#he doesnt mind

[crowleycorvid]

Stress baul

[thecrocthatstoleurshoes]

All hail Dick Grayson, KING of the younger brothers

[towering-book-piles]

Icemav Flannel Love

For @cannibalhellhound and @icezansky Hope you enjoy! This was inspired by the flannel Sugar daddy!Ice wears, and it went from there. Its not really done, but I'm posting anyways! 💛💛💛

((Alternating POV! Some Slider, Maverick and 3rd person!))

Maverick and flyboys are in a bar, celebrqting Wolf's latest promotion!

Maverick gets a drink spilled on him accidently by Hollywood, who profusely apologies, but there's not much to be done. The shirt, his usual go to white t shirt is basically unsalvageable and soaked through. It's clinging to his torso indecently and practically see through.

Most of the bars eyes are on him, including one icecube, sitting in the corner.

~

Ice is pining in their corner booth, Slider teasing him mercilessly over his crush, until he walks over to the bar for more drinks.

On the way he decides to pluck up his courage and at least give himself a chance not to try make a fool of himself. He offers Mav his shirt.

Ice is wearing his favourite red checkered black flannel shirt and a plain undershirt underneath. Sliders eyebrows are at his hairline cause no one gets to wear Ices flannel but Ice.

The last person who tried got a bloody nose for their troubles.

~

By now Mav has become uncomfortable with all the attention, seriously it was Wolf's night, and by now he just wanted to fade into the background and have a good time. He leans back on the bar, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling tightly at another patron who was talking to him but by now is clearly not looking at his eyes, their gaze pointing down lower.

Ice appears beside him and quietly leans down to whisper something in his ear, Mav can feel his heart slow at the comforting closeness of the his wingman, the chill of the air in the bar on his wet clothes soothed by the heat pouring off Ice. Kinda ironic.

Hot breaths and words brush Mavs ear but for the life of him he has no idea what Ice has just said, its all he can do to keep upright with him this close. Ice steps back a bit out of his space and Mav nearly grabs him to drag him back.

Ice already has his flannel halfway off his shoulders when he looks back at Mavs eyes, an eyebrow raised in question. Mav looks up at him through his lashes, still confused but quickly gets with the program and realises what Ice means, nodding his head enthusiastically.

He quickly accepts Ices offer, a little thrill going through him at the soft look in Ices eyes when he fidgets nervously, and at how the black and red checkered material slips down his broad shoulders.

~

Mav whipped off his shirt over his head and is half naked in the bar, his chest still dripping water. Ice is visibly drooling, as is half the bar, and losing brain cells.

Mav is oblivious to the room of people and his dumbass blonde wingman all losing their collective minds over his little strip tease and throws his ruined shirt on a nearby booth and slips the flannel over his shoulder, the muscles of his stomach and arms bunching as he does. Ice is transfixed on the movement of his pecs as he does so, his tags swinging between the muscles. On Maverick the flannel is oversized and falls to mid-thigh-ish, enveloping him nicely, making him look very soft comfortable and cozy.

Ice is still drooling, his blue eyes lit up with happiness and a heated look that Slider has never wanted to see on his little brothers face. No thank you, repressing all thought of that as we speak.

Just as Ice gets himself under control, calming his face, Mav finishes buttoning the shirt and lifts his head to smile softly up at him in gratitude, all big green glowing eyes and a small genuine smile, like Ice is the only other person in the room.

Slider is suffering watching this train wreak.

~

Ice slings a long muscled arm around Petes smaller frame and draws him in under his arm, tucking him close to his body. He can't help but think about how perfectly Pete slots into his side, fitting right under his arm.

~

They both walk back over to the booth, not a single person in the world besides the other is of any notice to either, both looking right into the others eyes.

But still no kiss. Okay then, time for big brother Slider to intervene.

Slider locks them in a supply closet that same night in the bar and thinks no more on it. He doesn't want to know.

The next morning, Mav is still wearing Ices flannel, only this time, he's wearing little else, standing in Ices kitchen, with Ice's numerous love bites dotted all over his shoulders and chest, and with he man himself wrapped around him as they eat breakfast.

Mission success according to Slider.

[noesqape]

how i look when i grow on him

[sukirichi]

MY WIFE IS HOME, IM GONNA SMOOCH HER FIRST BEFORE I DO ANYTHING ELSE 

[sargent-major-jane]

every once and a while I remember that five foot tall Andrew Minyard is like jacked and has Shoulders And Arms™️ like wHAT can he just like scoop Neil up and carry him around because im pretty sure he can and im also pretty sure he does

[littered-letters]

Ofraymond does know I write fanfiction, the extent? No. But he knows I write it.

[multiverse-muses]

“If that’s what you want I don’t mind letting you try it.”

@intelligentskull