#mav dad

[squiddosss]

in another world, mav and ice were there for bradley’s first day at the naval academy…

doodle inspired by @eliashirsch’s fic salute about i-day and found family and oh my god read it it makes me so happy

[maverickcalf]

'Cause ain't it easier to just move on?

"Down the River" by The Crane Wives

Top Gun Maverick (2022)

[weewoobrainrot]

in the back of my you died mind

[incorrect-fandom-quotes20]

Mav: You’ve got to learn to love yourself.

Rooster: But don't you hate yourself.

Mav: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

[almondcroissantsandink]

Mav with a dog, requested by @waistcoat35 ! I felt like he would own an Aussie (a sort of high energy dog that would match him)--that, or a very old, round lab that wandered around the hangar :)

[onehoplessromantic]

rooster is the epitome of are you fucking serious

[took-my-breath-away]

the people have chosen…. and they have chosen death icemav

thanks for participating in the poll! according to the other votes, my next drawings will be; MORE catdad mav, old man mav doing old man things and some kiddo rooster / mav wholesomeness (though the above kinda infers this).

please submit any ideas you have to my asks box, I love scribbling. for freeeee!

[military-newsboys]

Goose: I wonder if different brands of shampoo taste different Mav: They do Goose: Ice: Slider: Mav: Wait, ask me again and I'll hesitate before answering this time.

[pollyna]

au in which Mav speaks a lot about their child, and Rooster gets insanely jealous of someone he doesn't know because he is supposed to be their only kid, okay?!

At least until Mav doesn't invite all the daggers to his home, and Ice is sleeping with said kid on Bradley's favourite armchair. But instead of a human child between the Iceman's arms, there's a cat. The cutest fucking cat ever seeing on the face of the planet but still, a cat.

Months later, Uncle Slider is still teasing him for being jealous of a cat while Ice pats his curles and "as if we would ever replaced you, baby goose."

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

[At breakfast]

Iceman: How did the date go?

Maverick: I bet Hangman was really enjoying his time with you.

Rooster: *frowns* He wouldn't even kiss me.

Maverick: Nice boys don't kiss on the first date, Bradley. Ice wouldn't kiss me until our third date.

Iceman: ...

Maverick: It made the s*x on the first two dates very impersonal.

Iceman: *chokes on his coffee*

Rooster: *stares at Mav in shock*

[eliashirsch]

OH MY GODDD!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS❤️❤️❤️

in another world, mav and ice were there for bradley’s first day at the naval academy…

doodle inspired by @eliashirsch’s fic salute about i-day and found family and oh my god read it it makes me so happy

[maverickcalf]

Insp.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Give me widower Mav who has come to terms with his husband’s death and now gets to make jokes and comments about it which makes people uncomfortable while he finds it hilarious pls

As someone who lost their father a long time ago I have reached that point where I can make jokes and comments and like to my close friends it’s funny but to someone I don’t know it’s… strange cause they don’t know how to react and it’s truly a small moment of absolute joy cause they make it weirder than it needs to be

Here is what I mean:

Fanboy: Hi Mav! I like your hoodie!

Mav: thanks, it belonged to my dead husband

Fanboy:

Mav: he’s not gonna use it so

…

Hangman, pointing at the ring on Mav’s dog tags: you’re married?

Mav: I was, but sadly he died on a terrible accident

Hangman: oh I’m sorry—

Mav: I’m kidding, he didn’t die on an accident

Hangman: oh thank god I thought I—

Mav: he died of cancer

…

Mav: my husband used to hate this movie

Phoenix: what made him change his mind?

Mav: oh he didn’t, he just died

…

Mav: I miss my husband

Coyote: why, where is he?

Mav: I want to say heaven but he was a weird man so honestly I don’t know

…

Cyclone: Maverick where is the paperwork I asked for

Mav: oh I’m sorry? I was mourning the death of my husband, in case you hadn’t noticed, the audacity, I cannot believe you would come for a widower like this—

[the-ace-with-spades]

The year is 1995 and Mav disappears off radars on a mission overseas. He's declared MIA and then when satellite pictures of an F-14's wreck show up, declared KIA.

It's a hot August evening when Ice opens his front doors to see a Navy officer with a precisely folded flag in his arms and a JAG lawyer with a suitcase full of documents. Baby Goose should be already sleeping upstairs, preparing for their planned camping trip the day after.

Ice lets them in without a word.

They walk past the living room where Ice had been checking their tent for rust, straight to the kitchen table. They don't sit down.

"On behalf of the President of the United States, the United States Navy—"

"Spare me the bullshit."

He's still holding the flag, letter on top of it, seal unbroken.

"Why are you even here? I'm not his—" Loved one. Ice was just—there. A close friend. A wingman. It doesn't matter whether he loves Mav or not, he will always be just someone in his life, not his loved one. "I'm just his best friend."

"Commander Mitchell stated this address as Bradley Bradshaw's main residence during deployment."

Jesus Christ. He can't—Bradley. What was he going to tell Bradley?

"Commander Mitchell's sole beneficiary is Bradley Bradshaw, and since he's a minor, we need to execute his will alongside our condolences." Bradley lost another parent. And all he has left is a will. "You've been named as Bradley Bradshaw's legal guardian if Commander Mitchell was—unable to take care of him."

"He's never told me that."

He didn't. Not even a word. He knew Mav had a will, they all did. But he never thought enough to make sense of the details.

It couldn't be Ice. He couldn't exist on paper in Mav's life or in Bradley's life.

"You can refuse—"

Ice phases out the words that come after — Mav can't be gone, Mav couldn't have left Bradley to him, Mav couldn't have thought he would be able to care for Bradley alone, without Mav's help and guidance. He couldn't have left them both there with broken hearts.

Ice doesn't believe this. It can't be true. If he stares long enough, the two officers in front of him are going to disappear and he will get a late night call from Mav from the ship and will wake up Baby Goose so they could chat and—

"Ice, I know I should be asleep but can we check if we got enough jars for bugs? I really want to—"

Ice finally comes back to the surroundings.

Bradley stands in the kitchen door, noticing the two people in there, in uniforms. "I'm sorry, sirs, I didn't know—"

At that exact moment, Bradley notices the flag and the unopen letter. He can see it nice and clear — his face falls and he doesn't look at anything but the goddamn flag and the stupid letter made on behalf of the President.

Ice stops breathing. "Bradley—"

"No," he says, shaking his head, so quiet. "Not again, no—"

Before Ice can say anything, Bradley is running back up the stairs.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Cyclone's Assistant: We've been able to tune into the enemy's radio frequency, sir. We can hear them discussing our pilots that they've captured. Cyclone: Tell me. Assistant: According to the radio dispatches, one pilot is "Sass with a Jawline" and the other is "Sass with a Moustache" and they "bicker like an old married couple who took a wrong turn on their honeymoon roadtrip". Cyclone(sighs): Hangman and Rooster.... Cyclone(to Warlock):...Who's gonna tell Maverick? Warlock: -Not it! Cyclone: Not it! DAMNIT!

[whohasthecards]

What if, Hangman plays around a lot with the Daggers and Mav because he never really got the chance too. The guy is a top naval aviator, especially with the air-to-air kill, the Navy probably had high expectations for him, and so he acted the way people expected him to act. Confident, cocky, competent, the Navy's golden boy. The Hangman.

His home life isn't the best, shitty parents, if they were there at all. Heck, he could have siblings older or younger than him, and being the responsible breadwinner/caretaker fell on his shoulders, so he always had to work hard and keep a level head. Keep whatever family he had and himself upfloat.

However, once he was with the Dagger squad, he didn't feel the need to be Hangman, the Navy's Golden boy, cocky smile and no mistakes. He wasn't Jacob Seresin, tired and level-headed, a soft smile for his nieces and nephews. A hard face if his parents ever decides to show their faces again.

He was just Jake.

Jake who crows in victory whenever he beats Phoenix at pool. Phoenix rolling her eyes as she lightly hit Jake with a cue stick, Jake dancing away gasping dramatically as if she had a knife.

Jake who playfully steals Bob's peanuts, laughing as the other man scowls at him and lightly shoves his shoulder to get it back. (One time Jake tried to eat the whole cup worth of peanuts as fast as possible, and Bob and him had a mini wrestling fight, Jake gave it back, and got him a new one.)

Jake who Coyote always brings desert for. Coming by his desk and holding the treat above his head, making sure to keep the treat out of Jake's reach. Making Jake pout and whine as he tries to grab it. Javy always does the bit, making Jake say please for it, before conceding and giving it to him. Javy always finds something new for Jake to try.

Jake who Bradley finds always on his right. Bothering him. Teasing him, yet always there, talking about anything and everything. Bradley smiled fondly, as he ruffled the younger man's hair after a particularly funny story about the shenanigans he partook in.

Jake who Mav knows likes his bacon slightly burned and eggs over easy, from the many nights he stayed overnight in his house, and smiles brightly at breakfast. Who has grease streaked across his face as Mav taught him how to do maintenance on motorcycles.

Jake with messy hair, bright eyes, and a relaxed smile. Who would tease, pout, and groan dramatically, but would always be there.

They didn't realized how much of a privilege knowing Jake is, until they saw Jacob "Hangman" Seresin take front and center, once more.