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I Loved Them, Goose - p.m

a/n: this was painful to write, i hate writing sad mav, it's so disheartening :( luv him too much. also ik this gif is from TG:M, but it's fitting for this one shot... it's a little short, but, i hope this was what you wanted anon, if not i'm happy to rework it for you!! < 3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: young!maverick x gn!reader

warnings: angst, reader death, funeral

wc: 1,365

the request: 'can you do like a really angsty young maverick x reader where it is the reader instead of goose dying please I love your work 💜'

i listened to another love but the slowed version whilst writing this rip, that shit HURT

Droplets of rain pattered on the asphalt, the clear beads exploding against the hard ground like a million ballerinas dancing upon it. It was the day of your funeral, and they had laid your coffin to rest around thirty minutes ago. Most of the attendees had dissipated from the cemetary, but not Maverick. He stood straight with his head facing downward; his smart, black military cap tucked underneath his arm. The rain drenched his dark-cocoa coloured hair, flattening it against his forehead. Small droplets of rain dripped down his skin, it was like the weather had given him a way to hide his forthcoming tears. "I'm sorry, Mav," A choked, quiet voice came from behind the young pilot, making his ears twitch at the familiar voice he loved so dearly. Goose's voice was somewhat comforting to him, but it wasn't yours.

You had been Maverick's RIO to replace Goose as he had a family emergency to attend to. The two of you had been training for Top Gun, being Iceman's wingman for the lesson. Ice's jet-wash had sent your plane into an uncontrollable and unrecoverable flat spin as he pulled out from the shot he was going to take. Maverick's mind was haunted by your shouts of distress, his knees suddenly feeling weak as he reeled his mind back to the moment he watched your lifeless, limp body float down to the sea. Goose had learnt of your death after he returned to Top Gun to find Maverick absolutely broken. It was like he was a totally different man entirely. His cocky persona had completely melted away and it revealed his fragile and delicate side.

Maverick was fighting back strangling sobs beneath his emotionless façade as he stared down at your new, forever home, and it disturbed Goose at how 'calm' the naval aviator seemed. "They'd want you to be happy." Goose spoke again, his mouth hanging open as he squinted against the pelting rain, the outward-poking rim of his military cap not doing much to protect his face from the wet weather. Maverick didn't dare turn around to face Goose and expose his ailing will to keep going. Instead, he swallowed slowly, giving a single nod of his head.

"I know." Maverick whispered, almost to himself at how quiet he spoke. He could feel the protective wall he had built for today beginning to crumble like a sandcastle as he thought back to your screams of terror as the two of you plummeted to the ground, torturing himself with the guilt that was laden within his rigid body. Goose watched Maverick's shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, his once silent sobs becoming audible.

"Mav!" You screamed, your heart beat was going ridiculously fast now and you were sure if this crash didn't kill you, the oncoming heart-attack would.

"Y/C/S, Y/C/S, I'm losing control, I'm losing control! I-I can't control it!" Maverick shouted, his hands gripping the centre joystick like it was the last thing on Earth.

"Altitude eight thousand," You choked out, your head pressed up against the canopy from the insane gravitational push from your unintentional free-fall. "Seven thousand!" You gasped, your terrified eyes never leaving the spiralling needle. "Shit, six thousand, Mav!"

"I've fallen forwards, Y/C/S, I can't reach the ejection handle!" Maverick shouted hoarsely and swallowed, trying to gain control of his compressing lungs. "Y/C/S! You've gotta punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle, eject!" Maverick hopelessly shouted again, making you push yourself against the side of the canopy in a weak attempt to grasp onto the yellow rings above your head. Your arms and back burned as you forced your body to do the unimaginable, fighting against gravity itself to save your lives. "Eject, eject, eject!" He yelled. You missed once, then twice, and then you caught it, sparks surrounding you as the canopy was launched off the top of the jet. Your seat ejected first, a puff of smoke emitting from below it. Suddenly, a loud crack, and it was black.

Maverick's seat was next, and his arms crossed against his chest as he was shot up into the air, parachute deploying as soon as his chair was released. His breaths were ragged and heavy as he desperately glanced around to find your figure, and to his dismay, he found it. He felt his body go numb as his eyes lingered on your limp body, your arms hanging down like you were a puppet on strings. "Y/N?!" He called out hoarsely, his heart beginning to race for all the wrong reasons.

As the pair of your bodies hit the water, Maverick was on you like a rocket, his lips quivering as he screamed your name out, praying, begging for a reply. But he got nothing back. "Y/C/S!" Maverick screeched, his arms splashing against the water as he reached you, the self-deploying lifeboat raising your body up underneath the pile of soaking parachute. He clambered on top of the inflatable, his body aflame with unbearable pain and fatigue. Maverick's trembling fingers fisted the parachute, desperately digging through the nylon material to retrieve your body. He felt his chest explode as he saw patches of bright, red blood stain his fingers as he found your head, your helmet was broken in half; blood staining your once-white helmet. "No..." Maverick breathed out, his voice breaking as he realised what had happened. His reckless behaviour had killed you. A high-pitched ringing sounded through his ears. "Y/N!" He screamed once more, his jaw clenching in distress as he hopelessly stared down at you, blinking rapidly; tears dripping from his lashes. "Please, wake up, Y/N, please-" He cried out, his hands clutching your head against his chest, fingers brushing the bloodied and matted hair out of your lifeless eyes.

"Let them go!" A voice shouted out from beside Maverick and he whipped his head up to look at them, spotting 'US NAVY' scrawled across the side of the helicopter.

"It's my fault that they're dead, Goose." Maverick whispered.

The RIO felt his heart splinter as he witnessed Maverick's breakdown. "It wasn't your fault, Mav," Goose sucked in a shaky breath as he approached his best friend, his eyes beginning to flood with uncontrollable tears. Maverick lost it. He turned around, his head falling against Goose's sopping wet chest with a thud, his hoarse, desperate breaths and silent cries were the only thing - other than the torrential rain - that echoed through the grave yard. Maverick flailed his trembling arms around Goose, his wobbly hands fisting the back of his RIO's uniform. "I know," Goose bit down harshly on his bottom lip, moustache twitching as he hopelessly tried to stay strong for his best friend. Goose was hurting too, he was also your best friend and he'd made many memories with you over the past year, but he knew how Maverick felt about you. He loved you, deeply. Truly. More than a friend, and you'd never know that because he never told you. The pilot had buried his feelings for you deep down inside him and drowned his sorrows in floods of women and one night stands; the courage to tell you never arriving.

"I loved them, Goose," Maverick cried out with agony, making Goose squeeze his eyes shut as thunder rumbled above them, the rain beginning to pelt down twice as hard now. "I loved Y/N..." He whispered, his silent sobs scraping against his sore, throbbing throat. "And I never told.." Maverick trailed off, another series of miserable whimpers and strangled sobs leaving his juddering chest.

"I think they knew, Mav." Goose replied quietly, his red, teary eyes falling to your shining headstone. The bubbles of rain dripped down the white stone, making it look like it was weeping. The moustached-RIO read the headstone silently to himself, the words stabbing his chest like a knife.

IN MEMORY OF

Y/N L/N

US NAVY

Y/B/D 1965 - JUNE 5 1986

Goose shook his head vigorously in a pathetic attempt to forget what he had just so clearly read, the reality of it all becoming too much for him. Amongst Maverick's wretched and broken-hearted cries, Goose gazed up to the sky, his eyes flinching at the drops of rain that fell into them. The clouds above were grey and depressing, almost fitting for such an event. Despite the morbid reason him and Maverick were standing where they were, you would have loved the weather. Rainstorms were your favourite. It was almost as if the Universe was waving you off, too.

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Tailspin | Chapter 14

Maverick x F!Reader

Summary: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell falls in love with his number one rival’s girlfriend.

CW: swearing, love triangle, angst, elements of infidelity, slow burn, you're going to feel so bad for Ice, I apologize in advance <3

This chapter is really just a bunch of Mav/Goose/Ice banter which I adore haha I love writing these three so much because they've got such distinct personalities that just mesh so well. Their interactions are always super fun! Hopefully I'm not the only one who feels that way lol

Start from the beginning: Chapter 1

*This chapter is told from a third person perspective because you aren't in it!*

Maverick steps out of the residence in the morning with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looks over to his left when another door opens. The door swings violently as Tom marches out of his room. He looks around frantically and, upon seeing Maverick, starts in his direction without even shutting his door.

"Where is she?" he yells.

Maverick furrows his brows, gripping his mug tighter. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he mutters as Tom pushes past him aggressively and slams his fist into the door.

"Open the door!" he shouts. "I know you're in there, Amelia!"

Maverick turns to look at Tom with a worried expression. "Ice, is she not at home?"

Tom rounds on Maverick angrily, clutching his shirt and slamming him into the brick wall of the residence. Half of Maverick's coffee splashes out of the mug. "Don't play games with me, Maverick," he hisses.

"Ice, I swear to you, I brought her home. I saw her go inside."

"Well, she's not there. And all her stuff is gone." Tom knocks Maverick into the wall again, just as Goose hops out of his apartment.

"Woah!" Goose cries, seeing the two men glaring at one another. He hurries toward them but Tom releases Maverick's shirt half-heartedly and turns away before Goose approaches, stepping out into the lot.

Maverick looks like he might be sick. He turns to Goose in dismay. "Amelia's gone," he breathes.

Goose lets out a sigh. "Yeah," he says. "I know."

Tom wheels around and jumps back onto the porch. "What do you know?" he growls, using his forearm to pin Goose to the wall.

"Ice, enough!" Maverick shouts, grabbing Tom's shoulders and throwing him off Goose. Tom staggers, trying to keep his balance as his shoes slip on the gravel of the road. Maverick turns to look at Goose anxiously. "What did she tell you, Goose?"

Goose takes a deep breath and pulls out a piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans. He holds it out to Maverick. "She left me a note. Under the door."

"She left you a note?" Tom snarls through gritted teeth.

Maverick gives Tom a hostile look and takes the paper from Goose's hand. He unfolds it while Tom hops back onto the porch and leans over his shoulder to read it.

Dear Goose,

I think I've done exactly what you'd asked me not to do. But I'm not sure how it could have been avoided. At least Maverick's heart is not the only one that's broken.

I should never have come but, at least, I have the sense to leave. Perhaps it's too little too late, but better late than never.

If there's one last favor you can do for Mav – and Tom (and me) – I ask that you help the two of them repair whatever bond they'd managed to establish before I destroyed it. For some reason, I feel like they might need each other one day.

I wish you, your sweet wife, and your adorable boy all the best.

Thanks for your friendship.

-Amelia

Maverick crumples the paper up in his fist when he's through reading it. His jaw is clenched as he glares into the distance. The warm wind picks up the dust in the field and swirls it above the road, creating a haze that obscures the rest of the town.

"Where did she go, Ice?" he says quietly.

"How would I know?" Tom spits out.

"She was your girlfriend!" Maverick yells at him. "Don't you know anything about her?"

Tom glares at Maverick. "She's not my girlfriend anymore. You made sure of that."

Maverick scoffs, shaking his head. "Please, you think your delightful disposition had nothing to do with her walking out on you?"

Tom leaps forward in a rage but Maverick is ready for him this time and blocks the assault, side-stepping around him and grabbing his arm while driving an open hand into Tom's windpipe.

"Mav," Goose says reproachfully as Tom doubles over, coughing. Goose crouches down to help Tom back up while the latter clutches at his throat.

"It was just a tap," Maverick says flatly, rolling his eyes. "He'll be fine."

Goose gives Maverick a pointed look, patting Tom on the shoulder compassionately while Tom glares at him angrily. "I know where she is," Goose says as Tom straightens his back.

Maverick looks at Goose intently. "How?"

"Well, I think I know where she is," he says hesitantly.

"Spit it out, Goose," Tom croaks irritably.

"She had a fight with her parents right before her break," Goose says. "It's why she decided to come here instead of going home."

Tom narrows his eyes at Goose but doesn't say anything.

"She wouldn't go back to campus yet, either. Her semester doesn't start for another week," Goose continues.

"Goose, I swear to god –" Maverick shakes his head.

"She's got a sister in Myrtle Beach."

Maverick cocks his head to the side in wonder. "How the fuck do you" –

"I talk to her about real life, unlike you two fools," Goose says in exasperation and stalks off toward the perimeter of the lot. He sticks his hands into his pockets and swings his head back and forth, looking at the road in both directions as if he might be able to spot a clue.

Tom eyes Maverick moodily. "I talk to her about real life," he grumbles.

Maverick nods in agreement. "Totally," he responds. "Me too."

"Plenty of times," Tom adds.

"At least a handful of times," Maverick sucks in his cheeks and smirks at Tom.

Tom rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "What're we going to do?"

Maverick sighs. "Well, she doesn't have a car," he says. "Which means she'll be taking the bus. Or flying."

Tom gives Maverick a pointed look. "So, one of us should drive. And the other one..."

Maverick's grin widens. "Good thing you got your Buick out of the shop."

Tom makes a grimace. "And then what? Finders keepers?"

Maverick's expression sours. "Don't you think her choice counts for anything?"

"Her choice was to leave," Tom bites back. "You want to respect that?"

Maverick stares at Tom. "Good point."

Tom holds out his hand. "Whoever finds her first wins."

Maverick cringes. "What if Goose finds her first?"

Tom rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

Maverick sighs and grips Tom's hand, giving it a firm shake.

"What're you two clowns agreeing on?" Goose asks as he makes his way back toward them. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Don't worry, Goose," Maverick says, giving Tom a forceful clap on the back. Tom groans in response. "We're just repairing our bond."

Goose watches them skeptically. "Whatever you say. Just keep your egos in check."

"What egos?" Maverick asks, grinning.

"I don't have an ego." Tom shakes his head, shrugging.

Maverick laughs and Tom throws a knowing smirk in his direction, sticking a piece of gum in his mouth. "Shall we, boys?" he says.

Goose takes a deep breath. "I have a bad feeling about this."

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