I Need A Mav & Charlie Friendship, Like Maybe They Gave The Relationship A Go And It Didn't Work Out

rip pete mitchell you would have loved listening to chappell roan

In the 1980s, the Naval Investigative Service intensively tried to remove gay men from the military. Once they misinterpreted the queer slang phrase "friend of Dorothy" (a euphemism for gay man used since around WW2) and thought that there was a real woman named Dorothy who knew plenty of gay men in the military.

The NIS decided to find Dorothy and force her to reveal the names of gay service members so that the Navy could throw them out. They wasted a lot of time and taxpayers' money on this and the action, of course, ended in failure.

Just imagine Icemav angst related to the fear of discovering their relationship and simply Mav being chaotic and messing with his superiors.

Ice: I was away from home for a week and a half and you spread rumors and made the entire NIS look for a non-existent woman.

Mav with an innocent look on his face: I literally don't know what you're talking about.

Slider: Yes it was him

I'm begging on my knees for someone to write this

Penelope

I wonder what the daggers thought of Pete when they first met him.

Of course they already met Captain Maverick Mitchell during their deployment and training detachment. But the Captain is cool and professional, absolutely genius and batshit crazy in the air, but there's a very real distance between them and though he's friendly and they all look up to him, there's still a barrier between them.

Then, one day theyre invited over to Roosters House and they meet Admiral Thomas J Kazansky casually sitting in the kitchen. After fumbled introductions are made and a stern look directed at Hangman that nearly made him sink through the floor much to the other daggers amusement, they learned that not only were they standing in the COMPACFLTs house, he and his husband raised Rooster after his parents passed.

As of on cue, there was a thunderous racket from the other end of the house, presumably near the garage, with crashes, bangs and wallops. After the quiet descended o ce again, no one moving muscle, a strangly familiar voice called faintly from the source of the noise.

"Im okay!"

Admiral Kazansky, or Tom as he preferred simply signed in a very fond manner, seemingly dripping with love amd exasperation in equal measures and shook his head.

Footsteps were then heard bounding towards the kitchen and a small stream of noise, little tinks of metals, whirring of clogs, bare feet against the floor and swishing clothes. The door swung open and their Captain, Maverick stood there in torn and dirty clothes, his white t shirt covered in mechanical grease and even threadbare in some places. His hair, usually neatly in palce at work was a riot on his head, like he just woke up and there was a smear of engine grease down the side of his cheek that he seemed to be oblivious to.

He also didn't seem to notice the extra people there for lunch as his whole being was focused on the small hunk of wires and metal cradled in his big hands, as they wove and fiddled with it incessantly.

Perhaps most different from their usual image of the Captain was his face. Under his mess of dark hair, there was a high excited flush on his cheeks, his eyes, which some of the dagger squad now realised were actually a bright green, were shining and completely focused on the project in his hands. And perhaps most different, a wide smile shone across his face.

So different from the Maverick smirks or the polite, tight and unamused smiles he gave admirals at work, or even the tired grin he sometimes gave, this was a true smile of absolute joy and happiness. It brightened his face, made him younger and took the shadows away. He was glowing and lighter in his feet even.

Mav didn't look up but bounded over to Ice unfailingly, burrowing into his side and giggling, actually giggling.

"Ice, Ice, Ice!! I got it!!!!!!"

Mav proudly held up the mess of curcuits, metal and wires in his hands, presenting it for inspection.

For a moment the admiral seemed as lost as the other daggers, but then a realisation seemed to dawn and he also grinned wide, bright as Mav and sunshine-y in a way no one would have thought the ice cold admiral capable of.

"It's finally ready?" Iceman gasped, seemingly delighted and shocked!

Mav merely grinned and hummed a happy affirmative to him, still tucked under his arm, back to the daggers and wiggling slightly with untamed energy. The man was practically bouncing in place.

The bright, unguarded smiles, the boundless energy, the clear content happiness the two displayed in the others presence. It was clear. They were more than in love with each other, they were completely enamoured and adoring. This was Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell. It wasn't even Iceman and Maverick. This was Tom and Pete.

The daggers were seeing Pete.

lemme just-

drops an ody doodle and runs

i am sorry

i just had a vision

i'm sorry

cuties patooties

I zoned out for a few hours while listening to EPIC: The musical on repeat, and for the first time in months, I started drawing

couldnt upload to tik tok cuz it mutes the audio so im resulting to alternative means

RIP John you would have hated the constitutional convention.