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 @/lizzydutton: Hello! I just found your blog and I absolutely love it! I love your kiss masterlist, and I was wondering if i could request one. Number 23 in relief. With Iceman x reader I just think they would be so adorable! Can't wait to see what you do!
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Cancer. It's been as much a companion in your marriage as your husband has been of late. It reared its ugly head out of the blue. Hearty, hale, healthy forty year olds aren't supposed to wake up one day and just not be able to talk? Right? Forget men with families - Naval Captains with hearts of gold, keen eyes and the kindest hands?! They should never be struck down at all.
But maybe you're a little biased. This isn't just any forty year old Naval Captain you're talking about. This is your husband, your Tom. You thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, the shaky partnership you've formed with the beast ravaging your husband's body and tainting his soul. Then you'd woken up one morning to your three year old laboriously fluttering her little hands in painstakingly drawn out signs as she sat on her father's lap and told him, "Good Morning Daddy. I love you." That's when you realized that your youngest probably doesn't even remember what her dad's voice sounded like. That's when you'd broken, shattered into a million pieces standing there in your kitchen watching your baby and your heart speak in the only way they could.
In your weakest moments, you cursed everything you could think of for trying to rob Tom from you. But even then, you knew you wouldn't have changed anything in the world. Your entire life would be different, and you're not sure it would be a good difference, either. So you've been holding onto the good moments, taking things day by day, focusing on being there for Tom and your kids as much as you can. Each day your foundation feels a little steadier as Tom responds to the treatments and as the flush of health seeps back into his cheeks.
"Captain and Mrs. Kazansky? Doctor Wilson is ready to see you." Your palms are sweaty and damp as you follow Tom into the Doctor's office. You must black out, emotionally, at least, because the next thing you remember is walking in the wintery San Diego sunshine with Tom. He's mostly silent, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leads you to a bench at your favorite look out point. It was here that he'd proposed to you a decade ago. It was here you'd told him you were pregnant, the first and second times. All of the best things in your relationship happened here. Please, you're pleading as you sit down - please don't destroy this place by telling me bad news. Please don't take him away from me, from our babies.
"Sweetheart?" That's not what you'd been expecting at all.
"Tom?!" Your voice chokes on a sob. "You're speaking! Is that okay? I thought you weren't supposed to strain your voice."
"I've been working on speaking again with my speech therapist. It's what Doctor Wilson wanted to talk to us about. I'm in remission, sweetheart. The cancer's gone. We're going to keep monitoring me, but I have the feeling it's going to stay gone for good."
You're sobbing, tears dripping down your face in hot, salty rivulets as you kiss your husband gently and sweetly.
"I'm so happy, Tom. I love you." His smirk is soft as he pulls away.
It doesn't surprise you at all when he signs back to you, "I love you. I told you I wasn't going anywhere without you, sweetheart. I love you too much for that."
It's with a finally unburdened heart that you curl into your husband's side to watch the sun set below the waves. If Tom can beat cancer, becoming an Admiral should be child's play. The future once again looks bright.
