tagged by @aberfaeth to post the last lines of my WIPs - thanks casey! 🥰 i’ve got a lot of wips right now (what else is new), so here are excerpts from the five i worked on most recently:
1. bring back that lovin’ feelin’ (tg2 fix it fic 3)
“Wasn’t there just a holiday? Which one is this?”
S-I-M-C-H-A-T T-O-R-A-H. Ice finger-spelled it first, then did the sign: clasping his hands together, moving them from left to right. Marks the end of the reading of the Torah. Big celebration. Dinner, singing, dancing…
Maverick smiled. “You going with Sarah and the kids?”
Ice lifted his hands, then stopped. He shook his head roughly and turned back to the sink, doing his best to breathe around the ache in his throat. The truth—one that Sarah barely understood and that Maverick certainly couldn’t—was that he’d loved going to temple, every part of it: the children running in and out during the prayers, the feeling of the siddur in his hands, the kippah at the crown of his head, standing in line for tefillin. It wasn’t the same with his voice reduced to a rasp; with him just short of a ghost because of it.
He felt Maverick’s hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to face him despite every instinct in his body screaming at him to ignore the warmth of his touch, to stay cool and collected. Maverick’s eyes were soft with sympathy, not pity, and he lifted his hands to sign. I’ll dance with you.
Ice breathed a laugh, squeezing his eyes shut to ward off the sudden rush of tears. You have two left feet.
“Fight me, Kazansky.” Maverick put his hands on Ice’s hips, and Ice looped his arms over Maverick’s neck, unable to keep himself from smiling. “I can out-dance you any time. I’ll sweep you right off your fucking feet. You’ll see.”
“Keep telling yourself that, hotshot,” Ice said, instead of You already have, and kissed the proud smile right off Maverick’s face.
2. swimmin’ in the floods (dancing on the clouds below) (tg2 fix it fic 4)
Coyote: Hey you didn’t answer my question
Hangman: Well you asked in the group chat, you could have meant anybody
Coyote: Well for the sake of clarification
Coyote: I meant my boyfriend
Coyote: Lieutenant Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman
Coyote: Maybe you’ve heard of him?? He’s a real catch
Hangman: Hmm
Hangman: The name rings a bell……
Hangman: Tall, devastatingly handsome, great hair?
Coyote: And a kickass fighter pilot to boot
Hangman: Flattery will get you nowhere, Machado
Coyote: I’ll settle for it getting me a date
Hangman: If you want me, you’ve got me
Coyote: I do
Hangman: Then you do
Coyote: (loved a message)
Coyote: Can’t wait ❤️
Hangman: Me too ❤️
3. macheresin fake dating au
Rooster scoffed. “Hangman, the only place you’ll ever lead anyone is an early grave.”
“Hey,” Coyote said; not sharp, but a warning all the same. “Watch your mouth when you’ve got my boyfriend’s name in it, Rooster.”
Rooster’s jaw actually dropped. Hangman didn’t think that people’s jaws could drop that far outside of books or the movies, but goddamn was it satisfying to see. He wished he’d thought up this plan sooner. “Your what?”
“Boyfriend,” Hangman said. He sat on the edge of the pool table and raised his eyebrows, unable to keep the smirk off his face. “Problem, Rooster?”
4. first impressions
Goose sweeps her into his arms with such enthusiasm that her feet leave the floor, clutching her to him like she’s the only thing keeping the ocean from dragging him under by the scruff of his parachute, and Carole tears up as she breathes in sweat and linen-y soap and Aqua Velva. Her husband, home at last. “Oh, angel,” she says, and her voice is a quaver but she doesn’t care, not with Goose looking at her and holding her like she’s everything. “My angel Goose. You’re here.”
“Wild F-14s couldn’t keep me away, honey,” Goose says, and she bursts into wet laughter, cups his face between trembling palms and kisses him fiercely. His hand threads into her hair, gripping tight, and between the scratch of his mustache against her upper lip and the warm solid press of his chest to hers, it’s like coming alive again, the world exploding into music and screaming color. It’s not until she tastes salt and pulls away that she realizes he’s crying too.
“Oh, Goose. No. Don’t you cry or I’ll start crying.”
“Crying?” Goose says, tactful enough not to mention that she’s crying just as hard as he is, and sniffles loudly. “Me? Pfft. Just allergies.”
Carole giggles. “Yeah? What to?”
“Pretty girls.”
“Hmm. Maybe I should go, then.”
Goose’s arms around her tighten, and he rests his forehead against hers. “Not a chance.”
5. i’d be yours if you’d be mine
“What are you all fussing over?”
“New signing for Man City,” Thierry said, and handed Sam his phone so Sam could see.
On the screen was a man a few years older than Sam, with floppy dark hair and bright eyes and an even brighter smile. He was in his kit and talking animatedly, moving his hands. “I am very grateful for this opportunity,” he was saying. In the bottom right of the screen were his name and position: Dani Rojas, forward. “For me, football is life.”
“Football Twitter can’t get enough of him,” Isaac said. “Shit, he’s already trending higher than Jamie. Wonder if he’s a wanker too.”
“Ah, come on, Rojas seems like a nice guy. Sam, what do you think?”
Sam’s ears were ringing. Yes, he wanted to say, Rojas does seem like a nice man. In fact, Sam knew for a fact that Dani Rojas was exactly as nice of a man as this clip made him appear. He had been nothing but nice when they had last seen each other. Except when they’d last seen each other, both of them had been substantially less clothed.
“Sam?”
“I have to fix my thing,” Sam said intelligently, and left the locker room just as Coach Lasso entered.
“Sam? Sam, where are you going? - Can I have my phone back?”
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My Top 9 Romantic Ships
tagged by @stonesandswords - thank you <3333
in no particular order:
Jim Jimenez and Oluwande Boodhari (Our Flag Means Death)
Ethan Hunt and Julia Meade (Mission: Impossible)
Goose Bradshaw and Carole Bradshaw (Top Gun)
Maverick Mitchell and Iceman Kazansky (Top Gun / Top Gun: Maverick)
Hangman Seresin and Coyote Machado (Top Gun: Maverick)
(credit to @pendragonsandbuckleys for the gif)
Billy Tyson and Owen Strand (9-1-1 Lone Star)
(credit to @cowboymitchell for the gif)
Sam Obisanya and Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso)
Rick Grimes and Michonne (The Walking Dead)
Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)
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