Songbird Singing Things Birds of a Feather 》 5
Songbird Singing Things — Birds of a Feather 》 5
Bradley's arms were still locked around your hips, his legs tangled with yours. You move one of your hands so that it just barely touches his face and push yourself up, just high enough so that you could press a kiss to his lips. You feel him stir and wake, his eyes barely peeking open but his grip around your waist tightening. He tugs a bit on your bottom lip before the two of you part, causing a grin to cross his cheeks. "Not a bad way to wake up," he says, his voice gravelly and hoarse from sleep. You hum in agreement, pressing another kiss onto the corner of his mouth. "I should probably go knock on Phoenix's door and get my keys back." You whisper, placing another soft kiss on his check. Bradley lets out an exaggerated sigh and, in one fluid motion, flips the two of you so you are against his mattress and he's above you. "I dunno, you should probably stay here for a bit longer." He murmurs, gently peppering kisses over your face, neck, and lips. You giggle but manage to push him away, standing up. "I'll see you in the hangar," you tell him, gathering your clothes from yesterday and bundling them up. "One last thing." He says, motioning with his finger for you to walk back over to him. You humor Bradley, leaning down so that you're eye-level. "What's that," you inquire, spotting a playful look in his gaze. He tugs the material of yours, well, his shirt so that you're inches from his face. "I adore you." He professed, giving you a hard, quick kiss. It left you feeling dizzy as all you could do was grin and return the gesture, making your way out of his door as he watched you leave. Phoenix, thank god was none the wiser as to what had occurred – taking your explanation of sleeping over at The Hard Deck with permission of Penny easily. You got the keys to your room almost instantly, but took your time walking back. If every morning waking up next to Rooster was like that, you never wanted to be alone in your bed again. You almost went back to his dorm, trying to squeeze in a couple more minutes before your actual day got started, but opted to just go back to your own. The weeks up ahead of you were not to be trifled with, pivotal in deciding which pilots got picked for the mission. So, you unlocked your door, fell onto your springy cot facing the ceiling, and relished in the feel of Bradley's shirt until your annoying alarm clock brought you out of dreamland and into the skies. It was a welcome sight, seeing Mav in the room, but it made everything all the more… real. You had only one day before the mission and things were getting down to the wire. Tensions were rising, nerves were getting frayed, and there had been little time to spend with those you wanted to spend time with. This, though, was where having Bradley being a coworker worked in your favor – both of you understood that, right now, your priority was to this mission – not to each other. As you walked into the meeting room with Fanboy at your side, you gave him a nod. "Whatever happens, whether we get picked or not," you start, "it's been great flying with you." Fanboy gives you a grin and a side hug. "Same sentiments over here… but we're gonna get picked." With a grin and a high five, you make your way to your seats. Maverick, for a change, is already standing there rather than coming in a bit later. A silence settles across the room as you all hold your breath in anticipation of what comes next. "Before I get started, I want to say what a pleasure it has been flying with you all for these past couple of weeks. You have shown me what it truly means to be an instructor at Top Gun, teaching the best of the best." Mav looks each and every one of you in the eye. "As you have already been informed, I will be the strike team lead for this mission, also known as Dagger 1. Flying behind me will be Phoenix, WSO Bob." Beside you, Phoenix flashed Bob a grin and earned a secret high five beneath the table from you. "Dagger 2," he begins, making you clench your fists in anticipation, "will be Rooster. Flying behind him will be Swan Song, WSO Fanboy." You do everything you can to stay composed and calm, but the gleam in your eyes says everything. "The rest of you will be on standby, Hangman as first alternate. It is imperative you are well-rested and your mind is ready for tomorrow. We will meet at 8:30 a.m. sharp on the tarmac, suited up and ready for take off at 8:40 a.m.. Keep in mind we are also boarding the carrier in one hour – bring everything you deem necessary. I'll see you there." Without another word, Mav grabs the clipboard he came in with and walks outside. You turn around towards Rooster, expecting a confident and happy smile on his face, only to see a somber expression. "Rooster?" You ask, "What's the matter?" His gaze flickers up towards you, something serious swimming in his eyes. "So many things can go wrong–" "But they won't. Captain Mitchell chose you for a reason. He believes that you're the best person for the job." Rooster dips his head in a sign of acceptance and gathers his things. "I'll see you on the carrier." Flashing you one last smile, albeit uncertain, he walks out. Seeing your confused expression, Phoenix hooks your arm through hers and stands the both of you up. "C'mon, let's go pack." "I guess I just don't understand why he isn't more excited." You frown, sitting crossed legged on Phoenix's cot watching her fold up her sports bra, deodorant, and her lucky necklace. "Y/N, c'mon. Really?" "'Tasha, if I knew I wouldn't be complaining about it." Huffing, you shoot her a sort of glare. "He's not just worried about himself, he's worried about you too. If he messes up, that means you're at the liberty of that mistake." "He shouldn't be worried about that. He can't be worried about that. If that's what's on his mind as we're flying, it's gonna get in his head and he will mess up." Phoenix cinched the little drawstring bag she was bringing and nudged the small duffel that held all of your clothes. You got the message, swinging the bag over your shoulder and walking with her towards the coast, ready to board the aircraft carrier. It's a long process, the whole boarding and leaving the port. There's something about the sea that is just so calming though, the harsh waves that lap up against the sides of the carrier but doing very little to budge it. It's turning dark quickly, signaling to all the aviators that it was most definitely bedtime. You're swinging your legs as you sit on your cot, cracking your knuckles and thinking way too much. About the mission, about the part you play in it, and about Bradley. Unlike what he had said earlier, you hadn't seen him at all. The last thing you heard was that he was holed up in his dorm, talking to Mav about something, sleeping. It then occurred to you that he hadn't made himself available to see you. Getting more fed up by the minute, you stand, make your way towards your door but it swings open before you get the chance to even touch the handle. Bradley's there, in the middle of the door frame before he slams it shut. His expression is unreadable but you can tell that he's nervous. About what? You're unsure. "Rooster–" "You have to promise me you won't do anything stupid tomorrow. I can't, I can't–" His hands are shaking as they cup your face. "I can't fly without you promising me that." You open your mouth but words don't manage to form. His face crumbles and you see the tears in his eyes. "Y/N, sweetheart, please. Just say it." You shake your head as you hold his hands with yours. "Bradley, I can't do that. This is my job and it's yours as well. We both know that nothing's promised in our line of work." "I know, and I know you're the best damn pilot I've ever met but tomorrow is…" "The mission of our lives." You finish his sentence and move to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. "And after we're done," you murmur, "we're gonna go out on that date and you and I are going to eat pasta and drink wine and share tiramisu." "I don't like tiramisu," he jokes, making you let out a weepy laugh. "Yeah, well," you sniff, "you're gonna have some anyways, right?" You feel him nodding his head against your hair. Eventually, he pulls away so you can see his face, his cheeks tearstained. "I love you." He whispers, brushing his lips softly up against yours. "See you in the morning." "Hey Bradley?" You lilt, stopping him in his tracks. "I've always got your back." Smiling, he gives you one last glance before he shuts the door on both your interaction and the evening. It was easy falling asleep after that, but morning came all too early, and with it, the mission. All you could do was go through the motions. Take your sleep shirt and shorts off. Put on your sports bra. Step into the legs and sleeves of your flight suit. Gel your hair back into a regulation bun. Step into your shoes. Fix yourself with a neutral stare in the mirror. This was it. Walking to the tarmac, you checked in with several people. Your admirals, instructors, the radio team. All of them gave you the clearance to situate your navy blue helmet with the white and gold feather accents onto your head, buckling it underneath your chin. Fanboy was already at your jet, checking on the fuel levels and the fitness of it. "She's all ready to go," he says, giving you a confident look. You nod and keep your face measured. "Let's do this." Stepping up into your jet, you spot Rooster right beside you, stepping up on a ladder and hoisting himself into his jet. You see the writing underneath the window, his Call Sign listed. You wait for him to catch your eye, and when he does, you give him a thumbs up. He throws one back to you as you fit the oxygen mask over your mouth. You do a breath test, making sure that everything is working alright before you check in with your WSO. "Fanboy, everything in working order?" You say, hearing your voice through your radio system. "Ready for takeoff." He informs. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath. "Swan Song, ready for takeoff." You say, now switching the comms to communicate with the other jets and the radio tower. "Copy that Swan Song. All jets ready, begin launching." The radio team says, their voice crackly. You see Mav's jet line up and launch, barreling off the carrier at 170 mph. Next is Phoenix and Bob. Then Rooster. And finally, you're pushing that lever forward and you feel the rush of 8 Gs on your body as you launch. Once you're in the air, you feel good. The formation is correct and you're on track to reach the target within the next 10 minutes. It's silent in the air, just the beeping of your comms. The ocean is so incredibly blue and the sky is a perfect morning with no clouds in the sky. On a morning like this, you would've liked to do some flight tests or even doing another round of 200 pushups for 'dying' by Maverick. "Land in sight, ready for missiles." You hear your strike team leader's voice. "Copy that Maverick, launching high speed missiles." The radio team communicates back. It only takes a couple of moments for the missiles to launch and speed in front of you, aiming directly for the enemy's tarmac runway. "Well, if they didn't know we were coming, they do now." You mutter, accelerating a little bit more as you see the other jets are moving a bit quicker now. Soon enough, you're just one minute away from the valley where all of your training should, and needs to, pay off. "Assume Dagger formation." Mav says, pulling his F18 in front with Phoenix gliding right behind him. You hang back a bit, watching Rooster slot into place with you a few lengths behind him. "Alright timer starts… now." And just like that, you're off. Mav increases his speed to 9 Gs, flying through the sharp edges of the mountains. You notice Rooster speeding up as well, but not nearly enough. "Rooster, we need to speed up." You say, keeping your eyes on the tail of your wingman's jet. It's like your message falls null on his ears. "Fanboy, comms are still on?" "That's a positive, Swan." he reports. Clenching your teeth, you grip the yoke harder. "Dagger 2 you must speed up," the radio team cuts in. Still, you hear nothing from him. "Rooster, don't think just do. C'mon kid," Maverick urged. "Rooster, we have to speed up!" You yell. With both yours and Mav's words, it flips a switch in his brain. All of a sudden, his jet speeds in front of yours, barrelling at a much faster speed than was required. "Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!" You yelp, scrambling to increase your own speed so you could stay on formation "Dagger 2 has re-engaged!" The radio team remarks. It takes a while to wind along the curves, already hearing that Mav had hit his target and was climbing out of the coffin now. Finally, you're doing the sharp inverted dive over the cliffside. Your breathing gets heavy but it mellows when you finally flip towards the correct side. "Lining up the target, Rooster" You say, angling your jet so that Fanboy could direct the kill. But, for some reason, it wasn't working. "I-it's not working! System's busted, I can't – I dunno what's going on!" Fanboy yells, your eyes growing wide. "Taking the shot," you hear Bradley say. "Wha- Rooster wait just three more seconds!" You exclaim, trying your best to keep the jet on target while Fanboy tries to work out the problem. "Dropping the missile in 3…2…1!" You hear Rooster say, taking the shot and speeding away and up the coffin with you on his tail. The pressure on your lungs is intense as you climb. Practices prepared you for this very part, but you were still trying to hold onto your bearings to remain conscious. In the background you heard the seismic boom of the target blowing up and the "hit, hit, hit, hit!" of the radio team celebrating. Your vision is fading quickly as you near the end of your ascent, but you're able to level out before darkness consumes your eyesight. You breathe deeply as Fanboy shouts a celebratory "Hell yeah!" and turn to follow Rooster, who's near Mav and Phoenix now. But just as your strike team leader had cautioned, you are in no way out of the woods yet. One by one, you hear the SAMs fire and lock onto you and your team's jets, and of course, it all devolves into a frenzy. You're spinning and gliding, breaking left and right in order to avoid collision. Covering for one another is the only way to survive an attack like this, so the four jets start weaving patterns to both evade missiles and shoot others down. At long last, all of the SAMs are gone, but now the true fight begins. Enemy jets are on your tail in a matter of seconds, firing their own missiles and guns at your own aircraft, engaging in a dog fight. "This is gonna be a bumpy ride Fanboy, you just gotta hold on!" You shout, white-knuckling the yoke and jerking it all the way to the left. It's a miracle that you're able to avoid the missile from the oncoming enemy and shoot it down. Breathing a sigh of relief, you try and listen in on what's happening. But that's when your stomach drops. "I'm outta flares!" Rooster shouts as you see his own jet try to evade an oncoming missile. But the weapon is getting close, way too close. "No, no, no, no…" you mutter. And, in a split second, Mav puts on the brakes to let Rooster in front of him, taking the missile to his own jet. "NO!" You hear Rooster yell, pain evident in his voice as he watches Captain Mitchell's plane go down. "I gotta head back for him," his voice is so hoarse now. You flew in shock, following Phoenix's tail now with Rooster by your side. "That's a negative Dagger 2. All aircraft must return to the carrier." It's quiet, so quiet for a moment, as you fly over the snow capped mountains and hills, finding your way back to the ocean. No one talks, no one dares utter a word as you fly home without your captain. A beeping noise makes its way onto your radar, capturing your attention. Where you see three little green dots, one is breaking off of formation and heading back. With Phoenix staying on your left, that only leaves one other option. "Rooster," you breathe, voice wobbly, "what are you doing?" "I've gotta go back," is all he says before switching off his comms. "ROOSTER!" You yell, tears working their way into your eyes. In a heartbeat, you would've gone with him. Had your fuel levels not been so low because of the extra weight your jet was carrying. Had there not been Fanboy who was in your hands whether he lives or dies. You gasp, struggling to breathe as you keep your jet en route, watching that little green dot fade and fade until finally, it's off.You land your jet onto the carrier, and as soon as possible, launch yourself out of it to run towards the comms tower. There are barricades of people there but you push and shove enough that, eventually, you're inside. To your shock, Hangman was there as well, yelling and shouting at the rest of the team. "Just send me out in a damn jet!" He yells, held back by two officers. "We can't do that son," the vice admiral says, causing a look of rage to consume Seresin's face. "You're just gonna let them die out there?!" "What happened?!" You interrupt the two, your voice reverberating off the walls of the room. The vice admiral says nothing, just making Hangman shake his head. "Rooster's signal went out. His jet got shot down." No reaction is given from you. Your body stays completely still, your face one of indifference as every gaze in the room is turned towards you. And then, panic. Your knees buckle and fall to the ground, Hangman immediately coming to your side and helping you back up. "Wha, what do you mean his signal's out, it just went out?!" Murmurs echo but no one gives you a straight answer. But your mind is already made up, you just had to distract the officers long enough. "Hangman, can you…" you swallow, "can you help me back to the common rooms?" Seresin nods. "Yeah," he says softly, "Yeah of course." The two of you make it down the stairs and towards the hallway that splits off between the tarmac and the common room. You stop, causing Hangman to fumble a bit at the abrupt movement. "Swan Song?" He queries, a confused glint in his eye. "If you're going, I'm going to. You'll need a wingman up there." Instantly, he catches on. A smug grin crosses his face. "And here I thought you could never break the rules." Holding up a hand, you clasp it, high fiving and holding on to it. "No backing out. You grab your F18 and I'll grab Coyote's." Jake scoffs, folding his arms. "Like Coyote's gonna agree to you essentially stealing his jet." "Coyote agrees," you turn to find Coyote standing behind the two of you. "Just try not to scratch her up too much, 'kay?" You give him a reassuring nod and glance back to Jake. "Let's do this." It takes a little bit of stealth skills to get onto the tarmac and steal the jets, but once you're in, you and Hangman fire up the planes and are off, into the skies and racing towards where Rooster and Mav were, most likely, trying to find a way to get back… if they were even still alive. That reality hits you deep in the gut as you follow Hangman. Rooster may not even be alive. The last time you would've heard from him was up in the skies as he turned around where you couldn't follow. "Alright Swan, we're almost there– oh holy shit!" Hangman's words get cut off as both of your jets are rocked by three enemy planes. "Why are they here?!" You shout, maneuvering your jet out of the way as two of them engage you in a dogfight. "They should not know we're here!" Hangman is able to twist out of the way of his pursuer, firing back with his guns and taking the plane down. There was no parachute that ballooned up, effectively informing you of that pilot's fate. You, however, were in a less than favorable predicament. "Swan Song, I got your left–" "No!" You exclaim, navigating your jet and firing at your enemies. "Go to Rooster and Mav, they need you right now! I won't be able to break away, you go!" "Swan Song, I'm your wingman, I gotta stay–" "This is me," you grit out, narrowly missing an oncoming missile and firing a flare to destroy it, "relieving you of your wingman duties. Now go, or I swear to god I will kill you." You yell. You can almost hear the inner turmoil inside of Hangman's brain, but thankfully, he takes your orders. "Copy Swan Song, stay safe." You watch Hangman speed away and you smile gratefully, but pull your focus back on the enemy planes. They're both flanking you, one on each side, trying to gun you down. Spinning and diving, you're able to evade the gunfire and flare down the missiles. You look at your weapons count and see just one more missile. "Shit," you mutter, "fuck." You breathe deeply and line up the last missile, aiming for the plane on your right side. For the entire time, it's been the most aggressive, leaving you to believe it had the best shot. So, you navigated your jet, lined up your target, and fired. The missile lodged itself into the jet and erupted the aircraft into flames." Smiling a wistful smile, your gaze turned back to the other jet. You saw it, lining up the missile – of which it still had several left. You were top of your class, a pilot never to be messed with. The top one percent, the best of the best. You could wrangle your way out of any situation and come back with a confident and cocky smile on your face, ready to preen in front of your squadmates. And right now, all you could do was breathe, close your eyes, and wait for the shot to come. Targeted, aimed, fired. Bradley's P.O.V.
Bradley and Maverick had, somehow, managed to enter and take control of an old F-14, fueling it and leading it to the runway. The exact runway which their own high speed missiles had destroyed. Shit, he thought as his pilot started to speed up. "Mav, this is a taxiway. Not a runway. This is a very short, taxiway Mav!" He expresses, panic and worry clearly weaving their way into his words. "You just hang in there kid," Maverick says, speeding up the jet. "Holy shit," Bradley yells, his head hitting the back of his seat and his hands moving to brace himself. "C'mon Mav, c'mon," Mav says as his jet is nearing the wall in front of them, trying to get up to the speed he needs in order to take air. Bradley peers over the back of the pilot's seat to see the front view, finding the wall nearing them way more quickly than he would've preferred. "Mav," He warns. "C'mon, c'mon!" The pilot grits out. "Mav!" "Here we go!" And just like that, Maverick raises the yoke, taking air. "Holy shit," Rooster breathes, steadying his body as they lose the wheels, courtesy of that damn wall. Thankfully, they are steady in the air, which allows him to turn his flight signal back on. "Okay Rooster, get us in touch with the boat." "I'm working on it," Bradley says as he scans the controls. "Radio's out, no radar… everything's dead." He tries flicking a couple of switches but nothing comes alive. "What do I do, talk me through it." "First the radio," Maverick instructs, "through the, uh, UHF II circuit breaker, try that." Bradley sighs as he looks at the array of breakers. "There's 300 breakers back here, anything more specific?" "I dunno, that was your dad's department."
"I'll figure it out." He goes down to look at a couple more breakers, then looks to the left. That's when he sees two enemy aircrafts. "Mav, tally two, five o'clock." Both men set their sites on the aircraft, Mav's face clearly thinking through their options. "What do we do?" "Okay listen," Mav says, adjusting his flight path, "just be cool. If they knew who we were we'd be dead already." "Yeah? Here they come." Both enemy jets fall into a pattern behind theirs, one pulling more ahead of the other. "What's your plan?" "Let's get your mask up. Remember, we're on the same team. Just wave and, uh, smile. Just wave and smile." They both could clearly see the enemy pilot as he pulled his jet next to Mav and Rooster's, the other pilot turning his head to see who was flying. Mav raised his hand and did a sequence of symbols, hoping to anything that they made some semblance of sense. The other pilot did a couple signals back. "What's that signal, what's he saying?" Rooster asked, keeping his voice level. "Yeah, no idea. I have no idea what he's saying." The enemy pilot then started holding up a sequence of numbers on his fingers. "What about that one, any ideas?" "I've never seen that one either." After a few more signals that Mav gives, the enemy fades to the right, assuming an attack formation. Clearly, his hand signals didn't meet their criteria. "Shit," he mumbles. "His wingman is moving into weapons envelope. Alright, listen up. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head." Bradley looks around and up and spots them. "That's the ejection handle." "Mav, can we outrun these guys?" "Not their missiles and guns." Captain Mitchell says, his voice taking on a sullen tone. "Then it's a dog fight." "An F14? Against 5th generation fighters?" "It's not the plane," Bradley says, echoing Mav's words from before, "it's the pilot. You'd go after him if I wasn't here." Rooster's words touch a place deep in Maverick's heart, thinking of his late best friend's son. The little boy who would swing his legs on top of the piano, the one who got so excited when his father and godfather got him model planes to play with. The same boy, who was now a man, acting as his WSO. "But you are here." Maverick states. "Come one Mav," Rooster implores, "don't think. Just do." With the words that Bradley parroted back, the pilot takes a deep breath and waits. Their jet gets jerked into motion, and just like that, they're in a dog fight. It's intense as their plane enters combat with two enemies. They have to draw them into the chasm, confuse their targeting system, and try to dodge their gunfire all at the same time. Maneuvering behind the plane by pulling the same move he did to protect Rooster the first time, Maverick and Rooster find themselves behind the enemy plane, now firing at them. Thankfully, they're able to gun him down and cause his plane to slam into the mountains. "Yes, smash hit!" Rooster exclaims. They're now out from being on top of terrain to now flying atop the seas. Now that he has the time, Bradley fiddles some more with the controls, one such booting up the radio. "Mav, I got the radio on!" "Outstanding, get us in touch with the boat!" "Copy that!" However, their excitement was short lived as the F14's sensors blared, indicating an enemy plane. "Oh my god," Mav whispers, trying to turn his head to see where the enemy was. "Where the hell is this guy?!" Rooster exclaims, doing the same. That's when Maverick focuses up. "He's on our nose." The duo realizes they have very little options left to pursue. No more ammo, little to no flares, and no missiles. They evaded the first missile, by shooting what was left of their flares, leaving them completely and utterly vulnerable. The jet comes back around firing at Rooster and Mav with their unseemingly limited ammo, closing the window of hope both pilots previously had. They were taking hits after hits, shortening the jet's lifespan. "We can't outrun this guy, we've gotta eject. "What?" "We need altitude, move the ejection handles the second I tell you." "Mav, wait!"
"There's no other way!" Mav flies straight up, trying to gain as much altitude as fast as he can. Finally, they were at the correct height. "EJECT, EJECT!" Rooster moves to tug the ejection handles, but they're stuck. "ROOSTER, PULL THE HANDLE, EJECT!" Maverick yells, panic clear in his voice. "IT'S NOT WORKING!" With the added time of not ejecting, the enemy gains ground and is right behind them, moments away from finding its perfect trajectory. "MAV!" Rooster exclaims, breathing getting harder now. "I'm sorry," Mav whispers, "I'm sorry Goose." The enemy plane lines up and situates itself to take the shot. Bradley can't stop his mind from spinning, latching onto any thoughts to try and keep him grounded. But in a moment like this? All he could think of was you. Your smile, your laugh. He holds onto that memory of you singing Celine Dion in his Bronco like it's his life force, and nothing else matters, because he's about to die. A missile is fired and all Bradley could say was your name and brace himself for the hit… but it never comes. Whipping his head around, he sees a familiar looking F18 fly through the eruption of the enemy jet. "Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing." Rooster lets out a laugh and leans his head back in relief. "Hey Hangman! You look good!" Rooster chirps, earning a nod from his savior. "I am good Rooster. I'm very good." Hangman says, ego leaking into his words. Finally, he pulls away from the duo's jet. "I'll see you back on deck." The two can only sigh in relief as they manage to land their jet and celebrate with everyone. Rooster gives Phoenix a hug and shakes Hangman's hand, all the while receiving pats on the back from the rest of his squadmates. He liked seeing them, he really did, but there was only one person he wanted to see. He looked around, trying to find any traces of you. Your helmet, your Y/H/C hair, anything. Phoenix saw his gaze and frowned, her mouth pressing into a hard line. "Rooster," she says, her voice less jovial than it previously was. He turned to her immediately, searching her face for any kind of emotion. His heart lurched when he saw a saddened one. "Don't… don't say it." He warns as she walks him away from the crowd. Phoenix pauses with him inside of a hallway, an intersection between the medbay and the dorms. "She's not dead." Bradley shudders a deep breath and falls against the hall's wall. His hands are shaking and he can barely even stand. "They had to launch a reconnaissance mission. She went with Hangman to rescue you and Mav and they encountered enemy aircraft." Bradley tries to keep his breathing even but dammit, it's hard. His legs give out and he collapses to the floor. Phoenix moves to sit beside him. "One went after Hangman, two after Swan. Hangman was able to get rid of his and Swan, she… she sent him away to get you two. To ensure your safety." Rooster but his head between his knees and tried to focus on the present. She's alive, he reminded himself, she's alive, she's alive, she's alive. "She was able to take one of them down but she was out of weapons. The enemy fired a missile, but since she's Swan," Natasha said, laughing a bit, "she was able to have the missile just hit one of the wings and eject. Her signal stayed, so we were able to find her. She was floating on her back and unconscious. Broken ribs, bruised, but overall… okay." "Has she woken up?" Bradley asked, his voice dull and void of happiness. Phoenix breathed deeply. "No. But the docs say that she should make a full recovery. Nothing worrying is stopping her from waking up, it's most likely from exhaustion." Rooster nods at Phoenix's words and holds his head back up. "Can I see her?" Phoenix looks at him, seeing the tears that are actively falling down his cheeks, and gives him a patient smile. "Yeah of course." She stands up, lending Rooster a hand. He takes it and smoothes out his flight suit, staring at the medbay door. "Oh, and Rooster?" She says, Rooster turning around to hear what she had to say. "We'll see you at the Hard Deck tomorrow night for drinks, right? Can't let Hangman have all the glory." Rooster manages a sort of smile. "Yeah." Natasha gives him a wave before starting back down the hallway towards the crowd and Rooster turns back towards the doors. With a deep breath, he pushes the doors open. And there's you. Lying on your back in a makeshift hospital gown. There's bandages wrapped around your torso and an oxygen mask on your mouth helping you breathe, and on your finger, a heartbeat monitor. He walks so slowly over to you, as if you were a deer he was trying not to spook. There was a chair next to your cot which he took, holding your hand the second he could. "I'm sorry if I made you worry," he croaked, sniffling up as many tears as he could. "And I'm sorry you had to come after me. But I'm so glad you're okay." He cried, moving to press a kiss to your forehead. "Mav and I had to steal a plane," he laughed through tears, "and I had to try and figure out all the switches. I don't know how my dad remembered all that shit, but I understand why he enjoyed flying with Mav." For the entire rest of the day, Bradley sat by your side, rubbing your hand and talking to you. He would sing quietly, report findings from the mission, and even read the front page of the newspaper where both yours and his names were highlighted. Eventually, though, day turned to night and he had to leave. "I love you, you hear me? And I'm already planning that date – two weeks from today. So, you better wake up before then, okay?" Bradley pressed one final kiss to your forehead. That's when he felt you squeeze his fingers. His eyes locked onto his hand and then to your face. Your eyes weren't open, but he knew you were still there. And that was enough for him.The Hard Deck the night after the mission was packed as everyone unloaded from the carrier and headed straight towards the drinks. Rooster was in high spirits. He had completed the mission, was now highly honored, and most of all, the love of his life was on the mend and recovering. Sitting on the piano bench, Bradley played song after song, taking any and all requests from his friends. It finally got to a point where the evening was winding down, but everyone was reluctant to go home, leaving Penny exasperated. "Alright Rooster, you got one more song in your repertoire?" She shouted, getting a nod from the man. "Always, Penny!" "Then serenade you and your company out, will you? Bar closes in three." Bradley laughed and nodded, immediately going to his failsafe. The first few notes of Great Balls of Fire began, the crowd hooting and hollering. You took measured steps off of Mav's motorcycle, throwing him a grateful grin. "Thanks Mav, I know it's pretty late, but I wanted to see everyone as soon as possible." The older man nods and smiles, giving you a light pat on the shoulder. "I did have to pull a few strings to allow you to leave 10 minutes after you woke up," You rolled your eyes and smiled, "but of course I'd get you here." You wave goodbye and start to step up the stairs until you hear Bradley's singing. You grin and can't help the tears welling. "Thank you, Captain Mitchell. For everything." You say breathlessly. "See you at base, Swan Song." As Mav motors away, you push open the doors to see Bradley at the piano, everyone around him singing. It was like the scene you were dragged to at the very beginning of the month, where Rooster snapped and threw nasty words in your face. This time, though, you were sure he would have a different reaction. Bradley played the final notes of the song, slamming the chords and chirping out one last "Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!" Cheers were heard around the bar as well as clapping, but that all died down rather quickly. Seeing your opening, you took a deep breath. "Hey Rooster, you big stud!" You yelled, leaning in the doorway with your arms crossed. You watch as he stands up instantly, knocking the piano bench back as he looks around wildly for where you were. Finally, he meets your gaze and his entire face softens, but sports a giddy smile. "That's me, honey!" You blush but maintain your confident smile. "Take me to bed or lose me forever!" Quickly, Rooster walks towards you, stopping just a few paces from the door. "Show me the way home, honey!" Cheers and whoops are heard across the room as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you hard. You laugh and smile into the kiss, deepening it and kicking your legs up as he holds your waist, careful not to hurt your ribs. It's everything you've ever wanted. Your friends surround you, laughing and cheering as they celebrate the success of the mission you were a part of. You were in Bradley's arms, him kissing you with all the love he could hold in his heart. Your future is in front of you, so very tangible. He sets you down and presses one more kiss to your lips. "Birds of a feather, Swan Song?" He poses, making you simper and smack another kiss to his lips. "Always, Rooster. Always and forever."
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Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Mentions of Injury, Angst, Cursing, and FLUFF <3 Summary: It's finally mission day and both you and Rooster are nervous. The mission is smooth until it's not and both you and him are put in danger, resulting in quick decisions that will decide if you live or die to see the future you and Bradley Bradshaw both desperately crave. A/N: The final part!! OMG this took me very long to write and research and plan and… wow I just can't believe it's done! Thank you so much to everyone who supported this series - it was my very first time writing both for Rooster and for Top Gun, so the support as been overwhelming and so special to me. You are who encouraged me to write this and make it the best it can be. I hope you all enjoy the final installment! <3, Songbird Word Count: 7.6K An austere mood graced the hangar nowadays. You had been informed that, not only was the mission moved up so that it was in less than a week, but Captain Mitchell was no longer your instructor. It had happened after Coyote attempted the direct climb after the missile was dropped and up the coffin. He lost consciousness, needing Phoenix to wake him up and talk him through ejecting with little time left to spare. It was unbelievably scary, watching Coyote's jet spin without a pilot guiding it. Thankfully, he was able to eject safely and only needed a night's observation in the med bay. Now, though, Admiral Simpson was in charge of your little flock. "Alright. We are imposing a new height ceiling and increasing the time to four minutes." His statement shocks everyone, making you look at Phoenix, Fanboy, and then turn in your seat to find Rooster's gaze. His holds the same expression you have – complete and utter confusion. "But, sir, there's no way we can have those parameters and come out alive. If we raise the ceiling then the SAMs will find us and if we increase the time then their patrol will be on us before we can fly out of the coffin." Rooster says, shifting in his seat. The admiral's lack of response says everything to the lot of you. He wasn't planning for those flying to come back. Instead, he shifts gears. "I want everyone up with new assignments. Hangman, your wingman will be Swan Song, WSO Fanboy. Rooster, your wingman will be Phoenix, WSO Bob." You nodded and gathered your things, the rest of your group following suit. That is, until a slight blinking dot on the radar registered. "What is that." The admiral says, more like a threat than a statement. "No one is supposed to be in the air right now." Admiral Solomon says, his eyes narrowing on the little blinking dot. You try to analyze the flight pattern, but Hangman beats you to it. "It's Maverick. He's doing the course." He says, sitting up in his chair and leaning forward. The focus of the entire room is now on that blinking dot, watching it navigate the pre-designed course at Mav's desired height ceiling and speed. All he had to do was nail the missile. You're holding your breath, watching as Mav nears the time limit, a camera aimed directly at the target. "C'mon, hit it. Hit it, hit it, hit it." You murmur. Finally, Maverick's jet flies right over the target, landing the missile perfectly. "Bullseye, holy shit." Coyote exclaims. "He did it." Phoenix says, astonishment in her tone. Cheers and whoops echoed through the room, excitement fueling your nerves. Vice Admiral Simpson mutters something inaudible and turns in his step. "No one is to leave this room until we reconvene." He finally says, addressing the lot of you. He leaves the room with Rear Admiral Solomon in toe, shutting the door. "I can't believe he did it. He did it without another plane aiding his trajectory." You marvel, shaking your head in shock. "I wonder what's gonna happen with him, though." Phoenix comments. "I mean, he technically stole a plane to do that." "But he demonstrated that this mission was possible with the parameters he set up." Rooster intervened. "That's gotta mean something to them." Similar agreeing sentiments spread throughout the hangar like wildfire. Phoenix leaves your side to go talk to Bob, and in her place, Rooster takes the chair next to you. "Hey," he says. "Hey." you mimicked, barely able to meet his eyes without a blush taking form across your cheeks. "I think we should talk about last night." He states, instantly making you sweat. You nod and swallow the lump in your throat, wacking on a smile. "Yeah, uhm, sure." You spout quickly, a nagging feeling of your knee bouncing entering your peripheral. Instantly, Rooster spots it and lets his palm settle on the top of your kneecap, effectively nulling the movement. "Swan," he whispers, "I want you to know and get this out of the way first; I love you. Always have, always will." And just like that, you're a puddle of goo in his presence. "Yeah, me too." you mumble. "Love you, I mean. I love you too." Bradley chuckles a bit and holds your hand underneath the table. "When we're done with this mission, I wanna take you out. Like on a real date." At that, you scrunch your eyebrows a bit. "Wait, what?" "Look, if we're going to do this, we're doing this the right way. I'm gonna take you out to one of those Italian restaurants. Not a chain, like the real deal with candlesticks and wine and a live jazz band." "Rooster," you laughed, "you don't like Italian." Bradley gave you a wistful smile. "Yeah, but it's where my dad took my mom on their first date." A certain kind of sadness fills your pupils. "Okay. You can take me out to an authentic Italian restaurant." You agreed. If there were no one else in the room, you were sure that he would've leaned forward and given you a kiss, but instead, he just looked at you – utterly lovesick. Eventually, the Rear Admiral made his way back to your group, dismissing you all and instructing that you meet back on the hard deck within 30 minutes. Of course, that sent you to the locker room to don your flight suit and pack, but all you could think about was replaying the memories of the morning. Waking up in Bradley's arms was probably the closest thing you'd ever feel to pure, undiluted happiness. Your head raised and lowered as he took long and big breaths, deep in sleep. You woke up first, your natural clock chiming in your ears before his alarm went off. You took that time, though, to admire his features. His eyelids weren't creased and his face wasn't scrunched in worry. His mouth was partially open, breathing measured breaths that moved the hairs of his mustache ever so slightly.Bradley's arms were still locked around your hips, his legs tangled with yours. You move one of your hands so that it just barely touches his face and push yourself up, just high enough so that you could press a kiss to his lips. You feel him stir and wake, his eyes barely peeking open but his grip around your waist tightening. He tugs a bit on your bottom lip before the two of you part, causing a grin to cross his cheeks. "Not a bad way to wake up," he says, his voice gravelly and hoarse from sleep. You hum in agreement, pressing another kiss onto the corner of his mouth. "I should probably go knock on Phoenix's door and get my keys back." You whisper, placing another soft kiss on his check. Bradley lets out an exaggerated sigh and, in one fluid motion, flips the two of you so you are against his mattress and he's above you. "I dunno, you should probably stay here for a bit longer." He murmurs, gently peppering kisses over your face, neck, and lips. You giggle but manage to push him away, standing up. "I'll see you in the hangar," you tell him, gathering your clothes from yesterday and bundling them up. "One last thing." He says, motioning with his finger for you to walk back over to him. You humor Bradley, leaning down so that you're eye-level. "What's that," you inquire, spotting a playful look in his gaze. He tugs the material of yours, well, his shirt so that you're inches from his face. "I adore you." He professed, giving you a hard, quick kiss. It left you feeling dizzy as all you could do was grin and return the gesture, making your way out of his door as he watched you leave. Phoenix, thank god was none the wiser as to what had occurred – taking your explanation of sleeping over at The Hard Deck with permission of Penny easily. You got the keys to your room almost instantly, but took your time walking back. If every morning waking up next to Rooster was like that, you never wanted to be alone in your bed again. You almost went back to his dorm, trying to squeeze in a couple more minutes before your actual day got started, but opted to just go back to your own. The weeks up ahead of you were not to be trifled with, pivotal in deciding which pilots got picked for the mission. So, you unlocked your door, fell onto your springy cot facing the ceiling, and relished in the feel of Bradley's shirt until your annoying alarm clock brought you out of dreamland and into the skies. It was a welcome sight, seeing Mav in the room, but it made everything all the more… real. You had only one day before the mission and things were getting down to the wire. Tensions were rising, nerves were getting frayed, and there had been little time to spend with those you wanted to spend time with. This, though, was where having Bradley being a coworker worked in your favor – both of you understood that, right now, your priority was to this mission – not to each other. As you walked into the meeting room with Fanboy at your side, you gave him a nod. "Whatever happens, whether we get picked or not," you start, "it's been great flying with you." Fanboy gives you a grin and a side hug. "Same sentiments over here… but we're gonna get picked." With a grin and a high five, you make your way to your seats. Maverick, for a change, is already standing there rather than coming in a bit later. A silence settles across the room as you all hold your breath in anticipation of what comes next. "Before I get started, I want to say what a pleasure it has been flying with you all for these past couple of weeks. You have shown me what it truly means to be an instructor at Top Gun, teaching the best of the best." Mav looks each and every one of you in the eye. "As you have already been informed, I will be the strike team lead for this mission, also known as Dagger 1. Flying behind me will be Phoenix, WSO Bob." Beside you, Phoenix flashed Bob a grin and earned a secret high five beneath the table from you. "Dagger 2," he begins, making you clench your fists in anticipation, "will be Rooster. Flying behind him will be Swan Song, WSO Fanboy." You do everything you can to stay composed and calm, but the gleam in your eyes says everything. "The rest of you will be on standby, Hangman as first alternate. It is imperative you are well-rested and your mind is ready for tomorrow. We will meet at 8:30 a.m. sharp on the tarmac, suited up and ready for take off at 8:40 a.m.. Keep in mind we are also boarding the carrier in one hour – bring everything you deem necessary. I'll see you there." Without another word, Mav grabs the clipboard he came in with and walks outside. You turn around towards Rooster, expecting a confident and happy smile on his face, only to see a somber expression. "Rooster?" You ask, "What's the matter?" His gaze flickers up towards you, something serious swimming in his eyes. "So many things can go wrong–" "But they won't. Captain Mitchell chose you for a reason. He believes that you're the best person for the job." Rooster dips his head in a sign of acceptance and gathers his things. "I'll see you on the carrier." Flashing you one last smile, albeit uncertain, he walks out. Seeing your confused expression, Phoenix hooks your arm through hers and stands the both of you up. "C'mon, let's go pack." "I guess I just don't understand why he isn't more excited." You frown, sitting crossed legged on Phoenix's cot watching her fold up her sports bra, deodorant, and her lucky necklace. "Y/N, c'mon. Really?" "'Tasha, if I knew I wouldn't be complaining about it." Huffing, you shoot her a sort of glare. "He's not just worried about himself, he's worried about you too. If he messes up, that means you're at the liberty of that mistake." "He shouldn't be worried about that. He can't be worried about that. If that's what's on his mind as we're flying, it's gonna get in his head and he will mess up." Phoenix cinched the little drawstring bag she was bringing and nudged the small duffel that held all of your clothes. You got the message, swinging the bag over your shoulder and walking with her towards the coast, ready to board the aircraft carrier. It's a long process, the whole boarding and leaving the port. There's something about the sea that is just so calming though, the harsh waves that lap up against the sides of the carrier but doing very little to budge it. It's turning dark quickly, signaling to all the aviators that it was most definitely bedtime. You're swinging your legs as you sit on your cot, cracking your knuckles and thinking way too much. About the mission, about the part you play in it, and about Bradley. Unlike what he had said earlier, you hadn't seen him at all. The last thing you heard was that he was holed up in his dorm, talking to Mav about something, sleeping. It then occurred to you that he hadn't made himself available to see you. Getting more fed up by the minute, you stand, make your way towards your door but it swings open before you get the chance to even touch the handle. Bradley's there, in the middle of the door frame before he slams it shut. His expression is unreadable but you can tell that he's nervous. About what? You're unsure. "Rooster–" "You have to promise me you won't do anything stupid tomorrow. I can't, I can't–" His hands are shaking as they cup your face. "I can't fly without you promising me that." You open your mouth but words don't manage to form. His face crumbles and you see the tears in his eyes. "Y/N, sweetheart, please. Just say it." You shake your head as you hold his hands with yours. "Bradley, I can't do that. This is my job and it's yours as well. We both know that nothing's promised in our line of work." "I know, and I know you're the best damn pilot I've ever met but tomorrow is…" "The mission of our lives." You finish his sentence and move to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. "And after we're done," you murmur, "we're gonna go out on that date and you and I are going to eat pasta and drink wine and share tiramisu." "I don't like tiramisu," he jokes, making you let out a weepy laugh. "Yeah, well," you sniff, "you're gonna have some anyways, right?" You feel him nodding his head against your hair. Eventually, he pulls away so you can see his face, his cheeks tearstained. "I love you." He whispers, brushing his lips softly up against yours. "See you in the morning." "Hey Bradley?" You lilt, stopping him in his tracks. "I've always got your back." Smiling, he gives you one last glance before he shuts the door on both your interaction and the evening. It was easy falling asleep after that, but morning came all too early, and with it, the mission. All you could do was go through the motions. Take your sleep shirt and shorts off. Put on your sports bra. Step into the legs and sleeves of your flight suit. Gel your hair back into a regulation bun. Step into your shoes. Fix yourself with a neutral stare in the mirror. This was it. Walking to the tarmac, you checked in with several people. Your admirals, instructors, the radio team. All of them gave you the clearance to situate your navy blue helmet with the white and gold feather accents onto your head, buckling it underneath your chin. Fanboy was already at your jet, checking on the fuel levels and the fitness of it. "She's all ready to go," he says, giving you a confident look. You nod and keep your face measured. "Let's do this." Stepping up into your jet, you spot Rooster right beside you, stepping up on a ladder and hoisting himself into his jet. You see the writing underneath the window, his Call Sign listed. You wait for him to catch your eye, and when he does, you give him a thumbs up. He throws one back to you as you fit the oxygen mask over your mouth. You do a breath test, making sure that everything is working alright before you check in with your WSO. "Fanboy, everything in working order?" You say, hearing your voice through your radio system. "Ready for takeoff." He informs. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath. "Swan Song, ready for takeoff." You say, now switching the comms to communicate with the other jets and the radio tower. "Copy that Swan Song. All jets ready, begin launching." The radio team says, their voice crackly. You see Mav's jet line up and launch, barreling off the carrier at 170 mph. Next is Phoenix and Bob. Then Rooster. And finally, you're pushing that lever forward and you feel the rush of 8 Gs on your body as you launch. Once you're in the air, you feel good. The formation is correct and you're on track to reach the target within the next 10 minutes. It's silent in the air, just the beeping of your comms. The ocean is so incredibly blue and the sky is a perfect morning with no clouds in the sky. On a morning like this, you would've liked to do some flight tests or even doing another round of 200 pushups for 'dying' by Maverick. "Land in sight, ready for missiles." You hear your strike team leader's voice. "Copy that Maverick, launching high speed missiles." The radio team communicates back. It only takes a couple of moments for the missiles to launch and speed in front of you, aiming directly for the enemy's tarmac runway. "Well, if they didn't know we were coming, they do now." You mutter, accelerating a little bit more as you see the other jets are moving a bit quicker now. Soon enough, you're just one minute away from the valley where all of your training should, and needs to, pay off. "Assume Dagger formation." Mav says, pulling his F18 in front with Phoenix gliding right behind him. You hang back a bit, watching Rooster slot into place with you a few lengths behind him. "Alright timer starts… now." And just like that, you're off. Mav increases his speed to 9 Gs, flying through the sharp edges of the mountains. You notice Rooster speeding up as well, but not nearly enough. "Rooster, we need to speed up." You say, keeping your eyes on the tail of your wingman's jet. It's like your message falls null on his ears. "Fanboy, comms are still on?" "That's a positive, Swan." he reports. Clenching your teeth, you grip the yoke harder. "Dagger 2 you must speed up," the radio team cuts in. Still, you hear nothing from him. "Rooster, don't think just do. C'mon kid," Maverick urged. "Rooster, we have to speed up!" You yell. With both yours and Mav's words, it flips a switch in his brain. All of a sudden, his jet speeds in front of yours, barrelling at a much faster speed than was required. "Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!" You yelp, scrambling to increase your own speed so you could stay on formation "Dagger 2 has re-engaged!" The radio team remarks. It takes a while to wind along the curves, already hearing that Mav had hit his target and was climbing out of the coffin now. Finally, you're doing the sharp inverted dive over the cliffside. Your breathing gets heavy but it mellows when you finally flip towards the correct side. "Lining up the target, Rooster" You say, angling your jet so that Fanboy could direct the kill. But, for some reason, it wasn't working. "I-it's not working! System's busted, I can't – I dunno what's going on!" Fanboy yells, your eyes growing wide. "Taking the shot," you hear Bradley say. "Wha- Rooster wait just three more seconds!" You exclaim, trying your best to keep the jet on target while Fanboy tries to work out the problem. "Dropping the missile in 3…2…1!" You hear Rooster say, taking the shot and speeding away and up the coffin with you on his tail. The pressure on your lungs is intense as you climb. Practices prepared you for this very part, but you were still trying to hold onto your bearings to remain conscious. In the background you heard the seismic boom of the target blowing up and the "hit, hit, hit, hit!" of the radio team celebrating. Your vision is fading quickly as you near the end of your ascent, but you're able to level out before darkness consumes your eyesight. You breathe deeply as Fanboy shouts a celebratory "Hell yeah!" and turn to follow Rooster, who's near Mav and Phoenix now. But just as your strike team leader had cautioned, you are in no way out of the woods yet. One by one, you hear the SAMs fire and lock onto you and your team's jets, and of course, it all devolves into a frenzy. You're spinning and gliding, breaking left and right in order to avoid collision. Covering for one another is the only way to survive an attack like this, so the four jets start weaving patterns to both evade missiles and shoot others down. At long last, all of the SAMs are gone, but now the true fight begins. Enemy jets are on your tail in a matter of seconds, firing their own missiles and guns at your own aircraft, engaging in a dog fight. "This is gonna be a bumpy ride Fanboy, you just gotta hold on!" You shout, white-knuckling the yoke and jerking it all the way to the left. It's a miracle that you're able to avoid the missile from the oncoming enemy and shoot it down. Breathing a sigh of relief, you try and listen in on what's happening. But that's when your stomach drops. "I'm outta flares!" Rooster shouts as you see his own jet try to evade an oncoming missile. But the weapon is getting close, way too close. "No, no, no, no…" you mutter. And, in a split second, Mav puts on the brakes to let Rooster in front of him, taking the missile to his own jet. "NO!" You hear Rooster yell, pain evident in his voice as he watches Captain Mitchell's plane go down. "I gotta head back for him," his voice is so hoarse now. You flew in shock, following Phoenix's tail now with Rooster by your side. "That's a negative Dagger 2. All aircraft must return to the carrier." It's quiet, so quiet for a moment, as you fly over the snow capped mountains and hills, finding your way back to the ocean. No one talks, no one dares utter a word as you fly home without your captain. A beeping noise makes its way onto your radar, capturing your attention. Where you see three little green dots, one is breaking off of formation and heading back. With Phoenix staying on your left, that only leaves one other option. "Rooster," you breathe, voice wobbly, "what are you doing?" "I've gotta go back," is all he says before switching off his comms. "ROOSTER!" You yell, tears working their way into your eyes. In a heartbeat, you would've gone with him. Had your fuel levels not been so low because of the extra weight your jet was carrying. Had there not been Fanboy who was in your hands whether he lives or dies. You gasp, struggling to breathe as you keep your jet en route, watching that little green dot fade and fade until finally, it's off.You land your jet onto the carrier, and as soon as possible, launch yourself out of it to run towards the comms tower. There are barricades of people there but you push and shove enough that, eventually, you're inside. To your shock, Hangman was there as well, yelling and shouting at the rest of the team. "Just send me out in a damn jet!" He yells, held back by two officers. "We can't do that son," the vice admiral says, causing a look of rage to consume Seresin's face. "You're just gonna let them die out there?!" "What happened?!" You interrupt the two, your voice reverberating off the walls of the room. The vice admiral says nothing, just making Hangman shake his head. "Rooster's signal went out. His jet got shot down." No reaction is given from you. Your body stays completely still, your face one of indifference as every gaze in the room is turned towards you. And then, panic. Your knees buckle and fall to the ground, Hangman immediately coming to your side and helping you back up. "Wha, what do you mean his signal's out, it just went out?!" Murmurs echo but no one gives you a straight answer. But your mind is already made up, you just had to distract the officers long enough. "Hangman, can you…" you swallow, "can you help me back to the common rooms?" Seresin nods. "Yeah," he says softly, "Yeah of course." The two of you make it down the stairs and towards the hallway that splits off between the tarmac and the common room. You stop, causing Hangman to fumble a bit at the abrupt movement. "Swan Song?" He queries, a confused glint in his eye. "If you're going, I'm going to. You'll need a wingman up there." Instantly, he catches on. A smug grin crosses his face. "And here I thought you could never break the rules." Holding up a hand, you clasp it, high fiving and holding on to it. "No backing out. You grab your F18 and I'll grab Coyote's." Jake scoffs, folding his arms. "Like Coyote's gonna agree to you essentially stealing his jet." "Coyote agrees," you turn to find Coyote standing behind the two of you. "Just try not to scratch her up too much, 'kay?" You give him a reassuring nod and glance back to Jake. "Let's do this." It takes a little bit of stealth skills to get onto the tarmac and steal the jets, but once you're in, you and Hangman fire up the planes and are off, into the skies and racing towards where Rooster and Mav were, most likely, trying to find a way to get back… if they were even still alive. That reality hits you deep in the gut as you follow Hangman. Rooster may not even be alive. The last time you would've heard from him was up in the skies as he turned around where you couldn't follow. "Alright Swan, we're almost there– oh holy shit!" Hangman's words get cut off as both of your jets are rocked by three enemy planes. "Why are they here?!" You shout, maneuvering your jet out of the way as two of them engage you in a dogfight. "They should not know we're here!" Hangman is able to twist out of the way of his pursuer, firing back with his guns and taking the plane down. There was no parachute that ballooned up, effectively informing you of that pilot's fate. You, however, were in a less than favorable predicament. "Swan Song, I got your left–" "No!" You exclaim, navigating your jet and firing at your enemies. "Go to Rooster and Mav, they need you right now! I won't be able to break away, you go!" "Swan Song, I'm your wingman, I gotta stay–" "This is me," you grit out, narrowly missing an oncoming missile and firing a flare to destroy it, "relieving you of your wingman duties. Now go, or I swear to god I will kill you." You yell. You can almost hear the inner turmoil inside of Hangman's brain, but thankfully, he takes your orders. "Copy Swan Song, stay safe." You watch Hangman speed away and you smile gratefully, but pull your focus back on the enemy planes. They're both flanking you, one on each side, trying to gun you down. Spinning and diving, you're able to evade the gunfire and flare down the missiles. You look at your weapons count and see just one more missile. "Shit," you mutter, "fuck." You breathe deeply and line up the last missile, aiming for the plane on your right side. For the entire time, it's been the most aggressive, leaving you to believe it had the best shot. So, you navigated your jet, lined up your target, and fired. The missile lodged itself into the jet and erupted the aircraft into flames." Smiling a wistful smile, your gaze turned back to the other jet. You saw it, lining up the missile – of which it still had several left. You were top of your class, a pilot never to be messed with. The top one percent, the best of the best. You could wrangle your way out of any situation and come back with a confident and cocky smile on your face, ready to preen in front of your squadmates. And right now, all you could do was breathe, close your eyes, and wait for the shot to come. Targeted, aimed, fired. Bradley's P.O.V.
Bradley and Maverick had, somehow, managed to enter and take control of an old F-14, fueling it and leading it to the runway. The exact runway which their own high speed missiles had destroyed. Shit, he thought as his pilot started to speed up. "Mav, this is a taxiway. Not a runway. This is a very short, taxiway Mav!" He expresses, panic and worry clearly weaving their way into his words. "You just hang in there kid," Maverick says, speeding up the jet. "Holy shit," Bradley yells, his head hitting the back of his seat and his hands moving to brace himself. "C'mon Mav, c'mon," Mav says as his jet is nearing the wall in front of them, trying to get up to the speed he needs in order to take air. Bradley peers over the back of the pilot's seat to see the front view, finding the wall nearing them way more quickly than he would've preferred. "Mav," He warns. "C'mon, c'mon!" The pilot grits out. "Mav!" "Here we go!" And just like that, Maverick raises the yoke, taking air. "Holy shit," Rooster breathes, steadying his body as they lose the wheels, courtesy of that damn wall. Thankfully, they are steady in the air, which allows him to turn his flight signal back on. "Okay Rooster, get us in touch with the boat." "I'm working on it," Bradley says as he scans the controls. "Radio's out, no radar… everything's dead." He tries flicking a couple of switches but nothing comes alive. "What do I do, talk me through it." "First the radio," Maverick instructs, "through the, uh, UHF II circuit breaker, try that." Bradley sighs as he looks at the array of breakers. "There's 300 breakers back here, anything more specific?" "I dunno, that was your dad's department."
"I'll figure it out." He goes down to look at a couple more breakers, then looks to the left. That's when he sees two enemy aircrafts. "Mav, tally two, five o'clock." Both men set their sites on the aircraft, Mav's face clearly thinking through their options. "What do we do?" "Okay listen," Mav says, adjusting his flight path, "just be cool. If they knew who we were we'd be dead already." "Yeah? Here they come." Both enemy jets fall into a pattern behind theirs, one pulling more ahead of the other. "What's your plan?" "Let's get your mask up. Remember, we're on the same team. Just wave and, uh, smile. Just wave and smile." They both could clearly see the enemy pilot as he pulled his jet next to Mav and Rooster's, the other pilot turning his head to see who was flying. Mav raised his hand and did a sequence of symbols, hoping to anything that they made some semblance of sense. The other pilot did a couple signals back. "What's that signal, what's he saying?" Rooster asked, keeping his voice level. "Yeah, no idea. I have no idea what he's saying." The enemy pilot then started holding up a sequence of numbers on his fingers. "What about that one, any ideas?" "I've never seen that one either." After a few more signals that Mav gives, the enemy fades to the right, assuming an attack formation. Clearly, his hand signals didn't meet their criteria. "Shit," he mumbles. "His wingman is moving into weapons envelope. Alright, listen up. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head." Bradley looks around and up and spots them. "That's the ejection handle." "Mav, can we outrun these guys?" "Not their missiles and guns." Captain Mitchell says, his voice taking on a sullen tone. "Then it's a dog fight." "An F14? Against 5th generation fighters?" "It's not the plane," Bradley says, echoing Mav's words from before, "it's the pilot. You'd go after him if I wasn't here." Rooster's words touch a place deep in Maverick's heart, thinking of his late best friend's son. The little boy who would swing his legs on top of the piano, the one who got so excited when his father and godfather got him model planes to play with. The same boy, who was now a man, acting as his WSO. "But you are here." Maverick states. "Come one Mav," Rooster implores, "don't think. Just do." With the words that Bradley parroted back, the pilot takes a deep breath and waits. Their jet gets jerked into motion, and just like that, they're in a dog fight. It's intense as their plane enters combat with two enemies. They have to draw them into the chasm, confuse their targeting system, and try to dodge their gunfire all at the same time. Maneuvering behind the plane by pulling the same move he did to protect Rooster the first time, Maverick and Rooster find themselves behind the enemy plane, now firing at them. Thankfully, they're able to gun him down and cause his plane to slam into the mountains. "Yes, smash hit!" Rooster exclaims. They're now out from being on top of terrain to now flying atop the seas. Now that he has the time, Bradley fiddles some more with the controls, one such booting up the radio. "Mav, I got the radio on!" "Outstanding, get us in touch with the boat!" "Copy that!" However, their excitement was short lived as the F14's sensors blared, indicating an enemy plane. "Oh my god," Mav whispers, trying to turn his head to see where the enemy was. "Where the hell is this guy?!" Rooster exclaims, doing the same. That's when Maverick focuses up. "He's on our nose." The duo realizes they have very little options left to pursue. No more ammo, little to no flares, and no missiles. They evaded the first missile, by shooting what was left of their flares, leaving them completely and utterly vulnerable. The jet comes back around firing at Rooster and Mav with their unseemingly limited ammo, closing the window of hope both pilots previously had. They were taking hits after hits, shortening the jet's lifespan. "We can't outrun this guy, we've gotta eject. "What?" "We need altitude, move the ejection handles the second I tell you." "Mav, wait!"
"There's no other way!" Mav flies straight up, trying to gain as much altitude as fast as he can. Finally, they were at the correct height. "EJECT, EJECT!" Rooster moves to tug the ejection handles, but they're stuck. "ROOSTER, PULL THE HANDLE, EJECT!" Maverick yells, panic clear in his voice. "IT'S NOT WORKING!" With the added time of not ejecting, the enemy gains ground and is right behind them, moments away from finding its perfect trajectory. "MAV!" Rooster exclaims, breathing getting harder now. "I'm sorry," Mav whispers, "I'm sorry Goose." The enemy plane lines up and situates itself to take the shot. Bradley can't stop his mind from spinning, latching onto any thoughts to try and keep him grounded. But in a moment like this? All he could think of was you. Your smile, your laugh. He holds onto that memory of you singing Celine Dion in his Bronco like it's his life force, and nothing else matters, because he's about to die. A missile is fired and all Bradley could say was your name and brace himself for the hit… but it never comes. Whipping his head around, he sees a familiar looking F18 fly through the eruption of the enemy jet. "Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing." Rooster lets out a laugh and leans his head back in relief. "Hey Hangman! You look good!" Rooster chirps, earning a nod from his savior. "I am good Rooster. I'm very good." Hangman says, ego leaking into his words. Finally, he pulls away from the duo's jet. "I'll see you back on deck." The two can only sigh in relief as they manage to land their jet and celebrate with everyone. Rooster gives Phoenix a hug and shakes Hangman's hand, all the while receiving pats on the back from the rest of his squadmates. He liked seeing them, he really did, but there was only one person he wanted to see. He looked around, trying to find any traces of you. Your helmet, your Y/H/C hair, anything. Phoenix saw his gaze and frowned, her mouth pressing into a hard line. "Rooster," she says, her voice less jovial than it previously was. He turned to her immediately, searching her face for any kind of emotion. His heart lurched when he saw a saddened one. "Don't… don't say it." He warns as she walks him away from the crowd. Phoenix pauses with him inside of a hallway, an intersection between the medbay and the dorms. "She's not dead." Bradley shudders a deep breath and falls against the hall's wall. His hands are shaking and he can barely even stand. "They had to launch a reconnaissance mission. She went with Hangman to rescue you and Mav and they encountered enemy aircraft." Bradley tries to keep his breathing even but dammit, it's hard. His legs give out and he collapses to the floor. Phoenix moves to sit beside him. "One went after Hangman, two after Swan. Hangman was able to get rid of his and Swan, she… she sent him away to get you two. To ensure your safety." Rooster but his head between his knees and tried to focus on the present. She's alive, he reminded himself, she's alive, she's alive, she's alive. "She was able to take one of them down but she was out of weapons. The enemy fired a missile, but since she's Swan," Natasha said, laughing a bit, "she was able to have the missile just hit one of the wings and eject. Her signal stayed, so we were able to find her. She was floating on her back and unconscious. Broken ribs, bruised, but overall… okay." "Has she woken up?" Bradley asked, his voice dull and void of happiness. Phoenix breathed deeply. "No. But the docs say that she should make a full recovery. Nothing worrying is stopping her from waking up, it's most likely from exhaustion." Rooster nods at Phoenix's words and holds his head back up. "Can I see her?" Phoenix looks at him, seeing the tears that are actively falling down his cheeks, and gives him a patient smile. "Yeah of course." She stands up, lending Rooster a hand. He takes it and smoothes out his flight suit, staring at the medbay door. "Oh, and Rooster?" She says, Rooster turning around to hear what she had to say. "We'll see you at the Hard Deck tomorrow night for drinks, right? Can't let Hangman have all the glory." Rooster manages a sort of smile. "Yeah." Natasha gives him a wave before starting back down the hallway towards the crowd and Rooster turns back towards the doors. With a deep breath, he pushes the doors open. And there's you. Lying on your back in a makeshift hospital gown. There's bandages wrapped around your torso and an oxygen mask on your mouth helping you breathe, and on your finger, a heartbeat monitor. He walks so slowly over to you, as if you were a deer he was trying not to spook. There was a chair next to your cot which he took, holding your hand the second he could. "I'm sorry if I made you worry," he croaked, sniffling up as many tears as he could. "And I'm sorry you had to come after me. But I'm so glad you're okay." He cried, moving to press a kiss to your forehead. "Mav and I had to steal a plane," he laughed through tears, "and I had to try and figure out all the switches. I don't know how my dad remembered all that shit, but I understand why he enjoyed flying with Mav." For the entire rest of the day, Bradley sat by your side, rubbing your hand and talking to you. He would sing quietly, report findings from the mission, and even read the front page of the newspaper where both yours and his names were highlighted. Eventually, though, day turned to night and he had to leave. "I love you, you hear me? And I'm already planning that date – two weeks from today. So, you better wake up before then, okay?" Bradley pressed one final kiss to your forehead. That's when he felt you squeeze his fingers. His eyes locked onto his hand and then to your face. Your eyes weren't open, but he knew you were still there. And that was enough for him.The Hard Deck the night after the mission was packed as everyone unloaded from the carrier and headed straight towards the drinks. Rooster was in high spirits. He had completed the mission, was now highly honored, and most of all, the love of his life was on the mend and recovering. Sitting on the piano bench, Bradley played song after song, taking any and all requests from his friends. It finally got to a point where the evening was winding down, but everyone was reluctant to go home, leaving Penny exasperated. "Alright Rooster, you got one more song in your repertoire?" She shouted, getting a nod from the man. "Always, Penny!" "Then serenade you and your company out, will you? Bar closes in three." Bradley laughed and nodded, immediately going to his failsafe. The first few notes of Great Balls of Fire began, the crowd hooting and hollering. You took measured steps off of Mav's motorcycle, throwing him a grateful grin. "Thanks Mav, I know it's pretty late, but I wanted to see everyone as soon as possible." The older man nods and smiles, giving you a light pat on the shoulder. "I did have to pull a few strings to allow you to leave 10 minutes after you woke up," You rolled your eyes and smiled, "but of course I'd get you here." You wave goodbye and start to step up the stairs until you hear Bradley's singing. You grin and can't help the tears welling. "Thank you, Captain Mitchell. For everything." You say breathlessly. "See you at base, Swan Song." As Mav motors away, you push open the doors to see Bradley at the piano, everyone around him singing. It was like the scene you were dragged to at the very beginning of the month, where Rooster snapped and threw nasty words in your face. This time, though, you were sure he would have a different reaction. Bradley played the final notes of the song, slamming the chords and chirping out one last "Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!" Cheers were heard around the bar as well as clapping, but that all died down rather quickly. Seeing your opening, you took a deep breath. "Hey Rooster, you big stud!" You yelled, leaning in the doorway with your arms crossed. You watch as he stands up instantly, knocking the piano bench back as he looks around wildly for where you were. Finally, he meets your gaze and his entire face softens, but sports a giddy smile. "That's me, honey!" You blush but maintain your confident smile. "Take me to bed or lose me forever!" Quickly, Rooster walks towards you, stopping just a few paces from the door. "Show me the way home, honey!" Cheers and whoops are heard across the room as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you hard. You laugh and smile into the kiss, deepening it and kicking your legs up as he holds your waist, careful not to hurt your ribs. It's everything you've ever wanted. Your friends surround you, laughing and cheering as they celebrate the success of the mission you were a part of. You were in Bradley's arms, him kissing you with all the love he could hold in his heart. Your future is in front of you, so very tangible. He sets you down and presses one more kiss to your lips. "Birds of a feather, Swan Song?" He poses, making you simper and smack another kiss to his lips. "Always, Rooster. Always and forever."
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Heart Eyes
Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader
Puppy Love
Gönderi sahibi polikszena ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Request by Anonymous: can you write a rooster fic where the reader and him buy a new puppy and give it a bath… i dunno basically just pure fluff!!!! Summary: You and Rooster have just adopted a new Australian shepherd puppy and have to give it a bath… a touch of chaos insues. A/N: Thank you so much for the first request for my 1000 followers celebration! Also – nothing about the reader p.o.v. was specified, so I just had the reader be Swan Song from Birds of a Feather! This was a bunch of fun to write and I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1.3K A content smile was all you could wear as you sat in the passenger seat of Bradley's baby blue Bronco, feeling the warm wind on your face. You always loved car rides in his car – it made you feel like you were in a movie, set for a summer release. But this time? This time it was just made all the more better by the puppy asleep in your arms. Her little head was nestled into the crook of your arm and her belly was rising up and down, snoozing away. "How's she doing?" Your boyfriend's voice brings you out of the trance your new Australian shepherd had so innocently lulled you into. Turning, you look at Rooster's face. His eyes were hidden behind Raybans and most definitely on the road in front of you, but you could tell he so desperately wanted to look at his new dog. Okumaya devam et bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley rooster bradshaw bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley x reader bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x rooster headcanon rooster bradshaw fic rooster fanfic rooster x you rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader rooster x y/n rooster x bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw fanfic rooster fanfiction rooster fluff top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n top gun maverickBirds of a Feather 》 4
Gönderi sahibi santiagonex ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, and Fluff! Summary: The days since your reconciliation with Rooster have been tough – the training is extreme and the requirements are near impossible to meet. Right before you and your group mates are at the verge of defeat, your instructor plans a fun day out in order to raise morale, increase the team spirit, and, unexpectedly, spark feelings. A/N: Part 4! Part 4! This part was so much fun to write since it holds a lighter, more fun tone than the rest. I hope you all enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.5K The days that had followed that evening on the beach were, more or less, grueling. There were early wakeups, hours upon hours up in the air, and even hitting as high as 9 Gs, creeping in on the 10 that would be required for the mission. Every day was more of the same. Practice and nail the turns, fall behind on speed. Finally get the correct speed but breach the flight ceiling. Keep a low ceiling and crash into the simulated cliffs. It was frustrating and humbling, sending each and every one of you back to the locker room feeling less and less confident about the mission. It frayed your fitness, both mental and physical, leaving you with droopy eyelids and a craving for a piece of tranquility. Each flight felt like a punch in the face to both you and Bradley, sending the two of you into a slight descent to madness as you stayed up late in the common rooms, pouring over the F-18 manual and previous mission archives to see if there was anything more you could do. Most nights, it ended up with one of you falling asleep and the other having to shake them awake, throwing the towel in for that evening. Okumaya devam et bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley rooster bradshaw bradley bradshaw fic bradley x reader bradley x you bradley x y/n bradley x bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw rooster bradshaw fic rooster fanfic rooster headcanon rooster x you rooster x reader rooster x female reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster fanfiction rooster fluff top gun masterlist top gun maverick top gun x y/n top gun x you top gun x readerBirds of a Feather 》 3
Gönderi sahibi liza-webber ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, and… Fluff? Summary: Rooster's realization leads to several attempts at conversation, all shut down by you due to your still existing frustration with him. However, with a little help and nudge from Phoenix, he finally has a chance to break through to you, and just in time – your new wingmen assignments are out. A/N: And we're back with part 3! Also, if you noticed, I added a part 5 because I def miscalculated how much I wanted to write, so… extra part! Yayayay! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for all of the love and support this series is getting. <3 Word Count: 4.4K If ever you felt like a turtle, it was right now. You sat as still as a statue, your posture perfect and your gaze unwavering. Phoenix tried to start up a simple conversation a couple times, but you respectively curtailed it each and every time. You didn't want to chat and accidentally spill that you were sobbing over Rooster and he walked in on your tear-stained face. Thankfully, it was a delightful day – there was a warm breeze that danced across your skin and the sun wasn't too overbearing. You didn't even have a headache from a regulation bun this morning, since your supervisor said you had enough time to tie it back in the locker rooms. You opted for a somewhat bouncy ponytail, but gelled back any flyaways. "Morning Phoenix," you didn't dare budge as you heard Rooster's voice from behind you. You register that he settles into his seat and is leaning over the table, close to where you and Natasha are sitting. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Phoenix flick him a kind of "are you crazy?" looking expression. Okumaya devam et bradley rooster bradshaw rooster bradshaw fic rooster fanfic rooster headcanon rooster x y/n rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader rooster x you bradley x y/n bradley x reader bradley x you bradley fic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw angst rooster fanfiction rooster fluff rooster fic rooster a rooster bradshaw imagine rooster top gun x y/n top gun x readerBirds of a Feather 》 2
Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Anxiety/Panicking Summary: After a more than unfortunate return to Miramar, it's your first day back. Nerves and tensions are high as your new flight instructor is introduced and the first set of exercises are put into motion. Several sets of pushups later, your next trial wingman is none other than Rooster – risky maneuvers are performed and the past is relived. A/N: Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to Part 2! I have been blown away by the support that the first part of this series has received and I'm so happy so many people are enjoying it. I'm pretty happy with the way this part came out, so without further ado, please enjoy! :)Word Count: 4.K You woke up with your face smushed into your pillow, your alarm blaring at you to get up and get moving. Groaning, you felt around for the top of the clock, reluctant to fully say hello to the world just quite yet. However, reality had a different idea in mind because, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find that damn alarm. Huffing in frustration, you sat up, blowing strands of hair that fell in front of your face away, and located the clock. You eyed it for a moment, letting it continue its trill for only a second longer before slamming your hand down on the top. As much as you wanted to just forget about the whole day and hide under your covers for the rest of eternity, the pilot in you made yourself get up and get dressed. Your beige uniform was what hung in your wardrobe and you sighed as you took the hanger out and laid both the pants and shirt on your, now, neatly made bed. Your eyes glazed over the service ribbons, your gold wings, and the name tag spelling L/N neatly across it. Staring it down was doing nothing, you knew that, but you just needed a minute of silence and reflection. Your name was Y/N "Swan Song" L/N. You deserve to be here. You are the best there is and will not let anyone stand in your way.Okumaya devam et rooster headcanon rooster fanfic rooster bradshaw fic rooster fluff rooster fanfiction bradley rooster bradshaw bradley rooster bradshaw x reader bradley rooster bradshaw x you bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n rooster x you rooster x reader rooster x y/n rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw bradley bradshaw angst bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fluff top gun x y/n top gun maverick top gun masterlist top gun x reader top gun x you
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Birds of a Feather ~ 23.3K Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 Four years after graduating, you've been called back to Top Gun on a classified matter, causing you to reunite with your close friend, Phoenix, an annoyance, Hangman, and the man who used to be your best friend before a single event caused your friendship to be cleaved in two… Rooster. With both of your pasts resurfacing and the fate of the future in front of the two of you, your true feelings are tested as you have to deal with your new assignments for lead flyers and wingmen. Paired together? Bradley Rooster Bradshaw and Y/N "Swan Song" L/N.Heart Eyes ~ 2.8KFor his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you.
Puppy Love ~ 1.3K You and Rooster have just adopted a new Australian shepherd puppy and have to give it a bath… a touch of chaos insues. top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n top gun maverick top gun masterlist top gun maverick x reader top gun maverick x you top gun maverick x y/n bradley rooster bradshaw bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x you rooster x you rooster bradshaw fic rooster headcanon rooster fanfic rooster x y/n bradley x you bradley x y/n bradley x reader hangman imagine hangman x reader hangman fic jake seresin jake hangman x reader jake hangman seresin
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Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol Summary: Four years after graduating, you've been called back to Top Gun on a classified matter, causing you to reunite with your close friend, Phoenix, an annoyance, Hangman, and the man who used to be your best friend before a single event caused your friendship to be cleaved in two… Rooster. Your reunion goes rockier than planned and you make a rash decision A/N: Hello everyone! This is my go at a fic for Top Gun, and for Rooster as well - I tried my best with all the aviation terms, but if you notice something that I got wrong, please feel free to let me know! I'm always open for and encouraging friendly and constructive criticism. Also, I intend for this to be a multi-chapter fic, so be on the lookout for more chapters! I don't know how many I plan on having, but I'm thinking at least four as of right now… it is subject to change, though, so I'll keep those interested updated. Speaking of – if you wish to be on a taglist in order to be reminded of updates, please let me know in the comments! Alright that's all, I'm sorry this was so A/N long, please Enjoy!! :) Word Count: 3.7K You took measured steps as your feet hit the tarmac, taking everything in through the lens of your sunglasses. As it usually always is, it's another sunny day in Miramar, California. You shake your head a bit and grin, shrugging your duffel bag further up on your shoulder and taking a deep breath. It had been quite a bit of time since you were last in Fightertown USA, almost four years. Your graduating class had all been but scattered to the winds of the world, stationed in six continents with limited ability to stay in touch. You understood that losing contact was a part of life and for the most part, you accepted it. You were able to send a few letters to one of your best friends, Phoenix, and even received a couple back. The only other person that you tried contacting wanted nothing to do with you. Rooster. Your best friend since the moment your eyes locked at that naval gala at the age of seven. The man who blamed you for ruining his life.Okumaya devam et top gun masterlist top gun maverick x reader top gun maverick x you top gun maverick x y/n top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n bradley x you bradley x y/n bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster x you rooster x y/n rooster x reader bradley rooster bradshaw x you bradley rooster bradshaw x reader bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n rooster x female reader Gönderi sahibi blondebrainpower Back to Navigation Become a Professor of high climbing vines! Those who are interested in learning everything and anything there is to know about our local and native species of woody-stemmed plants find a home here in the ranks of the Botanical Gardens! Whether it be in favor of specific types like Wisteria (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw) or Rocktrumpet (Jake “Hangman” Seresin), Professors can choose to hone in on a specific species of vines - just be sure to let the Head Botanist know whether you want to specialize in all kinds of climbers or just a specific species!