#the songs of our heart

[xihe1874]

As said in this post, I have started to work on the collection of IceMav one-shot inspired by random songs. The first chapter is based on “I want something just like this” by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay.

Request and prompt for this collection is open and welcome! You can send me the name of a song by leaving a comment or sending me a message.

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cw: uncertainty, a little self-esteem problem, insecure!Mav, soft!Ice, a little bit angst, fluff and happy ending

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“You are overthinking.”

This is a nice evening — on second thought, “nice” may be an understatement. It’s probably still raining outside, as Mav can see water rolling down their window, blurring the outside world. He can’t hear the drumming sound though, as the logs crack in the fireplace and soft music fills the air.

Mav opens his eyes and sees Ice’s pale blue eyes looking down at him. This is a pair of eyes that he imagined the first time he saw Ice in O’ Club when they were hidden behind the pair of aviators. He pictured them as calm and penetrating, the same as the man whose call sign is nothing but cold. Mav was right, of course, but he didn’t envision the desperate fondness that would fill them when they landed on himself.

“I am not.”

Ice carefully places a bookmark and puts the book he is reading away. He leans back on the bed and gently strokes Mav’s raven hair. Ice is warm, Mav thinks as he curls on the blonde’s side comfortably. He never wants to let go.

“You are. I can literally hear you overthinking.”

Mav can’t help but laugh. “Alright, you weird mind-reading superman.”

“So, what’s on your mind?”

Mav flashes one of his charming grins up at his lover. “You. Always you.”

The beautiful bastard snorts. “Flirtatious.”

They stay as that silently for some moments - Mav has lost the concept of time - until Ice speaks up softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Mav hesitates.

How should he put it? The dreamlike feeling that has been brimming him whenever he thinks about their relationship, as though he has been in a trance because all this is too good to be true. The uncertainty that he never dares to explore, deep in his heart, which threatens to drown him. The fear that he, some thoughtless and stupid guy, is not enough for the Iceman, who is downright perfect.

How could he describe all that to Ice?

“Maverick?”

He looks up into Ice’s soft eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, I was just…Have you ever thought about what your future partner will be like when you were a little boy? Like how handsome they would be, how smart, maybe how rich and powerful…” He blurts it out before even realizing what he has said.

Ice looks surprised. But there is also something complex in his eyes, something that is akin to understanding, sympathy, and wistfulness. Maverick suddenly feels uncomfortable. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

His withdrawal is interrupted by Ice’s lips on his. He makes a startled noise and immediately melts into the kiss. He always loves kissing Ice.

He is too enchanted by the softness and warmth of Ice’s lips to recognize that Ice is talking.

“... high standards.”

Mav cracks an eye open (He doesn’t realize he has closed them either). Ice is studying him in his exclusive way, with laser focus but infinite tenderness. This kind of look has the power of staring directly into Maverick’s soul and exposing his heart, his every thoughts, every secret feelings. Maybe Ice is indeed a mind reader, he thinks distantly.

He registers that Ice seems to be waiting for a reply, so he makes a vague gesture for the blonde to continue. Ice watches him intensely for another minute.

“I am saying, when I was a little boy, I used to have pretty high standards when it comes to my future partner.”

Maverick feels a lump in his throat. He dislikes this talk already, but he initiated this, so he must put on a brave face. This is what he is like, right? Rushing into dangers without second thought, playing with fire because he is not able to control his boldness, and crashing and burning in the end. This is Maverick. So he forces his eye to be open, even if he can already feel something hot threatening to surface. And he nods, signaling Ice to continue with his potential death sentence.

“Some of the most important standards are… He must be able to kiss me on a rainy evening.” Ice bends down to connect their lips. He doesn’t move away after that, hovering above Maverick instead, their forehead touching. At this distance, Maverick can make out an emerald hue in his lover’s eyes. It’s like the whole universe has been compressed between them and they are drifting in another bright dimension with no one else but each other. It’s thrilling.

“He will lie with me in bed when I am reading.” Ice’s warm breath caresses his cheeks, and Maverick can’t help but shiver slightly. “We will listen to the sound of logs burning in the fireplace.”

“Ice…”

“He will call my name in a loving way, like a whisper, a prayer, a dream. He will comfort me when I am sad, and let me comfort him when he is. We will have our own house, not need to be big, but just like home. We will have a cat, a black one if I can choose. Maybe also a dog, and it will run all the time in our backyard. We will exchange letters and calls when we are away, then hug and kiss each other breathless when we are home. We will have sex, damn great sex, and we will take care of each other afterwards.”

Ice lies down and turns to face Maverick, who has entirely lost the ability of speaking.

“We will argue, of course. Sometimes we may even fight, but we will always find ways to go back to each other. Like binary stars.”

Maverick feels Ice’s hand gently wiping his cheeks, and that’s when he realizes he is crying.

“Can you do all of that, Mav?”

Mav leans into Ice and breathes, calming by the familiar scent. He waits until trusting his voice to work and answers, this time with one hundred percent certainty.

“Yes. Yes, Ice.”

“Great.” Ice kisses him again and the kiss tastes salty. Maybe Ice is crying too. “Then I will never want anyone else.”

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[jaysworlds]

hello mcr girlies. which mcr song is YOUR song i mean like 'this song gets me like no one else has ever got me this is the greatest piece of music ever to be created etc etc etc' the song no one understands like you understand.

i'll go first. mine is Summertime

[apollofox21]

Guys we have to stop saying hard launch otherwise Dip and Pip are gonna start putting it on merch and naming their songs after it

[verityblack]

Thinking The Underworld couldn’t get sadder after Polities

“Waiting”

[elderwisp]

il a brisé ton cœur encore

[djoqueery]

went to bangkok to see fall out boy and had The Best Time ✨

[mistydragonflyart]

SPOOKTOBER 2022 - TWO GOOD BOYS

I’m still not over what happened in the season 2 finale. Like what the fuck. So to cope I wanted to draw two of my faves from the season especially Pugsley. He is just so adorable I can’t!

[mikefrawley]

Our Songs

This year the year we stayed too long and fell into someone else's song yet what I'd so much rather do would be to sing our songs for you songs to greet the morning light more to kiss then sing goodnight needing neither rhyme nor reason as one greeting each new season with words of love to last forever for hearts time could never sever then the sky sang we were through leaving each alone without a clue to wander lost both broken hearted as one by one our songs departed tonight tears fall from a distant star and I'm left to ask only where you are

[laeana]

I love how we prefer to imagine and, even more than that, hope that the public votes are wrong and manipulated, because we do not want to think so many people may be terrible and ignore the distress human beings are going through at this very moment.

Antisemitism my ass, being sensitive to people’s suffering is just called being human.

[soupbtch]

Red Skies At Night

hey! hey you! do you like slow burn? do you like idiots to idiot lovers? then boy (gn) do I have the fic for you!

this is a modern cruise ship au. roughly 60k words. fully written, mostly edited.

huge, massive, heartfelt THANK YOU to @sleepystede and @spirker for the betas 🫶

the first chapter is up on ao3 now 👇

[xihe1874]

An Icemav one-shot inspired by "Silhouette" (Aquilo).

Let's go out in flames so everyone knows who we are, Cause these city walls never knew that we'd make it this far. We've become echoes, but echoes that faded away. So let's dance like two shadows burning out our glory days.

The devils on your shoulder, strangers in your head. As if you don't remember, as if you can forget. It's only been a moment, it's only been a lifetime. But tonight you're a stranger, or some silhouette.

---- "Silhouette", by Aquilo

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick

Word Count: 1308

Rating: T

Tags: Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Idiots in Love, Implied Sexual Content, Flashbacks, POV Iceman, Inspired by Music, Past Relationship(s), Sad, Soft, Ex's to Lovers, One Shot, Post-Canon, Post-Movie: Top Gun (1986)

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Iceman hates parties and gatherings, especially those that demand his reluctant interaction with the brass. Being the ambitious and promising young Commander he is, Tom Kazansky understands the inevitability of such social events perfectly, but he still loathes them.

He holds the glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it elegantly. The shirt he wears is too tight around the neck, and the tie isn't helping with the situation at all - he already sweats a little under the stuffy material. Despite his callsign, Ice is constantly feeling hot. That's because you are hot, babe. A fond and teasing voice sneaks into his mind from the abyss of memories, sounding eerily like…

No. Ice scolds his brain, no, don't, I am not thinking of him in some Navy balls, for fuck's sake. At least for tonight, let me have some peace of mind without being tangled in my messy past.

You are always thinking, Ice, does your mind ever rest? Is it tired? 

Stop. 

I love how you say "stop", Ice, especially when you are ordering me not to…

NO.

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"So, Commander Kazansky." Vice Admiral Carlson gives him a curt nod. "Your reputation precedes you." Ice raises his glass towards the admiral. "Sir, I hope all you heard are good things." 

"You bet. Flawless service record, marvellous combatting experience, the youngest Commander Navy has ever had… You are a rising star, son."

"Thank you, sir. I am just doing what I can for my country and people." He takes a sip from his glass and lets the liquid slide into his throat. Ice likes red wine, though he is more of a Vodka guy. Beer is OK, too, though Mav loves it much more than…

Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

"You went to Top Gun five years ago and won the trophy?"

Ice struggles out of his stupor and manages to keep his voice even. "Yes, sir."

"Then you must have met Lieutenant Commander Mitchell before."

The following few things all happen in a blur. Carlson stands aside, revealing a short brunette behind him. The said brunette reverts his eyes sharply and makes an awkwardly failed attempt to run away, almost dropping his glass. He puts the glass on a nearby table, squares his shoulders, and turns to face Ice. The emerald eyes are shining brightly in the light like a long-lost dream.

"Commander."

Ice forgets how to breathe. 

Two years. It has been two years since those eyes studied him like that, and two years since he heard the voice. The air around him turns to solid metal and squeezes his body and heart, leaving no place to survive. He suddenly feels he is going to throw up.

"Lieutenant Commander." The words are spoken automatically, like a machine on the verge of breaking down.

Maverick looks exactly the same, with blazing eyes and a rebellious stance, his lips always on the way to forming a smirk. No, stop thinking about his lips. He is in a black suit that wraps around his body perfectly. And his body is a no-no either.

"You two know each other?"

He is staring, Ice realizes distantly, but he can't bring himself to care.

Let's eat out tonight, Ice, I know a nice restaurant; their soft-boiled eggs are perfect, exactly the way you like…

Can I, can I kiss you, Ice? I've always wanted to do that…

Ice, need you, need you, please… 

Let go, Ice, let go, I've got you, I am here, let go for me… That's it, good boy, my darling… 

Mine, mine, you are mine, Ice, mine forever…

"Commander?"

Ice snaps back to reality.

"Yes, sir, we know each other." He answers hoarsely.

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"Ice?"

Ice tenses at the sound of the door opening and refuses to look in the mirror. Leave it to Mitchell to follow him to the fucking bathroom at a Navy party.

Ice hears the door lock behind him. He grips the tub basin so tightly that his knuckles turn white. In the last five minutes, Ice has washed his face with freezing water several times, but he can still feel the gaze lingering on his skin. The gaze that is burning on the back of his neck now. 

"So you are into red wine now?"

Ice turns on the faucet to unnecessarily wash his hands and realizes they are trembling slightly. He deliberately avoids the question as well as the pair of eyes.

"Ice." 

Ice, Tom, yes, just like that, fuck, yes, please, please please please — "People change, Maverick." That comes out more bitter and harsh than he originally intended. Ice stares at the paper handkerchief in his hand, glances at the mirror from the corner of his eyes, and vaguely sees Maverick flinching. He winces to himself - they are really not good at this.

After wiping his hands scrupulously, Ice decides that they can't stay like this forever and that it is better to get it over with. So he raises his head and finds Maverick already looking back at him intensely in the mirror. His arms are crossed in front of the chest, a perfect posture of confidence and nonchalance, but Ice knows him too well to ignore the tightness in his shoulders.

"How much?"

Ice frowns. "What?"

"How much have you changed?"

A thousand thoughts run through his head, but Ice settles with a lame "more than you think." He tries to shrug but finds himself too stiff to do that. Maverick's jaw is working, a telling sign that he is worrying his inner lips because he is either nervous and anxious or setting his mind to do something stupid and dangerous. Or both.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No, Ice. I think you haven't changed, not a little bit."

A familiar rush of irritation blinds him for a second, and Ice says between clenched teeth, "And who the fuck do you think you are to assume…" His angry words are brought to a halt by a pair of strong arms around his waist.

Maverick is holding him from behind. Clinging and clasping for dear life, more accurately, his right hand gripping the left wrist in front of Ice's stomach like he is afraid Ice will break away. "Ice." His call sign sounds choked, and Ice realizes suddenly that the shorter man is shaking as a leaf. He can almost feel Maverick's warmth soaking his back. 

"Ice."

The blonde closes his eyes.

It's so strange that after two years, he almost forgot why they broke up in the first place. Maybe it started with some stupid and trivial argument - he didn't remember who initiated that - and then evolved into a full-on row. Insults were delivered unnecessarily, and misunderstandings were deepened. Then both believed that the other was accusing this relationship of being detrimental and was regretting it. A door was slammed, and "Bye" was said in not-good ways. They were both too proud and scared to reconcile, as it turned out, until now.

It takes him two minutes to register that Mav is talking. "... ain't care now, Ice, I don't give it a fucking damn. I don't care what they think; I just miss you so much."

So Ice takes Mav's right hand and left wrist into his hands. He hears Mav suck in a breath, because of the touch, probably, or the belief that Ice is going to break free and punch him in the face. But Ice is tired and cold, and Mav is warm. And maybe, as the brunette points out, he hasn't changed a bit. 

He doesn't turn around, just gently stroking the marks on Maverick's wrist that were left because the shorter pilot was digging himself too hard. Maverick's pulse feels solid and intimate, like a long-lost piece to the puzzle that is Ice's life.

"Your fingernails are too long." Ice hears himself saying. "You are gonna hurt yourself."

[teathattast]

i wanted to see the world in color

through your eyes and through your mind

i think that i like to sit and wonder

through the night, i think i might

[johnslittlespoon]

– only love can hurt like this 🌙

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

Murph: Callie you see, uh, Foster plops on your chest [Emily: Awwww] and, uh, puts his little beak under your chin. Emily: [gasps] I feel… really bad, I think I like, mmm. Where are duck's ears? Murph: … Cal-- Caldwell? Caldwell: Um, I mean I think they got little holes? Murph: Don't they just have little holes? They just got little holes. Caldwell: Yeah, if-- if you look under those feathers. Emily: Okay, I think Callie doesn't know that, so she just speaks directly into his mouth. [Caldwell laughs. Murph quacks.] Emily: Assuming it'll reach his brain. I think she strokes him a little bit, because usually he sleeps in like, his little bed. [Murph: mhm] But now we're having like, chest-to-chest contact, and I'm like-- feeling this. And I think I just sort of like-- pet him. Show him a little bit of affection, and I just sort of say-- [I Just Want to Know You're Taken Care Of plays softly in the background] Callie (Emily): Foster, I'm… I'm-- I'm sorry. Murph: You see, looks at you quizzically. Callie: I've-- I've been really guarded, I know, and you've shown me nothing but kindness, and I think just… understand that like, I'm capable of really big love. And that gets complicated when other people can't meet you at that intensity. So I think I'm a bit protective of myself, and can be somewhat stingy with my love, and I'm sorry for doing that to you. And I'm gonna try to be a bit better about that. Emily: And then I, um, I hug him, and I give him a little kiss. [Caldwell 'aw's, then laughs.] Murph: As you give Foster a little kiss, as you sort of accept him and acknowledge him-- he meets your gaze, and you see his eyes begin to turn red again. [Emily makes a shocked noise] Murph: Go ahead and give me a wisdom saving throw, or you can just let this happen. It's up to you. Emily: Oh, I lit-- I literally am just like, I'm trying to be braver in the face of intimacy, so I think I just [sighs] remember when I was young and I loved for the sake of love and I just love him. And I let it happen.

[dickfuckk]

A love letter to the hair team for OFMD

Inspired by and dedicated to @bizarrelittlemew You should also check out her fic Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe that mentions Hair several times ✌️