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more about the mav fic mentioned here !! he gets to the hangar in the early 2010s.. him and ice are married but this is his work so he sets up his little shop... moves in his things.. ice helps decorate because he wants it to be a place for maverick... (ice mightve bought the hangar too, but hey.)

but things start crawling around at night, scratching on his door, and he keeps seeing things. undettered (he's been around long enough to know about the hauntings of rural america) he starts leaving them little gifts.. maybe a bowl of water. a screwdriver he doesnt need anymore.

lets himself laugh in the open, in a place which has been devoid of humans. lets the hangar start seeing the light of day, so the things can look inside and realise hes not a threat.

i dont think he names what they are - he doesn't wanna think too hard about it.

but they are there some nights and gone the next, souls of a land inhospitable for most but turned into a loving oasis for those who cared enough to look beyond the curtain.

The Hangster Nightmare Comic!

[Click for better quality, reblogs and tags are HIGHLY appreciated as this took a very long time <3]

Full comic below the cut!

IceMav... But make it a Mission Impossible crossover? Iceman x Ethan Hunt?

Recently I read this fic where Maverick became Ethan Hunt after he was taken by the IMF. Needless to say it's been on my mind since I discovered it, and one of the scenes was driving me up the walls so I drew it...! Perks of being an artist I suppose 😭 (in case it's not visible, Iceman is patching up Mav after he got hurt)

Crediting @k9effect, the fic this art was inspired in belongs to them!! If you like Mission Impossible and icemav id say you give this fic a read

Iceman and Maverick on one of their "friendship-affirming" vacations. Because you can't keep up the will-they-won't-they energy with your best friend for 30+ years without popping the what-are-we's once every few years.

Left pic was taken by Mav when they were lounging at a resort bar. It was one of those rare moments where Ice could simply enjoy the entertainment and their conversation. They barely drank, but Ice's body easily sank to the pillows on the sofa. All about Ice, down to his fingertips, right now seemed relaxed. Open. Inviting. Maverick could feel himself getting drawn in. Couldn't help watching Ice's lips as he took each drag of that cigarette. Maverick felt a tingle in his chest as he took in the sight; even The Iceman looked warm in the soft yellow light. Ice never looked more breathtaking like this.

They stumbled into bed together, later that night, still wrapped up in conversation. Sincere admissions were exchanged, also hopes and anxieties. If there is one thing that's certain in this world, let it be that they always have each other. They slept tangled in each other's limbs till late morning.

Maverick woke up feeling energized. He greeted Ice good morning with a few smacks on his butt and a dare to race to the beach. Then bolted right out of bed, cackling like a maniac.

Ice ran after Maverick, grumbling, but not before grabbing their camera. When he caught up with Maverick, the man was already waist-deep in sea water. Wet, translucent fabric was clinging to his muscular torso, which should convey an image of a hardened, trained body. But to Ice's awe, Maverick's skin looked soft and radiant in the morning sun. Mav yelled at him to join him, but Ice stood still, opting to admire the beautiful man from afar. Later, as Maverick plopped down on the sand next to him, Ice pretended to be more interested in the horizon in front of him. Not for long, though. He just needed a minute. Cautiously, Ice stole a glance sideways. Sweet sweet Maverick was looking up at him with a smile. Ice pressed the shutter, and his stomach did a flip. Maverick never looked more stunning like this.

The Shirt and Jean Shorts Stay On During Dog Fight Football

When Maverick had proposed the idea to them everyone had reacted with confusion and some excitement. They had a little less than two weeks until they were supposed to go on this mission.

And he fucking wanted them to play football on the beach.

Was Maverick a prick? Hard to tell. He held a smug childishness to him that was hard to understand in those moments. Bob had been buzzing with anxiety and energy from the upcoming mission. Not one of them had made it to the target on time. It was the perfect day for flying. The skies clear, it being a bit warm out. Like it usually was in San Diego. Perfect time to be out working.

But here he was walking with Phoenix to the beach near The Hard Deck. His flip flops sliding against the sandy pavement. Sand was already sticking to his feet. The heat of the sun leaves him sweaty. Rubbing the bottom of his shirt hem between his fingers and nails.

“Bob, you’re gonna rub a hole into that shirt of yours. Whatcha thinking about?” Phoenix hummed as they walked. He Looked up from his feet and turned to see her. She wasn’t even looking at him, she could just tell.

“I-I um, worried about playing with the others” he said slowly, turning his head forward into the distance, squinting before pushing up his glasses.

“You worried that you’re gonna be decked and thrown into the water?” He snorted.

“No, I'm worried I'm going to be forced to take off my shirt.” He stopped, looking back at his feet. Playing with the bottom hem again.

He felt her stop next to him. Taking a moment to process the information he just let loose. He looked up; his eyes stung a bit. Fuck he was worried, he remembered telling Phoenix when they first got assigned, once he knew that she would trust. That she wouldn’t judge him and scream what he had told her from the rooftops.

“Bob, if you don’t want too that's completely okay. If anyone mentions something. I’ll punch them in the gut for you”

“Even Hangman?”

“Especially Hangman” she gave him a smile that eased some of the tension in his shoulders. Knowing that he had told someone, and that was on his side in case of anything, just made him more reassured that everything was gonna be okay.

They both walked to the beach together, A little closer than before, with a smile on both of their faces.

–

When they had finally gotten to the beach, they had already changed in the dorm rooms given to them. Looking around he noticed that only half of them were here yet. He spotted Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Fritz, and Omaha.

A smile swept across his face as he spotted their instructor, Maverick sitting in a shitty lounge beach chair drinking from a metal water bottle under his umbrella. An old boombox next to him slightly dung into the sand playing 80’s.

“He looks like such a dad right now Phoe” He laughed. Pushing his hair out of his face, the slight breeze messing with the strands, them so desperately wanting to poke at his eyes.

“Sure does” She laughed with him, them walking down the sand dune to get to the others. Fanboy waved at them excitedly as they got closer before Payback slammed him into the wet sand. A yelp and loud laughter came from the group. He heard Phoenix give a sigh then dip into a laugh watching them.

Making his way over he sat in the shaded part next to Maverick, watching his partner run up to the boys yelling about how she was gonna kick their asses once the game started.

-

Soon Harvard, Yale and Halo showed up. All of them were rocking the minimal clothing look that the others were also having. Phoenix once she got knocked over into the wet sand by Fritz came up near him and Mav and threw off her shirt, now only being in a black sports bra and her shorts. His face heated up, embarrassment and envy filling parts of him.

“Oh? Phoenix got you all flustered hm” His eyes snapped to his mentor. His aviators were on but he could feel his eyes on him. He cocked his head for a second at the comment. And then he got it.

“What.” A pause. “You think I like Phoenix? No, no not at all. It’s, not like that” He shook his head at the comment. Why was he feeling that anyways? Mav words breaking through his thoughts.

“Sure Bob, but that look on your face says otherwise.” The older man was smiling at the others who were all goofing off.

“It's not romantic feelings Sir. It’s, envy” He started picking at his shorts, pushing off sand and pulling at the one loose string there always seemed to be.

He felt Mav’s eyes go back to him, a questioning look appearing on his face. His brows pushed together. The creases on his tan face are becoming more apparent. “Why so?”

Gathering his words was hard. How could he explain this without outing himself? Without letting his captain know something that he got changed legally years ago.

“I'm envious of the confidence she has. In herself, in her body and the way she acts. She isn’t afraid to be and take up space.” His hands couldn’t stay still, anxiety fluttering through him again. Looking up once again he saw a pure look of understanding from the other man. He gave a small nod, opening his mouth to speak- Which was promptly cut off by the cheers of the other Pilots.

Rooster jogging up in his normal attire. Wearing flip flops, his white tank top with a light blue Hawaiian shirt, yellow flowers and green leaves decorating it. Lastly a pair of jean shorts. Who the fuck wears jean shorts to play football on the beach? He came up, taking off his shoes and shirts, dropping them in the basket that Mav had brought, the items within it now covered by nearly all of the pilot's gear.

“HANGMAN, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE WE’RE WAITING”

“I COME IN STYLE BABY” He rolled his eyes at the comment from the bleach blonde. Once Hangman had joined them all, the game began.

–

They had been playing for about an hour. Maverick explained the rules and how even though they were separated into two “teams” this was an overall team building exercise. Dog Fight football as he called it. Them having to work with one another to score points by making past certain lines he made in the sand with his foot.

The end goal lines were trampled over and forgotten about, points melding together with their laughter. Bob was surprisingly having a good time playing, thankfully he and Phoenix were on the same team, her always being decently close to him.

Jogging back a little as he watched a good majority of the other pilots all swarming around Rooster who had the ball. Soon he saw the mustached man jump up and throw the football, hands trying to block it, catch it- anything.

Next moment he felt the leather hit his arms as he caught it. Eyes turning to him with something he could only describe as athletic hunger. Fuck-

He turned and started running with the ball tucked under his arm. You would think that he was being chased by a hoard of zombies rather than his friend and fellow Navy men. Within a little while he felt a hand grasp the edge of his shirt and pull him back. Them both plummeting into the ground.

His shirt riding up uncomfortably high. He curled himself around the football hiding it the best he could.

“C’mon Bob lemmie at it!” The smirk was evident on the tall blonde's voice. He tried uncurling Bob more, pulling up his shirt even more. It reaches his armpits, the scrunches uncomfortable against his skin. Hot flashes of fear went through him. Could Hangman see his chest? What if he saw the scars? He curled in on himself more, a whimper coming from him without his consent. He felt the other stop and lean back.

“Bob, dude you okay?” Looking up he saw behind Hangman people catching up quickly, turning to the other man's face. He saw worry and confusion, actual human emotions gracing the other.

He just quickly nodded. Sitting up and letting the ball go. Pushing his shirt down as quickly as he could, the other no doubt saw his surgery scars. He looked at the sand, face hot with embarrassment.

A brief moment before Phoenix was at his side, kneeling next to him in the sand. Her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. Hearing the pounding of feet on sand, he saw the football being picked up by Hangman. Looking up to see the other give him a smile and nod behind his shoulder before dipping in between the other players running like a bat out of hell to the other goal line.

“You okay Floyd?” His head turned quickly to his friend and gave a shaky nod.

“U-um, Jake pulled up my shirt,,” He stuttered out. He felt her tense next to him. Her face read ‘I will kick his balls in if he did anything bad to you’. “He, um didn’t say anything bad. He seemed worried?” he was confused by the blonde's reaction to seeing Bob’s chest. How two long thick scars ran under his pecks, a smaller line going up to nipple.

Phoenix blinked in confusion, seeming confused and politely surprised at how the almighty dick that was ‘Hangman’ Jake Seresin. The man who would fucking bully and pick on you if he found something mildly humiliating about you. Didn’t make a comment about Robert’s top surgery scars.

“You guys joining us or what lovebirds?” Yelled Fanboy, who was once again tackled by Payback. Both him and Phoenix looked at each other and rolled their eyes. It was on.

–

Rooster had just let him down from the piggy back ride. A smile plastered onto his face. No one had picked him up in years, and the fact that the taller tan man did it without a complaint made him even more happy. He had finally made a goal and they all cheered for him. It made his chest ache in the most wonderful way.

“Since it's so close, let's all go to The Hard Deck for a round. Losing team pays for first round” Yale yelled.

“As if you remember who lost!” Shot back Harvard. They all had forgotten about the score completely and were just having fun. Mav who was sitting in his beach chair just smiled as he took a sip from his cold beer. Fucker knew what he was doing. He gave a warm smile to the older man.

–

Before they were allowed into The Hard Deck Penny demanded that they brush off with some of the beach towels that she always kept in the back. One of them complained that there was gonna be sand within the establishment no matter what, a little more wont hurt. A sharp look and all complaints stopped.

They all gathered around the pool table, Rooster deciding once again that a rematch with Phoenix was a good idea (Phoenix had won the last 8 times but Rooster was not letting go).

He was leaned up against the ginger ale near the window in a pre-chilled glass. Sipping on it occasionally as he felt someone land next to him. Leaning against the wall a couple inches away.

“So, I have a question Bob” Hangman. Fuck, this was not going to end well. He felt his body tense from the other instantly as he spoke. Not taking notice that the man was talking in a softer tone than normal.

He hummed acknowledgement.

“I saw the scars that you got on your chest. I don’t know too much about this stuff, and I wanted to make sure I was clear first.” There was a pause and he felt Jake try to find the right words. “How did you get 'em?”

Angling his body to his right. He saw Hangman in a blue and gray tank top, a pocket that was holding his phone and his aviators. Black shorts and some crocs on. The man was staring at him, no drink within his hand's, full attention on Bob. The emotions grazing his face was surprising, Bob could pick out confusion, wanting, worry and a bit of discomfort.

“Uh, They’re top surgery scars.” He said plainly. He moved his cold cup between his hands watching as surprise appeared on Jake’s face. “I’m, uh, Trans”

The man in front of him nodded and gave a smile to him. “Well Bob, I'm Bi.” The smile grew wider and he gave him one back. “And I have to say, your scars make you look like a badass, I understand that you’re anxious about what others will say. But I think they make you look awesome. I'm glad you’re with us man” He slapped his shoulder a bit before walking away towards the pool table.

Bob watched as Hangman walked over to the pool table, most likely to bother Rooster and to mess up his shot. Phoenix just gave him a questioning look. Knowing what she was thinking. He just shook his head and smiled.

They weren’t all too bad.

an on-screen kiss with his wingman, right?