#ice is the only one who can actually get mav to blush

[quinnmorgendorffer]

3, 4, and 5 for Icemav, please

ah thank you! this is i think my first time (publicly) writing any sort of major headcanons or anything involving icemav so.....lol hope it's acceptable <3

Are they comfortable with showing each other affection in public? If one is and the other one not, how do they interact in public?

The two of them have been together through all the years of Don't Ask, Don't Tell (not to mention the years before of just, holy shit, don't talk about it, don't raise even an OUNCE of suspicion because they WILL ask), so the two of them have spent, sadly, the majority of their relationship showing little affection in public past the most acceptable of things - handshakes, salutes, and maybe, like the wingman moment, a hug or two.

Once DADT is repealed, Mav is ready right then and there to show every bit of affection to Ice in the most public of settings. Of course, he's respectful and more restrained at anything related to the military and his work, but he doesn't hesitate to take Ice's hand, kiss him on the cheek or (gasp!) the lips, rub his shoulders when he's sitting at his desk, anything.

Ice, however, takes a while to warm up to the idea after years upon years of first repressing his sexuality and then having to hide his relationship from his colleagues. He's so proud to have Maverick as his husband - as his everything - that he does want to show people, but it's still harder for him to let his guard down after decades of repression despite the two of them being, more or less, an open secret during DADT. Again, no one asked or told, but, well, they certainly didn't show, either. Even though Mav has this way of, pun definitely intended, melting Ice, he struggled to let his guard down until a certain night.

The thing is, Ice is actually a bit of a lightweight. He sticks to his Stoli on the rocks because that's something you don't just chug down like a mixed drink like he's done in the past to disastrous results. Like, results so disastrous that Slider has some prime blackmail material on him.

So maybe this one time he might've had a bit too much after one of the TOPGUN graduate ceremonies. He can be competitive, and after some cajoling from his latest group of graduates and his colleagues, he had a bit too much to drink. And he might've been, you know, a little bit on the drunk side. And he might've gotten just a bit cuddly with Maverick. As in, like, arms around him, nose nuzzling against his temple, telling him he loved him repeatedly (in what was definitely an attempt at whisper that didn't work due to the level of drunk he was at) - mostly really tender stuff.

And, yeah, once you make a fool of yourself like that in front of your colleagues and a group of your recent graduates who up until that point saw you as this big, intimidating superior officer, you kinda realize there's nowhere to go but up. So who cares if you occasionally kiss your husband in between classes or hold hands on the way back to your car or anything similar? It's no worse than feeling up your husband's thigh and pressing a few kisses against his neck in a drunken haze.

(Not that Ice will admit to that being the catalyst for his relaxed PDA rules. To this day, Ice swears he does not remember that night and will swiftly change the subject whenever it's brought up. Which Mav does. Repeatedly.)

Do they have pet names? Do they like to embarrass each other in front of their friends/family/coworkers with some silly ones? Or do they keep it with basics, like “swertheart” or “honey”?

"Ice" and "Mav" and all the variations are really the most used names of course. The last names are used sometimes when they're messing with each other - "lighten up, Kazansky!" has been said enough that Ice will sometimes mockingly say it along with Mav - and their first names are normally used when they're angry. The angrier they are, the more formal the first name becomes, with Ice not afraid to pull out a "Peter" if Mav really needs to knock it off. And, yeah, Mav will sometimes pull out a "Thomas", or, if he's angry enough that he really wants to annoy him, it'll be something along the lines of "Thomathan" or some other made-up longer version of Tom.

Ice sometimes calls him "babe" or "baby", but normally only in bed. Before Ice, Mav only ever used things like "sweetheart" with Goose in their own joking way - "you look great, honey" "thanks, dear". And while he knows Goose called Carole things like that, he can't take himself seriously saying those things because, come on, they're funny. And the idea of using them normally just feels weird. So he only uses those for embarrassing moments. Like the above mentioned drunken spectacle, when he eventually had to tell Ice through laughter "Let's get you home, hon" when he started to get a little handsy.

(Whenever Mav brings the night up, Ice blushes so much he looks as flushed as he did that night from the tequila he was pushed into drinking. And when Mav tells him that one time, Ice tells him that he has no idea what he's talking about, "Nothing that bad could have happened - have you heard from Carole recently, Peter?")

If one of them was away for longer time, like a week, how their significant other would greet them back?

When they were younger, they always welcomed each other with a long and tiring night, lots of passion and holding and grabbing, as if needing proof that the other one was really there, was really safe. As they've gotten older, Ice knows Mav really needs a homemade meal when he first comes home, so he'll make him something nice. And Mav, while he has learned a bit of cooking from his time with Ice, he normally greets him with a simple meal - often takeout from his favorite local Chinese restaurant - and gets him to bed as soon as he can because Ice can really struggle with getting enough sleep when's not in his own bed. He likes to tell Mav it's only because their mattress is the perfect mix of firm and soft, but Mav knows at least part of it is obviously because he doesn't like sleeping without him.

Yes, Mav also sleeps better when he's sleeping next to Ice, too. But he refuses to admit that.

(He says he'll admit it if Ice ever admits that drunken night of PDA ever happened. They're locked in stalemate on that one.)

thanks again for asking!!

OTP QUESTIONS

#long post #like super long wow sorry #icemav #top gun #otp: bullshit you can be mine #ask meme #icemankazansky #bite me in the ask

[one-boring-person]

Heyy 😊👉🏼👈🏼 it’s me again... I know that I literally just requested one, and received, which you did a fantastic job on btw! I’m like in a Top Gun love state right now, and I wanna warn you like I will probably be like a repeat customer 😅 so if it is not too much to ask, whenever you feel like, could I have a maverickxreader where he admires reader from afar and Goose knows he likes her and messes with him and somehow Goose helps them get together 😘😘 I’m sorry if it’s too soon 🤞🏽❤️

Of course, I'm glad you liked the first one!!💛💛

Buy Her A Drink.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Masterlist

"...Earth to Maverick? You there?" A familiar voice calls over the loud music, a hand waving in front of my face to get me to tear my eyes away from the point I'm staring at, my gaze easily finding Goose as he passes me a beer, smirking knowingly at me as he leans back against the bar.

"Where else would I be?" I respond, taking a deep drink from the bottle, my eyes quickly flicking back to the object of my focus, a sigh inadvertently escaping me as I watch her.

"In (Y/n)-dreamland, I reckon." The RIO points out, laughing as my head snaps round to face him, "Oh come on, you're not exactly being discreet!"

Frowning, I look down as a blush starts to creep up my neck, the bottle returning to my lips as I deny him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Goose scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically at the look on my face, looking over in the direction I was staring in, still grinning.

"Oh yeah? So you haven't been making heart eyes at her for the last month, hmm?" He lifts an eyebrow, nudging me as he gestures in (Y/n)'s direction, "Last time I checked, you haven't been able to get enough of her since we first got here."

"Stop it." I warn him, setting my jaw as he makes a noise of amusement.

"What? I'm just pointing out the facts." He grins widely at me, "Remember when we first flew together and you let her take the finishing shot? First time that's ever happened. And the time when we were playing volley ball altogether, when you let her win everytime?"

"I never let her take the first shot, or let her win. She's just a really good flyer, and she won all the games fair and square!" I protest, waving off his points as a blush continues to cover my cheeks, taking a sip of the beer to disguise it.

"Keep telling yourself that, Mav. I'm not the only one who remembers you getting all flustered that time when it was so hot her uniform was sticking to her skin. You couldn't keep your eyes off her." Goose remarks, leaning back against the bar with a conspiratorial smirk.

By now, my cheeks are probably bright red, my jaw clenched painfully as I recall that time, my eyes now finding the skilled pilot across the room from me, eyeing her as she jokes around with Iceman and Slider, the three of them having grown particularly close over our time at Top Gun. At the sight of them, I feel my teeth grind together, though I force myself to relax as I admire her appearance instead, subtly observing how her uniform hugs the curves of her body, and how her hair is neatly styled despite her more relaxed demeanor, the bottle in her hand appearing half empty from where I am. Her smile seems to light up the room as the three of them burst into laughter, her hand reaching out to rest against Iceman's arm in what is probably a purely platonic manner,

"Just buy her a drink or something, man. I'm sure she likes you back." My RIO encourages me, looking me in the eye as he says this, completely serious despite the grin still on his face.

"She looks happy enough with Ice and Slider." I grumble in response, finishing the rest of my beer in one long drag, turning and slamming the bottle on the bartop, trying to fight the urge to keep watching her, knowing I'm probably coming across as creepy.

"Oh come on, don't be like that, Mav! I think she'd much prefer your company. She does keep looking over, after all." Goose consoles me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders reassuringly as I look over at him.

"She doesn't." I murmur quietly.

"And how would you know?" He smirks again, knowing that I've been watching her nearly the entire night, "I tell you what, I'll help you out. Cath you later, man."

Before I can protest, he's gone, giving me one last part on the back as he goes, a few bills left on the counter for me to use, an unspoken rule we've always had: if trying to persuade the other to get a girl, we always pay for each other's first drinks. It helped get Carole and Goose together, but unfortunately it hasn't yet helped me. Growling to myself, I snatch up the notes and stuff them in my pocket, straightening and turning, banging into someone immediately, my hands instantly coming out to steady them as they yelp and stumble backwards, their drink spilling over our shirts.

My eyes widen as they find the person in my arms to be (Y/n), her own eyes locking with mine briefly, before she looks away, chuckling awkwardly, a blush dusting her cheeks, her own hands wiping at her front.

"Err, hey? Goose said you wanted to talk to me?" She questions me, looking up at me imploringly, features softer in the dim light, giving her a different appearance to the experienced pilot I know on the runway.

"Did he now?" I respond, fighting the urge to roll my eyes, "I'm really sorry about your drink. Want another? It's on me."

A grin spreads across her face at my offer, the pilot nodding softly at me as she moves to sit on a barstool beside me, uncaring of her now-damp uniform, telling me her order. Requesting it from the bartender, I scan the room for Goose, quickly locating him next to Sundown, shooting him a scowl as he lifts his bottle in salute, grinning at me.

"So what was it you wanted to say to me?" (Y/n) inquires as she receives her drink, eyeing me carefully as I adjust myself unsure of what to say.

"I think Goose made that up so you would come talk to me, actually." I admit, looking down at the bottle in my hand, embarrassment rendering me incapable of keeping eye contact with her.

"Oh." She giggles, the sound storing itself in my memory as she takes a drink, her smile wide and cheerful, not weirded out at all, "Well, at least he succeeded."

"True." I murmur, finally mustering the courage to lock eyes with her again, drowning in their warm depths.

For a few minutes, we sit there in silence, during which I start to doubt myself, my self esteem lowering even further as I struggle to come up with a topic of conversation, my head suddenly going blank for the first time in my life. Beside me, (Y/n) quietly drinks from the glass in front of her, clearly having the same problem as I am, fingers tracing idle patterns on the smooth counter. Looking over at her, I finally decide that I've had enough of this, turning to face her properly, drawing her attention to me almost immediately, confusion etched into her face.

"Goose got you to come over here because he wants me to admit to you that I like you, because he thinks that you like me back, which is ridiculous because I'm not your type at all, and I'm probably not what you're looking for, and I'm too nervous to make a move anyway, so he got you over here when he knows I've had a bottle or two of beer to loosen my tongue, so that I will finally confess to yo-" I gush out, rambling on as I try to organise my thoughts into one steady stream.

"Wait, you like me?" She suddenly cuts me off, having gauged something from the tirade of words.

I freeze in place before replying, unsure if how she'll react.

"...Yeah, I really do. I think you're amazing, the way you fly is incredible and you're a really nice person in general. You're sweet and funny, and I don't think I've ever come across someone who actually tolerates my flying style like you do, so yeah, I like you."

She is quiet for a minute or so, the suspense killing me as I prepare to make my excuses, ready to up and leave in case this now gets awkward. When she does speak, I try to expect the worst, knowing I'll be rejected.

"I mean I wish you'd told me sooner. At least the I could've spent less time fretting over whether you liked me back or not." She finally comments, remarks offhanded and surprising, my mind having to replay the words a few times before I actually understand what she means.

"You like me, too?!" I nearly exclaim in disbelief, happiness exploding inside me as she nods, reaching a hand over the table to lace our fingers together, a soft smile gracing our lips as we look at each other.

"I do, but you're gonna have to take me on a date before we make this official." (Y/n) chuckles, making eye contact with me.

"Well, in that case," I take her hand and press her knuckles to my lips, kissing the soft skin with a smirk, "Wanna go on a date with me?"

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