!!!

legends/genre:

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s = smut (minors, dni) mc = mature content (minors, dni) f = fluff

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alex albon (aa23)

front page lover (thai!kpop idol!ofc)

keeper, smau: polly berkshire has obscure interactions with her thirsty boyfriend and it's safe to say that they love each other.

fashion week, smau: the williams driver and polly always got something for everyone to talk about.

double aa, socmed snapshot: a series of instagram stories in which alex is a dad to alice albon

fernando alonso (fa14)

the breakup and makeup series (pro wrestler!ofc)

time to rock and roll, fic: the first time beatrice staedtlander and fernando alonso had broken up. (hc) ♡

heaven, smau: back in 2000s, fernando alonso and beatrice anastasia 'trish' staedtlander were every racing and wrestling fans' couple. years after, trish alonso became a mother and a wife... and the grid's crush of the season. fernando was certainly not happy so what's a better way to remind everyone that he was hers? (f, g, h)

from the ground up, smau: tino and tiago alonso were the twins that trish had given birth to at the age of 40, and everyone understood now why she didn't make it to the 2024 canadian gp. (f)

look what god gave her, smau: beatrice 'trish' alonso survived fernando's messy image better than anybody did. (f, g, h)

bonnie and the fame

maneater, smau: bonnie catherine sutton was carlos sainz's ex-girlfriend who returned to the f1 scene as a different woman. turns out, she's fernando alonso's fiancée (f)

ego, smau: never underestimate a woman's self-esteem, it might end up wounding you more than it would her.

oliver bearman (ob8)

ice ice baby, smau: kimi raikkonen's daughter romania raikkonen debuted in formula one with her friends AND it's safe to say that the iceman doesn't like ollie that much.

jenson button (jb22)

pride and pettiness (x british!actress!ofc)

one, 2004: in which, ada and jenson met for the first time.

the mr. darcy type, smau: much like the popular love interest, jenson should have known better than to say things that wouldn't impress a woman he grew interested in. OR ada abbott made sure that he worked hard for her time and attention. (f) ♡

shunt the hell up! (x hunt!driver!ofc)

shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies. smau: it was funny how enemies can be your teammate AND your lover at the same time. OR jj hunt, the daughter of the late james hunt, was jenson's biggest rival until a certain baby predicament cost her her entire racing career. (g) ♡

other works

affection, blurb: in which, jenson learned that he should just say it without being a little too drunk.

pierre gasly (pg10)

newsflash, smau: ensley soleil doesn’t like playboys. too bad, pierre gasly’s down bad for her (attention and love). (f, g, h)

odds, fic: their timing was always wrong, maybe that's why pierre should consider making it even for the two of them as she writes songs about him and their courtship. ★

lowkey, smau: fans thought that pierre moved on from ensley four months after publicly declaring his (love?) for her. funnily enough... (f, g, h)

indigo, chatfic + smau: there's really no reason for pierre gasly to be jealous over some man that ensley wrote 'high school in jakarta' about. not when she wrote one or more songs about the frenchman. (f) ♡

high school in jakarta, fic: meeting ensley’s close friends would also mean that he’d have to meet her high school sweetheart, who he believed he couldn’t compete against until ensley ensured that his two-day attendance wouldn’t be spoiled by some guy who couldn’t let go of some memories she couldn’t even remember. ♡ 

dancing with the devil, smau: ensley soleil doesn't care about what people are saying about her relationship with pierre especially now that she's married to him. (f)

vintage, smau: pierre gasly is a husband and a fanboy of ensley soleil gasly amongst other things. (f)

hot dad era, socmed snapshot: pierre gasly. 30% f1 driver 70% dilf. ★

other works

do i make you nervous, blurb: lesson learned: just date her first rather than being friendly in the bed.

lewis hamilton (lh44)

stevie and lewis (hearth sister!ofc)

thick and thin, smau + fic: lewis should know better than underestimating her and her capabilities to yearn for him for years. (hc)

hands on and paws on, socmed snapshot: lewis is a stay-at-home dad to lottie hamilton and his best boy, roscoe, happens to watch his mummys everywhere she goes as she carries baby hamilton #2. ★

the hamilton daycare, fic: lewis is already a stay-at-home dad so what makes his day out in monaco with his two kids any different? (f) (2/3 of daddy, debriefed!)

where the bad girls are (kpop idol!ofc)

lifted, smau: lewis is married to a kpop idol who happened to be one of the girls to shape the image of female groups in the korean pop community.

crowned couple (x miss universe!ofc)

the couple of the universe, smau: lewis is a careless being this season and everyone's wondering why.

melody series (x performer!ofc)

summary: with her sharp eyes focused on her audience, a burlesque performer who went under the name of melody returned to rythme romantique, an entertainment lounge which exclusively caters to the wealthiest people of monaco — or in this case, to the people with a status that are recognized by all. her three exclusive performances were meant to be a closure for her connections in the principality. still, a certain formula one driver saw it as an opportunity to reconnect with his former flame after two years of her absence. felicity vos learned that this was a rich man’s world and that he could do whatever he wanted, but she also realized that the agreement they settled on years ago was corrupted the moment he expressed his love for her. 

one, million dollar man: monaco was a world of glitz and glamour that she left two years ago. returning to the principality clearly was a huge mistake as she found herself talking to the man who swore to nothing but his love for her.

two, this is what makes us girls: "decorum isn't something you can buy with money or fame." or what did lewis really want from her and why did he show up on the second night of her performance?

arthur leclerc (al12)

the scheming schumachers, smau: sunny schumacher is mick's cousin and what does a family do? they attract arthur leclerc to get him away from his best friend, who happens to be mick's girlfriend. thankfully, the schumacher cousin is something of a welcome distraction for the monegasque.

charles leclerc (cl16)

the leclerc boys series (x hearth sister!ofc)

debunking drama, smau: prequel to of long lines and names; aimee hearth, the mclaren media manager and one of the famous hearth sisters, was rumoured to be dating lando norris. a certain monegasque's baffled reaction became a trending topic in twitter as he counteracts the rumour with an instagram post of his lover. (f, h)

of long lines and names, fic: five kids with (almost) five names under six years. OR the three pregnancies that charles had witnessed told him how motherhood and memories could come in two sets of twins and a boy that looked so much like him. (f)

the leclerc daycare, fic: before his last set of twins were born, charles had to watch his boys on his own- not exactly by himself when he's got esteban and pierre acting as his right hand men. (f) (1/3 of daddy, debriefed!) ♡

about names, scenario fics

summary: extension to of long lines and names and the leclerc daycare; charles and aimee's boys and their names go hand in hand OR times when the couple had to tell their kids that their names were signs of love and respect for their namesakes.

one, an amazing boy with an amazing name: hervé's anger left his parents confused after he refused to be called by his first name. thankfully, his mamé pascale had an easy access to his heart that eventually led to an answer to his sadness.

two, the wingman of maranello: jules leclerc learned two things as he travelled to italy with his father: he had an uncle named uncle teague and uncle teague had a best friend that was once charles' godfather.

other pieces

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

breaking curses not hearts, smau: frankie bardot atkinson was also known for her curse in the film industry. after breaking her long streaked curse and finally won an oscar, was it finally charles' time to break his curse at monza gp?

kevin magnussen (km20)

family ties, smau: lando norris forgot that his brother-in-law is in the grid with him and lola norris magnussen couldn't help but make of her brother for it.

lando norris (ln4)

lover era (x alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

london boy, smau: nicola 'cola' alessandro moved to britain and what's a better way to introduce yourself to england than taking a trip around with a certain mclaren driver? (f, g, h)

i think he knows, smau: grazia nichols published her debut novel based off formula one, and a fan could have sworn that the the book bf - nolan langford - was based off of lando's character as a driver altogether. (f, g, h)

✿ honey, honey! series masterlist - lando norris x ofc (honey-sue lewis) ft. sidemen ★

f1 drivers (general)

✿ 9 to 5 series masterlist - f1 grid x ofc (lester alessandro) ft. fictional wolff kids

too much caring, smau, sv5 + jb22: kpop idol juno was assumed to have cheated on retired driver jenson button with his best mate sebastian vettel. oh how wrong those people were... ★

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Requests

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED!

I get questions from time to time if I take requests, so once for all I decided to throw in this page that will explain everything once for all.

R E Q U E S T S  LIST:

The requests will be numbered and added in here; after yours is done it will be deleted from here and threw into the oneshots masterlist instead. If you have any further questions then take a read of the FAQs below or throw me a message or ask 💖

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R E Q U E S T S   FAQ’s:

1a. How do I request something?

You can do it two ways:

send me an ask, anonymously or not;

send me a private message

1b. What should I include in the request?

The person you want me to write the request for and the scenario for it. If you want anything specific - just throw it in, the better description = the better the fic you get as an outcome.

You want smut, fluff or angst? You want something over-the-top dirty or just itty-bitty erotic? S P E C I F Y. This helps a lot!

Anything that makes me uncomfortable, is a non-con or it’s not in the circle of what I usually write won’t be written. When it comes to smut I’m okay with most of the kinks that are up there.

2. How long will it take for me to write your request?

It depends on few factors:

the amount of my working hours;

the amount of my free time;

the writing/creative flow;

the type of request.

I will try to stick to chronology when it comes to request (first come first serve rule), but if something tickles my fancy more or I just am in the right mood for something I will push it to the top of the list.

Also I will let you know if the request got accepted.

If you don’t make an anonymous request I can tag you in the finished fic or you can be added to the tag list and get a notice in my every writing.

4a. Who do I write for?

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout;

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill;

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons;

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys,

11. Criminal Minds franchise along with the following characters:

Dr Spencer Reid

4b. What type of fics do I write?

All of them. Mostly with reader insert, but if you want something with an OFC just lemme know!

If you have any further questions just throw them in! 💖

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Highway To Heaven

tom kazansky x daughter reader

ofc: Nadia“Gladiator”Kazansky

summary: He watches her fight, now he’s watching her lose against death.

characters: Tom“Iceman”Kazansky, Original Female Characters x2, Sarah Kazansky

TW: medical induced coma, talks of injuries, possible death, hopeful ending

SN: i wrote a shitty reason of health problems

- I completely got carried away but its fine.

- this isn’t proofread at all.

He thinks back to her first basketball game, how she still got back up even after getting a busted lip. Never since the day she was born has Nadia Kazansky given up, not when she came out the womb blue, not even against death. So why now?

He hates how she’s not smiling as she sleeps. Ever since Nadia was a baby there would be a smile plastered on her face as she slept. Now Nadia lips sat straight on her face as she laid medically sedated on her hospital bed.

Ice listened to the heart monitor as it beeped steadily, the only sound he’s listened to for the last four days. He misses her smiles, her laughter, her corny jokes.

He sighed putting his book down, standing up and leaning over her bed rails kissing her forehead. “Honey I need you to wake up”, Tom Kazansky was never a man to beg, but for this he will; for her he always will.

Tears dropped to down his face, guilt clenched his heart. Ice himself had approved of this mission and he’d also picked Nadia for the mission knowing she would be the only person to pull it off.

If there was a way to look into the future, Ice would have never put his daughter in that damn fight jet. He wouldn’t had given the okay for her to fly, if he had known about the fallout.

He feels digusted with himself, those thoughts didn’t belong to him. They belong to a father who’s at risk of losing his only child, a father who’s already grieving for the death of his daughter.

A sob left his mouth as he thought about the possibility of losing his daughter.

He would be left childless, Tom Kazansky would know how it felt to bury a child. Something he doesn’t want to do, a thing he thought he wouldn’t have to go through.

He stares at her pale face, her face lacked it usual tan of life. Nadia would had murdered her father if she had known about a tube being down her throat.

At the thought of food his stomach growled viciously. He wanted to move and grab food. But what if he walked away and this was last time his daughter was alive?

What if this was the last time her chest went up and down, no matter if she had help or not?

“Thomas” a feminine voice pulled him out his horrible thoughts of hell.

Sarah Kazansky his little sister, grabbed her older brother and hugged him. She ran her hands up and down his back, easing his rattling body frame.

He held on to this pain for almost a week. Ice cries for his daughter at thought of her being in pain. He also cries as he knows death is approaching and finally Tom allows his guilt to unravel from his heart.

He didn’t want to be this vulnerable, not now when Nadia is facing against death.

“Here Tom” she said handing him a pb&j sandwich, and a bottle of juice. In return he offered her weak attempt of a smile.

She gives him another hug before leaving him alone in the cafeteria to return to work.

He leaned back in the white plastic chair, uncomfortably adjusting his tall frame in the chair. He twirls the necklace that Nadia gotten for him a long time ago, he feels the slight comfort and hope the necklace gives him.

He on the verge of slumber when a voice erupts his sleep.“Admiral Kazansy”

He hums lowly, his eyes open to see the doctor who had been treating his daughter.

Ice is out of the chair in seconds, hoping the doctor is sparing his already broken heart and giving him good news.

He noticed the grim look the doctor had on her face, the way her eyes had a look of pity and sadness to them.

Bad news.

“How is my daughter?”, he asks her.

“Sir, I think it’s time we discuss a plan” She pauses briefly looking at Ice before continuing.

“What I mean by that Admiral is that, Nadia is suffering from a brain injury called cerebral edema, her entire brain is bruised and swollen from the impact of her crash”.

His mask was instantly replaced with concern and anxiety.

He felt his world starting to crash and burn.

Ice’s eyes started to prickle to with tears as he thought about the death of his only child.

He took a shaky breathe before asking Dr. Foreman his next question“can you fix it?”.

Ice didn’t want the answer to his question. He knew most likely he going to end his week, month or year by burying his daughter Nadia.

“Lets take a seat” Dr. Foreman gently ordered, she gestured to the chair and led her and Ice to them.

He felt it, he knew those words by heart.

It only meant one word was going to appear in the next sentence.

Death.

The hands on the clock ticked as she talked to him describing in great detail for what was best for his Nadia.

His daughter, how dare a she tell him whats best for his kid.

He drowned out the conversation, only hearing the word death.

“Admiral Kazansky, Its in you and Nadia best wishes to let her go peacefully”. She spoke as she held Ice’s hand before letting go.

“Unless, Nadia pulls through” Dr. Foreman said kindly.

“And the chances are?” He asked as his body shooked with anger, sadness, denial.

“Less than 35 percent” she nodded her head sadly, already grasping what Ice meant.

“Admiral, sit on it and think about your next move” she ordered as she walk away from him, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

——

As Ice slept, in his dream he kept hearing erratic beeping as if it was an alarm going off.

Someone yelling pulled him out his short slumber. “she’s coding, she’s coding!”

He was being yanked out the chair by Sarah.

Ice watched from the outside as they tried to revive Nadia back.

He watched the doctors hands go up and down as they tried cpr on her.

He heard the orders being yelled, he heard them upping the charge number on the AED.

You could hear Ice sobs even aganist Sarah’s shoulder. But what you couldn’t hear and see was death as it loomed over his daughter.

“Give me another chance God, please”.

#top gun #tom kazansky #top gun maverick #tom kazansky x reader

[post-modern-prometheus]

Top 5 X-men :)

1. rogue

2. shadowcat (kitty my beloved)

3. iceman (bobby my beloved)

4. quicksilver (ofc)

5. storm