wait wait wait mutuals rb this with a description of ur voice
i was shopping with some friends and when i was leaving, this guy (who way low key kinda hot) started staring at me and when i looked at him he winked at me... then, like 5 seconds later, i was walking away and slipped on some ice and fell on my ass. he started laughing at me.
oh hot DAMN this is so good! i'm not the one getting berated but boi i did get scared for moment there•○• no one fucks with admiral kazansky, not even bradley... would love to read the whole thing!♡
I wrote another lil tidbit for my IceMav and Bradley fic, so i shall share because I love spoiling myself :3
It also just gives me motivation to write it cause like, my ass THRIVES off positive feedback. May have to start spoiling my Exes!Hangster fic so I can force myself to write the next chapter lol
Ice can still talk (like how val kilmer can still talk) but his voice is rough and he has to pause to get air through his trach (like val kilmer)
“No.”
Ice’s voice was sharp like a whip crack, the rasp still present but unable to stop the spine straightening authority his tone held.
“You do not get to do this Bradley Bradshaw- you do not get to throw yourself a pity party. You are here because of your actions.”
Ice paused to draw breathe, his finger hovering over his trach before plugging it back up
“You are a grown man. Take responsibility for your actions. Do not come crying to anyone else when you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”
Another pause
“Frankly Lieutenant Bradshaw, I think most everyone ran out of Pity for you years ago. Around the time when you started using grief to excuse cruelty.”
Bradley hated him, in this moment he fucking hated Ice-
“So you will do everyone a favour, and you will turn around and walk out of this house until you can return and act civilized. Until then, get the fuck out of my home.”
“Is that an order?”
“Not yet, but test me one more time lieutenant, and it will be.”