#where ice and mav are both drunk and clingy

[boasamishipper]

iceman, drunk off his ass: and i have to say, you know, getting married is the bravest, most wonderful thing you can do.

iceman: because every day you come home and you're just like "what? it's you, i love you. you're my sexy roommate. we love each other."

maverick, also drunk off his ass: whoo! he’s talking about me!

iceman: sure am, you wonderful dumbass.

[topguncortez]

omg plis plis an iceman and reader fic where r is drunk asf and all whiny and clingy over iceman while hes all smirky and teasing and cocky?? While others are just like omg get tgt already?? Thanks!!

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"He's gonna kill us," Goose whispered as he threw his arm around your shoulders, as you stumbled over your feet again, "Actually he's going to kill you! I might be able to get by with a little maiming."

"It was your idea to go out for drinks!" Maverick sassed back, as he tried to keep you steady.

"I said 'a drink', Mav, A. As in one!"

"Mav can't help he's short and can't count," You slurred, your words not making the slightest bit of sense. Both men looked at each other confused but shook their heads as they continued to help you walk down the hall of your dorm, "Oh fuck, I'm drunk aren't I?" You giggled, throwing your head back, causing you to stumble again.

What was supposed to be a celebratory drink after having a successful day in the sky, turned into many drinking games and rounds of darts. Goose had challenged you to a game of shots for every time Maverick had a miss with a lady, which turned out to be a lot. Both men knew they were screwed when you started to dance to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' saying it was your favorite song to play while dancing with Ice.

A sober you never spoke about your relationship like that. You and Ice saved the PDA for behind closed doors, knowing how it might seem to others in the field. It was the telltale sign you were intoxicated when you started talking about sex, and Goose had to get you home before he started gagging.

"Easy girl, please don't get hurt before we get you back to Ice."

"Ice!" You gasp, your eyes were glossy but became wide at the mention of your boyfriend.

"Yeah, your boyfriend, who is going to kill us!"

"Icey doesn't kill people," You said, and leaned your head against Goose's shoulder as Maverick opened the door to the rec room. Slider, Ice, Wolfman and Hollywood all turned to look towards the three of them. Ice could tell right away from the way your nose and eyes were red that you were drunk, "ICEMAN! You guys were right he is here!"

"I'm gonna kill them," He muttered to the group, setting down his cards and walking over towards them.

"Hey, Tom-"

"Shut up," Iceman said to Goose, and Goose gave him a tightlipped smile as Ice wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hiya Tommy," You slurred.

"Hi princess," Tom smiled, "You have fun?"

"So much," Your eyes were barely open and Tom chuckled. You threw yourself against his body and Tom grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around you, "I love your chest. It's so comfy, and looks so good when I leave scratches on it."

Tom's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Maverick and Goose who were bright red.

"Yeah, she uh. . . she opened up a bit. I guess I know when I walk by your room and hear Def Leppard I should just keep walking," Goose smiled and Ice just glared, "Yeah, we're going. Bye, Y/N see you on Monday."

"Bye Mother Goose!" You waved enthusiastically, turning to watch the two of them leave. Ice placed a kiss on the top of your head, before leading you back over to the card table.

"We're almost done with this round, can you last a bit?" Ice asked you, sitting down in his chair, and pulling you into his lap. You nodded and got comfortable, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kept one arm around you, resting his hand on your hip and holding his cards in his other hand.

Every so often you would place a kiss on Ice's jaw and lean up to whisper things in his ear. He couldn't help but smirk both because your alcohol induced words made you feel even bolder than normal, and the eye roles and glares from his colleagues.

"When we get back I'll let you do that thing-"

"Okay, I'm not sticking around to watch the free porno," Hollywood said, tossing his cards down.

"Yeah same," Wolfman spoke and followed his pilot out of the rec room.

"Lame!" You yelled after them, "Wolfie, you get hard when you see a MiG."

"Yeah cause that's hot, this, is not," Wolfman said, "It's like watching your sister and her boyfriend cuddle on the couch. See you on, Monday."

"I gotta call my girl," Slider said, and stood up, but not before kissing your forehead, "Have fun. . . and don't play the Def Leppard too loud."

"You really like to run your mouth, don't ya," Tom said, and tickled your side. Once they all left, you shifted yourself so you were straddling Tom. His hands going straight to your hips to keep you still, "How much did you drink?"

"A lot," You said, "Goose challenged me to a drinking game with tequila, I hate tequila, and it was all down hill in a 4G negative nosedive from there."

"Sounds like a blast. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No!" You pouted, "I wanna play the song."

"Baby, I don't even think you can walk straight."

"Oh yes I can," You stood up from his lap quickly, only to stumble right into the wall, "Stood too fast."

"Mhm, yeah," Tom said, standing up from his chair. He picked you up bridal style and you giggled as your feet left the ground, "You can play the song tomorrow night."

And true to Tom's word, the whole floor could hear 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' the very next night.