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If you fail to plan, you plan to fail 😉

WIP

It’s Wednesday! Thoughts on a peek at Talk to Me? 😉

The airport is already crowded with Thanksgiving travelers when Natasha picks Rooster up from San Francisco International airport. She still can’t believe he decided to take her mother up on the open invitation when he had to fly so far to get here.

Still, it’s good to see him strut out of the terminal, duffle bag slung over his shoulder and aviators low on his nose, ignoring the heads he turns. A year and rebuilding his relationship with Maverick have softened his hardened edges, and he carries himself with a more relaxed confidence that makes people curious about who’s waiting for him.

It’s just her, albeit in a forest green swing dress and knee high boots that Gabby practically bullied her into.

“Hey!” he greets her with a warm hug. The first few months after she’d sealed the door on any romantic hope for them had been rough on their friendship, so she holds him a little longer. When they break apart, he peers into her SUV. “Just you?”

She presses the button on her fob to open the trunk for him to stow his bag. “Hangman’s apparently allowed in a study group so we’re picking him up on the way back.”

“Oh,” he hesitates but then decides to leave it. “So how much peace and quiet do we have left?”

Natasha laughs as she hoists herself into the driver’s seat. “Thirty minutes if traffic’s not too bad on the bridge.”

She lets Bradshaw handle the aux, his music taste more refined and specific than hers. It also lets her focus on navigating the sequence of mergers on a highway whose familiarity is more nostalgic than actual. She’d barely learned to drive before she left the Bay for good.

They fall back into an easy rhythm of conversation. His commanding officer annoys him, she looks up to hers. They’ll be up for promotion soon, assured by the grapevine that they’ll be joining Hangman as lieutenant commanders.

Hangman’s waiting for them outside his apartment building.

“If I have to hear one more person lecture me on the military industrial complex,” he gripes, tossing his bag into the trunk.

Natasha shakes her head when he slams her door behind him. “It’s probably good for you, and don’t take your choices out on my car, Bagman.” Although, she feels like he could be forgiven pretty much anything with the way the drape of his collared shirt shows off his chest and the fit of his pants on his thighs.

Trying to brush off the thought, she turns to make fun of him, but the look of surprise on his face sidetracks her. “What?”

Hangman’s eyes narrow and slide back and forth between her and Rooster. “What’s the occasion?”

“Thanksgiving, dumbass,” Rooster says.

“But why are you dressed up?” he insists.

Natasha suddenly notices that instead of his usual Hawaiian print, Rooster’s wearing a well fitted, dark polo shirt. Maybe it had slipped her attention because she’s been seeing him at least try something other than vacation dad chic in some of his most recent pictures. “Yeah, why are you dressed up?”

Hangman rounds on her. “Yes him, but what about you?”

It’s Rooster’s turn to notice. “How come you’re wearing a dress?”

“Ask Gabby,” Natasha grumbles. “She wouldn’t stop giving me shit about wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I did it to shut her up.”

Somewhat defensively, he argues, “It looks pretty on you.”

The emphasis startles her. She thought they’d left this behind.

“You didn’t even notice until I said something,” Hangman pipes up from the backseat.

“Who invited you again?” Rooster jokes.

Checking her rearview mirror, Natasha sees hurt play across Hangman’s lips. Why are either of them doing this to her, she wants to ask. “Okay, the two of you have ninety minutes to grow up before we get to my mom’s.”

The holiday traffic and a stop at the Golden Gate Bridge overlook gives them slightly longer. Natasha parks on the street, knowing her mom will probably run out at least three more times to grab something from the store. Normally, she’d go up the driveway to the kitchen entrance, but she figures her mom would prefer she brought her friends through the front door.

“I’m back!” she calls, leaning against the foyer wall to take off Gabby’s boots.

Her mother peeks her head out of the kitchen, and her face lights up. “Bradley! Jake! We’re so glad you could make it,” she exclaims, holding out her arms for a hug from each of them as she comes through the dining and living room to hug them. They swallow up Valerie’s petite form in their arms.

Gabby comes bounding down the stairs in something different than what she was wearing when Natasha left. The full length burnt orange dress has a low cut square neck and puffed, full sleeves. She’s growing out her honey blonde color and hides the more obvious delineation by wearing it half up in a bun.

“You’re here!” she practically squeals and hurries right past Natasha to hug first Hangman and then Rooster. “Let me show you your rooms.”

Gabby’s tugging Rooster’s arm toward the stairs when Natasha intervenes. “I can do it. They’re my guests.”

Her sister tosses her hair, flashing the silver hoops in her ears. “They’re our guests, Nasha. But if you want to be a baby about it, you can show Jake to his room.”

“Mom!” Natasha protests.

Valerie waves her hands. “Why don’t you let Gabby help?”

Gabby uses her distraction to pull Rooster after her so that Natasha’s left with only her mom and Hangman to hear her complain.

“Fine! This way.” She motions for him to follow.

On her heels as they climb the stairs, he says quietly, “Looks like someone didn’t have enough time to grow up on their way home.”

#cue mastermind

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I opened my notes app and found this 🤣 I don’t even know when or why I wrote this but here we are

#random Phoenix musings #Phoenix’s when harry met sally answer

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👀

#talk to me #wip fic #anyone else see what’s going on

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WIP

It’s Wednesday! Thoughts on a peek at Talk to Me? 😉

It’s just her, albeit in a forest green swing dress and knee high boots that Gabby practically bullied her into.

She presses the button on her fob to open the trunk for him to stow his bag. “Hangman’s apparently allowed in a study group so we’re picking him up on the way back.”

“Oh,” he hesitates but then decides to leave it. “So how much peace and quiet do we have left?”

Natasha laughs as she hoists herself into the driver’s seat. “Thirty minutes if traffic’s not too bad on the bridge.”

Hangman’s waiting for them outside his apartment building.

“If I have to hear one more person lecture me on the military industrial complex,” he gripes, tossing his bag into the trunk.

Trying to brush off the thought, she turns to make fun of him, but the look of surprise on his face sidetracks her. “What?”

Hangman’s eyes narrow and slide back and forth between her and Rooster. “What’s the occasion?”

“Thanksgiving, dumbass,” Rooster says.

“But why are you dressed up?” he insists.

Hangman rounds on her. “Yes him, but what about you?”

It’s Rooster’s turn to notice. “How come you’re wearing a dress?”

“Ask Gabby,” Natasha grumbles. “She wouldn’t stop giving me shit about wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I did it to shut her up.”

Somewhat defensively, he argues, “It looks pretty on you.”

The emphasis startles her. She thought they’d left this behind.

“You didn’t even notice until I said something,” Hangman pipes up from the backseat.

“Who invited you again?” Rooster jokes.

“I’m back!” she calls, leaning against the foyer wall to take off Gabby’s boots.

“You’re here!” she practically squeals and hurries right past Natasha to hug first Hangman and then Rooster. “Let me show you your rooms.”

Gabby’s tugging Rooster’s arm toward the stairs when Natasha intervenes. “I can do it. They’re my guests.”

Her sister tosses her hair, flashing the silver hoops in her ears. “They’re our guests, Nasha. But if you want to be a baby about it, you can show Jake to his room.”

“Mom!” Natasha protests.

Valerie waves her hands. “Why don’t you let Gabby help?”

Gabby uses her distraction to pull Rooster after her so that Natasha’s left with only her mom and Hangman to hear her complain.

“Fine! This way.” She motions for him to follow.

On her heels as they climb the stairs, he says quietly, “Looks like someone didn’t have enough time to grow up on their way home.”

#wip fic #talk to me #see I’m working on it

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🥹🥹🥹

Fic ask continuation of your Every Time It Comes Around 👀

Hannix first time 🌶️🌶️ (smut) on the carrier or back at base, Jake calling Nat his girl/his baby for the first time and unable to keep his hands off her 😍

Haha wow! This is my first non Hannix Football Rivalry ask 😂

Nat probably pretends to be annoyed the first time or two he calls her his girl/his baby—she doesn’t want him to get too comfortable too fast—but she secretly adores it

I have a little bit of a queue but the good news is, my project deadline is this Friday. I can’t wait to get back to writing 😊

#thank you 🤍#nothing like a weekend read

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My dad told me he’s going to the Eagles v 49ers game. So even my own family won’t let me escape the Hannix football rivalry

#hannix football rivalry #do I do it?#finally working on talk to me again

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Ahahaha the Hannix Football Rivalry wedding playlist really defined my Spotify wrapped

#thanks for a great year writing for you all #hannix football rivalry wedding #I listen on repeat when writing

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For some reason, this sequence made me feel like Lewis gets nepo baby anxiety and spirals feeling like he constantly has to prove himself, but never truly can, and Glen and Danny are always there to talk him down

(This is not an original video, just put gifs together.)

#I’m making myself sad with this entirely untrue story #but they’re so sweet together #I love their friendship

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Jake "Hangman" Seresin & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Past Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Natasha "Phoenix" Trace - Relationship Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace Additional Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Training, Post-Mission, Vaginal Sex, Wet Dream, Alcohol, Drunk Sex Series: Part 4 of Top Gun Maverick Keeping Dreams Alive Summary:

Hangman and Phoenix, but mostly Hangman, have a lot of growing up to do from the first time they meet. Four times Hangman and Phoenix could have realized there is more than insults and competition between them and one time they do.

#because some of you asked me to take it back to AO3

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I’m hooked after your every time it comes around sequel 🥰

I just LOVE how you write the two of them together, would you ever do updates for that universe like the rest of the team finding out/another ski trip -where they share rooms this time 😍🔥 etc?

Like life moments of finding their feet after being friends/colleagues for so long?

Oh my goodness 🥹😭 Thank you for such a sweet note! I love these ideas so much

I will never say never to Every Time universe updates (who knows with the holidays!), but I’ve taken a pretty big step back from writing for the TGM fandom so I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep. It took me months to deliver this requested sequel 🫣 But now that you’ve put this in my head, who knows what will spring to mind one day…

#talk to me #i love your notes #every time it comes around #ficspo #request

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Fic ask continuation of your Every Time It Comes Around 👀

Hannix first time 🌶️🌶️ (smut) on the carrier or back at base, Jake calling Nat his girl/his baby for the first time and unable to keep his hands off her 😍

Haha wow! This is my first non Hannix Football Rivalry ask 😂

Nat probably pretends to be annoyed the first time or two he calls her his girl/his baby—she doesn’t want him to get too comfortable too fast—but she secretly adores it

I have a little bit of a queue but the good news is, my project deadline is this Friday. I can’t wait to get back to writing 😊

#ahaha she’s not getting out of this one #hope this gets your week off to a better start than your weekend #💗

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Pt II, Phoenix's POV

The next time it happens, she's not alone

It’s still dark when Natasha wakes up. For a moment, she’s disoriented by the weight blanketing her until she realizes it’s Hangman. She sleeps hot, but he’s a furnace, and it was cool enough when they drifted off that she didn’t think to turn on the air conditioning.

She moves her arm first to see whether he’s a light sleeper. When his breathing doesn’t change, she ducks out of his hold as smoothly and quickly as she can and feels her way to the thermostat. The air kicks on, a little loud, but he doesn’t move. Phoenix creeps back to the bed and stops short when she finds him watching her through half lowered eyelids.

“I thought you were sneaking out,” he mumbles.

“I was burning up,” she whispers before she realizes that’s pointless now that he’s awake. Well, not entirely pointless. Her eyes have adjusted enough to the dark to see his smile, and it’s not his usual taunting or roguish grin. This one is soft, sweet, a little bit vulnerable, and she follows through on her temptation to kiss it when she crawls into the bed. Hangman’s sure fingertips delicately trace the line of her spine, bowing her toward him.

When she’s pressed into his chest, his arms close around her, and he rolls her on top of him. The way he’s kissing her back, she suspects that he was awake longer than she thought. His growing erection nudges at her thigh, and the moan deep in his chest vibrates through her when she responds with the slightest pressure.

Every touch, moan, and gasp confesses how long and hard they’ve each fought this. Natasha shivers from the quickly cooling air and Hangman’s hand sliding down the back of her leg to hook it along his side. He drags his lips from hers.

“Here.” He maneuvers her farther up so he can free the sheet from between them and drape it over her shoulders. She’s left straddling him skin to skin, savoring how sturdy he feels beneath her and the slight strain in her thighs to accommodate the span of his torso. Natasha takes in the rise and fall of his chest, the pronounced curves of his pecs dotted with hardened nipples. Tentatively, she touches the pad of her finger to one. Encouraged by the way his abs hollow at the contact, she sucks two of her fingers then circles it more deliberately. He hisses, his hips lifting in response.

Before she can follow through on the invitation, Hangman intercepts her. He levers himself up enough to take one of her nipples in his mouth, humming hungrily at the contact. Natasha drops her head at the strength of his grip on her hip while his fingers match the pressure and teasing of his lips, tongue, and teeth on her other nipple. Arousal lances through her, electrifying every nerve into its own consciousness so his touch is concentrated and everywhere all at once. She’s never done drugs, but she begins to understand what people mean by chasing a high. Any thought except wanting more of him, of this, seems so far out of reach.

His moans compete with hers, their hands on one another learning to press different buttons than the jabs they’ve thrown at one another since training.

The demanding, molten ache between her legs grows with the hardness of his dick against her ass. Hangman has the kind of bravado that takes the surprise out of his size, so Natasha didn’t have too much trouble disguising that she was nonetheless impressed. What did fully surprise her was that he didn’t fly on size alone. She’s learning there are plenty of ways she wants his mouth to drive her crazy, as it is now, and just the memory of the friction of his strokes and the way his hard climax dislodged something at her very core has her reaching back to take his dick in hand.

“Let me get a condom,” he offers, the words skittering over her breast and making her gasp.

“Do you need it?” she checks. “Are you positive for anything?”

“No.” He uses the opportunity to move to her other nipple. The contrast between the fading heat of his mouth and the cold air are probably scrambling her judgment, but she doesn’t care. After he left her in the med bay, Natasha found a female nurse willing to check her birth control to make sure it was still in place after the mission. Just in case things ended up here. “Then I’m okay without it, if you are,” she promises.

Hangman pauses, letting her breast fall from his mouth. Before she can protest, he kisses his way up to her collarbone, then slides a hand into her hair to pull her to him. “You sure, Natasha? You’re covered? Because I don’t mind…”

The way he says her name feels so intimate that it terrifies her how much she enjoys it. “You’re supposed to be fucking me right now, Hangman, not trying to make me fall in love with you.”

She wants to take back the joke before it’s out of her mouth because they haven’t exactly figured out what this is and what any of these feelings are.

To her relief Hangman laughs. “I didn’t realize you were so easy, Natasha Trace.”

“At least for tonight,” she goes along, still a little unsteady from so carelessly dropping the four letter word anywhere near Jake Seresin. “But thank you for double checking.”

“I’m a man of my word,” he winks, “I don’t want to mess this up.” Natasha cups his face and kisses him so she doesn’t have to think about the flurry of butterflies the gesture sets off in her stomach.

The thing about imagining how someone kisses is that it’s always an imitation of someone else’s kiss, a memory of something known and liked. But this? Actually kissing Hangman finally? It’s as exhilarating as doing her damndest to outfly him, when the only way to possibly win is to give way to her intuition. Natasha has been kissed well in her life but never like this. He puts his whole body into it, challenging her to meet his strength, daring her to let it overwhelm her, and cradling her until she trusts him enough to surrender.

And he listens to her in a way she’s never known him to. Not only to what she says aloud but to every clue her body offers him. At a shift of her hips, he draws her closer. A tremor in response to his hand skating over her ribs slows his ascent until the weight of his touch is imprinted on her side. His mouth effortlessly matches the tempo of her kisses, their lips and tongues torquing the heat of their desire for each other.

She reaches back to run light fingers along the seam of his balls. He jerks beneath her, knees knocking into the back of her arms. Natasha thrills at finding him so velvety hard, his tip dripping along her backside. Slipping the hold of his mouth, she kisses the jawline she’s spent as much time secretly ogling as she has avoiding the flashes of keen interest in his green eyes. Reaching the shell of his ear, she laughs softly, having noticed earlier that his abs tighten at the proximity of her voice. Sure enough, they clench beneath her palm.

“Do you want me to blow you now or save that for your wake up call?”

A strangled noise punches out of his chest. “What was that you said?” he pants. “You’re supposed to be fucking me right now, Phoenix, not trying to make me fall in love with you.”

She nips playfully at his shoulder. “What did I say about Phoenix?”

He groans her name in reply when she teases his weeping tip with the edge of her thumb, circling his precome over his head and along his shaft, her hand slicker and slicker with it. His mouth ravages her chest and neck, tripping the switch to her brain as the constellation of her thrumming nerves takes over, echoing every touch, squeeze, and nip through her whole being.

Overwhelmed by the ache of wanting him inside her, she surges up and lowers herself onto his dick. Or at least its head. He’s large enough that she has to take the rest more slowly. She rocks her hips to ease him into her until the fullness is almost too much. Hangman’s head falls back.

“Holy shit, Nat,” he says hoarsely, voice shot. And normally, she can’t stand that nickname but she likes that it’s something that she can leave here, a secret between them. She clenches around him, to see what it does, and both of them get more wet when he grunts and lifts into her. Flashes of blue spark behind her eyes.

She wants to tell him how much she loves feeling so stretched and full when he’s inside her, but her brain checks in long enough to make her worry that it's too much, too soon. “You feel so good,” she breathes instead.

He lays back so she can brace herself on his chest as she rides him, his dick hitting so deep that she can feel it in her chest. Natasha has to grit her teeth against the volume of the noises trying to escape her mouth.

“Anyone ever tell you that you have the most perfect boobs,” he whispers loudly.

Embarrassed by the gratification that comes from the observation, and the way he is staring and fondling them, Natasha laughs haphazardly. “Funny enough, yes. The woman who fitted me for my flight suit said the same thing.”

“Always got jokes,” he pants, lifting her hair out of the way so he can pull her back down into a kiss. How is she supposed to roll her eyes at his mouth after this, when she knows what it’s capable of doing to her?

His arm between them is muscled and sturdy, his fingers as assured working her clit as they are his plane. Some guys have made her feel too loud, too vocal, but Hangman basks in every sound that falls from her lips.

As if sensing how close she is, he tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her ear to his lips. “That’s it, Nat. That’s my girl,” he encourages.

She can’t believe what those words do to her, turning her inside out. Her thighs and abs burn from the effort of riding him, but she doesn’t want to stop, submerging herself in a darkness entirely consumed by him.

Natasha cries out when his hips and fingers force her over the edge. Her arms give way, and she collapses into him. He flips them, holding her under him as he thrusts through the shuddering waves of her orgasm to his own release. She loves the sounds of him coming undone, his choked gasps and cut off moans, his unself-conscious loss of rhythm and sense before the heat of his cum surges inside her and the hot friction and hard pulse of his dick tumble her into another climax. Her fingers dig into the hard muscle of his back against the force of this one to undo her as she shakes through its throes.

Hangman kisses her down, so gentle and tender that her heart has trouble catching its rhythm. The exertion has left them sticky, their panting breaths competing to be heard over the thunder of their pulses. He tries to shift some of his weight off of her, but she catches him and holds him in place. He noses through her hair while he softens inside her.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” She touches his face in answer to the unexpected shyness in his voice. He kisses the inside of her wrist.

“May I turn on the light? I need to see what I’m doing so I don’t mess up the bed.”

Natasha stops drifting toward sleep as her brain slowly catches up to the moment. Right, she’d told him to go ahead without a condom. “Go for it.”

Light flares over them, and Hangman does his best to shield her to make the transition less painful. While her eyes are still adjusting, he pulls out of her and moves efficiently to use his tank to clean them up. He comes back from the bathroom with a hot washcloth so she can wash up enough to get to the bathroom herself.

He’s straightened out the sheets and covers and picked up the rest of their clothes from the floor by the time she gets back.

“I think we have another hour and a half or two before we have to be up,” Hangman leads, uncharacteristically uncertain. “If you’d rather sleep in your own bed…”

For a moment, she considers making her escape now rather than getting caught sneaking out later before the thought settles heavy weight in her stomach. “I don’t mind staying,” she says.

Relief washes over his face before he can hide it behind a roguish grin. She crawls back into the bed before he turns off the lights again and climbs in beside her.

“Natasha?” he asks, reaching out for her in the dark. His hand finds her shoulder and slowly slides up to cradle her cheek. He leans in, his lips just missing hers and landing under the curve of her bottom lip. He kisses his way up to her mouth. This kiss is soft and slow, not intended to start anything.

“Yeah?” she says when his lips still.

“Good night,” he whispers against her mouth.

Her heart hammers a warning that this may be going somewhere she isn’t prepared for it to go, and this time, she has to fight the urge to take her things and run. In the light of day, all the reasons this won’t work will be clear again. For now, maybe it’s okay to have just this.

“Good night, Jake.”

Fic ask continuation of your Every Time It Comes Around 👀

Hannix first time 🌶️🌶️ (smut) on the carrier or back at base, Jake calling Nat his girl/his baby for the first time and unable to keep his hands off her 😍

Haha wow! This is my first non Hannix Football Rivalry ask 😂

Nat probably pretends to be annoyed the first time or two he calls her his girl/his baby—she doesn’t want him to get too comfortable too fast—but she secretly adores it

I have a little bit of a queue but the good news is, my project deadline is this Friday. I can’t wait to get back to writing 😊

#natasha phoenix trace #natasha phoenix trace x jake hangman seresin #hannix #every time it comes around sequel #natasha's pov

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