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NEW FIC : Sunday's Warmth

Hi!! I wrote this Icemav little fluff story yesterday night, so why not share it. It's cozy, it's cute, it's warm.

I hope, if you take the time to read it (with the playlist I shared for a better experience🌝), you'll like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

xx💕

SUNDAY'S WARMTH

Summary : Maverick drinks. Iceman drinks. Maverick sleeps. Iceman sleeps. Maverick wakes up, next to Iceman. Oh well.

Love love love those✋👁️👄👁️

How do I stop obsessing over Maverick? (I don't have much practice drawing him so these look kinda wonky 😔)

Iron Man 2 (2010) Dir. Jon Favreau

Broooo

oh, you have got to be kidding me.

The first time Mav invites himself over to Ice and Slider's place, he finds Slider sitting on the couch, with a giant golden retriever's head in his lap.

"Hey, uh. Slider." Maverick croaks awkwardly, all the confidence he gathered to barge in leaving him when the dog perks up and looks at him. "Didn't know you had a dog."

"Maverick!" Slider actually flinches, surprised, and Mav winces. "I, uhm- it's not my dog?"

"Did you steal it?"

"What? No! I'm... watching him for my sister."

The dog huffs and drops his head back on Slider's thigh.

"What- what are you doing here, did you need anything?"

"No, I..." Mav hesitates. "I was just... bored? But I can go-"

"Don't be stupid." Slider shifts up a little, careful not to disturb the dog as he gestures to the tv screen. "This one's not much of a watch buddy, and I need someone who's not trapped here to get the beers from the fridge."

Mav obediently gets the beers while Slider somehow convinces the dog to make space for him on the couch.

"So what's his name?" Mav asks when he fits himself between Slider and the armrest, the dog watching him lazily with half open eyes.

"Uhm.... Snowman."

The dog huffs again, but he looks at least a little interested when Mav reaches out with his palm up, lifting his head to sniff at him. He lies back down again after barely a few seconds, and Mav takes that as his permission to pet him.

"You're such a cute boy, aren't you?" His voice slips into that cutesy tone that people talk to babies with, but he can't help it. Snowman's fur is so damn fluffy. "You're so fluffy, Snowy, such a cute puppy, yes, you are."

Newly dubbed Snowy huffs, and Slider chuckles. "Yeah, he's not really that kind of a dog."

"Not a cuddler?"

"Only on his own terms." As if to demonstrate, Slider scratches behind his ear and Snowman leans into it happily. "He's more like a cat, really."

"Sounds like another winter themed guy we know. Where is he, by the way?"

Slider barks out a sharp laugh and Snowman grumbles. "Ice is.... taking a break. Don't worry about him, Mav."

A Time-Travel idea I can't get out of my head

Before he can think more on it, before he can open his mouth to ask Carol what she would do if she woke up four decades younger-- a tiny voice calls out, clear and eager.

“Unc’a Mav!”

Pete’s heart stops in his chest, his breath catching painfully in his throat. A small form appears at the end of the hallway, sleepy and stumbling, but instantly recognizable. A toddler in his pajamas, with sleepy eyes that snap wide awake when they land on Pete.

Bradley.

Without thinking, Pete’s legs give out beneath him. He falls to his knees in an instant, his hands reaching out, and without hesitation, Bradley throws himself at him. The weight of the little boy in his arms is like a spark to his soul. The way Bradley clings to him, his small arms wrapping around Pete’s neck, is so familiar it nearly knocks the breath out of him.

“Oh, Baby Goose,” Pete chokes out, his voice raw with emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Bradley’s small body wiggles in his embrace, giggling.

Pete holds him so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, this moment will slip away, that this little boy—the one who’s still innocent, still whole—will disappear.

This is a Bradley who he didn’t lose. A Bradley who hadn’t stopped talking to him at 18, who hadn’t shut him out as he grew older. A Bradley who didn’t grow up without him.

Pete kisses the top of his head, his tears wetting the little boy’s messy hair, and he pulls him closer. Bradley doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around Pete’s neck.

This was it. The one thing he never thought he could have again. The one thing that had slipped through his fingers so painfully—but now, now it’s here. And Pete can’t let it go.

“I’m here, Baby Goose,” Pete whispers, his voice shaking.

Damn it I'm going to write an entire fic on this, aren't I

Wished they'd give each other this call😭💔

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) // AVENGERS: ENDGAME (2019)

Icemav deserve to be rich, old, dilfs that vacation to Sweden and Switzerland! Give them a happy ending DAMNIT!

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 80

Goose: *Holding a hairbrush like a microphone* And here you can see the endangered Pete Maverick Mitchell in his natural habitat

Maverick: *Falls down the stairs, spilling cereal everywhere*

Slider: Natural selection is coming for this specimen