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=Top gun tweets pt. 1=

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"im not her"

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 3,247 Emotional hurt/comfort

Summary:

The dare is nothing, at first. It was some offhand, playful challenge thrown out by Slider while they were sitting around a bar table. It wasn’t even a serious dare, it was more a joke to pass the time. ... “I bet you can't get a kiss in under five minutes.” aka icemav are hiding their early relationship to keep themselves & their careers safe and a miscommunication happens (but is resolved quickly)

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can you sketch hangmav reunited after the tgm mission? <33 :D

hangmav finally embracing each other after almost dying, woop woop

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If you are taking requests maybe some Goose art?

Its the first time drawing him, give me mercy

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can you give us some icemav angst? like early early relationship when they're still figuring things out and maverick is dared by someone to flirt with a lady at a bar & ice expects him to say no but instead mav goes along with it?

absolutely I can, that is delicious!! (it's going to be short though because I need to go to sleep and not spend another hour writing gay pilots after writing almost 4k words about them earlier today lol)

"i’m not her"

icemav; hurt/no comfort (1,188 Words)

The dare is nothing, at first. It was some offhand, playful challenge thrown out by Slider while they were sitting around a bar table. It wasn't even a serious dare, it was more a joke to pass the time. Ice had a glass of some sort of alcohol in his hand - sweeter than normal, ordered by Maverick before Ice could get his usual vodka lime - and they were all laughing about some sort of mess-up from that week. Slider smirked and nudged Maverick gently with his elbow, nodding toward a brunette at a bar.

"I bet you can't get a kiss in under five minutes."

Maverick just laughed, and Ice assumed he was going to brush it off. Before Ice could even turn to look at him, Maverick was already moving to stand up with that shit-eating grin he wore when he knew he was about to win something. It took a second for Ice to catch up with Maverick's mind - a short, confusing second where he expected Maverick to shake his head, say something like 'nah, not interested', or even play it off with a snarky remark about Slider's inability to get a woman. Anything but. . .that.

And yet, Maverick was already sliding out of his chair, adjusting his jacket and setting his beer down on the table. Ice watched in stunned silence as Maverick smirked and raised an eyebrow in Slider's direction before saying, "Watch and learn, sonny."

Before Ice could even react, Maverick was halfway across the bar. He looked relaxed, cocky, confident - and Ice realized with a cold chill that he didn't know if that was for show or if that's just who Maverick is, something Maverick does. A thrill-seeker, show-boater, a man who flirts with anything that moves because it's all just another game for him.

The first flash of anger in his chest surprised Ice. It was quick, cutting, and went straight to his gut in a way that he wasn't expecting. Sure, they were keeping everything under wraps for safety, but Ice thought they were at least on the same page that there was something. They'd spent almost every night for the past few weeks together; Ice had gotten used to a certain gleam in Maverick's eyes that was reserved for him, the way he would lean closer to Ice when he thought no one was looking just to speak quietly, the casual brush of arms and knees when they sat at a table together.

Maybe there had been nothing there after all.

Maybe Ice had been wrong. Maybe Maverick had played him, used him like a pawn and decided to toss him out once there was a prettier target to distract himself with. Ice felt like a fool sitting with his mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes and mind locked onto Maverick as Slider and Hollywood laughed about something. He tried to force his face to relax into something more casual; the last thing he wanted was for Slider - who knew him too well - to notice a flash of irritation in his eyes or the way his hand was white-knuckled around his glass.

Ice felt his heart break as he watched Maverick talk to the woman, leaning in with the same coy grin that had charmed him a few nights ago. He tore his eyes away as the woman laughed and looked away before looking back - he didn't want to see Maverick win the bet. Maverick appeared at the table a few seconds later, holding up a napkin with a lipstick stain on it and Ice forced a smile.

"That didn't take long," Ice said as casually as he could manage.

Maverick shrugged, glancing down at the napkin and back up at Ice. There was something playful in his eyes, as if he was expecting Ice to congratulate him - or maybe rib him about it.

But Ice doesn't feel like playing along with any of Maverick's games anymore.

"Guess it's still true, what everyone says, huh, Mitchell? You still can't resist a challenge," he said, keeping his tone cool and even and hoping the bitterness didn't slip through. He heard Slider and Hollywood laugh at his comment, but there was a flicker of confusion on Maverick's face, his smile faltering for just a second.

And maybe it was stupid, maybe it was bitter, maybe it wasn't fair, but Ice wanted nothing more than for Maverick to understand that he wasn't impressed. That he wasn't going to play whatever game Maverick thought this was. Because if this whole thing was just a joke to Maverick, Ice was glad he was learning now.

"I...I guess not," Maverick replied, quieter and more subdued than Ice had heard him since Goose's funeral.

Ice looked away, taking another sip of his drink and hoping the conversation would move on. Slider and Hollywood didn't notice the tension and uncomfortable air between them, but Ice could feel Maverick's gaze even as he refused to look the man in the eyes.

Finally, Maverick broke first and leaned over, his voice low so the others wouldn't be able to hear over the music, "Hey. Did I. . .Did I do something wrong?"

Ice refused to look at him, taking another long drink before shrugging, "Doesn't matter."

Of course, it mattered. And of course, Maverick knew that. And of course, the way Maverick was looking at him with his brow furrowed and head tipped to the side, his expression somewhere between kicked puppy and concerned lover, made Ice's chest tighten and made him want to say something that he knew he couldn't.

"I. . .I thought we needed. . ." Maverick hesitated and glanced around, ensuring himself that Hollywood and Slider and no other strangers were listening in, "I thought we needed to keep us a secret."

"Right," Ice replied sharply, his voice barely above a whisper. "So clearly it doesn't matter if you want to go flirt with someone else. Go fuck someone else. It's not like you're breaking any rules, right?"

Maverick tried to reply but Ice stood up abruptly, getting Hollywood and Slider to both look at him with matching startled expressions. Slider took in Ice's appearance and his expression morphed to concern as he tilted his head, "What's up, Ice? You heading out early?"

"Yeah. I just remembered that I have an early meeting, can't get too loose with you boys tonight," Ice said easily, grateful for the out that Slider provided. "Enjoy your drinks."

As Ice walked out of the bar, he kept his posture controlled, expression unreadable. He refused to look back at the table, not wanting to see Maverick's expression or the hurt that he half-imagined, half-hoped would be there. Instead, he pushed his way through the crowd and into the cool night air.

The silence outside cut into his mind as he walked off, a stark contrast to the loud, lively bar. Ice fished a cigarette out of his pocket as he walked. 'Don't smoke that shit,' Maverick had said once, 'it'll put you in an early grave.'

Ice lit it up and took a deep drag, blowing the smoke out into the sky.

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chapter two is posted!!

It is the end of Whumptober, so to celebrate I wrote 4k+ words of married IceMav during the Top Gun Maverick mission <3

Summary:

He heard footsteps behind him, but didn’t bother with opening his eyes or standing up straight. There was no need. Ice knew who it was without looking, he would be able to pick out those footsteps in a crowd of a million. Hands landed on his waist with a firm but familiar touch, sending a warm, grounding sensation through him. He smiled softly to himself, then opened his eyes to see the ocean gleaming under the sun. “Hello, sweetheart,” he murmured, daring to break the silence of the ocean. “Hi, Ice.”   aka a married icemav top gun maverick au <3 Whumptober Day 31!

Notes:

Prompt: "Take it Easy"

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"fuck it we ball" - famous last words of any ao3 author before the writers curse strikes them down happy early ficmas y'all! i have to start preparing now

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YEAHHHHHH FUCK DADT

Icemav wedding

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for the sketch request thing: mav and ice holding hands :]

They can hold hands, they are boyfrends

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Hi :]

i realized i should introduce myself for anyone who hops on by my name is echoric! you can also call me echo, dream, or ric!

im 22 (my birthday is in feburary, so if it's march of 2025 and this still says 22, yell at me to change it haha)

my ao3 account is echoric. if you like cod or top gun, those are the two main fandoms im writing for currently. i also plan to do more for star trek, and potentially more for pjo (once i can finally get my hands on the new series)

if y'all have a fic request, just let me know! feel free to send me a message or a request or a comment on ao3 or whatever :]

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It is the end of Whumptober, so to celebrate I wrote 4k+ words of married IceMav during the Top Gun Maverick mission <3

Summary:

He heard footsteps behind him, but didn’t bother with opening his eyes or standing up straight. There was no need. Ice knew who it was without looking, he would be able to pick out those footsteps in a crowd of a million. Hands landed on his waist with a firm but familiar touch, sending a warm, grounding sensation through him. He smiled softly to himself, then opened his eyes to see the ocean gleaming under the sun. “Hello, sweetheart,” he murmured, daring to break the silence of the ocean. “Hi, Ice.”   aka a married icemav top gun maverick au <3 Whumptober Day 31!

Notes:

Prompt: "Take it Easy"

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👓🤠

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Summary:

The day had been hell. Maverick had been called in to the base because an inspection of his jet had found a ‘modification’ that wasn’t allowed. In the end, it had all turned out to just be an inexperienced inspector who hadn’t known the difference between his old F-14 and the new F-16 he had been assigned to. Regardless of how easy it was to prove the inspector wrong, Maverick had still had to get up and get to base on a day he was supposed to have off to relax with Ice. It had been frustrating, and Maverick was about one red light away from throwing traffic laws to the wind. aka Maverick gets in a crash on his way to what is supposed to be a relaxing night for him and Ice Whumptober Day 28!

I still don't know how tumblr works but this was inspired by a post here that I can't find now so I wanted to share just in case the OP happens to see it <3

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happy trans visibilty day :D

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hello

idk how tumblr works ive never had a tumblr account before but hi everyone :D