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forumsdackel · 5 months
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Sundown and Chipper
Yes, the singing scene is iconic, but have you seen those two? More gifsets and stills on my blog/mostly focusing on TG and M:I. Any gif or still suggestions? Ask Box is open
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sheri-like-geese · 24 days
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So the phrase "are you a friend of Dorothy?", is a phase used in the 80's as a question you ask someone to see if they are lgbtq. Think of it as a simpler handkerchief code. Essentially a bunch of Navy men used it right, I totally need to see this in a top gun fic, if it's between two main characters or side characters or in the background i need to see this. And you know if the daggers hear this, and they are so confused cause you know gay 80's Bradley was probably one of the only ones alive, and you know he's got uncles and parents who were 80's gay.
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andmakeithome · 8 months
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what in the goddamn
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kitpziee · 1 year
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Sunchip
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Again quality decided to bail on me-
(This is from like- Idk 2019? idfk-)
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mapled-penitentiary · 3 months
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top gun art dump
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1- chipper 2- nat 3- coyote 4- coyote 5- maverick
more to come :3
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malewifebillcage · 1 year
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just rewatched the top gun volleyball scene and after looking VERY closely at the background i realized sundown and chipper are wearing fucking matching fedoras i can’t-
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sunchipthegecko · 4 months
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September 18 - November 30
This is my first bioactive set up. It's thriving and I haven't lost any plants yet. There's a small colony of orange cream isopods living with sunchip, too.
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derpinathebrave · 1 year
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Karaoke Night at the Pineapple - IceMav. Side: HollyWolf, SunChip (Slider is here too)
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READ ON AO3
So I started a flashback for the ICE wip and this happened. Highlights include:
Off-duty drag queen Chipper.
A blatant Rock of Ages reference.
Slutty Slider.
Way too much 80s music and my algorithm hasn't been the same since.
SUMMARY: It had been three years.
Three years of watching the pair of them circle one another. Of watching them come so close and then back out at the last second.
Three years of listening to both of them, separate from one another, pine and thirst for each other. The 86ers have had it. It’s past time for something to be done. If they don’t smash Ice and Mav together and yell “Now kiss!” soon, they’re going to murder them both. It was sort of Chipper’s idea, mostly Sundown’s planning, and carried out through the intense peer-pressure only Wolfman and Hollywood could provide.
TAGS: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Charles "Chipper" Piper/Marcus "Sundown" Williams, Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Ron "Slider" Kerner being a slut in a gay bar, Fluff, Drag Queens, Drag Queen Chipper, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Kissing, Karaoke, Seduction via karaoke, lots of 80s music references
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New Year’s Eve of 1989 found the 86ers, Hollywood, Wolfman, Sundown, Chipper, Slider, Maverick and the Iceman, lined up outside a club that had no name and only a neon pineapple flashing over the door. 
Ice hadn’t been to the Pineapple in years. Not since he had graduated from the academy. Not since he had missed two of his friends funerals due to deployments. The only thing that got him back was the charity fundraiser. The Pineapple was putting on karaoke and drag to raise money for Act Up. Hollywood had cornered him and pressed until he relented to come along for it.  
The line was full of familiar characters. Ice could see several drag queens in their towering heels and hair. He could see leather boys tucked under their daddy’s arms. He saw the butches, more than one with a pretty girl on their arm. 
“Is this a gay bar?” Maverick wondered aloud as they edged closer to the door.
“Yes, Mav,” Ice said with a chuckle. 
“Oh, cool!” Mav was looking around as though his head was on a swivel. “Wow, look at those shoes!” He pointed to a queen in incredibly tall red sequined boots. 
“You want to try it, Maverick?” Chipper asked, a secretive smile on his face. 
“Yeah, you could be regular height for once,” Slider teased. 
“Fuck you, Kerner,” Mav replied automatically, no bite in it at all. “No, but I can appreciate it probably takes skill to walk in them.”
Chipper shrugged a shoulder, raising a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. “It does take practice, but it’s easier than you might think,” he said, taking a long drag and then passing the cigarette to Sundown. 
“And you know this, how?” Slider asked, eyes sweeping Chipper from head to toe. 
“I’ll have you know that you’re speaking to an off-duty queen,” Sundown said. He passed the cigarette back to Chip. “Miss Layna Pipe is an exceptional talent. Ask me how I know.” 
The rest of the group cackled but Charles didn’t seem phased. He took another slow drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air delicately. 
“Why aren’t you performing tonight?” Hollywood asked, his eyes taking in the soft way Chipper was holding the cigarette now. 
“Because I’m here to watch you idiots sing for once,” Chipper grinned. Marcus slipped a hand around his waist and pulled Chip back, placing his lips on the cigarette still in Chip’s fingers. 
Ice had to look away. The gesture was frighteningly intimate. Shame and yearning bloomed together in his abdomen as he found himself staring at Mav. He wished he could be that confident about it. He wished he could be as open and uncaring as Sundown and Chipper were. He might have been self-assured and calm in an F14 but on the ground, faced with his own homosexuality and what he could not ever possibly have, Ice was an anxious mess. 
When he tore his eyes off Mav’s laughing face, he found Chipper watching him. Their eyes locked and Ice felt the blood drain from his cheeks. He scrambled to compose his expression into a look of polite deference. A corner of Chipper’s mouth curved but he looked away without saying anything. 
At the door a queen was taking cover-charges and chatting to patrons. She wore heels tall enough that she could look Slider in the eye evenly. Fishnets, the smallest leather shorts Ice had seen in a long time, and a cropped leather jacket with spangly fringe on the shoulder-pads completed the look. Her lips were bright red and smiling. 
“Evening, boys! Cover is 5 dollars and all proceeds go to Act Up!” She began collecting their money. “If you want to join the fun, it’s a dollar a song. Take your prophylactics,” she passed them a condom each. “And have the best time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
The dim hallway was lit with yellow and green lights. Ice could already see clusters of people making-out against the walls. He watched as more than one head turned and watched them go by. He hadn’t seen that predatory look in such a long time it seemed to light a fire beneath his skin. 
As much as he wanted to convince himself he didn’t need to do this anymore, it felt like coming home. Tom felt years of rigid defence folding away at last. He was among his people again.
“You good?” He asked Slider, suspecting this was his first time in a place like this. 
“This is insane,” Ron said. Instead of reproach there was awe in his voice. He was smiling like a goofball and taking in as much of the room as he could see. 
Ice warmed. Another line of unconscious defence folded down. He had been terrified his RIO would be disgusted by the open displays of queerness. 
A loud voice was singing Like A Virgin and patrons were whistling and cheering at intervals. The room was dim except the bright area where the stage must be. The bar was lit with lanterns in the shape of pineapples. A skinny, short butch manned the bar with a willowy femme. The energy was electric, everyone laughing, smiling or dancing. 
Maverick was just ahead, talking animatedly with Wolfman and laughing. Hollywood took Wolf’s hand and tugged him on through the crowd. Mav turned, finding Ice and smiling before carrying on through the crush of bodies with the others. 
“We’re going to have a great time tonight,” Sli said, leaning down to say it into Ice’s ear. 
Maverick couldn’t take it in fast enough. His eyes flickered around the room, drinking in the scene. Queens in their amazing costumes, he was a little obsessed with their heels. Men kissing fervently against the walls. A man dressed in little more than leather shorts and some sort of harness on his chest was seated in the lap of a far bigger man with a beard and a cigar. 
Ice didn’t really have a response to that. He would be happy to make it out in one piece. 
A foreign sense of rightness settled over Pete’s shoulders. He had been intensely aware of his same-sex tendencies through high-school but had pushed it to the bottom of his priority list in favour of the Navy. He never knew it could be like this. 
He turned, making sure his wingman was still on his six as they wound through the crowd. Ice looked different somehow. Maybe it was his civilian clothes, maybe it was the lack of rigid tension in his jaw, but Mav ached a little for him. He wanted to make Ice look like that more often. He wanted to see him let go a little. 
It had been like that in the beginning of their friendship. Tom had an astoundingly expressive face when he allowed himself to show it. Pete had made it his personal mission to see how many expressions he could put on Ice’s face in a given day. Sometimes it was exasperation, sometimes joyous laughter, and some days, when the memories of Goose were just too much to carry alone, it was deep empathy and sadness. 
Somewhere in the last 6 months Ice’s face was beginning to close off to him again. It left Mav confused and irritated. He wanted more. He wanted Ice so bad he could have died. But the one time he had hinted for more, Tom had drawn away from him, pulled back and the icy persona had returned. 
They broke through the crowd. Pete stopped a moment, causing Ice to bump into him from behind. He was transfixed by the queen on stage. She dropped down into the splits, body pulsing to the rhythm of the Madonna song. His brain lit with a wild impulse.
Ice pushed him forward, a warm hand in the hollow of his back. Mav resisted the urge to lean back into it the way he had seen Chipper lean into Sundown. Instead he turned, grabbing Ice’s forearm and beaming up at him. 
“This place is awesome!” He said, pulling Ice along to where the rest of their group were snagging seats. “I want to do it!”
Ice laughed, shaking his head a little with one of Maverick’s favourite affectionately exasperated expressions on his face. His blue eyes were glittering from the stage lights, staring down at Mav. 
“You’re never at a loss, are you?” Ice said over the noise. 
Ice found himself sitting between Slider and Maverick along the wall of the club. Hollywood and Wolf were beside Mav; Leo reclined half off his own chair across Rick’s chest. Wood had his arm slung around his RIO, fingers slipped beneath the collar of his shirt and kerchief. To accommodate him, Wolf had passed his cowboy hat off to Hollywood and it was tilted back to avoid ruining the height of Wood’s hair. Every now and then, Leo would straighten a little and mumble something to Wood. Wood’s head would bend to him, his face intent and listening before a smile broke and he would laugh. 
It only made him grin wider. His impulse was transforming into an idea. He needed to talk to Chipper.
Ice seethed with jealousy. How was it so goddamn easy for his friends? Until tonight he hadn’t even been sure what the nature of Wood and Wolf’s relationship was. He couldn’t tell if their constant horny banter was just banter or actual flirting. Now as he watched Hollywood laugh, eyes adoring as he looked down at Wolf before stealing a kiss, Ice had his answer. And it burned. 
It was no safer looking at Chipper and Sundown. They had lit another cigarette and were sharing it again. This time practically sharing the smoke between their lungs as Chip held his lips an inch from Sundown’s. They were mumbling together about something, and from the almost wanton expression on Chipper’s face, Ice was glad he couldn’t hear them.
“I think we need more alcohol!” Slider announced before standing. “Help me out, Ice?”
“Sure,” Iceman said, glad for a reason to escape the affectionate displays of his friends. He loved them, he did, but they were poking hard at a wound Ice had never fully healed. 
Slider led the way through the crowd, his height and bulk making it easy for him to cut a path. Ice almost rolled his eyes at the way eyes followed Slider. He was sure if the lighting was better he could see the drool on the chins of the men watching them go by. 
They pressed into the crush at the bar, carving out a little space for themselves. Slider opened his mouth as though he was about to ask Ice something but was interrupted by a queen behind them. 
“Well, hell, honey, aren’t you just a tall glass of water!” 
As hard as he tried, Ice couldn’t contain his laughter. Slider on the other hand looked smug. He turned to face the queen with a look Ice knew very well. 
“Thank you very much, ma’am,” Ron said. “I love that dress.”
She was slender with an impressive set of fake boobs tucked into a skin tight leopard print dress. Her hair was tall and blond, contrasting against her sepia skin. Tom couldn’t find it in himself to be surprised that Slider had complemented her, she was beautiful. 
“Aren’t you a charmer,” she smirked. “Say, if your friend doesn’t mind too much, I’d love to borrow you for a little while, sugar.”
Ice’s eyebrows rose but he shook his head to show he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Slider glanced at him from the corner of his eyes before giving a shrug. 
“Sure,” he said.
“Perfection!” She grabbed his hand and towed him back into the crowd.
“What can I get you, honey?”
Ice turned to find he was finally being served. He shook off his amused shock and ordered a round of shots and chasers. With all the drinks stacked onto a tray for him and his wallet considerably lighter, Ice headed back to the group. 
He set the tray down on the low table and looked around. Mav was missing from his seat. Chipper was no longer in Sundown’s lap and no where to be seen. Ice shook his head, collected his own drinks and sat back down beside Wolf. 
“Where’d you leave the big man?” Marcus asked, looking around for Slider. 
“He got picked up,” Tom grinned. 
The other three looked surprised but impressed. Ice chuckled and turned his attention back to the current karaoke singers. A woman in a three piece suit and a man in double denim had their arms slung around each other’s shoulders as they belted out a Sam Cooke song. Ice winced, he had liked this song once but with they way they were butchering it, he wasn’t so sure now. 
Ice was almost tempted to go and see if he could find Maverick. He told himself it was purely altruistic. He wanted to make sure his wingman wasn’t getting into trouble in some bathroom stall. He definitely wasn’t concerned or jealous over the idea that Maverick might enjoy a little trouble in the bathroom stall of the Pineapple with a random man. He was just being a good wingman.
The horrendous singing finally finished, the entire club applauding that it was over at last. 
“That was shit,” Wolf said, straightening a little to get comfortable against Hollywood once more. “I could do better than that.”
“Oh, please do,” Hollywood smirked and tilted Wolfman’s head back. He kissed him deeply, tongue teasing at Wolf’s lips and the grip tight in the blond hair. 
Ice looked away again. It was like they were torturing him on purpose. 
“Alright you little freaks!” The MC yelled into the microphone and the crowd erupted into cheers. “It’s time for something very special indeed! Miss Kaya Cayenne has been prowling the crowd tonight, hunting up a fresh piece of meat!”
There were yowls like wolves from the far corner. Ice laughed, the jealousy fading once more as the fun of the performance caught him. 
“So now, let’s give it up for Kaya and her chewtoy, performing Kiss!”
Enthusiastic applause broke out from the regulars. 
“Holy fuck!” Hollywood cackled. Sundown began whistling and cheering. Ice could only stare, a delighted expression taking him over. 
Miss Kaya Cayenne wore a skin tight leopard print dress and towed a tall, slightly blushing Slider behind her. The MC placed a chair in the middle of the stage and Kaya pushed Slider into it. He went very willingly. 
“Ice you said he got picked up, I didn’t think you meant by Kaya Cayenne!” Sundown yelled over the opening strains of the Prince song. 
“How was I supposed to know who she was?” Ice yelled back. 
Sundown didn’t bother with a reply, only a dismayed look of disappointment before he turned back to watch the performance. 
They watched with glee, hooting and hollering along with the rest of the bar, as Kaya gave Slider a lap-dance on stage, pausing with every chorus to lay a red lipstick kiss on a new part of his body. Ice looked around for Mav again, a little disappointed he was missing the fun. 
When the song was over, Kaya laid a full, passionate kiss on Slider’s lips. The audience roared with delight as Slider’s hands appeared on the ass of the drag queen as she stood in front of him. 
“Alright you two, take it somewhere else!�� The MC hustled them off stage as the kiss didn’t show signs of slowing down any time soon. 
Kaya turned, a theatrical expression of guilt on her face as her red lipstick was smeared. Ron wore a good amount of it himself, but he didn’t look guilty. He looked like the cat that got the cream and sauntered off stage still holding Kaya’s hand. 
Ice gave a short sigh. At least someone was hooking up out of the two of them. 
“Cheer up, Ice,” Hollywood said with a grin. “It’s supposed to be a party.”
He was in the middle of telling Hollywood to go fuck himself and his RIO, in that order, when the words of the MC cut across his brain like a whip. Ice snapped his head back to the stage and blinked. 
There was Maverick. 
Chipper slipped back over to their table and climbed back onto Sundown’s lap. If Ice could have torn his eyes away from Mav, he would have caught the incredibly smug expressions the other aviators were wearing. He would have noticed the way they all straightened in their seats and watched him closer as the opening guitar and drums of a Def Leppard song started. 
But Ice only had eyes for Mav. His navy shirt had been unbuttoned to almost his bellybutton and his hair had been a little mussed since Ice had seen him last. Most of all, even as Mav lifted the microphone and started singing, his eyes never strayed far from Ice’s. He wore a feral grin as he punched out the lyrics to the opening verse of Pour Some Sugar On Me. 
Ice felt himself warm. He couldn’t place if it was embarrassment or desire. 
Mav began to dance, the crowd cheering as he dropped his shoulders to the beat and began a sultry strut across the stage. At the pre-chorus he stopped dead centre, eyes finding Ice again as he leaned back and dragged a hand down over his bare chest. 
“Take the bottle, shake it up! Break the bubble! Break it up!”
Ice thought he might faint. He was definitely glowing red now. 
“Pour some sugar on me!” The entire crowd sang along as Maverick ran a hand through his hair and tossed his head back. He shook his hips, alternating to gyrating at the crowd and then turning and dropping to a squat. 
Thirsty, he needed beer. Ice took a long sip. He was bewitched by the way Maverick straightened and launched into the next verse. 
He was really into it now, dancing, rolling his body along to the rhythm as he moved to the edge of the stage. When the second chorus hit, Mav stepped down and leaned in to the face of a few spectators, singing into the mic with them.
Ice laughed. He wished he could look away but every time he tried his eyes found Maverick again of their own accord. He was transfixed. 
Through the instrumental of the bridge Mav started picking his way through the crowd until he was at their group. Ice shook his head at him in exasperated glee. 
He laughed as Maverick shimmied down into Chipper and Sundown’s faces. Ice watched as Mav strutted to where Hollywood and Wolf were, stealing the hat from Hollywood’s head and cramming it onto his own. 
Maverick dragged his finger’s over Ice’s shoulders before coming to a stop in front of him. His eyes flashed, cocky and mischievous, as he looked down at Ice and raised the Mic again.
“You got the peaches, I got the cream. Sweet to taste. Saccharine!”
Ice was stuck between mortified and turned-on. He had never wanted to disappear more. He had never wanted to throw himself on top of Pete and kiss him more. Especially as Mav cried “Do you take sugar? One lump or two!” And flung the hat back to Hollywood with flair. 
He didn’t return to the stage but stayed right in front of Ice, singing the rest of the song to him as the crowd sang along with him. 
Mav let the crowd carry the chorus as he ad-libbed, throwing his shoulders back rhythmically, swinging his hips, gyrating and running a hand over his own body as he did. 
Ice didn’t know where to look. His eyes continually strayed to Mav’s hips as they rolled. Panicked, Ice would drag them back up to Mav’s face only to find him licking at his lips between ad-libs and staring into Ice’s eyes. So he would move his gaze to Mav’s chest but it was glistening with sweat and was practically begging to be licked. And the cycle would start again. 
With the final words of the song, Mav threw himself down onto his knees at Ice’s feet, staring up at him and heaving for breath as he shouted “Sugar me!” 
Their eyes were locked. The rest of the universe faded away as they stared at each other. Tom’s heart raced, his blood still hot in his veins. Pete was staring up at him, daring him and pleading him simultaneously. 
Without even thinking about it, Ice threw himself forward. He wrapped his arms around Mav’s neck and pulled him into the most passionate kiss of both their lives. 
He was wet with sweat and tasted of tequila and cigarettes. Ice licked at his lips, sliding his tongue into Maverick’s mouth with a groan. Their bodies were flush together, every point of contact like a brand on Ice’s skin. 
Distantly, he could hear the noise of cheering and wolf-whistles. Someone might have been speaking as well. He didn’t fucking care, the only thing he cared about was sucking at Pete’s bottom lip and revelling in the small whine it caused. 
Pete broke away, gasping for breath but holding Tom tight against him still. With a little effort, Ice scooped Mav up and resettled them in his chair with Maverick straddling his lap. 
“God, you’re a fucking menace,” Ice mumbled against Mav’s lips between kisses. 
“Uh-huh.” Maverick slid his fingers into Ice’s hair and held on. Any other thoughts fell out of Ice’s head again and he focused on sucking gently on Mav’s tongue. 
“Fucking finally!” Slider’s voice was loud behind them and Ice deigned to release Pete’s mouth for a moment to look up at him. He was about to make a snarky comment when he caught sight of the state of his RIO and burst into laughter instead.
He was covered in lipstick kisses. Ron’s lips, jaw, neck, the opening of his shirt down his chest, were covered in lipstick. The longer Ice looked the more he realised the shades varied from pink to coral to red. 
“Damn, Sli,” Leo said in his lilting accent. “Is there anywhere they didn’t get lipstick on you?”
“Nope.” Slider gave a suggestive wink. “Who’s turn is it to sing?”
“Mine!” Wolf dragged himself to his feet. Before he walked away he turned and leaned down to Rick’s face. He ducked his chin a little, smiling shyly at Hollywood. He seemed to be waiting for something. 
“Off you go, baby,” Hollywood smirked and kissed him long and slow. “Go make me proud.”
Now that Ice had his hands on Mav’s ass, he found it much easier to watch the other pair. The shining happiness in Wolf’s eyes warmed Ice with happiness too. It was amazing what kissing Maverick could fix in his life. To that point, he turned back to Pete and stole another kiss.
As they waited for Leo’s song to come around, Mav ran his fingers through Ice’s hair again. He was smiling and watching Ice’s face intently. 
“How long have you and Chip been planning that ambush?” Ice asked him, unable to keep his expression stern. 
“I just decided tonight.” Mav shrugged. “I just wanted to make you melt a little. You’ve been cold lately.”
“That was so hot, I didn’t stand a chance,” Tom said. “I’m sorry for being cold,” He mumbled and kissed Pete slowly. “I didn’t think you’d want to risk it over me.”
“Because I never… ever… ever… take risks,” Pete said, punctuating each “ever” with a firm kiss. 
Ice found he didn’t have a response to that. He simply continued kissing Maverick instead. They finally broke apart as Wolf was announced to sing next. 
Mav shifted from straddling Ice to sitting side-saddle on his thighs an arm slung around Ice’s shoulders and his still-open shirt giving Ice a very distracting look at his sculpted and sweaty chest. 
There was a hollered Yee-haw! From the back of the club as jaunty guitar started up and Wolf gave a slightly twangy performance of the first verse of Fishin’ In the Dark. He had a surprisingly lovely voice, a pure timbre as he sang the chorus staring lovingly at where Rick sat in the crowd. Hollywood was blushing bright red but never once looked away from his RIO. 
The patrons joined in for the last chorus, ad-libbed yee-haws going up every other line and making Wolf stumble over the words as he laughed. The 86ers cheered and clapped as the song ended and Leo made his way back through the crowd to them. Rick stood to greet him, sweeping him up in his arms and holding him tight before letting go once more and cupping Wolf’s face. 
Ice caught the “I love you” that passed between them. He smiled, leaning into Maverick’s chest and giving a sigh of contentment. 
“What about you, Chip?” Maverick called over the crowd. 
“You boys have to come back next week to see Layna in action,” Chipper grinned. “I think it’s about time we head back to the hotel.”
“It’s New Year’s eve!” Mav protested, “And it’s only half an hour from midnight!”
“Exactly.” Chipper’s smirk grew and he pulled Sundown to his feet. “We should start the new year off with a bang.”
The rest of the group groaned at his pun, but none of them argued.
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Tah-dah. Also as a final note:
Here are the songs in this fic:
Like a Virgin - Madonna
Bring it on Home to Me - Sam Cooke
Kiss - Prince
Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard <CLICKMEEEE>
Fishin in the Dark - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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sinna-draws · 1 year
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Trying to work out how to properly combine Sun’s and Chica’s features for their fusion design. Who I’ll be calling Sunchip from now on!
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scarebats · 10 months
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sunchip for @maddoggooo !!💞 (i swear full cups will be out next)
Sweat Dosed
General
M/M
Marcus “Sundown” Williams/Charles “Chipper” Piper
Sickfic
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1 367
Chipper arrives at the mess hall a few minutes before everyone else. He took an extra long shower after he realized the opportunity, a whole thirty minutes to himself, despite half of it being cold. Lost in his thoughts again, a hand clamps down on his shoulder, and Chipper turns his head to the person, shocked. It’s only Sundown, holding two trays of food. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern while he searches his face.
The trays are set onto the table, then Sundown takes his seat. “Are you alright, Pip? You look tired, and more tired than usual. You weren’t there when I woke up.”
A nod. “‘M fine, Sunny.”
or,
Chipper is sick, Sundown is there to help!
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scottsafail · 17 days
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I saw that you tagged my hyper specific poll with a mention of Sunchip (!!) may I please see a picture of Sunchip the leopard gecko, I love pets named after food
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Of course!! I'm always down to show any of my little beasties 💚 Sunchip is my oldest boy. He's a rescue, and I'm his at least 5th owner. I estimate him to be a minimum of 6 years old, and I believe he's a murphy's patternless, though I honestly have no idea 😅
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maverickcalf · 2 months
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HollyWolf and SunChip for the shipping bingo?
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They are fine, I don't seek out fic, but i get why people like it.
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Honestly i have been bad at reading fic lately, and haven't given them much thought. I don't even know if it is not my thing or not. But god that's a fun ship name.
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caleanamajored · 1 year
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fuuuck i love sunchips
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bitch-spectrum · 1 year
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SEX! PENIS EVEN!
Now that I have your attention -
Hey, my partner is almost having fainting episodes because we're literally starving can you help us?
C/shapp - $NeptunePrice33
Gof^ndme - Please?
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jellybracelet · 2 days
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Ive recently started allowing myself to buy snack food but only the ones that don't taste that great cuz I know I probably won't gorge myself on them lol
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plainemmanem · 9 months
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without fail steeb has ur gas station order memorized and whenever he has to get gas he’s running in and grabbing u a little treat
FUCK you . you’re right
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