A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
From an ask on Tumblr from @/dakotakazansky: Ice/Reader and #44 ...out of lust. 😘
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It's late as you finish washing the dishes standing in your tiny apartment kitchen. You'd just hosted a dinner for your best friend and her new beau, though in all honesty you're not sure how long that'll last. She's not the type to settle down easily and neither is Pete Mitchell. What you hadn't been expecting was the friend Pete had brought along.
Tom, as he was introduced to you, was not what you'd have ever expected for a friend of Pete's. His piercing blue-gray eyes, blond hair with frosted tips and a gorgeous crooked smirk nearly bowled you over. You had accepted Pete's excuse of, "His date stood him up and I thought he could use a quiet night with some friends" at face value, but the more you think about it, the less you believe him. Either they're trying to set you up or there's something else going on. Men that look like Tom Kazansky don't just get stood up. That's more your rung on the eligible date ladder.
But either way, he's been incredibly polite. Not particularly chatty, but sweet, with a cocky underlayer that you couldn't dig through if you tried. You'd ordered all three of them onto your small balcony with some cold drinks while you did the dishes and you hoped they're having a nice time. Really you hope that Pete and your friend aren't sucking face and creeping Tom out.
But when you stagger carefully out onto the balcony with four cold beer bottles in your hands, it's deserted except for one person.
"Um." You sound awkward, of course you do. "Where'd they go?"
"Mav wanted to take your friend for a spin on his bike." He's smiling at you, as you carefully set the bottles down and plonk down onto one of your wrought iron chairs.
"That doesn't surprise me at all." You sip on the cold liquid, relishing in the bubbles tingling down your throat. "So why'd you stay?"
"I wanted to thank a pretty girl for making me the best home cooked meal I've eaten in a long, long time." You hope it's not bright enough for him to see how flustered you are.Your brain must short circuit because he's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. So you have no control over what you say next.
"So thank me, flyboy?" He stands, unfolding all 6 feet of his lanky body before tugging you close. The first kiss he presses to your lips is sweet, a mere peck. But as your arms wrap around his neck, it deepens, scorching the blood in your veins as heat slips through your veins.
