#natasha phoenix trace one shot

[marie-swriting]

Anything Serious - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

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Summary : Three times you flirt with Natasha and one time, you confess your feelings.

Warnings : Angst, happy ending, alcohol consumption (be careful with your acohol consumption), thowing up, drunk confession, implied sex but noting explicit, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.7k

French version

Song inspiration : Flirting With Her by Sir Babygirl

“Here to being single !” you yell before taking a shot with your two friends Sarah and Alison.

The sound of your glass being put down on the table resonates in the bar. The alcohol burns your throat but you still let go of a victory scream. Tonight, you’re celebrating your single life like you just screamed. 

You were in a relationship for the past three years before your ex broke up with you for someone else who, apparently, is better than you. You’re not going to lie, a week ago, you were a mess. You were inconsolable, you only left your home for work and you’d stay in front of the TV doing nothing. Fortunately, thanks to your best friend’s encouragement, you realised it was her loss, not yours. That’s why you want to celebrate the fact that you’re single and without any string attached. 

“I’m finally gonna be able to do things I’ve always wanted to do and it’ll be easy.” you announce with joy. “I’m gonna have fun, go out as much as I want without any drama. You were right, Sarah, this is the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. And I am telling you two, I’m gonna have so much fun…” you continue while your eyes find a woman with raven hair, “with her, for example. She is beautiful.”

“Well, the single phase would have been long.” Alison laughs as you keep looking at the woman.

“Who said I wanted to date again?”

“You’ve just fallen for her.”

“So what ? It doesn’t mean it has to be serious.”

“But you only do serious relationships.” Sarah contradicts.

“Not anymore.” you state before ordering a new shot.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Totally! She’s in the Navy,” you explain, pointing at her uniform, “so she won’t be here for too long, in other words, if it goes right then perfect and if it goes wrong, then I won’t have to worry about seeing her again. It’s a win-win situation.”

“Then, go shoot your shot !” Alison encourages.

“Sure do !” you exclaim before drinking your shot.

You make sure your outfit is put together before going to the bar under your friends’ encouragement. First, you talk to Penny and pay for a cocktail. You patiently wait for Penny to give it to the woman and explain to her it’s from you. Once Penny goes to another client, the raven-haired woman’s eyes land on you while she smiles and takes a sip of the drink. You take this as a good sign so you stand up and go sit next to her.

“Thanks for the cocktail. Good choice.” she comments, drinking a bit more.

“Glad you like it. I’m Y/N and you?”

“Natasha.”

“What’s your callsign?”

Natasha looks at you, surprised, not expecting this would be a detail you were interested in.

“Phoenix.” Natasha informs with a confident smile.

“I bet your callsign suits you well.”

“You tell me. What brings you here tonight?” she questions, intrigued.

“I’m just enjoying my new freedom and you?”

“Nothing special, I’m relaxing after my day at work.”

“You’re here on a deployment?”

“Yes, I’m only here for two weeks. I want to make the best out of it.”

“As do I.” you state with a flirty smile. “You should join my friends and I. We’re gonna play darts. You’re more than welcome.”

“I will.”

You smile at Natasha then go back to your friends, your mouth wide open, simulating a scream of joy. Your friends ask you a lot of questions as soon as you’re at the table with them again and you answer them without wasting a second.

“I’m telling you, by the end of this night, I have her number, at least !”

And you’ve had even more.

The next day, you wake up in an unknown bedroom, Natasha’s arms around your waist. Understanding you didn’t go home after your intimate moment, you mentally insult yourself. You don’t know if you should wait for her to wake up or leave now. You debate with yourself for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion it’s better to run away now, especially because you have some work waiting for you. 

Slowly, you get out of Natasha’s grip and pick your clothes off the floor. Hastily, you get dressed before walking to the exit. When you’re about to open the door, you sigh in relief when Natasha’s voice comes behind you. You jump and turn around, facing her with your hand on your heart.

“I didn’t think you were the kind to sneak off.” she laughs.

“Oh, well, I was thinking you wouldn’t want me at your place for any longer. Actually, I…” you try to explain before admitting defeat, “I have to confess I don't know the rules for one night-stands. It’s the first time I do this.”

“Glad to be the first. And for your information, it can differ with the person though, personally, I don’t mind if you want to stay.”

“Got it. But I have to go. I have work to do.” you inform, sad to leave her so soon.

“No worries. Are you gonna go out like this?”

Following her question, you look down at your outfit, not understanding her critic. Sure, one can tell it’s not a typical Sunday outfit however, it doesn’t look ugly. You don’t see the problem. Phoenix leaves the bed before opening her closet.

“It’s cold in the morning. Here, you can take my jacket.” she says, handing the piece of cloth.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to give it back before you leave.”

“It’s okay. At least, I’ll have an excuse to send you a text when I’ll be around again.”

“Thanks for the jacket then.”

Natasha gives you a tender smile while you put the jacket on ; you don’t move for a few seconds, admiring her face one last time before leaving. You want to memorise her face because, no matter if she said she’ll text you when she’ll come back, you doubt it. You flirted, you matched, you had a nice moment but it’s only a one-time thing ; you don’t think you’re ready to start anything.

As soon as you tear your eyes away from Natasha, you zip up the jacket before opening the door. Natasha asks you to send her a message once you get home. You promise her to do it then, you leave.

And the second you come home, you grab your phone before informing her:

Message from you to Natasha, 7:36 A.M.:

I’m safe and at home. Thanks for the jacket, I promise I’ll give you back when you’ll be here again…

Or not ;)

Six months have passed since your meeting with Natasha. After your text when you came home, she simply replied “Glad to know you’re home. See you again :)” then nothing. You couldn’t have expected anything else. After all, you only shared one night together. But still, you feel a pinch in your chest, realising her lack of messages.

Therefore, you do everything to leave this story behind you. Even if you randomly met her, nothing would happen, that was for sure. You need to go back to your peaceful life where you’ve been picking some new habits. One of them being going to the Hard Deck once a week with your friends. Contrary to when you were younger, now you enjoy a good night out, having fun with your loved ones, an alcoholic drink in your hands. You’ve met some new people though, nothing that could compete with what you felt the second you saw Natasha.

This weekend is not different from the others, you find yourself at the bar. You’re laughing with your friends when a waitress comes to give you a cocktail you didn’t order. When she tells you someone paid for it and you see Natasha from afar, you can’t believe your eyes. You didn’t think you’d see her again. She gives you  a sign with her own drink before taking a sip. You give her back her sign and drink.

Next to Natasha, Bradley looks at her and sighs, desperate by the situation.

“You should talk to her instead of staying at a stupid safe distance.”

“We haven’t seen each other for six months, I just wanted to make sure she was still interested before doing something.”

“Now you know she does, go talk to her.” he orders, trying to push her in your direction.

“She’s with her friends.”

“And it didn’t bother her last time to talk to you. I don’t get it, Natasha, you’ve never been like this before.”

“I know!” she exclaims, mad at herself. “And I hate how I’m overthinking this. I feel like you.”

“Well, thanks! It wasn’t even serious between you two, you shouldn’t think too much about it. Go talk to her.”

“And tell her what?”

“I don’t know! I’m not the one who had a one-night stand with her. If you don’t want to talk to her, invite her to dance.” Bradley proposes, annoyed.

“No one is dancing.”

“In less than a minute, it won’t be the case anymore. Go to her, I’m handling the rest.”

Natasha drinks her glass in one go before walking to you with a fake confidence expression on her face. As for Bradley, he’s walking towards the piano, waiting for the right moment to start playing. 

You’re talking with Sarah who is in front of you when Alison catches your attention by hitting your ribs. You look at your friend, brows furrowed whilst she makes a sign to look at the other side. At the same moment you’re turning your head, Natasha is in front of you and Bradley starts playing Great Ball Of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis. Instantly, people start dancing and Natasha gives you her hand with a smile.

“Wanna dance ?”

As a simple answer, you take her hand, you stand up from your chair and follow Natasha who is bringing you to the piano, your friends on your heels. You sing alone with Bradley while Natasha and you dance without a care in the world. You’re laughing and spinning each other until the last note of the song. 

Once Bradley finishes singing, Natasha keeps your hand in hers. You stare at each other with a huge smile on your face.

“I didn’t know you were back. You haven’t texted me.” you state, still surprised.

“I was going to, I’ve just arrived.”

“How long are you here for?”

“Three weeks.”

“So we have a bit more time. We should make up for the lost time. I hope I’ll be able to give you back your jacket, though I have to admit, I’d like to keep it, but you can always come to my place to try to have it back.” you propose with a flirty look.

“I will. At least, this time, I’ll be sure you won’t be sneaking off.” Natasha laughs and you roll your eyes, faking being mad.

“You’re never gonna let this go, are you?”

“I won’t.”

In spite of yourself, your heart melts when you look at Natasha’s mischievous smile. You don’t want to admit it but you missed her. You really thought you had forgotten about her, you were far from the truth. Yet, it seems like you weren’t the only one. You’re glad to see you’ve affected her as much as she’s affected you, though you didn’t want to grow attached to someone that quickly.

However, you leave your mixed feelings behind you for the rest of the night, enjoying this moment with Natasha and getting to know her a bit more. 

Like six months ago, after some flirty comments, Natasha finds her way in your bed, your arms around her body.

Message from Natasha to you, 9:05 P.M.:

Hey, I’m back in town. Are you free tonight?

You look at Natasha’s text for several minutes, not knowing what to answer. You are, indeed, free tonight though, you don’t know if it’s a good idea. Since your reunion at the Hard Deck three months ago, you’ve seen each other several times and you have to confess your feelings for her are getting stronger.

At first, you thought it was just an innocent crush, however, she haunts your mind and you’re just waiting for the moment where you’ll see her again. Sure, your relationship is more physical than emotional but you’re gladly taking anything she wants to give you. Despite of yourself, she’s managed to leave her name on your lips and you yearn for the feeling of her body in your arms. You wish you could have more, though you’re pretty sure she doesn’t. You should keep your distance with Natasha, it’d be better. Like this, you’ll avoid a heartbreak again, especially considering your relationship is non-existent. 

You have to lie to her and say you can’t see her. It’s better for you. That’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to stay far away from her.

You didn’t stay far away from her for long.

Without knowing how, you found yourself in Natasha’s hotel room, your clothes found themselves on the floor and you found each other in the bed. A part of you is cursing at you for not listening to your rational side but currently, it’s the least of your worries.

In Natasha’s arms, you discuss several things and you realise if given a chance, you could have a beautiful love story. You have a lot of things in common and your views about the world and the future are similar. You could have had a great future with Natasha. However, after every intimate moment spent together, Natasha reminds you that it’ll never be more than nights shared together.

“I’m glad we’ve met, you know,” Natasha starts, holding you tighter against her, “because of my work, it’s always been complicated to form relationships but with you, it’s easy, peaceful. We don’t want anything serious so what we have is enough.”

“Yes, it's good. I’m enjoying every moment of my single life for the first time.” you affirm, hiding your disappointment.

“You know, the day you’ll meet someone who’s worth it, you can tell me. I’ll understand if you don’t want us to talk anymore.”

“Same goes for you.”

“You don’t have to worry about this.”

“You don’t want a serious relationship? Like, ever?” you question, looking her right in the eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want one, it’s just that it’s easier like this. I could never truly give to the other person the relationship they’d deserve so I don’t want to waste my time. Besides, long-distance relationships aren’t my thing and I can’t ask for the person to give everything up for me.” she states like it was obvious.

“But some people find a right balance between work and their lovelife.”

“You’re right. I just don’t know if I’ll find the right person one day.”

Hearing her sentence, your heart tightens in your chest. Natasha just gave you a good reminder. You really have to distance yourself from her. She doesn’t want anything serious and even if she wanted to, you’re not a person she fancies. She looked you right in the eyes and told you she hasn’t found the person worth having a relationship with. 

You’re holding back your tears as best as you can while your eyes are on hers. As soon as you realise you won’t be able to do it any longer, you clear your throat before getting up from the bed and picking up your stuff from the floor.

“I…I have to go. I'm going to work early tomorrow.” you inform, putting on your tee-shirt.

“We can go to sleep now if you want.”

“No, I need to get home. I don’t have my stuff here.”

“Can we see each other in the next few days?”

“I don’t think so, I’m quite busy,” you lie, zipping up the fly of your pants. “I… bye.” you stutter.

You don’t give Natasha the time to say goodbye to you and run away from her hotel room. You search for your car keys in your bag as the tears are gathering in your eyes. They start running down your cheeks once you leave the parking lot.

You knew it. You knew it would end up in a heartbreak if you continued and it didn’t stop you. Why do you have such a fragile heart? Why do you have to get attached to people so easily? Why can’t you keep an emotional distance? Natasha seems to handle things just fine so why not you?

Once you’re at home, your tears have stopped though, your cheeks are still wet. You get ready to go to sleep and before you can lay down on your bed, you take your phone. You’re about to open your contacts when you get a text from Natasha.

Message from Natasha to you, 00:30 A.M.:

I hope we’ll have more time next time :) 

You don’t have the strength to answer. Reluctantly, you delete the conversation and her number - not without doubting for several seconds. You put down your phone and try to fall asleep despite your heart being broken into a thousand pieces.

Four months have passed since your last time with Natasha and you are more or less over it. 

Except if you consider your current state, you could say you’re still hurting. Saying you were drunk would be an understatement. You don't know how many drinks you’ve had but you know if you try to walk, you’ll fall. And all of this because of one damn message. Technically, you could have disregarded it. You don’t have Natasha’s number anymore so the sender was shown as an unknown number and the text wasn’t saying anything special. Her text was a simple and innocent “hey 😘” but it was enough for you to know who it was and to hurt you even more. You felt like you were finally moving on and your reaction proves you it was just a feeling. 

You’re alone at the table even if you came with your friend Sarah. She’s currently dancing with a man she just met. At first, she didn’t want to leave you alone, knowing you were drowning your sorrows. However, you promised her she could have fun without feeling guilty whilst you were ordering your sixth drink. 

You’re staring at your hands who are holding your drink while you’re lost in your thoughts. You should have never started this fling with Natasha. This sentence is playing continually in your mind since you left the hotel room four months ago.

The day after your last time, you went to meet your friends and you told them how sad you were whilst they were holding you in their arms. Both of them affirmed you had to move on, the very thought you feared. A part of you was hoping they’d encourage you to fight for your potential story with Natasha. Unfortunately, your friends were realistic.

You slowly keep drinking when you feel a presence next to you. Turning your head, you find Natasha and you think maybe you shouldn’t finish your drink. You’re in such an inebriated state that you start having hallucinations. You didn’t think it was possible. 

“Hey, how are you?”

Maybe it’s not a hallucination after all. Natasha’s voice seems real.

“Oh, hi!” you exclaim, trying to be casual.

“I take this as it’s not your first drink.”

“Well, it’s possible. Probable.”

“Don’t you think you should go home? Did you come alone?” she questions, searching for one of your friends.

“With Sarah.”

“Do you want me to bring you home?”

“No, I’m gonna wait for Sarah.” you quickly reply, remembering you need to keep your distance.

“She seems busy.” Natasha notes, looking at your friend. “Wait here.”

Natasha walks away from you and goes to Sarah before you can’t stop her. You see her talking and your friend looking at you before reluctantly nodding. Quickly, Natasha comes back to you and takes your drink away from your hands. You’re about to complain when she helps you to stand up.

“Come on, we’re going home.”

“But I have to go home with Sarah.” you oppose.

“I told her I’ll bring you home.” she informs, surprising you.

“She agreed?”

You wouldn’t have thought Sarah would have accepted, knowing she keeps saying how you absolutely have to forget Natasha. Your state must be more pathetic than you thought.

“Considering how drunk you are, we agreed it’d be better to bring you home now. Come on.”

You don’t have the strength to fight back so you give in and follow Natasha in her car. Once you’re buckled up, Natasha starts the vehicle. Your head resting against the car window, you contemplate the night, your mind all fuzzy.

After a few minutes, you tear your gaze away from the night sky and look at Natasha. You admire every inch of her skin whilst she’s focused on the road.

“You really are beautiful.” you state straight away.

“Oh, huh, thanks.” Natasha replies, embarrassed.

“How can you be so beautiful? And that’s not it! You’re also intelligent, funny and you have so many other qualities.”

“Why do I feel like you’re accusing me of something?” she asks, hearing your tone full of reproach.

“Because if you were less perfect it’d be easier.”

“I’m far from perfect. And what do you mean by ‘it’d be easier’?”

“Stop the car.” you retort, feeling the need to throw up.

“What?”

“Stop the car! Pull up!”

She just has the time to stop the car that you’re already outside. You can only take two steps before throwing up. Natasha quickly comes behind you and holds back your hair. Once you’ve finished vomiting, you breathe for a few seconds before standing up, a shameful expression on your face.

“Sorry, that was not sexy.”

“It’s okay. You’re feeling any better?” she worries, examining your face.

“Puking helped.”

“Here.” Natasha says, giving you a tissue. “I think I have a bottle of water in my car and some mints, do you want some?”

“Yes, please.”

While you’re wiping your mouth, Natasha goes to grab the bottle and the mints. As soon as she hands you the bottle, you rinse your mouth before taking a mint. You don’t move for a few minutes, wanting to make sure your stomach won’t empty itself again.

“You feel ready to go?” she questions, stroking your cheek.

“I think so but drive slowly, it’s safer.”

“Tell me if you need to stop again.”

Delicately, Natasha takes your hand and accompanies you to the car. This time, you stay silent the whole ride. You’re focused on the landscape and Natasha doesn’t dare to disturb your mind. As the road goes on, your eyelids get heavier and you end up falling asleep.

The moment Natasha arrives at your place, she slowly wakes you up. You lightly groan before opening your eyes. Natasha helps you to go to your door whilst you’re still asleep on your feet. She brings you to your bathroom where she helps you to get ready to go to bed - and where you can finally brush your teeth. You get into your bed whilst Natasha carefully puts the sheet on you. She’s about to leave when you squeeze her hand.

“Stay.” you mutter with sleepy eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m staying here, I’m just gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Please, stay with me.” you insist, trying to bring her to you.

“Are you sure about this?”

As a simple answer, you nod. Natasha takes her shoes and her pants off, leaving her only with her underwear and her tee-shirt, before joining you in the bed. Laying down next to you, you search for Natasha’s hand. She understands what you want and puts her hand on your waist, pressing your back against her torso. At her touch, you let go of a peaceful sigh.

“By the way, I really need to give you your jacket back.” you say with a sleepy voice. “I can’t keep it just like I shouldn’t have you this close to me.” you resume, making her frown. “I care about you, you know. More than I should. I like you, Nat’.”

Upon these words, you fall asleep. Behind you, Natasha wonders if she heard you right and more specifically if you meant it. After all, it might just be the effect of alcohol? Though, she can’t stop a smile from forming on her face before holding you closer to her.

The following morning, you wake up with one of the biggest hangovers you’ve ever had. You’ve definitely reached the age where you can’t drink as much without the after-effects. You slowly open your eyes, fearing the daylight might burn them. Thankfully, there is just enough light to see without hurting you. Glancing at your night stand, you find a glass of water and a medicine which you take without an ounce of hesitation after you sit down.

As soon as you put down the glass, the bathroom door opens on Natasha, making your eyebrows furrowed. You don’t recall going home with her. Seeing the panic in your eyes, Natasha gets closer to you with a reassuring smile. 

“Nothing happened. I just helped you to get home.”

“Oh, okay. What about Sarah? Does she know…”

“She knows, yes. I warned her before we left. How are you feeling today?” Natasha asks, sitting in front of you in the bed.

“Like I had too much to drink last night.” you laugh and she does the same.

“I can imagine. Do you remember anything about last night?”

“Huh, some parts, but…”

You stop mid-sentence as you try to remember what happened. Some moments are more blurry than the others, however one of them is very clear. Your confession before you fell asleep. The heat gets to your cheeks and your hands get clammy. You hope with your whole heart Natasha didn’t hear anything. However, her pointing look makes you understand your hopes are vain.

“Tell me I didn’t say that. Can we pretend like I didn’t say anything?”

“Why?” she asks, confused.

“Because it’s embarrassing and because it could never work between us.”

“Who said it couldn’t work?”

“You did.” you state as if it was obvious. “You said you didn’t want a serious relationship or a long distance one.”

“Is that why you haven’t been answering my texts?”

“What would have come out of it anyway? Besides breaking my heart.” you say, avoiding her gaze. “I know I told you I didn’t want anything serious when we started seeing each other and it was true at first but I like spending time with you, being next to you, listening to you talk even though I know I shouldn’t. I should have stopped what we had when my feelings changed. I’d understand if you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” you whisper, tearing up.

“Y/N…” she starts, taking your hand. “I’m sorry for giving you the impression I didn’t want you. I panicked the second I realised my feelings for you. I thought you didn’t want anything serious so I kept my distance whilst staying close to you and in doing so I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry. But I do want a serious relationship with you. No matter if there is the distance, I want to try with you because you’re worth it. I care about you.” Natasha confesses, making you look up at her.

“Don’t say this to make me feel better. I was drunk when I said it and-”

Natasha’s lips are on yours before you can add another word. Surprised, you need a second before kissing her back. Natasha’s hands find their way to your hips whilst yours get lost in her hair. You kiss each other for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. You keep your eyes closed for a bit longer, enjoying the feeling. It might not be your first kiss with Natasha yet, this one feels different from the ones you shared before.

“Do you believe me now when I tell you I like you too or do you need more proof?”

“I think I need more proof, yes.” you smile with heart eyes.

“Well, in that case…” Natasha resumes before pressing her lips on yours once more.

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"only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Song: Dress by Taylor Swift

Pairing: bob floyd x reader (afab)

Warning(s): Allusions to smut (not written) & Aftercare

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: Y/N had just moved to Miramar and was invited to the Navy Ball in San Diego by her roommate. Soon when the both of them arrived, Y/N was met with a face she hasn't seen in a long time.

Backing away from the full length mirror, I admired the dress I picked out a few days ago. The muted gold beaded dress hugged my waist in all the right ways. With it being off the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline, it showed the right amount of chest without it being too scandalous.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I looked over to see my roommate, Natasha, entering my room.

“Are you sure? I mean is this appropriate for a naval ball?” I turned to face her.

“Yes, all heads will turn to you when you enter the ballroom,” she reassured me. “Who knows? Maybe a navy man will approach you and you end up going on a date with him, but if it’s Hangman, straight up reject him.”

I laughed at what she said. “Nat, I just moved here two weeks ago, I’m not looking for a relationship yet.”

Ever since I moved to San Diego two weeks ago, I’ve been more focused on my teaching job. I work at the local high school near a navy base as a science teacher. I was hired when the school year already started so I've been catching my students up since the substitute teacher they had barely got them learning.

“Well, the Lyft is almost here, you should finish getting ready,” she told me before leaving my room.

Slipping on a pair of gold heels, I grabbed my clutch and double checked the inside to see if I had all of the things I needed. Closing it, I walked out of my room and walked out of the house with Natasha after she locked the front door. Getting into the car, our driver started to drive us to the US Grant hotel.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine,” Natasha squeezed my hand. “All of the Dagger Squad is going to love you.”

We soon pulled up to the hotel and saw a bunch of naval higher ups in their uniforms with their plus ones. I’m pretty sure that I also saw some politicians entering the hotel. Natasha and I soon walked in and headed to the ballroom entrance where we showed our identifications along with invites.

When we walked in, I started to feel overwhelmed. Many members of the Navy and their plus ones filled the room while a live band played music.

“Oh, I see them!” Natasha started to drag me to where her friends were. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

I was soon met with two dark skinned men, one with a buzzcut, another one with a somewhat porno mustache, and one who looked like a real life Ken doll. She soon started to introduce me to them with their actual names and call signs. More of the members came and I was introduced to them along with her captain and his husband.

“Guess who finally showed up,” Jake announced. “How long does it take to get a soda?”

“Y/N, meet-” I looked over to see who came and I froze.

“Robbie?” His name fell out of my mouth.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I walked up and hugged him.

“It has.” He returned my hug.

“Wait, is this the Robbie you told me about?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Are we missing something here?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah, did you and Baby on Board used to have a thing or?” Jake asked.

“Baby on Board?” A confused look formed on my face when I heard the name he gave Robbie.

“No, we used to be childhood friends back in North Carolina,” Robbie explained.

“Yeah we’ve lived in the same neighborhood until I had to move to Arizona because my dad got a new job,” I nodded and pointed to Natasha. “That’s where I met Natasha.”

“And we’ve been inseparable until we had to leave for college.” Nat wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It took me some convincing to get her to move down here.”

“Well, I had to finish both of my masters,” I told her.

“Two masters?” Admiral Kazansky raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, one in mechanical engineering and one in physics, but I also have a teaching credential for physics.” I smiled proudly.

“Do you mind if we continue this conversation while I get myself another drink?” The admiral asked me.

“I don’t mind at all Admiral,” I answered while linking arms with him.

While on our walk to the bar, he started asking me questions about my studies and why I double majored. I also talked about my time studying my undergrad at Cal Poly and getting my masters/teaching credential at the University of San Francisco. 

Throughout our conversation, I glanced at the other side of the room to see Robbie talking to some of his squadron members. We would send each other a smile if we made eye contact with each other.

Soon a familiar tune filled my ears and the room. Placing my drink down on the bar, I faced the admiral.

“Excuse me sir, but I have to do something,” I excused sir.

“It’s no problem, also call me Tom.” He smiled and I nodded my head.

Hurrying myself to the other side of the room, I made my way to where Robbie was. When I saw him leaning against the wall as he listened to his friends, a smile came onto our faces as lyrics started to echo through the room. Handing his drink to Ruben, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor as Come On Eileen played. (A/N I just imagine the dance scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower) We started to do the dance routine that we created when we were kids whenever this song played through the stereo. We continued to dance to the song and sang out the lyrics.

“Wow, it’s been a while since we last did that,” I caught my breath after he dipped me and we moved to a slow dancing position.

“I’m surprised that we still remember it,” he chuckled.

“After the amount of times we perform this dance in front of our families, I would be surprised if we don't remember the moves,” I looked up at him.

He still had the same face from what I remembered as a little kid, but it was more defined. He was still the shy and reserved kid that I knew of as I grew up.

“Hey, wanna head out?” He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He led me off the dance floor and went to his squad.

“It’s been great meeting you all. I hope we get to see each other again,” I told everyone.

They all said their goodbyes and Robbie and I left the hotel ballroom. As Robbie and I waited for the valet to bring his wrangler around, I felt him put his coat over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them. Leaning against him, I looked up at him and gave a smile. Soon the wrangler was pulled up and he helped me into the car. Getting into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and untied the tie he was wearing.

During the drive to Natasha and I’s house, we were sharing stories and memories from our childhood. He also explained the reason why Jake called him Baby on Board sometimes. I laughed at the stories that he had with his crew. I guess he’s glad that he’s permanently stationed here with his crew.

Pulling up in front of the house, he got out of the driver’s seat and helped me out of the car. Walking me up to the door, we stood there for a moment, waiting to see what happens next.

“Thanks for taking me home,” I thanked him.

“No problem, it’s nice seeing you again,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at the ground and blushed.

I soon felt his fingers touch my chin and moved my head to face him. Don’t know the reason why but I started to feel my heart begin to race as my stomach fluttered. Leaning my head in as his did, our lips touched and moved. It continued for a few more seconds as it got more passionate until we detached, looking at each other with a blush on our faces.

“Did that just?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did,” he nodded his head.

“Well, I should head in now,” I told him and grabbed my house key from my clutch.

Unlocking it, I pushed open the door and walked into the house without closing the door. I tossed my clutch on the kitchen island and started my walk down the hallway to my room. Hearing the sound of Robbie’s footsteps entering the house, I looked over my shoulder a little and gave him a wink. Entering my room, I took off my heels and started to unzip the back of my dress.

“Need help with that?” I heard Robbie’s voice enter my room.

“Please,” I answered despite me not needing any help.

Chills were sent throughout my body as I felt his breath hit my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. I bit the inside of my lip as he started to place kisses down my neck. With my dress off, leaving me in my undergarments, I turned and started to kiss him as he led me to my bed.

*Aftercare*

Tangled up in my bed sheets, Robbie laid flat on his back while I laid my head on his chest. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other drew circles on my thigh.

“Imagine if we told younger us that we’ll be in this situation,” I chuckled, looking up at him.

“I feel they would be grossed out,” he let out a laugh. “I miss this, I miss us hanging out with each other.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It sucked that we weren’t able to keep in contact with each other.”

He nodded his head and hummed in agreement. “But hey, we got to see each other again even though it took over ten years.”

“True,” I laughed.

“I know I already said that you look beautiful but that dress on you is amazing,” he complimented me.

“Well, I should buy that dress in other colors if it makes you do this,” I smirked as I gestured to us in bed.

“Nah, anything you wear can make me feel like this,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“This isn’t going to affect our friendship right?” I asked him.

“I already lost you once, not losing you again,” he said while pulling me closer to him.

I smiled and laid my head on his chest letting out a yawn. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

*The Morning After*

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see Robbie still sleeping. Smiling to myself and last night’s events, I quietly got out of bed and threw on his dress shirt. Walking out of my room, I walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Natasha standing there with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.

“So, my backseater huh?” She asked.

“Shush,” I blushed a little while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Hey, just saying he’s a really good guy but you already know that,” she told me.

Soon we heard footsteps revealing Robbie in his boxers and hair disheveled.

“Yeah, he really is.”

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[punishereditz]

I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him

Pairing: Natasha Trace x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut with very little plot. Mentions of a toxic relationship. Cheating (don't do it). Breast play. Nipple play. Fingering. Thigh riding. Finger sucking. Dirty talk. Praise kink.

AN: If you've read any stories by me, then you know I include music in 95% of my stories. So, you know I had to write a story with this song and Phoenix.

Summary: When Natasha learns that your boyfriend didn't show up, leaving you alone. She decides to take the matter into her own hands.

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You sat there alone at a table in the corner of the ballroom that echoed with music, laughter and conversations that people carried on. The huge room was so alive, expect for you in your little corner. Which, you were glad that it was in the back, away from everyone so no one would see how you were embarrassed and furious.

Your Navy boyfriend was supposed to meet you here, at one of his events, might you add, hours ago and he is nowhere in sight. And to make it all better, he is ignoring all of your text and calls.

For the first hour, you tried to wait it out, hoping he was just running late, something happened with his car. Anything. The second hour you were getting annoyed and trying to contact him. But on the third hour, now when the event is almost over, your beyond furious and the more you sit there and think about your boyfriend, the madder you got. You try to not think about what he could possibly be doing to have missed an event like this, leaving you high and dry.

But that thought weighs on you, and you swear you're going to break the Marti glass, you're gripping it so tightly. You called for an uber about 15 minutes ago, and you thought you might as well drink while you wait for it. And you thought that no one could notice you, but Phoenix did. When she walked away from the dance flow, she saw you sitting there with your head down. She could tell that something was really bothering you.

So, she straightened her dress whites out and made her way over to you. Standing over the table. She looked down at you, "May I ask why you have been sitting alone here all night?" She speaks up. Your attention going up to her.

"I was waiting for my boyfriend." You answer honestly. You considered lying, but you didn't see the point in it, truthfully.

"Well, how long have you been waiting?" Her eyebrows furrowed and she rest her hand on the seat next to you.

"Three hours." You put on a smile.

"Damn." She shakes her head. "May I?" She gestures to the seat. You nod and she sits in the seat by you.

Her eyes examine your body. Your hair is in perfect curls that hit right at your chin. The black off-the-shoulder dress you wear hugs your curves perfectly, the slit in the dress showing off your legs, and the very low neckline showing off your breast that all but shines in the chandelier light.

Who the fuck would leave a woman like you alone all night? She thought to herself. And as she was looking at that little black dress of yours, you were looking at her uniform. The way her dress whites somehow made her look so much more confident and intimating than she already is. The way her hips looked in those pants and the outline of her breast in the suit jacket. The dixie cup somehow making her cheekbones and jawline look even sharper than they already are.

"Do you have a ride home?" Her question snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Um, yes ma'am. I called an uber about 20 minutes ago. It should be here anytime now."

She crosses her legs. Trying to get some friction from the wetness that is growing. Hearing you say 'yes ma'am' doing something to her.

You didn't think anything about it when you said it. Your use to saying it, saying it around your family, and around those who serve. You have always made sure to show respect to others.

"Come on. I'm not letting you pay for that overpriced shit." She stands up. Holding her hand out to you. Waiting for you to take her hand. But you only stare up at her confused.

"No, no, I can't. I already called for the-" You try to explain, but she won't hear you out.

"Get up." She demands. You gulp, taking a deep breath, staring up at her. But finally, you take her hand. Standing up. You follow her out of the ballroom that slowly starts to die down, and out to her car, where she opens the door for you.

As she pulls out of the parking lot of the building, making her way to your apartment. She fights the urge to rest her hand on your thigh. But she can't resist the questions that she wants to ask you. To express her mind.

"Dick move of your boyfriend, uh? Leaving you all alone like that." She speaks. Her words catching you off guard. Your surprised she went out and said it. Yes, you're thinking it, but you didn't expect her to go out and say it.

"Yes, you could say that. I'm used to it by now though." Your strangely comfortable around her. You feel secure in her presence. The words just flow from you when you're with her. Things you normally wouldn't say with others, you say with her.

"You shouldn't have to be used to it." She scoffs. It really bothers her. Your situation. She's afraid that if she saw your boyfriend right now, she would not be responsible for what she might say or do to him.

"You deserve better than him." She pauses for a moment. Her grip on the steering wheel tightening. "A guy like that would be stupid to treat a beautiful woman like you that way." She didn't mean for words to be so flirtatious, but they were. And now you're the one who is crossing your legs to get some friction. Heat creeping up to your cheeks.

Phoenix comes to a stop. Parked in front of the building you live at. Only being a quick 10-minute drive. She turns to you, and you keep your head down. Avoiding her stare. She looks you up and down. Slowly analyzing your body language. Your chest is rising and falling, your breath heavy. Your cheeks red, your hands fidgeting, and your legs squeezed together tightly. Without thinking, her imperious confidence takes over, and she rest her hand on your knee. Leaning closer to you. She watches you squirm.

"I could be a better boyfriend than him." Her voice is rasp as she whispers the sinful words in your ear. Your breath hitches and you turn your head so that you are face to face with her. Your lips hovering over hers. The butterflies in your stomach and the heat in-between your legs growing.

You know right now you should pull away. Pull away before you take it too far. Before it is too late to take it back. But fuck, her hand keeps inching up your thigh and she looks so good in that uniform. You want her so badly, but you know it is wrong and that has you question everything.

Earlier when you said that this wasn't the first time he hasn't showed up, it was not a lie. Your relationship with him has been toxic. You have been questioning your relationship with him for a while now. You've been unhappy, and the two of you are always getting into fights, and right now, Natasha isn't helping the situation because as her hand gently squeezes your thigh, you strongly consider officially breaking it off with your boyfriend. She would be a better boyfriend than him.

Fuck it. You close the very short distance between the two of you. Kissing her. Your hands going to the side of her face. Pulling her impossible closer. Her tongue teases your bottom lip and before she does anything else or let you do anything; she pulls away from you. Getting out of the car, she races over to your side. Opening your door. You jump out. Taking her hand and leading her up to your apartment.

When you get to your door, you can't get it unlocked fast enough. But when you get the door open and both get in your apartment, she closes it behind her. Pining you down to the door. Your hands pined above your head with her strong grip. Her free hand going to your breast and lightly squeezing them while kissing you. Her tongue teasing yours.

She pulls away. Her mouth going to your bare shoulder. Kissing along your skin. Biting at your neck and when she gets up to your jawline, and sucks right under your ear at your weak spot, you moan. Slightly arching your back off of the door. Your breast pressing against hers.

When she moves away from your neck and looks down at body, she is annoyed at how covered you are. But she quickly changes that. She moves the hand that was pining you down. Going to your back, quickly finding the zipper, she pulls it down. Her hands going to the sleeves, pushing them down. As she pulls your dress down, you kiss her again, not being able to get enough of her lips. Your hands go to her hat. Taking it off and tossing it to the side. Then your hands make quick work to take her jacket off and start unbuttoning her shirt, but she stops you. Having other plans in mind.

"Let's finish this in the bedroom baby." She pants and without hesitation, you guide her to your bedroom. And when you enter the room, she quickly takes charge. "Sit at the edge of the bed." You do as she says.

She stands in front of you. Looking down at you, her lips grow into a grin. She holds your chin. Tilting your head up a little more. She takes her thumb, rubbing your bottom lip with it. "Look at you..." She looks from your lips, down to your figure. "Being such a good girl for me." Her words make you weak.

She lets go of your chin. Her hands going to her shirt. Finishing unbuttoning the shirt agonizingly slow. When she gets it off, she slowly unzips her pants. Putting a show on for you. When you try to touch her, she stops you. Leaning you back on the bed. She starts to leave kisses down your neck. Sure to turn into marks later. She continues to work her way down. Kissing all along your chest. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. She lightly bites at it, then sucks on it. Her hand rubbing and pitching the other one in time with her tongue.

She moves her mouth to your other breast. Giving it the same amount of attention as the other. Sucking, biting, and licking at it. Making you moan and pant. Arching your back. Leaning into her mouth. Your walls clenching around nothing. Your hips bucking against her hips.

"I'm going to make you feel so good." She mumbles against your skin. Kissing down your stomach. She gets down on her knees in front of you. You lean up on your elbows, so you can see her. Looking down at her as she removes your heels. Kissing your ankles. She kisses up your legs, and when she gets to your thighs, you try to squeeze them shut, but she pries them open. "Lift." You do so, lifting your hips for her and she slides your underwear down.

Her hands going to your thighs to keep your legs spread wide for her. She wastes absolutely no time and dives into your pussy as if she was Olympic swimmer. She licks up your folds. Savoring the taste of you, moaning against you as if she just ate the most delicious meal she has ever had. She teases your entrance with her tongue. Flicking it against you.

Her lips wrapping around your clit. Sucking on it. You gasp. Your hand going to the back of her head. Gripping her hair. You buck your hips into her face. Her hand coming up and holding you still. With her other hand. She takes her two middle fingers. Rubbing circles on your entrance before she slides them. Curling them up. She pulls them out, then curls them back in. Fucking you with her fingers. Teasing your g-spot.

"Oh, Natasha!" You moan out her name when she matches the speed of her mouth on your clit with the speed of fingers. Your stomach tightens. Your walls clenching around her fingers. Your so close. "I'm, uh, I'm not going... going to last much longer." You spoke through moans. Trying to buck your hips, her grip was tight on you. Holding you still.

"Go ahead and come for me baby." The vibrations of her words against your swollen clit sends you over the edge. The push you needed for your climax to release all over her fingers and mouth. Her movements start to slow down. Riding you off of your high. When your body starts to relax, and your breathing starts to slow a little. She leans over you.

"Open your mouth." You part your lips for her. She pushes her cum coated fingers into your mouth and you gladly take them. Swirling your tongue around them. You moan against her fingers. Sucking it all off. She pulls them out.

You move back on the bed. Your hands going up to her bra, you unhook it. Throwing it over your shoulder. Your hands move down her body until you are sliding your fingers in the band of her underwear. Looking up at her as you take them off. You lean back on the headboard. Pulling her onto your lap, resting her wet core against your thigh. You massage and play with her breast, gently kissing her nipple. You take it into your mouth. Lightly sucking it. You swear, if she would let you, you would do this for hours. You are obsessed with her boobs and how they fit so perfectly in your hands.

When you start sucking her other nipple, you moan against her, your thigh tensing under her, and when it does. Her hand flies up to headboard for support. Cursing and moaning. You lean up. Looking at her closed eyes.

"You like that sweetheart?" You do it again. Watching her arch her back and moan your name. "Does my thigh feel good?" Now you were the one in control and you loved it. Seeing this strong, confident woman moan and lose it over you.

You place your fingers under her chin, tilting it up. Making her look up at you. "Go ahead love. Ride my thigh. Make yourself feel good." She grinds down on your thigh. Starting to move her hips back and forth and you watch her boobs bounce in your face. If you could, you would take a picture of her just like this. She looks perfect as she gets off on your thigh, moaning your name, your hands massaging her breast. You honestly believe that this is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

Right now, you regret nothing. And if your being honest, your glad. Your happy you're doing this, because right now, watching her ride your thigh, you've never been happier. You haven't been this happy or been able to feel this good when you were with your boyfriend. All it took was Phoenix. She gave you more tonight, in these few hours than he has given you in your whole relationship. You just suck her tits, enjoying the show. Her moans become louder and her thrust getting faster.

"That's it. Make a mess all over me. Be a good girl and make a mess and come all over my thigh." You slide your hand between your thigh and her cunt. Rubbing harsh, fast circles on her clit. Sending her over the edge as she shouts your name. Gripping your shoulders. She comes all over your thigh, and you can't help but smile. Her thrusts starting to slow down as you let her ride her high off.

She comes to a stop. Leaning down and kissing you. When you pull away. You take your finger, scooping up some of the cum on your leg and sucking it off of your finger and she watches you. She stands up, taking your hand, helping you stand. She kisses you deeply. Leading you to the bathroom where the two of you shower off. And she stays with you all night.

#Spotify #monica barbaro #phoenix smut #natasha trace #natasha trace smut #natasha phoenix trace #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun smut #top gun imagine #top gun fandom #top gun fic #top gun one shot #top gun maverick imagine #dagger squad

[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

featuring natasha (phoenix) trace

mommy kink (n): where a female likes to take the place of a dominant figure in the relationship, relating to the figurehead title of mommy.

nsfw!

note ; I HAVE BEEN FEENING TO WRITE FOR THIS WOMAN FOR SO LONG SLSKSLD BEWARE THIS IS HORNKNEE

warnings ; oral (female receiving), mommy kink

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“Fuck, I missed you.”

The words roll off her tongue with so much conviction that you don’t second-guess them. You don’t question why your spine is pressing against one of the many lumps in your mattress, thighs spread wide as her face is buried in between your soaking cunt, her tongue fucking in and out of you incessantly, enough to make you never question anything again.

You’re grasping at anything; her brunette tresses, the white sheets that still smell like her from the last time she was over, your own skin as you dig your fingernails into the flesh roughly. Her warm breath fanning against your thighs makes it hard for you to breathe, to coherently form a thought or sentence that doesn’t have to do with how good you feel. She brings you to the brink of your orgasm only to reel you back in. You’re so eager, so ready for her like always. Just a phone call away.

That’s the thing about fucking your ex — it’s easy to get caught up in the pattern of familiarity. The consistency of it all.

And you like to think you have a little more power than that, that you won’t fold every time you see her at The Hard Deck, every time she sends a glance over your way that signals you’re leaving with her. But, the pattern of familiarity keeps you looped in, ropes you in with its nostalgia and stupid, stupid feelings. You want to smash it in the face until it’s blue.

But for now, you’ll settle for the feeling of her fingers fucking in and out of your dripping core, tongue lapping furiously at your clitoris.

“God, you taste so good,” She murmurs against your skin, looks up at you to catch a glimpse of you losing yourself; your chest heaving, eyes squeezed tight, hair tousled. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”

You blink your eyes open, world foggy and glassy until you focus on on her smug gaze, her brown eyes that linger over you with a sense of complacency. The sense of sarcasm in her tone makes you want to scream, yell, escape from under her touch, but instead, you stay put. You’re used to her banter, the way she makes fun of you in bed and tells you you’re just her little slut. At that moment, you think she might be right: instead of arguing with her, you push her head back onto your cunt, sighing in relief when she just laughs to herself and licks up your needy folds.

You’re right there with her, can almost taste the release that’s been burning within you since you dialed her number earlier tonight. Thoughts empty. Vision blurry. Phoenix knows you so well, she always has, can tell when you’re on that edge when you start biting your lip furiously and moaning out lewd profanities. “Fuck, fuck, please. Please don’t stop, Mommy —“

She pauses. Looks up. Brown eyes a haze. Glint of your juices on her chin.

Your eyes shoot open. You know you’ve made a grave mistake when she just stares at you, not a smirk or rude comment in sight.

The last time you called her that, you two were were in a healthy, committal relationship. Now, that pet name feels foreign, feels like poison rolling off your tongue, feels like the simulation has been poked and prodded.

“I’m sorry —“

“Don’t you dare apologize.”

“Phoeni —“

“Say it again.” Her tone is punishing, almost formidable. You blink a few times, her eyes stagnant as they stare into yours, silently pleading.

You shouldn’t say it again. You know that. It’ll open a can of worms that needs to stay put and locked away in your old apartment you two shared off-base. But there’s a deadweight that sits in between your ribcages, at the nostalgia, at the familiarity of it all. You inhale a deep breath, whine out, “Mommy, please. I want to cum.”

“Jesus,” is all she can muster out.

Her head dives back in between your thighs, your legs clamping to the sides of her head like earmuffs. You can feel the juices dripping down onto the sheets, the ones that are infiltrated with her scent, and with the way she’s fucking her index and pointer finger into you, she’s on a mission of her own. She hooks them upwards, and your body jolts forward, your toes tingling and eyes rolling backwards as you feel her take you apart limb by limb.

Somewhere below you, ten feet under, she says, “How bad do you want it?”

“I-I, yes, fuck, I want it. I need it so bad, mommy,” And you’re tugging on her hair, giving her a silent approval, telling her it’s okay, that you can handle what she can give you, what no one else can give you.

She assaults your clitoris with her lips, a mess of juices and spit, dribbling down her chin as she works feverishly for you, the only girl she’ll ever love as long as she lives. The throb from inside your walls is incessant, feel it clench around her fingers. Your mouth goes dry, tongue feels like a wet mush inside you, and your senses are so heightened you swear you feel yourself ascend to the ceiling.

The burn in your abdomen is now a fire that can’t be put out, her tongue still fucking you as you cum on her, legs trembling against her ears. She smirks against you, and you feel her lips curl upwards. You can’t pull yourself out of the state you’re in. You just lay there, like a fish out of water, trying to maintain your breathing and the last shred of dignity you have left. She wipes her lips off with her index finger, sucking it off to taste the remainder of your fluids.

Once your aching body has finally succumbed to a sense of normalcy, she curls up next to you on one of your lone pillows. You haven’t spoken in a few minutes, but you prefer it that way. There’s so much you want to say, so much you need to protest, because you know it’s not fair to keep going back to her based off a wish you’re making upon a star, a wish you know won’t come true: the hope that she’ll change for you. Your gaze is still firmly planted on the ceiling when you speak, “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Shut up,” She rolls her eyes.

You’ll see her again next week. Same time.

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[spidey-d00d]

Always Been Her (Rooster x Reader)

Rooster x Reader

Summary: In which, Bradley left you hurting more than ever, along with your best friend, Phoenix.

Word Count: 4k TW: ANGST, heartbreak, cheating, Phoenix being the bad guy (IM SORRY I LOVE HER SM), Jake being the best best friend, this is literally just self-projection, based off of a true story! unedited work because since when do I ever edit my work

A/N: Hi! Sorry this one took me a little while, I've been absolutely exhausted lately and it's only going to get worse lol. Anyways, this is literally based off of my life, just altered a little bit to fit the characters and everything, so yeah that's fun. So that's enough from me, enjoy the angst lol. I am working on getting requests done so if you sent one in, I promise I saw it and I they are a WIP I just need a little time to get them done!

You had never hurt like this before. You didn’t know how it could happen to you, not after everything you guys had been through. How could someone who promised that he would never hurt you, basically rip your heart out and stomp on it a thousand times over. 

You weren’t sure what hurt more, the fact that he did it to you, or the fact that your best friend also betrayed you, and hurt you too. Phoenix was everything to you, she had always been there for you and then some, as you were for her, but she turned around and was the accomplice to the crime on your heart. 

The feeling of betrayal, hurt, anger, emptiness, everything had washed over your body constantly, like you couldn’t come up for a breath of fresh air in ages. It was a constant state of pain all over your mind, body and soul, and you couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel anymore. 

You had sworn to yourself after your last relationship, you would never give anyone the power to hurt you like that again. And you didn’t this time, no, you did so much worse. You gave them more. You allowed Bradley to come into your life, burrow into your heart, make himself comfortable and like he belonged there. You were convinced that he was the one, the one you were going to marry. You remember laying on your stomach, kicking your feet up in the air while writing letters to him when he was on deployment, talking about the future for you guys, writing down every dream and detail you could think of, because he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. Until he decided that you weren’t enough for him anymore, but Phoenix was. 

While you were at home, writing him letters, he was out in the world on deployment, sharing his every waking moment with the one girl he told you not to worry about. 

You knew about the past the two aviators had, they had a small fling but Phoenix had shot Bradley down more times than he could count, so he said he was over it and settled for friends. So much for that. 

There was always a nagging feeling in the back of your mind about the two of them, but you wracked it up to the fact that you were just over thinking. Phoenix was your best friend, and Bradley was her friend and your boyfriend, so you guys had spent a lot of time together. 

There wasn’t a thing that you wouldn’t do for either of them. Putting yourself in uncomfortable and vulnerable positions to make sure that either of them were okay. You would walk through fire if either of them had asked, that's just how much you had loved them, but they obviously didn’t reciprocate it back. 

~

It started before he had even left. He was staying out later, saying that they just needed him on base for longer. Leaving your shared bedroom to go sit in the living room on the phone at night when he thought you were asleep. You wanted to believe it was work, but when he wouldn’t even look you in the eye when he talked to you anymore, if he talked to you at that point, you started to think otherwise. 

You had asked him multiple times if it was something you did. If he was mad at you. 

“Please Bradley, just tell me what’s wrong. What did I do?” You pleaded with him in the middle of your kitchen. 

He wouldn’t even pull up his eyes in the slightest to look at yours, looking anywhere but where you needed him to the most. 

“Nothing baby, I promise.” He replied, giving you a broken promise. 

“That’s why you won’t even look at me anymore?” You basically cried in front of him. It was tearing you apart, knowing that you were slowly losing him but you couldn’t know why. 

“I do look at you,” Bradley shot back, finally looking you in the eyes now that you had said something, but you knew from the first time that you had questioned him on it, that it would last this conversation that would soon be over, and then it was right back to square one, “Don’t overthink baby, I love you.” He told you, making you hear what you wanted to. 

Stupid little naieve you, believed him. You wanted to believe him, he never gave you a reason to not. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and listen to his words so you did, but that didn’t stop you from calling up your best friend in search of some advice. 

“Phe, he won’t even look at me, how am I supposed to fix things if I don’t know what's wrong.” You cried into the phone to your friend who you shared everything with. 

It felt a little weird at first, talking about your relationship with the girl that your now boyfriend had chased for a couple of months, but she assured you that she never felt that way for him, that she didn’t mind helping you talk through your relationship. You took her at her word and let it all out. 

“I know y/n, but you just need to keep trying to talk to him. He loves you, and I’m sure he is just going through some stuff right now. Work hasn’t been the easiest so maybe he is just taking it hard.” You heard her speak into the phone, you could sense the shrug in her shoulders. 

~

What you didn’t realize, is that while you were sitting there, beating yourself up and asking for advice from Phoenix, they were going behind your back. 

The late nights and the night phone calls Bradley was having, was all due to Natasha. She was the one occupying your boyfriends time, instead of you. 

You were being replaced and you didn’t realize until it was too late. 

While you were trying to fix your relationship, save it from perishing and burning you to the ground with it, they were having the time of their lives, falling into love just like they said they wouldn’t. 

You were nursing a broken heart and they were living their lives like nothing had ever happened. 

The worst part, having to find out days after. 

Bradley and Natasha were called onto a last minute deployment, leaving for two weeks. You had just gotten into a big fight with Bradley the night that he left, Natasha consoling you and making sure you were okay. Offering her shoulder to cry on, you accepted it until she had to leave too. 

It was basically radio silence from then on, barley getting one word answers every 4 hours from Bradley when usually he was on top of his phone, never letting your message stay on delivered for more than an hour. 

You kept telling yourself that he was busy, he was working, but in your head you knew it wasn’t true. It was so painful to know that you were losing the love of your life and there was nothing you could do but sit back and watch. 

It was now 3 days before he was supposed to come home. It was still quiet on his end, but you were hoping that you guys could talk when he walked back into those doors. That the time apart made him realize that he was wrong, and you were just overthinking. None of the rumors you were hearing from around you were true. That he was in love with Natasha now. That they were dating. That you and him had broken up already, but you weren’t made aware. 

That was until, of course, the text message had rollen through at a crisp 12:30 am. Of course you weren’t sleeping, you couldn’t. Since he had left, you barely slept, ate, or talked. It was all too much for you to do, it was too painful. Every time you fell asleep, you would dream about all of the good things that happened in your relationship. Talking was too tiring. Eating made you nauseous. There was no winning in this situation, and the text message just made it all worse. 

‘We need to take a break’  

The words flashing across your screen made your heart stop. It fell so far into your chest you could feel it in your toes. You mind stopped buzzing and there was nothing. No thoughts, no noise, it was just pure silence. Your ears started ringing, hands shaking, breath running ragged. Your body was shutting down over 6 words. 

To anyone, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. A break is a break. But to you, it was the end of the world. Your mind flashed back to the conversation you and Bradley had early into your relationship. 

‘A break is just a break up with extra steps. There is no coming back from it ever.’ He had told you. You had agreed, a break is just an easy way to let someone down, but to break their heart even more. That is exactly what he was doing. 

You started shaking so hard when crying that you hurt all over. What had you done to make you deserve this? Were you that bad of a girlfriend? Was it something you said, or did? Why was this happening to you?

He gave you no answers. No one did. No one knew what was going on anymore. 

You never connected the dots between Natasha and Bradley until she had forgotten to take you off of her close friend's story and posted a bunch of stuff about how much she had loved Bradley, pictures of them together, of them kissing and holding hands. That’s when everything that had ever happened started making sense. 

You didn’t have the strength to answer him right away, but all you could muster to reply was, ‘if that makes you happy then okay’ 

He told you he loved you and that he was sorry, but you knew it was a lie. How could he be so okay with lying to you still, right through his teeth. He didn’t love you, because if he did, he would’ve at least had the decency to tell you in the beginning that he was losing feelings. It would’ve hurt a whole lot less, though still hurting. Being lied to and cheated on is the worst pain of all, especially when you are staying back in your life to try and fix something that had no bother being fixed. 

Bradley didn’t want you to fix your relationship, he had already checked out a long time ago, just forgot to tell you. 

You thought you knew pain, true pain, and knew it a long time ago, but it would never amount to the kind of pain you are feeling now. 

If he had the respect to just tell you, to just say before he got involved with Natasha, that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, it would’ve been a whole lot better than it is now. 

Not only are you feeling the pain of losing the person you thought you were going to marry, but your best friend. The person you literally ran to, to talk about the problems in your relationship. The person who had given you advice to try and fix it, even though she knew the reason you and Bradley were failing, and she was that reason. 

Natasha sat right in front of you, pretending to be your best friend and the shoulder you cried on, while she was going behind your back and being the main cause of your pain. How could someone do that? 

Then have the audacity to spread rumors around your friend group, that you had learned to love since you were connected to them through Natasha and Bradley, and tell them that you were crazy and a liar. 

None of them had believed her though. The group of aviators that you had first met when Bradley had gotten called back to Top Gun and you followed him like a lost puppy, had dropped contact with the two, but continued to talk to you. 

You felt bad for a minute, for taking their friends away from them, before you realzied that they had ruined your life. They had given you so much pain and grief to last a lifetime, so no, you didn’t feel bad that the team had chosen you over them. 

The team knew better than to take the two outliers side, they didn’t agree with what they did and they knew how much pain it put you through. 

Bob and Hangman had stayed with you for a few days after you and Bradley had officially broken up and it was made known. You couldn’t leave your couch for that time, everything, even blinking, was too daunting of a task for you to do, but the men had made sure that you stayed as healthy as you could. Making sure you at least drank water and tried to keep something down. Made sure you showered and brushed your teeth, and most importantly, made sure you knew you weren’t alone. 

You couldn’t thank them enough after you broke out of your funk. You started putting yourself together, slowly but surely. You had blocked the two backstabbers on everything you could think of, and deleted every picture and video you could find, just to make sure you didn’t get a glimpse of them. It was too much to see that. 

You picked yourself up off of the floor, physically and metaphorically, obviously with the help of the team who weren’t associated with them anymore, and found ways to make yourself feel better/ 

You were finally going to be okay. Yeah, some days were going to be worse than others, and you were going to have to eventually face them, but for now, for the moment, you were able to breathe. 

Bradley crossed your mind here and there, small things reminding you of the time you had with him. Same with Natasha, little things that you had made inside jokes about had always popped into your mind, and it used to set you off into a spiral, but now, you were able to breathe through it. You were able to work through everything and find a way to make peace with everything.

You were growing and you realized it. You were strong, and you were brave, and you would be okay. You would always be okay. 

~

The day that you had to see him in person inevitably came. You were doing so well avoiding the interaction all together, but it was Naval Ball, Jake had invited you to go with him. It wasn’t more than friends though, he just wanted you to get out of the house more, make some new friends. Everyone knew it was because he wanted an excuse to leave early, and if he brought you, then you could be his excuse. 

You didn’t mind though, seeing everyone again would be nice and getting free booze was a plus. All you had to do was plaster on a fake smile around Bradley for the few seconds you had to interact, and then Jake would whisk you away and it would be over. Pushed to the back of your mind while you enjoyed the rest of your night. 

Though you wished it to work that way, your life never made it that easy. 

When it came time to come face to face with the man who broke you into pieces not a couple months ago, your body went numb. You couldn’t breathe very well, but you managed to put on a fake smile and struggle internally without drawing attention to yourself. 

“Y/n” He nodded at you. 

You stared blankly at him, how did he seem so fine in your presence. While you were sweating and wishing you were anywhere else besides here, basically hyperventilating, he was treating this like he had seen you every day for the past couple months. Like nothing ever happened between you. 

“Rooster” You nodded back. You knew it would sting him, you never called him by his call sign during your relationship. 

‘That’s for work, and I don’t work with you, so you are Bradley to me. Or baby.’ You had told him once, and stood by it. You never called him Bradshaw, or Rooster, just Bradley, B, or any pet name you had chosen that day. 

If it affected him, he didn’t let it show, just returning a tight lipped smile before excusing himself. You followed him with your eyes, he made it across the room to stand next to Natasha. That was another reason you were losing your breath. 

You watched as he said a couple of words to her, she tried to get a secret glance your way without being caught, but staring at them from across the room, you met with her eyes as soon as they turned in your direction. 

You didn’t hesitate to turn around and bust out of the room, rushing down the quiet hallway. Not sure why you even agreed to come here knowing Bradley was going to be here, all you wanted to do was go home. 

The feeling that had come and gone when you were first going through everything had come flooding back through your system. It was like you had made no progress at all. It hurt too much. To see him so happy and unaffected. How could he? 

He could’ve at least pretended to be heartbroken, for your sake. To make you feel less weak, but you knew that was stupid thinking. 

Bradley and Natasha were happy. They were in love, and as much as you wished they would hurt a fraction of how you did, that their relationship would fall apart in shambles, worse than yours and Bradley’s did, you couldn’t help but be happy that he was happy. 

That’s all you wanted for him since you met the man. As long as he was happy, then you would find a way to be okay. If being happy meant not being with you, then you were going to have to find a way to cope, because that’s all you had wished and prayed for since you could remember. 

You had tried to prove to yourself, at least that’s what you had convinced yourself but everyone knew it was for show, for him, that you were going to act unaffected. Pretend to laugh effortlessly at something the Hangman had said. Place a friendly hand on Fanboy’s shoulder and try not glance over that ROoster while you did it. Yu knew he would be watching, you fel this eyes on you all night. 

Although Bradley was there with Natasha, it didn’t stop him for letting his eyes bore into you the entire night. You had glanced in his direction without rewalizing it, it was just an unbroken habit from the months you had spent with him, and every single time without fail, you had made eye contact with him. He never looked away first though, you always broke the moment and found the ceiling tiles fairly interesting. 

The game that you guys had been playing all night had been mentally exhausting. You felt like the months of building yourself up were slowly slipping away and you couldn’t let it happen. You had worked entirely way too hard on yourself to try and get into the comfortable position you were with yourself, so you finally were that excuse for Jake, tugging on his arm as a cue to start wrapping it up. You wanted to go home early, and he never argued it. 

Not only did Jake want to go home, he was just waiting for your signal, but you needed to go before something else happened. It wasn’t that simple though. WHile walking out the doors, you had realized you guys left in such a hurry you forgot your small bag inside. Jake had offered to go grab it for you,w hich left you outside the doors by yourself. It was quiet enough, letting you chill out for a few minutes while waiting, but that was greatly interrupted by the door opening up. 

You perked up, thinking it was Jake who was just that quick, but instead you were met with the same face that had haunted your mind this entire time. You just turned around and went to walk away, opting to meet Jake at the car instead, but you were cut off, making you stop in your tracks. 

“Y/N Please just hold up.” He had said, which if you were in your right mind, you wouldn’ve kept walking. He didn’t deserve the time of day, not after what had happened, not after what he did, but your body stopped anyways, against all of your mind and hearts wishes. You never turned around though, just standing there as he talked to your back. 

“I-I’m sorry, for everything, I never met to hurt you.”Bradley explained and immediately you body buzzed with anger. Whipping around you let out every single word you had imagined saying to his face since the day everything happened. 

“You never meant to hurt me? Seriously?” Your voice was laced with venom, anger taking over every single feature of your face, “All you did was tear me apart and stomp on every single piece. You fucking tortured me while you were off play family and house with my best fucking friend Bradshaw.” You threw your hands up in the air, “The one person you told me not to worry about, you left me for.” 

“If maybe you had the small amount of respect for me as I had for you, then you would’ve told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore, but instead you went behind my back and made me feel like shit. I was losing my mind for weeks because I thought I did something wrong.” You sighed, the anger leaving your body faster than you thought it would’ve, but now your body was being consumed by anxiety and wanting to be wrapped in your fluffiest blanket. 

“I lost myself trying to fix us, and you didn’t have a care in the world, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself, Rooster.” You spit out, “So please, don’t ever speak to me or about me again.” You concluded as you saw Jake making his way towards the two of you. 

He didn’t even say a word while wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you away from the situation, looking behind you guys to give Bradley a look, but you weren’t bothered to find out what it was. You kept your head down the entire car ride home, silently. 

You wished tonight could’ve gone different. You wished that you and Bradley could’ve been civil enough to get through the night, and you thought you were past everything, but turns out you weren’t. For the record though, he had the time to process and move on, all you were left with was unanswered questions and heartbreak.  Loving Bradley Bradshaw was the worst thing you had ever had the displeasure of experiencing and it consumed you entirely, in both the mind-numbing loving kind of way, and mind-numbing pain kind of way, but surprisingly, you caught yourself thinking about how you would do it all over again if it meant experiencing the kind of love you gave. Even if you weren’t able to experience that kind of love being given to you, you knew that you were capable of giving it, and that was enough to keep you at peace with it. 

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I’m Pretty Sure You’re That Love of Mine - Natasha Trace X Reader

Pairing: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace X Fem!Reader (Callsign Reaper)

Summary: Phoenix and you have a conversation about what the future holds for you and your relationship post-uranium mission

Warnings: some minor swearing, pure fluff, girls being gay for each other, maybe a tiny bit of angst (reference to the bird strike, but idk man), are typos a warning? Any way, there might be a few…

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: What’s up you guys? This is my first ever fic for TGM, and on this site, written especially for @roosterforme ‘s #love is in the air tgm event. I told myself that this year I would “publish” one of my not-so little blurbs on here and I guess today is that day lol :) Title is from Dandelions by Ruth B.

———

The mission had ended; pilots were slowly leaving North Island and heading back to their home bases, with most still close at Lemoore, only about 5 hours away. You, Rooster and his girlfriend, Asp, Asp’s WSO Tweety, Bob, and Phoenix were the only ones left, each sitting in your own little pairs just chatting about everything and nothing all at once.

You had gotten up a few minutes earlier and were standing outside on the fire escape, leaning on the railing, staring out at the planes on the tarmac. The oversized white and grey button up you had thrown on over your tank top fluttered in the faint breeze and you breathed a sigh, not ready to leave the little bubble you’d created. “Hiding on me?” Phoenix asked, coming out onto the fire escape behind you.

“Hmm?” you hummed, turning back to look at Natasha, who’d hugged you from behind. “Nah, I wouldn’t dare.”

“Glad to hear it,” Phoenix replied, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “Whatcha thinking about?”

You leaned into the gentle peck, humming contentedly. “Just how different everything’s going to be after we leave. We’ve been living in each other’s pockets for the last month or so, so it’s going to be an adjustment,” you said, turning around to face the woman behind you. “It’s a little frightening.”

Phoenix just smiled gently, her eyes raking over your face, noting the slight furrow between your brows. “Hey, we’ll figure it out,” she replied. “It’s us. If there’s anyone who can manage this, it’s us. And Asp and Bradley,” Natasha added quickly. “I swear that they are the most perfect couple.”

“Yep, I hope we get whatever magical blessing they got when they finally got together,” you laughed, a wide grin spreading over your face as you leaned back into the railing, watching Phoenix step closer. “And yeah, we’ll make it work.”

The taller woman just smiled, leaning in and kissing you gently, pulling back a few seconds later. “That we will.”

“What was that for?” you asked, looking slightly confused, but a grin split your face in two watching Natasha. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Because I get to do that now,” Natasha said, a faint pink tinge to her face. “God, I will never get tired of doing that.”

You had been pulled into her arms and ducked your head, trying to hide. “Stop it,” you mumbled, embarrassment riddling your voice.

“I’m serious,” Phoenix replied, lifting your chin and turning her face to yours. “I waited too long for something like this, I am going to make sure that I get to keep it in my life.”

“Wow.” You had a deadpan expression on your face. “Did you steal that from a Hallmark movie, cause holy shit, that was cheesy.” You were trying and failing to hide your smile, eventually giving up and pressing your own kiss to Natasha’s lips, pulling back moments later.

“Ehh.” Phoenix just waved you off, holding you close. “You bring out the goofball in me, what can I say?”

From where your head rested on Phoenix’s shoulder, you hummed happily, looking out at the tarmac again. “What’s going to happen to us?” you asked five minutes later, pulling back from the embrace just a little.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re going back to Lemoore, and I’m headed for Jacksonville. The Ghosts are headquartered there, but I can’t help but wonder, what would happen if I just didn’t go back?” You replied, not looking at the other woman, seeming very nervous all of a sudden.

Cautiously, Phoenix asked “What do you mean ‘if you didn’t go back?’ Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because I was offered a position alongside Mav. Here at Top Gun. As a teacher.”

“Are you going to take it?”

You took a deep breath, before turning and facing Natasha. “I don’t know, maybe? Lately, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Leaving the Ghosts, I mean,” you said in a rush of air.

“Can I ask why? Or do you not know?” Phoenix asked gently. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the thought of you leaving your post as a Ghost pilot for some inane reason.

“Because before, I didn’t have someone waiting for me on the tarmac. No one to ground me in one place at the end of the day. I always had Asp and Tweety in the air with me, they flew with me. But now, I have you waiting on me to come home,” you replied, running a hand through your hair. “I know it sounds stupid, me being willing to tie myself to a place, to a person without even knowing if it’s going to work out.”

Phoenix looked stunned. “I can’t ask that of you,” she finally stammered out, brows furrowed in thought. “I can’t ask you to do that. I won’t. I know how much you love flying with Asp and Tweety.”

“Asp’s leaving too. Coming here to California with Rooster so she can test out the newer and faster planes the Navy is developing,” you said softly. “I don’t have the patience to train a new wingman for myself, besides, if the Navy really needs me to fly for them in an official capacity rather than just as an instructor, all they have to do is ask.”

Natasha was quiet, but her mind was loud, echoing with your words, “I have you waiting on me to come home,” bouncing around like ping pong balls.

“You weren’t asking me, Nat. I made this decision on my own,” you reassured her, stepping closer. “Believe me, there is not a person alive who could ever make me do something I didn’t want to do. You and I both know that.” A soft smile reappeared on your face, reaching out for the other woman’s hand.

“But still…” Phoenix trailed off, glancing at your joined hands. “This is… this is a lot to take in.”

“I know,” you said softly, running your thumb over Natasha’s knuckles. “It’s a lot to hear all at once.”

“Yeah…”

You two fell into a prolonged silence, neither of you sure of what to say. “I’m sorry I dropped this on you,” you finally told her. “That wasn’t fair of me to do that.”

“No. Stop. Yeah, it is a lot, but I think I’m just surprised, that's all.” Phoenix shook her head, dismissing your attempt at an apology. “How long have you known about the offer?”

“Not long. I was asked a few days after Mav tried to step down, despite my blatant disregard of a direct order and punching another service member in the face while deployed,” you answered, biting your lip. “It could be fun. A lot of ego breaking, that’s for sure.”

“And you are already very good at that,” Phoenix quipped, making you throw your head back and laugh loudly. “You had Hangman cut off at the knees when I met you at the bar. Did a lot of damage that he was not coming back from.”

You laughed, the grin slowly coming back to your face. “And yet, I think somehow I didn’t break him enough. You heard him.” A flicker of a glare appeared in your eyes.

Natasha just tsked, pulling you towards her. “Hey. You put him back in his place. Kinda. I think,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around you. “It was kinda hot.”

“Oh come on,” you scoffed. “No it totally wasn’t, there was no way that that whole disaster was even remotely hot.” You turned to look at a blushing Natasha in disbelief.

“It was. The way you fly, the way you handle yourself, both in the air and on the ground, the way you defend your friends, all of that is insanely hot to watch.” Phoenix was bright red at this point, but managed to look you in the eyes, smiling a little as you took in her words.

A shake of the head and you were reaching up and pulling Phoenix down into a deep kiss that left you both breathless when you pulled back. “You little…” you shook your head, laughing a little. “It’s almost like you were watching me.”

“Mmm, almost. But I will have you know that I couldn’t help it, sweets. You just have this magnetism around you that makes it hard to look away.”

Your face went bright pink in a few seconds as Natasha’s words registered. “I…what do I even say to that?” You mumbled, your cheeks warm. “You should probably know that when you first walked into the bar, I panicked. Like I had a big, over the top bi panic that caught me really off guard.”

“Wait, really? And here I thought you didn’t like me when we first met,” Natasha replied. “You went all stone faced, like completely shut down.”

“Because I didn’t want anyone else to see what was really going on. Didn’t stop Asp or Rooster from picking up on it almost immediately though,” you laughed, poking Phoenix in the shoulder.

“I knew that Rooster knew something!” Phoenix cried out. “He teased me relentlessly!”

You gave her a soft smile. “They both knew, and they both teased us, and yet we were still too dense to do anything about it,” you mumbled. “But hey, we did figure it out.”

“Mhm, that we did. But it took us awhile,” Natasha mused.

“Sorry.”

Phoenix kissed your forehead, keeping you held close. “You have nothing to apologise for,” she murmured against your head. “That whole day was a clusterfuck and a half.”

A wet laugh snuck its way out of your chest, somehow you had started crying without noticing. “It really was.” You still jolted awake at night, fear of waking up without Natasha in your life punching through you with every strangled breath. You had been in the air with her and Bob when the bird strike hit, unable to do anything but watch helplessly as they punched out so close, oh so very close to the ground.

Brushing away the few tears that managed to spill over, Phoenix kissed you gently, pouring all the love she could into the gesture. “I’m here sweets. I’m safe. I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured against your forehead as she pulled you close to her chest, holding you tightly.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know. I’m okay, Nat. Just got a little caught up again, that’s all.” Tilting your head up, you caught her lips for a soft kiss, trying to tell her everything you couldn’t put into words.

Natasha was the one who pulled back first, leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m not going anywhere, sweets. I promise.” A few moments passed before she asked “So, what does moving to North Island look like?”

Swiping your hand over your cheeks, you hummed in thought. “Well, Asp and I would have to go back and help train our replacements, pack up the apartment and such, put in for the transfer and hope it gets approved, and yada yada yada.”

“So it could be a while, is what you’re saying right now,” Natasha replied.

“Yeah, a couple of months, at least,” you told her. “It’s going to be hard on us both.”

“It will. But we can figure it out, okay?” Phoenix pulled back from the hug and tilted your chin up, gently forcing you to make eye contact. “We can do this.”

“I know,” you replied, smiling gently. “We both want this, we’ll make it work for us.”

Phoenix merely nodded, pulling you closer into her, and you two stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savouring the quiet. “You know I love you right?” Natasha asked, breaking the silence that surrounded you both.

You froze, risking a glance up at the other woman. “You mean that?” You asked, scarcely believing what you’d just heard. “Because you don’t have to say it if you aren’t ready.”

“I don’t think I fully realised it until a few moments ago, but I do love you. I really do,” Natasha explained. “It took me until now to realise that the reason I was so scared when you took off to save Mav and Rooster was because I didn’t know if I could live without you.”

You just chuckled lightly, grabbing Natasha’s face in your hands, cradling it. “I realised it after I watched you and Bob go down. The same feeling of “I can’t live without her” hit me like a stack of bricks.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yep.”

“Jesus Christ, come here.” Phoenix grabbed your face, pulling you into a searing kiss. You melted into it, so happy that this was actually happening, letting Phoenix take control.

You two only separated when air became necessary, but even then, you rested your foreheads together, not wanting to go too far from the other.

“We should go inside,” you murmured.

“Do we have to?” Came the whispered reply.

“Food would be a good idea,” you answered in an almost mirror of their first real conversation that had happened only a few weeks back. And you realised that, both of you laughing at how similar the moment was.

It was Natasha who tugged you off the fire escape and back inside, interlacing your fingers before you headed back to the green room, to your friends.

———

Asp was the first to notice you and Phoenix walking back into the room. “There you are! I was beginning to think that we’d have to send out a search party!” She crowed, noticing the pink flush to her best friend’s face. “I guess I was wrong.”

“Shut it,” you replied, but there was no heat to it.

Phoenix had sat down next to Rooster, tugging you down and onto her lap, grinning at the whoops and hollers from the other pilots while also smiling at her girlfriend’s bright blush. “Oh come on, sweets. From what I hear, this is karma,” she mumbled in your ear.

You didn’t say anything, but you blush spread to the tips of your ears. You could hear the smirk in Natasha’s voice and you curled into yourself, ignoring the shiver that had gone racing down your spine.

“We got the girlfriend to gang up on her!” Tweety teased, watching your face somehow get even redder.

“That’s it. I’m leaving and never coming back,” you said, trying to regain your composure. “Enjoy your lives, I’m leaving.” But they could all tell you were teasing by the wide smile on your face.

“Nope.” Phoenix tightened her grip around your waist, pulling you closer. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Oh really?” Came the reply. You turned around, grinning at Natasha, wrapping your arms around her neck before gently capturing the other woman’s lips with yours. Phoenix melted into the gentle kiss, her arms loosening and moving up your back, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip off of her lap, pulling back with a smirk. “You were saying?” You stood over the couch, arms folded with your eyes bright with triumph.

Rooster burst out laughing at the shocked expression on Phoenix’s face. He fell into Asp’s shoulder, the room now exploding with laughter at what they had just witnessed.

“You okay there, Nat?” Bob teased, catching his breath just long enough to speak. “Cause it looks like Reaper just took a few brain cells with that move.”

“Okay, okay fine. Whatever,” Phoenix grumbled, hating how easily you had escaped. “Get back over here.”

“Aww hon, you know I very rarely do what I’m told,” you mused aloud, your smirk still very much in place. “You should know better.”

Asp hiccuped, she was still laughing so hard. Tears fell from her eyes, made only worse by her best friend’s teasing line. “She…she’s…she’s got you there!” She managed to say before another wave of giggles pulled her under.

“Hey Chicken, you might want to check that your fiancée is still breathing,” you said, your own chuckles beginning to appear.

The man just nodded, wrapping Asp up in a hug and pulling her onto his lap. The blonde gave one last wheeze before taking a deep breath and exhaling hard. “I’m okay,” she said, smiling widely.

You just grinned, sitting back down on the couch, pulling Phoenix towards you. You smiled as the other woman leaned into your side, and she pressed a light kiss to the top of your head. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Phoenix mumbled back.

The group fell silent, just enjoying the company of the others. “So, Reaps. Did you tell her?” Asp asked.

“I did.”

“And?” The blonde was curious, wanting to hear how Phoenix had taken the news.

You hummed lightly, trying to think about how to explain. You opened her mouth, but were cut off by Phoenix answering for you. “I’m happy for her,” the taller woman spoke. “I’ll support whatever choice she makes. That’s all I can do. Because clearly, I can’t tell sweets here what to do.”

Tweety nodded, smiling at the pair of you cuddled up together. “Glad to hear it,” he said. “I’m happy for you both.”

“Maybe you haven’t told her to do the right things,” Asp quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”

“Asp no,” you replied. Your eyes were wide in a combination of shock and if anyone looked way past that, they’d find laughter. “Jesus Christ, no.”

Phoenix just laughed, looking at the blonde perched on Rooster’s lap and winked. “Maybe she’s right, sweets. I haven’t tried that yet.”

You just crossed your arms, an eyebrow raised. “Do your worst, hon. I’m more stubborn than I look.”

The look on Natasha’s face was equal to one of being handed a challenge and she accepted it. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.” She shot you a wink, chuckling as you rolled her eyes, but the look you gave her was fond.

“Okay, okay. Enough of that, you’re making me feel really lonely,” Bob spoke up from his place on the opposite couch. “Tweety and I are like fifth and sixth wheeling right now, and it’s kinda painful.”

“Sorry,” the two couples said, some looking apologetic while others very much didn’t.

“We’ll knock it off,” you added. “Won’t we?” You looked over at her friends and they groaned.

“Fiiiinne,” Asp groaned. She cuddled closer to Rooster, who pressed a kiss to her forehead, humming his own agreement. “But the second I make the move here, I’m finding people to set you up with.”

“Please. No,” Bob told her. “I’m okay with being single. Don’t look at me like that,” he added when every head in the room swivelled to him. He sighed, “Seriously. I’m okay with it.”

Phoenix just shrugged. “It’s your life,” she said. “But keep in mind, I think both Reaps and I said that at some point. Now look at us.”

“Leave him alone,” you spoke up. “Let Bob do whatever it is that he does, and if he’s not looking, then he’s not looking.” The other pilots in the room looked at you in disbelief, “What? I’ve been in his position before, I hated getting constantly set up.”

“You never told me that,” Asp said, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. “How did I not know that?”

“Didn’t think it needed to be said,” you replied with a shrug. “And besides, I figured out what I wanted in the end, didn’t I?”

“Yeah you did,” Phoenix joked, nudging you.

Across from you, Tweety gagged. “You guys are gross,” he said, laughing a little.

“Oh please. Like you and Andrew aren’t absolutely sickening when you’re together,” Asp shot back teasingly, relishing in the blush that appeared on her WSO’s face. “So you don’t get to say anything about them.”

Tweety just stuck his tongue out at his pilot, before flopping back against the couch. “He should have been up here by now. Reaps, you just had to wreck your plane, didn’t you?” He whined, sticking his lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“Technically I didn’t wreck it,” you replied. You looked over at Natasha, who was avoiding your gaze and doing a terrible job at hiding her laughter. “My girlfriend did that.”

“Wooooowwww. Sure, blame me. Not the fucking birds,” Phoenix said dryly. She had caught the brief flicker of fear in your eye as she’d spoken and that simply wouldn’t do. So she pulled you close, whispering reassurances in your ear.

The group sat and bantered for a while, before Asp and Rooster stood up. “We’re off to bed,” Lucy told you. “Who’s room are we using?”

“Ummm…” you began, glancing at Phoenix, who shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. Take your pick, just make it clear where you are. I’ve walked in on enough people the past few weeks, I don’t need it happening again.”

“Who else did you walk in on?” Rooster asked. He had a curious look on his face as he continued “I know you walked in on Asp and I, so who else?”

Your cheeks tinged pink. “Walked in on Payback and his fiancée and then Fanboy and his partner after they and everyone else’s families and partners came to welcome us back.”

The room burst into laughter, and you had to join in. The whole thought was ridiculous.

“Looks like we found your other skill, Reaps,” Rooster teased. “You have the most awkward way of figuring out who’s sleeping with who.”

You groaned, burying your face in Natasha’s shoulder. “Knock it off.”

“Nope!” Asp crowed. You were bright red and it was funny to everyone in the room, watching your normally unflappable demeanour crumble. “Now Bradley and I have some…things to do, so we’re leaving. Night guys!”

“We do?” Rooster looked confused, but at the pointed look from his girlfriend, he grinned and followed her out of the room, the door shutting behind them.

“So,” Tweety said. “I’m going to find my boyfriend, hopefully he’s done for the night.” The red headed man also got up, and left the room, leaving Bob, Phoenix, and you sitting in silence.

“And now I’m a third wheel. Great.”

You laughed. “Look, I think Asp and Bradley went to our room and Andrew and Tweety will be otherwise occupied, so if that’s the case, you can just crash in the other bed in whatever room Nat and I end up in,” you offered, glancing at your girlfriend to make sure it was okay. “If you want.”

“Won’t that be awkward?” He asked, looking at both women.

“Not really. We aren’t going to try anything and we also know better,” Natasha said, reassuring her WSO. “But if it’s really off putting, you can probably crash in one of the other rooms.”

Bob nodded. “I might take the second option,” he said, standing up. “I should go grab my stuff, before Tweety and his boyfriend take over the room.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” you said with a grin. “Have a good night, Bob.”

“Same to you, Reaper. Nat.”

Within the span of five minutes, the six pilots had dwindled to two. You sat, wrapped around each other on the couch, just enjoying the quiet. “So,” you began.

“So.” Phoenix glanced at you next to her. She knew that if she were suddenly thrown into a cartoon world, that she’d have the biggest heart eyes for you, who seemed oblivious to the whole thing. Somehow, it seemed, to Natasha, that you didn’t know just how much you were cared for by the others in your life. You seemed so used to flying solo, both in the air and in life, always moving so you could avoid the loneliness that came whenever you slowed.

It was a feeling that Phoenix knew all too well; she’d always been independent, and yet somehow, somewhere, she’d fallen into a parallel universe where she couldn’t bear to leave your side. “Is it bedtime for us too?” Natasha asked, watching you smile softly before a yawn nearly split your head in two.

“I think so,” you replied. “I could sleep for a week.”

“Didn’t you sleep last night?”

“Mmm, a little. I haven’t really slept well since before Admiral Kazansky’s funeral,” you told her girlfriend. “Guess my brain is really on board with sleeping next to you.” You added the last bit as an afterthought, the sudden realisation of your words hit you and you frantically tried to clarify. “That’s not what I- never mind, you know what I meant,” you groaned, leaning your head back against the couch.

Natasha just laughed, burying her face into your shoulder. “I know what you meant,” she murmured. “It’s just funny to watch you flounder like that.”

“You jerk.”

“Mmm, you love it.”

“I love you, there’s a difference.” You had shifted just enough to look into Phoenix’s brown eyes and she swore she could see the love she held for you reflected back. “I mean that much.”

Natasha smiled softly, sitting up and pressing a soft peck to your lips, grinning as you tried to chase her as she pulled away. “I love you. More than you could ever know,” she whispered.

“I might just have an idea,” you replied, your own soft smile adorning your face. “I can’t even begin to put it in words.”

“If you could, I’d win,” Phoenix teased gently. “Come on, love. You look ready to pass out.” She stood up, grinning at the little noise you made when she’d pulled away. “Need a hand?”

“Always.” You extended her hand, and Natasha hauled you upright, pulling you into a hug. “Didn’t we say it was bedtime?”

“Mhm, we did. I just wanted to hug my girl,” the taller woman said, smiling at the slight laugh that she drew from you.

You stepped back. “Well, wait a few minutes. Then you can hug me,” you said, walking over to the door. “You coming or what?”

Natasha just shook her head at you and followed you out the door and down the hall toward the dorms. A T-shirt was hung on the door knob to your and Asp’s room, making the taller woman snicker. “Well you did say to make it clear, sweets,” she teased.

“Shut it,” you tossed back, a little bubble of laughter bursting in your tone. “I’m too tired for that shit.”

“Okay, okay. Fine,” Natasha laughed, grabbing your arm and tugging you back down the hall, heading for her room. “Let’s go.”

You ran down the hall, giggling like little kids. You felt weightless, giddy even, at being so close to Phoenix. You couldn’t help your grin, feeling Natasha pull you into her room and close the door, pressing you back against it. “Hi,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha just raised an eyebrow. “Must you start every conversation like that?” she asked, grinning at you in front of her.

“I kinda have to,” you said, your breath hitching. “Kinda my trademark now.” You watched Phoenix’s grin widen, her head falling to the side as the other woman ducked her head to nip gently at your neck.

“I don’t remember you talking this much,” Natasha mumbled into your neck. She loved the shudder that ran through your body, relishing in its newness.

“Then shut me up,” you breathed, wiggling against the door, dislodging Phoenix and you walked over to the bed and flopping back on it, smiling gently. “But do it later, cause I will fall asleep and that would be shitty for us both.”

Natasha threw her head back in laughter. “Alright, fine. But I mean it,” she said, perching on the edge of her bed. She watched you toss your oversized grey shirt off, leaving you in your tank top, which you peeled off, and your shorts.

“What?”

“For such an amazing pilot, you really are dense when it comes to how others see you,” the taller woman spoke, smiling.

You just looked confused. “How do you mean? I know that the others see me as just a Ghost pilot, the best shot out of them all. What else could you possibly be talking about?” You turned around to look at your girlfriend, ducking your gaze once you caught the fiery look in the brown eyes watching you closely.

“You seriously don’t know?” Phoenix was incredulous. She had no idea how you thought anyone saw you as just a Ghost pilot, because she knew that the others had thought way more. You shook your head, meeting her eyes once more. “They saw a very hot and scary woman shoot our instructor out of the sky and laugh it off afterwards. You have set the standard for what a Top Gun grad could be. I know they saw the passion you have, the ambition. I saw your loyalty when you stood up for Asp, when you fucking punched Menendez in the nose. You are so much more than just your ability in the air, sweets.”

You flushed deeply, opening your mouth to speak, but shutting it almost immediately after. Surging forwards, you grabbed Phoenix by the front of her shirt, kissing her hard. When you pulled away, you were breathless. “For fuck’s sake. Warn a girl next time,” you said. “You can't just go singing praises all willy nilly like that.”

“Why not? You aren’t the only one who likes to talk,” Natasha replied, smiling at how your ears had pinked.

You just grinned, shaking your head. “Because… because it will make me regret saying that we should take things slow,” you said eventually, your eyes piercing Natasha’s brown. “And I mean it. I want to actually savour this before jumping headfirst into it.”

“Well then, Lieutenant Commander,” Natasha teased. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She stood up to change, taking off her own shirt and bra, slipping into a t-shirt, before changing her pants.

A whistle from the bed made her stop and turn, catching you grinning at her as you leaned back on your elbows. “Lookin good, Trace!”

Natasha just shook her head as she laughed. “I could say the same about you, sweets,” she replied, padding softly over her bed and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “But you always look good.”

“Mm. Is that so?”

“Oh yeah, especially now that you’re sprawled on my bed.” She winked, her smile deepening when you blushed, hiding your face in the pillow next to your head.

“Stooooppp,” you whined.

Phoenix just smiled, climbing under the covers, and laughing as you followed suit. “Come here,” she mumbled, opening her arms.

Not one to miss out on being cuddled, you rolled, tucking yourself in Natasha’s arms, and sighing deeply. You didn’t know when you’d last been held like this, just because the other person could.

“You just needed a hug, didn’t you?” Natasha whispered against your forehead. She pulled you close, feeling you readjust just a little so that you could rest your face in the crook of Natasha’s neck.

“Always,” came the mumbled reply. “I always need hugs. But a callsign like mine means that some people would rather fear me than hug me.”

“Well that’s just rude.” A light kiss was pressed to your head, before Phoenix adjusted herself, moving her arm to wrap over your hip, tugging you impossibly closer. “You don’t have to worry about not getting hugs anymore.”

You pulled back to kiss Phoenix sweetly. “I love you,” you whispered against the other woman’s lips. “Always and forever.”

“Ditto,” Natasha replied in a hushed whisper. She smiled, feeling the puff of air that left you as you let out a short laugh. “I love you too.”

A soft smile formed on your face, and you tucked your face back into the crook between your girlfriend’s neck and shoulder. Moments later, your breathing slowed as you let herself drift off, fully trusting Natasha.

Phoenix took a little longer to fall asleep; her mind was too busy cataloguing every place you were touching her, just memorising them in case she never got this chance again. A shuffle had her glancing down at you in her arms, and smiling softly. She took a deep breath, letting herself settle, slowly shutting her mind off. A few minutes later, Natasha fell asleep, cradling her girlfriend in her arms, falling just a little deeper in love with the woman who’d caught her eye on day one.

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AN: So that was that! I have no idea how I wrote that much, but here we are! If you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this, please let me know in the comments, and reblog if you can! Thank you for reading this! Love you all!

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[mrsjavymachado]

dagger crew headcanons ✈️

bradley “rooster” bradshaw got his callsign because he was always the first one up. always. 6am here comes bradshaw whistling down the hallways to some song from 1980 something, a wide smile on his face as he took his happy ass down to the mess hall to grab a snack before his morning run.

it was infuriating because no matter how early is was, here comes bradshaw happy as a clam, smiling wide as he sits next to everyone else struggling to find it in them to wake up. god bless whoever is his bunk mate because like when a rooster crows, once he’s up, you’re up.

mikey called him a rooster once as a joke when he was complaining about being his roommate and the name stuck. (no one knew that his dad’s callsign was goose, so really there was no way of knowing that when someone had called him rooster for the first time it made him a little teary eyed, but he took the name in stride, and branded himself as rooster bradshaw) (but really he was just happy for the new name because there was no one around in his life to call him bradley anymore)

on the flip side, javy machado was always up late at night. why the man chose being in the military for his career of choice when he’d never been in bed before midnight a day in his life is really something he thinks about often, but nevertheless javy can’t sleep if the time isn’t at least 0000.

he was tried everything, from warm milk to melatonin, no matter how tired he is, he just can’t sleep early in the evening.

when he was a kid, his mom used to let him watch cartoons to fall asleep, and what was always on late at night was Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner. it became such a comfort to javy that whenever it was on he could turn his brain off and sleep.

eventually, the team caught on and after more than a few nights of them finding him asleep and the cartoon playing in the background, the name caught on and stuck. (when javy told his mom she laughed and laughed because she’d never have guessed a random cartoon she put on for him as a kid would become so important to her baby’s life) (she always sends wile e. coyote themed gifts on javy’s birthday and it caught on to the rest of the team who do it now too) (his original callsign was new orleans but coyote just felt right)

out of all the boys, hangman is probably the best at sticking to a sleep schedule. his in bed by 11 and up at 6 (“cause to keep looking this good you need to get a lot of beauty sleep, javy”)

rooster likes drinking tea in the morning (with excessive amounts of honey) but will drink coffee (4 sugar, 3 cream)

payback and coyote can’t think without at least smelling coffee and mikey only gets starbucks and is a sucker for seasonal drinks and anything diabetes inducing. payback will drink any and all coffee and coyote just wants his black.

jake drinks sweet tea, but because he’s jake he has to drink a SPECIFIC sweet tea and “the farther north you go the worse it tastes”

hangman has unpromptedly complained about sweet tea for 40 minutes uninterrupted (phoenix timed it) but they can all begrudgingly agree that he makes a damn good sweet tea so they let him talk as much shit as he wants to.

phoenix, when she can, takes the longest of them in the bathroom. when she’s not on military time and she has the space to do so, she has a 10 step skin care routine, 5 steps for hair care, an avid collector of face masks and a BEAST at manicures.

when she’s deployed she doesn’t really have time to think much about her appearance much besides keeping it in military standard and not in her way, but when she’s off? she just needs a day to herself? you bet your pretty ass she’s in her bathroom with her hair wrapped in some treatment, painting her toes a pretty pink with music blaring in the background.

she’s given all the boys a a manicure at least twice and hangman and rooster let her do their makeup when she wants to.

she will not hesitate dig tweezers out of her purse and pluck all their eyebrows until they look good.

bob, ever the sweetheart, is the main subject of her beautifying and it is not uncommon to find the both of them wrapped in robes with phoenix helping bob apply a face mask. (she got them both matching robes for christmas and they are very cool and badass, thank you very much seresin)

bob is real southern, born and raised in tennessee and put him, jake, javy and rooster in a room together and suddenly gone with the wind is having a reunion. they all bring out the southern in eachother and damn do they sound good.

bob and hangman always bring a set of boots with them when deployed. (hangman, the texan, prefers ariat boots but bob much prefers a stetson)

hangman and halo love to gossip, they are known for it. callie doesn’t let on that she probably knows your deepest darkest secret but jake can and will let everyone know if he feels so inclined.

when they’re stationed together it’s like gossip girl has suddenly come to base because if something happens, they probably know it. (callie doesn’t start gossip but jake loves starting a good rumor and he’s a terrible influence)

their best to date is spreading a rumor that yale and harvard fucked in a storage closet on base and though they never confirmed anything, their blushing faces and avoidant looks every time someone brings it up was enough for everyone to know it wasn’t completely baseless and hound them for info (they’ve never said anything to date but everyone’s waiting for them to get drunk enough to spill the details)

phoenix did volleyball in high school (captain her junior and senior year and varsity since sophomore) and is amazing at it. (when the squad play beach volleyball it’s always a race to pick nat) but in her freshman year she was a flyer her school’s cheer team and she made varsity the next year and loved it, and if volleyball and cheer didn’t clash seasons then she absolutely would have stuck to it.

rooster did varsity baseball up until college. when mav pulled his papers he decided to go to college until he could reapply and he got a full ride scholarship to play baseball and study aviation at the university of virginia and if he wasn’t dead set on going to the navy he could’ve gone pro.

jake was the captain of his high school football team and took them to first place at nationals two years in a row as the star quarterback and got offered a full ride to the university of texas at austin (go longhorns) to play at a d1 level but he turned it down to go straight to basics.

fanboy has a terrible sweet tooth. put anything sweet infront if of him he can and will devour it but he never had a cavity. javy however, was a metal mouth with braces for 4 years and then he got his wisdom teeth pulled right after they came out. (jake has always had his straight, crest 3d white smile and javy’s always a little bit jealous when he sees it)

jake, the bastard, never had an award phase growing up, rooster and bob however, went through some tragic emo phases and parents facebooks have since been off limits because wow those were embarrassing times. (it’s okay because bradley has pictures of nat from her parents of her as a kid in middle school and threatens to show the team baby nats adorable plane themed 9th birthday party)

payback has reading glasses that make him look like a grandpa and rooster wears contacts.

jake doesn’t need glasses and is insufferable out his 20/20 vision

#top gun one shot #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #hangman top gun #pete maverick mitchell #natasha trace #rooster top gun #phoenix #coyote top gun #bob floyd #bob top gun #payback top gun #fanboy top gun #rooster top gun #rooster fanfic #top gun headcanons #bel writes stuff #as always twt say it first #halo top #yale top gun #harvard top gun

[sweetwhispersofchaos]

Tomorrow

A Bobnix one-shot

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff

Word count: 1841

Story and Cover Image Edit by me

Prompt #525 from @creativepromptsforwriting @creativepromptfills #weekendgame (Feel free to reblog) I set the timer for 15 minutes this time and got just over 1,000 words. So I went back for an hour to fill in, clean it up, and make a complete story. I'm really enjoying the freedom of taking one of your prompts and just rolling with it. Comments and reblogs welcomed and encouraged!

It was dark inside the tiny barracks room, the only light coming from parking lot lights through the slightly cracked blinds.

Soft moans drifted through the dark, silky and mewing. She was completely naked and splayed across the twin bed against the wall, tugging at the head between her thighs. His tongue was so perfect, the pressure he lapped against her clit was just right, causing her to tug even harder at his hair as her hips bucked into his face. She couldn’t help it, this newfound alliance had her more than a little hot and bothered, if for no other reason, because no one would have ever suspected it.

He picked up the pace, his tongue flicking faster and faster, her grip tightening as she shoved her wet slit right into his face. One hand flew to her mouth as she rode her wave, muffling the frantic scream she wanted to release. As her hips slowed along with the rhythm of his tongue, he backed away and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, a rush of cool air hitting her wet heat and sending extra shivers up her spine. He slowly lowered her legs from his shoulders as he placed gentle kisses up her hip, across her stomach, feathering his lips across one breast and then the other, pulling gently on her sensitive nipples with his teeth as he went. Finally, he found a special patch of skin where her shoulder met her neck. It was the perfect place for his lips to land. She whimpered and whined as he sucked leisurely on that spot, his hand moving his throbbing cock to her wet and waiting opening. He paused, a silent question hanging in the air, and she shook her head yes, fast and furiously.

As he slid into her painfully slow, she groaned and dug her nails into the back of his arms.

He moved oh so slow at first, picking his head up, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light. They stared at each other, desperation flowing from one set of eyes to the other as he picked up the pace, both hips rocking into each other’s hungrily. One of his hands trailed lightly down her side and then abruptly grabbed her leg behind her knee and he thrust hard, causing her back to arch and a loud gasp to escape her lips as they both froze. He began to kiss her gently on the mouth, his skilled tongue coating hers in a lovely dance, before he started moving again, digging into her leg as he pushed harder and faster into her depths.

She knew they were two people letting out frustration, desperate to survive, but she didn't care what started it, she only cared about him and keeping him alive. She wanted this; she wanted him, at least she does in this moment. She wasn’t even sure how they got to this point, but she wanted him in so many ways it made her heart hurt. They barely knew each other and yet it felt like they had known each other their whole lives. They worked well together, they just fit. These thoughts consumed her as she clung frantically to him, riding the wave of pleasure he was generously offering to her body.

His movements became more erratic as she pushed harder and harder against her hips. She felt as if she was going to split into two, her world spinning with thoughts and feelings, tangible and intangible. Suddenly the grip he had on her leg bordered on painful as he shoved hard into her one last time, his release coming with muffled grunts into the hair on the side of her head. She heard his breathy voice, deep and almost guttural, whisper "I'm sorry" between heavy pants and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her chest, squeezing the life out of him as he softened inside her.

"I'm not." she whispered around her own heavy breathing as he kissed the side of her head. He slid out and rolled to his side. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her with him until she rested against his side, her head on his chest under his chin. He smelled so good, musk and sweat, and sandalwood. She could lay there inhaling his scent, enjoying his deceivingly strong arms, their breaths in tandem, forever she thought. It would be the safer option. Wouldn’t it?

But. There was always a but.

Tomorrow, they leave. Tomorrow, they board the ship that takes them to their fate, whether good or bad. Tomorrow they may leave dry land alive for the last time. There was a dark cloud that covered their lovemaking, although neither cared to speak of it, because then it would become real. That dark cloud would douse the joy they just experienced with a wash that they didn’t want to face, at least not tonight. That was a problem for tomorrow.

So tonight, they cling to each other in restlessness, hoping to convey their feelings with physical connection, breathy moans, and warm skin on skin. She wanted him to feel just how badly she wanted him to live. It radiated from every sweat-soaked pore on her body. He was too good to lose so quickly. Their accident a week ago made that perfectly clear to her.

Sleep overtook her, her attempts to keep her eyelids open futile.  She didn't want to miss any part of this moment, trying to commit every touch, smell, sound, taste, and site to memory, just in case. Then, everything went dark.

As she woke in the early hours of morning, a low voice greeted her.

"It's time to get up. We need to get going."

She peered between the slits of her eyes and saw him sitting on the side of the bed, his uniform already on, a sad sort of smile crossing his face.

She sat up slowly, the covers sliding down her body, and began rubbing her eyes, attempting to get her bearings.  She looked through bleary, sleep filled eyes, and soaked up the sight of those glasses and the handsome face behind them. Tomorrow was today and she was not as ready. She would never admit it, but she was scared. Scared of what they had done and what they were about to do.

"Ready or not, I suppose." She acknowledged begrudgingly.

She slid out of his bed, still completely naked but trying hard to push that thought out of her mind, believing his eyes were on her. She began moving around the room quickly, trying to find her haphazardly discarded clothing and place each item back on her body with the same swiftness she sliced her jet through the sky with. She realized out of the corner of her eye that his gaze was on the floor in front of him, his gentlemanly ways making the knot in her chest crunch tighter. He was silent and so was she, because the silence spoke loud enough for them both.

Once dressed she bent down and searched anxiously around his nightstand and the floor near the bed, obviously missing something. She was avoiding his eyes, trying to steady herself rather than face where they were going. Where they had been last night. She couldn’t look at that elephant right now and instead focused all her energy into something extremely trivial.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

"My hair tie.”

She continued moving her hands around under the bed without looking up, trying to find a way to grab the hair tie and run from the room before he could catch her.

“Don’t you have others?” he asked with confusion in his voice.

She huffed. That was beside the point. She needed this one, so her hands would be busy as she made for the door. It was an excuse to not look at him, for fear of falling apart.

“I’ll need a hair tie. I’m not going to save the world with my hair down.” She lamely joked, more annoyance in her voice than she meant.

She heard a soft chuckle as his large hand wrapped gently around her arm, bringing her to an abrupt stop, her eyes remaining hyper focused on the floor. He pulled her up to her feet, although she didn’t come willingly at first. He placed his hands on her hips and moved her to stand between his legs, keeping his grip firm. He seemed to know where her mind was. She finally rested her hands on his shoulders and raised her eyes to meet his. They stayed like this for a while, just gazing at one another, burning a hole into each other’s souls. Then he spoke as a small smirk crossed his face.

"So, you're going to save the world?"

She smirked back at him, some of her tension easing, then her hand reached behind him, the lost hair tie spotted enfolded in the covers of his bed. She leaned back some, his grip still solid on her hips, and began to brush her hair up with her hands, wrapping the hair tie around her ponytail. Once all her hair was tied back, she placed her hands back on his shoulders, her eyes never leaving his, her smirk never ceasing.

"I gotta go get ready." was her only response.  Nothing else needed to be said. They did what they did. Maybe, if they survived, they could do it again? She thinks she might like that but so many “what if” questions surfaced at the thought. She was overwhelmed by the mission, their behavior, his proximity. She didn’t know what to think or feel and she never liked to feel out of control.  

Then he pulled her closer by the hips and sat up to his full height. He cupped her face in his hands and placed a deep yet sweet kiss to her mouth. Her rapid firing mind was brought up short. One-night stands didn’t usually end like this, at least not in her experience. He seemed to be telling her something with his kiss. A secret meant only for them. Something about the gravitational pull of that kiss told her they were going to be alright, in more ways than one.

She pulled back, a little breathless, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and quickly trod to the door. Before she opened it, she tilted her head towards where he continued to sit on the bed, staring straight ahead, his ears layered with a light pink color. She grinned.

"Hey Floyd. Wanna help me save the world?"

He chuckled and let his chin drop to his chest, shaking his head. Then he looked up at her, a sad sort of mirth twinkling in his eyes. "I'll be right behind you the whole way."

"Good" she replied and slipped out of the room. She was ready to face whatever happened with a newfound confidence and teammate she trusted in ways she never thought possible.  

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[chanandlersstuff]

Game Night

Pairing: Dagger Squad x Bluebird (platonic)

Summary: Playing games with nine adults would seem as an easy and fun task, but it wasn't or it's dagger squad game night but it just ends up with everyone shouting over each other while Bob is trying to read the rule book out loud.

Word count: 2.009

Author’s note: It's insipire by @hangmanapologist post about game night, so thanks to her. Bluebird is the callsign for the character I created, I'm still developing her and her story. Sorry in advance for the misspellings English is my second lenguage.

Request are open, and you can ask me for more Bluebird x DaggerSquad. Thank you so much for reading, have a nice day.

Game night was a tradition that the Dagger squad tried to follow as much as Football game day. At first it started on the Hard Deck, playing pool and darts while betting money but after one day that Penny couldn't open the bar, they moved the game night to someone else's house. Each of them was in charge of bringing food, drinks and games. Whatever they wanted to consume that night. Extremely organized, just like the Navy taught them to be.

With each game night passing on the calendar, a new game was crossed from the list. First was Twister, because Payback sprained his ankle trying not to fall from the mix of tangled limbs and in the process he kicked Coyote’s hand and he sprained his pink; ring and middle finger. One would think that the best pilots the Navy could offer would have some kind of agility, like a cat, but no. So that game was off the list to prevent future injuries. 

Second was Monopoly, Phoenix beat everyone assess and took all their fake money which ended in a two weeks roast from her part and the rest of the squad could not deal with a bragging Phoenix for far too long. Plus, the integrity of Banker Bob was compromised because Coyote was sure he and Phoenix were plotting or something like that. So it was taken out for the benefit of the group. 

Third was Movie Charades, a game the squad could not play, which they had to learn the hard way, with Bluebird and Fanboy. The pair guessed all the movies before the two minutes that the game required were done, even when it wasn’t their turn. Then they tried to switch it to normal charades but it ended with Bluebird getting frustrated with Hangman, him laughing at her mad face and her accidentally throwing her pen at him. None of the squad let her live the pen accident down, to the point where they all docked down when she moved her hands frantically with a pen between her fingers.

Fourth was Life, it was a funny night full of drinks until it ended in absolute drama. Everything was laugh until the game ended with Mav retiring first with lots of money, three kids and a beautiful life while Bradley ended up alone, almost broke and made bad decision after bad decisions. Normally they would laugh but the problem was that Bradley was drunk, so he ended up ugly crying about it and the whole squad doing something like a therapy group. The drama continued because the whole group, who was beyond drunk at that point, ended up crying about how much they all like each other and how they became a beautiful, disfuncional, family. Mav, the only one sober, watched them all fall asleep in his living room and, as the responsabile father he is, he covered them with blankets and told them he loved all of them very much over a breakfast hangover proof he prepared. So yeah, Life was a game the squad was not mentally prepared to play in the near future.

Now it was a new game night day and the squad was all gathered in Bluebird’s house playing Uno, a game so chaotic it was a surprise it was still on the list. At first everything was funny, skipping here and there, changing colors, Phoenix taking care of Bluebird’s cards because she had to go peeing, Bob being the first one to win because he played in silence and patiently. A few rounds later Phoenix won and then Mav.

The tension started growing when Hangman kept skipping Rooster’s turn and giving Bluebird a free pass to win, plus the benefit of messing with Bradley. At some point the reverse card was thrown and now who couldn't play because someone kept skipping his turn was Jake thanks to Bradley. The blonde pilot was having a taste of his own medicine and he didn’t like it because the mustache man was rubbing it on his face. Slowly, after plenty of UNO shout at the ones who were nearly finishing, the rest of the group ended with no cards to the point the only ones playing were Rooster, Hangman and Bluebird, whose poor soul was so caught up with the idiocy of those two that she forgot her own game.

Every piece of sanity the pair had until that moment was thrown out the window the second Hangman laid a +4 with a winning face. “Draw four, Chicken.”

Rooster, who has only two cards, looked at him smugly and laughed. “No can do, Bagman.” And he laid a +2 with the rest of the cards.

Bluebird stretched her hand to take the six cards that she had to but a hand slapped hers away. “Aw, Jake.” 

“Sorry, Birdy.” He smiled sweetly at her and then caressed her knuckles. "First of all, UNO!" Jake yelled. "You have to draw 6, Chicken, come on." He dropped Bluebird's hand and pushed the cards towards Bradley. "Second, stop cheating, Bradshaw, you know that that bulsshit you want to do is against the rules.” 

“No it 's not.” Rooster turned to look at him. “You wanted me to draw four but I had a +2 so now Blue had to draw six, those are the rules. And the other two we can discuss it, but I was just going to say it before you yelled it like a mad man."

Hangman shook his head. “No, they are not. You have to draw four and your turn is skipped.” He grabbed two cards and handed them to him. "And you are going to draw those two, you didn't say UNO."

“Nah-ah.” Bradley shook his head. 

“Yeah-ah.” Jake mimicked him, but he nodded instead of shaking his head.

“Guys, don’t worry I will draw six. Let’s forget this and keep playing.” Bluebird always trying to keep the peace between those two idiots.

Hangman stood up. “No way in hell, Birdy. I will not keep playing with a cheater.”

“Who are you calling a cheater, Seresin?” Rooster stood up too and they were face to face.

“No one, he was calling a cheater to no one.” Bluebird stood up between the two of them.

“You, Bradshaw. I was calling you a cheater.” The smirk on Jake’s lips was a clear example of how much he was enjoying messing with Bradley.

“Oh Crap.” Bluebird said under her breath. “GUYS, A LITTLE HELP HERE.” 

The rest of the group walked back from the kitchen confused. But seeing the scene in front of them they all tried to cool down the situation. “Why don’t we play another game?” Payback looked at everyone with a smile on his face. 

“Yeah, what about-”Coyote started saying when his friend from a long time cut him mid phare. “Hell no, not until Bradshaw here acknowledges he is a cheater.”

“No, I’m not!” Rooster said. “You are saying that because you want me to lose. Admit it.”

“I want to win-”

“Bullshit, you want Blue to win.” Rooster pointed at her and the rest of the group nodded discreetly.

Hangman chuckled, tilting his head back. “The idea it’s win fairly, not cheating like you.”  Bluebird elbowed Jake in the ribs to stop, but he just laughed.

Phoenix shook her head at their antics. “Why don’t you tell us what happened and we decide who’s cheating-” Bradley opened his mouth but she held her finger high. “or not cheating.”

In a mix of words the pair tried to explain what was happening but they ended up listening to Bluebird’s part of the story. What seemed to be the end of the stupid fight was not it, not by a long shot. One by one they all started shouting what were the rules of Uno, what they can do and what they can not. Phoenix and Coyote sided with Jake. Payback and Fanboy sided with Rooster. Bob was reading the rules out loud on his phone, who no one was listening to, Bluebird was leaning against the wall eating because she was not going to take sides in something that silly and Mav was sitting; sharing food with Blue and laughing at all of them.

After what felt like hours, Bluebird’s head started to hurt. “I'm stopping this madness right now.”

Mav looked up to her and stretched his hand. “Be my guest, Blue.”

“PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE!” Her voice stopped the shouts but they all kept talking under their breaths. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING, HANGMAN?”

He had his phone near his ear, hand in his hip and his feet tapping against the floor. “Uno’s Customer Support Line.” Everyone looked at him surprised. “So, Chicken, here can hear how right I am and how he is a cheater at Uno.” He pointed at Rooster with his head, but he just huffed and shook his head.

Blue pinched the bridge of her nose. “Hang the phone, Seresin, it’s two in the morning. You are not calling anyone.”

“But-” “No buts, you would not like someone calling you at two a.m.” He pursed his lips. “I’m sure mamma Seresin taught you it’s rude to wake people at such an hour.” Cursing under his breath Jake listened to her.

Everyone looked at each other at how with very few words Bluebird handled Hangman and his antics. Maverick, who was watching everything unfold, had to put his hand on his mouth to suppress his laugh. 

“This ends here.” Blue crossed her arms and put on a stern face. “We cross Uno from game night too.”

“At this point we can't play anything.” Fanboy said like a little kid that was being scolded by his mother.

“Not unless some of us learn how to act like human beings.” Coyote looked around the room. 

“Tell that to Chicken here.” Jake looked at Rooster smugly. 

Rooster’s nostrils flare. “I swear to God, Bagman-”

Bluebird took a deep breath. “Stop it, Jake.” Rooster smiled triumphantly. “You too, Bradley.” She looked at him. “You all are acting childish, it’s just a game. We were supposed to be having a good time, laughing, having drinks and food, with each other.” She looked around the room. “Decompress after all the hard work and stress up there, not shouting at each other over cards.” Clearly Bluebird was the one who had more common sense, at some things, off all them. 

The Dagger Squad stayed silent for a couple of minutes, some looking at the floor and others looking at each other. “Come on guys, Blue is right. Let’s forget this and eat.” Phoenix patted one of them in the back and went to sat on the sofa.

It didn’t take them long to sit around the sofa, eat and have fun. After a few minutes, while everyone was laughing Bob spoke after quite some time. “Guys.” The group looked at him, the secret keeper who was considered the cutests from them all by his sweet smile and glasses. “The official page of Uno on Twitter says, ‘If someone puts down a +4 card, you must draw 4 and your turn is skipped. It’s not allowed to put a +2 to make the other person draw 6.’” Jake gave everyone a big smile and raised his arms. 

“Heard that Chicken?” He looked at Bradley. “You know what that means? You are a che-AW” Jake’s comment was cut short by Bluebird, who pinched him in the arm. “Birdy, what’s that for?” He looked at his side, where she was sitting. 

“You know why. Cut it out, Jake.” She said tilting his head to the side and he nodded.

Rooster laughed. “Look at you, Bagman, wwh-psssh-AW” He too was cut short. “Goddammit, Bluebird.” Bradley rubbed the part of her arm where she pinched him too.

“You too cut it out.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Both of you, keep eating and playing nice. Otherwise, I will smack you.” Both grown up man nodded and did as she said.

#top gun: maverick #dagger squad #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #natasha phoenix trace x reader #phoenix x reader #javy coyote machado x reader #coyote x reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy x reader #payback x reader #reuben fitch x reader #top gun fanfic #top gun imagine #top gun one shot #maverick x reader #pete mitchell x reader

[floydsglasses]

The Last Of Us -𝗗𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

TW- 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩/𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 I dont usally do things like this on here I usally write on wattpad but if this does well i might add more

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw: Bradley has never considered himself someone that should be allowed to survive, not lucky in love or in life. It had taken the end of the world to find out he is the luckiest son of bitch on the side of the new infected world. It was just his luck that he is immune to cordyceps virus. He made his way to a QZ, being bitten when raiding an abandoned home, he tries to hide his immunity the best he can from everyone. He live's out the rest of day's in a small commune outside of San Diego, full of formal naval pilots and citizens of the North Island, fully functional with electricity and running water, run by former captain's and admiral's . Working on patrol's and clearing out infected, alway's being paired with Natasha. He is always hiding his bite scar, hidden with a tattoo. As for his luck in love it was somehow the form of a pretty blonde man who can hit his target from a mile away. The two of them butting head's with the other alway's, a night alone on a patrol and a snow storm changed thing's for them. Bradley had only told two people of his immunity, Nat and Jake.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin: The outbreak started in Texas, he was not able to save his family or their farm from infected. Jake bounced around for the first few year's from different QZ's, working job's both humane and inhumane. Wasn't till he had lost his young partner due to his past "Jobs". Someone made him watch as they took their life. Jake somehow end's up in a small commune outside of San Diego, keeping a low profile, his mouth getting him in hot water here and there. Thing's in his life weren't all too bad despite the circumstance's and thing's he has done in the name of survival, he found someone who at least can stand him.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace: She wouldn't think she would survive the end of the world, certainly not from flesh eating mushroom zombie's. Natasha stayed in the Santa Monica QZ, taking the job's when no one else wanted to take them. The QZ was ruled with an iron fist, it didn't take a genius to see that, never been someone to take shit from authority Natasha join's the fireflies in liberating the quarantine zone. All this results in is a blown front gate and her running like hell. She had heard talk of a commune outside San Diego free from clicker's on the north island, along the way she met a guy named Robert "Bob" Floyd, saving him from infected, the two banding togethor and living out there live' s in the safe haven.

Robert "Bob" Floyd: He was the last person he expected to survive the fall of society, having been seen as someone who wouldn't make it out alive because of his social standing as a WSO/Backseater. For about five year's of the outbreak, having joined different group's of people, all of which ended up disbanding or being killed. He had ended up in California, wondering around ducking and dodging raider's, living out in old apartment building's. One day he hunker's down in an old school, unlucky for him that it was filled with infected that tried to kill him, lucky for him that their was a woman there to save his ass. Natasha and Him staying together after she tell's him of a commune on north island of San Diego. The two of them spend the rest of their live's there taking patrol shift's and surviving.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia: Never one to back down from a challenge, he was alway's taking on infected like it was all a game to him. He had lived in a QZ in Florida for awhile, but it grew boring for him, it was safe but he did not care for FEDRA. On his way out of the QZ he run's into Rueben, Mickey not having any plan's or idea of where to go, the two band togethor to find somewhere in the US. The two of them heading for California. The two of them growing close with the other and forming a friendship. They had reached the half way point into San Diego when they are swarmed by infected. Rueben is back into a wall, Mickey not wanting to lose a friend tackled the clicker stabbing it in the head. This act costed him his life, he was bitten on the arm, he begged of Rueben to not let him become like of the infected.

Rueben "Payback" Fitch: When the outbreak happened he didn't think he had a chance, he wasn't someone who could kill a human being if it wasnt morally right, shooting down a plane is very different to him then taking a human life with a gun in person. Rueben had lived in the QZ in Miami Florida for a couple year's, given the worst job's that paid the most to get food from FEDRA, unbeknownst to FEDRA he had listened to the radio, hearing of place's out west that would be better for him. He snuck out through one of the Service's tunnel's, running into Mickey Garcia. The two of them escape from Florida, with Mickey not have a clue where to go Rueben suggests California. The two of them bonding with each other with each place they hunker down in, killing infected and their previous live's. Soon making it to the half way point into San Diego,Rueben and Mickey check out a gas station for supplie's, the two are cornered by infected, Rueben is cornered by clicker, Mickey saved his life by killing the infected. He is bitten saving him, Mickey beg's of him to mercy kill him. He hesitate's and refuse's at first. Mick reasure's him that it was okay. He was the first and only human life he had ever taken. Ruben made it to the commune, settling in well and starting a family, never forgetting his friend's sacrifice.

Javy "Coyote" Machado: Finding love in the end of the world was not his idea. Him and Kat had met during a job at the New Orlean's QZ. She hated living in what was once the most vibrant place in the us, and he was gonna do anything to see her happy. He told her about a place he had heard about on the radio in California. How they could settle down there and live happily, Kat agreed and they fought like hell to get out of the infected city. They had stopped along the way to San Diego in an old naval factory, the two had many run in's with infected, they were no problem..human's on the other hand. The two were held at gun point by raider's, saying if they didnt hand their gun's over they would be killed. Javy knew they wouldn't let them go even if they did give the gun's up. The two of them are able to fight their way out, only missing one, that was a mistake on his part. Kat is shot by the raider's leader while he back is turned. Javy somehow manage's to kill the leader, only getting himself hurt in the process. The sound of the gunshot attract's the sound of infected to their location'. Kat told him to run, he refused at first, it wasn't in till infected burst through the factory that he decided to listen. He had ran as far as he could before he had collapsed near the ocean. Lucky for him that two people were on guard to save his life. Natasha and Bob take him back to the north island commune. Javy recovered from his wound, turn's out he had a knack for shooting and he had grown to be very good at his job of patrolling and guarding the commune.

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[babyonboard]

hi hi !! could you write a phoenix x fem reader imagine where reader and phoenix are the last two at the hard deck, so they put on a love song on the jukebox and slow dance ? this scenario is like all i can think about <3 it would also be very cool if phoenix dips the reader and they kiss^^

i just think phoenix would be such a softy when it’s just her and her s/o

I love my wife Phoenix🥴 thank you so much for requesting!!

word count: idk but it’s SHORT

warnings: slight reference to smut, minors dni

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR TOPGUN

The bar had emptied, your fellow pilots leaving you behind. “Love birds” they scoffed “Let’s just leave them alone.” You hadn’t even noticed that everyone had left, because to you, Natasha was the only person in the world.

The sounds of dishes being washed and counters being wiped down were drowned out by the music coming from the jukebox the two of you were leaning on. With one arm wrapped around your waist, her other hand nursed a beer, while your cheek rested on her shoulder. She slightly swayed you to the beat of the song as you both drunkenly hummed along.

“Alright girls,” Penny called “it’s 3. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”

A drunk groan grumbled through Natasha’s chest. “One more song, Penny.” She reasoned, setting her beer on top of the jukebox.

Penny crossed her arms and fought a smile. “You’re lucky I love you two.” Her smiled widened. “One more.” She borderline scolded as she picked up a box and walked into the back.

Natasha excitedly nodded and took your hand as you beamed at her. She stepped in front of the jukebox and flipped through the songs. Too drunk to really say too much, you set your head on her shoulder. You felt her smile.

She finally landed on “Take My Breath Away”. The song started and she grabbed both of your hands, slowly walking you out to the middle of the wooden floor as she dramatically lip synced. “You gonna dance with me?” She asked.

You smiled. “Of course I am.”

She smelled like whiskey and perfume as your wrapped your arms around her neck, holding her close to you. Her strong arms were around your waist, a place they normally sit. The floor creaked slightly as the two of your swayed back and forth to the music.

She kissed your frizzy, sweaty hair. “Can I spin you?” She whispered. The thing about Phoenix is that she doesn’t normally whisper, she’s always loud and strong in her convictions, so when she does, it’s a special occasion.

“Do you remember what happened last time you spun me? We still haven’t tried to glue that picture frame back together.”

“I’ll be careful this time. I promise.” She said against your hair.

How could you say no to her?

“Okay.” You smiled.

She grabbed your hand and spun you around, her fingers never leaving yours. She watched you as your hair flowed around you, a giggly, drunk smile on your face. Now more than ever, you were the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Her wife. Well, soon to be, hopefully, she just hasn’t asked yet.

When she pulled you back into her, she dipped you down, your sticky hair falling off of your neck. You felt her lips against your neck, your jaw, then your lips. As dangerous as it was to hold you in that position, with her eyes closed, while the two of you were drunk as can be, she didn’t really care. Her lips were already swollen from kissing you all night, and from your little run-in in the bathroom an hour earlier, but you were sure that yours were too. She lifted you up, your lips still connected, and it seemed that the two of you didn’t notice that the song had ended.

“I’m not even gonna interrupt them.” Penny sighed, under he breath.

#Phoenix top gun #top gun imagine #Phoenix imagine #Phoenix x reader #Phoenix one shot #natasha phoenix trace #Natasha trace #Natasha trace x reader #Natasha trace imagine #top gun one shot

[marie-swriting]

New Future - Natasha Trace

Masterlist

Summary : After Natasha's last deployment, you hope your relationship won't go down again.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.3k

French version

Song inspiration : It'll Be Okay by Shawn Mendes

Overexcited, you run and jump into Natasha’s arms, making her drop her bag at the same time. She chuckles before responding to your embrace. You press your lips on your girlfriend’s while keeping your arms wrapped around her neck. You hadn’t felt her lips for a month and two weeks. In other words, you missed them.

Natasha was deployed for a mission whose details are unknown to you. Furthermore, you couldn’t communicate as much as you wanted so you also missed her. Whilst you’re kissing passionately, you hear whistling around you.

“Get a room !” Hangman exclaims with humour.

To answer him, Natasha keeps kissing you and gives him the middle finger. He laughs and keeps walking with Bradley.

As soon as you break the embrace, Natasha takes your hand and picks up her bag and then you go to your car. On the way home, you let Natasha rest despite the fact you want to tell her everything she’s been missing. The smile on your lips can’t seem to go away as you’re so happy to have her back.

Once you arrive, you lightly shake Natasha, she wakes up, groggy, then you walk into your house which you’re still renovating. You bought it a month before she leaves.

You were going through a hard phase - it wasn’t the first one but it was the worst one for now - and you thought buying a property would help you get closer again. When you got the keys, it worked ; the joy of reaching another milestone and creating your own home gave you a little help.

Your relationship was hanging by a thread, not because you didn’t love each other anymore - quite the opposite, it just seemed there were some elements which weren’t working anymore, the main one being Natasha’s time-consuming job. Judging it was only a bad moment, you preferred to create a good one.

Unfortunately, Natasha didn’t have the time to renovate the house a lot. You had started the bedroom together, ripping the wallpaper off and starting the painting until she had to go. Meanwhile, you finished the room. Natasha hasn’t seen it.

So when you get home, you ask her to close her eyes and guide her to your shared bedroom. The second you’re there, you whisper in her ears that she can look. Opening her eyes, a big smile makes its way on her face. At first glance, there aren't any flaws - even if you know every spot you missed - and you built every piece of furniture you had picked together beforehand. You’re proud of your work.

“You nailed it ! It looks so good.” Natasha compliments, stunned.

“I’m happy you like it ! You better love your drawers, it was a real pain in the ass to build it.” you inform, pointing at the furniture in question. “There are also those frames I wanted to put on the walls but I thought it’d be better to wait for your return before making holes.”

While explaining, you walk to the spot between the drawer and the wall to take the four frames of the same size out. You put them on the floor so she can see the pictures. You made several photomontages on a website of your trips and more random moments together, like night outs at the Hard Deck, at the beach or in your old respective apartments. You show her where you thought would be best to hang them whilst she keeps admiring the pictures.

“I love it ! I had even forgotten some pics.” she exclaims, looking at a photo taken for your two years anniversary at a restaurant.

“That’s the reason why I developed them. So, what do you think ? I can make the holes ?” you question, impatient.

“Totally, it’ll be nice. We do it now ?”

“Don’t you want to rest ? We can do it tomorrow. They can wait one more day, it won’t make such a difference to them.” you laugh as you point to the objects and Natasha shakes her head.

“I have enough energy for this. However, after this, I’m taking a shower and we’re cuddling in bed.” she requires putting her hands on your hips.

“I’m gonna get the drill, then.”

You kiss her cheek then go to the guest room that is currently more of a storeroom than a bedroom and get the tools. Before leaving the room, you look at it fondly. When you bought the house, you both decided it would be the guest room until the moment you’d want a kid. You don’t know when, however it’s definitely in your plans. You both have a full idea of the future you want together.

It only takes you about ten minutes to drill the wall and hang the frames. Now, you feel like your bedroom is fully finished.

Natasha goes to take a shower while you empty her bag and do a load of laundry. Shortly after she’s done, you both lay down on the bed, Natasha finally discovering the comfort of this new mattress. Cuddling with each other, you talk ; you’re slowly stroking her hair, lulling her into sleep, thirty minutes later, her even breaths makes you understand she’s sleeping. Softly, you kiss the crown of her head. Unconsciously, Natasha gets closer to you. You wish you could put that moment on hold and stay in your bubble all your life.

Notwithstanding, this moment has to end. After a bit less than two weeks with Natasha next to you, waking up next to her, you feel the cold sheets and not the warmth of her body as you change position in your bed. You open one eye and find an empty spot. When you’re sure there is no one, you fully open your eyes and look at Natasha’s clock on her night stand. Seeing it’s seven o’clock, you know where she is. It’s not rare for her to be called early in the morning for a meeting or another assignment. Your proximity with TopGun is a blessing and a curse. She’s not far away if they need her and therefore, they call her a lot. You can’t help but feel annoyed by it, even if you know it’s not up to her.

When she gets back home during the evening, Natasha finds you in the living room, your nose stuck in the bookshelf’s instruction. Once she’s next to you, you turn your head to peck her lips. You’re about to go back to the building of the furniture when Natasha offers you a bunch of flowers, wishing to make up for her absence. You accept them gladly and you promise her you’re not mad at her. You put the flowers in a vase before going back to the living room.

Natasha takes a look at the almost-finished room. You only have the furniture for the TV left to build, if we forget about the one you’re currently doing. Since Natasha’s return, the renovations have been going faster. You finished the painting you had started before she came back. Quickly, Natasha takes off her shoes before helping you with the bookshelf. You ask her to hold the plank while you screw. Once you’re done, you take another screw when Natasha draws your attention.

“I have the information for my next deployment.”

“Oh ?” you exclaim, stopping in your tracks.

“I… I have to leave in three weeks.”

“You just came back.”

“I know but it’s urgent, it can’t wait.” Natasha explains, pursing her lips.

“And how long will it take ?” you question, playing with the screwdriver.

“Two months.” she informs before adding quickly : “I know it’s not ideal and you’ll have to keep doing the renovations alone but I promise, once I get back, I’ll try to have more days off.”

“It’s okay. It’s your job.” you reassure, taking her hand.

“I know, but we haven’t seen each other a lot recently.”

“We better make the best out of these three weeks then.” you smile.

Natasha kisses you, feeling better to know you’re not mad because of her news. Without waiting any longer, you go back to the building of the bookshelf whilst your mind is lost in your thoughts.

It doesn't matter if you’ve been with Natasha for two years, you still hate when she has to leave. You know your anxiety will be high and you’ll feel lonely. Furthermore, when she gets back, there’s always a moment to adapt before getting back to your old routine. You push all of these thoughts in the back of your mind, you have to enjoy Natasha’s presence whilst she’s here, and you get your focus back on the furniture.

However, the next weeks are not gentle with you. Natasha hasn’t even left yet nevertheless it’s close enough. Slowly, you went back to the phase you used to be when you bought your house. You’re close without really being it. She has to go to TopGun a lot and when she comes back, she doesn’t have a lot of energy to do anything. The rhythm of your renovation slowed down as well and you feel the gap between you getting deeper everyday. You should be happy to have Natasha by your side and yet, you’re gloomy. Furthermore, with Natasha, you’re talking less and less, despite your tries from the both of you. It’s as if you were becoming strangers.

You hate this situation. It’s not the first time it happens and you still don’t know what to do. You feel like everytime you find each other again, an external element sends you to the starting point again and the external element is often a deployment. The periods in which Natasha is not there are becoming heavier on you, in spite of yourself and it can be felt in your relationship. You spend your days looking for a solution. You love Natasha. There must be a solution to fix all of this. You don’t know which one ; even if a part of you thinks that, maybe, this time, there isn’t a solution. Just the thought of it makes you sick in your stomach. You try to forget about it.

A few days before she leaves, you tell yourself you can’t keep these thoughts for yourself. You have to talk about it with Natasha. Your relationship is going through a hard time, you need to talk about it in order to fix it. You can’t stay standing there without doing anything. Therefore, one evening, whilst you’re eating, you draw Natasha’s attention. She gives you an interrogative look, waiting for you to speak.

“We have to talk, Nat. And it’s serious.” you start with a soft voice.

“I wanted to talk to you, too.”

“So, you know just like I do we have to do something. We can’t stay like this. And as you’re leaving soon, we have to fix it.”

“I know.” she admits before staying silent. “I… I was thinking, maybe, I could ask to change jobs.”

“What ?”

“Yeah, like this, I wouldn’t have to leave as much.”

“But you love flying.” you exclaim, surprised.

“I love you more.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Nat. You can’t give up on flying because of me. You will be miserable if you do and I won’t stand it.”

“Y/N, we have to face it, it’s not working anymore between us because I’m always leaving.” Natasha affirms, looking you in your eyes.

“Maybe we just need to find a better balance between our relationship and your deployment. We need a better routine.”

“We both know it’s not the solution. We tried several times and we always end up like this. It’s always temporary. This house is proof of it.” she says, showing the surroundings with her hands. “I really thought by moving in together, everything would be better because we would have our home and it’d be easier to see each other but it’s not the case.”

“I don’t want to break up.” you object, understand what she’s insinuating.

“Me neither but I know that, just like me, you thought about it too. Y/N, it’s okay.” Natasha reassures, putting her hand on top of yours.

“How can you say that ? I love you. I don’t want to lose you.” you whisper with a trembling voice.

“I don’t want to lose you either but if we can’t fix this then we won’t have any other choice. If we keep on trying, it might be worse. It’s okay if our relationship is not working anymore, we don’t have to fix it.”

“And what about the future we imagined together then ?” you ask, tearing up.

“It might not be meant to happen. Y/N, it’ll be okay. We’ll move on.” she states, her voice breaking at her last sentence.

“I don’t want to move on. I want to stay with you.”

Following your sentence, you burst into tears. Natasha’s tears start running down her cheeks as well before she stands up and comes next to you to take you in her arms. You hug each other while letting all of your sadness out. You stay in each other’s arms for quite some time. When you break the embrace, Natasha puts her hands on your cheeks and wipes them whilst yours are on her waist. She gives you a sympathetic smile, you don’t have the strength to give her one.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh.

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“I do.” you insist, “When we got together, I promised you I knew what I was getting myself into. I really thought our love would be stronger than that.”

“Love is not always enough, unfortunately.” she sobs. “Maybe, when we’ll be older,” she starts looking at you, “we’ll find each other and this time, it’ll work. Or maybe our love was only made to work in another universe. I will always love you either way. Never doubt it.”

“I will always love you either way, too.”

You look into each other’s eyes before kissing softly. In this last kiss, you share all the love you have along with your sadness. While you’re losing yourselves in your kiss, you feel everything you’ve been building and everything you’ve been dreaming to build fading to black. You both, now, have to imagine a whole new future without the other.

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Happy Halloween! Rooster x Reader

Ok so who would I be if I didn't also post a halloween one shot. @roosterforme posted a really great smutty fic about Rooster and Baby Girl which is fantastic and should definitely go be read....seriously, go read it. Here's the link so you don't even have to search it!

And now, please enjoy my fluffy fic about another halloween couples costume I think Rooster and Girlfriend!Reader could certainly pull off.

Warnings: I guess implied smut/mentions of sex? roleplay, foreplay, teasing, mentions of oral (m receiving)

A little rooster x reader with a faint tease of bob x phoenix

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“I’m not wearing this” Rooster stared at the costume you had laid on the bed for him “Come on Roos, it fits perfectly! Especially with the mustache!” you yelled from the bathroom, where you were perfecting your hair and makeup, fully dressed in your costume that he hadn’t seen yet. You knew he’d change his mind as soon as he saw you. He shook his head “nope, not wearing it sweetheart.” Rolling your eyes as you rolled the pink lipstick back into its tube and popped the cap on before pouting your lips together to spread the color evenly before opening the bathroom door and leaning on the doorframe. “Rooster, if you don't wanna be Mario, who’s going to save me from Bowser?” Batting your big doe eyes at him unable to fight the smirk that graced your lips as you watched your boyfriend take in your appearance from head to toe. Pink heels adorned your feet, with white thigh highs, a short pink dress that may have been just a tad too small on your chest making your boobs stick up out of the top just slightly, your hair down in voluptuous curls and a fake crown atop your head you were probably the sexiest video game character that Rooster had ever seen. He groaned as he rose from his seat on the bed and approached you “Sweetheart, you really expect me to go out to the hard deck with you dressed like that? I’m already sporting a semi you look so good” you shrugged and skipped past him to pick up the red t-shirt and red cap with an M on it “I suppose I could ask Payback, he’s got a mustache too” Rooster frowned “no, no I’ll wear it. Give me a minute.” He took the cap and red t-shirt from you and a small smirk graced his lips before he pulled off his current t-shirt, standing shirtless in front of you in nothing but his jeans. You bit your bottom lip, fighting the desire that coursed through you at seeing your boyfriend mostly naked. It would have to wait for later, or else you would be late to the party at the Hard Deck that Penny was throwing. 

Rooster slipped the red shirt over his head, and the red cap on his head, turning around “can you stick those suspenders on me babe?” you grinned at the fact that your handsome, badass naval aviator was putty in your hands as soon as you wore something remotely sexy and pretended to ask one of his friends to do something instead of him. You clipped the suspenders on his jeans and ran your hands lightly up his muscular back as you fed the suspenders over his shoulders for him to clip in front “You look so handsome Roo” He turned to look at you and then admired himself in the mirror behind you “Do I look fit enough to rescue the princess?” You smiled and nodded “and you look good enough to deserve a really good thank you later!” reaching up to cup his cheeks and press a soft but promising kiss to his lips, and pulling away before things got too heated, Rooster’s hands wrapped around your waist to hold you to him. “Sweetheart, you're killin’ me you know that?” Bringing your hands down his shoulders and to his biceps, giving them a gentle squeeze “Roo, we have to go to the party just until the winners of the costume contest are announced and then we’ll come back here win or lose and this princess will thank you for rescuing her.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and whispered in his ear “on her knees, good and proper” His head fell to your shoulders as a groan sounded from his lips. Not being able to help the giggle that escaped your lips you grabbed his hand “come on Mario, let’s go” 

The Hard Deck was buzzing with slightly more excitement than usual but only because the winners of the costume contest were promised free drinks. Rooster pulled the Bronco into a parking spot beside Jake’s truck and hopped out, coming around to open the door for you and offering you his hand as usual, you knew by now to wait for him to open the door for you because he insisted that he had to be a gentleman and that his momma would haunt his ass if he didnt. Holding his hand you walked into the Hard Deck, immediately moving to join the rowdy aviators at the pool tables. You and Rooster were last to arrive, no surprise. What was surprising, was the costumes that each aviator chose, you didn’t think that they would all take the costume contest so seriously. Payback and Fanboy were dressed in black suits and wearing their sunglasses, Rooster looked at them confused, “what are you two supposed to be?” You looked at him and laughed, shaking your head “well that’s Agent K and Agent J of course babe! They’re Men in Black” Payback grinned “see Rooster, this is why we like her more than you!” Phoenix snorted and handed Rooster and you a beer “Rooster, you’re stuck in the 80’s.” Phoenix was wearing a tight jacquard pencil skirt with a tight black shirt and a beret, Bob was dressed in a button up, jeans and suspenders, a fedora on his head, and together they were Bonnie and Clyde. Coyote was sporting blue jeans, a black turtleneck shirt, fanny pack and gold chain, emulating his best version of The Rock and Hangman was dressed in a pair of khakis and button up - albeit it was unbuttoned a couple of buttons too low, exposing the top of his chest, brown leather jacket, and complete with cowboy hat, he even went as far as to have a bull whip coiled and hanging off his belt. “Hangman, that’s not fair, you’re from Texas, you can’t dress up as yourself for halloween” Fanboy frowned at him “that’s not a costume” Hangman shook his head “I’m not a cowboy, I’m Indiana Jones.” You smiled at the group of friends bantering as you perched atop the bar stool, watching Hangman and Rooster start a game of pool ahead of the costume contest. As soon as Rooster leaned over to take a shot, you conveniently crossed your leg over the other, giving him a peek of exactly what was under your costume - or lack thereof. He narrowed his eyes, giving you a warning look before taking his shot and sinking the ball. You smirked behind your drink, knowing you’d be in for it later.

The night wore on, more drinks were served and somehow you and Phoenix along with Halo who was appropriately dressed as an angel, found your way to the dance floor dancing to what you assumed was a halloween party playlist that Amelia curated for the party. “Rooster hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night girl!” Phoenix said into your ear as you both moved to the music and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth “that’s because he knows what I’m not wearing under this costume” both Phoenix and Halo’s eyes widened and they burst out laughing “you little minx!” Rooster sat at the cruiser tables watching you dance, his hands itching to come pick you up and throw you over his shoulder to bring you home but he had promised you that you’d stay until the costume contest was announced, and he wouldn’t break his promise. He was very close, especially since you pulled that little stunt with showing him very pointedly what was exactly not under your halloween costume he couldn’t help imagining the very inappropriate positions he was hoping to get you in later. He breathed a sigh of relief when Penny - dressed as a black cat complete with tail and cat ears - raised the microphone to cut the playlist “alright, it’s time for the costume contest! Everyone has had the opportunity to cast their ballots into the box by the bar and we counted all of the entries. The winner of drinks at the hard deck for one week is…” she unfolded the paper in her hand and smiled as she looked around “Bonnie and Clyde, Phoenix and Bob!” 

Phoenix looked around in shock, she never won anything in her life! Bob smiled at her “Told you that you were a very convincing Bonnie” She smiled appreciatively and grabbed his hand, pulling him up to the stage with her to get the voucher from Penny, he knew how badly she wanted to win, and did his best to convince people to vote for them, hoping he could convince everyone else in the bar everything he already knew about his pilot. He just hoped tonight he wouldn't chicken out from telling her how he felt about her. You clapped and cheered for them, until you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a mustache tickle your ear “alright princess, time to get you back to the castle before Bowser escapes and kidnaps you again”. Unable to fight the smile that graced your lips as you turned in Rooster’s arms, your arms finding their way around his neck “My hero!” He smiled down at you before keeping his hands firmly planted on your ass and pulling you in for a steamy kiss full of promise. He pulled away and laced his fingers through yours pulling you towards the door. “Let’s-a-Go!”

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and there you have it! Happy Halloween friends!

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worth the risk | natasha “phoenix” trace

synopsis | jake seresin made his younger sister promise not to date aviators when they graduated top gun. however, when she met natasha, it was the only secret she ever kept from him. but secrets don't go without consequence.

warning | swearing, protective brother hangman, clingy phoenix, afab (assigned female at birth) reader + pronouns, use of y/n, secrets, possible character death, mentions of homophobia, arguments, alcohol, drinking

note | first off, thanks for the love on my other oneshots! this one i tried to flesh it out more than the first two, so hopefully i achieved that. its also unedited. (this turned out way longer than expected whoopsies) rec song is look after you - the fray. (mightve teared up writing this)

genre | fluff/angst

wordcount | 5.7k

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jake’s number one rule when his sister joined top gun was to never date an aviator. and it was the only secret she ever kept from him.

it had been years after she and jake had graduated topgun, it started with happy smiles that they were considered the best of the best, and the realization they began a legacy within the navy. it had always been jake’s dream to join the navy and become an aviator, y/n shared the same dream.

she knew that the work paid off and she was a qualified aviator. what she didn’t expect was the friends, and lover she found on the way.

natasha was everything to her. starting out with light jokes and pranks to sensual nights during their time at top gun. she got lost in her eyes, her smile, her attitude. the rush of keeping their relationship secret in top gun gave both of them adrenaline and the feeling of being able to do anything, and it hasn’t changed.

groaning, y/n cracked her eyes open to see the light of day seeping through their curtains. lifting her head slightly, she squinted at the clock. 5:30 AM. flopping back onto bed, she felt the comforting warmth of nat rubbing her back.

if there was one thing y/n hated about being in the military, it was the five am mornings. she would rather stay up until then. but this was different then those mornings in the barracks. no screaming officers, no anthem to wake them up, just peace and quiet. with the love of her life beside her.

“who decided five in the morning was prime naval time?” said y/n, grumbling into her pillow. her eyes drooped closed slowly, smiling at the warmth from nat.

“i guess people so miserable,” said nat, curling herself against her back, “that never get to see your beautiful face every morning.”

“i think its old men that suddenly decided that the ass-crack of dawn,” said y/n, gesturing with her hands in the air, “was the best time to train.”

giggling, phoenix wrapped her arms around her waist, digging her head into the crook of her neck.

“see, you're all riled up now,” said phoenix, her hand caressing the underside of her breast. “why don’t you put that energy into something else?”

y/n sighed and turned her head to look at phoenix. she had a smirk on her face and her eyes were filling with lust. turning onto her back, y/n placed her hand on nat’s cheek, caressing it softly.

“as much as I would love to,” said y/n, pecking her lips, “we have to head to training.”

nat groaned and flopped down onto y/n, trapping her between herself and the bed. laughing at her girlfriend’s attempts to keep her in bed, she tried pushing her off.

“ohhhh my love,” said nat, starfishing on top of y/n and deadweighting her. “don’t leave me.”

“nat, we really have to go,” said y/n, squeezing nat in a hug before finally pushing her deadwight off of her. “i promise training will go by fast today.”

getting up from the bed, y/n made it two steps before she was pulled back by her oversized shirt. groaning, she turned around. phoenix sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her. y/n gave in and stood over, phoenix arms wrapped around her hips and looked up at her. she was so cute.

“nat, don’t give me that look,” said y/n, holding her face in her hands, “i promise it will be over early and we can come back home and sleep all day, okay?”

“but I just want to kiss you all day,” mumbled phoenix. y/n smiled softly, staring into her eyes, she leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

they were the softest she ever felt. everytime she kissed her, she felt like she was in heaven, that everything wrong would turn right and it was all bliss.

“i love you, nat.” said y/n, caressing her cheek, “now let’s go kick those idiots asses.”

***

“good morning aviators,” said maverick, crackling through the f-18s radio. “today we will be learning basic combat maneuvers.”

readjusting in her seat, y/n stared down at her knobs and dials within the back of the aircraft. she clicked and tapped, flipping switches, calling out signals when and what to do and when it was good to go. her pilot, memphis, flew parallel of phoenix and bob.

“today, in dogfighting,” explained maverick, pausing for effect, “is to always watch your surroundings.”

without notice, memphis and y/n were turned on their side.

“what the fuck-” said memphis, swerving left and evening out the plane, “ okay c/s, do you see him?”

looking around frantically, she couldn’t spot him in plain sight. moving to her radar, she spotted a green dot and it was closing in fast.

“i have him on radar, point four miles coming in hot on our six.” said y/n, memphis nodding and swerving to the side to catch sight of maverick.

they flew quick, hoping to get him off their tail. it went on longer than expected. no matter how much they tried to manoeuvre out of his line of sight, they couldn't.

“phoenix we can't shake him, some help would be nice!” said memphis through her mask, turning the plane into a nose dive.

“on it!” said phoenix.

y/n looked at her radar and he wasn't anywhere to be found. looking around in the sky she couldn't see maverick anywhere.

“c/s, you got eyes on maverick?” said memphis, looking around.

“negative, memphis!”

“i got him, hes on your tail!” said phoenix through the radio, “hang left!”

memphis swerved left, catching sight of maverick who was behind them.

with a second look, he was gone. frantically searching, y/n breathed heavily.

where is he? where the fuck is he?

“memphis, hot on my six, need assistance!” yelled phoenix, bob repeating what he sees of maverick.

“hold on!” said memphis, going right to hopefully catch the tail of maverick. y/n pushed buttons and watched the radar. flipping switches, she watched ahead, seeing maverick.

“getting him would be nice right about now!” said phoenix, struggling to manipulate maverick off her tail.

“im trying! this asshole’s slippery!” said memphis.

“and this asshole would like to remind you, he can still hear you.” said maverick, chuckling.

in a few seconds, phoenix and bob were caught by maverick.she heard her cuss and memphis groaned, muttering fuck under her breath. phoenix was out and now it was up to them.

maverick faced them, heading towards each other at full speed, y/n bit the inside of her cheek.

“memphis? memphis were going straight for him!”

“thats the plan!” said memphis.

they edged closer and closer to each other, until maverick pulled up and flipped around. it played in slow motion, watching the tail end of maverick miss them by a sliver.

“memphis!” said y/n, trying to catch sight of him, but before she could do anything, they heard the beeping. they were caught by maverick.

“too risky memphis, has time for your enemy to plan his next move. head back to base.” said maverick, causing both of them to huff.

standing in a line before maverick, he paced, studying each of them. what memphis did was ballsy, maybe even a little too ballsy for maverick, if that could ever happen. phoenix hadn't spoken a word, but she could tell she was annoyed.

“phoenix and bob, you did a great job at staying on my tail, but the others, unfortunately, couldn't do the same.” said maverick, glancing to memphis and y/n. “after you were caught, they had time to think of plan. a better one at least. they pulled a move that would be considered expellable from this mission. if it were not for me teaching, you would’ve been out.

y/n breathing hitched and memphis stiffened. they really fucked up now.

“me? i appreciate some ballsy moves once in awhile, hell i was like that too. but this mission needs precision and planning. we always need a plan for this type of importance.”

maverick continued rambling on about manoeuvres until he called out the next team to go up. rooster, fanboy, and payback. high-fiving fanboy and payback, she waved them good luck.

“what the fuck was that memphis?” said phoenix, standing with her hands on her hips. this wasn't good.

memphis walked up to phoenix, challenging her. y/n ran toward them and stepped between the two.

“hey, hey, whoa. settle down you two.” said y/n, hoping to stop the rising tension.

“i was trying to save what time left we had up there! maybe even try to get maverick if you're ass didn’t get caught!” said memphis.

“us getting caught? who’s responsible for that, huh? who is supposed to have our back when the enemy is on our tail!” said phoenix, getting closer to memphis.

y/n desperately searched for bob, who got up from his seat and rushed over to help. holding back, memphis, bob got ahold of phoenix.

“hey phoenix, we should just get going-” said bob

“shut it bob!” said phoenix, glaring at memphis.

“memphis, lets just calm down, hm? we still got some training to do and we cant let little things like this disrupte it.” said y/n, but instantly regretted it.

“‘little things like this’? you’re one to talk c/s. what would you have done if that was a real situation, would you have let her leave me out to dry?” said phoenix.

y/n stared at her, she did not do that. looking around, aviators clued in on the fight and started watching. swallowing the lump in her throat

“would you have let her do that to me!” said phoenix, pushing her further.

“no! of course not! but this is just a practice round. if we were in a real situation and memphis wasn't able to get to you in time like now, it would’ve been a stupid risk to take!” yelled y/n, watching phoenix’s face drop to pain to anger.

“you hear that bob? all we would've been a stupid risk. great to know how much you care about your partners, c/n.” said phoenix, turning and walking out of the room.

bob glanced to y/n before shrugging and running after phoenix.

“thanks for having my back, c/s.” said memphis, patting her shoulder.

“no problem,” said y/n, faking a smile. she fucked up really bad. and she wasn't ready to face its consequences.

***

the house was quiet, too quiet for her liking. y/n knew it wasn’t the best idea to blow up on phoenix like that. it wasn’t her fault that she was caught by maverick, but nor was it hers. she and memphis really did try to shake him off their tail, but with some dumb luck, he saw phoenix and bob as easy targets. and easy was one word nat wasn’t.

dropping her jacket on the couch, she made her way into the kitchen. the stove light was on and it was clean. frozen, y/n muttered fuck under her breath. the only time anything was clean in tip top shape was when nat was mad.

moving down the hallway, their bedroom door was closed. lifting her hand, she knocked on it softly. no one answered.

“babe?” said y/n, seeking out her angry girlfriend, which wasn’t the best idea. “babe? can we please talk about it? please?”

inside, she could hear shuffling in the room and the door opened. nat stared at her with no emotion. her heart ached at the sight of her, her eyes were slightly puffed underneath and she said nothing. she made her like this. and the worst part, nat never talked about her emotions.

“baby…i know what I did was out of line, completely unprofessional,” said y/n, holding her hands together, “as a fellow aviator and your girlfriend. I never meant to upset you. I know training can be hard on both of us as we both want to succeed. we want to show all of them that we can do anything they can do.”

nat looked down, not meeting her eyes.

“yes, out in the air today we were supposed to work as a team. i knew that, memphis knew that, you and bob knew that.” y/n sighed, staring at her downturned face, “and we didn’t, but as a team-”

“it wasn’t just about the flight.” mumbled nat, coldly.

“what?” asked y/n, furrowing her brows.

“it. wasn’t. about. the. flight.”

“wait, if you’re not angry about the flight then why are you mad-”

she pushed it. nat laughed dryly, looking up at y/n and smiled sarcastically.

“I am mad at you. it's the fact that out there you brought up something in our personal life. our relationship. but you stopped, disregarding it and insulted me instead. you didn’t want to reveal us. that’s the problem.” said nat, poking her finger into y/n’s shoulder. “we have been together for years. yes, in the beginning, it was an adrenaline rush, something to keep us going for top gun training. but now, it just feels like you're ashamed of me. you wouldn’t even finish a sentence in front of people we've known for years. I would understand if you’re scared. but after all these years, its only been them. whenever we would go on vacation, you didn’t care who judged or gave side eye. yet when we come back here, you can barely get a sentence out without thinking about giving us away.”

y/n nodded, biting her lip and shaking her head. this is the last thing she wanted to hear. she loved nat with all her heart. and nothing was going to change that. but she just couldn’t yet.

“and don’t even get me started on memphis-”

“I fly with a female pilot, natasha! do you know what that could do to our relationship in the jet? if elise-”

“oh, its elise now, is it?” said nat, scoffing.

“yes, natasha. if elise wasn’t supportive of us dating, that could send the whole training in a spiral. she wouldn’t want to fly with me and i wouldn’t have a pilot.”

“and how do you know she won’t support it? how do you know that?”

“its not something I am willing to risk!”

nat’s jaw dropped slightly and y/n stopped. she fucked up now.

“I am not worth the risk? is that what you’re trying to say, seresin?” asked nat, crossing her arms.

“no, nat-”

“no, no. apparently, I am not worth risking anything.” said nat, shrugging her shoulders and throwing her hands up in the air, “I am not worth the risk, because some scared, stupid, asshole thinks some woman is worth more than her own goddamn girlfriend!”

“wow.” said y/n, nodding her head, a glare set on nat, “well, this stupid asshole is looking our for both of us, alright? I am not risking our careers because you want attention.”

nat scoffed. “attention? you think this about me wanting attention? you’re one to talk.”

y/n shook her head and walked down the hallway, away from nat. but she wasn’t getting away that easily.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” said y/n, turning on her heel and looking at nat.

“you are the one making a big fuss about coming out. there is absolutely nothing that can stop me from loving you or the ones around you. the people who truly love you will understand. they will try to if they don’t. what are you so scared about?

“I love you. okay?--- and yes! I am scared. is that what you wanted?” said y/n, challenging phoenix. “I am terrified, what they will think. i’ve had my run-ins with bigots and homophobes, alright? they are nothing like that! but these are the only family I got, and if my sexuality is the thing that breaks what we have…I couldn’t live with myself.”

nat’s eyes softened at the confession. she could see her heart shatter in her eyes. y/n huffed, turning around and heading for the living room.

“y/n, where are you going?” asked nat, following her to the living room. y/n faced her, dropping her eyes.

“out.” said y/n, bluntly. nat opened her mouth to ask, but closed it when y/n grabbed her jacket and walked out, shutting the door. she needed space to think about what she said if she wanted this to work. and prayed to god it will work.

***

minutes later, y/n pulled up to an all too familiar place. the hard deck. its glowing sign and beachy exterior gives her a sense of calmness. walking up to the doors, she was hit with alcohol and warmth. it wasn’t the good kind of warmth, more of the club warmths of peoples bodies up against each other. the only warmth she craved right now was nat’s.

with long strides, y/n made it to the bar and sat on a stool. penny stood at the end of the bar, passing a customer their drink. y/n sat tensely, rubbing her knuckles and staring off into space.

“y/n?” called penny, walking over with a glass in her hand, “you okay?”

“is it that obvious?” said y/n, sighing and dropping her shoulders. penny smiled sadly, putting ice into the glass.

“well, you kind of walked in here with a cloud over your head-” said penny, attempting to lighten the mood, “-i think you left some rain on my floors.”

“oh, haha,” said y/n softly, her smile growing slightly. if anyone could bring her spirits up, it was penny. after years of coming to the hard deck during top gun, she grew to be the mother she never had. growing up without a mother was the hardest thing, especially with being a girl. she was never told about menstruation, or about sex, or about anything. she was completely in the dark and her father was too conservative to even speak on the matters. he didn’t even agree with her following jake to the navy.

“here you go,” said penny, placing a drink in front of her, “one very strong rum and coke for c/s.”

thanking penny, y/n grabbed the glass and took a sip. it burned worse than straight vodka. penny wasn’t kidding about it being strong. coughing, she cleared her throat.

“oh yup, you weren’t kidding.” coughed y/n, earning a laugh from penny. lifting her eyebrows, she scooted it away from her a little.

“do you want to talk about it?” asked penny, looking up from drying a glass.

sighing, y/n shook her head.

“no, i’m-” she stopped herself from tearing up, “i’m good. don’t feel like getting into it.”

penny nodded, putting the glass away. “just know, y/n, whatever you need to talk about, i’m here. okay?”

“thanks, penny, but,” said y/n grabbing her drink and getting up from the stool, “i feel like getting away from it for a few hours will help, you know?”

“alright honey, just know, i’ll always be here for you.” said penny, sending her a smile and going to a customer.

it stung her that she didn’t tell penny. penny was the closest thing she had to a mother and the fact she couldn’t tell her what was troubling her felt like her father all over again. maybe nat was right, she was just a scared, stupid, asshole.

“there she is!” yelled hangman, smiling. “the woman of the hour!”

cheers erupted from the group, welcoming her to the party. forcing a smile, y/n walked through them, earning pats on the back.

“we were just about to start darts, wanna join?” asked jake, gesturing to the dart board.

“and what? just so you can win with your party trick?” said y/n, earning a chuckle from her brother.

“afraid i’ll beat you, again?” y/n smacked his arm, causing him to laugh.

“game on idiot.”

“right back at you stupid.”

it shouldn’t have hurt her the way it did. she always joked with jake by calling each other names. but whenever stupid came up, she tensed and hoped he didn’t see. but a brother’s intuition wasn't wrong, he knew something was up.

after round and round, they finally finished their darts game; the group had slowly dispersed at that time. leaving a sleepy bob and a passed out fanboy and payback.

“you really ripped phoenix a new one today, didn’t you?” said jake, hoping that it would lift her spirits. her heart skipped a beat and she could feel her smile drop.

“oh yeah, definitely.” said y/n, forcing a laugh, which came out more choked. “definitely.”

“we should probably head home,” said hangman, glancing at the three sleeping guys. “they’ll be fine. penny will take care of ‘em.”

jake picked up his jacket from the chair and headed for the door.

“jake.” called y/n, her brother stopped and turned around, worry clear in his eyes. “can i stay with you?”

jake studied her expression, which she tried to keep natural, but her aching heart didn’t help. with a nod, he gestured to her to follow him. catching up to him, she walked beside him, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. she leaned into him instinctively. he knew what it meant when she asked to stay with him, but he didn't know it was about her.

***

it was nearly two in the morning and y/n sat on the couch, staring at the tv. she couldn’t shake the fight earlier. she didn’t know how to save it, there was no way to take back the words she said. half of them she didn’t mean, she just said it to hurt nat. and they were such great words, she now resided on the couch of her brother’s apartment.

“hey mope,” said jake, handing her a water bottle. he took a seat beside her.

“thanks.” said y/n, tracking the water bottle.

“you’re really in the doghouse now, huh?” asked jake, drinking his water and looking at her. “considering where you are now.”

y/n nodded and bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. smiling, she looked up hoping they would go away. “oh yeah, im definitely stuck in the doghouse after this one.”

“how is the ole girlfriend? I mean before this happened.” said jake, gesturing to her. y/n mustered up a sarcastic chuckle.

“she is good, probably happier than me.” said y/n, wiping the stray tears. she stared at the tv, watching it distort with her tears. after a few seconds, she spoke her mind.

“this might be it, jake,” choked y/n, holding back a sob, “i don’t think we could come back from this. i said some shit I can’t take back…and I-i don’t know how to fix it.”

jake moved closer to her and pulled her into his chest. y/n dropped her head into his chest, letting the emotion flood her brain. she sobbed and held onto him. he kissed the top of her head, saying soothing words softly.

“i love her, jake. I love her so goddamn much.” sobbed y/n, holding onto his waist, “i can’t live without her, she is my everything. i can’t lose her!”

jake closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, there was only one other time he held her while she cried like this. when she told dad. not taking it well was an understatement for the ages. screaming, throwing things. she was disowned and at that moment, he knew he was taking her to top gun to him. it wasn’t just his dream at that point, it was theirs.

minutes went by and y/n had passed out in his arms. jake ran a hand over her hair and smiled sadly down at her sleeping face.

“lets get some sleep, sweets.” whispered jake, moving to get up and picked up her, carrying her to her room. putting her in the blankets, jake tucked her in and looked at her one final time. she was still the little girl he watched over the night after mom died. setting up his bed next to her crib, consisting of his baby blanket and pillow. and he will always look out for her. until the end.

***

“this morning, we got some news that our time is cut to two weeks.” said maverick, y/n’s eyes widened. “this means we are moving on to low altitude high speed training. this will be the most intense training of your life. you will have to sustain consciousness at a minimum of nine gs.”

everyone sat up straight at this information. nine gs was nearly impossible to stay awake at, even for the strongest person in the world.

“you will fight for your life to stay conscious. this is where you are at your most vulnerable and the enemy knows that.”

y/n nodded, ignoring the aching feeling as she looked at the back of nat’s head. not even a glance when she walked in. maverick was explaining the rest of the maneuver, but she could care less as the love of her life hated her. she hoped she would feel her staring and glance at her, but for the rest of the meeting, nothing.

“hangman, phoenix and bob, you are our first group, suit up.” maverick ordered, causing the three to stand and nod. y/n glanced up at jake, who stood beside her. he winked at her and smiled, telling her its alright. she relaxed a bit.

everyone got up and left the classroom, she followed the group and got to the hallway, she could see phoenix through the fleet and called out to her.

“phoenix!” called y/n, pushing past aviators to catch up with her. she didn’t turn around. “phoenix, hold on!”

nat picked up speed, close to turning the corner. looking around quickly, no one was around.

“nat!” called y/n, phoenix stopped at her name. she caught her attention. running to her, she stumbled toward her and sent her a small smile.

“nat, I am-”

“is it important c/s?” said phoenix, cutting her off. y/n’s smile dropped.

“nat, I…”

“i have training, that I am very dedicated to.” said phoenix, casting her a glare. “which you know, I am not risking.

without a word, phoenix walked away. leaving y/n in the hall alone. slumping down on a bench, she ran a hand over her mouth, rocking herself to stop the tears. she just had to get through this day, but with the deadline moved closer, the stress added on. she just wanted her love back.

the three of them were suited up in their gear and made their way to the hanger. three jets line up at the end of the runway. one for hangman, one for phoenix and bob, and the other she had no idea.

as they settled in, y/n ran to the radio room, where everyone gathered to listen to comms between the pilots. minutes passed, and they were in the air.

it started off normal, hangman taking point with phoenix and bob following behind. they began the 200 metre flight through the simulated track. two minutes and thirty seconds do get in and out.

“were losing seconds hangman!” said phoenix through the radio, y/n shifting her seat, moving closer to it. “okay, keep up!”

y/n rolled her eyes and shut them, she could practically feel the smirk on his lips. he was going to go way too fast. she remembered topgun training and the reason he became hangman, because he hangs you out to dry.

in the words of phoneix.

“hey, hey, hangman slow down! i can’t keep up.” said phoenix. “phoenix, were coming up on the incline in twenty seconds.” said bob, trying to hide his fear.

“i told you, to keep up.”

“now!” yelled bob, causing the radio to crackle. they had an incline of nine gs, the weight of 2000 pounds pushing your skull on your spine. y/n closed her eyes, her nail between her teeth.

listening to the static, she could hear maverick break through.

“alright hangman, head back. phoenix, even out.”

hangman replied, but phoenix was quiet.

“phoenix, i repeat, even out your wings!”

“shes in g-lock!” screamed bob through the radio.

y/n held a hand to her mouth, standing up. she didn't care that the other aviators stared her. they were all worried, but her reaction was out of the ordinary.

“phoenix! even out! even out!” yelled maverick. y/n could only imagine what was happening. phoenix and bob hurtling towards the mountains with bob frantically trying to wake her. it squeezed the breath out of her, she couldn't breath. her throat began to tighten and she began to shake.

“shes not waking up! oh god.” muttered bob quietly. “oh shit oh shit, pull up!”

static filled the radio, y/n hoped to hear anyone talk about anything. praying to anyone who would answer, that phoenix would be alright.

“holy shit.”

relief rushed over her and y/n dropped to the ground hearing phoenix speak. letting the tears fall, she held her chest, slouching over onto the ground. fanboy and payback rushed over to her trying to catch her before she fell. when they didn't make it, fanboy held her while payback went to grab some water.

they understood the relationship between her and phoenix, not to the dating extent, but they were practically inseparable. even at the beginning of top gun, if one was without the other they couldn't function.

“she’s okay, bob’s okay, they are all okay! alright y/n?”

“head back to base, medicals waiting.” said maverick, phoenix replying with a quick yeah.

“i have to go-” said y/n, releasing herself from fanboy’s arms, with mild protest from him. “i have to see her!”

fanboy nodded, and ran along with her as she sprinted down the hall. reaching the doors, she found stretchers waiting outside and medical staff, awaiting the arrival of bob and phoenix.

the rest of the aviators had followed suit, standing behind her as she walked through the doors. spotting phoenix walking toward them, she didn’t care anymore. no one was getting between them.

“natasha!” screamed y/n, running toward her, everyone calling out for her. nat looked up with little energy and she couldn't hold it in any longer.

“y/n!” cried phoenix, letting her tears fall.

y/n ran as fast as her legs would take her. she got to phoenix, heaving in front of her. staring into her eyes, she didn't care. she wasn't scared anymore.

moving a strand of hair behind her ear, y/n caressed her cheek. nat leaned into her touch, crying on to her hand.

“i love you…” whispered y/n, forgetting the world around her. “...i’m not scared anymore.”

phoenix opened her eyes and looked longing at her girlfriend.

smiling, she pulled phoenix into a kiss. it was soft and passionate. one long overdue kiss she should've done instead of fighting.

pulling back, she looked into her eyes more, a smile on her lips. they didn't have to hide anymore, and her fear was gone. she would get over every fear in the world to have nat in her arms.

“y/n?” said hangman, eyebrows furrowing.

y/n froze and phoenix stood between him and her.

“yes, she is my girlfriend, you have a problem with that mr. hotshot?” said phoenix through gritted teeth.

hangman’s eyes widened and gestured to phoenix, “out of all women in the world, you had to choose phoenix?” yelled hangman. “you made me one promise and i only find out after she nearly dies!”

“wait what?” said phoenix, y/n forgot to tell her one about the only other person who knew. “you’re not mad at her?”

“oh trust me, i am fuming.” said hangman, clenching his jaw, “but right now, i am mad at you phoenix, how dare you go after my sister! especially after i told everyone that she was off limits! does nobody remember that?”

hangman looked around with his arms out, turning to find the group of aviators with all mixed reactions. some were shocked, others were disgusted and the rest were relieved.

y/n studied the crowd and looked for one in particular. a wave of relief flushed her, memphis stood with a soft smile. she didn't hate her. other aviators didn't matter one bit, as long as elise was fine, and bob was too disoriented to realise what was happening, but she imagined he didn't mind.

giggling at phoenix's starstruck reaction of hangman, “hey babe, might wanna close your mouth, don't wanna catch flies.”

phoenix slapped her shoulder, “you told me no one knew! i assumed your brother was also on that list!”

“you think she would keep something like this away from me, who do you think was her wingman all these years?”

y/n eyes widened at hangman and made a motion to cut it out. phoenix raised her eyebrows and turned to y/n, “so, you're saying, all those times you said i was your first relationship, it wasn’t true?”

hangman shook his head quickly, “hey, i would know if my sister was in a relationship okay? besides, they weren’t real relationships, just hook-ups.”

she was going to kill him and hide his body. y/n made a choking motion to him. she stopped when phoenix turned to her, smiling sheepishly.

“yes, you would definitely know when she was in a relationship, not like we've been keeping this secret since the beginning of topgun.” said phoenix sarcastically. she turned to y/n, “now, for you. i nearly forgive you for the first fight, but you're on the couch for another day for that one. i'm going to get a check up.”

“hold on! for years? oh my god.” yelled hangman, stalking off toward her.

“jake, i am going to kill you,” said y/n running after him. “don't hurt my girlfriend!”

“right now shes an aviator!”

y/n ran after the both of them. she still couldn't believe she did it. she overcame the one fear of losing the only family she had left, but it was worth it. natasha was always worth the risk.

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Old Photos

Summary: Maverick is approached by the pilots on Rooster’s old photos. Rooster catches them and wonders how Maverick has them.

Writers note: AM IN LOVE WITH TOP GUN- This is the first ever fanfic/ one shot i ever posted on here, so uh apologies for any inconsistencies or any errors !! Enjoy!!

Maverick sat at the counter of the bar. Gazing longingly at Penny Benjamin, not even realising the group of pilots that were standing behind him.

Phoenix snorts as she watches Maverick pay no attention to them. Completely enthralled by Penny who seemed to have not even noticed the admirer.

“Um, Maverick, sir?” Hangman says, standing at the side of him. Maverick’s eyes widen as he shakes his head, looking at the pilot.

“Yes? How may I help you?” He asks, smiling awkwardly.

Hangman smirks, taking a glance at Phoenix who only rolled her eyes at him. 

“You flied with Rooster’s old man back in the day right? He was your rio?”

Maverick’s face drained. He bites the inside of his cheek before nodding slowly.

“So you’re close with Rooster’s family?”

Maverick raises an eyebrow. “You could say that.”

“Do you have any old photos of Rooster?” Hangman asks, a smug smile creeping up his face. Maverick smiles. 

“Of course I do.”

~

Bradley cusses as he slams the car door close. He was late. He had promised the others he’d be there half an hour earlier but traffic had kept him in the same place for more than 10 minutes.

He enters the bar, scanning the place for his fellow pilots. Bob glances up meeting Rooster’s eye. He smiles, waving Rooster over. Rooster smiles back, putting his sunglasses on his head before making his way to the counter.

“Woah woah woah, what are you guys doing?” Rooster asks, taking a seat between Bob and Phoenix.

“I didn’t know you were a band kid Rooster,” Hangman says. Rooster’s face contorts in confusion. He looks at Hangman who was leaning down on the counter, a phone in hand, Maverick sitting next to him, smiling shyly at Rooster.

“Pardon?” Rooster says, raising an eyebrow at the smug pilot.

“You were such a cute kid,” Phoenix says, grabbing the phone from Hangman. Rooster looks at her confused. Bob snickers. 

“Maverick is showing us pictures of you as a kid,” Bob says. “You were incredibly cute!” 

“And embarrassing,” Hangman’s snorts out. “Come on? A cowboy hat to prom?” 

“Yeah? and what’s it to you?” Rooster says, staring daggers into Hangman who only smirks.

“Whoo, easy there Roos, I’m just messing around.”

Rooster watches as the man leaves the phone on the counter, walking towards Payback and Fanboy. Rooster bites the inside of his cheek, turning his attention to Maverick.

“Why did you show them those? Actually- why do you even have them?” Rooster asks, his tone low and slightly pissed. Maverick stares back, though his gaze falters.

“Rooster, I made a promise to Carole. I can’t change what has happened Bradley. I sure wish I could. I wish that you could’ve been raised by Goose, I sure as hell know that he would be an amazing father; but still, he’s… gone now,” Maverick looks straight into Rooster’s eyes who was a bit taken aback.

“I may not be your dad, but I practically raised you. Why would I not have photos of you?”

Rooster doesn’t respond, slipping into the chair next to him. “I guess you’re right,” he mumbles quietly to himself. 

Maverick chuckles. “You were definitely a cute kid; though very… rambunctious.” 

“And an awful fashion taste, YOU WORE SOCKS WITH SANDALS!” Bob says loudly. Phoenix cackles, slamming her hand into the counter. Rooster turns red in embarrassment.

“I was a dumb teen!” Rooster says back, his face cracking into a smile. He turns his attention back to Maverick.

Rooster smiles. “How many of those do you have?”

“Enough.”

“Well, I wanna see-“

“We” Phoenix says, cutting him off. Rooster rolls his eyes.

“Well, we wanna see how much enough truly means.”

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Natasha "Phoenix" Trace Masterlist

I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him (Smut)

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