#val kilmer x reader

[hotgirlmav]

Risky Business — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

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

Description: After being promoted to admiral, Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky has little to no time to do anything but work. Constantly stressed out and exhausted, you decide to give your husband something to cheer him up at work. Being afraid of being caught at any time but needing it more than ever, who is he to say no?

Warnings: Descriptive oral sex (m!receiving), explicit language, allusions to smut, slight exhibitionism, risk of getting caught, allusions to oral sex (f!receiving), MAVERICK CAMEO, reader trying Iceman, Iceman trying not to have a heart attack.

Word Count: 3,638.

A/N: Tom Cruise reference in the name because that man is attached to me by the HIP. ALSOOOO, this is my first time writing proper smut, so excuse anything that may seem shitty! Love youuuu!!! <3

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Hearing the clearance to enter the office, you turned the doorknob with your free hand and slipped your way in, closing the door behind you with your foot.

“Is this part of your promotion? Forgetting your lunch almost everyday?” You teased your husband in a light tone, setting the articulately packaged containers on the corner of his desk.

Iceman, seconds away from drowning in the paperwork that cluttered his hardwood desk, forced a small grin on his face as a response to the remark that he was already forgetting. Though he was already two months into his promotion, each and every passing second carried a heavier workload than the last. He was always a man who was taken incredibly seriously, but at that moment in time, he was trying his damnedest to prove himself to be more.

After his promotion, Iceman felt as though the playful part of his youth no longer existed. Doing so much as referring to himself as his callsign made him feel as though he was disrespecting his new rank. From that moment on, he was Admiral Kazansky. He felt as though he desperately had to prove himself to both his inferiors and superiors, and in doing so, every second of his free time was lost.

Unfortunately, you were reaping the consequences of such a thing.

Each and every morning, he was gone before your eyes would even open. His vacant spot would no longer hold the inviting warmth that he had, thus proving just how long he had been gone. On a good night, he would come home around an hour later than he usually would. On his worst nights, he would come home while you were getting ready for bed. You initially wanted to be angry and berate him for such a thing, but something kept you from doing so. Your fury was defeated by the dark circles forming under his eyes, the exhaustion in his sultry, smooth voice, and the way his eyelids refused to stay up the second he sat down. Several nights in a row, you would find him fast asleep in his beloved chair in the living room with the television still on. The third time around, the laces on his boots were still tied as perfectly as they were when he left. The sight of it completely broke your heart.

Ever since then, you had been continuously begging the man to slow down. You begged him to breathe, to relax, to just— be. Of course, that was to absolutely no prevail. You knew your husband, and you knew he had to be the best at what he did. He would stop at nothing if it meant he was as respected as an admiral should be, but more importantly, he would make sure to deserve such respect.

Seeing the man you love adorned in stress was nothing short of horrible, yes, but fuck.

If that was not the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your entire life, you had no idea what was. Even at the current moment, you could not stop yourself from gawking. Scanning his face with your eyes for what must have been the millionth time, your heart began to race like it was the first.

The creases that formed as a result of his furrowed eyebrows caused you to tilt your head, completely disregarding the fact that you were outwardly admiring him. Your fingers longed to smooth them out for him, just as you always did. Such an action was typically followed by him letting his eyelids fall shut as the tension in his body smoothly dissolved. Ironically enough, Iceman would melt.

Your mouth watered in a way you could not even prevent if you tried; such an action completely went over his head. His look of concentration only intensified as he wrote. Your head was completely spinning in circles for the brief moment that your eyes were locked on your husband, but it was still long enough for you to figure out just what you wanted to do.

On nights when he would come home on time, you watched the man slowly rid himself of the uniform he wore to his demanding job, but he could never rid himself of the stress that came with it. His body was constantly adorned with it. He wore the agonizing repercussions of a man in his position like the most honorable badge, and quite frankly, you had enough of it.

Not for you, but for him.

Small, calculated steps were taken on your behalf; his concentrated stare was still fixated on the documents before him. You heard the soles of your shoes hit the ground beneath you in a way that felt crushing, but to him, it was just white noise.

Finally, standing behind him, your hands found their way to his shoulders. Even from the slightest touch, Iceman was already letting out a low, quiet exhale of relief. You could feel the tension in his muscles slowly decreasing as you pushed the tips of your fingers further into them, beginning to move them in a circular motion.

It took everything in the man not to completely drop his pen. Iceman’s eyelids dropped the exact way you knew they would, his head falling forward for a moment. One of your hands continued to work as the other stopped for a moment, his hand finding it the second it did. He held your hand in his right one on one of his shoulders and turned his head to face it, his excruciatingly soft lips pressing a kiss to your knuckle.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” The words fell from his lips in a raspy way, his voice cutting through the slightly chilly air like a hot knife through butter. You hoped that you could suppress the need to alleviate his stress, but after hearing the way you soothed him by just rubbing his shoulders, you couldn’t help but wonder what just a little more would do.

You rubbed circles into his shoulders in a way that you hoped would satisfy him. Each and every long, deep exhale that left his nostrils filled your pride in a way that even the most intricate compliment could not. Your heart began to both crack and melt as your mind shifted, causing you to begin to think about just how much the man deserved it. He had been physically and mentally torturing himself ever since he got promoted. The one minute you had been rubbing his back was probably the only moment of pure solitude that he had been granted in the past month.

That was all the motivation you needed to both reward the man for his incredibly hard work and remind him that he did not need to take everything so seriously. There was much more to life than professional success, both good and bad. You wanted to take a moment to remind him of the good.

Your fingers halted after the thought finalized in your mind, but Iceman thought nothing of it. He just figured you were going to be right on your merry way, and he had to get back to work. He picked up his pen once more as your eyes scanned around the beautiful office, your eyes landing on a picture of the pair of you resting on his desk just a moment later.

The blinds on all of the windows looking into his office were shut. The front of his desk made it impossible for anyone to see what was underneath. The fact that he had quite a bit of legroom underneath the desk was enough of a push.

Without even thinking, you slightly pulled his chair back, such an action being made easy by the wheels at the bottom. His face twisted in confusion as he looked over to you, the pen still in his hand. Neither of you had time to think before you were dropping to your knees right in front of him, your hands immediately beginning to fumble with the belt on his uniform.

“Are you insane?” He whispered to you in a hushed tone, his face mirroring that of a deer in headlights. Despite his evident shock, his eyes only followed you as you continued to very slightly rid him of his pants. He made no attempt to stop you.

Noticing that fact, you met his eyes with your own, your eyebrows slightly raising. “Do you want me to stop?”

You knew he didn’t. He knew he didn’t. By asking that very simple, yet very significant question, though, the ball rolled right into your court. You obtained the power in that situation, as opposed to how roles were typically assigned in that manner. He was yours for the taking, and both of you were just fine with that.

Within seconds, he was exposed to you. If anyone were to stand in the doorway, all they would see is the upper half of one Admiral Kazansky, probably as cool and collected as ever. The expression on his face, however, showed something different.

His green eyes were full of bewilderment as your eyes landed on his already semi-hard length, your heart racing as if this wasn’t just the millionth time you were going to blow your husband. Regardless of such, this time was supposed to be special. You had a goal in mind, and you would stop at absolutely nothing to achieve it. Perhaps that was one of the many things you and Tom had in common.

Your eyes flickered upward to gaze at him, the certainty and sheer lust in your eyes perfectly contrasting with the shock in his. The second you wrapped your fingers around his length by the base of it and moved your hand upward just once, the pen fell from his grip. You wasted no time in adjusting your head slightly and wrapping your lips around the tip, your eyes searching for his as you did so.

Iceman furrowed his eyebrows just as he usually did, but it was very evidently not out of frustration. His plump lips parted slightly as he felt your tongue lick a stripe along the tip of his cock, and his larger hand found solace on the top of your head, resisting the urge to just fuck your throat then and there.

The fear of being caught infiltrated his blood like a virus, but absolutely nothing was going to make him pull away from you. Especially with the way the very tip of your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock so briefly, causing him to suppress the most obscene groan.

At that point, all bets were off. He knew what you were doing, and he knew it very well. If you wanted to relieve him of the stress he carried, he was going to allow you to do just that. As a matter of fact, he was going to help you.

Your lips were fully wrapped around his tip as both of his hands moved to push a bit of your hair out of your face, being sure to hold it all behind your head with just one of them. The second he did so, you knew to remove your hand from his base. You knew exactly what he wanted to do, and you were going to let him.

Once your hand moved, Iceman wasted no time in bucking his hips upward, only part of his length fully filling your mouth and threatening to go down your throat. Due to being slightly caught by surprise, you let out the sound of a small gag against it, but still got ahold of yourself quite quickly. The sound only fueled the man much more.

“Try to be quiet, sweetheart.” His low voice filled your ears in a way that caused a small fire to burn in the pit of your stomach, his eyes essentially blazing into yours. “You wouldn’t want us to get caught, would you?”

You knew exactly what to do. Normally, you would respond with noises, but you wanted to toy with him just as much as he was toying with you.

Your hand found its way back to the base of his length as you slowly lifted your mouth off of it, using your hand to lightly and teasingly stroke it as you maintained a calm expression.

“No, Admiral.” You spoke just above a whisper, your lips curling into a shit-eating grin as you watched the darkest lust flash through his eyes. You took the tip in your mouth once more, and instead of beginning to bob your head, you let him do what you knew he wanted.

Your hands gripped the back of his calves as he held your hair in one hand, the other now resting below your jaw. In a way, it was helping you. He held your head in place as he clenched his jaw as tightly as he could, showing no mercy once he thrusted up into your mouth.

Even after years of experience, it still took you a minute to adjust to taking his length. To say that he was big was an understatement. It was more than understandable to know why his ego was the way it was.

You felt inches of him threaten to go deeper and deeper down your throat with each and every thrust, causing muffled gags to be released against his cock each and every time. The vibration he felt from the sound caused him to clear his throat, a vein now making an appearance on his neck.

Just when almost all of him was in your mouth and down your throat, you both heard a slight knock at the door. Immediately, you both froze.

Iceman’s eyes widened as he completely let go of you, but you were too afraid to move.

“Just a minute!” He wasted no time in calling out, frantically looking around his office. He suddenly motioned for you to scoot back underneath his desk, which you wasted no time in pulling back from his erection and doing so.

“Ice, it’s me.” You could hear the voice of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell say through the door. From your position, you could practically hear your husband rolling his eyes. He pushed his chair inward slightly so as to make it seem he was sitting normally, but still in a way that wouldn’t hit you under the desk.

Getting caught was one thing, but by Maverick? Absolutely not. No fucking way, absolutely not.

After the both of you got settled, Iceman cleared his throat. “Come in.”

The second Maverick came in, your heart stopped. You knew their usual way of greeting one another was by embracing each other in a warm, yet brief hug. Seeing as Iceman’s pants were pulled down to the middle of his thighs, that would not be the best thing.

Luckily, Maverick only sighed and closed the door when he came in, taking a seat in one of the chairs right in front of the desk.

“What do you need, Mav?” Iceman tried to ask as normally as he could. His poker face was absolutely perfect, but he felt like the man in front of him could see right through him.

As Maverick began to inform your husband of the fact that he pissed off another superior, you could feel the tension in his body rising.

“This is the second time this month, Pete. I just got this damn position, and the most progress I’ve made is making sure you don’t get grounded.” Iceman stated in obvious annoyance as his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back in his seat. It was almost as if he forgot you were there.

“I know, I know.” Maverick sighed out in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t thank you enough.”

As Maverick continued giving his explanation, a lightbulb went off over your pretty little head. With a small smirk on your face, your hand slowly found its way back to his length. He was still just as hard. If anything, the lack of attention given to his cock was almost making it throb. Immediately, you took the tip back into your mouth.

The very second he felt the contact, Iceman cleared his throat and sat right back up, clenching his jaw.

“You okay, Ice?” Maverick asked in pure confusion as his eyebrows furrowed, staring at the man in front of him, who seemed to be in some sort of pain.

Iceman cleared his throat once more and nodded his head once, trying his best to maintain eye contact as he blinked twice. “Muscle cramp. Please continue.”

Hearing the quick and polite save almost made you giggle, but you still wanted to toy with him. You wasted no time in slightly stroking the bottom half as you began to teasingly bob your head up and down, doing so as silently as you possibly could.

The way his boot would shift every few seconds as a way for him to release some form of reaction kept you going. Once you went down a bit further as a way of testing your own limits, you couldn’t help the small gag that came along with it. Your blood ran cold once you did it, but not even a full second after you did, Iceman let out quite a loud cough.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Pete asked in the middle of his own explanation, confusion more evident on his face than before.

Iceman nodded in response as he gripped your hair underneath the desk, causing you to widen your eyes slightly. The way it caught you off guard piqued your interest.

“Lot of dust in here.” He instantly excused himself.

After a few moments, Maverick was being lectured by the man in front of you, but both you and Maverick knew he would just end it by saying he would help him out. Low and behold, he did.

The second Maverick left his office and closed the door behind him, Iceman pushed his chair back from his desk and glared down at you. All of the rage in his eyes was completely lustful, and his remaining grip on your hair was still thrilling you to no end.

“You’re fucking insane.” He lowly spat under his breath, causing you to fight the urge to just smile at him. “What would have happened if he figured that out? Do you know how fucking bad that would have been?”

His tone was serious, but the look in his eyes said so much more. He parted your lips with his thumb and wasted no time in pushing it into your mouth, completely taking you by surprise. Within a matter of a second, though, you began to slightly run your tongue along his skin. You bobbed your head back and forth in a way that made him feel like you were just sticking your middle finger up at him.

“Fine.” He sharply stated below his own breath, retracting his finger from your mouth and using that hand to grip your jaw. Your mouth was still wide open and your eyes slightly widened in surprise.

“If you want to act like such a dirty little slut, show me what a dirty little slut you are.” He spat his beautifully venomous words at you, just before he aligned the tip of his length with your lips. Without a bit of a warning, he pushed it into your mouth.

You found your position as if it were as easy and natural as riding a bike. He sat back in his chair as he began to bob your head up and down by your jaw and your hair, causing you to quietly gag almost each and every time. For him, you didn’t care. You would have sawed your jaw clean off if he told you to.

His breathing became lighter the faster he did so. After a moment, he stopped so as not to cause any sort of serious strain to your neck, deciding that thrusting upward would be easier for the both of you.

Once he did so, the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat almost every second. You only held your mouth open as widely as you could, taking the shortness in his breathing as a sign that he was close.

“Fuck—” You heard the beautiful word carefully slip under his breath, causing you to brace yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his load begin to fill your mouth, just knowing the way you were sending him over the edge as you began to swallow.

After a moment of the man trying his best to suppress the groans he wanted to let out as a result of him finishing, he lowly panted under his breath. You lifted your head and shamelessly wiped the side of your mouth, happily standing to your feet once he began to fix his uniform.

“You’re welcome.” You hummed to your husband in such a casual manner, pressing the softest peck to his lips before you turned to your things.

As you gathered your belongings and hooked your purse over your shoulder, you felt a cold hand slightly grip your wrist, causing you to turn back to him.

“Where are you going?” He asked in what seemed to be complete confusion, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and let out a small giggle.

“Home…?” You spoke in a way that came off as more of a question than a statement. The words that he spoke next made you both almost completely implode, and mentally pat yourself on the back for deciding to do what you did.

“No, no way.” He laughed out, shaking his head in disapproval before he stood from his seat, his eyes locking with yours as he did so.

“It’s your turn.”

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[madladysix]

Missing you

Pairing: Iceman X Fem! Reader

SMUT AHEAD 18+ BE WARNED!!!

Description: after being away from each other a long time you both get it on sexual style (I genuinely cannot help myself with writing that but I also cannot write a good description for this!)

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Tom Kazansky has been away for six months now…letters and photographs of filthy promises was enough to make any man crave the woman he loves, so within the moment of him walking through the door of his shared home…he searched for his lover…there he found her in the shower. Ice began stripping off his clothing getting completely naked and then ripping open the shower curtain staring straight at his lover’s beautiful body ignoring her scream and then giggles of surprise as he quickly maneuvered into the tiny shower…pressing her up against the wall fiercely as he kissed her with all the force of love and hunger in the world.

"Y/n," Iceman moaned into your lips, his free hand sliding between your legs, "Ive missed you more than you could know.” He groaned out, between every kiss and breath he was pressing into your lips deeper, it felt almost like he was sucking in your scent and words with the harshness of his needy kiss, but what made you feel like the Queen of the world was his greedy fingers slipping down your body and towards your folds where gentle circles were placed upon your sensitive mound. Y/n’s moans echoed upon the walls of the steamy bathroom as he continued to tease and please her with his rough digits.

Within moments her legs began shaking with need as he touched her faster, "Please... I can’t take much more Tom..” she begged between her gasps for air, "Soon." he muttered as his fingers began working even faster now, driving her closer to an impending climax but with one last deep-possessive kiss, he pulled back immediately, and moved his cock to press against her core, a small gasp left her mouth which only made him groan in response, this is what he’s longed to hear was her moans…her teasing letters and lewd photos for his eyes only that he received while out on a naval vessel 1000s of miles away from her for six months was uncalled for and only fueled his fire as he fiercely and without warning lifted her up slightly in his muscular arms and shoved his cock into her slick entrance but his movements were slow with pushing inside her, he wanted this to last, but her small gasps filled the steamy room and he knew with how much he needed this it’d be over real soon so as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, and did this with every inch before filling her up fully he said soft words to her

“I love your eyes…” “I love your voice…” “I love your skin..” he was worshipping being in her presence as he kept a steady rhythm inside of her. Ice groaned loudly as he bit the corner of her neck…Her walls had contracted around him, being far away from her for months on end not getting to see her with the fear of dying in the air came with its perks…moments like these where he can finally feel her, smell her, hear her, and he can finally release all the negative thoughts he has been harboring within his head from being away from her by just being with her right here and right now. "Fuck," he breathed, his hands finding her hips to hold onto as he began to move inside her at a quicker rate, Their bodies slid against each other perfectly, as the water from the showerhead turned cold and dripped onto their steaming bodies, creating a sensual dance with raised skin. After a while of moaning and a

The sound of skin slapping skin..Tom moaned her name gently “y/n..” it wasn’t as possessive as before it was sensitive and feeling as he released within her, she was quick to cum after him as well, they held eachother and did not part, Tom laid his face in the crook of her neck and turned the water off blindly as she held onto her body craving her warmth and soft skin…He was touch deprived and it was obvious he had been through hell in the past few months “Tom?” Y/n asked with her voice low “I’m sorry..” he whispered back with a sad sound to his voice “hey…it’s okay…” she replied with a sound if honesty in her voice as she began to think that usually the after care would be focused solely on her but tonight the aftercare would be for him.

After they got out of the shower after moments of standing there cold and shivering just holding eachother, y/n began drying his body off and getting him comfortable clothes to wear, allowing them time to get dressed in their best possible comfort outfits, she held his hand and assured his every step to the bedroom, this was the difference…you know like medium and range? Although Ice wanted to love his wife…the mental toll of months of pain and hardwork loaded down on him in the matter of moments being with the only person he can trust…and she listened to all of it..she cried with him, laughed with him, but most importantly she stayed right there with him curled up on bed laying with his head on her chest.

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[ruerecs]

𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖.

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw.

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[shelfwar]

TOP GUN STORMS

So with all of the weird weather happening across the United States I thought what if I had blurvs about storm's. And that's what I did so I hope you enjoy it as always

Slider

Sitting on the windowsill watching the horrendous storm that was slowly approaching the small town, waiting anxiously for Slider to get out of the shower.

Suddenly a large flash lit up the whole house that was soon carried by a obnoxious clap of thunder that shook the house, as you let out a blood curdling scream. You heard Slider run out of the bathroom and out to the living room to see you covering you ears every time a flash lit up the room, waiting for that clap of thunder again.

"What's wrong?!" "I don't trust thunder and lighting." You looked at his half-naked body as he crouched down in front of you. "Lemme get dressed, we'll hide in the bedroom maybe watch a movie that is if the power will-" Another flash lit up the room, followed by a louder clap of thunder then before. Again you screamed as Slider held your ears until the rumbling stopped.

"I'll be back." Slider got up and went to your shared bedroom, coming back with a t-shirt and sweatpants on, along with several blankets and several pillows.

"Pillow fort?" You looked up at him and smirked. "As long as I don't see any flashes then I'm good." "Alright then let's get to it."

A half hour later you and Slider laid in the darkened pillow fort as he held you close, focusing on your slow breaths.

Iceman

"Tom, Tommy!" You started to poke his face as he squinted with every poke. "TOM!" You yelped as a flash of lightning lit up the room making you instantly duck in cover into the duvet. "What's wrong?" "Storms no thank you." Ice lifted up the covers and saw you hiding , clutching the blanket."He let out a sigh before pulling you up to him. "Its okay, I'm here." He started to slowly rub your back as he started to drift off.

Suddenly you heard the tornado sirens blaring, instantly you started shaking Iceman. "What is it?" "We-We need to head to a safe place!" You cried as fat tears rolled down your face. Ice sat up quickly and grabbed your hand walking to the bathroom where he then sat down in the tub as you shut the door.

Once done you started to pace back in forth in the small room. "Y/n, come here." You looked over at him as he opened his arms wide. You slowly climbed into the tub as he held onto you, occasionally kissing your head as he rubbed his hands on your arms. "I'm sorry." "For what, being scared of a storm. Your fine, I'm here, we're in a safe room." "I know but." "But what? It's okay." He said sleepily. "Hmm." You hummed as you started to calm down, feeling your eyes to grow heavy as you started to doze off. Finally.

Maverick

Start of dream.....(based off of a real dream)

You stood in awe as a big tornado was heading our way. Maverick was by electrical power thingy, while you were near the Piggly Wiggly store. In the distance, you could see the big dark tornado racing towards us. The wind was blowing as you could hear the thunder in the distance.

"Maverick need to go into the store!" You yelled at him as he turned your way with wide eyes. Instantly he started to run towards you, in the process of getting into the store he grabbed your hand. He opened the sliding doors and waited for you to enter before closing them behind us. "Mav, we gotta get to the coolers!" You yelled as the tornado came closer to us. "Come on!"

You and Maverick ran to the coolers but it was too late. I saw the black cloud rip into the store. "MAVERICK!!!"

End of dream....

"Y/n baby wake up, it not real!" You heard someone yell as youwoke up in a cold sweat. You sat up frantically as you looked around and saw Maverick looking at you worried. "You okay?" "Y-yeah, I'm f-fine." "Baby, your trembling." You looked down at your hands and saw that you were indeed trembling. "Wanna talk about it y/n?" You shook your head no as he looked at you concerned.

"C'mere." Maverick said sleepily as he opened his arms for you. You scooted over to him as he held onto you. "Its okay, it's not real." "But what if I does become real?" "Then your knight and shining armor is here to protect you." "Thank you." "Your welcome love, get some sleep."

Goose

You sat crisscrossed on the porch watching the incoming storm approaching ever so slowly. You suddenly saw a shelf cloud starting to form, indicating it might be a duck in cover storm. "Nick?" "Yeah? Wait hunny what are you doing on the porch, there's a bad storm heading our way." "Yeah, but it's relaxing."

"Uh, no. There's a thunderstorm warning." "And? Just come over here and watch it roll in with me. It's quite fascinating." "Whatever you say dear."

You felt his presence besides you as he held your hand while you both looked up at the darkened sky.

In the distance you both saw the lightning strikes scattering across the horizon as thunder could be heard. "The storm its 5 miles away. We're fine Goose." "Your crazy." "And so are you." "No that's Maverick." "True, but it's just so cool to see mother nature acting up like this."

You turned your head and saw Goose looking like the first time he saw you, smitten. He started to lean in as you met in a kiss that soon ended due to the tornado sirens going off.

"That's must be all it takes." "Oh whatever." You smiled as the two of you went into shelter for the night.

Wolfman

Living in Texas has its perks one being almost year round tornado season.

Which is why your in the barn laying up into the hayloft watching the storm roll in. "Y/n?! Y/n where are you?" You watched the tufted of Wolf's hair walking by the barn doors, obvious that you were in there.

You crawled over the edge of the loft and watched for him again. "Wolf." You cat called as you scooted backwards so he couldn't see or hear you. "Y/n, come on its kinda not funny." He chuckled as he walked into the barn.

"WOOOOLLLFFF." He looked around as he saw your boots by the ladder. "There you are" You heard him whisper as he started climbing the ladder. "Hi, handsome." "Hi, beautiful watcha doing." "Watching the storm come in." "Ohh." He crawled over to you as he laid down on your chest kissing top of each breast before laying down still ontop of you, while holding your hand. "I love thunderstorms and you wearing tank tops, cause I get to see the girls."

"HENRY!" "What it's true on both parts." "God your such a man." "Well no shit love."

After a few minutes of comfortable silence the sounds of thunder rattled the old barn. "How many miles baby." "So far 4 Mississippis." "Miles, I ment miles." "I know." You said as you watched it starting to rain, making you sleepy.

So you let out a yawn before looking down and seeing Wolf passed out with drool starting to leave a wet spot on your shirt. "I love you Wolf." "Mm, love you to. We should probably go inside." "Yeah probably it looks like it's getting worse."

Wolfman got up before helping you up to. "Last one to the house has to shower in the rain." "Deal."

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[doingthingsthewriteway]

Daisy

summary: doc and his the trials of his love with his daisy

Tombstone burnt under the fire of the afternoon sun. Sweat beaded out of every pore, clothes clung tightly to aching chests, and buzzards circled in anticipation. Death was inevitably close in this heat.

Y/N had experienced the wet heat of the south her whole life but this heat was new. It passed through her chest without so much as a cough, hardly any plant could survive for her to be allergic to. If she escape the allergies of home, then she reckoned the heat of Tombstone was worth it.

Town appeared to be busy despite the heat. No one paused here to sit on porches, fanning themselves and sipping sweet tea. People ran about, some literally in a scurry to get away from the echoing gunshots that caused her to jump.

Traveling by herself, Y/N felt relatively safe. Her benefactor sent her along in the nicest car on the most modern line. The train wasn’t robbed and all her things arrived safely. Bandits seemed to be nothing more than a myth to frighten little boys and girls into staying home back east. People simply weren’t like that, or at least they weren’t until Tombstone.

Dashing young men with matching red sashes lingered like the hyenas she read about in the library. Cackling smiles and shrill whistles greeted her was she stepped off the train. Some dirty, some disgusting, and some downright devilishly handsome all circled around her as she collected her luggage.

Keeping her eyes down, she pushed up the sleeves of her blouse and readied herself to carry the chest to the hotel.

“Need some help miss?” A gravely young voice called, boots crunching rocks to dust under each step.

“No thank you.” Quick, quiet responses. Only to the point.

“I insist.” A brown hat was tipped her way. She squinted through the blinding sun to meet brown eyes and tough skin. “Johnny Ringo.”

“Mr. Ringo, I sincerely appreciate your offer, but I can carry my belongings to the hotel.”

As Ringo opened his mouth, a second figured approached. Dressed all in black, cigar dangling from his lips, badge shining in the sun. “I think the lady declined your services, Johnny.”

“You can stay out of this, Earp.”

“Let’s not turn this into something.” Earp, who seemed decidedly safer, grabbed the luggage himself. “Wyatt Earp..”

“Y/N Y/L/N”.

“Well Miss Y/L/N, let’s get you checked in.”

The hotel was much more extravagant than she had imagined. A booming town did not mean all the glamour of home, but this hotel rivaled some that she used to pass by.

“Rare thing a woman traveling alone to Tombstone.” Wyatt said, settling the luggage inside the hotel door. “What brings you here?”

“Dry air is supposed to help you breathe better. I can’t hardly breathe back home.”

With an understanding nod, Wyatt tipped his hat and left. He had a faro table to run.

Unpacking was an easy affair. Hardly any of her belongings were packed with her. Her benefactor saw to it that only thing things she would need would make it with her. Anything else was simply sentimental junk of a decidedly unpleasant childhood that could be sold and split between the two.

Opening the window, she sat down on the chaise lounge next to it and took a deep inhale. Yes, this would do.

Yelling broke out in the streets below. Daring a peek outside, she saw Mr. Earp intervening with more of the red sashed men. Another figure strode across the street, black hat sat just askew. His southern drawl rattled in an echo across the street as he joined Mr. Earp.

A warning shot from the new gentleman broke up the ordeal. Earp and company glanced toward the hotel, finding a blushing Y/N staring out the balcony. “Busy town, Miss Y/L/N.” Mr. Earp called.

She nodded, blush still burning her cheeks. “Seems so.”

The other man tipped his hat with a wink and followed Mr. Earp into the saloon. Yes, Tombstone seemed quite busy.

Darkness fell before Y/N ventured out again. The heat of the day, the bittersweet realization that this was her life now all boiled over into an afternoon’s rest. She redressed, thankful that she didn’t have the finer silk dresses that would make the men notice her. Being noticed, especially by a red sash, was not something she was looking for.

Plain yet pretty, she left the security of the hotel and headed down the dusty streets of Tombstone. Dinner would be nice, though she supposed she could get it back in her room if all else failed.

The red embers of cigarettes glowed in the dusk, illuminating the men who leaned on porches waiting for something exciting to happen. As she passed a lively building, The Oriental according to the sign, one such figured called out for her.

“Pardon me, I believe I have not had the pleasure in making your acquaintance.” A deep southern drawl rolled.

Y/N paused briefly, determined to keep walking though manners made her at least stop for the man. “Oh?”

Slow footsteps creaked along the wooden porch and down onto the dirt. A dramatic wave of his hand, removed his hat. The stranger bowed, finger tips reaching out to brush against her hand. “I apologize for so rudely staring at your earlier, but I fear I was too distracted by both your beauty and the rapscallion nature of those cowboys to properly introduce myself.”

“You were with Mr. Earp?”

“Wyatt?” Oh how stretched the vowels were from his tongue. “Why yes, Wyatt Earp is my best friend. Though I would rather not spend my evening discussing him when I could be discussing you. John Henry Holliday, miss.”

She returned her name quietly, cheeks a flutter with pink as he took her hand and brought it to her lips. The hairs of his mustache tickling her skin just slightly. “Pleased to meet you Mr. Holliday.”

“Would you care to join me for a drink?” A devilishly glint flickered in his green eyes.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve never drank.”

A boisterous laugh rattled into a cough. Mr. Holliday wiped at his lips with a handkerchief and quickly tucked it away. “Well darlin’, you’ll find Tombstone is a wonderful place to start.”

Dinner and a nightcap became common place between Y/N and Mr. Holliday. With some effort, she even got to the point of calling him Doc, a sound that when first said made Doc’s eyes roll back with lust. Yes, Doc was sure of it, he was smitten.

She would often talk around the concept of home while they ate and drank. Doc had not forgotten what life was like for a women in the south, though his dear cousin had some wealth to her name. Y/N appeared to have enough, but the scars and freckles that dotted her skin told him her life was far less leisurely than his youth.

Other times she would discuss literature and the little library she had worked at. These conversations especially aroused him. He’d bring novels and read to her as they strolled back to the hotel. Her eyes would shine at him as if he had written the prose himself.

Y/N reminded him of slow kisses under Spanish moss covered trees, of peach juice dribbling out of rosy lips, or warm milky skin he could sink his teeth into. She was a grand home with open windows and billowing curtains, piano music playing and a library of books to read. Yes, Doc was sure of it, he was falling in love. What a horrible thing.

Doc would walk her back to The Grand after a stiff drink (his darlin’ preferred bourbon) and then return to The Oriental to gamble and drink the night away. He never dared enter the hotel, always kissing her hand goodbye on the steps. For if the clerk saw, he knew he would be done for.

While hope and love lingered in his chest, squeezing him tightly, he never fully let himself indulge in that pleasure. After all, he was just a lunger waiting to die. He’d soil the the very name of any respecting woman with his desires and for once he didn’t have it in him.

Y/N finished up her bourbon, eyelashes fluttering up at him. “Will you let me pay tonight?”

“So stubborn for such an angelic face.” Doc grinned while paying her bill. “But no, darlin’. I am but a gentleman.”

The air was easier at night, cool and crisp against their skin. She was wrapped around his arm, head resting against his bicep. “Doc?” He let out a hum. “Do you…” she wasn’t sure what question longed to be asked. Do you like it here? Do you want to come up to my room? Do you like me?

“Nevermind. It’s silly.”

“Silly? From my little daisy? Nonsense.” Doc spun her around in his arms, holding her. The bustle teasing him through the fabric of her dress. Green eyes commanded attention. Calloused fingertips held her soft chin in his hands.

“Do you believe in love?”

Without missing a beat, he smiled his crooked smile. “Why yes, Y/N, yes I surely do.” Tenderly, his lips brushed her forehead. “Now, let’s get you to bed my dear.”

So it continued over several weeks. Touches becoming longer, necklines becoming lower. Guilt gnawed at his chest, thorny vines of shame bubbling out his throat. Pushing that away, Doc focused on hustling, gambling, drinking, and hating Johnny Ringo.

Wyatt puffed on a cigar, frowning as Doc engaged with Ringo. As Doc boasted that he was, “In his prime.” Wyatt reached for a gun under the table. Doc’s favored lover, Kate, stood at his side.

“Yes.” Johnny Ringo nodded, tipping his head toward Kate. “I’m sure your daylight darlin’ would love to know that.”

Doc lunged at Ringo causing a series of tumbling until Ringo was tossed out of the bar. “Fine you lunger, I’ll tell her!”

Fear set in. A cold fear chilled Doc’s bones like when he watched his mother die of the consumption. Death would be a relief in comparison to the heartache of losing his Y/N. Doc spent more of his evenings in her company and less in Kate’s. Once he was sure Ringo was nothing more than a belligerent drunk, (not wholly unlike himself) Doc resumed his usual activities.

Perhaps there was a thrill or he was a glutton for punishment. Doc was never sure. He would swear that he would spend the money he won on Y/N and when she asked what he did for a living hiding behind the badge of Wyatt Earp was a wonderful response.

Still, Y/N longed for more of her Doc. Thoughts and desires consumed her soul so much so the priest at confession was blushing. She wanted Doc in all the ways possible on this earth and beyond. She wanted to care for him, carry his name and his child, be his for whatever time he had left.

She dreamt of him, even on the day that a splitting headache and painful reminder she did not bare his fruit it. Y/N cancelled their usual dinner plans in exchange for a bath. Though the longer she soaked in the lavender (that he bought, the scent almost close to the lilac bushes from his youth), the pain rolled into longing. Deciding on the nicest dress he bought her, she dressed and pinned up her hair.

It was later than usual for their time together, but she couldn’t wait to see his eyes twinkle and his plump lips turn up into a smile. Rushing down the stairs, she made her way to The Oriental.

And, just like it had months ago, the darkness illuminated a man outside. Not her long and lean hero, but his devilish foil. The red sash around Ringo’s waist swayed in the breeze.

“Why Miss Y/L/N, The Oriental at night is no place for a woman of your nature. Perhaps it best I escort you home.”

“I’ll be quite alright, Mr. Ringo. Thank you.”

If Johnny wasn’t weathered by sun and by time, he would have felt remorse. Or perhaps loyalty to Doc. They were not that different and neither man deserved the sweet settling nature of Y/N. So yes, he decided, he was going to break Y/N’s heart.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you darlin’.”

The Oriental bounced with life. Music blared from the piano , whiskey sloshed on the floor, and cards fell on tables. It was very different from the space she was used to with Doc. But the thought of Doc and breathing in his scent was enough to draw her in.

Pausing at the bar for a drink, she surveyed the saloon. Wyatt sat proudly in the dealers spot, smoking. His eyes caught Y/N’s with a wince.

Y/N trailed her eyes in the direction of Wyatt’s. Her chest tightened like the attacks she used to get back home. Doc sparkled with sweat, beads of it drenching his shirt. An empty bottle sat on the table, the only buffer between him and the woman.

Y/N didn’t know the woman, hadn’t really seen her around. Still, not knowing who she was didn’t really lessen the pain of what she was. She was Doc’s. The woman patted the sweat off his forehead and stroked through his hair. And worst of all, only one of Doc’s hands was visible.

A burning rose through Y/N’s throat with the heartache. Her eyes blurred with tears. She desperately wanted to scream at him, to even whisper his name would do. But all she could do was let out a cough to mask the sob and leave.

“I’m walking you home, Miss Y/L/N.” Ringo held out his arm but Y/N pushed by it.

“Jesus woman, don’t you understand that lunger doesn’t care?!” Ringo shouted grabbing her elbow. “He sees her every night.”

He pulled her tight to his chest. Rough hands reached under her skirt grabbing the virgin flesh underneath. “He does?” It sounded pathetic falling from her lips.

“He beds her in that same boarding house you’re in.”

The wail that left het lips was enough for a crowd to rush out. Wyatt, heroic as ever ran out with Doc trailing behind. Johnny released Y/N from his hold but not before letting Doc see the tearful girl covered in Johnny’s hands.

“Nothing to see here,lunger.” Johnny cackled. “Just a broken heart.”

Johnny disappeared into the night as Doc approached. “Darlin’?”

She turned away from him marching back to the boarding house. “Y/N!”

Picking up her skirts she began to run. Tears stinging her skin, she flew up the stairs to her room. The wind blew in from her opened window; tombstone smelled of death.

Doc stood in the dusty streets. Wyatt offered an assuring squeeze to his shoulder. “I fear I may have defiled myself.”

“A young women scorned is not easily fixed.” Wyatt offered a tight smile.

Doc chased her into the hotel, just missing her slam the door. He knocked on her door, “Y/N? Darlin’ please let me in.”

He rattled the doorknob with urgency. “Please.”

The door swung open revealing a teared stained face. A book hit him, followed by another, and then a third and a dress. “Take your shit Mr. Holliday.” She seethed.

The sound of his name brought his first tear. “Now listen to me, you don’t call me that.” A scolding finger pointed in her face.

Smacking it away, she spat at him. “We have no acquaintance. I was a fool to think I could mean anything to you.”

“Stop that.” He begged fear spiraling through his veins. This was it. He had done it. Ruined something good with evil like his family told him he always would.

“I hate you.”

Doc grabbed her wrists and pulled her to his chest. His arms feeling just like the snare of Ringo. Perhaps all men where just as vile.

“Please, Y/N, say whatever you must just never that.” His lips forced their way onto her skin. Kissing her neck and her lips as she struggled again him. “Damn me, curse me, hell shoot me just never say that.”

Wriggling out of his grasp, chest heaving, Y/N broke down to the floor. “What else is there to say?”

Doc sat with her between his knees, clinging tightly. “I can only apologize for weakness.”

“Every night you bed her down the hall. You’re no gentleman. I am but an object to amuse you. You neither respect nor love me and it’s horrifying that I wanted to bare everything you could give me.”

Everything? Had she shared in his lustful fantasies? Did she fully return his affection? “I sincerely want everything with you, daisy.”

“No.”

Doc stayed until she fell asleep in a pitiful puddle in his arms. He carried her to bed, earning a wheeze from his lungs.

The cough was worse the next day. His handkerchief blood soaked by midday. It was no surprise to Wyatt when he rushed Doc back to his room, the doctor in tow.

As blood bubbles from his lips, he begged for Y/N. She did not come nor respond when Wyatt pounded on the door. The second day of Doc’s fever, Y/N quietly pleaded at Wyatt to go away.

It was on the third day that the door opened to Wyatt. Dressed plain, no longer donning the silky dresses Doc had bought her, Y/N emerged. Eyes sunken in and skin marked with tracks of tears, she headed to Doc.

“How is he?”

Wyatt offered a sad smile. “Sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked, Mr. Earp.”

A frown crossed his lips as his stomach lurched. “Please, Miss Y/N, don’t shut me out. You’re my friend.” Wyatt sighed. “He’s a dying man unless someone can settle him down. His fever comes and goes.”

There was a stillness in the room that made her stomach churn. Windows were open, letting in better air. The room was filled with the things she’d thrown at him. The dress crumbled up next to him in bed, the books scattered around with pages marked or weighted down.

Y/N watched the slow nature of his chest rise and fall with breathe. Ignoring the sudden numbness in her throat, crossed the room to his bedside. Removing the cloth from his forehead, she wrung it out and refilled in the water basin.

Tenderly, she washed his face, neck, and bare chest. She fluffed up the pillows and pulled the sweat stained sheets down. “Ask for more sheets when you leave. I’ll stay with him today.”

Wyatt merely nodded, waiting to smile until he was out of sight. Doc might just be a lucky bastard yet again.

She cleaned up the room and refilled water while Doc slept. Lunch was delivered just before A coughing fit roused him from a fitful sleep. “Drink.” She held a cool glass to his lips.

Doc merely nodded, revealing in the relief of water on this throat. He opened his mouth to speak but her finger tapped his lips. “No. Even if I wanted to hear what you had to say, you need to rest your throat.”

She sat the glass down. “I’m going to change the the top sheet if that’s alright.” Glazed eyes focused on her and he nodded.

As she peeled back the sheets she did her best not to stare at him. His lean body shimmering with sweat. Muscles rippled beneath curls of hair that trailed down his chest to something she had only dreamed about.

Tucking him into the new sheets, her chest hurt with the thought that someone else had seen him and touched him. Someone who wasn’t here while he lay dying. Pleasure would not be here to give.

A clammy hand grabbed her wrist and led her hand over his stomach. Whines left his throat.her cool hands were a relief and he needed that in more ways that just one.

“No.” Things were different. Just three days before she would have slipped into the delirium of his touch. But now, bile crawled up her throat.

She left his side momentarily to grab soup and a spoon. “It’s cooled enough so it shouldn’t hurt. You must eat and rest.”

Doc might have been delirious with fever, but he was hopeful. None of his escapades had ever valued his life the way she seemed too. His very soul lay between gentle hands that fed him. Flashbacks of himself at his mothers side broke through bought of fever and he was certain that this was love.

It was late that night when Doc awoke with a start. Pain no longer resonated with each breath. Sweat did not fall over him.

Pushing himself up against the headboard, he rolled his shoulders. Adjusting to the candle lit room, he knew he was not alone. Linen pants and a cotton tie front shirt were folded at the foot of the bed. He grabbed them, they didn’t smell of sweat or liquor, they were new. Water was running in his bathroom.

Leaning on his cane, thighs trembling with each step. Nudging the door open, he finds Y/N on her knees filling the claw foot tub. A minty smell tickles his nose and swirls into his chest. He breathes without much pain.

The cotton of her slip is all she wears under a corset. Lace flowers and ivory fabric that he had not yet gotten to see taunt him. “Why I do believe this is heaven.”

If Doc squinted, he was sure he saw a crinkle of a smile. “Let me help you in.”

“Why yes I’m sure of it now, this is heaven. I fear have been wrongly placed I am a sinner of the worst kind.” A hum of acknowledgment told him enough.

Gentle hands held his as she trembled into the bath. Easing himself in, his lungs cleared momentarily. “I can breathe.”

“Eucalyptus. Group of travelers were selling it when I went to buy your clothes. Said it helped.”

“My modern woman.” A blissful sigh let his lips at another deep inhale. “How long did the doctors give me?”

A sharp glare chilled the steaming bathroom. “You could live if you changed.” Y/N snapped. “But you choose to drink and smoke and bed whores every night. Perhaps I wasted my time on a dead man.”

He’s convinced his heart breaks again then. Watching green eyes trail with tears, his own reflecting the same. “Please do not think of me as time ill spent.”

“I will not think of you at all.”

“Daisy, that is even worse.” He reached for her hand once more, finding nothing. “Please?”

Fingers brushed his. “I’m leaving.”

For the first time since his raising from the dead, Doc coughed. Eyelashes fluttering rapidly. “I beg your pardon?” Doc imagined a lot of things with Y/N and none of those were leaving Tombstone (or at least not without their family and Wyatt).

“I have no prospects here. My benefactor provided plenty of funds. I’ve heard Denver has nice mountain air.”

“No prospects? What ever do you mean? My intentions were not clear to you?” Calloused fingers stroked her jaw.

“I’m as good as used.” She forced her bruised wrists to him. Pulling up her shift, he saw purple finger tips scattered on precious skin. “He touched me Doc, like you touched her. No one will marry me now.”

Like you touched her. Envy, rage, regret, and list churned in his stomach. A Pitiful series of “No’s” left his lips as he pulled her towards him by her skirt. He tried to stand but she eased him back in. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” It was small, barely a whisper. Water splashed over the tub and onto her giving peeks of sweet skin underneath.

“I do not deserve the luxury of you.” His finger trailed over her collar bone and up her neck. “I have not felt happiness like this since I was a foolish young man. Still foolish now.” Tracing the rose of her lips, he tapped her plump bottom lip forcing his finger just between. “I’m deviant Y/N, I’m a vile sinner who thinks unspeakable things about you daily and wanted to ruin it. Why live when you could not possibly want me to tarnish you?”

“What about your intentions you just spoke of?”

“Well my daisy I am selfish as well. I want To keep you as my wife. I just have these vices I wish to shield you from. I love you more than life. I would die to keep you happy.”

“Oh doc please don’t say such things!” She flung herself around his shoulders hugging him close.

Slowly, due to his healing and uncertainty of their relationship, he peeled her into the tub. Still clothed in now sheer cotton, Y/N dared a peek out from the crook of his neck. “Doc?” Breathy, she hardly recognized her own voice.

“May I have the pleasure of loving you?” He trailed finger along her clavicle. “Of keeping you as mine?”

“Yes.”

“Forever Mrs. Holliday?”

Daring a kiss to his lips, she hummed. “Forever.”

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[dragon-kazansky]

I'm not drooling

Val! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Female reader

This is pretty self-indulgent of me.

Bruce is sitting right there half naked. Of course, you're going to look.

♡♡♡

It didn't matter to you that Bruce and Dick were arguing. It was of no surprise that Bruce would tell him no, but you weren’t about to get in the middle of them. Both of them would just have to see from the other’s point of view.

Your mind was focused on something else. You were sat a little bit off to the side, lightly nibbling on the nail of your thumb. Your eyes were slowly trailing along the bare chest of Bruce Wayne. Alfred was patching him up after his fight. Meaning, he was sitting half naked in front of you.

Dick was really unhappy, going by the sound of his voice. It still felt best not to intervene, but then you heard your name and you had to look away from the glorious sight you had been admiring.

“Are you even listening?” Dick asks.

“What were you talking about?” You ask in return.

Dick sighs.

“You’re not even paying attention. You’re just drooling over Bruce.” Dick storms off, fed up. You want to call out to him, but his name dies on your tongue.

Turning back around, you find Bruce looking at you.

“I was NOT drooling,” you state. You get up and walk over to the desk to make yourself look busy.

Bruce smiles as he watches you.

“Come here,” he says.

You stop your fiddling and slowly turn around, looking him. He is sat back in his chair smiling at you. Still half naked.

“You can look. I don’t mind.”

God, you were feeling all kinds of things. It wasn’t fair that he was just sitting there looking handsome. Chest out for all to see. If you were any closer there was no way you would be able to keep your hands to yourself.

“Come here, I said.”

Oh, he was serious about that.

“Why? I can you perfectly fine from here.” There is absolutely no way you could behave yourself.

“Just, come here.”

He beckons you over with his fingers. Well, now he’s just asking for trouble.

You take a couple steps closer and stand there.

The small little laugh that escapes his lips has you squeezing your knees together. God, this man was so unfair.

“Closer,” he beckons.

“Isn’t this close enough?”

“Not for me. I can’t touch you from over there,” he says. You’re pretty sure you just died and went to heaven. There is no way he just said that.

Seeing that you weren’t making a move, Bruce leans forward in his chair, careful of the wound on his side. He smiles softly as he holds his hand out to you. He wants you closer.

You look at his hand and then back at him. He’s daring you to take it with his eyes. You reach out and place your hand in this. Bruce moves quickly. With a tug that’s not too hard he pulls you forward. You fall into his lap, his open legs allowing you space to get as close as possible. His arms are quick to wrap around you and you have no choice but to be against his bare chest.

His chest vibrates as he laughs.

“Bruce!”

“I don’t mind you looking. I don’t mind if you’re drooling over me. When it comes to you, I never mind,” he says.

“Bruce?”

He lets you go enough for you to move and look up at him. He meets your eyes.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he tells you.

“Felt like what?” You ask, voice merely a whisper.

“This,” he mutters.

Next thing you know, his lips are on yours and you’re kissing him back. Palms flat against his chest as you try to keep up with his hungry kiss. You never thought you would ever find yourself in this position with Bruce Wayne.

He parts from you, but not too far. You’re still wrapped up in his arms.

“I find the bedroom a much more comfortable place,” he says, voice smooth as silk.

“Oh?”

“As do I, Master Wayne. I shall leave you both to it,” Alfred says. You had forgotten he was still in the room. 

Bruce grins as his butler excuses himself.

“Shall we?” He asks, looking at you.

“You don’t want to take me to dinner first?”

Bruce brushes his lips against yours.

“I think we’re past that, don’t you?”

You smile and stand up slowly, hand catching his before you were too far away. He stands up, not once having his eyes leave yours.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the bedroom,” you tell him.

He smiles.

“Better behave then,” he tells you.

How can you possibly behave when he’s looking at you like that! And he’s still half naked! It’s your turn to pull him along as you walk. Bruce stays right behind you all the way to the bedroom.

The door shuts behind him. You let go of his hand as you stare at him.

“Tell me, Bruce. What do you desire?”

“You.”

You smile as he closes the gap between you and kisses you exactly the same way he did down in the cave.

Neither Alfred nor Dick sees you for the rest of the night. Alfred, however, does see you in the morning, half covered as you’re wrapped up in Master Wayne’s arms.

He smiles and just gets on with his job.

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

One more for your 3K Song with Iceman please?

Here you go, babe!

3k Celebration Mini Drabbles

You’re sulking outside of the bar when your husband steps outside, looking for you.

Iceman approaches you cautiously and puts a hand on your arm. “They’re playing our song,” he says quietly.

You scoff. “Did you put it on?”

He purses his lips with a small smirk. “I might have.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not in a dancing mood.”

He squeezes your arm gently. “Okay, let’s not dance.” He leans into the window of the bar with a sigh and pulls you toward himself, wrapping his arms around your waist. “We can just listen to it.”

You let your body relax into his despite your residual resentment.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” he whispers in your ear.

You lean the back of your head into his shoulder. “A little late.”

“I’m sorry for my part in it,” he says softly, his mouth resting on your temple. “Let’s just not fight anymore.” You close your eyes as he kisses you repeatedly on the head, his arms flexing as his hold on you tightens. “I love you, baby,” he mutters.

You smile. “Okay,” you say resignedly. “We can go dance.”

3k celebration

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[icemavschild]

GUYS! ITS BEEN MONTHS!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED!

I got a new phone.

I lost my acc

It took me forever to figure out what email I used

I FINALLT FOUND IT

it’s gonna take some time with seeking solace and a few other fics

But I will get there!

I SWEARRRRRR

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[nyx2021]

Imagine being in the military and coming home to Val Kilmer.

Warnings: swearing and military stuff.

Now this man would worry the entire time you were on deployment, it didn’t matter if it was a 3 month deployment for the air force or a 18 month long one for the army/marines or somewhere in between for the navy.

Whilst he would worry he’d be so proud of you that you are willing to sacrifice your life for your country.

Now the leaving process is definitely harder than the coming home as he won’t let go of you when you are about to leave (either at the dock where your ship/carrier is or the airport for your plane to the place your going to.) he’d kiss you long and hard before you had to leave, even going as far to dip you back and remove your cover from you head to shield you from your fellow soldiers/sailors/aviators view.

He’d cherish every call or email you’d make and he’d send you care packages whenever he was able to, consisting usually of one of his hoodies or shirts he’d be wearing recently so you were doused in his scent.

Now when you are coming home:

If you aren’t injured, he’d know you would be extremely tired but happy to be home. He’d pamper you for about a week of your time off after your deployment but then you’d be looked after and he’d always check in on how you were feeling. He’d ensure your mental health was watched as well.

Now if you are injured. It’s a different story… a very different story: if it is a small but substantial wound then he will pamper you and ensure you get checked out by the hospital. Now…. If it is a large wound which has already been sorted out, he wouldn’t let you lift a finger or get out of bed.

Now I’m not going to bring up what would happen if you returned in a coffin. I’m just not.

He’d look after you no matter the way you come

I can’t attach this to my masterlist yet. Sorry

Nyx

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[hotgirlmav]

Fatal Attraction — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

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

Description: Much like every other person that came across Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, you had developed quite the crush on him. What made you different, though, was that you were the niece of his direct superior. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he shouldn’t entertain the idea in the slightest, but a little teasing never killed anyone, right?

Warnings: Explicit language, insane dirty talk, semi-possessive Iceman, sexual thoughts and tension, allusions to smut, so much pining, degradation kink, Iceman not wanting to pull a Maverick, Iceman doing just that. You know the drill.

Word Count: 4,279.

A/N: Not only was this much longer than I expected, but it ended up being much dirtier. I’M SORRY, Iceman just does something to me. He does something to all of us. Val Kilmer, you will PAY FOR THIS.

Requests are still open!

Another Friday morning. How lovely.

You were currently making your way to Commander Mike Metcalf’s office, commonly known around those grounds as Viper. The skylight beaming throughout the windows of the naval building illuminated the hallway before you, further reminding you of just how tired you were.

Every single day for the entire month that you were in San Diego, your uncle would forget his lunch. In several ways, his unintentional forgetfulness reminded you very deeply of your father, further proving just why those two were best friends. Had it not been for you, the containers so articulately and thoughtfully prepared by your aunt would have remained right where she left them on the granite countertop.

The first time it happened, you figured that you would just take it to the base on your way out, seeing as you had a few light errands to run. That was all it took for that very action to become a key part of your daily routine for the entire duration of your visit. You would never complain, though. Not when you were happily occupying the guest bedroom in his very, very beautiful house.

To be quite fair, not all of it was so bad. It thrilled you to see the stunning aircrafts taking off on the runways as you stole glances out of the windows, and it was always fun to hang out in your uncle’s office. The best parts, however, were the pilots.

God, the pilots.

The naval aviators studying at Top Gun were nothing short of cocky, but it wasn’t as if they had no reason to be. They were young, they were the best at what they did, they were hot shit— they were the future of the Navy. The very world was at their fingertips, and they were well aware of that fact.

Your uncle had warned you about these men. Some of them got a bit too cocky, resulting in them crashing and burning. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, as brutal as that was. For the most part, you heeded his warnings with ease, taking the warmest comfort in knowing that his expertise on the subject had been perfected over the course of your entire lifetime. You had been flirted with by quite a few of the men, but it never seemed to have any impact on you. None of them really captured your interest, nor did they properly catch your eye.

Well— none of them except Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, of course.

From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you were completely hooked. You had no idea whether it was because of his undeniably indescribable beauty, his electrifyingly powerful aura, his domineering and enigmatic attitude, his precision when flying, his irresistibly alluring charm, or his very evident intellect. All you knew was that whatever it was, it completely consumed you. It devoured you.

Never in your life had you hungered for another human being so deeply. The very sight of him set your heart ablaze, despite him acting as a walking example of everything your uncle warned you against.

In your most humble defense, you thought your uncle should consider himself lucky that you weren't madly in love with Maverick, but that was another story.

The very thought of Iceman put quite the smile on your face as you entered the vacant office, any remainder of sleep in your eyes disappearing into thin air. You inhaled sharply as a means to take a deep breath and sauntered over to his desk, absentmindedly leaving the door open behind you.

Your mind began to wander in just the few seconds it took for you to walk. What was Iceman doing? Would he be happy to see you, if he even did? How did flying go today? Did Maverick piss him off again? You didn’t even have to ask that one, you already knew what the answer was.

What went through that pretty head of his? After asking yourself the question, you realized just how much you truly wanted to know the answer to it. Even though you had only been in his presence for just a month and you had only slightly conversed with one another, you wanted to know everything there was to know about the enigmatic man. You wanted to know why he was the way he was, why he did the things that he did. Everything. You wanted to go back to where it all began, you wanted to know every minute detail that he probably hadn’t even noticed himself. You wanted to know if the cheeky little glances and the few devious smirks he’d flash you whenever you briefly spoke meant anything, or if that was just something he did to everyone.

After just a moment, a very particular voice rang through your ears like no other, your heart falling to your feet once you heard it. You hadn’t even reached the desk once it pierced your ears; the containers were still in your hand.

“There she is.”

You turned your head and there he was.

A subtly grinning Tom Kazansky, fully adorned in his flight suit. Because of how engulfed you were in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realize that training must have been over. Men had been roaming the halls outside the office for a few minutes now, much to your chagrin. That man in particular, however, noticed you the second he entered the building.

Immediately, your lips were curling into a wide grin, not even being able to fight your excitement as you giggled at just the sight of him. Trying to hold your composure as calmly as possible, you turned and set the containers on Viper’s desk, your back now facing him. “Good morning, Ice.”

Had you not missed making an appearance yesterday, you felt as though you would have been much more collected. It was the only day in the past month that you didn’t show up to drop off lunch, and the Iceman withdrawal was hitting you with the intensity of ten hammers. The thing that bothered you the most about it was the fact that he couldn’t have been thinking about you. No, of course not. While you were lying awake at the thought of not seeing Tom Kazansky for the first time in a month, you were sure that he was chatting up some blonde, sipping his ice water with his aviators on his stupidly beautiful face.

That asshole.

“I missed you yesterday.” He told you so casually, treating the words as if they were as simple as him asking you what the weather was. To him, the words were nothing more than a simple little fact, but to you, they were the warmest sentiment you had ever received. Your heart both stopped and sped up as your eyes widened, your back still turned to him.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard his words, something that did not go unnoticed by him. Your eyebrows were furrowed as your widened eyes stayed firmly on the surface of the desk. Your fingers were still lightly planted on the containers while you stood, not even looking over your shoulder as you spoke before you could think. “You noticed I was gone?”

Iceman was aware of your reaction the second you froze. He didn’t fight the smirk that was forming on his face, seeing as your back was still turned to him. Had you been looking at him, he wouldn’t have embarrassed you with the way his gaze was glued to your figure. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his eyes were heavily clouded with lust as they were planted on you. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his cheek was hollowed from the way he was biting the inside of it. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way he was eye-fucking you the same way you did to him whenever he had his back to you.

Within the next few seconds, though, the words that fell from his lips seemed to be what sent you over the edge. You could practically hear your heart pounding out of your chest as you felt your entire body heat up. Weirdly enough, even as hot as your skin felt, you felt goosebumps rising along your spine.

“I notice a lot of things about you.”

That was enough for you to finally let go of the container, making an attempt to face him very casually. Your body turned and you immediately cleared your throat at the sight of him, trying your hardest to disguise it as something very normal. Even under all of his aviation gear, you could see that his toned body was a bit tense. His sunglasses must have been in one of his pockets, seeing as you had a full view of his face.

“Like?” You further egged him on, mentally patting yourself on the back for it.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fall into the trap. Take the bait. Come on.” You thought to yourself as you gazed over at him, silently hoping he wouldn’t examine your face the way you were trying to examine his.

You silently hoped that he would be oblivious to your feelings about him, but even the furthest person in the building could identify the lust in your eyes. You were blinking almost every second as a means to suppress your excitement, but there was no use. His eyes were firmly fixated on yours, and you could feel your heart continue to race as a result. You wondered if he saw the look in your eyes for what it was; a mixture of lust, desire, and admiration.

For someone as cold as Iceman was, he was not an asshole. He could see the look in your eyes as clear as day, of course he could. He recognized that very look in nearly every woman that looked at him. The most notable difference, though, was that he wanted you to look at him.

To say that Tom Kazansky had quite an effect on people, typically women, was an extreme understatement. From his enchantingly full lips, to his quite muscularly toned frame, to his domineering aura, even to his precision, it was safe to say that he knew all eyes were on him when he entered a room. For the love of all that is holy, he’s Iceman.

He’d be a fool to think that he wasn’t the subject of most people’s desires, and a fool was the last thing he was.

Regardless of how he knew people gawked at him, dreamt of him, and even craved him, none of it seemed to truly capture his interest. For all that it was worth, the man was practically next to unattainable. He liked to have fun, yes, but all of his focus went to flying. It was very safe to say that people were able to catch his eye, but never his interest.

Everyone except you, that is.

From the moment you caught his eye on the first day you came, he was intrigued. The pure confusion in your eyes as you tried to navigate the corridors had him in quite a trance, which did not go unnoticed by his friends.

“Slider, who is that?” The words fell from his lips with what was almost an embarrassing amount of interest. His eyes fixated on you as if he was scared to look away.

Slider glanced over at you once he heard his friend ask the question, his eyebrows raising at the sight. There was no denying that you were a beautiful woman. From the way your precious sundress hugged your waist and flowed just to your mid-thigh, Iceman had to nudge Slider to prevent him from devouring your body with his eyes. In doing so, Slider figured that he was telling him to back off. He figured that he was claiming you, and due to the fact that Slider was very highly up Iceman’s ass, he would oblige.

Before he could answer, you met both of their gazes and took a sharp breath, assuming that they were silently laughing at you for how lost you were. You flashed a gentle smile once you saw Slider kindly nod at you as a greeting, making your way over.

“Excuse me.” Your heavenly voice filled Iceman’s ears, causing him to stand up straight. You were speaking to Slider when you went over, but once you caught a glimpse of the man beside him, your mind went completely blank. Your lips parted as you gazed up at him, blinking a few times before you forced the words out. “Do you know where I can find Mike Metcalf’s office?”

“Viper?” Iceman asked with furrowed eyebrows, knowing you must not have been from around there by the way you neglected Viper’s callsign. You rolled your eyes at your own mistake and let out a small giggle, nodding your head.

“Yes, I’m sorry. He’s my uncle, I was just dropping by because he forgot his lunch.” You sweetly told the two pilots, both of them clearly quite surprised at the revelation.

“No, no way. You’re too pretty to be related to Viper.” Slider casually remarked, earning one of the coldest glares that Iceman could conjure up. You let a small laugh out at the flattery, shaking your head slightly in response.

“He’s my dad’s best friend. I’ve just known him as my uncle my whole life.” You gently spoke, a cheeky little grin on your face as you decided to tease the taller man. “I’ll tell your commander that you said that.”

Slider’s life flashed before his eyes as Iceman let out a cool chuckle at your words, causing you to silently and subtly swoon. You glanced over at him with a warm grin, your breath hitching in your throat as you finally met his intense gaze.

“Two doors to the left, sweetheart. You were almost there.” Iceman told you in a tone that would’ve made anyone fold right then and there, the smirk on his face tying it all up. You immediately swallowed once you felt your mouth water and shifted in your stance, not being able to help the smile that was on your face.

“Thank you, um…” You began, now noticing that they hadn’t introduced themselves to you.

Slider opened his mouth to speak, but it was no use. Iceman was already politely extending his large hand, the size of it almost making you faint.

“Iceman.” He stated it in a way that you couldn’t properly identify. It wasn’t cocky, but it was definitely sure of himself. Yes, that was it. He was very sure of himself.

You shifted the container to one of your hands and used your free one to grip his, the firmness in both of your hands as you shook causing you to suppress a literal moan. Your hand was quite small and warm, as opposed to his large, cold one. Your skin was soft; his was calloused. You didn’t want to let go, but any second longer would have resulted in you just pouncing on him.

“Iceman.” You repeated in a mutter, causing his smirk to return and his attraction to replace all hints of professionalism that still remained in his expression. You took a deep breath and retracted your hand, kindly smiling at the pair of them as you snapped out of it. “Thank you both.”

Once you began to walk away, Iceman made no attempt to hide the fact that he was gazing at you. Your figure was now an image that was burned into his memory, something that came in handy in his dirtiest and most desperate moments. You truly would never know that Iceman had taken quite an interest in you long before you had taken one in him.

“Viper’s niece. There’s your answer.” Slider chirped out as an answer to his former question, looking down at his watch.

“Not biologically.” Iceman responded in a way that sounded all too familiar, causing him to furrow his own eyebrows. He didn’t even know where that came from.

“Yeah, Ice, good luck with that. See how well Commander Viper would take you being laid up with his niece, blood or not.” Slider dryly laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t pull a Maverick.”

The reference to Maverick relentlessly trying to get Charlie was something they all made fun of, despite not knowing that he had been successful in doing so. Immediately, Iceman’s face dropped.

Maverick. Maverick would try you. Holy FUCK, Maverick would definitely try you.

“Shut up, Slider.” Iceman seethed through his teeth lowly at the thought, taking a sharp breath. Once he put his aviators on, he only tried to disregard the thought of you. He had worked incredibly hard to get where he was, and he refused to put his lust before his work. That was the difference between him and Maverick. He was logical, and Maverick was the most impulsive person in the world.

Iceman cleared his throat as the thought of meeting you flashed throughout his mind so briefly, now meeting your gaze. You recognized the way he cleared his throat and didn’t even try to hide your smirk, as it was the way you always did when he teased you.

You made him flustered.

“Like what, Iceman?” You asked in an even softer tone than before, your head tilting to the side. You could see the lust in his eyes for the first time since you met him, trying not to let it corrupt your position of having the upper-hand.

In true Iceman fashion, however, he refused to not be the one in control.

A cold chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, now standing up straight. The sound of his boots hit the floor in a way that made you feel as if you were listening to a sweet tune. He slowly inched inside of the office before he used his large hand to push the door shut behind him, doing so very quietly.

“I don’t think you can handle it.” He teased you in a light tone, his voice almost intimidating you as you tried your hardest not to shift. Now, he was standing in front of you, the smirk on his face prominent as he used his tongue to wet his lips. Unbeknownst to you, he only did so to see if you would gaze at his lips during the process. Much to his satisfaction, you did.

Your lips parted as you basked in the sight, completely submitting to him in that moment. He wanted the power, and you let him mercilessly take it. Trying your best to fight against the situation, you gulped silently and said the very first words that crossed your mind.

“Try me.”

For such small and seemingly harmless words, they truly acted as the match to the sensitive gas tank that was his self-restraint. He knew that it was incredibly unwise to jeopardize his position by involving himself with you, but he could no longer control himself. From your parted lips to your doe-like eyes, he found himself unable to resist you. The privacy of the four walls in the office intoxicated him in a way alcohol would. The mere fact that he could make a complete mess out of you with no one knowing filled his head, but what prevented him from doing so was the fear of getting caught.

Fuck, you two couldn’t get caught.

For the love of God, you were in his commander’s office. To add even more danger to the situation, you were the niece of that very commander. Not only would he be severely punished if he was caught with someone there, but if he was caught with you there, Viper would just fuck him up. None of that mattered to him in the moment, though. The way you were slightly backed up to where you were standing in front of the desk was enough for him to disregard his thoughts. Gazing at the needy little look in your eyes, he decided to use the risks to his advantage.

Still standing right in front of you, he took his time in dipping his head down, your hands practically shaking as you felt his lips not even a few centimeters away from yours. You could feel his minty breath hit your lips as he parted his own, causing you to grip the edges of the desk behind you.

“How would your uncle feel if he knew this is what you did at his job, hm?” He whispered to you, his lips slightly brushing against yours as he spoke. He was that close to you.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit ashamed, even though that was not his goal at all. If you weren’t as aroused as you were, you probably would have stopped whatever was transpiring between the pair of you.

“How would he feel if he knew that while he was out serving his country, you were in his office, practically begging to be fucked by one of his colleagues?” His whisper hit your lips once more, your eyebrows furrowing in desperation as your mouth slightly fell open. You wanted him, you craved him. You needed him.

The look on your face caused his large hands to find shelter on your hips, his grip making it seem as though he was holding onto you for dear life. He effortlessly lifted you off of your feet and almost roughly set you down on the desk, wasting no time in spreading your legs for him to step in between.

You didn’t even slightly resist. You were his for the taking.

“How would he feel,” he trailed, his rough fingertips running along your bare thighs before he lifted one of his hands, gently yet firmly gripping your neck with it. “If he knew that you were on his desk, begging to be fucked like the dirty little slut you are?”

You had never been spoken to that way, both sexually and non-sexually. Your heart was racing as the words traveled from your ears to your stomach, warming your body up entirely. You couldn’t even speak. All you could do was gently grip the fabric of his flight suit, which wasn’t aiding your desire for him in the slightest bit.

“He could walk in here at any time, but you don’t care.” Iceman coldly chuckled at your needy little expression, his lips still hardly away from yours. Teasing you even further, his head tilted to the opposite side that yours was tilted to, the tip of his tongue lightly running across your parted lips. You finally let a small whine out, having had quite enough of his teasing. You swatted at his chest and properly crashed your lips onto his, silently thanking every higher power for the fact that he returned your kiss.

The kiss was foul. Both of you were desperately trying to taste one another, the sounds coming from you two being enough to kill a nun. In the process of it all, he had pulled your hips closer to his, your sundress riding up as he did so. The thin fabric of your panties and his entire flight suit separated you from his bulge, but you could still definitely feel it. Before you could even begin grinding your hips the way you wanted to, he detached his lips from yours and chuckled softly, glancing down at the beautiful sight underneath him.

“All you want is for me to fuck you stupid and leave you a pathetic, needy little mess. Used like the fucking toy you are.” He seethed through his teeth in a way that sent you in a whirlwind, causing your back to arch for the man.

With the sound of rising chatter in the hallways outside of the office, both of you were brought out of your lust-driven haze, resulting in the most sexual tension you had ever been in. He let a chuckle escape his lips at the sight of you as he took a deep breath, stepping back a few times.

“I told you that you couldn’t handle it.” He teased you in a tone that made you roll your eyes, standing up from your position on the desk. You fixed your sundress and hid the way that you were smiling from him, your head turned away from him.

“Listen, a few of the guys and I are going to play volleyball after training.” He informed you with a hint of something you couldn’t quite recognize. For a second, it almost sounded like Iceman, the Iceman, was a bit nervous. “Maybe you can come with us. Hold my shirt for me, throw rocks at Maverick and Goose. You know.”

Your lips curled into the biggest smile he had ever seen, your gaze on him telling him just how long you had been waiting for him to ask you out, even if it was to do something as small as watching him play volleyball.

“Maybe, we’ll see. I’ll throw rocks at whoever’s losing.” You teased him gently, earning an amused chuckle as he opened the door. “I’ve heard that there’s just something about that Maverick. I think he has a real shot at winning.”

The dull and playful glare made your incessant teasing worthwhile, but what he said before he left was what made you giggle and squeeze your eyes shut once you were alone.

“Try telling me that again after I make a pretty, whimpering mess out of you.”

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[madladysix]

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[mess-with-a-purpose]

Lovable Genius

Pairing: Chris Knight x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: The power problem is leaving Chris feeling frustrated but you decide to help even with your limited science expertise. You ramble about a Ray Bradbury short story to spark some inspiration. Cuteness ensues along with first time “I love yous.”

Warnings: none; just chris being adorkable and nerdy

You had curled yourself up on Chris’ unmade bed with a Jordan Cochran original makeshift lap desk held over your thighs. A well-loved copy of Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man sat next to a scribble-heavy notebook. Tonight’s focus was “The Veldt” and your analysis was smeared across the page with trails of blue as your thoughts had come quicker than the ink could dry. Chris perched at his desk, his textbooks and papers sprawled out in his own organized mayhem. Part of that mayhem also included empty Coke cans, chocolate wrappers, and a coffee ring he’d left over intricate notes for a particular transfusion equation that you asked him to explain just to see his face gloss over with concentration.

This was how the pair of you preferred to work: sharing the space to offer emotional support, though neither could complete the other’s task. People joke that this is what makes you so perfect for each other. The cliche of “opposites attract” is a plague on your relationship without a speck of irony. The truth is, you wish you could understand Chris’ work. Understand all the lingo with fancy equations to pair with it, the weird symbols that coincide with the numbers and letters. Science for you was homemade slime chucked across high school lab tables or food models of cells that became toothpick-spiked clumps of cake, frosting, and jolly ranchers. Chris knows this but he also knows you love seeing him talk about his passions.

“But I can’t synthesize the excited bromide to that degree, not without–” Chris sighed, rubbing his palms over his exhausted face, leaning back in his chair with a frustrated groan as he closed his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for your eccentric dork in all his foiled glory. Five megawatts was an absolute bitch.

Concentration interrupted for good reason, you stop chewing your pen cap to sneak a glance at Chris. Extending your leg for a brief stretch, you push your foot against his swivel chair to rock him for a moment.

“Hey, genius, would you be prepared if virtual reality took over our perception of life as we know it?” You ask softly, pen cap still between your lips as you jot down a quick note and further smear words across the page. The side of your palm is sporting a new blue tinge.

No response. Another foot rock. “Hey, hot stuff,” still nothing. The pen drops from your lips and becomes an impromptu bookmark as you mimic your boyfriend’s sigh. God damn it, he knew exactly what he was doing, the dick. 

You roll your eyes, understanding his subliminal message tucked into his demeanor. You didn’t want to cave but you knew it would help. Taking another second to let him stew, you quickly cook up a tactic to scratch that big-ass brain of his. 

God damn you, Chris Knight.

One more foot rock and you let out a playful gasp. “Oh my god, babe, my boob is out!” Chris’ eyes excitedly open with a slight dusting of lust and his shit-eating grin. His expression almost immediately stiffens as you giggle.

“Wow, one of the top ten minds in the country and you still can’t figure out when I’m bluffing?” You chuckle as you rest your foot on the arm of his chair. 

Chris switches to his playful smirk. “One day, baby. One day you’ll actually mean it,” his fingers ghost over your toes, earning him a squeal from you as you toss your book at him to foil his sneak attack. It lands in his lap, plopping open as the pen slips to the ground. Your genius takes a glance at the page, the sci-fi material catching his golden retriever attention. You settle back against the wall, your foot resting on the chair and Chris’ hand falling effortlessly to stroke your leg as he skims the contents.

“You’d really like that story, Genius.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Does it just say some random formulas here and there with some bozo trying to solve some obscure problem?”

“Isn’t that the basis of what you do, anyway? Just in a way oversimplified nutshell?” you giggle, grabbing your notebook to flip to your analysis once again.

Chris pauses, still staring at the page. “There’s such thing as a non-simplified nutshell?” his face morphs into a dorky and clueless expression. God, you love that he can’t understand sarcasm at the best of times.

You let out a hearty laugh and point to the book with the pen. “Can I see that for a second, please?” you motion to the book, fingers tucking between the pages of the short story captivating your curiosity. Your eyes observe him delicately for a moment. “You never did answer my question, Genius.”

Chris nestles back into his chair while his fingers drum along your leg. His forehead creased with contemplation, an unusual look for him. “Virtual reality? I thought you already gave me that whole simulation conspiracy,” you open your mouth, prepared to validate yourself but Chris is a step ahead. “which I’m not saying is totally ruled out, but when you look at the probability–”

“It isn’t zero! You said so yourself!” 

“Well no, but–” And there it is.

“Wonderful, another thing to ward people off having kids; not only can your spawn have the emotional capacity of a pinhead but you better look out for when they trap you in a fake safari to be eaten by very real lions if you piss them off!” The last page shoved its way to Chris, blue-stained fingers guiding him to the final paragraph of the parents’ doom as if providing “Exhibit A” in evidence.

You click your tongue, sighing as the last line bores itself into your head. “But, they say it’s only Bradbury’s commentary on our technology dependence,” your eyes glaze over, lines of literary analysis flood your subconscious just waiting to be ranted out.

Suddenly, your throat feels dry and you consider your follow-up question. Chris stares back at his power problem like a parent scolding a taunting child. “Genius?” a shift in his eyes signals he’s attentive. You continue. “What exactly is a five-megawatt laser consistently used for? I mean, that shit’s gotta be powerful–”

Another frustrated sigh. “Well, I can’t really worry about it until I actually finish the damn thing,” thoughtful fingers graze your shin as he resubmerges into endless strings of numbers and letters, back into a foreign land.

“Genius, you said something about bromide,” you felt way out of your wheelhouse, but your voice was somewhat confident. This wasn’t classroom slime or literal cake cells yet you felt a strange familiarity. 

“Mhmm,” Chris tucked his pencil behind his ear while flipping through textbooks.

“Well, you mentioned a few days ago that you can’t keep the laser consistent with the wattage. Why is that?” Adjusting yourself on the bed, you put your book aside and quickly remind him to explain in simple terms, like a five-year-old.

Clearing his throat, Chris flips to the original formula hidden beneath what seems like layers of chicken scratch. “When mommy bromide and daddy argon love each other very much–”

He dodges as a pillow smacks his smug smile. “Don’t be a dick, Genius.”

“Fine, I can try out being a vagina. Think I’ve got a pretty good mock-up right here...” his eyes flicker, that stupid, dork smile sticking around.

Gathering ammo with devious focus, you gear up with the book. “This'll be for your head.”

“Alright, alright,” arms up in playful surrender, he pulls the formula sheet to the front. “The bromide is what goes into the argon matrix to create the energy for the laser via chemical reaction–”

“Yes, I remember that.”

“Our problem is the bromide is not at a high enough state of excitement to maintain a consistent wattage,” his fingers lead you around the page, certain combinations of letters look familiar, “but I can’t figure out how exactly to keep it in a consistently excited stage that doesn’t defy all levels of physics.”

Scrunched in concentration, you provide your limited insight. “Well, if it’s consistency that you need…” you glance back at the rest of the formula, still not making much sense of it but using Chris’ lesson to put certain pieces together.

“I remember in high school science when we learn about the properties of matter… something about stability in relation to chemical potential.”

“The basics.”

“For you, sure, but remember,” you point to your scientific dumbass for good measure. “This is me we’re talking about here.”

Chris nods, his expression almost mocking but you let it slide before continuing. “I remember hearing you say something about bromide needing a certain level of excitement to maintain that level of energy.”

Another nod.

“Well, I’m sure you may have already thought of this before but, given that solids have more chemical potential and stability, is it even possible to do something like, I don’t know, freeze it?” As soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, you backtrack. “Wait, is bromide actually a liquid to begin with?”

A new expression washes over Chris’ face. It wasn’t contemplation, concentration, or frustration. This was… new. He doesn’t answer either question, his newfound expression captivating your concern. He seemed not angry? Was he delighted? A spark came behind his eyes that you recognized; it was the same spark that always accompanied his mischievous nature from the impromptu ice rink to sabotaging Kent’s dorm with his own car. The familiarity came as a comfort while you both processed the moment.

“Genius?” you break the silence only to be met with a burst of enthusiastic energy from your manic boyfriend. 

“Ah-haha!” Chris’ face mirrors that of a jester absolutely beside himself. You let out a squeal as his body catapults you back onto the bed, kisses raining across your face.

“Genius, what –”

“YOU are the genius, you precious bookworm!” another kiss on your cheek paired with a hearty laugh. “HA-HA!”

Chris slows himself, panting as he finds your eyes. Flashes of memories pile into one another: laughing on the green, reading him poetry to talk out your analysis, your confused look as he explains the laser, him propping up your book as you fall asleep in his arms, you giving him a passing kiss before grabbing coffees, helping Jordan with her weird inventions, how your face brightens with an idea and scrunches during a rant. It’s all there.

Here, he makes sense. Here, he can trust. Here, he can see perspective. Here, he’s home.

Bringing his lips to yours, his kiss is passionate and intuitive. Everything he wanted to say was right there and you felt it through your entire body.

“I love you,” Chris says, finding a moment of peace to latch on to.

You grasp his shoulders and squeeze. Giving him a smile, you bite your bottom lip. “And I love you.”

Pulling each other in, you share another kiss before he buries his exhausted face in your neck with a sigh. Your hold on him tightens, neither of you wanting to let this peaceful moment go. Sweet nothings are exchanged between more declarations of “I love you” and kisses. However, you weren’t at all surprised when Chris flipped his switch to change the genre of the mood.

“I love you AND we may have figured out the power problem!” He kisses your lips and forehead so fast, his mouth feels like a ghost as he scampers into the hallway. “Ice is nice!”

Laughter fills the space as you follow Chris and watch him bounce along the walls, jamming himself into Lazlo and an unlucky student. His smile beamed from the stairs before he screams down the foyer to you. “I absolutely love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!”

He trails off as he runs, arms flailing with excitement as you admire from his doorway and laugh.

God damn you, Chris Knight, you lovable genius.

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[shelfwar]

Hello! I love your work! Since your requests are open i was wandering if you could make one

Iceman(top gun)× fem!reader

What's it like to wake up next to him :)

Iceman X fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+?

As always thanks for the request!

You awoke to a warm arm going across your middle as you instinctively started squinting as the sunlight came through the shades. You looked down at the strangers arm and noticed that familiar black band on his ring finger, indicating that Tom was finally home from a 4 month mission out in the Pacific.

The past 4 months were tough, Tom was no longer a call away he was practically non existent in your life. But in your heart he was still on the familiar base that you called home, you and him grew a small family there by adopting a golden retriever named Clover.

The small pup was all you needed in your lives, he knew that you needed some company hence why he bought the dog. But she wasn't enough you needed him, which shifted you into a depression. OK, you take it back she did help you, in ways Ice couldn't; emotionally. She knew when your daily schedule like clock work, like when you didn't want to get up for work. She would pull the sheets off until you would get up and have the energy to start your day.

You shifted over so you could face him, but Clover was laying between you two. Ignoring her you leaned over and slowly kissed Ice, pulling back slowly as he breathed in a deep breath. "Ice?" "Hm?" "Welcome home baby." He opened his eyes and smiled. "Thank you. I see Clover missed me." "Yeah, she missed her daddy." "Don't tempt me,  the dogs right here." You let out a chuckle as Clover rolled over showing her belly.

"Clover? Wanna go for a run?" Clover shot up and started licking his face. "Alright, alright. Come on girl let's go for a much needed run." Clover and Ice got out bed but before Ice left the room he got on top of you and smothered you in kisses. "I missed you." "I missed you more."

Ice placed his chin on your chest watching you gawk at him. You ran your hand threw his blonde hair as he let out a content sigh. "Baby, it was so hellish being on that damn boat with him, him and his arrogance." "Like I keep on telling you, ignore him he's not worth your energy." "Yeah, your right." Ice sighed as he laid his head on your chest, while holding you tightly.

After a while Clover came back into the room, whining at the sight of you two. Iceman was knocked out cold still on you as you happened to fall asleep with him.

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[doingthingsthewriteway]

Moss

request: yes

summary: Daisy Pt. 2. More trials (and a lot of fluff) between doc and daisy

Doc Holliday was a lot of things and stupid was not on that list. Something that often got him in a heap of trouble was his education. Quick witted remarks in a variety of languages would swirl around his brain, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. He was well versed in novels, theater, nocturnes, and even a dash of politics. His understanding of God and the universe was also impressive. 

So no, he certainly wasn’t stupid. Why then was his Daisy hiding things from him? Did she think his male nature made him inherently oblivious to the state of things? Clearly something was wrong. 

Smoke from a pipe- not a cigar nor cigarette but herbs his Y/N read about to ease his pain thank you very much- billowed around swirling with all of his doubts. Doc puffed away as he thought back on all of the recent nonsense. 

First was subtle. One fine evening, Doc’s family gathered in the Oriental. He felt himself glow with pride as the Earp’s and Y/N surrounded him each night. Sometimes he thought he was delirious with another fever as the sound of laughter and touches of affection enveloped him. 

That evening, however, as he waited patiently for Y/N return to his lap, a frown furrowed his handsome face. She balanced on his thighs, glass in hand. “Darlin’?” He tapped the glass with a hesitant finger. “You switch to gin?” 

Her laugh was enough to erase the frown. “No, huckleberry, I thought we could benefit from some water. I still don’t want you drinking, can’t live without you.”

“Oh hell, honey, you’re stuck with my nonsense for the rest of your life.” Her pretty eyelashes and bustle free legs were enough to make him forget. 

Then, all together, Y/N stopped their evening nightcap. Now, yes he needed to quit his drinking to excess, but a glass of bourbon with his baby every night surely was not a problem. Doc wondered if going to the Oriental every night reminded his bride of his affair, which seemed reasonable. Certainly not willing to be on the receiving end of her wrath anytime soon, he let that go. 

Next was more straight forward. Wyatt had received tickets for boxsets at the Birdcage. Y/N loved Faust so naturally Doc jumped at the chance for a family outing. His darling all but squealed with delight when Doc sauntered into suite, with a dress bag slung over his arm. 

“May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the depths of hell tonight, Mrs. Holliday?” Mustached lips tickled up her arm, over her collarbone, and down to her cleavage. 

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Holliday!” Taking the dress out of the brown wrapping, she gasped. “Oh, John!” It was her turn to sprinkle his gruff face with kisses. 

The maroon silk looked downright sinful on his bride (and she thought the exact same thing about his matching waist coat). The Hollidays were a sight to behold in Tombstone. With her on his arm, Doc felt all the southern gentry he was raised in. Nothing could make him feel unworthy of power or love. 

Settled in the dim theater, Y/N fanned herself, a rush of heat hitting her. A holler from the floor seats broke her trance and drew her eyes of the one she despised most. Johnny Ringo practically howled at her, tongue wagging like a rabid dog. 

“Pay no mind to Mr. Ringo.” A gentle hand grasped her chin and forced her attention back to Doc, where it belong he reasoned. “Only I may purchase your soul.” 

Y/N’s eyes fluttered and hummed in delight. “You already have, Doc.” That settled his swirling doubts. Yes, he liked to think he held her soul inside his own. His soul clutching to hers in order to survive. He owned her, not in an oppressive sense. Not like how his father view his mother, but in the way that she was his and his alone and he could proudly say the same. 

Yet, just shy of intermission his darling uttered a “oh fuck” under her breath. Doc chuckled, eyebrow quirked in amusement. Yet before he could comment on the lewd nature of his otherwise polite wife, she was grasping her skirts and rushing out of the box. 

Before he could even move, Allie Earp ran after his wife. Looking at the remaining Earps- excluding Wyatt who looked all too close to committing something dangerous- Doc glared. “Something I don’t know?” 

“Lady stuff?” Morgan suggested earning a grunt of support from Virgil. 

At intermission, Doc found his wife with Allie. Allie had the audacity to grin at Doc, blue eyes twinkling. “Doctor is in.” She giggled. 

And yes, normally Doc would have ate that up. Reveling in the limelight and delightful female attention. However, normally Doc was the unstable one and not his wife.  Still, he couldn’t help himself from saying a charming, “It seems my favorite patient is ill.” 

“I’m fine, Doc.” Y/N offered a grimace of a smile. Slowly standing, she took the fan from Allie. “Just got too hot all of a sudden.” 

Nodding, if only to avoid adding another public confrontation to the history of their relationship, Doc ordered a tonic water from the bar and escorted his wife back to their seats. Allie just chittering all the way. 

The final straw was down right offensive. Doc enjoyed few things more than waking up in the early hours of the morning when the sun was just beginning to think of rising and loving his wife. She was always so eager from a nights rest that she just folded into him. His lungs weren’t heavy from a full day allowing him to thrust and grunt for a glorious eternity. 

Yet, every morning that past week when he rolled over she was gone. He’d call out her name practically mewling with need only to be met with silence. Ignoring the hurt that struck his heart, he’d go back to bed. 

Finally, this morning was the last straw. He figured he’d stay awake, greet her entering their room. The longer he sat awake, pipe in hand, the wilder this thoughts went. Doc prided himself in a remarkably even temper but fear was ensnaring his rationality. 

A dose of opium sounded wonderful right about now. It would just calm his nerves, make it so he wouldn’t lash out. Last thing he wanted to do to his daisy was be mean. Lord knows he’s hurt her enough. He was sure he had a vial tucked away somewhere. 

By the time she entered their room, Doc was in tears. Red eyes narrowed into a glare at her. She gasped. “Doc, are you alright?” 

A rumbling cough worked its way out his lungs. “Daisy, I am rolling.” He hissed. Standing from his spot by the window, he grabbed his cane for balance. “Awful late night for you though.” 

“Are you high?” 

“I hardly see the need in answering that.” He snipped. “It’s quite obvious we both are up to things we shouldn’t be.” 

“Now, John, listen to me.”

“Is it to get back at me? Do you think my heart doesn’t hurt when you leave me?” 

“John, please just trust me.” her voice wobbled with tears. 

“I know I’ve not been the best husband to you-“

“You’ve been wonderful.” 

“Stop lying.” The opium only made his accent stronger. “Please just be honest with me, my soul can’t bare it any longer.” 

With a sad smile, Y/N crossed the floor to her husband. One hand tenderly held his cheek, wiping away at trailing tears. The other reached for his own, pressing a key into his palm. “Get dressed and follow me.” 

Confused, dazed, spellbound by his bride he dressed quickly. She held her arm out to him knowing his pride would much prefer her to stabilize him than his cane. “I’ve not been truthful and I am so very sorry for that Doc, but I hope you’ll forgive me.” 

They walked the dusty streets of Tombstone together. The early morning air left their lungs clear. Cactus clung to the early morning dew as the couple clung to each other. Near the edge of town, Y/N paused in front of a stately Greek Revival home. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked nuzzling into his neck. 

“Yes, though it is difficult to find anything that compares to you darlin’.” 

With warm cheeks, Y/N giggled. “Try the key Doc.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Doc sputtered pulling away in shock. 

“Try the key.” 

A burst of speed had him rushing to the door. Rocking chairs lined the porch, tucked safely behind columns. The key slide in perfectly. Her name was all he could sigh, tears welling in his eyes again. 

Joining him, she nudged him forward. “I’ll give you the tour.” 

While still barren of furniture, the grand home had billowing curtains with long windows that ached of home. As Y/N rattled on about something to do with paint colors Doc waved a hand of dismissal not really caring how she wanted to paint. 

“How?” He managed to grunt,masking his emotion with a forced cough. 

“I was left an impressive about of money in a will.” A small smile tugged on her lips. “A great aunt everyone else hated. The only stipulation was to use it for my family.” 

A tug on his hand led up him the stately staircase. “I was thinking our bedroom could be here if-“ 

“I can handle them darlin’. Don’t you worry about me.” 

The next door was shut, Y/N’s eyes glittering with mischief. “This is your second surprise.” 

“Oh if this is one of those sinful European things-“Doc paused as the door opened revealing the only painted room in the house. 

gentle moss green walls greeted him. A canopy hung from the ceiling, the netting protecting a crib. “Daisy? Are you in a delicate way?” His green eyes flickered from her face to the perky bodice of her dress  to her tummy. 

A nod of her head confirmed. his heart nearly burst out his chest. A joyful laugh tickled out his throat. He didn’t give a damn what would be said about him now, his wife was carrying his baby. His. 

Nudging her nose against his, she leaned in to capture his lips pulling softly on the plump skin. Words weren’t needed as they removed each layer of clothing from each other. Fingers interlocked as they lay together on the soft mossy green rug below them. 

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[nobody7102]

How It Used To Be: Part 1

Pairing: Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Warning: None

A/N: I am a Val Kilmer girl through and thought, that man is soo fine. let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list <3

EDIT(9/20/22): PLEASE READ EDIT ON SERIES MASTER-LIST

inspired by "How You Get The Girl"

Main Master-list

Series Master List

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The rain echoed through the house as Maverick tapped his foot in time with the beat of the rain as he leaned back in a chair. “Mav, will you stop that” Y/N called from the couch. 

Maverick looked at her with wide eyes as he leaned forward in the seat “Oh you want me to stop?” he stood from his spot “I don’t know how… how am I supposed to stop when my baby sister’s been sneaking around behind my back, with Ice of all people… for a fucking year not to mention” he started to pace. “I am your older brother and you didn’t think to tell me that you were screwing that jackwagon?! I sh-”

“Tom is not the worst person I could be with!” Y/N argued back “Besides it’s not like anything else is happening” she mumbled.

Pete raised his brow and his arms turning to his sister “Then why did you tell me in the first place?! What was the poin-”

“BECAUSE IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE!” She yelled at him with tears starting to form in her eyes “It… It’s been-” she stopped herself looking down to the ground “He left Pete…” she wrapped her arms around herself shaking her head “I’m never gonna see him again… and-” she gulped “And you’re my brother… I figured that you should know since he’s you’re wingman” “Oh sure, now I can kick his ass the nex-” “Peter!” Y/N warned “You’re not gonna do anything” she stood from her spot making her way into the kitchen. Bracing herself against the sink she blinked back the tears as she took a deep breath, then moved to grab the kettle from the stove and began to fill it with water. 

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t even register the knocks on the front door till she heard the rain outside get louder and Pete yell. “You need to fucking leave. Right now” Y/N tilted her head hearing Pete’s voice. 

Shutting off the water and pushing away from the sink, she walked into the mudroom just in time to see Pete closing the door “Who’s out there?” 

“No one” He turned to watch Y/N.

“Pete” she crossed her arms. “Move” she watched as Pete walked closer to her,

“Just say the word and I’ll make him leave” Before he walked into the living room. Looking between Pete and the door, Y/N let out a sigh before she walked over to the door and opened it just a crack.

Her eyes widened seeing the one and only Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky staring back at her, dressed in his Summer Whites and soaking wet as he stood on the sweet spot at edge of the porch where he was off the wet cement walkway but not sheltered enough from the rain that was pouring down. 

Opening the door a bit more, Y/N leaned against the frame and eyed him up and down for a moment before she spoke “Are you insane?” she raised her brow.

She watched as Tom opened his mouth to speak, struggling to find his words before he sighed “Y/N…” he started, his eyes finding hers “I know… I know its been six months since you last heard from me…. And I’m sorry about that” he casted his gaze to the ground as he continued “I just….. While I was away I didn’t…. I didn’t know what I wanted, till I was away from it” 

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her amused smirk since this was the first time she’d seen the aviator struggle to think of something to say. “Why are you here Ice?”

His gaze remained on the ground as his thoughts flooded his conscious before he brought his eyes back up to meet her’s “I didn’t know that what I wanted was you Y/N” 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N stepped out beyond the threshold of the door frame “You think you can show up here first thing after getting back from a mission and get a free pass? After months of not talking or calling or writing to me… and you think that just… makes everything go away Tom? Make it so that we’re all happy-go-lucky again?” she shook her head “that’s not how this works” 

“Y/N” he took a step closer, giving her time to step back “I want you” his voice softened as he spoke “I mean it… for worse or for better” he took her hand in his “I know that I lost your trust, and that it’s gonna take some time for us to get back to where we were… but I want you to know that I will wait… I’ll wait for as long as it takes” he sighed “I know that I broke your heart, I know because I just got an earful from Mav about it… so let me put it back together. Piece by piece.” He brought her hand upward and kissed the back of it “Let me show you that I will never, ever break it again” he pleaded, bringing her closer to his chest, sandwiching their hands between them.

Looking between their hands and Tom, there was a pause in the air before Y/N shook her head “Is this how you think it works Tom? Is this how you get the girl” she slowly took a step back but before she could break her hand from his, he gave her a squeeze.

“Let me take you out… on a real proper date… No sneaking around like the past year. Please just give me one chance, that’s all I ask” his eyes softened watching as she contemplated the proposal. 

Taking her hand from his, Y/N to a step backwards, into the doorway once more “... You get tomorrow at 6:30” she hummed “But that’s it Ice” she watched as he nodded before she fully turned around and closed the door.

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Y/N’s head tilted to the side as she took in her appearance before groaning. “Y/N? Are you alright?” Pete’s voice sounded through the door.

Walking over to the door she cracked it, “No I am not okay Mav. I gave Ice a second chance and now I have two hours before he’s gonna pick me up and I have no idea what we’re gonna do, or what I’m gonna wear” 

“Well if you need help I could alway ch-” Y/N cut him off “With your track record with women Mav? No thanks”

Pete scoffed “I do not-”

Y/N groaned to cut him off before she let out a sigh “I need…I need you to call Carole” before she closed the door on him. 

Walking from the door he made his way down the stairs mumbling to himself “My track record is not bad… you sneak out of a window once…” he shook his head.

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The front door opened before Pete could comprehend what was happening, he was face to face with Carole “Where is she?” she hummed. Pete motioned up the stairs and as Carole bound up the stairs Nick made his way into the house with Bradley resting on his hip. 

“You’re really letting her go out with Kazansky?” The RIO set Bradley down, letting him run into the living room to play with some toys sitting on the floor as Goose walked over to Maverick.

Raising his brow, Pete raised his arms “What am I supposed to do? She’s not gonna listen to me if I tell her no” he set down on the couch watching Bradley. “Why don’t you tell her no?” He turned to look at Goose

“Oh hell no” He responded immediately “Carole would have my balls!” 

“I thought she already did?” Y/N’s voice trailed down the stairs 

“Butt out Little Mitchell! Who owns my balls is none of your business!” Goose yelled up the stairs “This is a conversation for myself and your brother” he walked over to sit next to Pete “I swear to god Mav, if I could tell Ice to go away without Carole and Y/N chewing me out I would do it”

Back upstairs Y/N sat on her bed watching as Carole sorted through the hangers in Y/N’s closet “Geez and I thought Bradley had a lot of outfits” the blonde snorted throwing a dress on the bed next to Y/N “Bug what are the two of you even doing?” Carole looked over to Y/N and crossed her arms “Finding an outfit would be a lot easier if I knew what you love bugs were doing” she moved to plop down on the bed to decide Y/N.

“I… I really don’t know, I mean I told him one chance so I don’t even know what he’s planning” Y/N shrugged “Go to the Hard Deck? Go to the O? None of that screams romantic…” Leaning against Carole’s shoulder.

“Y/N you spent the better part of a year with him sneaking around in those places, What would the two of you do?” Carole felt Y/N shrug once more “Oh come on, you can’t tell me there weren’t other places where you’d be hanging out and at some point you’d have to go fetch him from doing something sweet and cute yet absolutely embasising” She nudged the younger Mitchell’s shoulder “That’s how it is with me and Nick whenever he’s around a piano”

Y/N snorted “Oh sure… there have been plenty of times…” a heavy sigh left her as Carole felt a tear drip onto her shoulder.

“Bug, what's wrong?” Carole turned to see Y/N’s head hung. Gently grabbing her chin Carole lifted Y/N’s face “What’s with the water works Bug, you’re gonna go see the man you love” She wiped away the stay tears on Y/N’s cheeks.

“What if he leaves again…” her voice barely above a whisper “he wasn’t even on a mission when he stopped talking to me… that was two months before the mission…” Y/N shook her head “I don’t wanna go back to square one Carole…” she closed her eyes feeling Carole once again wipe away the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Oh Bug” she sighed softly wrapping her arms around Y/N’s form pulling her into a hug, Carole rocked them slightly before she pulled out of the hug “Bug, I can’t promise that he’s not gonna leave again… But I can promise that if you open your heart” she brought her hand to cradle Y/N’s cheek “You could end up having the absolute time of your life” standing from the bed Carole held out her hand and pulled Y/N up from the bed “Now, you go and get ready however you want. I am going to see if I can find a special little number for you to wear tonight”

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[dragon-kazansky]

Masquerade at Midnight ReVamp

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Vampire AU

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A whole new version of my original story, Masquerade at Midnight

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You are invited to a mysterious mansion in the middle of nowhere with very little information. Upon arriving, you are thrown into a world you had no idea existed. A whole new part of your life is to be discovered, and dangers lurk in the dark. Perhaps you may even find a reason to stay when it's all over.

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