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I Know || NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

PAIRING: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Your growing crush on nat is hard to ignore, but everything changes after a little game.

WARNINGS: suggestiveness, dirty thoughts, smut, 18+ MDNI, fingering, sexual content, oral sex fem receiving, face-riding, language, alcohol, switch!phoenix

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

The crash of the waves against the rocks is peaceful, despite the loud hollers and laughter from the Dagger Squad. You all hold a pose for a group photo on the shore of the pacific in front of the Airbnb you all pitched in for. Nat’s arm hung around your neck, her fingers dangling freely off you, just barely brushing the exposed skin from your bikini top. You smiled at the camera, but held your breath—you found yourself doing that a lot lately when you were around Jake’s crew of friends. It was only days ago, however, that you realized that it wasn’t his friends who made you feel like you couldn’t breathe—it was Natasha.

Being a longtime friend of Jake’s, he was the one to introduce you to them all many months ago, and it was him you blamed for getting you into this love-sick mess. If he hadn’t meddled in your social life—or your lack of one, you’d be at home right now. Alone, sure, but definitely not pining over a pilot who was definitely out of your league. It really wasn’t his fault, you knew that, but you wished it was. It wasn’t like you planned on falling for Natasha, it just happened over the course of getting to know her. Hell, you didn’t even have a crush on her the first day you’d met her–sure, she was pretty, there was no denying that. But you didn’t know her, know her.

Not the way you do now.

Nat jogged over to the beachgoer she tasked with taking the photo, getting her phone back, while the rest scattered around the area you all claimed as your own and continued their game of dogfight football. She lifts her sunglasses up, and examines the photo in her camera roll. You watch as she rests a hand on her hip, swiping her finger on the homescreen, undoubtedly sending the picture out to everyone already. She made her way back to where you sat, walking ever so slowly, swaying her hips as she did so. You could swear she was doing it on purpose, but then, maybe you were just crazy. Black is definitely her color, you thought. The thin strings of her bikini top were tied together and held their position by nothing more than a whole lot of faith. The curve of her breasts is obvious, and the realization that you’re even thinking about her like this makes your cheeks heat up. God, it was like everything she did lately was sexual, like she knew what you were thinking. Innocently inviting you to go shopping, but picking the most sinful dress, or going to the beach and teasing you with the tiny pieces of fabric that barely covered her. It was the best kind of torture, but one that made you lose sleep—especially when her room was directly next to yours.

“Careful, now.” Hangman's voice startled you as he came up from behind you, drink in hand.

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he says, a smirk on his face. “You’re practically drooling.”

You scoff, “Yeah, right. Am not.”

Hangman chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a bit of a crush.”

Eyes going wide, you become tense, and laugh it off. “On Nat? No, no.”

Jake takes a long sip of his beer, narrowing his gaze on you, as if trying to search for the truth. But his smirk says it all. “I didn’t say anything about Phoenix.”

FUCK.

“Wait a minute, I-”

Hangman walked away from you, toward the rest of the group, completely ignoring your pleas and desperate attempts to keep him from saying anything. Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like he can walk twice as fast now that he has something to hold against you, and your feet are suddenly made of bricks–no matter how fast you try to walk in sandals on the beach, all you manage to do is kick up sand and put more distance between you and him. When you finally catch up to him, Hangman’s already talking to the rest of the group—Nat included. She turns in your direction, flashing a smile.

“And here she is,” Hangman pats your shoulder. “We’re gonna play a little game. That is, if you can handle it.”

Oh god.

—

Jake’s great idea of a game turned out to be nothing more than Truth or Dare or Shot–a stupid game you hadn’t played since college. It worked just like truth or dare, but you could pass on a dare or a question by taking a shot. Poor Bob took the brunt of it, nearly passing out after three shots; Fanboy nearly got caught skinny-dipping in the ocean and decided he’d be taking shots if he was dared to do something stupid again; Coyote and Payback had a mini competition going on against Rooster and Hangman, trying to see which pair could last the longest without taking a shot. Phoenix was fearless, completing every dare, and every truth, making you wonder how she made it all look so easy. You, on the other hand, were barely making it out alive. Answering the questions as vaguely as possible and managing to only take two shots when Rooster dared you to cliff jump and when Fanboy asked if you would ever date a pilot. Still, anxiety rushed through you every time Jake asked you a question or dared you. With a taunting look in his eyes, he enjoyed watching you squirm and die a little on the inside at the idea of coming forward with your little secret.

Now, he decided, that was about to change.

“Alright, Phoenix,” Hangman speaks to her, but his eyes are on you. Normally you’d think you were safe, but the way he says her name has you thinking otherwise. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

She scoffs like it’s no big deal, “That’s the best you got?”

Nat stands from her seat, walking in a circle around the rest of you in your chairs, making you all wonder where she was gonna stop. At this point you don’t know if you hate Jake for that or what. Really, it can go one of two ways–either he forces the secret out of you, or she kisses one of the guys. You weren’t sure which was worse. Weaving in between the seats, Nat brushes her fingers along the chairs, sometimes touching the shoulders of the one everyone thinks she’s going to kiss. Hangman and Rooster sat on either side of you, and you could easily say with confidence that she would end up kissing one of them–they had a flirty friendship like that.

Before you can even process what’s going on, Nat is straddling you in your seat, taking everyone by surprise. The buzzing laughter and conversations come to a stop, but Nat just grins–she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her hands snake around your neck and her touch feels just as electrifying as when you posed for the photo. Nat’s dark hair is loose, hanging just off her shoulders as she tilts her head, and you can smell the saltwater on her. It’s both intoxicating and addicting, making you forget all about the nervous feelings you had for her. She grabs your hands, placing them on her waist, leaning into you so much that her boobs are practically in your face, teasing you.

Nat makes direct eye contact with you, enjoying the way you try and evade it, as if her ass isn’t using your thighs as a seat. Leaning into your ear, she whispers, “I know.”

This grabs your attention, your eyes go wide—exactly like she planned, and using your weakness to her advantage, she presses her lips softly against yours. As if you weren’t already totally under her command, you’re absolutely fucked now. Her lips are soft, and you melt like putty against her, accidentally letting out a noise of approval when she flicks her tongue at your bottom lip. You taste a mixture of the alcohol and her chapstick and it’s overwhelming, taking over your senses.

The only thing that makes you come back is the scattered “coughs” from the guys who sat around you.

“I said kiss the hottest person, not start a porno in front of everyone.” Jake says as his Phoenix climbs off of you.

“What? Did we make you hard, Bagman?” Phoenix retorted, winking at you before she sat back down at her own seat.

Jake didn’t even know what to say, and there was no answer that was going to be good enough—he could say no, but then there was the truth…

—

When you lay down for bed, you can’t sleep. How could you? All you can think about is the fact that Nat knows. She knows. All those months of getting to know each other, spending time together, looking back on it, your crush is pretty obvious. It really couldn’t be as bad as you were thinking right? The girl you’d had a crush on for months literally just kissed you. She’d practically made out with you in front of everyone, and needless to say, your ego took a much needed boost. The feeling of Nat’s soft skin under your grip was imprinted into your mind, and if you closed your eyes and thought hard enough, it was like you could feel her lips against yours again. Just thinking about her makes you press your thighs together and squirm in bed. Sliding your hand down the waistband of your sleeping shorts, your fingers draw light circles around your throbbing clit through the dampening fabric, sending a shiver throughout your body. Your breath quickens as your fingers roam up and down your pussy, but before you can do anything more, there’s a light knock at your door. More than likely, it was Jake, back to tease you again about Nat—he’d already made cryptic comments before you all decided it was time to call it a night. You turn on a dim lamp on the desk, before making your way to the door, “I swear if you’re here to just bother me, I-”

Oh. It’s not Jake at the door, but Nat.

“Sorry, did I wake you? I can go.” She says.

“N-no! No, sorry, I thought you were Hangman.”

“And why would Hangman be coming to visit you at three in the morning?” Nat crosses her arms, intrigued, and you can’t help but notice the outline of her nipples through the tank top. She walks past you and into your room, closing the door behind her. “Better question, what are you still doing awake?”

“I-uh, I can’t sleep.” It’s not a total lie, but were you really gonna admit you’d been lying there, trying to get off at the thought of her? No.

“Funny,” she circles back to where you still stand by the closed door. “I can’t either. All I keep thinking about is our hot little make out earlier tonight.” Nat smirks, knowing how heated your cheeks must feel right now.

To say you’re speechless is a fucking understatement, you can’t even breathe when she’s barely inches away from you, taunting you to make the first move. .

Nat lets out a small chuckle, “C’mon, I know you loved it, babygirl. I know I make you wet.” The air exhaled from her lips is warm against your face. Her hand ghosts over your arm, making your skin tingle as she slides her hand lower and lower, ever so slightly tugging off your shorts and grazing her fingertips over your clothed pussy. “See,” her fingers are warm as she slips them down your panties, rubbing up and down the wetness that pools between your thighs. “You’re soaking.”

Biting back a moan, you close your eyes, throwing your head back against the door, but the moan escapes anyways, “Fuck, Nat.” You’d dreamt of this for so long, and now you could barely tell if it was real life or just another dream. But the way she curls her fingers inside your cunt and teases your mouth with her tongue proves that it's your sweet reality.

“I think we need to finish what we started,” Nat is slow to pull the tank top off her body, revealing her breasts and hardening nipples all to you. Completely on display, she reaches for the hem of your own shirt and slips it over your head, “What do you think about that?” You don’t even need to answer her–the moan that escapes your lips as she presses hot kisses to your neck says it all. Guiding her to your bed, you kiss her feverishly, like somehow she would disappear if you didn’t. Nat moans loudly as you explore her mouth, making you grin against her. Never in a million years would you have thought that you could elicit moans out of Phoenix of all people. She was a confident pilot and an even more confident woman, and she was coming undone at your touch right under you. Using your thumbs to massage her breasts, you take one into your mouth, sucking it ever so slightly. The light and gentle nature of your mouth spurs Nat, “C’mon, babygirl, more.” She brings your hand down from her breast and onto her pussy instead, arching her back as your middle and ring fingers inch their way in. It’s something you never thought you’d see, but it’s a sight you never want to forget. Phoenix is completely and utterly under your control at this moment, and it’s all the courage you need to keep going, to keep fucking her. She bites your bottom lip as you kiss her sloppily, and whines when she can’t feel you inside her anymore. Nat looks beautiful under the dim light, totally at your will.

Trailing kisses down her abdomen, your mouth stopping at her entrance, licking a stripe in between her folds. “You’re so wet for me, Nat. You sure you weren’t thinking about this just as much as I have?”

“G-God, you have no idea.” Phoenix bucks her hips, desperate for more friction, “I can’t stop th-thinking about you.” Her words are breathy as she tries her hardest to make complete sentences. “S-should’ve fucked you in front of e-everyone.”

You let out a small laugh, “I don’t think Jake would’ve minded.”

He really wouldn’t have, you know that and keep it in the back of your head.

Nat’s legs shake as you swirl your tongue and suck on her clit, “F-Fuck, I-I’m, I’m not gonna last.”

“C’mon, Nat, cum for me.” The encouragement combined with the expert motions of your tongue is all she needs to let go. Her breath is hot and fast as she reaches her high, and it doesn’t take long before the pleasure leaks out of her pussy and onto your tongue, dripping like heaven. Using her elbows to prop herself up, Nat tries to catch her breath, but you’re quick to kiss her. The mixture of saliva and cum is nearly too much to handle all at once, the sweet sounds of you moaning in each other’s mouths is damn near XXX-rated. She grabs your neck, and flips you under her with such strength—a total contrast than the submissive nature of before, that you’d almost forgotten that she was in the best shape of her life and could easily do what she wanted with you.

Phoenix throws her legs over your waist, straddling you like earlier, but the bare skin on skin contact feels even better than the tease of bikinis and denim shorts. She grabs your wrists tightly, pinning them over your head, her breasts only a kiss away. When you move forward, however, she refuses to let you take any part of her in your mouth without her say. “Nuh-uh, it’s my turn to take care of you. Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up,” she demands, and lays on her back as you move off to the side. “Okay, come here.” You’re on autopilot, your body moves at her command before you even have time to argue or think about it. Phoenix guides you on top of her, “I want you to ride my face.” She’s nonchalant, as if this is the millionth time she’s told you to do so–in reality, it’s probably like the millionth time she’s thought about it. “C’mon, I want to taste you.”

Suddenly butterflies fill your stomach, and you feel sheepish. Nobody could blame you, though, you had never ridden a girl’s face before and you were afraid that somehow you’d suffocate her, totally ruining what you had going on with her right now. “I-I don’t know, Nat, I–”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” she says. “Were you shy when you were facedown in my cunt? Or when you moaned my name when I teased your pretty little pussy?”

No, no you weren’t.

Alright, fuck it.

You slide your body up, gripping the headboard of the bed for support while Phoenix’s lips meet your wet cunt. Her arms wrap on either side of your waist and press into the meat of your thighs, surely leaving bruises there later. Phoenix starts off slow, almost painfully slow, letting you relish in the feeling of ecstasy. Her tongue warm against your core, and she moans in approval, “Oh, babygirl, you taste so fucking amazing.”

Finding your rhythm isn’t hard–grinding yourself back and forth against her mouth takes you to a new high you didn’t even think you could find. “Fucking hell, Nat. I-I-Fuck,” Your words are breathless as Phoenix’s tongue worked like magic, flicking between your slick folds and noisily sucking on your throbbing, sensitive clit. The rich sounds of her mouth smacking against your folds are nothing short of perfection. Her hands reach up and pinch your nipples, making you cry out as she sends you into a state of newfound pleasure and pain, and it’s almost too much. “God, I-I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it, babygirl,” she coaxes. “If you cum for me, I’ll let you suck on my tits. Can you do that for me? Can you cum on my face?” Phoenix’s voice is sultry and demanding, like there’s some kind of drug that fills your ears as she speaks. But you don’t need much convincing. You pick up the pace, riding Nat’s face faster and she fucking loves it. It turns her on even more to see you so desperate to cum, so desperate to chase that high, but she loves the taste of it even more. Her face and tongue are slick and wet from your release as your riding comes to a stop. Grabbing her by the shoulders, you take her up on her offer, sucking on the mound of flesh and grazing your teeth on her nipple. Leaving purple marks around the valley of her breasts and her collarbone, you move to press a longing kiss onto Phoenix’s lips. She moves her hand around your neck, pulling you down and deepening the kiss.

You and Phoenix lay beside one another, legs entangled and arms wrapped around each other’s bodies, so that not even air separates you two. The room is quiet, except for soft breathing, where you could faintly hear the ocean’s waves.

“So how long have you known? About my crush on you?” You ask as she tenderly rubs your arm.

Phoenix smiles in the dim light, chuckling softly. “A long time.”

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a/n: credit to @angelic-dreams13 for giving me ideas and yelling at me to write it jejeje 🫶🏼

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marie-swriting · 6 months

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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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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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But The Dress Looks Better On You

Requested: no

Summary: You are finally able to enjoy a night out with your girlfriend. It’s only a bonus that the dress looks amazing on her. 18+

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut toward the end.

Note: inspired by Monica Barbaro’s dress at the Oscar’s.

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x fem!reader

You hated parties. They just weren’t your scene. Ever since you were younger you had wanted nothing more than to stay out of the limelight, and going to crazy house parties didn’t seem like the way to do that. However, now that you were dating a navy lieutenant, fancy gatherings seemed to become almost a regular occurrence. You had to admit that the only thing that made these events better, was the fact that you got to attend them with Phoenix.

Natasha had been upstairs getting ready for the past 30 minutes. After you had finished your shower, she had promptly kicked you out of the bathroom, claiming that the two of you would never make it in time. Now you were sitting on the couch in the fancy dress that your girlfriend had picked for you while you stared at the clock. There was still an hour and a half before you had to be there. The sound of light music floating through the air distracted you from the steady ticking of the clock.

The thing that you were most looking forward to this evening was seeing Natasha's dress. She had purchased it a week ago, and still refused to let you see it until tonight. A thousand images were racing around your mind as you tried to picture what her dress would look like. She had worn some beautiful dresses in the past, but you had a feeling that this one would supersede all the others. Butterflies were swarming your stomach as the thought of Phoenix all dolled up filled your mind.

You two had been together for almost two years now, only finally making the decision to move in together a few months ago. In the beginning, you were hesitant to go with Phoenix to these special events. It’s not that you didn’t want to, you just were somewhat scared to meet her friends. No matter how much she assured you that they would be extremely accepting of the both of you, you couldn’t help the sliver of doubt that grew in the back of your mind. Your friends hadn’t been the most accepting people when you finally grew the courage to introduce them to Phoenix. Ever since then, you had been worried that her friends would react the same way.

But when you finally did meet her friends, you were blown away by their kindness. The group had welcomed you with open arms, each of them taking time to let you know just how happy you made Phoenix. Apparently they hadn’t seen their friend that happy in years. Bob had even pulled you aside toward the end of the night and gave you the classic speech. While everyone in the group welcomed you, they made sure that you understood what would happen if you hurt Phoenix.

You could hear the bathroom fan shut off upstairs. Instantly, the butterflies fluttered around your stomach. You waited with bated breath as her footsteps moved toward your shared bedroom. After a few minutes the soft padding of her feet turned into the sharp clicking of her heels. And then you could hear her making her way down the stairs slowly. You stood from the couch and smoothed your dress out. One last time you tried to picture what her dress would look like. But when she finally rounded the corner, it was nothing like you thought it would be.

The breath was quickly knocked out of your lungs at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend in her dress. It fit her wonderfully. The dress was two different colors, a soft light blue in the center with a darker burgundy on each of the edges. It flowed so effortlessly off her body. You traced over the lines of her dress and the curves of her hips as your mouth dropped open in awe. A few of the details that you noticed right away were the bow tie high on her waist and the fact that the blue fabric was slightly see-through. Your eyes drifted up to her face. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek high bun. There was a sheepish smile on her face as she stared at you, waiting for your response.

“Wow,” You whispered breathlessly. Stepping closer to her, your eyes continued to take in the beauty that was your girlfriend. “You look gorgeous.” You watched the blush rise on her cheeks. She smiled at you as you did a small twirl.

Once she was facing you again it was her turn to eye you up and down. Your dress was simple. It was long, so long that it brushed against the floor with every step you took. A large assortment of sparkles covered the fabric, shimmering brightly when you moved. “Thank you,” she murmured and rested her hands on your hips. The next thing you felt was the soft brush of her lips against yours as she kissed you softly. You rested your palm on her cheek as you deepened the kiss. Her tongue brushed against your bottom lip before she pulled away slowly. “You look beautiful, too.” She whispered against your lips.

You smiled gently when she pulled away. Her hand slowly ran up and down your sides before she grabbed your hands. As she brought one up to her lips and pressed a lingering kiss to it, her eyes stared deeply into yours. She pulled back and flashed you a familiar smile. “You ready to go?” You nodded softly, following behind her as she pulled you toward the car.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Once you arrived at the venue, you and Natasha mingled for a little while before joining the rest of the Dagger Squad. After many glasses of champagne and a night full of conversation, you and Phoenix finally called it a night around 11:30. Bob offered to drive the two of you home, seeing as he had decided to be the designated driver for the night. The two of you stumbled into your home twenty minutes later.

Together, the two of you made your way upstairs. You grabbed Phoenix's hand as you led her down the hallway. Staring back at her, you offered her a smile that she had seen a thousand times before. That was the smile that you usually gave her right before heading to the bedroom. However, instead of leading her toward the bedroom, you pulled her into the bathroom. Much to her shock you quickly spun on your heel and placed your hands on her hips. Before she could even realize what was happening you had blistered her up onto the countertop. You giggled loudly, and quite drunkenly, at her stunned expression.

Your girlfriend moved her hands up to cup the sides of your face. She kissed you sweetly, both of you smiling into the kiss. When you pulled away, her eyes were dancing between your eyes and your lips. In a split-second decision, she kissed you passionately one last time. Smiling at her, you grabbed the makeup wipes from the drawer and began to carefully and gently wipe down her face. Once all the makeup residue was off, she kissed the inside of your wrists and grabbed the package. She began to wipe over your face, being extra careful around your eyes and mouth.

After a few minutes, both of your faces were make-up-free. Natasha pressed her lips against your forehead before she hopped down to the counter. Now it was her turn to lead you to the bedroom. Once there she turned to you and began to help you out of your dress. Once you were undressed, she couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over your exposed skin. You instantly grew shy, hands moving to cover yourself. She tutted quietly, pulling your hands away from where they were covering your chest.

You watched with bated breath as she lowered her head until it was level with your chest. Her eyes bore deeply into yours as she moved forward. A quiet moan fell from your parted lips when Phoenix wrapped her lips around your soft nipple. Your eyes closed as your head tipped back, soft whines and whimpers tumbling steadily from your mouth. You looked down at her when you felt her pull away. The damp feeling between your legs grew ten times when you saw the thin string of saliva connecting her tongue and your hardened nub.

She straightened up to look at you, grinning as she dipped her hand between your thighs. The feeling of her fingers dancing between your legs made you want to let out a loud cry. A few seconds later she pulled back and smirked at your flustered state. She pressed her lips to yours quickly, slipping her tongue into your mouth seconds later.

Once she pulled back, your hands immediately darted to her dress, urging her to slip the delicate fabric off. She allowed you to slip the straps off of her shoulders, exposing her beautiful tanned skin. The further the dress fell down her body, the more enthralled you became. A gentle smile overcame her face as she watched your eyes dance across her body. One of her hands came up to cup your cheek as she tilted your chin up so that you were facing her. Her plump lips settled onto yours gently as she moved you back toward the bed.

The two of you collapsed onto it, breaking the kiss seconds later. You both giggled quietly. With your foreheads pressed together, Phoenix rolled on top of you with a large smile. “I love you,” You whispered quietly. You leaned up to kiss her gently, lips moving steadily against each other. This time it was you who slipped your tongue into her mouth. One last kiss was shared before you pulled back. “So much.”

Her hand ran up and down your side. Your breath hitched when her fingers began dancing across your lower abdomen. Her words were soft and her breath fanned across your face as she spoke. “I love you too.” The next thing you felt was her hand slipping between your thighs once more. She offered you a devious smile as she began shimmying her way down your body. You cried out when you felt her tongue brush through your folds. Natasha grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down so that your fingers were tangled in her hair. She groaned when you tugged harshly, the sound vibrating against your sensitive cunt. You cried out when her lips wrapped around your clit. One thing was for sure, you wouldn’t be forgetting this night any time soon. Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! This is my first time writing for Phoenix. Please feel free to send in any feedback. Requests are open.

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natashatraceswife · 2 years

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Phoenix x reader of course

Where when Maverick surprises every one in the morning instead of a 1 v 2 it's a 2 v 2 but the second person on Maverick's team was chosen recently and come last minute so everyone is a bit surprised when they realise who the second person is / the reader.

Idk if this is good or not 😅❤

HI THANK U SMM FOR REQUESTING <333

hope this is good !

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why are you here?

"Today, we are going to be testing your skills. 2v2 dogfights", Maverick announced, smirking

"Wait, so will it be 2 of us against another pair of 2 of us?", Rooster asked, clearly confused

"It will be 2 of you against me and another person”, Maverick smiled, as the room visibly screamed of confusion

“Well, who’s gonna be other person?”, Phoenix asked

“They should be here any second now”, Maverick replied, pretending to check his ‘watch’, which was really just his bare, empty wrist. You walked in, right on time with your aviator sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose. With or without the sunglasses that adorned your face, Phoenix could tell it was you right away. Now, you didn’t even know Phoenix was gonna be here, but you were happy! It was like a happy surprise to you!

Phoenix let out a gasp, and Rooster elbowed her, intrigued on what made her let the reaction that escaped from her slightly parted lips. You giggled at the reaction from your lover, and she looked like she was on Cloud 9. Part of her was like confused that you were here, but the other part of here was ecstatic, over the moon. It only took the whole group a couple of glance between you, who was standing next to Maverick, deeply staring at Phoenix with a smile permanently engraved on your face and her, staring back at you, her cheeks flushed, to know that there was something between you two. Now, it takes a lot for Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace to blush, which led the squad to their beliefs. Maverick dismissed the class, and Phoenix, in a blink of an eye, was standing right ahead of you, her 5′7 frame towering over your 5′4 frame.

“What-What are you doing here?”, she questioned, choking on a few of her words as she was laughing

“Babe, what do you mean, I work here. What are you doing here?”, you questioned, as she wrapped you in a hug

“I’m on the mission here, this was what I was telling you about!”, Phoenix explained, as a couple of the members walked towards you two, curious about you.

“So, Natasha, who’s this fine lady?”, a pretty man asked your lover

“Bagman, everyone else, this is y/n, my girlfriend!”, Phoenix giddily said, introducing you to her friends.

“You’re gonna be flying against us?”, Rooster gawked, imagining him and his partner in a dogfight against you and Maverick, two very experienced fighters.

“Yep! It’ll be a blast!”, you smiled, resting your head on Phoenix’s chest, excited to see where the day would take you.

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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Jump scare

Just a drabble. Scary movie with some smutty insinuating.

Pheonix x (Fem!) Reader (callsign York)

The dim light of the hard deck bar began to fade in the distance. You walked out to the parking lot, not ready for the night to end. You lifted your gaze to the water. The waves cast vibrations across the air.

"Pheonix, come on!" You grab her hand and pull her to where the sand meets the water. With each push and pull of the waves, the drinks take more of a toll on your legs.

"York, how drunk are you?" She giggled as her newfound best friend of a few months searched for sea life.

"I've had a few too many. Im fine." You had no luck finding sea life. Settling your eyes on the sky, watching the stars twinkling down.

"I think I need to get you home. Come on." She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. Laughing at your pleads to not leave.

"I'm not that drunk. I'm fine. I just really don't want this night to end, you know." You say objecting to her pleas of taking you home.

"Why don't you come stay the night with me? We can watch that new movie." Happiness fills your face as she speaks.

"Yes. The one with the creepy forest." You start willingly walking to her car.

She opens the door to her house. Her living room is warm. You step in and sit comfortably on her couch. She grabs two waterbottles from her fridge and sits next to you. "You need water to sober you up some." She sips her water and leans back. Putting the water to the side, grabbing the remote, putting the movie on the TV screen.

The dark, dim colors shoot through the dark room. "Okay, I get scared at movies, don't you laugh at me." You speak up leaning back.

Nats' arm was thrown across the back of the couch. She wrapped it around you as you leaned back. "I'm not gonna laugh. I'm gonna be scared, too." She looks back at the screen, jumping as the first scene already had a jump scare.

You started laughing up at her.

"You told me not to laugh. What the hell." Her giggles popping through words.

"Sorry, that was just cute." She rolled her eyes playfully, looking back at the screen.

You jumped at the next scare. You grabbed her shoulder, your leg wrapping over her legs. She laughs this time.

"S‐sor.." You meet her gaze, her face so close to yours. "ry." You finished softly. Her laughing ceased meeting your gaze. You looked down to her lips that were inches from hers. Her hand fell to your hip.

"Would you be mad if I kissed you?" Her words pressed boundaries. You shook your head softly. She looked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. The gap slowly closed as you both pressed the boundaries further. Her soft lips moved in sync with yours. She pulled your bottom lip in, nipping softly at the flesh. Your body tensed in pleasure as she gripped at your hips, pulling your body to straddle hers.

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callsign-rockstar · 2 years

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When I Kissed The Teacher - N. Trace x fem reader

When the legendary Y/n "Raven" Y/l/n comes back to co-teach with Pete Maverick Mitchell, a certain aviator catches her eye at the Hard Deck the night before their first day of class. Phoenix is head over heels for Y/n, not knowing she'd be her teacher. Maybe kissing the instructor isn't so bad after all :)

a/n: hey guys!!!! I really hope you love this a lot, I really really enjoyed writing it and I literally cannot wait to write my next nat x fem reader fic hehehehe. anyways, this is dedicated to @cfvgbhndun since they sent in the ask. thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!!

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Opening the door to the Hard Deck, y/n felt all the memories hit her in the face. The flurry of memories was both a cool ocean breeze and a huge tidal wave that swallowed her whole. The smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and a little bit of sweat wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but it smelled like home. It smelled like the memories she’d made with her Top Gun classmates, her family.

Y/n walked in like she owned the place, she was taking off her aviators that were tangled in her hair, jacket falling off her shoulder a little. Some people recognized her, technicians and staff at the Top Gun who patted her on the back and smiled at her. She had retired from her position as Vice Admiral after an unfortunate accident on the carrier ship that had massively scarred her both emotionally and physically. Though she’d seen people die in combat, nothing would ever compare to the horrors she witnessed on that carrier. She retired from being in the skies as a highly decorated pilot, but more importantly as an absolute legend.

Walking toward the bar, she turned her head to the wall Penny had set up to commemorate the Top Gun classes and walked closer to it. She spotter her class a few pictures back from the last one she’d hung and it made her feel like it had been so long ago. She remembered each and every one of her classmates, from the quietest ones all the way to the ones who got on her nerves. Her eyes moved to the pictures next to hers, recognizing a few notable aviators. Then, she went all the way back to the pictures of the 80s and she scanned for the one where her co-teacher appeared. The legendary Maverick Mitchell was right there, but next to him was Goose Bradshaw. She knew about his son: he was supposed to go into the naval academy with her but she never really knew why he never made it.

As her eyes were returning to Maverick in the picture, Penny’s infamous bell rang out and the bar erupted in a deafening cheer. She smiled and turned around to the bar to see who all the commotion was for, spotting Pete in the flesh. They had met before, once or twice at naval events, and they’d flown together a couple times. To her, Mitchell was still a mystery, a legend, and someone who was quite similar to her. As three guys carried him out, she ran towards them and patted Maverick on the shoulder.

“Nice to see you, Pete!” she nearly yelled over all the commotion. He saluted her with a defeated smile as the men tossed him out of the bar and into the sand. She recognized the three men as some of the students they’d be teaching the next day and she couldn’t wait to see their reaction when they realized that they had literally thrown one of their teachers into the sand the evening before.

“Y/n!” exclaimed Penny from behind the bar.

“Long time no see, Penny,” replied Y/n, settling herself on a barstool and shoving her phone into her pocket. She knew the rules by now and she was not going to be the second person that night to get thrown out that evening, and certainly not the second teacher.

“How’ve you been, Raven?” asked Penny.

“Oh, you know, getting by. I really thought I was grounded for good. But I really couldn’t say no to coming back here, especially not when they told me I’d be co-teaching with Pete Mitchell. We both know I love a challenge, eh? How about you and Amelia?” replied y/n.

“Always here. Amelia’s doing great, she loves to sail and she likes to help around here before everyone comes in for the night,” said Penny.

“She must be so grown up by now! Time really does fly. Does she still play piano?” asked y/n.

“I mean, she likes to practice here in the mornings, but it’s really just for fun. I bet you still play piano though,” Penny winked, unplugging the jukebox. The sudden absence of music did not go unnoticed even with all the loud conversation and laughter.

“Damn, Penny, I haven’t even been here 20 minutes!” said Y/n laughing. She had no choice but to make her way towards the piano.

Over by the pool tables, a certain group of aviators watched her walking. They observed the way her hips swayed and the way her hair fell on her shoulders so effortlessly.

“Dude, who’s that chick?” asked a smirking Hangman. Coyote laughed with his friend, echoing his sentiment.

Phoenix couldn’t keep her eyes off of y/n, curiosity sparking in her. She had no idea who she was but something about her completely had her attention and drew her in. She almost didn’t notice her legs moving her toward the woman, interested in where she was heading.

Y/n sat at the bench in front of the piano cracking her knuckles for comedic effect, eliciting a few laughs from those who knew her and those who didn’t alike.

“It’s been a while,” she said, playing the keys on the piano to warm up and feel it again. She had a piano in her house, but she really hadn’t played the Hard Deck’s piano in a long time.

As her hands began to fly across the keyboard, she was back and better than ever.

“Listen, baby, ain’t no mountain high,” she started.

Her singing voice was booming, rich and smooth. It filled the entire bar, every crack and crevice just as much as it filled Penny’s and other people’s head with memories of what the Hard Deck used to be.

Phoenix was entranced, mesmerized by the woman sitting a few feet away from her. She was part of the group of people who had never heard Y/n sing or even seen her, but that were already charmed. Suddenly, she looked at Bradley, who was standing next to her.

“Hey Rooster, isn’t this a Bradshaw thing? The whole ‘I will burst into song if I see a piano nearby’?” she asked.

“I mean, it was. I guess someone took my place here while I was gone,” he replied.

“Actually,” Penny chimed in, “she filled the gap between you and your dad. He was here back in the 80s, and she came here in the late 90s. The greatest of her generation in every way,” she smiled.

“So she was top of her class?” Phoenix asked.

“She graduated as the best aviator out of all her Top Gun classmates. I’d say she was the best pilot the navy saw that entire decade, she was just like Maverick,” Penny answered.

Rooster was just starting to put the pieces together. Famous aviator from the 90s, best of the best, kind of like Maverick. He’d heard of the call sign Raven and began to understand who she could be. He was terribly impressed and somewhat starstruck, but he was also beginning to question why she was back there. Phoenix was even more in awe after learning this fact while hearing her voice fill the entire place.

“‘Cause, baby, there ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you baby”, she sang, the entire bar singing along with her. Even Maverick was enjoying himself through the window.

Phoenix was standing close enough to the piano to admire her face but not close enough to reach it. With her beer in hand, she cheered her on and sang along with her. She was struggling to not sit next to her and put her arm around the woman’s waist, but she thought of it as nothing more than a bad case of infatuation. She knew nothing about her, only that she was also an aviator, that she was talented as hell, and that she was the most gorgeous being she’d ever laid her eyes on.

Rooster seemed to notice this, leaning down to whisper in Phoenix’s ear.

“Seems like you’ve got a horrible case of heart eyes, Nat,” he said, laughing a little.

She was so fixated on Y/n that she barely registered Rooster’s comment and clapped furiously once the woman wrapped up her song. People clapped from every corner of the bar and she was by far the loudest cheerer. Y/n bowed and smiled at everyone, her gaze lingering on Phoenix for a second longer than it had on everyone else’s.

“Did you see that? Did you, Bradley? Please tell me it wasn’t just me,” she told Rooster.

“It wasn’t you, Phoenix. I saw that too,” he replied, smiling at Natasha.

A couple hours and many drinks after, Y/n decided it was time to head home. She knew the aviators she’d be teaching were at the Hard Deck the whole time she was there, but she didn’t necessarily think it was the best idea to introduce herself to them in this state. She said goodbye to Penny and walked home. She purposely didn’t drive to the bar because the apartment she was renting wasn’t too far and because she knew she’d be drunk and definitely wouldn’t be able to drive.

Natasha was following Y/n with her eyes through the window.

“Earth to Phoenix!! Anyone home?” asked Rooster.

Phoenix was pretty drunk. In fact, she considered herself a responsible drinker. Tonight, however, she kept asking Penny for one more shot of courage and then she’d go talk to Y/n. Penny gave into it because she knew Phoenix wasn’t actually going to do anything and would only admire y/n from afar. But now it was almost midnight and she was near hammered.

“Yeah? I’m here. Where’s the hot lady?” she asked, words slurring.

“She just left, hun,” laughed Penny.

In her drunken state, she felt a very deep sadness.

“Can I go with her, please?” she asked Rooster. He laughed a little bit and she frowned.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, walking her out of the bar.

Y/n had made it home, slotting her keys into the lock and opening the door quietly. Even drunk, she knew it was late and that the people on her floor were asleep and she didn’t want to make much noise so as to not interrupt their rest. In a way, she was envious of them. They were blissfully asleep and wouldn’t wake up with a massive headache tomorrow. But most of all, they weren’t returning to a place that held so many bittersweet memories.

Sighing, she hung her purse on the coat rack by the door and taking off her heeled boots. She shimmied out of her jacket, hanging it on the rack as well. Walking into her room, she opened her closet and looked for pajamas. Summers in California were infamously hot, and even though the AC was humming quietly, she needed shorts and a tank top to sleep in. She changed and then walked out into the kitchen to get some water in an attempt to sober up at least a little bit before going to bed and diminishing the hangover she knew she’d have the next morning.

Phoenix was in the passenger seat of Rooster’s Bronco, swaying to the love song that played through the car speakers.

“Kiss me, beneath the milky twilightttttt,” she sang. Out of the corner of his eye, Rooster could see her smiling and he giggled at how charmed she was by this woman they’d seen at the bar only from afar. He knew that Natasha was dedicating this song to that pilot from the bar, and he could only hope that they would see her again. Partly because he was really rooting for Phoenix and partly because he wanted to see her beauty one more time. He walked her into her apartment and made sure she was ok before heading out to his own.

Y/n’s eyes shot open as her alarm blared on her nightstand. She had a headache, but it was nowhere near as bad as she thought it would be. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon but it still lit up her room enough for her to squint and get up to open the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. The morning greeted her with a nice breeze but the sun warmed her enough to stay out there a couple minutes. This had always been her favorite part of the day when she was here for Top Gun, seeing the sun rise and knowing that she’d be up in the air all day.

She drank her morning coffee and ate breakfast, then heading into the bathroom for a shower, and finally got dressed for the day. A short sleeved white shirt and a black leather skirt would do for the first portion of the day when she had to teach. She was going to wear her military jacket over it, just to remind the aviators who they were dealing with. Truthfully, she wasn’t expecting them to know her so she really just wanted them to see the badges and understand that she was a very respectable pilot. She made her way out of the apartment, tossing her duffel bag (which contained her flight suit and other important things) in the passenger seat.

Driving to the base, she had the top of her vintage Mercedes down and her aviator sunglasses on. She would be lying if she said she didn’t feel like the coolest person on Earth, and she felt like she was 23 again.

She pulled into the staff parking lot and into the spot they had reserved for her, turning the radio down and seeing Maverick come in right after her.

“Hey, Raven!” he said, smiling and getting off his infamous motorcycle.

“Hi, Maverick. Real pleasure to see you,” she replied, giving him a hug.

“Sweet ride, y/l/n. How’ve you been?” he asked, making small talk with his co-teacher.

“Thanks, this baby cost me a fortune, but it’s worth every penny. And I’ve been alright. You know I’m still involved with the navy, just here on the ground. I’m surprised to see you back here, actually,” she replied.

“Ah, you see, this is more of a punishment. But the fact that I get to teach with you makes it a little better. Reminds me of the old days,” he said.

They walked into the Vice admiral’s office to talk to him before meeting the aviators. After the quick meeting, they entered the hangar where the pilots were. They walked down the middle of the desks together, looking like the most badass pair of teachers the navy had ever seen. Both of them knew how they looked, and they walked in a way that showed it, matching smirks decorating both their faces.

“Good morning aviators!” Y/n began.

“Welcome to the most rigorous training you’ve had. I am Captain Pete Mitchell, call sign Maverick and I will be one of your instructors over the next couple of weeks,” continued Maverick. His call sign elicited gasps and smiles from the students, Y/n noticing the three guys who had thrown him out of the bar last night wincing. She couldn’t help but smile at them and also at her partner being back here.

“And I am Vice Admiral Y/n Y/l/n, call sign Raven. I will also be your instructor for this mission. Now, to begin…,” said Y/n. The room was quiet and the aviators were shocked. Being taught by Maverick was one thing. But being taught by the Raven was something entirely different. They’d heard the stories of her legendary skills, her maneuvers, and the accident on the plane carrier that finally made her stay on the ground. All of those were just legends, but here she was, in the flesh. And the aviators were starstruck. But one particular aviator was turning red and realizing that her chances of getting with Raven had dropped to zero.

Once the orientations were completed, the pilots walked out into the late morning sun and the teachers headed to the locker rooms to change into their flight suits.

“Ready, Raven? Sure you still got it?” teased Maverick.

“I was born ready, Mitchell,” she replied, and in that moment, Pete Mitchell knew he’d finally met his match and that she had never lost the fire of flying.

The aviators were walking towards their planes, when Hangman began to speak to them.

“I think I’m damn close to beating Maverick, but I know I can beat Raven,” he said.

“Dude, do you even know how amazing she was in the air?” asked Coyote.

“But she’s been grounded for a while, she’s gotta be rusty by now,” he replied.

“What do you wanna bet?” asked Coyote, sensing an opportunity for a wonderful bet. He knew that Hangman would lose, so he really took advantage of it.

“Well, if I do beat her, you owe me 100 bucks,” said Hangman.

“And if you don’t, you have to sing When I Kissed The Teacher by ABBA,” replied Coyote. Both men were so sure they would win that they shook hands on it immediately.

“Good morning, aviators!” said Raven and Maverick in unison.

“Welcome to dogfighting 101,” started Maverick.

“First to be taken down does 100 pushups?” asked Hangman.

“You’re in for it, Lieutenant,” said Raven, shooting up between his and Phoenix’s plane.

Once she was back in the cockpit, it was like she had never left. She flew like never before and exceeded the aviators’ greatest expectations, she was straight out of their wildest dreams and further.

After a couple intense minutes, she had her target locked on Phoenix and Bob’s plane.

“Trace, Floyd, you’re dead,” she said.

Natasha couldn’t even be mad, not when it was Raven who’d shot them down. She observed as Raven masterfully snuck up behind Hangman’s plane and locked him with ease.

“Wow,” sighed Phoenix.

“You’re not drooling over me, are you, Phoenix?” asked Raven. Phoenix nervously stumbled over her words, but Y/n only laughed.

That evening, Y/n was driving back to her apartment to get ready for a night at the Hard Deck with her students and Maverick. It had been her idea to get to know them on the ground because she wanted to get a feel for how they really were as people, not just as aviators.

She looked for something to wear and thought that a black lacy bodysuit and a pair of loose ripped jeans would be alright. She knew that these were her students, but she also knew that the oldest was around her own age, so she didn’t feel like she had to hold back when it came to her clothing choices. She tossed on her leather jacket and put on a pair of simple black heels. She decided to drive to the Hard Deck because she wasn’t going to risk drinking too much tonight and embarrassing herself in front of her students.

She could hear an ABBA song playing from inside, and a certain Hangman singing along to the song. She laughed to herself, wondering what he had done to be stuck in that predicament. Phoenix was arriving at the Hard Deck and Raven turned around when she heard another person walking behind her.

“Hi, Lieutenant Trace,” said Y/n with a smile.

“Hello, Vice Admiral Y/l/n,” replied Phoenix with a nervous grin.

“Beautiful summer night, isn’t it?” asked Raven, looking up at the cloudless sky.

Phoenix almost didn’t hear what she said because she was too busy looking at Raven’s red lips.

“Yea, I missed this kind of thing back from when I was in Top Gun,” said Phoenix with a smile.

The women walked into the bar together, Rooster winking and raising his beer at Phoenix all the way from the pool tables. She rolled her eyes but smiled when she noticed Raven looking at her.

“Wanna go get a drink?” asked Raven.

“Totally!” answered Phoenix.

What entranced Phoenix most about her teacher was the fact that she was always so cool. So suave. She was effortlessly picturesque and beautiful, even when her hair had been tangled by the wind, even when her face was red with markings from her helmet, and especially when she was in the locker room after flying with her suit around her waist and a sports bra on. It drove Phoenix wild, but what she didn’t know was that Raven felt the exact same way, treading carefully in fear that Phoenix would reject her advances. But everything seemed to be going well tonight, so it was a great night for both of them.

They sat at the bar for a few minutes until Raven decided it was time to go spend some time with her other pupils and get to know them. Phoenix lingered at the bar, feeling a little defeated.

“What’s wrong, Nat?” questioned Penny.

“What’s wrong is that I’m in love with my teacher,” replied Phoenix, her head in her hands.

“And she likes you a lot too,” replied Penny.

“I mean, yes, I tried to be a good pilot today and I’m glad that she likes me but she doesn’t like me the way I like her,” said Phoenix.

“No, listen to me, Trace. She like likes you, I promise,” said Penny.

Natasha sat at the bar, processing what she’d heard from Penny with a drink in hand and watching her teacher have fun by the pool tables with the boys.

“What are you waiting for, Nat? Go get her!” said Penny.

Phoenix swallowed the rest of her drink, putting her glass down on the table and getting up with a newfound confidence to go for Raven. She made her way over to the pool table and walked past Hangman to go stand next to Y/n. She had taken her coat off and hung it on a chair, exposing the lace tank she was wearing and making Phoenix both more intimidated and more in love.

“You think you can beat me at pool?” asked Natasha.

“Oh, I know I can beat you at pool,” replied Raven.

“Game on, then. If I win, you buy us all a round of drinks,” said Natasha.

“And if I win, I get to give you a kiss. That is, if you want it,” this, Raven whispered into Natasha’s ear.

“If I win, Hangman has got to sing Kiss Me for all of us, for the little stunt he pulled thinking he could beat me at dogfighting,” said Raven out loud. She wasn’t sure she wanted everyone to know that she might be starting something with her student just yet. But something told her that later on tonight, they would find out.

“Why do I always get brought in to these things?” asked Hangman. But the deal was made and there was no turning back. Though her fellow aviators wanted her to win, Natasha was willing to lose for a kiss from Raven. And it wouldn’t hurt to see Hangman sing again.

“Aaaaand that’s a Raven win!” Exclaimed Maverick. The aviators were defeated because they really did want free drinks, but Hangman was especially upset because he had to sing for the second time that night. He was pretty drunk, so when he stepped up to the microphone, it made the situation all the funnier.

“Hey Penny? Mav and I are gonna buy a round for the students,” said Raven. Penny winked at them and got started on the drinks for them.

Hangman was slurring his words while singing but he seemed sincerely in love. He was teasing Rooster who was directly in front of him and also significantly more sober. He was playing right into it, deciding to have some fun and blowing him kisses every now and again.

“Something tells me neither of them are joking,” said Raven, wrapping her arm around Phoenix’s waist. The bar was still pretty full, but they’d managed to find a spot that was relatively empty and quiet. Both of their hearts were beating rapidly and the butterflies in their stomachs were hard to ignore.

“Come with me, I wanna show you something,” said Y/n, grabbing Nat’s hand and walking toward the terrace which was empty.

“When I was in Top Gun, my wingman was my best friend. You know, you and Bob remind me of us. We were the typical confident-shy pair, and we were good. We were amazing. People started off calling us the Maverick and Goose of our generation, and I used to tell them to stop that. They thought it was because I didn’t want to be compared to anyone, but it was really because I grew paranoid of losing my best friend like Maverick had. He was my brother and I couldn’t even imagine losing him. We used to come out here on noisy nights, when we wanted to clear our heads, it’s a sacred place for me,” said Raven, looking up at the stars. Phoenix, anticipating the next part of the story, held y/n’s hand tighter.

“But then my worst fears came true. Then, the carrier happened and he died. He died in my arms. It was straight out of my nightmares, him taking his last breath as I desperately tried to hold on to the last shred of hope I had that he’d come back. See that bright star over there? We always used to say it was ours, ever since we went to the naval academy together and we were both annoyed by the fact that it was too bright to let us sleep,” she laughed. Phoenix smiled at this woman, the woman that only hours ago she’d thought impenetrable, made out of steel. And she hugged her tight, feeling all the warmth and love she radiated.

“I’m sorry about that, Y/n. I can’t imagine going through that. I’m honored you decided to share this with me,” replied Phoenix with a warm smile.

“Well, now that that parts done, I have a bet to fulfill, haven’t I” Said Raven. Phoenix wanted to nod, but she didn’t know it was the right call, so she just looked into Y/n’s eyes, hoping that she would understand what she meant.

Y/n put one hand on Phoenix’s face, pulling her in with her other arm wrapped around her waist. Phoenix melted into her embrace, wrapping her arms around Raven’s neck, deepening the kiss. It felt eternal, it felt perfect. The moon shined a little brighter and the world stopped spinning for a couple minutes that stretched to the length of a million lifetimes.

When it was over, they sat there in each other’s arms, eyes closed in bliss. Just as they were opening their eyes, they heard Hangman’s voice from inside.

“Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floooooor lift you open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling… so kiss meeeeeee,” he sang. Apparently, it was his third round with the same song. This time, Phoenix kissed Raven one more time. And another time, and one more time after that. Both of them went back inside and Rooster glanced at Phoenix, winking at his friend like he had at the beginning of the night.

Hangman had moved on from Kiss Me back to When I Kissed the Teacher, making Phoenix and Raven laugh at what they’d just done.

“Wanna come back to my place, Phoenix?” asked Y/n.

“Thought you’d never ask,” replied Phoenix, linking arms with Raven as they were leaving the bar.

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nykie-love-anime · 1 year

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Short Imagine 2

“Do you love Rooster?” the question caught you off guard making you turn to your best friend.

“Yeah, I do… Why?” you answered Phoenix.

“Bagman.” Natasha called to the cocky pilot. “You owe me $200. I told you.”

Jake sighed and looked at the brunette pilot. “We all love Rooster.” Making you smile at him even though they fight like an old married couple he still admits that he likes Bradley.

“You should have asked her if she is in love with him.” Hangman said to her.

“Oh.” You trailed off. “I thought that was implied when you asked me the question Nat.”

The two pilots just looked at each other in silence not knowing what to say.

What they did not know was that you and Bradley had been going out for almost three years, but it looks like the cat is out of the bag now.

Just as you were about to say something to Natasha, in came Rooster wrapping his arms around your waist grinning like a madman.

“Looks like you own Phoenix $200 Hangman.” Bradley said leaning into you and whispering his love for you in your ear.

Causing a blush to appear and you cuddled further into Bradley.

“Damn it.” Muttered Hangman as he pulled out the cash to hand it to a grinning Natasha.

“Don’t worry man I love you too.” Said Bradley just to rub salt in his wounds.

“Man screw you.” Mumbled the blushing pilot knowing that he is never going to hear the end of his screw up.

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lenafromthenordiccoven · 7 months

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I wish you would write a fic where Phoenix and Bob fall for the same girl. (Key words: why choose? 😉)

ohhhhhhhh, i can definitely do that! i know what i'm gonna write on the train on the weekend 😏

Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."

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autumntouched · 9 months

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Remember the Hangman and Phoenix competing for fem!reader fic? Welp, back with more…

@sylviebell @melodiousoblivionao3

I Can Take You Home

“Another drink?” Hangman offers, gesturing to your empty glass. You’ve been tucked into a corner of your friend’s wedding laughing with him longer than you realized. He’s looking a little smug to have monopolized your attention so easily, but you can’t resist a pair of green eyes and a cocky grin.

“You know offering a girl another drink you’re not paying for doesn’t say much,” you tell him to take back some of the upper hand.

His eyes spark with the challenge. “So what does it take to impress you? You’ve already got half the room swarming you for a dance.”

You smirk, a little proud of that. If he only knew you’re not usually the center of attention the way you’ve been here. Arching an eyebrow, you get to your feet. “Isn’t that for you to figure out? Are we getting those drinks?”

It’s the right thing to say to a man you’ve already figured out would be competitive about who ties their shoe faster. Smoothing your gown on the way to the bar gives you an excuse to draw his attention to the way it hugs your ass perfectly.

People have told you there’s something intriguing about your gaze. They can feel you looking at them. But you’re well aware sticking to the basics can be just as effective.

As soon as you’re clear of the narrow pathways between the tables and chairs, he lays claim to your waist. You don’t mind. You’ve scoped the room, and you’re happy hooking this fish.

You’re looking up at him to call out his hand on your hip when you spot her. You can feel her eyes following every curve of your body down to the peak of your toes from the hem of your gown as you walk.

And you’re distracted from whatever Hangman is saying. Because she’s breathtaking in a gown that floats elegantly around her and tantalizingly exposes just enough of the perfect, delicate globes of her breasts to make you crave more.

Your eyes travel back to hers, and she gives you a sweet half smile of acknowledgment. She’s caught you looking and wants to know what you think. You bite your lip.

“Everything okay down there?” Hangman breaks through your daze.

You’re still trying to pull your brain together when you notice her set down her empty glass and start to glide your way. There’s something commanding in the way she walks. The world’s royals could learn a thing or two from the way her presence slows everything around her.

“Hangman,” she says, just loud enough to call his attention without drawing other people’s. Her voice plays its way all the way down your spine in a shiver.

“Phoenix,” he says, the undercurrent of friendly sarcasm in his voice as hot as her name. Phoenix. That’s exactly what she looks like, a mythical creature called from the flames.

You only half realize that you step forward so his hand falls from your waist. She turns her full attention on you, and you feel your heart thrumming to the siren call of her dark eyes. “Is this your plus one?” Phoenix asks, though the tuck of amusement in the corners of her expressive lips say she already knows the answer to that.

“We just met,” spills out of your mouth before you realize the question wasn’t meant for you. But it seems to be all the answer she needs. Something mischievous unfolds in the creases of her face.

Hangman doesn’t seem to notice. “She’s a friend of the groom’s. We were on our way to get another drink.”

“They taste so good, don’t they?” Phoenix says. Her faintly glossed lips must taste so good.

“So good,” you agree dumbly. You nearly jump when Hangman’s hand slides around your waist again, and this time you’re self-conscious about it.

Phoenix’s eyes flick down to the motion then back to your face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you up,” she says to Hangman. Then to you, “I love that dress on you.”

She daintily lifts her gorgeously expansive burgundy skirt with a small wave and floats away. You have to remind yourself not to follow her over your shoulder. “You know her?” you ask to keep your attention on Hangman.

“One of the Navy’s best pilots,” he says, “but she doesn’t need to know I think that.” You let him guide you to the bar, but your mind is on whispering that little secret into her ear as your mouth traces the soft curve of her jaw.

While Hangman orders your drinks, you scan the crowd for her. She’s on the dance floor, swaying to the music with her dark gaze trained on you. Your move her smile says.

Hangman touches your arm and slides the stem of your wine glass into your fingers. “Ready to hit the dance floor?” Many guys are intimidated by the prospect, but to his credit, he sounds eager. With Phoenix watching your lips and him watching your neck, you take your first sip of wine.

“Let’s show ‘em how it’s done,” you agree and take another sip for Phoenix’s benefit.

He’s a good dancer. Not only does he have rhythm, he spins you without ever losing track of which hand is holding your wine. He dances close, filling your nose with the delicious scent of his cologne. You can’t get enough of it. Your hips move in sync to a banger you danced to in middle school.

A chuckle interrupts. “There’s no prize for best dancers. You don’t have to show off so hard.” It’s Phoenix.

“Can’t help what comes naturally,” he smirks, but he reaches out to take your hip and draws you closer.

“You wouldn’t look half so good without me,” you counter with a laugh and turn in his loose hold so you’re facing Phoenix. “Are you coming over to show off too?”

Phoenix’s eyes dart above your head, and Hangman presses his chest to your back. His hand slides lower and tighter over your pelvis. It’s only then that you also realize he’s just an option and your other one might be standing right in front of you, an invitation in the lift of her lips.

A light of triumph flashes through her gaze, and she lifts her arms in the air and yeah, you immediately imagine her stretched out beneath you but without the narrow bands of fabric covering her chest. And that leads to your fingers flexing with the anticipation of loosening the tape holding the cloth in place and sliding her dress off her shoulder, watching it fall around her waist as her arms come out to circle your shoulders. The softness of your chests pressing together as your lips finally meet, her tongue as teasing as the lilt of her voice.

You turn to Hangman and hold up your drink. “Can you hold this for me? I have to go to the bathroom real quick.” Watching Phoenix, he takes your glass and presses a stomach-dropping kiss on the place where your ear meets your jaw.

“Don’t get lost,” he warns.

“I’ll try not to if you try not to forget about me while I’m gone.”

Reluctantly, he releases you. Phoenix raises an eyebrow.

“Bathroom,” you tell her.

“I’ll help you with your dress.”

You barely manage to keep your pace even as you feel her follow you out.

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crazyk-imagine · 8 months

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Wolf-Verse Headcanon

A/N: This was a thought that came to mind a while ago and then I finished it. Mainly about when the three first met and first heat. This is very random and more could come to it or not.

Reader can seen as Mickey's cousin or long time best friend (this came out of left field for me)

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Bob and Natasha are alphas and you’re an omega, but everyone thinks he’s a beta with how quiet he is

The two knew each other for a while, of course, seeing as they work together and hangout all the time

Naturally they got closer and found themselves drawn to one another even if no ones heard of two alphas being together (for as long as they have)

Then low and behold, they smelled a sweet and enticing scent, and their duo slowly became a trio

You were at Mickey’s birthday party, invited by his fiancée and were one of the first few people to arrive and help with setting it up

Leaving the dagger squad to bring him home

Not many people had met you, mainly due to the fact of your status which makes Mickey so so protective

Another reason why so few members of the squad had heard little about you

You’re the only unclaimed omega in the house, making Mickey slightly worry but can’t focus on that when everyone’s pulling him into conversation and fun activities

You were in the kitchen while everyone else was outside playing games and drinking, enjoying their day off

The birthday boy's fiancée knows how much of a sweet tooth you have and leaves a special plate off to the side for you

Your wolf was purring at, what you thought was due to you satisfying your craving but was actually because the two walked in the house

They turn into the kitchen, following your scent

You open your eyes sensing a shift in the room

You finish your last bite, covering your mouth

“What’s a little omega like you doing in here?” The female asks, fixing herself and, who you assumed to be, her boyfriend a drink.

He steps closer to you and she copies, leaving you cornered by two

You don’t respond, instantly amusing the two.

“Looks like someone has a sweet tooth.”

Mickey shouts over his shoulder with his girl beside him. They stop and stare.

He shakes his head at the two and tell his fiancée to grab you and leave the kitchen

You grab another cupcake and follow her

“You’re not going anywhere near her.”

The change in their eyes earns a groan of annoyance from him. “For fucks sake.” He sighs, “at least take care of her and treat her right.”

“Who do you think we are?” Bob asks, pulling out a bag of chips from the pantry.

Mickey grabs the two and forces them into the living room with him

They scan the room for you and spot you instantly

You’ve never been as warm as you were that day (and it wasn’t a cold day)

Everyone made sure to steer clear of interacting too much with you and even as most of them left, you had one or both following you

The only time you were alone was when you were in the kitchen, helping Mickey clean up while Bob and Natasha are outside, chatting with Bradley and Javy as they wait for Jake

“What do you think?”

“About what,” you ask. You have a feeling he’s talking about.

“You know what? How do you feel? Anything I need to take care of?”

You shake your head, “no. No. Everything’s fine. I just- is this normal?”

“Is what normal?”

“Everything.”

His head bobs from side to side. “It's better than everything that went on with Rooster and Hangman. God, they were annoying.”

“That’s not helping me.”

“Okay, fine.” He sets down the container. “I think this is good for you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re finally going to have people who can help take care of you and I’m talking about when I’m not here.”

“Mick-”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “You know I’m always worried about you when I��m gone and that’s why we have that guest room for you. This is good. You know Bob.”

“I don’t know Bob.”

“Correction, you’ve heard about Bob and Nat but now, you can learn more about them from them. You see where I’m going with this.”

You roll your eyes, “I do.”

“You sure?”

You shove his shoulder.

You get their number after they drop you off at home

Thus, the start of an odd friendship

And then came the moment you weren’t ready for… your heat with two powerful alphas nearby

They didn’t know you were close or even having it until they showed up to your place after coming back from their recent deployment

They slammed the door shut as soon as your scent hit their noses

Bob was the first to make his way to your room while Natasha locked the door and made sure everything else was too (her arms full of water and snacks as she entered)

He stood at the foot of your bed, waiting for you to give a sign of consent

“Are you just going to stand there all day?”

Your eyes widen at the sight of them, the lain in your belly getting worse and worse. “What are- what are you two doing here?”

“Helping you, if you’ll let us.” She stands by you, leaning over.

“It hurts,” you mumble.

“I know.”

“Please.”

After that day, you three were together all the time

Your nest has never been more comforting and they can’t bring themselves to be upset because you look adorable

They buy more sweaters and hoodies just for you to steal (you pretend not to notice)

Mickey shakes his head every time he sees you three together, pretending to be upset about you three

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anurst · 1 year

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Doc

Summary: The discovery of your cheating wife's infidelity causes you to run to Fightertown and end up as a doctor at Top Gun. During your stay, you meet a girl in a bar or MerDer except it's you and Phoenix/Natasha

Pairing(s): Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x (fem!) reader, OC x reader

Warning(s): mentions of cheating, alcohol, language

1- "I'm just a girl in a bar"

'Shit'

That was your first thought as you landed in San Diego. Your headphones had died and your phone was clinging onto the little battery it had left. You had to make it outside quick and call Pete before your phone died.

The flight over was rough. In fact, the entire move to San Diego was rough. In your cold indifference to your wife's affairs, you hadn't pack properly, only grabbing what was available and within reach. You'd have to buy some new clothes, furniture for your newly acquired beach house, food definitely, and a new charger.

"Kid!" Pete's voice brought you out of your swarming thoughts as you smiled widely. It had been a long time, 10 years to be exact, since you'd last seen the man. He was definitely older, yet he still had the same boyish charm that your parents had told you about multiple times growing up.

"Mavy!" Your arms quickly wrapped around the shorter man. Pete let out a hearty laugh as he cradled your face in his hand. You were like the daughter he never had. The niece that called for advice when you weren't sure your parents would understand. He'd made it clear that he'd be in your corner whenever you needed him when your parents passed.

"You're so big!"

"That's what happens when you get older, old man," you teased, sticking out your tongue. Playfully glaring, Pete ruffled your hair before grabbing your bag and throwing it into the back seat of the car. "Where's your bike?"

"Didn't think it would hold all the stuff you'd bring from New York."

Shrugging, you opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat as Pete walked around and slipped into the driver's seat. "How you liking San Diego so far?"

Snorting, you turned to look at the older man, "It's not New York...You gonna show me all the good spots in Fightertown, ya?" Nodding, Pete quickly glanced at you before clearing his throat.

"Have you talked to Addison?" Feeling exhaustion and despair set into you upon hearing your wife's name, you slumped into your seat.

"Nope. She's been calling, but I'm not answering. Considering changing my number, actually."

Sighing at your response, Pete simply nodded before changing the topic to your new house.

80s music filled your ears as you stepped into bar. Pete had already gone inside, leaving you to enter by yourself. Tugging at the sleeves of your button down, anxiety filled you. This was the first time in years that you'd be entering a bar without Addison or your friends. Sure, you weren't exactly an introvert, but putting yourself out in such a social environment as a 'single woman' was filling with you stress and dread.

'Just go in. You aren't here to take any girl home. Just find Mavy, sit down, have a drink, maybe get a ride home from him or something. Relax, your (y/n) (l/n), a hot, intelligent, funny, trauma surgeon.'

Exhaling, you puffed your chest out before making your way towards the bar. Quickly spotting Pete, you sunk into the seat next to him. His attention didn't waver from the pretty woman behind the bar as you sat which caused you to lean closer to him and blow into his ear. Reeling in surprise, Pete's hand shot up to cover his ear as he turned to you, eyes full of shock and panic before realizing it was you. "Kid, when'd you get here?"

Giggling, you reached for his drink before taking a sip from it (in the process earning a harmless glare from Pete). "Just got here. Soooooo, you gonna introduce me to the pretty lady you're shooting heart eyes at?"

Scoffing, Pete snatched his drink back before downing the whole thing. "I was not "shooting heart eyes" at Penny."

"So her name's Penny? Wait, the admiral's kid you got with like a bazillion years ago?"

"It was not a bazillion years ago, you menace." Snickering at his reaction, you flagged down "Penny." Her eyes met yours as you widely smiled. Out of your peripheral vision you could see Pete pale as you opened your mouth.

"I'll have whiskey, please. Oh, and put it on the old man's tab." Penny's eyes shifted from you to Pete.

"Lucky for you, Pete's paying for everyone's round."

Eyes lighting up, you smiled widened, "Is that so! I'll have 2 then!" Nodding, Penny moved away as Pete turned to you with a forced smile.

"Don't embarrass me."

"Mavy, you already do that all on your own," you snickered, pleased with his eye roll as Penny brought your drinks over. "Thank you! I'm (y/n)." You reached over the counter to shake hands with the brunette who simply laughed at your antics.

"Penny. You a friend of Pete's?"

"He was friends with my folks and is my tour guide as I get settled into town."

Nodding understandingly, Penny leaned onto the counter. "I could tell you weren't from around here."

"It was the accent, wasn't it? You know, I never could hear the difference between accents. They all sound the same to me."

"Where you coming from?"

"New York."

"Long way from home."

"I'm here for work."

"You a pilot too?"

"What? Hell no, I'm a doctor."

"How about ringing me up before the evening rush?" Pete interrupted, his eyes following someone. Sharing a look with Penny, you shrugged as she took Pete's card. Following Pete's line of sight, you saw a tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt with his back to you. He was surrounded by people in khakis as a blonde walked up to him. Your eyes drifted from face to face before landing on the only woman in the group. Your throat when dry as you took in her appearance. Neat dark brown hair was tucked into a perfect bun, her brown (you were guessing but were 90% they were brown) followed the blonde man as he talked, and her uniform most definitely made heads turn wherever she went.

"Who's making heart eyes now?" Pete asked from besides you, smugness dripping off of each word, causing you tear your gaze away from the beautiful woman.

"You're such a dick, Mavy," you groaned, chugging the first glass of whiskey. Before you could go back to ogling the beautiful brunette from across the room, Penny set Pete's card down in front of you two.

"It's been declined." A hyena-like laugh burst out of you as Pete's jaw fell. The sounds of a piano playing did little to distract you as Pete stammered. The man dig into his pocket, fishing out some crumpled 5s and you collapsed into even more laughter. Penny smiled at your reaction as she made her way towards a bell. "I'm afraid that won't cover it." Raising his hand to stop her from ringing it, Pete nearly jumped as the crowd erupted in cheers as the bell rang.

"OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!" Three men in khakis made their way over, their arms hooking under Pete's as they carried him. You wiped the tears that started to form in your eyes as you grinned at Penny. As you started to get up, Penny rose a brow before you leaned on the bar's counter.

"He's kinda my ride home!"

"You can stay and clean up! I'll give you a ride after!" Biting your lip, you contemplated your options. Penny was fun, easy to talk to, liked teasing Pete just as much as you did, but you had work tomorrow morning. Your first day at your new job, in a new town, in a new city, in a new state, in your new life.

[You] I'm gonna stay a little longer. Don't wait up for me

[Mavy] You sure? Got a ride home?

[You] Yep. Penny said she'd give me a ride home after I help her close up

[Mavy] (y/n)...

[You] Don't worry! I won't embarrass you. Correction- I will but I'll make up for it and make you sound cool :)))

[Mavy] Don't you dare.

[You] Bye!!! See you tomorrow!! Thanks for the drinks :))))

Closing your phone, you quickly slipped it into your back pocket and sat back down. Penny shot you a bright smile as she said that she'd be back. Nodding, you smiled as you listened to the crowd sing along to "Great Balls of Fire." Whoever was playing the piano was good. You found yourself whispering the lyrics as you took another sip of your second glass. If you didn't slow down, the alcohol would catch up and you didn't want to be drunk in a place where you barely knew anyone.

The song came to end as the crowd cheered "Rooster" over and over again. Confused, you caught sight of the man that Pete was staring at dancing, the people surrounding him cheering him on. He looked familiar, you said to yourself, raking your brain to remember where you'd seen him before. Coming up with nothing, you left it alone (for now anyway. you were going to ask Pete about it when you saw him tomorrow) and settled on observing people.

Zoning out, you didn't realize that you'd made direct eye contact with the gorgeous woman from before. Her curious and bright brown eyes meeting yous. A smile grew on her face as she sent a nod your way. Flustered, you raised your glass to her and watched as she walked away with 4 more beers in her hands and towards the same rowdy group you'd seen her with before.

"Got your eyes on Phoenix?" Penny smirked, returning to you, the crowd slowly dying down as people left. Letting out a breathy laugh, you shook your head, your gaze falling down to your drink.

"I'm not doing that sort of thing right now."

"Why not? You're young, hot, funny, and smart."

Blushing, you rubbed your nose with your finger. A nervous habit of yours. Something Addison always teased you about. "I'm kinda in a situation," you murmured, not wanting to talk about your love life. Noticing your discomfort, Penny reassuringly pat your hand before she started asking you questions about your work.

Time seemed to whiz by as you told Penny about your college days and med school (you left out vital detail but she didn't push you for more than you'd already told her). Before you knew it, the Hard Deck was closing and the only people left in the bar was some couples paying their tabs and the group of pilots that Pete had been watching. Penny had asked you to wipe down tables, and so you moved from table to table spraying and wiping. Turning around, you nearly jumped as you saw the woman from before standing behind you.

"Hey." Shit, her voice was even more angelic than what you'd imagined. She was prettier up close too. An uneasy smile grew on her face as she waved her hand in front of you. "Hi?"

"Hi," you whispered, the breath quite literally knocked out of you. The brunette smiled at your response, a red hue starting to form on her cheeks.

"You work here?"

"What? No! I'm just helping Penny out."

"Oh, yeah, I've never seen you before, so I thought I'd ask. You new to Fightertown?"

"Yep. You?"

"Nah, I've just coming back for work."

"I figured. You a pilot?"

"Yes ma'am. Are you?"

Chuckling you tucked your hair behind your ear. It was starting to get hot in here. Like, really hot. Was it the alcohol or the girl in front of you? Honestly, you weren't sure and didn't really care. "No, I'm also here for work."

Natasha slowly nodded as she bit her lip. She looked over her shoulder to see the guys sending her a thumbs up (jake was actually looking at her with his same smug face which made her almost go back and hit him. almost) and took a deep breathe in. "So, what's your story?"

Panicked, you waved your hand in front of you. "I don't have a story. I'm just a girl in a bar," you smiled and Natasha swore her heart nearly stopped.

"I guess I'm also just a girl in a bar. Do you...Do you wanna get outta here?"

Your throat had run dry at her question and a minute passed before you answered. "Let me just tell Penny, yeah? Then, I'm all yours, sunshine." Quickly making your way back to the older woman, Natasha stared at your back before making her way back to the pool table to get her things.

Bradley proudly pat her on the back as the other guys congratulated her. Smiling and waving goodbye to them, she nearly sprinted to the door to meet you. Her arm linked with yours as you held the door open for her. Grinning, she turned to look up at you, "My place or yours?"

"Wherever you wanna go, sunshine."

I love tall reader inserts if you haven't noticed :]

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con-gee · 1 year

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intimate blurb | natasha "phoenix" trace x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha fall in love with each other for what feels like the millionth time. (270)

tags/warnings: heart clenching fluff that it borders angst, very ambiguous, let your imagination run wild for the context, pretty gay if you ask me, wrote this in one go; unedited.

a/n: i have little no plans on expanding upon this because i don't think my heart could handle it, hell i teared up from this short thing. from one lonely queer heart to another 🫂🫂

You trace your fingers along the high points of her face, both hands on both sides. With your hooded eyes, they follow the movement of them; they start on her forehead and brows, making their way to her cheekbones, then her jaw. You take your thumb to gently trace from her hairline down to her cupid's bow, following the ridge of her lips then her chin. You hold one side of her face completely, fingers combing through her hair a bit, thumb resting on her cheek.

Natasha focused on your face the entire act. The way your eyes slowly move, she appreciates the fullness of your cheeks and lips, the length of your eyelashes. She takes in how glossy your eyes have become, seeing your throat move as you swallow.

You both have fallen in love again with the other for the millionth time, it feels. You both could cry with how intense it is in the best way. You both relish the flutters in your chest, how they extend through your palms and make them feel tingly, how your cheeks warm, how you want to pull the other closer and tighter.

Natasha moves her head gently to kiss your palm, her eyes focused on yours while yours focused on her lips.

You feel your waterline too full and your heart in your throat to feel your voice to be wobbly if you were ever to speak. It becomes too much and so you move your arms to wrap around her shoulders and bury your face to her neck. Natasha hugs your waist tight as she kisses your hair.

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marie-swriting · 9 months

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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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Late Night Distractions

Requested: yes

Summary: You and Phoenix are best friends and nothing more. Right?

Word count: 0.9k

Note: based on personal experience 🙃 2k celebration!

Warnings: light angst, worries/anxieties, navigation of feelings.

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x bestfriend!reader

Your roommate and his friends were all crowded into the living room, staring intently at the TV as they watched the football game. Bradley smiled at you as you waited for the cup to fill. You returned the gesture as you glanced at the pilots filling the room. Jake and your roommate were sitting at opposite ends of the couch with Bob sitting between them. Javy was sitting in the armchair beside Jake. Natasha was sitting in front of him, leaning back against his legs. You eyed her for a few more seconds before moving to walk away.

You patted Bradley's shoulder as you moved back to your room. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out with them, football just wasn’t your thing.

the door to your bedroom closed softly behind you as you returned to the comfort of your bed. You snuggled back under the blankets and clicked play on your movie. Instead of watching the football game, you had decided to watch some cheesy rom-com. The movie began to play through your speaker as you slowly sipped on the water.

After a few seconds, you heard a quiet knock on your door. You paused the movie just as the door opened. Natasha poked her head in, a soft smile on her face. You grinned up at her, shuffling over and patting the open space beside you. “It’s halftime.” She murmured as she snuggled in beside you.

Your head dropped onto her shoulder as you made yourself comfortable. The movie began playing once more.

As the movie continued to play, you and Phoenix snuggled more and more into each other. Eventually you were half laying on top of her. Had hand was tangled in your hair, soothingly running her fingers through the soft strands and over your scalp.

She hand on short, black artificial nails. Since they finally had some time off, Nat finally had a chance to put some nails on. She rarely got the opportunity while she was working. You had no complaints as her fingers threaded softly through your hair.

You and Natasha had grown extremely close over the past few years. When you moved in with Bradley you had gotten close with all of his friends. but for some reason, you couldn’t help but be pulled toward Natasha.

Tonight wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. One of you always seemed to end up at the other apartment, leading to a situation similar to the one you were in now. Bradley had definitely come up with a plethora of smartass comments for you.

When her fingers stopped carding gently through your hair, you let out a soft noise of disappointment against her chest. Her soft chuckle above you as you snuggled deeper into her was the only response that you got. Your hand slipped under her shirt as her arm tightened around you. You stiffened when you felt her lips press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Your head tipped back and you stared at her with parted lips as her warm breath fanned across your face. “Hi.” She whispered as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Hi.” You choked out as you stared up at her. You felt out of breath as you watched her tongue dart between her lips as she licked over them. Her thumb stroked back and forth across your cheek. When her forehead knocked gently across yours, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheek.

Her lips brushed against yours when she spoke. “Let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like.” You could barely finish nodding before her lips were pressing to yours. A soft noise escaped you as her plush lips moulded with yours. You fisted a hand into her shirt, pulling on the soft fabric.

A quiet moan escaped you when her tongue slipped into your mouth. You could taste the strawberry gum she had been chewing along with the beer that she drank during the game.

Your lips were swollen and covered in her lip gloss when you pulled away. When your eyes opened, you could see her lashes fluttering against the top of her cheeks as she peeled her eyes open. She grinned down at you, thumb rubbing your cheek as she pecked your lips once again.

Before she could shuffle out from under you and stand from your bed, you leaned up and locked your lips with hers. This time, it was her that let out a soft moan, sending a shock through you that you didn’t know was possible.

You pulled back with a grin on your lips, tongue darting out to lick your lips. Phoenix grinned when it brushed against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” You whispered breathlessly as you pulled away. Nat nodded in agreement, pressing one last kiss to your soft lips before she pulled the both of you to stand.

Your hand angled with hers as you allowed her. To pull you out of your room and toward the kitchen. Apparently, your little make out session had made her thirsty. her fingers were intertwined with yours as she grabbed a glass from your cupboard.

The next thing you knew she had you pinned you against the counter, her lips sealed tightly against yours. You broke the kiss a few seconds later, a thin string of saliva connecting your swollen lips.

“Took you long enough.” Bradley called from the living room. The asshole didn’t even look away from the television screen.

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