#From The Top

[ghostoffuturespast]

[artlesscomedic]

the red clouder??? miao

[tgmsunmontue]

From the top 6/6

IceMav, Explicit, (background Hangster who are already established). Set post-TGM. (No dead Ice obviously).

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE

PART SIX

                Ice is taller than him, but they’re equally broad and thick. Ice’s height only gives the illusion that he’s bigger. However hidden beneath is also a lot of coiled strength and Ice has never used it on him before, not like this. He finds himself boxed in against his workstation, the hard ridge of the bench digging into his back, Ice pressed against his front, his hands on both of Pete’s hips and holding him firmly in place. It makes his breathing quicken.

                “Mav… Pete…”

                Pete likes the way Ice says his name now, like he’s finally given himself permission to use Pete, and his voice sounds rough, broken, worshipful even. He angles his head and slides his mouth over Ice’s, reaches up to run has hands through his hair and hold him in place while Pete kisses him. Tom isn’t trying to move away though, is pressing back into him like he wants nothing more than to be in the same space that Pete is currently in.

                “You done this before?” Pete asks, because it’s one thing to skirt around the subject through messages back and forth, Ice an expert at writing words and saying things without giving anything away. He’s never lied to him though and Pete knows he’s not about to start.

                “Yes. Not in a long time though. Not with someone who… who matters to me.”

                “Mmm. Yeah. Me too. Just… we don’t have to… just want to make you feel good.”

                “Yeah, I know, I just… fuck. I’ve been thinking about it okay? Want… want you to…”

                “Yeah?”

                “Yes.”

                “Bed’s not just there for decoration. Come on…”

                Ice follows close behind him as they make their way up to his new bedroom, the one he’s refused to let him use. He turns toward Ice and reaches for his hand, urges him close even though there’s not more than inches between them. He’ll never admit it, but his hands feel shaky as he unbuttons Ice’s shirt, pushes it off his shoulders. Doesn’t think Ice notices because he’s intent on undressing Pete which is something he’s totally on board with. Ice kisses every part of his body as he takes the clothing off and when he shoves his underwear down he shouldn’t be surprised at the kiss Tom places on the head of his cock.

                Then Ice is kissing him again and he wants to look and touch everywhere, have Ice’s hands all over him and he urges him toward the bed, wants to do exactly what they were doing this morning, but naked and with added orgasms. Fortunately Ice seems completely on board with his unspoken plan, shifting to lie on the bed on his side, head propped up on his hand as he watches Pete move closer, knee walking up the bed a little awkwardly.

                Ice’s skin is pale all over, no tan lines like Pete has himself, his career taking him inside. The hands though catch his eye, one wrapped around his cock as Ice strokes himself, eyes on Pete, intense in a way that he recognizes, that feeling of electricity zaps through him again.

                “Come here…” Ice says, his voice rough and Pete almost falls on him in his eagerness to comply, catches himself with a grin, face inches away and he kisses him with a laugh.

                “I’m here.”

                He settles on his side, facing Ice, feels long fingers curl around his cock and he groans, hips jerking into the pressure. His own fingers trace along the length of Ice’s erection and he wraps his fingers and strokes before pulling back, reminded that he went out and bought supplies for exactly this reason.

                “Lube?”

                “Fancy…”

                “Shut up…” Pete mutters playfully, and he doesn’t want to move away, because it’s going to mean Ice taking his hands off him and it’s taken years to get here.

                “Get your lube… I’ve always just used lotion.”

                “Mmm. Explains why your hands are nice and soft…”

                That earns him an eye roll and a slight shove, but as he moves to grab the bottle he feels a hand grab his ass, fingers digging into the muscle and his cock jumps again. Then Ice is taking the lube from him, pumping some out into his palm, stroking himself, then reaching for Pete’s cock.

                “Come here…” Ice repeats, and this time he’s already close, settles in close and slides their mouths together, feels Ice wrap his hand around them both, jerking them together, adjusting his grip a few times before he seems.

                “God… your hands…” Pete moans against Ice’s mouth, whole body jerking toward him and he doesn’t miss the way Ice’s mouth twitches with amusement. They lie facing each other, thighs slotted together, eyes lingering, Ice’s hand wrapped around their cocks, breath intermingling and the air between them is warm and humid. They’re both shifting and grinding, into Tom’s hand, against each other, kissing spit-slick lips and licking over the delicate skin of each other’s necks, nipping at earlobes and to finally have this after weeks of knowing he can but years of denying it is overwhelming.

                “Mav… Pete…”

                “Yeah, yeah. Right here… fuck.”

…            …            …

                Maverick is gorgeous. Tom’s always thought so. He can’t believe that his touch is not only wanted but is so clearly being enjoyed by Pete, his eyes dark with arousal, mouth hanging open like he can’t catch his breath and Tom bites at the hinge of his jaw, grips harder. Would worry that it’s too hard except for the hitch in Pete’s breath and jerk of his hips into the pressure. He’d been worried that they would be awkward with one another, that they’d maybe start off slower.

                He should have known better. He’s dealing with Maverick, and it’s working in his favor, just jumping in feet-first with no care for the consequences. Or rather, so sure that the outcome is going to be a positive one. He’s quietly confident of that too, can’t imagine them slipping back into solely friendship now that they’ve introduced this into the equation. Ice. Tom. Close. God. Please. Faster. Just a little… please all panted against his neck and he shouldn’t be surprised that Mav likes it fast, his body almost vibrating against Tom’s as his hips jerk, thrust and twitch, shoving his cock into Tom’s grip.

                He let’s go of them then, quickly grips Pete’s cock again, bites at his bottom lip as Mav whines at the brief cessation of pressure. But with only Pete’s cock in his hand he can go harder and faster and he shifts so it’s a bit more comfortable, his hand able to move more easily and he resumes the stroking, faster, his hand a blur and Pete’s breath is coming like he’s running, eyes now squeezed shut, bottom lip trembling and Tom doesn’t know where to look, what he wants to watch most.

                “Come on Pete…” Tom breathes, his voice sounds rough and he feels the kick of Pete’s body, the sudden slick sensation of come on his fingers and he loosens his grip, feels Pete’s entire body shudder against him, breath coming in loud pants. He looks down between them, suddenly wants nothing more to come, wrap his hand covered in Pete’s come around his own cock so he does exactly that.

                “Damn that’s a pretty sight…”

                He groans, knowing that Pete is watching him, shifting to get a closer look; but then Pete is sucking one of his nipples into his mouth and Tom comes with a shout, shuddering through the intensity of it and very glad he’s already horizontal.

                “Fuck…” he manages, and Pete is laughing against his chest and Tom ducks his head, bumps it against Pete’s. He looks up and then Tom can kiss him again and it’s sweeter. But he also feels sweaty, and sticky and Pete must be feeling the same.

                “Did you upgrade the shower as well?”

                Pete’s frozen and he has his answer right there, because a new kitchen and bed are great, but an inside shower is apparently a step too far.

                “I’ll, uh, get on that right away…”

                “You’re lucky I love you,” Tom says with a grin, and it’s a little bit of a relief knowing that despite everything that Mav is still Mav.

                The outside shower isn’t bad, perfectly functional and the wooden screens offering enough privacy for them to shower together. Neither of them can stop smiling, laughter bubbling out occasionally and he feels lighter and happier than he has in years. They’re clean, dry, changed into comfortable clothes he’s glad he had the foresight to bring with him. Although he notes that an entire side of the dresser is filled with his own clothes and he wonders exactly when Pete stole them and relocated them here.

                “Thought you were going to make me dinner or was that just a ploy to get me into bed?”

                Pete snorts and bites playfully at his shoulder.

                “No, I plan to cook… Penny gave me instructions.”

…            …            …

                He feels Ice’s huff of breath and realizes mentioning one of his exes is probably a faux pas, but it’s Ice. He knows every embarrassing detail of his life and relationships, some that Pete himself has probably forgotten. Plus he knows Penny and Ice are friends as well. He moves around the kitchen, accepts the glass of wine the Ice pours him and Penny was right. It will take twenty minutes. Huh.

                “We going to talk about it?” Ice asks and Pete turns from watching the potatoes going around in the air fryer. It’s kind of mesmerizing.

                “About what?”

                “How it took Jake and Bradley meddling for us… for us to…” Ice starts, hand waving between them, frown growing on his face at his apparent inability to find words. Pete grins, steps in close and wraps his arms around him.

                “We’ll figure out a way to thank them.”

                “Mmm. Okay.”

                “That’s… that’s all you want to say?” Pete asks, because he’d sort of expected a far more detailed and in-depth conversation, something akin to a debrief.

                “What else is there to say? Best possible outcome I can imagine.”

                Oh.

                “I love you,” Pete says, and he’s never going to get sick of seeing the small little smile that his words invoke on Ice’s face. He kisses him, sneaks his fingers under his t-shirt to stroke at bare skin.

                “Love you too. Love you more if you actually feed me…”

                As if on cue Ice’s stomach rumbles, making them both laugh. Pete shakes his head, gives him a little shove which is completely ineffective but he goes about finishing up making dinner. It’s exactly what he’s always wanted, the quiet companionship of someone who knows all his flaws and loves him anyway. They clean up together, have a quick game of chess where he limits Ice to ten seconds per move, and Ice still wins.

                Then they’re preparing for bed, and it’s a different type of intimacy but not unfamiliar at all with their years of friendship between them. There are soft touches and lingering fingers, looks which cannot be construed as anything other than love and desire and yeah, he’s in love with his best friend and he loves him back.

…            …            …

                He wakes up stiff. That’s not unusual these days, but he’s stiff in places that aren’t usually stiff and he groans at the discomfit. He opens his eyes to find Ice already awake, closing his book and looking at him with concern.

                “You okay?”

                “Yeah… just… my body isn’t used to the kind of workout we put it through last night.”

                “Mmm. Mine either. Good mattress though. I already got up and stretched a little.”

                “Yeah. Figured it was a good investment.”

                “See. You can forward plan.”

                He opens his mouth to object but Ice is grinning, reaching to pull him in for a kiss and yeah, that’s a much better option.

…            …            …

                He is quietly content, happy in a way he hadn’t realized was even a thing. His relationship with Maverick feels… well. Somehow brand new and fragile, but also deep and foundational, integral to his very being. All they’ve really done is add sex to the mix, and he’s enjoying that plenty, refusing to dwell on years lost. He isn’t going to lose his future to past regrets.

                His phone vibrates on his desk and he looks at the message, because it’s close enough to lunch that he’s sort of expecting Mav to be joining him, his presence in and around his office no longer questioned, which is probably just as well. Rather than a message from Maverick through their usual app it’s from the one that Jake set up, when he was pretending to be messaging Pete and not know exactly who it was he was talking with.

>>Please go outside and look up toward the northwest.

>>You have five minutes.

                “Oh, for…” he grumbles, because this is giving him flashbacks to when Pete used to steal planes. Of course, now that he has his own he’s gotten better about that and he hopes Pete isn’t stupid enough to fly the Mustang into military airspace. He wonders why Pete has chosen to message him using that app, is thumbing out a message asking exactly that when he hears the hum of several planes approaching and he looks up to see five prop-planes.

                Then they start releasing puffs of smoke and he realizes they’re sky typing, and he can already make out the first two letters and he has to remind himself to breathe. Wonders if Mav is up there in one of the planes. Wonders when the hell he learnt how to fucking sky type. Not that he’d put it past him, or is even surprised, because as the letters continue to appear he’s reminded that this type of over-the-top romantic gesture is exactly Maverick’s style.

                MARRY ME?

                “So… what do you say?”

                Tom startles, turns toward the sound and Mav is kneeling, that can’t be good for his knees on the asphalt, there’s a ring in his hand and he’s holding it up, clearly waiting for Tom to answer.

                “I think there’s no point in waiting. We know each other in all the best and worst ways. I can’t imagine anything better than being married to my best friend.”

                Tom swallows, doesn’t trust himself to speak so he simply nods, knows Mav understands because he’s standing with only a slight wince, slipping the ring onto Tom’s finger and giving him a surprisingly quick and chaste kiss before pulling back. Then he hears the applause and he turns to see the entire personnel population from the building there watching, and now they’re applauding. He’s very grateful it was exactly the quick-soft kiss it was now, and he does his best to ignore Mav’s shit eating grin as people start coming forward to give them their congratulations. Of course they all know, Pete would have had to get clearance for such a grand gesture.

                “Congratulations Tom. Now he’s your problem both professionally and personally.”

                Tom laughs.

                “He always was.”

[girlwonderers]

family photo collection of Rook Looking Slightly Confused in Harding's Armchair

[ilivelikeimtrying]

HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL ESPECIALLY MY MOOTS THAT PUT UP WITH MY BS OR RANDOM CHANGE IN FANDOMS AND LIKES! HAPPY TO HAVE YOU GUYS HERE WITH ME IN THE COMING YEAR!

[milesbutterball]

Wclv.org

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

I'd headcanon Aya as having ADHD but it'd make me feel even worse about the way she's treated like she's a fucking idiot

[nita-engle-reference]

From the Top Nita Engle (1925-2019) Watercolor

From the Top is an example of a sea exercise gone wrong. The painting action included spraying, tilting my board to make the water and paint behave like a real wave, and knifing rocks in the foreground. However, after the paint was dry and my thinking phase had begun, I realized I had lost any real feeling of moving water. Thanks to an accent of light here and there, I began to see mountains, and finishing the painting accordingly. I established a new, very high horizon line for the sea, added a lone tree atop the land at right, and removed paint for distant sea. I also filled foreground hollows—previously waves—with trees and rock. Last but not least, I gave the painting its title! - Nita Engle

An example of a sea-painting exercise from one of her watercolor classes.

[boomthundr]

FROM THE HEAD TO MY SOUL (good one huh)

What good is grammar, annunciation, , and pronunciation. If what I’m communicating is being understood , shouldn’t the focus in speech be comprehension? If one can fully grasp my language with out hearing me, or interpret my intention with out seeing me. Why do they analyze everything but message?. The answer is simple we analyze what we don’t understand, we study what we don’t know. Don’t we all all though? So I think when it’s come to language comprehension surpasses grammar, pronunciation, accents, body language, and complex structures of words. When I’m coms to how language is defined I feel the world is missing something. That’s the will to comprehend , the why behind expressions, and the intent underneath study. When I take in communication I learned it’s not the words I should focus on, words are to easily manipulated, it’s not the actions that should draw my attention with the right amount in t of training and self awareness that can be controlled and if someone is really good it can be misleading. I don’t just want to assuming I understand. Confusion brings self reflection. After processing the above and I return back to myself Why does this grasp my interest? What is it that’s speaking louder louder then words, how is nothing tangible more easy to see them waving arms and a smile? What is there joy behind a tears and a sad story. Who this , the one that can show strength and composure although in the the midst of chaos and confusion. When did all of these noises, and presentation stop becoming clear? Now it’s all dust. And clear comprehension tend to come when I’m in tits midst. I don’t know when or I don’t know how. But I know but it’s almost as if I’m a baby or young child again. Being so new and un-educated in the rules of speech, the manners , and masks we are all taught to put on. You can see it happening, but through it you see them and after it resonates. Just like a kid I’m curious but then quickly distracted , or intrigued for sake of sensation of what could and if it’s……… Then I quickly remember myself and move about my ways. I can process and appreciate the effort, even humbled by the knowledge. But it always comes back who, what, when, where and why? Now that i think about it. The why doesn’t really matter as much as how does it all feel. Not how does it make me feel. Simply how does is feel Only I, and God knows that. I believe that’s how we all feel a little bit after pouring our hearts or after a burst of expression. But I’m learning there no need to pour or drink from every cup. There’s also not need to offend or be offended when I or anyone decides where they want to pour and drink from either. As long as we all comprehend our entireties in the end.

(Ps)If you ever look at your best friend or a loved one and started just laughing with not having to say a word. I’m thankful you read the whole draft and can relate. I miss that part the most. That pure human connection. Now days we all just look at our phone and practice our manners and study books on how read people , obtain power , manipulate or not get manipulated in conversations….. Study and knowledge is great. But nobody will ever know you like those you can look and hear everything they said with out saying a word that is mastering language and speech. Those are the moments I pondered on and was looking for but in the end I only found myself. God looked down at me and I looked up. I must of looked crazy because to to the rest of the world I was laughing by myself.

[ghostoffuturespast]

Into the fog

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

next time someone's mean to Tony in the from the top verse

Stephen: I just want to remind everyone that I went to a universe where Tony died, and in it I had killed everyone. Whole universe, DEAD. So, calmly reconsider your opinion of what a Tony-less universe would look like.

[tgmsunmontue]

From the top 5/6

IceMav, (eventual) Explicit, (background Hangster who are already established). Set post-TGM. (No dead Ice obviously).

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR

PART FIVE

              When he wakes he goes through the postcards again, runs his fingers along the edges and finds himself just smiling at them. Some of them he remembers being with Pete when he found them, his excitement and encyclopedic knowledge of some of the catalogues and print runs. Propaganda postcards he’d called them, tongue in cheek as he’d grinned up at Tom while they’d been on various shore leaves. He might have a few himself, hidden away in a locked drawer that he supposes is redundant now that Pete knows how he feels.

              He stretches in his bed, rolling out to the side and then rolling his neck, feels everything click and crunch and pulls a face. There isn’t pain in any of his joints, but some of them are definitely stiffer than he’d like. He uses the bathroom and then pulls on a t-shirt before shuffling off downstairs, his desire for coffee growing. He turns the coffee maker on, walks out to fetch the paper in bare feet, shakes it out. It’s nice to be home, sleep in his own bed, be up early but with nowhere he needs to go. Until later.

              He’s halfway through his mug of coffee when he hears the front door open and there are only a handful of people that wouldn’t even knock first. One person in fact. His heart rate picks up and he licks his lips, isn’t really prepared to see him. He’s in a pair of almost threadbare sleep pants he’s had for over a decade and a t-shirt of a similar nature. He’d have made a little more effort if he knew Mav was coming over.

              “Ice! You up?”

              “Yes… hi,” Tom says, stepping into sight from the study where he’d laid out the paper on his desk.

              “Morning,” Maverick says, and Tom is fairly certain he doesn’t blush as Pete’s eyes sweep over his body, but he does shift a little, but he’s pretty sure he’s seeing open appreciation in his gaze, and that’s definitely a new and novel thing. Maybe he doesn’t need to worry about putting in too much effort after all… “Yeah. Hi. Sleep well?”

              “Yes. I thought I wasn’t seeing you until later?”

              “Yeah, no, well, I couldn’t wait to see you. Um. I hope that’s okay. I brought bagels…”

              “Of course you did…”

              “You can’t live off coffee alone…”

              They stand there looking at each other, the quiet stretching but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward. They just seem to simply be drinking the sight of each other in and he wonders… wants…

              “Mav… Pete…”

              “Can… look… can you kiss me? I know everyone thinks that I’m the risk taker but –”

              Tom swallows, carefully places his mug down and licks his lips before he’s stepping forward and cupping Mav’s face in his hands, knows he’s reading this right even if Pete hadn’t just asked for him to kiss him.

              “I love you…”

              He slides his mouth over Pete’s, doesn’t let him get a word in which is a nice change. Even if a small part of him is a little worried that Pete might not say the words back. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. So much. He’s loved Pete over half his lifetime. Is glad that they’ve had that back and forth recently because it’s giving him the much-needed confidence to do this.

              This is sucking Mav’s bottom lip and then licking over it, letting his teeth nibble a little and then Mav is kissing back, fingers of one hand scratching through Tom’s hair and pulling, holding him closer to kiss while the other is on his waist, fingers there curling into the fabric of his t-shirt like he’s worried Tom might want to be anywhere but here. He pulls back and lets his forehead rest against Maverick’s, leaves his eyes closed and just lets himself feel Mav’s warm humid breath against his skin.

              “First kiss…” Tom whispers softly.

              “First of many.”

              Then Pete’s kissing him, pressing against him and Tom can feel every line of him through the thin fabric of what he’s wearing. The roughness of his jeans, the suppleness of his jacket and he wants to push it off, has thought, fantasized, about pushing Mav’s jacket off his shoulders and he reaches for the collar, pushes it back and then moves to suck at the skin of Pete’s neck. Doesn’t miss the way Mav’s entire body jerks against his and he licks and sucks a path back to his mouth.

              “Tom Tom Tom…”

              It’s his new favorite sound, Maverick chanting his name in a breathy way he’s never heard before.

              “Let me… are you… do you have somewhere you need to be?”

              “Shit. I actually have a meeting with someone just after midday.”

              “And we’re still doing dinner at the hangar?”

              “Yeah. Got a few things I want to show you.”

              He raises an eyebrow and Pete laughs. He laughs with his entire body and it floods him with warmth. He wants to wrap his arms around him and kiss him again, wonders if he should try. Take a leaf out of Mav’s playbook and just do, so he leans forward and is met halfway by eager lips and hands that tug at his shirt.

              “Pete, Mav, we don’t…”

              “Midday is still over four hours away.”

              “You want to rush this?”

              “Is it really rushing?”

              Tom supposes that it’s really not, regardless of whether they count by his years or the last few weeks. But…

              “I’d like for you to not have to get up and leave me alone in my bed… if you do have somewhere you have to be.”

              “Okay. Yeah. I don’t think I’d want to leave you either… I love you too, you know. I didn’t get to tell you before… you’re very, uh, distracting.”

              He didn’t know, but he does now and he grins.

              “Come on, lets have breakfast and then make out on the sofa until you have to go…”

…          …          …

              Pete is used to feeling like he has electricity under his skin. Having Tom touch him makes it light up even more than usual and he tries not to think about years wasted. It’s fine, all of that has brought them together now and he will make the most of every moment. He pulls out his phone and opens the last string of messages. Start tapping out a new one while he waits for the woman he’s meant to be meeting at the airstrip.

>>Told him I loved him.

>>Making him dinner tonight.

>>Scared shitless to be honest.

>>He loves you back.

>>You could feed him trail rations and he’d be happy.

>>What’s scaring you?

>>I don’t want to disappoint him.

>>You could never do that. Not about this Mav.

              It’s not like he didn’t know he’s been talking to Ice the whole time, but he smiles at him calling him Mav anyway. He’s had his meeting, top secret and he knows he has a finite window and is very glad he currently has a considerable amount of goodwill with Cyclone for what he plans to do. Doesn’t care what anyone else thinks so he’s definitely doing it as soon as he can.

              He looks around the hangar, pleased with what he sees. Through the combined efforts of the Daggers it is a changed space, and he knows Fanboy and Payback are mainly to thank, although he knows Bradley and Hangman kept the workers fed and watered. He has a working kitchen and a meal that even an eight-year-old could cook. That’s what Penny had told him. Then she’d shoved an air fryer into his hands and told him it was going to be his new best friend.

              Steak. Potatoes. Salad.

              She’s right. He can’t muck that up. He’s been feeding himself for years and not done too badly. He’s alive isn’t he? The salad is already made and in the fridge. The potatoes are ready to be put in the air fryer, and Penny has given him step by step instructions on what to do. Then it’s just cooking the steaks.

              Now all he has to do is wait.

              Which is the hardest part, not something that comes naturally to him, so he’s so relieved when Ice sends him a message asking if it’s okay if he comes out earlier than planned. His response is immediate and affirmative. Now he just has to wait for him to get here. He reorganizes his tools, wipes down the work benches and then goes upstairs to the bed and makes sure the supplies he bought earlier are all still there. How or why they would have suddenly gone he has no fucking clue, but he’s nervous anyway.

              Then he hears it, the gentle rumble of Ice’s car and he sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly before going down the steps and heading outside. He waits for Ice to get out, but that’s more than long enough and he’s in his space, pressing up against him and smiling, head tilted up for a kiss and Ice doesn’t disappoint, one of his arms going around Pete’s waist and then he’s pressed between Ice and his car. One of Ice’s thighs is between his legs, he grinds against it as they kiss and he tries to remember what he was nervous about.

              Ice is dressed in slack and a long sleeve button down, completely impractical for the hangar environment and he pulls the shirt from where it’s tucked in so he can get his hands on skin. Of course Ice is wearing an undershirt and he mutters under his breath even as he feels Ice smile and chuckle against his neck. He’s been carrying a low-level arousal with him all day, since he spent nearly three hours making out with Ice, pressed up against the long line of his body. The same body that’s now pressing him against the hard metal of the car, and he wonders if they could do this against the Mustang… Ice would likely indulge him.

              Right now he doesn’t want to move, unless it’s harder and firmer against Ice’s body, and he kisses him back, lips still feeling sensitive from that morning and he knows he’ll get used to it, but right now the novelty is making his entire body thrum with energy. The heat from the afternoon sun seems lukewarm compared to the hot press of Ice’s body and he’s quickly shifting to fully hard but then Ice is pulling back. He lips are pink and shiny-slick with spit, eyes bright and pupils blown wide with arousal and he looks fucking gorgeous so he says as much and then gets to see Ice blush and he reaches up to run a thumb over the apple of his cheek.

              “You, uh, wanted to show me something?”

              “Uh, well… everything,” Pete says, and he laces his fingers in Ice’s hand, brings it to his mouth so he can kiss his knuckles and then walks him toward the hangar. He’s steps inside and waves a hand around, when he turns back to Ice he grins at the slightly shocked expression.

              “Mav… Pete… when did all this happen?”

              “Last couple of weeks. I, uh, had a little help. A lot of help actually. Got the kitchen finished, a proper bed… I figured… um. Brand new bed for a brand new beginning.”

              He winces a little at how cheesy it sounds, but Ice has seen him pick up before, and he’s not trying to pick Ice up. Is a lot more interested in something forever with him than he ever has been with anyone else.

              “I thought I could turn the trailer into an office for you. Gives you privacy and air conditioning while I…”

              “You did all of this… for me?”

              “Who else?”

PART SIX

[lovphobic]

restarted my computer and waow everything is running so much smoother its almost like having the same seven tabs open for a week will slow ur pc down or something. anyways. restore previous sessions i love you

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Just finished S3

I feel....conflicted?

As a whole, the show wasn't perfect, I can agree with that. Had moments I enjoyed, moments I absolutely adore, even parts that made me roll my eyes in due to how corny it was.

But what was that ending?? Something random happens, and they just end it without hinting what it could be. Is it Eggman again? Is it the Shades (which is what the shatterverse counterparts are called according to the subtitles) visiting, and Sonic might not realize it's them at first? Is it something else entirely? It just ends with the main group going to fight them, and that's it.

And what about the other shatterspaces? I'm assuming they still exist out there somewhere, but I was expecting them to pull a SVTFOE S4 ending on us (which was insanely messy, but that's what I thought was going to occur) and have them connected somehow and allowing them all to interact with each other. Buuut that didn't happen.

We only had the one season, but did they sorta have more stuff planned just in case they got renewed??

Idk. Those last couple of minutes just threw me for a loop.

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Bark day in the park day

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Starting off the year with some outfits for the fave :D