Hi! I noticed that you didn’t write for ice so feel free to just completely ignore this, but I was wondering if it would be possible for you to write a FF about Ice x reader literally anything works - beggars can’t be choosers here 🥲🙏 I’m pretty sure I finished all the Ice ff this is literally my last hope- you can even have my first born if you want 💁🏻♀️
Hi. I am sorry it took me so long, I hope you like it . I ain't taking your frst born tho, haha.
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Parring: fem!reader x Ice
Summary: You visited FUNK JUNGLE, and not only was the alcohol good there
Warnings: alcohol, throwing up mentioned, other than that - fluff
A/N: Hi. I am so sorry it's that short; it's been some time since I've watched H&L, and I am not feeling it like I used to. Tho I tried my best to write it in the vibe of the movies.
You lit your cigarette as you leaned back in your seat, your eyes focused on the performance.
A few days ago, you stumbled upon the FUNK JUNGLE and decided to visit it one day to check it out. And it looked like you didn't regret that. The alcohol was good, as was the music, not to mention the attractive performers. You liked it here.
As you watched the performance, your eyes followed one man on the stage. The blond-haired man in the centre caught your eye with his voice and his confidence; his moves mesmerized you in seconds. And when caught you looking at him, your insides did the flip happily. You held his gaze calmly, smoke lazily leaving your lips, making you look even more attractive.
The performance ended, and the whole club erupted with applause. The performers bowed, thanking the audience, and walked up to their booth to rest. The bartender immediately brought them their drinks, treating them like the owners they were.
Throughout your stay at the FUNK JUNGLE, your eyes were drifting back to the VIP booth quite often, more specifically to the blond-haired man, clearly the leader. You've noticed his little ticks, his body language, and how he treats the others around him, and fuck if it didn't make him more attractive in your eyes. You noticed yourself blushing every time he caught you staring and smirked. And the flirt you were, you looked away slowly each time with a soft smile.
It all went on until he got up from his seat and headed your way. Your cheeks turned red immediately, and you looked away, while your heart was racing in your chest.
"Pretty lady sitting alone?" he asked playfully and sat by your table.
"Not alone anymore." you answered with a smile.
He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He eyed you appreciatively before moving his gaze back to your lips, then eyes. You bit your lip and looked down at the glass in my hand.
"The performance," you started. "It was really nice. You guys know how to entertain the crowd."
"Thank you." A smile decorated Ice's face at your compliment. "We're glad you enjoyed it."
You nodded with a soft smile and focused back on your drink, which you finished quickly and slid the glass slightly away from yourself.
"Mixing alcohol with cigarettes isn't the best combination," said Ice playfully, his eyes on the ashtray by your hand. "Doesn't it make you nauseous?"
You shook your head. In your life, not even once have you thrown up due to mixing alcohol or smoking in between, which always amazed your friends or drinking companions.
"It's about the skill of not giving a fuck about it." you joked. "If you don't expect yourself to get sick, you probably won't. If you do, you can go and kiss the toilet."
Ice laughed at your comparison, his shoulders shaking slightly.
"It's the first time I've heard something like that," he said after a moment of laughing. "Does that really work?"
"In my experience, yes," you said. "Never thrown up after drinking."
"Not even once?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise but also admiration. You shook your head and chuckled softly. "Lucky you."
"Oh well, the skill of not giving a fuck." you felt yourself relaxing more in your seat.
"I need to learn that skill then, if that meant not throwing up more." Ice said with a chuckle.
The conversation went on for what felt like hours. You grew bolder around him, even allowed yourself to throw a dirty joke now and then. He didn't stay behind and added his own bit of spice to the talk.
"Okay, I need to go." you said after some time. "It was nice meeting you."
"Pleasure was mine." Ice smiled charmingly and stood up with you. "I hope to see you around more often."
"Don't mind if I do." you smiled. "Anyway, thank you for your company."
Ice nodded with a smile and watched you walk towards the exit, his eyes following your silhouette. Many thoughts were running through his mind, most of them circling around you.
"Wait!" Before he could stop himself, he ran after you and grabbed your wrist.
Ice pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours in an alcohol-tasting, but sweet, kiss. You didn't hesitate and kissed him back, your fingers gently gripping his shirt. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as if he was scared you'd disappear in the smoke and lights of the club.
"I will definitely come back." You whispered against his lips as the kiss broke.
"I will hold you to that." Ice whispered back with a smile.