First year <3
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“Sleep prints, you say?” he says in nothing more than a whisper. Maverick barely catches the murmur, watching Iceman’s lips move as he speaks. Iceman’s hand slots against his face, holding Maverick’s chin between his thumb and index, the rest of his fingers grazing his neck. Iceman’s thumb rubs his cheek in slow, circling motions, and Maverick momentarily forgets how to breathe. Iceman’s gaze is intense, and this whole ordeal should feel awkward, but Maverick can’t 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 he’s not breathing in the same air as Iceman. He can pretend that he isn’t taking in the smell of Iceman’s cologne, or that he doesn’t feel the texture of Iceman’s hands against his cheeks, rough from too many hours in the cockpit yet warm and pleasant against his skin. “I don’t see any.”
Fic coming soon I promise (it's almost fully written fr)
Hangman: *Staring at Goose*
Rooster: Why are you staring at my dad?
Hangman: It's just nice to know that you'll age like fine wine
Rooster:
Flyboys: *Laughing*
Goose: *Winks at Jake*
Rooster: DAD NO-
Game : Guess to quote!
Me : "I Love Malfoy."✋🙂‍↕️
Game : ...
In my shitty au that exists only in my mind Billy has spent so much time in the Upside Down that he's become completely unhinged. He will rip the heads off of demodogs and eat the bats. By the time they pull his ass out he has no idea what social norms are anymore. He eats as if starved. He runs like his life depends on it. He won't stop touching his gaping flesh chest wound and it freaks everyone out. He kisses Steve in public. He hunts people for sport-
Tc uses his hands when talking and explaing and over found that pilots as a bunch are quite visually focused, so gimme a Mav that is in the middle of a explanation of a new maneuver to the daggers and its not getting through, so he just starts a bunch of wild flowy and vaguely harsh gestures, in complete silence with his hands and arms, flipping his palms and waving his arms over his head every so often. The he stops, hands at his sides and looks at them.
And in unison they all go ohhhhhhhhh and nod.
I will never forget the day I discovered “wingmen” was already used as a euphemism for gay lovers before the Top Gun fandom got ahold of it.
Oh, but hey, it’s probably just a coincidence, it’s not like there’s any proof the cast or filmmakers were aware of this, by all accounts, obscure queer historical aviation romance. It’s not like the top half of the cover art mirrors a famous scene from the fil… wait…
“You can be my wingman anytime”
“Bullshit, you can be mine” indeed Tony Scott.
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
And Maverick's hands are always warm af
They call him Iceman because his hands are always cold as shit
I write stuffs about ships I'm obssessed with🤷‍♀️sh4rming on AO3Enemies/Rivals to Lovers = my roman empire
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