#dadmiral

IceMav and teen Bradley adopting baby Buck has my whole heart as a concept

Tom was some old guy he snarked off at a coffee shop once and was pleased when the older man calmly gave a witty retort.

He keeps on bumping into the man in the same coffee shop, but he bumps into the old man at the park and grocery place at well.

Surprisingly they hit it off, and Jake looks forward to seeing Tom even though he'll never admit it. Tom's getting fond of the boy. Especially when he realized 3 months in that this was the same Jake "Hangman" Seresin who saved his husband and Baby Goose.

One day there was a bring your dad/grandpa/son to work day. Jake was talking about it to Tom, sad that he doesn't really have anyone to bring and was planning to call out because even tho Mav is great and Javy's family always welcome him, he feels like an outsider in those events. Tom hesitantly offered to come, not wanting to overstep, and Jake looked overjoyed.

Tom comes to the event and Jake was showing him around the base, and the shenanigans he gets into with his squad (Tom is delighted to gain some more blackmail against Mav). He also starts introducing Tom around, and some people are staring wide-eyed or straight up choke when they see Tom.

Why the fuck is the COMPACFLT here and in civvies!??? AND HANGMAN IS CALLING HIM, TOM???

Iceman makes sure to give his trademark glare to everyone who even thinks about mentioning his title or saying something to Jake. Everyone just snaps their mouths shut and smiles awkwardly.

It continues with Jake dragging THE ICEMAN around like an excited puppy, and Tom looking fond and ruffles Hangman's hair every few minutes. The base didn't realize how young Hangman really is until that day.

Eventually Tom and Jake run into Mav and Bradley and both have their mouths wide open as Jake introduces Tom to them.

Eventually ends with Mav saying, "Hey! I adopted him first!" While pouting.

Bradley, on the phone: Hey pops, I forgot my homework. Can you drop it off at the seminar hall? It's empty, don't worry.

Ice: OK.

Ice, walking into the full Top Gun classroom:

STARFLEET ACADEMY

Last minute pinch hit gift for Biotickaidan on AO3 for Spectre Requisitions 2023 Female Shepard & David Anderson.

TW: past child abuse, alcohol abuse,hurt/comfort, derogatory words used, curse words, low self esteem, parental tom kazansky, oc callsign:Apex

summary: You don’t understand why Ice isn’t mad at you. Ice adopts another pilot.

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Your brain pauses as you feel the plate drop out your hand, time feels like it slows down as it splatters all over the kitchen floor.

“Make your self useful and fix it Y/N”, Your mind tells you relentlessly over and over.

You’re immediately on floor picking up the pieces of glass. Not caring about the prickly feeling you get as glass enters your fingers.

You inspect the damage that was infront of your feet . Hissing sounds come from your mouth as blood drips from your hands.

You have no idea why its hurts so much, you’ve gotten glass shards stuck in you plenty of times. Fortunately the pain keeps you from getting down on the ground again and resume recklessly picking up glass.

“Apex?“

Damn it.

Ice’s voice gets clearer as footsteps are heard. You have a sour look to your face as your hand twinges again, reminding you about the glass, the pain becomes worse as each second passes.

Your unsure about what to do, you could lie your way out of this but face the consequences of being caught. Maybe you could just come clean and hope for the best, and hope he isn’t like your father.

“Y/N”, He’s closer .

Do something you idiot.

Ice head peaks into doorway, brows raised in confusion. Out of reflexes you stupidly turn around meeting Ice’s concerned face. The older man eyes dart to your bleeding hand, not even daring to look at the mess beneath you.

The staring and him not saying anything make your heart race a thousand beats per minute, the temperature in the kitchen rises.

Your vision blurs, as you blink away the tears that attempted drop down your face.

“What happened kiddo?”

You hate how kind, loving he sounds, his voice is filled with kindness something you never heard before. You also hate how it sounds like he’s talking to a child who’s need of reassurance and love.

You open your mouth. Nothing leaves it, emptiness fills the air. You look like a fish blowing air bubbles in the water. The older aviator gets closer to you; clearing all the space between you both.

He loosely grabs your hand, very gently-like.

You realize to late, that was him giving you a chance to get away, to tell him your fine.

You probably should have, but you couldn’t. Ice holding your wrist felt so gentle and loving that you couldn’t take it away.

Something told you to, but you couldn’t cause it felt so nice, something you wanted cherish for the rest of your life.

“Ouch”, he decides with.

You nod stupidly.

You wonder quietly if you should start to apologize for the broken plate, for acting like it wasn’t your fault.

Before you say something again Ice is dragging you gently to the kitchen sink. You sit down on a stool obediently waiting for the next instruction.

Your hand is being ran under ice cold water. The blood starts to run down your hand as it drains down the sink finally stopping. You finally breathe as the relief starts to set in, the sting lessens, the twinging slightly stops.

Your eyes are close, but they burn as you refuse to let the tears fall.

He couldn’t know you were weak. Not now, not ever.

“Admiral Kaz-“

The grey haired pilot rolls his eyes.

“Your only one who calls me Admiral Kazansky off duty” he grins. “You sleep over at my house, eat my food, and saved my husband and godson . Ice or Tom is just fine kid”

“Ice, you don’t have to do this. I can fix myself up” ,You tried telling him.

A strange look takes over Ice’s face and moment of slience passes, but he looks soft and kind. One thing you couldn’t seemed to understand is why.

He rubs his thumb over your hand without thinking. It makes the back of your neck burn, your cheeks also resemble the color of a tomato.

“I know you can kiddo, but I want to and don’t mind”

You brain stumbles over that, no one wanted to help you unless there was something in it for them.

You never knew being loved was an option for you.

Your father was a mean drunk, the man could always be found with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. He always slurred his words, always stumbling over his feet, always smelled like the stench of alcohol.

Never got meet your mother, she died during childbirth. Never knew her name, only by whore and slut.

You had friends within the navy, like the daggers but you kept them at arms length.

One thing your childhood taught you was never to allow others to see you vulnerable.

No one willingly kind to you , unless there was a catch.

But here was Ice is, holding your hand as he dried it to make sure there no glass left. All his attention his on you, making sure your okay.

“Kiddo brace yourself” he says softly. Ice slowly pulls the last piece of glass out your hand and drops it into a bowl.

You feel water fall down your face. You quickly start blinking the tears away.

Ice turns off the water,but doesn’t say anything.

Your expecting a tongue lashing, something being thrown at you, a beaten.

A soft peck to the side of your forehead.

The invisible grip you had on yourself was now gone. Ice lets go of your wrist, turning around fending to the mess of bandages and trash.

You tip your head downwards as more tears fall. The burn in your eyes return stronger as a tears starts from the corner of your eyes slowly dropping down your face.

You’ve always been a quiet crier. You had to learn how to if you wanted survive your abusive father.

You’ve never been on the other end of affection. As a child your father spent more time drinking than offering you affection, when you left home and the joined navy; not once did they offer you affection.

You thought didn’t you need any, in return a persona was created–Apex.

Apex was the shield you created as a child to protect your self from being hurt.

As a little girl you always told people you had a hard time with emotions. You couldn’t feel an ounce of pain.

Never did think it was a trauma response from all the pain you had to deal with.

You were cold-hearted, ruthless, emotionally detached. You racked up kills faster than anyone, and broke records faster than Maverick and Iceman.

But Ice kissing you hand, broke down walls that had been up for decades.

You shook sliently as tears started flowing down faster, releasing pain you held onto for years.

An accidental sob falls out your mouth. Without caring and realising you violently take your injured hand to your mouth.

Too fucking late Y/N, your a goner.

“Oh, kiddo…” Ice turns back to you, tilting his head as he realizes what’s going on.

“Let me get you some tylenol”, you regret not telling him how many broken bones you’ve gotten and reset yourself without painkillers. The plethora amount of times you’ve been sick and forced your body to heal on its own.

You blink. One tear drops down the right side of your face, and you hurriedly rub it away with your non-injured hand.

Ice takes your injured hand, and drops it gently on your thigh.

Of course you break the forbidden rule of not being vulnerable.

And of course he thinks your crying over your dumb ass hand.

While also crying over something so little is so stupid. You prefer not be crying in the COMPACFLT house, but your brain isn’t getting the message.

The older aviator returns again with tylenol in tow, with a glass of water.

Why isn’t he hitting you, degrading you.

It’s filled your cold heart with warmth.

You finally start to calm down, “Ice I’m-“, you cut yourself off. The tweezers sat perfectly on the sink.

Broken. Something you broke

The plate, Admiral Kazansky’s fucking plate.

Shit, god your so fucking stupid.

Ice picks up the last piece and places it in the trash can.

Just another reminder of why your so useless. Another reminder of why no one loves you.

You stare at the shattered pieces of a plate that probably cost more than you, worth more than you. As it’s pieces sat in the trash can, you wondered If Ice was slowly gaining your trust just to rip it away and punish you.

You caused this. This is all your fault.

You wanted to be helpful again. Yet you knew the last thing Ice wanted was a screw-up like you helping him.

You’ll just end up breaking something else, getting more glass in your hand.

Now the man who’s probably tired from working over forty hours. Now has to pick up after a twenty nine year who’s well than capable of cleaning up her own mess.

But you can’t, because your broken just like the plate. Can’t be glued back together.

Pathetic, Stupid.

You draw a breathe, a breathe that sounds shaky and unstable. You attempted to be quiet this time, and not draw Ice’s attention back on to you, something you didn’t deserve at all.

You screw up again. Unsurprisingly.

“Sweetheart” He soley focusing on helping now, not allowing anything to break his focus.

You flinched at the choice of word Ice uses.

Why is he being so kind to you?

You don’t understand. Is this a sick game.

A game you’ve played too many times,you’d stop counting.

Ice invited you into his house, treats your stupid hand and cleans up your fucking mess. And now You can’t even say I’m sorry to him without crying.

And he’s still not mad at you.

Guilt fills your entire body, it wraps around your lungs and stabs them.

The tears that are falling are guilt induced.

“Ice, I’m so s-sorry” You voice shakes with a quiver. It suddenly becomes more harder to speak again as your throat fills with an ache.

“I’m sorry, r-really am, It’s my fault Admiral-“

“Hey, hey, hey”, Ice cuts you off. The COMPACFLT takes your arms gently.”Who said it was your fault sweetheart? ,You didn’t do nothing wrong Y/N”

The sob that you released is more louder, more painful. The sob gets rid of the lump in your throat.

“B-but i ruined your plate” you whined loudly, and if you didn’t feel like a little kid who couldn’t express there self right. Then maybe you wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.

“Oh little one, you haven’t ruined anything”, Ice assures you , You would’ve scoffed at him if you weren’t so emotionally unstable right now.

You’ve lost complete control of your mask.

Apparently your disbelief had shed through your cracked facade. His thumbs runs over your un-injured soothingly.

“A plate I got from walmart kiddo”, “something that I could care less about, something replaceable”.

Well nevermind.

“Come here kiddo”.

The older pilot pulls you into his chest protectively. He’s shielding you from all bad in the world, your bad thoughts.

At first you resisted, because in what world did you deserve comfort?

The hug feels so comforting, and warm something you’ve never felt before in your entire life. You allow yourself to go limp in his hold, allowing your emotions that have piled up for years to pour out you.

You could feel an apology on the tip of your tongue. But couldn’t bring yourself to ruin this moment between the two of you.

Ice had embraced you with ease, showing you that you deserve such comfort. He’d also showed you that comfort wasn’t not earned, it was given.

His hand cradled the back of your head.

It felt so tender that you cried even more. Your body starts to tremble like a baby who’s learning to walk, and you attempt to let go, but Ice wasn’t having it and he guided you back to him gently.

You still don’t understand.

“I don’t get it, why aren’t you mad at me?” Your voice thick with emotions.”Your being so nice to me for no reason.

Even though you don’t deserve it. It didn’t have to be said Ice could hear the words forming in your head.

“Oh, malysha,no” Ice arms wrap his around you tighter. Like he’s squeezing the sadness out of you, and that will somehow heal all your sadness. He presses a kiss to your head. You face turns beat red, and a helpless giggle releases from your throat.

“I’m being nice to you, because that’s how you should be treated, Y/N” he cards his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

“But”.

Ice shushes you, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Just cry malysha, nothing will happen if you do”. We’ll talk about this later”.

Aganist better judgement you do.

Finally the dam that helped you hide your emotions broke fully.

The sobs shake you and Ice physically. Mentally feels nice —yet so exhausting.

It’s honestly addictive, it feels nice to be loved without there being any conditions.

You shove your face deeply into Ice’s shoulder.

You pray Ice doesn’t let go.

“Don’t let go”, you whimpered softly.