Top Gun - Incorrect Quotes 95

The wand be like : lemme knock some sense into you boi

Draco: “I hate Potter!”

Draco’s wand: “Actually Potter is your soulmate.”

As a Stony & Icemav shipper

Yes.

Anyways, Tom Kazansky as Captain America except he flew planes and was just that good or something, and gets his new callsign Iceman after he wakes up in the modern day, because he was frozen in ice, get it, hah, you get it?

Yeah, Iron Man, we get it, fuck you too, Maverick. Because he likes to work alone and doesn’t listen to his team leader, get it?

"Guys, can you stop for one briefing? Just one, please, that’s all I'm asking."

"Sorry, Goose."

"Yeah, sorry, Goose."

*Goose and Mav eating Breakfast* Goose: More toast, Pete? Mav: *looking at his phone* Why won't you call me, Ice? Goose: More toast, Ice?

Top Gun Masterlist

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x wife!reader

I have a wife!?

One, three or six more...

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."

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Another IceMav snippet!

“Sleep prints, you say?” he says in nothing more than a whisper. Maverick barely catches the murmur, watching Iceman’s lips move as he speaks. Iceman’s hand slots against his face, holding Maverick’s chin between his thumb and index, the rest of his fingers grazing his neck. Iceman’s thumb rubs his cheek in slow, circling motions, and Maverick momentarily forgets how to breathe. Iceman’s gaze is intense, and this whole ordeal should feel awkward, but Maverick can’t find it in himself to tear his eyes off Iceman. Iceman leans closer still, faces mere inches away from each other. If Maverick focuses on it hard enough, he can pretend that he’s not breathing in the same air as Iceman. He can pretend that he isn’t taking in the smell of Iceman’s cologne, or that he doesn’t feel the texture of Iceman’s hands against his cheeks, rough from too many hours in the cockpit yet warm and pleasant against his skin. “I don’t see any.”

Fic coming soon I promise (it's almost fully written fr)

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

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