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ice's pepsi addiction is canon

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He remembers that it was a good, good night.

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Bleh

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apologizing because he couldn't physically be there to support mav because he was too ill by then.

"Ice was a wingman to his family, his friends, to every life he touched."

iceman kazansky was the bestest boy. he was loyal and kind and he went above and beyond for people like it was nothing.

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logging in just for a minute to add to the 'ice being that bitch' collection

everyone’s callsigns written out in full except iceman’s lol why

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and we make it up as we go along

we make it up as we go along

you said you raced from Langley

pulling me underneath a cherry blossom canopy

@pscentral event 28: throwback

a revamp of this gifset from 2022, featuring lyrics from "Gold Dust" by Tori Amos, a song from one of my favorite albums in high school that I have only recently come to fully understand (I got old, ragazzi.)

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you wish I was your pound cake

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-Mav, why aren't there any pictures of Ice in the hangar? -I keep them where I need the most cheering up.

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While the dough rests (hold me close)

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Icemav ballet au for the three sentence fic perhaps :3c

Thanks for playing!

As predicted, this is many more than three sentences.

Maverick came in to the rehearsal studio over an hour early, hoping to get the space to himself for a while.  No such luck.  Ice was already there, on the floor stretching.  Maverick was determined to ignore him, but he hadn’t even gotten to the barre when Ice spoke.

“Hey, Mitchell,” he said.  “Come give me a hand.”

Maverick looked at him a moment too long, and Ice raised his brow.

“Can you help me, or not?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Maverick said, making his way over to him.  “What do you need?”

“I can’t get this hamstring loose.  I just need you to give me some pressure.”

Maverick sighed, dropping into a crouch between Ice’s legs.  Ice scooted forward a little, then lay on his back.

“Don’t you have a trainer for this?” Maverick grumbled, but when Ice lifted his leg, he took it, supporting Ice at the ankle and below his knee.  He helped direct Ice into position, Ice’s calf on his shoulder.

“Keep your hips down,” Maverick said.

Ice rolled his eyes.  “Yes, Mother.”

Maverick applied gentle pressure, stretching Ice’s leg up toward his head.  The further Ice stretched, the closer Maverick got to him.  Ice laid out beneath him, Maverick slotted between his legs, Ice’s leg up on his shoulder like if they were …

Maverick felt himself flushing, felt his pulse throbbing in his throat.  He chanced a look at Ice’s face, worried Ice could see right through him.  Ice’s pale eyes met his for a moment, and Ice panted out a breath.

“Am I hurting you?” Maverick asked gently.

Ice looked away, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.  “I wouldn’t call it that, no.”

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hold on, lemme google something real quick.

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) version

a thousand thanks to @sith-maul for her wonderful tutorial and template. i learned a lot.

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When your aloof, ice-cold mask has nu use whatsoever because your stupid wings have No Chill and keep ratting you out C:

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ending with letting go

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God bless @topgunreacts Product Testing, and God bless nasty old men Ice and Maverick, married 30+ years and still so nasty in love.

Non compressed version HERE on AO3.