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=Top gun tweets pt. 1=

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hurting myself and everyone with this over on tiktok

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I’m so mad and I live in england😔

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Saw this on Twitter and I thought they're Icemav for sec

👁️👁️

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First and last conversation.

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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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TOP GUN Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and his RIO, Ron "Slider" Kerner | 1986

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From The Book of Ruth: “Do not urge me to leave you, to turn back and not follow you. For wherever you go, I will go; wherever you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God.”

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Parents reveal au.

Fitz starts the trend because he's a bored, borderline insomniac and finds the whole thing cute. By five in the morning, he has posted the first "my mom and dad at 30//me at 30" and by eight that same night, every single dagger has posted the same thing with just some variation in the age.

Nobody expectes Bradley to post anything, especially because they know both his mother and father barely reached their thirties. But then the notification that he has published something comes up to every daggers' phone and what it comes out is not what they were expecting. There are fifteen photos and the description says "dad at 35//pops at 35//me at 35" and it's a gallery of a young Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell holding a toddler between their arms and then it's the picture of a calendar with all the activities written there and then there's Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell dancing in a living room with Bradley at the piano. And then, and then.

Fourteen pictures of a family they didn't know existed, and Bradley himself tried to forget about it. And one, a video more than a photo, of adult Bradley singing and playing the piano in a room similar to the one in the photos with two older men dancing in the middle of it with Bradley murmuring a "dads could you stop being so embarass-" before the video is cut short

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genshin icemav au anyone? anyone??

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Baking together

Something original? Finally? Yeah.

“Can someone explain to me why we are burning down Maverick’s kitchen instead of just going to Dunkin’?” asked Halo with flour on her nose. 

“Well, bonding exercise,” answered Javy, too busy piping icing on his sugar cookies to look up. 

Natasha looked darkly at the bowl of dough in front of her. “The only bonding I wanna do right now is join the hand-mixer with your nuts.” 

The four men in the kitchen winced at the threat. Jake eased away from her slowly, taking with him his food colorants and his batter. God forbid she ruined his masterpiece. 

Bradley, casually watching from his perch on a countertop, snorted. “You all know Mav is just going to use them to get in the good graces of the officer’s wives?” 

“How is that even possible?” asked Bob, wrist tiring from where he is wiping heavy cream. 

Bradley shrugged. “I don’t know, man, I’m not a forty-years-old woman left too long at home.”

“Somehow,” Jake said, “I feel like it doesn't play in his favor in the long term.”

“Yeah,” Bradley admitted. “Thank god Ice is here to get him out of his shit.” 

“Yes,” said Maverick, entering the kitchen with a carton of eggs. “Thank god for Ice. Now, please, don’t drop any more eggs.”

“Must be nice to have friends in high places,” Jake commented. 

Mav hummed. “Even better to have a husband in high places.” 

Jake’s egg slipped from his hand and smashed on the countertop. It rang in the silence. 

Natasha snorted and applied herself back to her dough. Everybody stared at her. 

“What?” she asked to their confusion. “That’s a good one.” 

A wave of relief came over Jake. A joke, of course. He didn’t have to deal with the emotional impact of being in the COMPACFLT’s kitchen.

Mav looked at them all, one by one, exasperation clear on his face. “Listen, I don’t usually bother with it, but I’m stuck as your CO for the foreseeable future, so I thought I might as well. I am married. To Tom Kanzansky.” 

Jake needed at least another coffee to bother with any of this shit. As the kitchen erupted into chaos, he started to open the cupboard to find some.

He turned the coffee maker on and Bradley handed him two mugs. He had a worried crease between his eyebrows, his eyes intent on Jake’s face. Jake shrugged it off, focus on the strong smell of caffeine. 

Once he had a full mug in hand, he turned back to the kitchen and the ongoing bickering and asked with a clear voice, “How did you deal with DADT?” 

He regretted it almost immediately. Maverick’s face soured a bit, the darkness of memories veiling his smile lines. 

“Well, we didn’t really.” said the Iceman in person, appearing from behind Maverick’s shoulder. 

Everyone straightened, saluting. Kazansky shook his head. “At ease please, we’re not here in any official capacity.” 

“I thought you weren’t here today?” asked Maverick, face softening, turning to his spouse. 

Kazansky squeezed his husband’s shoulder reassuringly. “I was in my office, heard the commotion.” His eyes found Jake’s. They were chilly. “To answer you, Lieutenant Seresin, there was nothing to do except keep it quiet. We kept it a secret from our friends and family when we could. I believe the pressure of keeping my partnership quiet in my early career was a good exercise to what a promotion can do to a man.” 

Jake didn’t have an answer to that. 

“But please, do tell me about what Maverick has enrolled you into doing. He seems to believe that your efforts might ease the burden of caring for him.” 

“Burden! People love my Halloween baskets.” 

“Because you never actually bake any of it,” Bradley said, still not doing anything useful in this kitchen. Jake felt a quiet sense of betrayal. He knew, there was no way around it. 

“Never do you, right about now,” Jake said, handing the cookie batter to him. 

“What?” 

“Well,” Natasha said easily. “We did label this as a bonding activity. Get mixing, Bradshaw.”

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based on another post i saw on pinterest

love ice's little shit eating smirk

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“I’m staying here,”

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It doesn't happen during or even after the funeral or while he's on the phone with Slider before the mission (there's a cat to feed and plants to water and things Pete is never going to pack and put away because he's not going to put him away like something that's easily forgottable).

It happens during the last briefing before the mission, when the clock doesn't sign five in the morning quiet yet, and they all are there, in front and around him. He's talking to Hondo, and maybe a little to Rooster too, but everybody is listening even when they try to be discreet.

"If I die," Mav says. "could you make sure I'm buried next to Tom? I don't have many requests - all the other stuff is already in my will - but... not I forgot the most important one. " Mav finishes, looking over Hondo like he just asked him to pass a pen, not to remember where his best friend wants to be buried because he knows he's not going to come back from this one.

Hondo's hand is shaking a little when he squeezes Mav's shoulder.

"See to come back so you can change your will yourself, Captain," and he tries to make it light and almost laughable but, later, Hondo is going to pray to everything he can think about to make sure Mav has a chance to come back.