RIP Val Kilmerš¢š
May you rest easy, thank you for all of your hard work, fly highššļø
Harry Potter's boyfriendā
Their friendship is my everything āš
reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions
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āSleep prints, you say?ā he says in nothing more than a whisper. Maverick barely catches the murmur, watching Icemanās lips move as he speaks. Icemanās hand slots against his face, holding Maverickās chin between his thumb and index, the rest of his fingers grazing his neck. Icemanās thumb rubs his cheek in slow, circling motions, and Maverick momentarily forgets how to breathe. Icemanās gaze is intense, and this whole ordeal should feel awkward, but Maverick canāt 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 heās not breathing in the same air as Iceman. He can pretend that he isnāt taking in the smell of Icemanās cologne, or that he doesnāt feel the texture of Icemanās hands against his cheeks, rough from too many hours in the cockpit yet warm and pleasant against his skin. āI donāt see any.ā
Fic coming soon I promise (it's almost fully written fr)
just a reminder of how Sam and Bucky first met
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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