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Also our first injury! Yay(?)
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My highschool didn't salt the sidewalk, and I wasn't paying attention, I slipped and now I sprained my wrist on my dominant hand, this sucks dude 💔
been meaning to make some art but i have been absolutely hammered by what im 87% sure is a stomach bug when im not at school, i will try to draw stuff this weekend 💔
Hi! I have a Top gun maverick request
What if the reader is Mavericks daughter and also dating Rooster, who was also called back to Top Gun for the mission, and towards the end. The readers plane also got shot down after Maverick saved Rooster and Rooster saving Maverick?
imagine being a top gun graduate pilot, rooster's girl, and maverick's daughter -> and your jet gets shot down on the mission
written by: ©theclassiccherry
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a/n: hi lovely!! i hope this interpretation makes you happy, I haven't written angst before so I hope this is appeasing! thank you for sending it in, I really enjoyed writing this, the idea was a great way for me to expand my writing. have a wonderful day <3 on another note, i actually got emotional at the end?? also I wrote this at 2am so wowie im braindead lmao
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warnings: ANGSTTTTTTT just prepare yourself lmao it's about to get rough buddy
pairing: rooster x f!Mitchell!pilot!reader, dad maverick (aka dadrick aha ha aha i amuse myself sometimes-)
-DISCLAIMER-
I do not own Top Gun: Maverick, nor the characters from it featured in this. Credit to the rightful owners.
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The time was now.
Every ounce of adrenaline, every moment of your training came down to moments like these.
Standing in your flight suit, under the flight deck, you feel the sweat drip down your forehead.
You being nervous? Was almost unheard of. Almost.
The clock of your watch ticked, and with each moment anticipation grew. Glancing to your wingman and dear friends, you tried to memorize their faces. The way they focused. While you stared at the people around you, involved in what your father was addressing, Rooster was looking at you.
The moment he knew you were to be Maverick's Wing-Woman, he couldn't help but suddenly feel every nerve in his body. He knew you were capable. God knows, you're capable of anything. Though, it didn't make the looming fears of losing you go away. Because for the first time, in a long time, Bradley felt whole. Even with all the trauma, the anger, the grief, the loss- you simply made it go away. To him, you were fine gold. There was nothing more important than what he had with you. To him, that was set in stone. Before he knew it, he was knocked from his thoughts.
"Alright, Lieutenants. It's time," Maverick spoke, a hopeful tone towards the end of his sentence. "Everyone, you know the drill."
Sighing, you glanced to Bradley. You knew he was scared, but the last thing he was going to do, was say so. But now was not the time for fear. And so, you mouthed a silent 'I love you', before making your way onto the flight deck.
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Climbing into your F/A-18, helmet in hand, you were stopped.
"Y/C/S!"
Turning, Bradley's gaze met yours.
"Bradley."
"Y/n."
"I should go," You comment, aware of the time. Leaning towards him, while on the ladder, Bradley's lips are quickly on yours. His kiss was swift, but heartfelt. Pulling back, he looked at you.
Rooster then walked past you, headed to his own jet. Watching him go, you climbed into your cockpit.
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Suddenly, the task at hand was all too real. The air was thick, but then again, G-Force tended to make it that way.
Miracle #1 was a success. Now, to get past Coffin Corner.
"Beginning ascent to Coffin Corner, we're right on schedule Mav."
"Alright, Y/C/S, you ready kid?"
"Now or never, right?"
Maverick sighed, "Sure, we'll go with that."
Beginning the trek upwards, the force began to catch up with you.
"Come on--" You whisper to yourself, slowly watching the number of Gs increase.
Making it over the peak, and settling out for a sheer second, then whipping it left and right to avoid the missiles firing your way.
"Holy shit-" You holler, watching the missiles fly by. "Fuck- deploying flares!"
Firing, and defending your jet, you make your way along with Maverick in front of you.
Smooth sailing, right? No. Next thing you knew, it was utter chaos.
"DAGGER 1 IS HIT, MAVERICK IS HIT!" You scream into coms.
"Shit- NO MAV--" Rooster yelled, immediately speeding up. "I'm going after him!"
"ROOSTER YOU CAN'T GO AFTER HIM--" You call out, noticing his sudden change. "Fuck-" you mutter, "I'm continuing back, Dagger 1 is down. Rooster please come back, we can't risk anyone else!"
He was already on his trail. Out of your field of vision. Gone to your father, either in death or God knows where.
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The enemy is always aware. Always looking at your moves, a change in position, a difference in your manner.
It allows them to win.
And you, to slip.
A loud boom echoed in your ear, and just as quickly as it came, it destroyed.
"I'M HIT-" You yell, looking at your control panel, trying to understand just what happened. "Left wing took a direct hit!"
"Disengage! Eject Y/C/S! EJECT!" Hondo informs, trying to reach you.
"I can't- It won't- I'm going down!"
"EJECT!"
"I--" The coms died out, your panic increasing as you tried to eject. Yet, to no avail. The moment your jet hit the mountain, it was over.
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"Mav-" Rooster called out, looking in the direction of your crash. "Mav, that's not one of the 5th Generation."
CPT. Mitchell, who had been standing to Rooster's right, squinted. "How far do you think?"
"Nothing we can't try to reach."
The two then began their way to your destroyed F/A-18. Upon it, the two quickly realized it wasn't just part of their team.
It was you.
Running, the pair sprinted to find you, any evidence of you.
"You see her Mav?"
"Come on, Kid, where are you?" Maverick muttered to himself, holding onto the little hope he had.
"Mav! I found her!" Rooster yelled, as Maverick made way to you. Your battered body, cut and bleeding almost everywhere, was laying in Rooster's warm arms. He held you close, his knees against the cold snow, propping you up on his legs for a little elevation.
You weren't quite awake. Barely awake enough to feel the difference in temperature. "Who- wh-"
"Shhh, hey it's okay. It's okay Y/N, you're going to be fine. Mav and I are here, we're gonna get you back home alright? I need you to stay with me- Mav where is she bleeding? We need to find it--"
"Bradley."
"I think it's towards her lower abdomen-"
"Bradley."
"Fuck- I need a cloth-"
"Bradley!" You exclaim as best you can, your voice weak. A hiss and deep exhale leaves you, the pain in your body increasing with the sudden movement.
"Yes?"
"Don't my love, it's too late for all of that. It's okay, let me go."
"Y/N, it'll be okay, there's an F-14 we're gonna take back-" Maverick hushed Bradley, interrupting his protests to you.
"Hey, honey?"
A gentle smile finds its way on your face, recognizing your father's voice, "Yes?"
Maverick takes your withering hand in his, "We're gonna be okay, kid." Slowly, Rooster began to run his thumb up and down the side of your cheek. Something he'd do to calm you, or to center himself. Now, it was both.
"I love you, both of you, so-" You cough, an all-to-familiar metallic taste entering your mouth, "so much."
"We love you too, baby," Rooster replied, a bittersweet smile upon his sweet face.
"You two," Another cough fills your throat, "better get back. I'm gonna rest now."
Turning your head into Rooster's hand, you kiss his palm softly.
"Y/N, stay with me sweetheart, please keep your eyes open-"
"Bradley."
Rooster turned to Maverick, "Let her rest, Bradley. She's gone." While Mav's demeaner didn't appear to be panicked, it was evident by the tears on his face - his heart will forever be missing a piece. A piece of you. Slowly pulling Bradley away from you, he let Rooster gently remove your dog-tags, and place them into his chest pocket.
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The moment they got back to the Carrier, everyone was quiet. Debriefing took what felt like ages, and as soon as Bradley could, he went to the locker room.
In his locker, was a small, velvet box. Taking it out, and opening the box, a beautiful diamond ring sparkled in the light.
Your locker, which Bradley knew the combo for, was just down the row. The room was empty. The hum from the cheap lights in the air. He made his way to it, unlocking it and placing the box in it.
Looking up at the polaroid of the two of you in the locker, Bradley spoke, "You know, it was my mother's." He sighed, his throat getting tight. "God, my parents would've loved you, Y/N. I'm sure you've met them by now... please don't ever forget how much I love you."
Tears fell from his worn eyes, death yet again, taking the light of his life.
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