#ice x reader

Headcanons for what it's like when each GP!Justice League Women comes to visit you on days when Wonder Woman pimps you out to them. (based on the X-Women version here)

topics: visit frequency, cock size, sex pace, how many rounds, and a special person-specific random bonus headcanon

characters included: Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Power Girl, Supergirl, Fire and Ice, Jessica Cruz, Mera, Big Barda, Black Canary, Hawkwoman, Hawkgirl, Katana, Vixen, Donna Troy, and Starfire

Requested: yes

Summary: When Ice returns from a long day at work, you’re there to help melt all his stress away.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

A long, drawn-out sigh escaped Ice as he stepped into your shared home. Maverick was such a pain in the ass. The entire day had been filled with Ice and Slider having to deal with Maverick and Goose’s shenanigans. Those two were little devils; Ice was convinced. Now, all he needed was to spend the evening curled up with the love of his life.

Yeah yeah yeah!!!!

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WARNINGS: RACISM *Cough*A-Rab*Cough* (it's WSS), VERY CRUDE LANGUAGE *Cough*A-Rab*Cough*, SLUR USED TWICE *Cough*A-Rab*Cough*, FLUFF, NO ACTUAL SMUT, GOOGLE TRANSLATE

OUT OF HAND

Y/n pov

In a worse world, Ice was in Attica. In a worse world, Bernardo, Riff, and Tony were dead. In a worse world, there were three broken girls sobbing in each other's arms in a small little apartment on the West Side. But it wasn't this world. In this world, a friend had let slip to me where the rumble was, and now there was a lot of angry feminine yelling, a lot of Spanish curses tossed around, and several very embarrassed boys.

"¡Idiota, cabrón, cabrón! ¿Un cuchillo? ¡Bernardo!*"

"¡Dijiste que lo detendrías, Tony! ¡Ahora tú también luchas!**"

"¡No puedo creerlo! Esperaba algo, ¡pero esto! ¡Maldito seas, Ice!***"

The three boys currently in question were looking at their shoes, guilt ridden expressions on their faces.

Why choose when I could add both? Sorry for the long wait, I hope you'll like it my sweet little Fox. 💚

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✨Take My Breath Away✨

Summary: Valentine's prompt Flowers (3) and Dancing (7) -- Iceman x Reader

Words: 1.7k

Tags: pure fluff !! Ice being super awkward with feelings. No proof reading.

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From the beginning of your training as the first female pilot to today, hiding your weakness had become a habit. Feeling sick or tired? You would double your efforts and work even more than on a normal day. Feeling depressed? You would reply to the constant teasing with a sharp and confident smile as if you were ready to eat them alive. Especially Hollywood, who you could not put up with. Even when your period cramps were tearing your uterus and the hormones would rattle your nerves, you kept working hard, your face was always hidden behind a mask of total indifference. Maverick and Goose often joked about your frozen demeanor, comparing you to Iceman when it came to expressing emotions. But contrary to Kazansky, no one had given you the choice. The slightest weakness shown could be used against you by the pack of ferocious and macho pilots, whose only wish was to see you fall.

The black tea you had let cool down on the coffee table had stopped smoking. An unpleasant chill ran down your spine, which made you snuggle a bit more in the heavy and warm blanket you wrapped yourself with when you came back to your bedroom. Your fingers reached for the cup’s handle and brought the tea to your lips. The first sip warmed your whole soul. You felt like you had just swallowed a little fragment of sun, which lit up you from the inside. A sigh of relief escaped from your mouth, soon followed by your eyelids slowly closing. Finally, you thought, you could finally rest and forget about Valentine’s. A hot tea, a blanket, and music coming from your radio were all you needed. The sights of pilots gifting flowers and chocolate to girlfriends almost made you sick. Men… They were all the same. You did not always hate Valentine’s Day though. There was a time you could not wait for your boyfriend to come home with the cliché but oh-so-romantic box of chocolates et flowers. Cheesy, but absolutely heartening. You remembered how your expression would suddenly become cheerful at the sight of the handsome soldier with gifts in his hands, waiting for you in the middle of the door’s frame. There were Valentine’s Days with John and now, those without him. You clenched your jaw at such bittersweet memories: you had loved him so much… Until you found him in bed with another woman.

Another sip of tea, another wave of warmth coating your frozen heart with its delicious aroma. It was not particularly late but you decided to go to sleep, after all, it was not like you had a date or something. You had barely got up from the couch when you heard someone knocking at your door. Your brows furrowed for you were not expecting visits. At first, you hesitated: what If you just didn’t answer? Your social battery was so empty that the last thing you wished for was to hold a conversation. Nevertheless, you still dragged your exhausted body to the door and opened it.

“Listen, I’m fucking tired and—“ You cut mid-sentence.

“And?” A calm and cold voice retorted.

You looked up and your eyes were met with freezing blue irises. Tom “Iceman” Kazansky was standing fiercely at your door, hands crossed behind his back and his whole posture screaming military discipline. You had expected anyone knocking at your door, anyone except Iceman. The corner of his mouth moved in a quick and faint smirk, betraying his emotions: he was amused by how you reacted to his presence. While you could easily make men shit themselves, Kazansky was the only one who would face you at the slightest inconvenience. He was harsh, he was scary, but he also was the only one who never made inappropriate comments about you. He was difficult to prove, consequently you never knew if he liked you or hated you — or if your presence was just insignificant to him. Coming back to your senses, you took a step back and crossed your arms on your chest.

“What do you want, Kazansky” Your tone was suddenly less impetuous now that Ice was towering over you. He remained silent for a little while, his cerulean eyes observing each trait of your face as if the answer to all his worries was hidden somewhere on your skin. He finally blinked, realizing that he was probably staring at you for too long and that it was awkward.

“Take.” Stern tone. No extra words. Ice was the kind of man who liked going straight to the point. Maybe that was why he handed you the charming bouquet of red roses he had hidden behind his back without utterly the slightest explanation. You opened your eyes wide:  he took your breath away as if he had just thrown you a punch right in the guts. Tom “Iceman” Kazansky was standing at your door, roses in his hand and they were for you. Blood rushed to your face.

“Are you gonna take them or not?” The tall blonde pilot said, raising an eyebrow. His jaws were moving for he was chewing gum — he always did since he quit smoking.

“Oh, yes!” You shook your head, his attractive voice snatching you from your thoughts, “Yes!” You repeated before taking the flowers from his hands and burying your nose in their delicate petals to sniff at their pleasant scent. It was the first time Ice saw a genuine smile flattering your juicy lips and, to be true, it made him melt. Even though he did not let it show.

“Thank you Ice, this is very nice.” You said, nose still hidden among the red roses.

“Well,” He cleared his throat, not really sure what to do now. Slider told him to take off his shirt and show his abs, but he was not sure about it. Bradshaw and Mitchell would have sung you a ridiculous love song, but doing so was absolutely out of question. And concerning the florist, she only told him to offer the bouquet and wait for his lover to make the first step — but you were not having any peculiar reaction. What did he do wrong?

“See you tomorrow, I guess.”

“Ice?” Raising your face from the bouquet, you offer him a shy smile with glimmering eyes. Your face was dressed in a look you had never given to a pilot since you broke up with John.

“Yes?”

“Come in.” You winked and let him come into your bedroom. Then, you put the red roses in a little flower pot you had brought from your mom’s house. As you took care of the bouquet, the blonde pilot stopped in the middle of the room and looked all around him. To be honest, He believed that a bedroom could tell a lot about someone. For example, his was neat, clean, and completely impersonal. No family pictures, no letters, no plushies, nothing. Sometimes you wondered if Tom Kazansky could be anything else than Iceman. You could not picture him being a father, nor a son, nor a casual man. He was just… Ice.

Yet, a small grin stretched the corner of his lips. He had just spotted the adorable family picture you had on your nightstand, displaying a little Y/N piggybacked by your father. Behind you was standing an impressive Biplane straight from World War I. He knew you came from a family of pilots, but he did not expect your father to own such an incredible machine.

"You look so happy." Ice stated, his voice softer than usual.

"I was. My dad would often take me with him when he flew the Fokker. I think there are my favorite memories of him. He would tell me that, one day, I'll be ready to fly it by myself." 

When Iceman noticed the tint of melancholy in your voice, he could not help but gently bring his hesitant fingers to one of your shoulders. He, who was always confident, felt like a shy kid. Even though he already had relationships, they were all one night stands. Which did not help him to understand the mysteries behind social interactions.  The unexpected physical contact sent a shiver down your spine -- You never realized how eager you were for him to touch you until today. You both remained silent for a while, Ice gently caressing your shoulder with his thumb as the first notes of Take My Breath Away by Berlin echoed in the room.  The blonde pilot took a deep breath and glanced at you, his frost eyes enjoying the sight of your delightful silhouette. 

"Hey." 

Surprised when he broke the silence, you turned to him with a questioning look on your adorable face. Ice's smile grew bigger, showcasing his perfect white teeth in a surprisingly tender grin.  His blue eyes left yours only to fall on your lips, which immediately made your whole body heat up. Why the hell were you reacting like that? Of course, you had always thought Kazansky was a handsome man but not a handsome potential boyfriend. At least, that was the case until he smiled.

"I really love this song."  He said, always uttering a sufficient amount of words.  Gathering his courage, he wrapped your waist with his strong arms with an indescribable softness. Then, he brought you closer.

"Ice--" You locked yours around his neck, not really knowing what you were doing.

"Shhhh."  The way your expression shift when you were surprised sent a jolt of arousal through his body. He let out a long exhale through his nostrils and, with small and slow steps, he pulled you in a slow dance. Your whole being faltered at his touch as well as at his freezing eyes diving into yours. The first hesitant movements were soon swept away by more confidence.

Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love Never hesitating to become the fated ones Turning and returning to some secret place to hide Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and sayMy love, take my breath away

You closed your eyes, your head now gently resting on his chest while you were still slowly swirling on the song's rhythm. As the soft melody of his beating heart lulled your broken soul, you finally found peace.

There had been Valentine's days with John and those without.  But the more important ones were those you spent with Iceman. Because since winter 86', he would keep bringing you red roses and still make you slow dance with him in the living room each Valentine's Day.

I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a bad week :(((

I hope this helps even just a little bit

I hope things start to get better for you, and that your injury heals quickly!!

I apologize in advanced for the Mighty Warriors, i still dont know much about them, and I know missed most of them, but I hope this makes you smile!!

All the love ~ ember 🤍

S.W.O.R.D and Mighty Warriors Take Care of Their Injured Partner

Cobra

Okay I know this man is portrayed as one of the toughest guys in the series, but I just know he’s a softie for his partner

When it comes to injuries, he’s got plenty of experience, and knows how to take care of almost anything

However, if it is a more serious injury, he is right by your side taking you to the hospital

And he’s not leaving your side until you are comfortable

Very very attentive to everything

Whether he is the one treating the injury, or its the doctors, he is paying attention to you fully and completely

If the doctor is the one treating the injury, he is listening to everything that they are saying so that he knows what to do when he takes you home

When y’all are back home, do not even think about lifting a single finger

He is an acts of service kind of guy, honestly he would love taking care of you

Again with being attentive, he doesn’t exactly know what you might need, so he over prepares

And he has no shame is asking friends for help getting him stuff if you dont want him to leave you alone

Need food? He’s asking Naomi to bring something from diner Itokan

Yamato is also on speed dial for anything that you could possibly need (bestie benefits lmao)

Has no issues changing your bandages if that’s what you need

And is immediately reassuring you that he wants to help if your an over thinker (talking about myself lol)

Honestly, Cobra is one that I would definitely want around

Becomes clingy when he knows your hurt, but dont tell anyone

Baby just wants to take care of you

Summary: you find some quiet time with Ice between the chaos of having your first born

It was known that your first child changes everything and rocks your world, you just never thought how much it would. The moment your son was born your world was turned upside down, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Ice was making sure that he was fast asleep as you cleaned everything, the clock on the wall chimed 3 am and you felt tired just at the sight of it. Little Bob had woken up half an hour ago and the both of you had woken up startled immediately getting up to get the bottle ready for him. Your husband had given it to him in the rocking chair that Hollywood had found at a flea market. The sight of Tom in the rocking chair softly whispering to his son was the most heartwarming image you had seen, and you cherished it every time you saw it.

The kitchen is bit cleaner and as you get ready to go up in your bed you feel strong arms around you, and you relaxed in the embrace, enjoying the soft kiss Tom leaves on your neck.

“Little guy is fast asleep, he was already sleeping at the end of his bottle.”, you chuckle and turn around in his arms enjoying the sight of your smiling husband.

Before you can say something back you hear the start of “Can’t help falling in love” and you feel teary eyed at you husband loving smile and tender gaze. It had been your wedding song and ever since then you enjoyed hearing it, remembering the day you married him.

“Thought we might need a moment to ourselves, it has been a long time since I have had you all to myself.”, he brings you closer to his chest and you wrap your arms around his neck. 

You slowly start swaying in the kitchen with only the refrigerator light to illuminate the kitchen, but it is still enough to see your husband. 

As the chorus arrives you feel Ice’s hand taking yours and before you can ask him what he is doing he spins you out of his arms before brining you back into his arms making you both chuckle as he continues to sway the both of you.

“Didn’t know you could dance like this Mr Kazansky.”, he grins, and you can’t help the bright smile that has been there since your husband entered the kitchen.

“Only for you Mrs. Kazansky.”, he winks, and you still feel a blush on your cheeks even after ten years together he could still make you blush like he did at your first date.

The music ends and Ice brings you even closer than before and softly drops his forehead on yours, exchanging a loving grin.

“I love you.”, the butterflies are still as strong as when he first said it and you can’t help the bright smile that appears.

“I love you more.”, Ice chuckles lowly and shakes his head against yours, brushing your nose together.

“Impossible.”, his blue eyes are twinkling, and you can’t help being pulled by those blue eyes.

Your husband kisses you lovingly and you continue swaying while kissing slowly, like you have all the time in the world. The kiss starts to get a bit more heated as Ice caresses his hands over your body and you bring your hand into his hair, enjoying the softness of it.

“How about we go to bed?”, Ice has a mischievous smile, and you can’t help but laugh at the sight of it and nod quickly.

PAIRING:  tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x reader (gender-neutral) 

GENRE:  fluff

WARNINGS:  none 

SUMMARY:  iceman reveals a part of him that is evoked only in your presence. 

At Top Gun, inflated egos are as common as dust in the air, as certain as the rise and fall of the sun.  Arrogance is breathed coincident with oxygen.  There are no exceptions.  Perhaps there are degrees of self-assured confidence, but it is always present.  Everyone is prideful; everyone thinks that they are the best.  

Everything is a competition. 

Unofficial records of everything are scribbled haphazardly on whiteboards in the locker rooms, copied in chalk in the rec room: the fastest times of every course, the highest kill count from every dogfight simulation, the lists of winners from each volleyball game.  

And, Iceman notices with a considerable amount of annoyance, your name appears quite frequently.  Sometimes, only three or four names separate the occurrence of yours.  Then soon, your call sign seems to emerge from the columns of written letters before his eyes like it is rising from the board, breaking the two dimensional barrier.  Breathless, he sees.  Again, Breathless.  

Breathless Breathless Breathless.  

Inexplicably this evokes an urge in him to win your attention.  It is childish, he knows, but he feels like he will drive himself crazy without your acknowledgement.  

He finds himself wanting to talk to you, evicting an excuse to hear your voice even if only to reply to a snarky remark he makes.  Proximity, he discovers, seems to diminish when you enter a room.  Nearly subconsciously, as if pulled by gravity into the orbit of your solar system, he drifts towards you.  He begins to notice your habits, observe you—not necessarily in a creepy manner—as he watches the skies while on a mission.  

At first, he cannot tell if the sentiments you inspire in him are genuine feelings or more simply infatuation.  The two are often similar enough they entangle together into an indistinguishable knot.  

Then, the distance in your relationship shifts slowly as if life is leisurely changing gears.  It does not happen overnight, nor a day, that he is sure of.  A week?  Two?  He does not know.  All he is certain of is that it is July.  

Heat permeates the tarmac in departing California sun, washes over the boots of a half a dozen odd naval aviators.  Warmth crawls under their pant legs, slithers over their shoulders, then the nape of their necks and causes them to sweat under their camouflage.   

“Careful not to exert yourself too much, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you to get too breathless,” Iceman calls to you as each pilot climbs into their F-14.  

“Wouldn’t dream of it, dear.”  A wink.  A smile.  A blue pinprick of the gum you are chewing showing against the white of your teeth.  You disappear behind the frame of your plane and the engine growls as it heats. 

For once in his life, for a rare moment Kazansky Iceman is caught without a witty retort loaded and ready to return fire.  He stands, one foot half in the cockpit of his jet, nearly stupefied.  After weeks of little reaction, nothing more than a chastising shake of your head, what has changed? 

“What’re you doing?” Slider yells from behind him.  “Tongue frozen?” 

Iceman bares his teeth at his partner in crime and slips into his seat.  His muscle memory takes care of his flight routine—takeoff procedures, safety regimes—while his mind is distracted. 

In the sky the world is washed red.  The wings of each F-14 are gilded and soar like golden chariots sent into battle from Olympus.  Every pilot is swathed in perilous conditions.  They are captured in a metal tube thousands of feet above the ground, surrounded by tanks of pure oxygen, highly flammable equipment, a very powerful engine.  Yet, none of them are gripped by fear; instead they feel almost high off the thrill. 

Your plane glides upwards, rising until it is parallel to Ice and Slider.  “Don’t get too cold, Snowman, lest your engine stall out,” he hears over the comm lines.  He grins, knows that you are mimicking his remark from earlier.  And then, in his mind, all he can think is a single word on repeat: Snowman Snowman Snowman.  

A stupidly boyish beams invades his face.  He is grateful, suddenly, that no one can see him and that Slider sits behind him.

“Eck,” your partner complains, emitting a noise that concatenates a false gag and a cough.  “Get me out of this plane.” 

“Take me with you,” Slider chimes.  

You laugh and in Iceman’s ear it is filled with static, occasionally broken by the limits of technology.  Still, he feels drunk off of it.  

Now, Tom Kazansky has always been a by-the-book pilot.  It is a quality that has proven valuable and served him well in carrying him to the top of his class.  It is a characteristic that has fuelled his disliking towards Maverick.  Nonetheless, what he does next is not recommended in any textbook except the one he writes for himself.  

“Hey, Ice, what’s going on?” Slider cries as the plane begins to tilt right and then flips on an axis.  They are upside-down when they pull above your jet.  Slider is still complaining over comms but his voice becomes background noise that neither of you can hear. 

“Close enough for nicknames?”  He smirks down at you.  Snowman.  

It feels like you are nose to nose though several feet still separate the tops of your F-14’s.  Sunlight shines across your skin.  Across his.  You both are bathed in gold.

You match his smile.  Your sunglasses slip onto your forehead.  “Take me out to dinner and we’ll see how close we are.” 

Once more Iceman grins like a fool.  Shivers race up his face, an almost uncomfortable excitement startles in his stomach.  When was the last time he felt like this?  Has he ever?

He is thirty-thousand feet in the air, he thinks.  A million butterflies are trapped within his chest.  It is the altitude, he assures himself. 

— m. list

Ask Me Out

Character: Ice x reader

Summary: He saved you, and happened to fall for you.

Note: Hi again my dearest readers and friends. Finally I post this! (Please say yeay) Anywho, I was listening to Tonight by SJB III and I love Elly's part, maybe because I like his rap. Please listen to that while reading. Oh and please send me your request if you want anything.

You don’t remember how you get here, on the expensive yacht, with unknown men in black and a foreign looking woman. Well, you also a foreign woman.

You remember walking around the poor side of the town just because you’re bored and the next thing you know, the place got raided by these men.

You know them, they’re Doubt. The group that sold woman for money. You hung out at Heaven’s club several times and the women there were saved by the owner from being sold by them.

You heard of them in the street too.

Hell, you never thought that you would be captured by them.

“You’re pretty, I’m sure that you will make will make lots of money.” He said before laughing.

You look at the woman, she’s uncomfortable. You saw the guns on top of the table, it’s not like you can’t beat them but they got guns.

Guns, with s.

You valued your life even though you always feels like you want to die.

Out of the sudden, you heard voices downstairs. The men were shocked and tried to hold both of you at your places. Closing your distance with the woman, you lean down to her ear.

“Can you fight?” She just gave you a weird stare.

“I take that as a yes.” Several minutes later, three guys came up.

The fight escalated too quickly, before you realize, the woman already knock the guys.

“That was awesome.” You said, still shocked.

Those guys took off their mask that hides their faces. You were astonished by their look.

Damn, the one with hat is fine.

“Who are you guys?” The woman ask.

The one with the blonde hair turned around before going near his friends. He then faced both of you.

“We are Mighty Warrior.” He said proudly.

You had enough. You were saved by them and this is good bye.

“ Hi, Mighty Warrior thank you for saving us. I’m gonna go now and thank you.” You got up gave them your smile.

The blonde guy stared at you. His tongue pushed his inner cheek, his eyes never left your figure when you walk past him.

Before you get to move forward, the guy with long hair already stop you. He hold his machete up,stopping you from walking away. You let out a heavy sigh before looking at him.

“It would be highly appreciated if you move that away, kind sir.” You gave him an eye smile.

“ Sit.”

How long has it been? Three months? Five? You’ve lost count already.

Well it doesn’t matter. You already joined them, the Mighty Warrior alongside Sarah, the woman. You finally learn her name after two weeks living together with those men at the big mansion.

You knew that Sarah doesn’t agree with their principal but she still agree to be part of them. Well, you know the answer already but it’s a wild guess. You didn’t have the actual gut to ask her about it.

On the other hand, your life has been way better than before. Well it’s not like you’re poor, but you never had this kind of life since your parents passed away.

Living with your late grandmother is hard and you eventually had to forget about your dreams. So you began to work. That night, you were fired from your job since you punched a customer after he grope you.

It’s not your fault.

“Can we bet that I will take down more guys than you?” You asked Sarah playfully. The girl rolled her eye as a result.

Both of you wave at each other before separated. You went to the old guy with hat and Sarah went to the other guy. The guys were watching from upstairs but you couldn’t help to notice that someone has his eyes on you.

“Hi handsome, can I help you?” Your sudden appearance making the other girls scowled.

Before they get to do anything, the old man already pushed them away. You gladly sit on his lap and play with his jawline.

Nice, but Ice’s better.

“How can you help me?” You gave him your seductive smile before whispering in his ears.

He laughed and both of you stands up and walk away. The old man kept touching you, for the sake of money you let him even though wanted to cursed him.

Yours and Ice’s eyes met before you gave him a single nod. Not so long after, the guy pushed you to the wall, kissing your neck and his hands lingers all over your body.

“Damn it, be quick guys!” You grumble.

You see Bernie and Pearl from afar. Before they get to get close to you, you kicked the guy in the nut. His body scrunched up on the floor. Curse words living his mouth.

You gave him a hard blow on the head several times and the man pass out. You quickly take the keys on his pocket, curse words leaving your mouth.

“Ouf, that’s too hard don’t you think?” Pearl complained. He and Bernie grab the guy before pushing him to the side.

You gave him side eye before throwing the keys to them.

“I got harassed by this pervert and you guys think that I’m being hard? Please, he deserves to get his dick chopped off.” You rolled your eyes at them.

Several minutes later, Ice, Sarah and the other appears. They look at the unconscious old man before looking at you.

“ Sarah my love!” You screams as soon as you see her. Sarah hug your body before resting her hand on your shoulder.

“Did you get the key?” She asked. She didn’t forget to check up on you to see any wound.

“Of course dear.” You replied.

“Let’s go.” Ice’s voice ruined your talk with Sarah.

If he wasn’t the leader, you would’ve kick him already.

What a rude man.

You yawned, hard. It’s 3 am and they didn’t finish counting the money yet. You can sleep now but your eyes has been occupied by the shine that the gold produced.

The gold bangle, bracelet, necklace and chain.

Oh, heaven.

“Bernie you finished yet?”

“ You can sleep if you want. The gold will still be yours. Necklace and bracelet right?” Bernie’s words making you smile.

Awh, he remembers how much you love gold.

Pure gold only. You are allergic towards mix gold.

“ I’m off then cutie.” You kissed him cheek before walking up the stairs.

Bernie love physical affection, and you love Bernie.

In a friendly way of course, he reminds you of your own siblings. You wondered if they’re doing well in another country.

By the time you arrived upstairs, you saw Ice. He’s putting on his white t-shirt. You managed to get the glimpse of his abs.

Damn, he got a nice body. You almost drool at the sight.

“You’re going already?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Was your only reply.

You see how uncomfortable he is right now. Before you get to get going, he stopped you.

“Hey I was thinking, “ He stopped midway.

You look into his eyes, waiting for his answer patiently. To no avail, Ice then let go of your arms and smile.

“Nothing. I see you tomorrow.” He walk away.

You were confused. He never acted like that.

At least around others.

“Weird.”

Ice ruffled his hair. He wanted to screams at his actions earlier. He got the perfect time and chance already. How hard is it to talk to a girl?

Well at least for you it’s hard.

He knows that you are in here because you were forced to. It was his mistake of course but he can’t help it.

You were so pretty that night that he afraid that he might not get to see you again. Of course it would not be impossible to asked Bernie to track you down like how he does it with Jesse’s girl but he want you.

He wants you by his side.

Your smile that night when you thanked them and your small grumble when Ryu forced you to sit.

“Yo what’s wrong?” Pearl asked.

He gave Sarah the last glass of the drink. From afar he saw how conflicted his friend is.

“ Did (y/n) turned you down?” Sarah’s word making him huffed.

“Did you get distracted by her face again?” 9 smile at his friend’s face.

Ice shoo'ed him away. He sat next to Bernie who already finished counting the money and the weight of the gold. He did saw several bracelet, ring and necklace in separate box.

He wants to put it at the same case as the other gold but Bernie stopped him.

“Don’t touch it. (Y/n) wants it.” He said without looking at him.

Bernie closed the box before put it on the nearest table. When he got back he saw how distracted Ice is.

He knows that Ice has been liking you for sometime now.

But he never get to asked you out.

“Did she turned you down?” He asked carefully.

Ice pretends to hit him with the small pillow.

The next day,Ice saw you swimming in the pool. You and Sarah were together but she didn’t swim.

The weather is nice, it would be a waste if you didn’t swim.

“Nee Sarah. Should we go shopping tomorrow?” You took a sip on the juice before swimming back.

“I don’t know. We might have something to do tomorrow.” Her answer automatically making your mood sour.

Heh.

You saw Ice staring at you, or Sarah.

Might be Sarah. She’s pretty.

That was until Bernie stood next to him and give him something. Both of them disappear from the balcony after that.

Ice couldn’t take his eyes off you. He has been staring at you since he got up.

Prove?

He didn’t even change his clothes or take a shower yet.

Still in his last night clothes, it’s almost 12 and he saw you swimming since 10. Doesn’t you felt cold?

It’s almost winter.

His eyes following the curves of your body. The swimsuit do give him mixed feelings. He likes how it shows your curves but he didn’t like the fact that others will see you in that.

Of course, who is he to judge but he can’t help it.

You’re too pretty. Prettier than Sarah in his opinion.

“ Stop staring man. What are you? Pervert?” Bernie’s voice making him jump.

He look at him, his serious face making the younger male smile nervously.

“Here, can you give this to (y/n)? I need to run some errands with 9.” Ice took it without hesitation.

He opened the red box, gold necklace with ruby. Next to it is ring with the same gemstone.

“ It’s a secret but (y/n) like gold with gemstone. Trust me, if you ask her out with this she would say yes.” Bernie gave the blond male a wink.

“ Let’s be real, you don’t like Ice?” Sarah nodded.

A loud gasped left your mouth. Sarah’s laugh making it even more worst.

All these time you thought that she like him!

“So who do you like? Ryu? Pearl? Please don’t say 9.”

“I don’t like anyone. For now, well let’s see maybe the cute bartender that we saw the other day.”

Gossiping about men has always been your thing. Since you have become Sarah’s friend, both of you has been gossiping about men during your free time.

Today’s topic happened to be about Sarah’s love life.

It’s quite shocking to hear that she doesn’t like Ice romantically. You always thought she likes him and Ice like her too.

Well you are wrong.

“Wanna know a secret?” She whispered.

You lean your ear close to her, she began whispering.

“Ice like you.”

Now that is questionable.

“Me? Hell no. Have you seen how he always avoided me?” You scoffed.

Ice and you never had a decent conversation. Always ended up with a quarrels between the two of you.

In another word, only god knows what will happen if both of you happen to date.

“Do you want to bet on that?”

Suddenly, Ice appears. He is holding a red box, the same box you saw earlier.

“Ok, five thousand.”

“Bernie gave you this.” He handed you the box.

You opened it up, the necklace that you have been eyeing since last night. You took out the necklace before putting the box on the couch.

You gave the necklace to Ice. The guy gave you a weird look.

“Put it on.” You say, more like ordering.

You saw how his face turned red. Ice took the necklace from you. You turned around and moving your hair from blocking your neck. Ice hesitate at first, he kept staring at your nape.

It would be nice if he get to put his hands around your neck.

“Can you hurry up?” Your words snap him out from his thoughts.

He grumbled before putting the necklace on.

“Do you have anything else to say?” You asked after turning around to face the male.

Ice stared deep into your (e/c) pool, he feels like he was hypnotized by those innocent eyes.

“Hello?” You flicked your finger.

“Nothing.” He walk away and didn’t turn back.

Did he just blush?

You turned around to face Sarah. She gave you the look.

“I told you.” She said before pouring herself another cup.

“Haha, that doesn’t prove anything lady. “ You scoffed.

Ice just blush because of you. You need to tell Bernie about this.

“You are blinder than a bat honey. I’m not surprise.”

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. You got up and put the glass down.

“ I’m gonna prove to you that he doesn’t like me. Like I said, five thousand.”

You ran upstairs to Ice’s room. His room is at the end of the hall. His room is bigger than yours.

Without knocking, you opened the door. The scenery in his room is not something that you expected.

He just finished putting on his towel. You know he didn’t shower yet since his body isn’t wet.

Ice is shocked by your actions. Luckily he already put on the towel.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” He yelled.

“Stop acting like an innocent virgin Mr. Do you like me?”

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

“ I’m asking, do you like me?” Hugging your own figure, you showed him your bored expression.

Ice is stunned by the question. If he be honest you might hate him even more.

“I, I...”

You had enough, you walk up to him before pushing his body to the wall, caging him as well.

“Do you like me that much Ice? What’s with the stutter?” You smirked.

Ice felt his sweat dropped from his forehead. He can handle your arrogant act, but not when you ran your fingertip all over his muscles.

"Sarah said you like me, is it true or you just want to messing with me?" You gave him your doe eye look.

Ice gulp at the sight. You saw how his Adam's apple move. You ran your fingertips all over his jawline before stopping at his plump lips.

How can this bastard be so perfect? Why did God put so much effort into creating him?

Ice's body couldn’t react. Is it because of your touch, or he’s enjoying this way too much. Either way, he don’t want you to stop. He was hoping for you to kiss his lips after you play with it.

But no.

“Well, it can’t be help.” You said before turn your back.

Well, if you think of it he’s kinda cute when he is stunned.

“Saturday, 3 pm. I don’t like flower.”

His head perks up when he heard those words.

“What?”

You stared at his eyes and chuckled lightly.

“Our date idiot. Since you’re too scared to ask me out. And please don’t make it a movie date, they don’t even have a good movie in the cinema anymore.” You complained.

Ice smiled. He loves it whenever you talk or voice out your opinion on certain thing.