Iceman and Maverick on one of their "friendship-affirming" vacations. Because you can't keep up the will-they-won't-they energy with your best friend for 30+ years without popping the what-are-we's once every few years.
Left pic was taken by Mav when they were lounging at a resort bar. It was one of those rare moments where Ice could simply enjoy the entertainment and their conversation. They barely drank, but Ice's body easily sank to the pillows on the sofa. All about Ice, down to his fingertips, right now seemed relaxed. Open. Inviting. Maverick could feel himself getting drawn in. Couldn't help watching Ice's lips as he took each drag of that cigarette. Maverick felt a tingle in his chest as he took in the sight; even The Iceman looked warm in the soft yellow light. Ice never looked more breathtaking like this.
They stumbled into bed together, later that night, still wrapped up in conversation. Sincere admissions were exchanged, also hopes and anxieties. If there is one thing that's certain in this world, let it be that they always have each other. They slept tangled in each other's limbs till late morning.
Maverick woke up feeling energized. He greeted Ice good morning with a few smacks on his butt and a dare to race to the beach. Then bolted right out of bed, cackling like a maniac.
Ice ran after Maverick, grumbling, but not before grabbing their camera. When he caught up with Maverick, the man was already waist-deep in sea water. Wet, translucent fabric was clinging to his muscular torso, which should convey an image of a hardened, trained body. But to Ice's awe, Maverick's skin looked soft and radiant in the morning sun. Mav yelled at him to join him, but Ice stood still, opting to admire the beautiful man from afar. Later, as Maverick plopped down on the sand next to him, Ice pretended to be more interested in the horizon in front of him. Not for long, though. He just needed a minute. To prepare himself mentally. Ice stole a glance sideways. Sweet sweet Maverick was looking up at him with a smile. Ice pressed the shutter, and his stomach did a flip. Maverick never looked more stunning like this.
Maverick: What's Kazansky's damn problem? I am not reckless or dangerous! You don't understand Goose, but he has a fucking stick in his ass, with that fucking pretty blue eyes and -
Goose: He'll stop in a few days Mav
Goose: *Thoughts* Or this end soon or this is end with me
*20 years later*
Bradley: *Calling his parents - Location: USNA* Dad, you don't understand, he's a plebe, that stupid Seresin, ughh he's so annoying! He has a fucking stick in his ass, with his fucking annoying but cute green eyes he beli-
Goose: *Sobbing into Carole's shoulder* NOT THIS AGAIN
Black Widow (2020) | Black Widow vol. 6 (2016)
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Steve breaking Tony's heart, and Tony giving him the last piece
Goose: So when you two fight, he makes you sleep on the couch?
Maverick: No, it's even worse
Maverick: He sleeps on the couch. So on top of being alone, I'm left feeling guilty that he has to sleep on the couch because of me and I'm up all night thinking about my actions
Wolfman: Oh shit, I have to make sure Wood never learns this
*Meanwhile*
Iceman: I slept like a baby
Slider: *Nodding* I see
Hollywood: Taking notes
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âSleep prints, you say?â he says in nothing more than a whisper. Maverick barely catches the murmur, watching Icemanâs lips move as he speaks. Icemanâs hand slots against his face, holding Maverickâs chin between his thumb and index, the rest of his fingers grazing his neck. Icemanâs thumb rubs his cheek in slow, circling motions, and Maverick momentarily forgets how to breathe. Icemanâs gaze is intense, and this whole ordeal should feel awkward, but Maverick canât find it in himself to tear his eyes off Iceman. Iceman leans closer still, faces mere inches away from each other. If Maverick focuses on it hard enough, he can pretend that heâs not breathing in the same air as Iceman. He can pretend that he isnât taking in the smell of Icemanâs cologne, or that he doesnât feel the texture of Icemanâs hands against his cheeks, rough from too many hours in the cockpit yet warm and pleasant against his skin. âI donât see any.â
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How did y'all not know Dumbledore was â¨gay⨠straight away?
He was literally called â¨Headmasterâ¨
i love a good fic where bradley takes the rest of the daggers to his house with mav and they find out that ice is mavs husband and then all the other flyboys are there and the daggers are all in shock and mad at bradley for not telling them
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I write stuffs about ships I'm obssessed withđ¤ˇââď¸sh4rming on AO3Enemies/Rivals to Lovers = my roman empire
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