#admiral iceman kazansky

[softly-writes]

⌜𝟏𝟎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏𝟎 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬⌟

Thank you for the tag @iceman-kazansky This was a lot harder than I thought because I didn't realise how many 'fandoms' I'm no longer in XD

𝐴𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑇𝑜𝑝 𝐺𝑢𝑛: 𝑀𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠, 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑅𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝐾900*, 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑡: 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦, 𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑦 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠

*Granted, the fandom basically made up the model RK900's personality. But it's basically canon lore, so I'm still counting it.

|| Tagging: @hxad-ovxr-hxart, @georgieluzz, @sir-mr-dr-roe, Anyone else I've forgotten to tag because I am terrible at remembering!

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Guys Iceman Kazansky fucking BITES, Mav is not covered in hickeys, he is covered in BITE marks cause Ice is insane and he wants to fucking eat him, chomp chomp mother fucker, kiss on the shoulder? BITE, kiss on the thigh? BITE, kiss on the neck? BITE, kiss on the nose? BITE, at first it was a kinky thing and then it was a joke but it’s still a thing

[emmedoesntdomath]

ice, stirring his cake batter, not looking up: no.

mav, who had been reaching around him to stick his finger in said batter: I wasn’t gonna!

ice, smacking away his other hand: uhuh

~ mav, casually leaning against the counter: hey, babe, I was thinking- SHIT

ice, pretending that he didn’t just hip-check mav away from the icing he had been trying to taste: yes, dear?

~ *hours later*

*mav sneaking into the kitchen at 1AM to get a little bit of the cake he knows ice hid in the pantry*

ice, sleepily, from their bedroom: don’t even think about it

mav, jumping out of his skin: hOW THE FUCK-

[polar-equinoxx]

some things never change ….💕

[thatsrightice]

Iceman may have made the climb in ranks, eventually earning the title of Admiral and Commander of the Pacific Fleet, but that didn’t mean he had to give up flying entirely right away.

Retired Rear Admiral Jay “Spook” Yakeley continued to fly as he raised through the ranks, as did a few select other Rear Admirals. In fact, Spook said that he was able to fly just about whenever he wanted given his rank on base.

“I flew all of the teen fighters in one day. I went up in a Tomcat and a Hornet in the morning. After lunch I flew an F-15E and a TOPGUN F-16. Kind of a stunt, but hey. When you’re an admiral you can do stuff like that.” - Jay “Spook” Yakeley, Rear Admiral USN (Ret.)

Ice would have definitely done that just to rub it into Mav’s face, maybe to spite the other pilots. He would have someone hold the video camera and record him, and he’ll start in front of each jet talking to the camera. Nothing much, just his name and callsign, date, time, location, the aircraft type, aircraft bureau number, etc. for record keeping and proof.

Then he’d be filmed climbing into the cockpit and going for a fun flight performing some semi-difficult maneuvers, nothing super dangerous but still impressive. Then he would move on to the next one and repeating the process. Ice would have kept it on the down-low, spending time carefully organizing his schedule to allow for his stunt to be pulled off flawlessly without drawing attention to himself.

Then he’ll bring the video to the next Tailhook reunion early and have the organizers set it up on a projector or video device (or however old video tech works 🫣) just waiting for when one of his friends make a jab at him for probably not being able to fly much anymore given his new rank. And he’ll just turn and give a subtle nod to the man. Maybe it would have been edited by a movie editor he has connections with or something to make him look like the BAMF he is.

[unlawfulchaos]

Ice: Have you ever read something so explicit that you feel like you need to go to church and wash your eyes in holy water?

Maverick: Send it to me.

Ice: No, you're in a meeting.

Mav: So are you! And you're the one reading explicit things during Cain's rant, so don't you give me the eyebrows of judgement from across the room. I see you, Ice.

[pitchthepeach]

Admiral Kazansky

[pollyna]

I'm still waiting for a JAG!Maverick/Admiral Kazansky fic because the potential is everything, and Mav looks like this is the reason why Ice lost his composure once in a while.

[softly-writes]

I was sent a virtual hug, and you will be too!

If you want, send a virtual hug to someone you think needs it!

MY HEART I AM ALWAYS IN NEED OF AN ICEMAN HUG. I feel like... for someone who's 'Ice-cold'... he'd give the warmest hugs. He's a secret Olaf. Cold, made of Ice and snow, but gives the warmest, meltiest hugs. Whether it's young Iceman or Admiral Iceman (my fave version)

[mcu-and-buckybarnes-things]

Rooster, while falling down: Fuck fuck fuck, I have a big problem!

Phoenix through radio: No shit. Didn't Maverick teach you what to do in this situation?

Rooster: "Vibe!" Apparently.

Phoenix: ......OK then, say hello to your Dad.

Rooster: Wait wait wait! I vaguely remember Iceman once told me how to handle this......

Phoenix: Well?

Rooster: I also clearly remember I didn't listen.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

I know it’s not realistic but I want to imagine an au where Ice and Mav don’t really have to hide their relationship all that much cause the navy just won’t believe that they are together

They walk around holding hands and eye fucking each other in the middle of meetings and it’s just ah yes, Mitchell and Kazansky, the bros, they love joking around

They live together, they’re raising Bradley together, they get there and they leave together but no no no, you don’t get it, it’s a joke

Meanwhile Ice and Mav are practically begging for someone to believe them, like yeah we don’t want people to find out cause we’ll get kicked out but also it’s so obvious

[chrrywvea]

✨cyclone babysits for the first time✨

iceman: alright, there we go... *sets maverick down next to him* i'll pick him back up at seven, *takes out his checklist and hands it over* make sure he gets food and water every other hour, keep the jets away unless i permitted it...

cyclone: but sir-

iceman: let me finish-... so keep the jets in the hangar and, hm, maybe lock it... he can do a hop or two unless you want him to get more cranky than usual, shove him into his office twice a day and he'll get the paperwork done... shut the door though, or he will escape

cyclone, under his breath: whAt

iceman, pecking mav on the lips and ruffling his hair: i gotta go honey, love you! *death glaring at cyclone* one scratch on him and you're done.

cyclone, sweating profusely and watching the admiral saunter out the door: y-yes sir?

meanwhile maverick has already disappeared to the hangar, 11 little duckling daggers right on his tail

[topgun-imagines]

That’s My Sister

Requested: yes

Summary: Once you finally have a moment alone with your boyfriend, your brother just can’t help but interrupt.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

The metal of the bleachers was hot under your skin. You sat, watching some of your fellow aviators playing volleyball. Iceman and Slider on one team and Maverick and Goose on the other. Saying that you were having trouble deciding who to cheer for would be the understatement of the century.

On one hand, you had your brother, Maverick. And on the other was your boyfriend, Ice. Your boyfriend that no one, especially Maverick, knew about. You had met Ice through Goose a few years ago, a dinner where you got the chance to meet his girlfriend Carole and a few of his academy friends. Once the pair of you reconnected at Top Gun, the bond was instantaneous. After a night out at the bar, Tom asked you out again and again until the two of you finally made it official.

They were halfway through the second game and Ice and Slider were in the lead. Mav and Goose had won the first game and it was nearing 5:30. Minutes later and Slider was spiking the ball over the net for the final time, ending the game. You cheered loudly as Ice and Slider hugged, both groaning as they watched Maverick run off the court. Goose followed after him to try and bring him back, attempting at convincing him to play one more round.

When he was extremely unsuccessful, you watched your brother speed away on his motorbike. Tom rolled his eyes and headed off the court. He sure didn’t like your brother very much. You grinned when he walked up to you. “Hi, baby.” He smiled down at you, careful to lower his voice so no one could hear. You smiled back at him widely as he pulled his plain T-shirt over his head and slipped his aviators on.

“Hey you,” Was your soft response. You quickly leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek when you were sure no one was watching. “You should go shower mister,” Ice rolled his eyes at your quiet giggle as you spotted the sweat already soaking through parts of his shirt. He was smiling softly down at you as he offered you his hand. Pulling you up from the bleachers the two of you walked far enough away that no one would see before Ice laced your hands together.

You walked hand in hand to the locker room, chatting quietly along the way. “So, I’ve been thinking.” You started quietly. When Ice felt you begin to play with his fingers, he knew that whatever you were about to say had been weighing on your mind for quite some time. So much so that you were anxious about it. Both you and Ice had tendencies to fiddle with things when you were nervous or bored.

He began rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, something that instantly helped ease your worries. “What’s up, baby?” His voice was soft and soothing.

Ice could feel your hesitation, especially when you gripped his hand tighter. “I think we should tell Mav,” He wasn’t exactly surprised that that’s what had been clouding your mind for the past few days. Nodding slightly Ice looked down at you to find you already watching him with a worried expression. Maybe with his and Maverick’s rivalry you thought he would be opposed to the idea of your brother knowing about your relationship.

“That’s probably a good idea,” You let out a large breath the second the words left his mouth. “I mean, I’m like 90% sure that Goose is onto us. And he can only keep a secret from Mitchell for so long.” His teasing caused you to giggle quietly, any trace of anxiety from before disappearing. He was right though. You had seen the looks that Goose had been giving the two of you and it was a miracle that Pete didn’t know yet.

It was good to know that Ice agreed with you. The only things left to figure out would be when to tell Maverick and what to tell Maverick. Both very important parts in ensuring that you still had a boyfriend at the end of the day.

The pair of you continued on in comfortable silence. The base was only about a fifteen-minute walk from the beach and you were about 5 minutes away. Unconsciously, you began twisting Ice’s Annapolis ring around his finger, bringing a gentle smile to his face. He began swinging your arms back and forth causing you to giggle.

In no time at all, you were walking onto the base. Ice dropped your hand with what looked like a conflicted expression. He didn’t like sneaking around any more than you did. The walk from the front gate to the change rooms was short and you were lucky enough to only pass a few other people on your way there.

The heavy door to the locker room closed behind you and you were instantly up on your toes, giving Ice a soft kiss. The pilot smiled into it. His hands settled on your hips as you deepened it. “I thought I needed a shower,” He teased you. With a roll of your eyes, you smacked his chest. Just before you pulled back, ready to tell him that he did indeed need a shower, he kissed you again, leaving you breathless. “I love you.” Ice whispered against your lips.

A blush crept up onto your cheeks. With a shaky breath, you pushed him back. Your eyes met his soft blue ones. “I love you, too,” It was equally as quiet but Ice heard it nonetheless. Moments like this were his favorite. You pushed him back gently. “You really need a shower though.” The blond barked out a laugh as he stepped back from you. He rolled his eyes fondly and pulled a towel off the rack before heading over to the showers.

Ice always took fast showers. You found it amazing how he could have such perfectly styled hair with the speed in which he showered. You sat on the bench outside of the shower. The pair of you chatted quietly. You talked about everything from work to how you were going to approach telling Maverick. Practically nothing was a taboo subject when it came to you and Ice. Except for Maverick occasionally.

Less than ten minutes later and Ice was exiting the small shower stall. His towel was wrapped low around his waist, something that you unabashedly stared at as he walked in front of you. “Why, hello there, Lieutenant.” You giggled. Ice smiled down at you before pulling you up and into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around you.

“Hey there, baby.” Your eyes flitted shut as you settled into his warm chest. He smelled faintly of coconut and the standard Navy body soap.

Ice turned you around and sat on the bench, bringing you down into his lap. He tucked your head under his chin. The pair of you sat like that for a while, content to enjoy each other's company and the pleasant, uninterrupted silence. Something that the two of you rarely got to experience.

He pressed his lips to your temple gently. “I love you, baby.” No matter how many times you had heard those words, you would always get butterflies. With a warm smile, you looked up at him, meeting his soft blue eyes.

You kissed him slowly. “I love you, too, Ice. More than you know.” He smiled into the kiss, deepening it as his hand settled on your waist. Sitting on his lap, you lost track of time for how long the pair of you had been there, only separating when it was necessary to breathe.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened. You and Ice gasped as you pulled back. It was silent until Maverick, your brother, the very last person on earth that you wanted in here right now, walked around the corner. He was whistling merrily, something that came to an abrupt halt the second his eyes landed on you. Sitting on his rival’s lap.

“What the-” He started. “Kazansky, you better start running. You have a three-second head start,” You gave Ice a smile, more of a grimace, before kissing his cheek and hopping off his lap. Maverick hit three the second Ice bolted up from the bench, running with nothing more than a towel wrapped low on his hips.

Your brother ran after the blond pilot out of the change rooms and down the halls. Well, the secret was sure out now. “That was my sister, you dick! I swear to God, Kazansky, I’m going to kill you!” Their voices got fainter the further away they ran. You heaved a sigh, sitting on the bench. Good luck Ice.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests are open.

[valerie4ever]

THOSE SCREENWRITERS WANTED ME DEAD… I don’t know if I’m disappointed or relieved that some of these lines didn’t end up in the film 😭😭😭

[looney-just-like-her-tunes]

A shiny new Admiral: *ranting about how pete 'maverick' mitchell should be grounded*

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, known Maverick enthusiast and professional MavEnabler™: how interesting-

[unlawfulchaos]

[After Mav's gotten injured while doing something stupid, and Ice has to be called back from the conference tour he was on]

Mav: I can't believe Ice is coming home after all this time.

Mav: You know what I'm getting tonight.

Slider: You don't seriously thi-

Mav: Yelled at, Slider. I'm getting yelled at.