I want 17 you dumb bitch (icemav pls❤️)

(disclaimer! my irl friend was sitting next to me as they sent in this request! we were both laughing and in on the joke!) (i would prefer for online anons to not call me a dumb bitch, though!)

This goes out to you, @soggyfruitloopsforever!

17. "Ok, well... Fuck." From this writing prompt game!

Tags: Mature, sexual content, allusions to internalized homophobia, Word count 1100.

I hope you enjoyed it! It was fun to explore more of Ice's perspective and his own relationship with his sexuality! I tried copying and pasting this directly into tumblr but it formatted all weird and I got frustrated fixing it (and it was crazy long), so alas, screenshots.

I would love to receive some more requests if any of you reading would like to send one in! (and I'm currently working on the other requests for those who have already asked!) <3

He brings the clunky, old Polaroid camera to his face, squinting through the lens and through the bright sun. He presses his finger down until he hears the telltale– click! The small frame, still blank, comes from the mouth of the camera. Mav holds it and resists the urge to shake it. The picture turns out to be a little unfocused, but if it ain’t the best picture Mav has ever taken. Ice has that small, genuine smile as he splashes Bradley. Bradley’s loud, boisterous laughter can be heard through the small rectangle between Mav’s hands. Bradley’s teeth are splitting across his face, his hair flinging more of those little water droplets everywhere. This is a great shot, Goose. I should become a photographer.

Chapter 5 is finally here! I hope you like it! (i caved again and made top gun fanart)

Yo! Here's a WIP for you! (just pretend it's Wednesday or something. time isn't real and our modern perception of time was created and implemented to control and exploit the working class for the rich and powerful. anyway. here's my wip!)

just some things i wrote in between school! the paragraphs are kind of related, and kind of not. I initially had the thought and intention of it being a bigger one shot to post on ao3.. but i got stuck.. so, here! some Ice paragraphs!

Chapter 7 of Your jeep. Your Teeth. The coffee that you bought me.

He puts his hands all over you to keep you in the room.

SUMMARY:

Dripping honey and fast cars on empty highways. Big hands and ruffled hair. Blushing down his neck and bowling balls for heads. German Rummy and sliding back doors. Mourning and knowing. Crackling radios and Olivia Newton-John. Fingers shoved down his throat. There’s tonight, and there’s tomorrow. He never stood a chance.

It's official! She's posted! Thank you for bearing with me through these past months! Slider is finally here! And be sure to read the notes at the beginning for some warnings and citations! (Yay! Yippee! Yahoo!)

Wednesday WIP!

(ignore that Wednesday is almost over. (at least it is where i am idk) please and thank you) (ignore any typos! she's only been through phase one of my editing process!)

This is a mini scene from ch.7 (which is in the works i promise) but! it's from Ice's point of view! I did it to try and figure out his "voice" and to see if some of his choices and actions were in character or not blah blah blah who cares! (i do. i care) On to the WIP!

anyway! none of ch.7 will be written in Ice's perspective. The Jeep Universe (or where it's at currently) will remain in Maverick's perspective! I gotta tear Mav apart and then put him back together first! (and then (maybe) it'll be Ice's turn...)

small announcement about da fic!

Slight adjustments and minor edits have been made to the first chapter of The Jeep Universe! Not sure if anyone cares, but i thought i would document it here just in case anyone notices! They're really minor edits-- grammatical errors and one minor inconsistency about why Ice was the only one in the hospital when Mav woke up! I also fixed all the en dash to em dashes (in all the posted chapters)! finally. whoopsies.

Writing WIP! Hell yeah!

Thanks for the tag @woodsywarbler! (so so so excited!)

As it is 3 AM... my mind is pulling a blank on who to tag... my apologies! I hereby tag everybody and anybody who would like to join in!

My current WIPs all surround ch.7 for The Jeep Universe (I promise I'm working on it, and on this day, at 3AM.. i shall provide proof)! Though let it be known, that the scene I have typed up (everything else still locked away in my notebook...) is slightly nsfw! Very slight! Nothing graphic, just the beginnings of something!

There aren't any major spoilers for The Jeep Universe under the cut, it's mostly just a sneak peak!

“Don’t say that,” Ice whispered. His voice was kind of broken. Voice kind of hollow and harrowing. Kind of heartbreaking. It made Mav want to say sorry again. He almost did. Please. I’m sorry.

But instead, Maverick said, “Okay.” Because there’s nothing else he could’ve possibly said. The script didn’t tell him he could say anything else. 

There was more manhandling, Ice moving Mav’s body, the bones cracking and moans erupting, from pain or pleasure, neither were sure. Ice still reacted to each sound with a deep breath of his own, a hitch inward, his whole body reacting, full of tremors and shakes, like a whole structure crumbling down. A thumb pressed inward and hit the flesh, pressed deeper like he was trying to dig a hole. And maybe he was. Or still is. Maybe Maverick doesn’t care what Ice wants to do to him as long as he’s there. Doing it. Because he wants to. Because he wants to be around Maverick. Regardless if it’s to dig a hole or patch one up. Maverick will take it, can take it. Willingly take it. 

Mav found himself up against the couch cushions again, his legs spread, his bad knee spread out delicately, and the bulge in his loose boxers was even more obvious. Maverick’s hips shifted unconsciously in search of more friction, a way to convince himself that Ice was touching him directly. 

It went slowly, the way Ice made his way from the armrest to stand in front and over Maverick, his shadow covering all of him, looking down at Mav like that day with the cigarette and the car doors almost slamming shut. But this time, there was no anger. Just the two of them in the dark, everything barely visible, like how they would do it six years ago. Everything was shadowed and secret. A secret with a broken man on the couch with a desperate, broken look from the other standing above. 

No words were exchanged between them. Just the eye contact and the saying without saying. No words. Just the looks as Ice slowly lowered himself to his knees. Maverick heard one of Ice’s knees quietly crack as they bent. They never did that six years ago. Six years. Six years. Six years. Fuck. 

All tentative but firm, Ice placed his burning palms on Maverick’s thighs. Ice looked, and Mav looked back. Maverick coughed lightly. The spell didn’t break this time. Ice watched the whole way through. Ice just closed his eyes when Mav was finally done and whispered. “Please.”

hello friends,

Today i give you this, tomorrow who knows.

SUMMARY:

It's 1998. Maverick crashes and burns. He's out of commission, and apparently, so is Carole. With a countdown on the clock and a promise he doesn't know if he can keep, Maverick is sinking out in the ocean again, tangled up in a parachute with a dead best friend and now with his best friend's soon-to-be-dead wife and their son who's now only left with Pete fucking "Maverick" Mitchell as his godfather and sole caregiver.

Iceman, a man Maverick's missed for six years, reappears with a dying grandfather, along with his stupid jeep and his stupid teeth, and two coffees in his hands.

bye ily bye

Concerning getting to know one's fic writer, inquiring minds must know: 8, 16 & 18

Inquiring minds would also like you to choose one question you're hoping someone will ask and answer it! (It always pains me when I desperately want to discuss something, but the prompt is never picked! So, pick that question! :])

Thank youu, I can't wait to learn more about your writing process!! <3

Woodsy!! Thank you so much for the ask (omg i'm so excited to answer these)!!

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or ending of a story?

Hmmmm... I think when it comes to fic writing I like the middle. Because i can just keep adding things and I don't have to worry about tying it all together to actually mean something. And the beginning is very intimidating. It's like the first page of new notebook or sketchbook. And the ending is very scary too, cuz that means it's over!

It's interesting though because whenever I watch movies, TV shows etc., etc., I always like the first movie/episode/season the best!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I have kind of a one track mind when it comes to writing, so I'm pretty much only thinking of Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me. and that 'universe' (omfg why did i pick such a long name). BUT! I have been playing around with the idea of telling this story through the perspective of Ice... I would love to get up all inside his head and figure him out!

I've also been thinking about like a 'prequel' to this story. Like what happened in '86 and when 'my' Mav and Ice taught at TOP GUN together. I, of course, have ideas and I have alluded to what their relationship looked like in flashbacks and some of Mav's internal monologue, but I think eventually I would love to actually put it in writing and map it all out.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with these titles?

I came up with the title of this fanfic during the writing process! And all of the titles are lines from Richard Siken's Crush-- which i had just finished rereading as I was writing the first part of the first chapter. The line "Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me." really stuck out to me as I was thinking about IceMav, because I've always really liked Val Kilmer's teeth (which sounds weird as i type it out.... but it's purely from an artistic standpoint and fascination). So the jeep that Ice has in the fic, along with the coffee scene after Mav is let out from the hospital were really inspired from this line!

As for the chapter titles, I decided to keep going with the Richard Siken theme. Whenever I need a break from writing, typing, or editing, that's when I begin to brainstorm chapter titles. I'll look back at my fav lines that I wrote down, or I'll just straight up reread poems to find something that fits whatever things are happening in that chapter.

Initially, chapter 6's title was "Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you" because of the first scene when Mav holds out a plate for Bradley. It wasn't until guns were brought up for like the third time that I changed the title to "It's a down right shoot-em-up."

Anyway! Long story short, it's just a process of going back and forth and reading poetry!

14. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from emotional experience?

(the question i picked myself) I absolutely feel what the characters feel and draw from my personal experiences!! Most of Bradley's expressions of anxiety and sadness is inspired from my own teenage self (which was absolutely traumatic to look back on). Along with Bradley wearing Carole's old bracelet and Nick's old t-shirt!

One of my biggest goals within this story (along with other things), was to make these characters more human and really focus on their struggles-- therefore i write about things i know, aka my own personal experiences. Which can sometimes make things difficult to write, but usually it's okay!

Thank you so much for the ask Woodsy!! This was so much fun!! <333

3, 77 :333

YAAAAA FENTOMY ILYYY

77. Do you have a favourite scene you've written from Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me.?

omg ummmmmm... i think it's this scene from chapter 3 about Mav's mom (whom I made up, she is not 'canon') idk i was just really proud of like.. the imagery? i think that's the word. I was also proud of how much this short scene tells you about Flo Mitchell as a character and as Mav's mom.

Pete had watched as his mother parked haphazardly, crooked, and partially on the dead grass on their front lawn. He watched her fling open the car door and slam it shut, clearly on some mission toward the front door. The flag next to the door hung static and still, like a dead animal strung up on a line waiting to be slashed and skinned, waiting to be picked apart and eaten, waiting for its entire life to come full circle and rot in some hunters stomach, waiting for its own bones to be thrown out and picked apart by the maggots. The flag hung dead, unsentient, while Pete’s mother– she was anything but. She walked up to the flag, shoes clacking on the cracked pavement, her arms swaying at her sides. She unhooked the flag from its stand, her hair billowing in the sudden wind. It turned alive as soon as she touched it, flowy and slippery, squirming and wriggling through her fingers. Flo balled up her fists in the fabric to stop the movement, the life that erupted from it transferring from her to the flag. As she walked back to the car, the flag slithered and moved with the waves created by Flo Mitchell. Then Pete watched as she opened the back door and threw the flag into the back seat. It lay there, dead and unmoving once again, sprawled out against the leather, the stripes overlapping and the stars crumpled and muddled. Flo picked up Pete from the passenger seat and cradled him against her side as they walked up to their new house. Pete yawned, “Why did you do that–? To the flag?” His mother only steered her head forward, eyes serious and focused, “That flag keeps your daddy away from me– from us–” She looked up to the setting sun, the sky all orange and yellow, “Why should I fly the thing that keeps him away– that puts him in danger?”

Flo Mitchell supremacy!! Anti-war queen and Tammy Wynette fan! She's just like me....

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic.

i thought you'd never ask (this is going to be long sorry (im saying this as if it's not already long))!!

i cannot, for the life of me, work directly from the computer. I am a "traditional artist" (whatever that even means) at heart, meaning that I have to do everything on paper </3. So for the first idea of Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me. i mapped it out very loosely in my silly little notebook.

(i blocked out spoilers (maybe) for future chapters...) check out my terrible handwriting! and check out how different the plot was! What was i thinking? "Mav bumps into Ice with Bradley after visiting Carole" yeah... sure. But once i had that loose idea i started writing in that same notebook and things kind of went from there.

And then i realized that i should probably plan out the chapters on paper so there's some consistency. so that leads to the little list-like mind maps that i make--

This is from before i learned TOP GUN moved to Nevada (sigh). In these list-like mind maps is where i come up with some of the important dialogue that needs to happen between characters ("I don't need to see a fucking shrink, Kazansky") and it was in these that the plot really began to change from that first mind map. I've made these mind maps for every chapter that needs to happen for the story.

Then after the mind map, I actually begin to write all the scenes out. after i physically write them out, i type it all up in google docs (sigh). AND THEN i copy and paste it all paragraph by paragraph into Grammarly (free edition i am not paying for that) and edit it all. And then i do it again. and then one more time. and then i post it. im crazy.

Thank u for putting in the ask!!! ily fentomy!!! i love talking about my fanfic (as you have so kindly suffered through these past weeks, thank you.) <333

hmmm... forgot that miles and kilometers are different when writing Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me..... mav would've fucking died if he crashed his motorcycle going 80 miles per hour... (aka 128 km per hour) also because he's a fucking weirdo and doesn't wear a helmet (which is mav's biggest ick in my opinion)

whoops. sigh.

CHAPTER 6: It's a down right shoot-em-up.

Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me.

SUMMARY:

Lead bullets and sticky marshmallows. Texan boys and roller-coasters. Merlin's here. And then he leaves. Fingerprints and aching limbs. Decaf Earl Grey tea and lava for blood. There's a barrel of a gun pressed right up against Maverick's forehead and Ice is locking the door.

Ch. 6 is finally here! (Sorry for the long wait, school is kicking my ass again.) There's some important warnings at the beginning of this chapter in the notes, so be sure to read those!

I made a fun little mood board inspired by this chapter cuz i was bored in class.

I just finished ch. 3 of "your jeep. your teeth. the coffee you bought me." and I needed to come here to tell you how much I love this story! Everything about this is perfect (especially Maverick's conversation with Viper, "saying" without "saying" - it's something Maverick can interpret but cannot do) but really I am here to tell you that I love Maverick thinking about his mom and how you write Flo Mitchell. I'm going to be thinking about the flag scene for a while. Thank you for writing this!

Thank you so so so much! I’m so glad that you like Mav’s mom in this story! I felt this need to dive deeper into what she could’ve been because she’s just this faceless and nameless woman in Top Gun. I’m also so happy that the flag scene was well received and understood! (It was so so so fun to write)

Thank you for reaching out! It means a lot to me knowing that people are enjoying the story! <33

i know he snores like a fucking beast. i know it wakes everybody up. and i know he falls asleep in a matter of seconds. so you can't even fall asleep before him. you can't beat him. honk shoooo honk shooo head ass. i want him fucking dead. tucking him in bed all nice and warm as i type this.

here have this idk anymore.

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