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missathlete31 · 7 months

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Just A Scratch- Part 1

A dramatic angsty Hannix prompt:

Warnings: Phoenix is put into an uncomfortable and unwanted position at the bar so please be wary if anything like that sounds triggering to you.

It all happens so quickly. One minute Phoenix is heading over to Penny to get a round of drinks at the bar and the next second she is being pushed up against the panel-sided wall by a drunk man who's hands find the swell of her ass like they have a homing beacon. Before she can even react he is there, in her space and getting closer, face showcasing a smugness in the way he leers confidently down at her. She's been hit on before of course, and usually reacts better, but something about it happening at the Hard Deck of all places, an establishment that has become like a second home for all the Daggers, puts Natasha in such shock that she can only stare back at the man unmoving.

"Well aren’t you a sight” the man speaks; his breath hot on her ear as he somehow seems to come even closer into her personal space. Natasha can’t contain her shiver, her unease palpable as her mind screams at her to push him off and get out of there and yet her body stays put. It’s not like she’s drunk; Phoenix was the last of the Daggers to arrive and hadn’t even managed to get a drink yet but somehow she is as frozen as a deer in headlights as this stranger gives her ass another squeeze with a grin.

Her lack of fight emboldens the drunken man. Perhaps he is mistaking it for her being interested although from the way he has her virtually trapped against the far wall of the bar, Natasha has a feeling he is the type of predator that enjoys making his prey feel ensnared. She raises a hand and tries to push back, finding enough of herself to recognize she needs out of this situation immediately, but the man bats her attempts at escape away with a chuckle. “If you want to get handsy baby, I suggest we go some place a little more private.”

“Let me go” it’s the first Natasha has spoken and she would be embarrassed by the lack of power in her voice if she wasn’t so freaked out by the whole situation. The man shakes his head with a condescending look, almost as though he finds the female aviator adorable. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya-“

“I said-“ her voice raises as she pushes against the man’s chest again to try and find a path to escape, “let me go.”

“But we are having so much fun” one more squeeze to her butt and then the man is moving to cradle her face, framing the stands of hair that fall over her face. Natasha opted to wear civilian clothes with her hair down today, a decision she regrets as the man in front of her continues to show her no respect. She knows this sort of thing wouldn’t happen if she was in uniform, remembering all the times she’s been called a frigid stick up the ass when she told men no in her khakis. Channeling that power, that strength that she possess when she wears her Lieutenant bars and soon to be Lieutenant Commander if Maverick is right about the ceremony at the end of the month, Natasha gives another push, harder to the point the man actually stumbles a step. He isn’t deterred, merely smiling as he shifts a lock of her hair behind her ear and dares to kiss the spot of skin he removed it from. “Beautiful and a little feisty, my favorite combination-“

“Then you’ll love me” a voice announces and it would be comical how fast the drunk man’s head snaps up at the sound if the whole circumstances wasn’t so scary. Phoenix turns as well, finally feeling a moment of calm as she notices Hangman of all people have come over, his eyes assessing the situation quickly and picking up on her unease. He’s wearing his khakis’ as usual, one of the few Daggers to still dress in regulation despite being on their mandated month of leave. The military Ken doll look works on him though, usually combined with his infuriating smirk and winking sea green eyes. That’s not who stands in front of Phoenix right now though, the flirty and playful Jake gone, replaced with the stone cold killer that Nat only sees on missions. Tonight, Hangman looks livid, lips thin and eyes narrowed as he stares at the man holding Natasha hostage with a glare that would make smarter men run for the hills. The drunk doesn’t seem fazed though, or perhaps he has a death wish, because instead of backing off the man just scoffs Seresin’s way, “Find your own bitch” he warns, sparing Jake no more as he pushes back into Natasha’s body, a bulge in his pants hitting her hip and making this state of affairs a hell of a lot more real.

The pressure only last a second before the drunken man is ripped away from Phoenix and sent careening to the ground the other way. Before the female aviator can even process what is happening, Jake is in front of her, the expression on his face concerned though his eyes still look murderous. “Are you alright?” he asks immediately, his gaze scanning her for injuries while his hands hover without touching. Natasha knows she owes Jake some kind of thank you for saving her but something about Hangman being the one to see her so vulnerable and scared makes Phoenix raise her defenses, the defenses she should have had up from the beginning so she could have fought off the strange man herself. With embarrassment crippling her, she tries to roll her eyes, "I didn't need your help" she comments quickly, hurrying to hide the fluster off her face from the speed of the assault she just endured.

Jake barely blinks at her attitude, eyes still staring, still assessing, "But are you o-“ he’s cut off when suddenly a bottle breaks over his head, sending Hangman stumbling down to one knee from the force of the blow as glass rains all around them. Nat looks up to see her predator coming back, the other half of the broken bottle in his shaking hands, “you’re mine” he states, anger now in his tone from this delay in his conquest. He moves to take another step, but Hangman is up to the task, lunging up and tackling the man away from Phoenix once more.

The altercation has gained the whole bars attention at this point. The music of the piano cut away as everything descends into chaos. Natasha can see Jake land a punch before he is flipped over and lost in the movement of bodies converging on the two fighting men.

Phoenix is yanked immediately away from the wall and the fighting by Payback, who as the tallest of the group is able to spot her quickly as the other Daggers join the fight to back up Seresin. He deposits her over to Halo and Bob, a move that normally would anger Natasha for being ‘handled’ but she is still so shocked by the turn of events that she allows her friends to all but cocoon her in their safety. Pulled over to the side and out of the scuffle, Phoenix is able to watch as the men of her squadron rip the drunken man away from their teammate and throw him towards a corner booth. The man is bleeding from his nose and a split lip, and yet still he tries to fight his way away. Luckily the Daggers seem too formidable for him to overcome and they manage to box him in to the cushion, an image so similar to what the man did to her that Phoenix has to look away. She hears vaguely as Penny yells the police are on their way but Natasha’s attention soon becomes fixated on her savior. Jake is getting clear of the melee, Javy helping him over to a barstool, as blood covers the left side of his head and continues to trickle. Before she even thinks about it, Nat is moving, startling Bob and Callie with how quickly she is heading towards the bar top.

Just as she arrives Rooster is coming over too, handing Jake a towel to hold pressure as Javy runs to get ice. She watches Jake wince the minute the fabric hits his cut, the white of the cotton turning red quickly like it’s already done Seresin’s hair and skin. Natasha isn’t squeamish but the image is more than off-putting especially because it is her fault that the man is hurt anyway. Jake rubs his other hand along his jaw, showcasing the beginning of a bruise no doubt from a punch in the brawl.

Beside the injured aviator, Rooster lets out a long breath, “Penny is asking for an ambulance, just sit tight man-“

“Not needed” Jake moves to shake his head, and then as though thinking better of it, refrains. “I’m fine” though the way he teeters even while seated negates his entire argument. Bradshaw opens his mouth to argue but Nat beats him to it.

“Jake-“ Phoenix manages, because calling him Bagman right now feels wrong, “Oh god Jake-“ before she can say more, both men turn to look at her, wearing identical looks of concerns.

“Nat you alright?” Bradley asks at the same moment that Jake tries to stand and ask the same thing. Rooster pushes him back towards the barstool with barely any pressure, before turning to the female pilot again, “did he hurt you?” the mustached man asks.

“No, I’m fine. But, Jake he- God, I’m so sorry-“

“None of this is your fault Phoenix” Hangman answers, earning a look of approval from Bradley for not allowing Natasha to even try to feel any guilt for the night’s events.

“But- but your head-“

“A cheap shot, it’s nothing” though they can all see the wince when Jake tries to move the towel off. Bradley stands closer, looking over the top of Jake’s head, and giving a long whistle, “I think you’re going to need stitches Seresin” he shares gravely.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”

“A scratch that is ruining all your clothes right now” Bradley points out, emphasizing the now bloody collar of Jake’s khaki’s. It’s said with exasperation and concern, both Bradshaw and Seresin embracing the new level of friendship they had managed to reach after the success of the mission.

“Head wounds bleed a lot” the blonde reasons dismissively, “I’m good.”

“Yeah too good to be true right?”

Before Jake can reply to Bradshaw with his normal quips, Penny arrives, motherly concern on full display as she shuffles Jake towards the office where she keeps her first aid kit. Javy follows the pair, the four shots the man already had during the night making him more of a hindrance than a help, but still they manage. With Hangman gone, Natasha feels cold, not liking the man being out of her sight especially with him being so hurt because of her. As though he can read her mind, Bradley moves closer to Phoenix’s side, not touching her but providing comfort by making sure to block her from the view of her assaulter and the view of Jake’s blood on the floor.

Bob arrives with a glass of water, kind enough not to comment when Natasha’s hands shake when she grips it. Her WSO knows her better at this point than to ask her if she is okay, instead offering her a kind voice, “do you need anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head, “I’m good” she manages, naturally thinking of Jake with that choice of words and cursing herself when her lip wobbles with emotions. Bob, sensing all, places a gentle hand on her forearm “the minute he saw that man get in your space he was off” the bespectacled man supplies.

“What?”

“Hangman, I don’t think I ever seen him so worried. He didn’t even wait for Rooster or Coyote, he just barged on over to get to you.”

“Well you know how he likes to play savior” she murmurs though she hates herself for even saying those words out loud.

Bob eyes her for a moment, reading her mind like he always seems able to do, before shaking his head. “You know better than that” he speaks sadly, disappointment evident. “When I first met you all I thought you both were-“ he stops, pausing to follow Nat’s eyes that can’t seem to help but follow to the back room that Jake has left to go to. “You should talk to him. He- He’s not quite what I thought” Bob decides to share, squeezing his pilot’s arm one last time before giving her a moment.

Phoenix lets out a shaky breath. Its information she can’t process right now, not with the smells of the drunken man’s cologne and Hangman’s blood still under her nose. She wishes she could dismiss Bob’s observation as being misinterpreted but Natasha knows it’s not fair to Bob or Jake. In truth, she’s known Jake Seresin for a decade and though the man has been a thorn in her side, he’s also always been an ally. He’s pushed her harder than any other pilot or teacher ever has, and never looked down on her for being a woman like some of the other men has. In all honesty, if the turf war between him and Bradshaw hadn’t forced Natasha to pick a side, Phoenix knows Jake would be one of her closest friends, maybe even more at this point. They always had a good relationship, a give and take that kept things interesting and fun. She also isn’t blind; able to admit that Jake looks as good as he claims. Could it be that Jake feels the same way? Bob seems to imply as much, and the man’s deductions have been nothing but right since the day she met her WSO in the bar before the mission.

Natasha’s eyes turn back to the office door at the end of the hallway. The door is still closed and Nat knows that somewhere inside Jake is probably still bleeding because of her; hurting because of her. She wants to get to him, to thank him, to apologize, to hold his hand every time he wants to wince from the pain she has caused him. In the span of a few minutes Phoenix realizes that she cares for Jake Seresin, in ways that disguised itself as friendship and camaraderie but feels so much more now. She takes a few steps forward, ready to throw caution to the wind and just be there for the man, when the door flies open and a frantic Coyote runs out. His hands are red with Jake’s blood and the fear in his eyes are enough to almost stop Nat’s heart right there. “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE” he screams, shocking the room silent, “NOW!”

And then everything descends back into chaos.

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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A Package Deal

Pairing: Hangman x Female!Reader x Phoenix

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Lots of non-explicit sexual tension and pining; heavy handed flirting and smutty implications

Summary: You've been a bartender at the Hard Deck for a while now, and you've gotten to know the pilots of TopGun pretty well. They work hard, and they play hard. And God what you wouldn't give to play around with a couple of them, not that you'd ever had the guts to ask.

Notes: IDK I got bored and horny, and I thought the world needed more Hangman/Phoenix/Reader fics.

She’s the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen in your life. She’s hot in the uniform, but out of it she’s fucking stunning.

Dark brown hair cascading in luscious waves around her face. Dark, lidded eyes piercing into you like they can see straight through your mind and hear every lewd thought that crosses it. Beautiful lips that pull back over perfect teeth and fill you with a longing to make her smile like that at you every day.

Long, toned legs that stretch out from under the sexy little blue dress she’s donning. They go on for days in those nude heels every time she takes a step and oh fuck.

She’s taking another step. Fuck fuck fuck. She’s walking towards you. Fuck fuck fuck. You’ve been ogling her from across the bar like a fucking creep and now she’s walking towards you.

You glance nervously around the bar and see a guy with a mostly empty drink and rush over.

“Get you a refill?”

The man nods and raises his glass in wordless appreciation.

It’s bourbon on the rocks. Not even top shelf. The cheap, well shit. It takes about thirty seconds to make, but it gives you an excuse to turn around. You drag it out to a full minute: picking out each individual cube of ice and giving the slowest pour you can reasonably manage.

It wasn’t long enough. When you turn around she’s there.

She’s leaning against the bar, standing, the bottom of her breasts just brushing the counter of the bar while the tops peer up at you invitingly from the deep cut v.

“Good afternoon Lieutenant, what can I get you?” You gulp as you sets the bourbon down in front of the intended patron.

“Two beers,” Natasha smiles at you. Actually smiles at you, and for a moment you have to make the conscious decision not to melt into a puddle on the floor.

She doesn’t say anything, but she’s looking at you, looking through you, with those all-knowing eyes. She knows she has power over you, and yet you’re absolutely certain she doesn’t know how much power she has over you.

“Two?” Your voice remains surprisingly even as you open the fridge beneath the countertop and pull out the pilots’ usual beer of choice. For a moment, you’re proud of yourself for this small, though seemingly insurmountable achievement.

“Yeah, I got company.”

It hurts your heart, but you don’t show it on your face - or at least you try not to - as you set two bottles down in front of her. Of course she has company. Coming in here looking like that, she has to have company. If she came here to find company she’s so pretty she could’ve got it wearing a wet paper bag, but she’s dressed up, wearing an outfit that’s meant to impress someone.

“Who’s the lucky date?” You try to sound casual, but from the way her eyes rove over your face you know you’ve failed.

“No one you’d disapprove of.”

She turns back to watch the doors of the bar and only moments later they swing open.

Your mouth runs dry.

If she is the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen, he is the sexiest man alive. People magazine could sell more copies just from putting his face on the cover than any famous celebrity’s name.

He’s not in uniform either, and the only time you’ve ever seen him out of uniform was playing football - which was a positively religious experience. You’ve never seen him in civilian clothes, and god you don’t know what’s sexier the leather jacket or the abs you know are lurking underneath it.

His hair is Slightly disheveled but in a styled sort of way. There’s far less product in it today than normal. He’s let it fall naturally to one side, and it sways gently as he turns his head. He’s clearly had the day off because his facial hair has gone well beyond five o’clock shadow to full blown stubble, and it’s a look that is an absolute crime to shave off.

For a brief moment, very brief, you forget Natasha is sitting in front of you. It’s a feat no other man or woman alive is capable of. No one could hold a candle to the fire she lit except the walking inferno that is Jake Seresin.

Walking. Fuck fuck fuck. You turn away again. There’s no drinks to refill now. It’s too early in the afternoon. There aren’t enough patrons. Penny isn’t even in yet for her shift.

You busy yourself with finding your cleaning rag and wiping down the center island of the bar.

Behind you there is a tinkling laugh. Natasha’s laugh. You’d memorized the sound from the few times you’d managed to cause it. And it tore through you making your heart stutter step. She was laughing at you. Not great, but god what a laugh it was. It wasn’t the same as making her laugh, but it was still such an indescribably happy feeling.

“Jake,” Natasha greeted, and you heard a stool pull out.

She never called him Jake. He never called her Natasha. Call signs only. Even off the clock. This must be … something real.

“Good to see you Nat, did I miss any of the fun?” Gods his voice could make you weak in the knees and he wasn’t even talking to you. You weren’t even looking at him.

You could circle the bar. Circling the bar was good. You weren’t really supposed to hang out on the far side of the center island. It hid the front door and incoming customers from view. You were only supposed to make a quick round. But these were extenuating circumstances. Surely Penny would understand.

“Not at all, we hadn’t even started.”

“Haven’t started and she’s already squirming like that?”

They were talking about you. They had to be talking about you. You didn’t really have an ego, and you would normally never assume anyone was ever talking about you, let alone two people as gorgeous as Natasha and Jake. But they had to be talking about you. There weren’t that many other women in the bar to begin with – a couple regulars over playing darts and one guy with his fiancé in the corner – and you were certainly squirming. At least inside your skin you were squirming.

You can feel your face going red, feel the heat rising under the surface. You choose to ignore it. Ignore them. It is the safest option. You can’t turn around, not as flustered as you are now. You’ll never hear the end of it from Jake if you do. Natasha will give you that knowing smile from time to time, but if Jake saw you like this, flushed at the mere idea they were talking about you, he would tease you till the end of time. You did not have the mental fortitude to deal with Jake “Hangman” Seresin teasing you every day.

“Well, you know (Y/n),” Natasha seems to make a point to say your name a little louder, “we’re gonna have to ease her into it.”

You whip around. You can’t help it. Whether it’s the way she says your name or the tone in which she says she’s going to ‘ease’ you into some unspecified thing, the implications are a shock to the system, and you truly can’t stop yourself from turning around, wide-eyed as a deer in headlights, to face the two pilots.

Jake is grinning at you, smug and self-assured as he always is. His fingers are delicately wrapped around the neck of his beer bottle as he leans back in the barstool. There’s a lazy air about the way he takes a swig from the bottle.

Lazy is not a word you would normally associate with Jake Seresin. His body language is off. The bar is normally his hunting ground. He stalks around the pool tables and dart boards proving his superiority and waiting for the ideal catch, but today he doesn’t seem like he’s hunting. He’s too relaxed, too unaware of every time the door swings open. His eyes are too focused on you.

He's still looking at you like a predator does his prey, the way he usually looks at the beautiful patrons of the bar who throw themselves at his feet. But the urgency is gone, the hunt, the chase, the playing hard to get, it isn’t there. He looks like a predator completely and utterly convinced that his prey is going to run willingly into his claws.

“I-I,” You don’t know what to say.

You manage to tear your gaze away and divert it to Natasha. Whatever you’re seeking there – help, answers, amusement at a joke well played – you don’t find it.

Her eyes aren’t on yours. They’re on your body, roving over your curves like she needs to memorize them for a test later. She’s studying you, and you don’t know if its disconcerting or incredibly appealing. Either way, it pins you in place. You can’t move under her gaze, can’t disrupt the path her eyes are taking over your chest and down to your waist.

If Jake’s eyes left any question as to what they were easing you into, the flash of Natasha’s as they darted back up to meet yours answered it. She looks hungry, downright starving. You don’t exactly feel like prey under her gaze, but you still feel like a meal, a thing waiting to be devoured.

Your eyes go straight to her lips as she catches her lower one between her teeth, gently gnawing on it as she seems to ponder what to say or do.

“Don’t worry, Angel,” Your eyes dart back to Jake’s as he finally sits up and leans in. His voice is quiet, low and rough so the strangers surrounding the bar can’t possibly hear even though you’re still across the bar, frozen, pinned to the center island. “We promise we’ll go easy on you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Natasha adds.

Your hands shoot out and clutch the lip of wood behind you. You have to to keep your feet under you as you feel your knees go weak.

“Mmm,” Jake hums, his eyes following the same trail over you that Natasha’s had a few moments before. It felt like his touch following hers over you, and it was enough to make you bite back a groan. “Looks like you were right, Nat.” He’s addressing her, but his eyes haven’t shifted away from you. “She does want it rough.”

“(Y/n)!”

You jerk back away from the center island and turn around to see Penny ducking under the other side of the bar.

“H-Hey Penny,” You can’t hide it. You know you can’t hide it. Your skin is still red all over, and your eyes are dazed and confused. You’re almost certain that at any moment you’re going to break out in nervous sweats.

Penny sees you and immediately frowns.

Your heart goes into overdrive, thudding loudly in your chest. Natasha has a way of looking straight through you, and you’re praying Penny doesn’t share that talent as she eyes you with concern. If she knew or even suspected, what had been going on between you and the two pilots behind you moments before she walked in, you would quit on the spot. Resign in disgrace never to be seen again.

“You okay honey?” Penny stepped around towards you and put the back of her palm to your forehead. “You look like you’re burning up. Did you get too much sun?”

“N-No, I think I’m just coming down with something.”

Penny let out a quiet hum of agreement as she felt the heat of your skin. “You should head home. I can call in someone else tonight.”

“I… My roommate is my ride, and she’s…”

“I’ll take her!”

Your head jerks around to see Natasha climbing off of her barstool and seemingly collecting herself to leave. She’s giving Penny a sympathetic smile that wreaks of an innocent, helpful nature that was entirely absent just moments before.

“We have a party to get to anyway. I’ll drop her off on the way.”

Jake nods his assent and tilts his head back, downing the rest of his beer in one swallow. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he elongates his neck, and a single trickle of beer leaks out and runs past his jaw down the length of his throat. The smirk he comes up with spells out for you that he did it on purpose.

“Thank you Natasha,” Penny accepts the ride before you even have a chance to consider your options, and she pushes you towards the flap out from behind the bar. “Go home and get some rest.”

You nod along numbly, walking around to join Jake and Natasha. They position themselves on either side of you as they lead you out of the bar.

To everyone watching, it looks like two patrons helping a friend who looks very flushed and confused, possibly drunk or sick. Jake’s arm goes in what should be a comforting embrace around your shoulders, resting his left hand on your left shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze.

Natasha is more obvious, not that anyone seems to notice but you. Her fingers blaze a trail over your skin, not merely wrapping themselves around your waist, but brushing along your back as they go.

“Your choice, angel.” Natasha’s lips touch the outer shell of your ear as she whispers into, her voice husky with what you can only assume is want. “We can take you home, and you can call this a nice, unexpected day off. Or you can come with us.”

Jake’s fingers squeeze your shoulder, longer this time, not a comfort but a warning, “Just know, angel,” You reach the parking lot of the Hard Deck, and Jake pulls the three of you to a stop, him and Natasha standing in front of you with similar, imploring looks. His free hand points between him and Natasha, “We’re kind of a package deal.”

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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Unspoken Code

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!reader, Phoenix x Hangman cameo <3

Category: One-shot

Summary: You and Bradley have been successfully dating secretly for months...until your father, Maverick, walks in on the middle of a makeout session.

Warnings: Making out, steamy foreplay, language, drinking

You moaned as Bradley pushed you back against the lockers, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours. His hands were everywhere, under your shirt, gripping your thighs, finding your hands and tugging them above your head.

“Bradley,” you gasped, tilting your head back as he attacked your neck with open-mouthed kisses. “Bradley, baby, they’re gonna, gonna come in,” you bit back another moan as he sucked on your pulse point. “Gonna see us.”

“Shh, no one will see, everyone’s gone.” Bradley pulled back enough to rest his forehead against yours, searching your face. “Are you okay? Wanna stop?”

“No,” you shook your head and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want to tell him.”

“And get me shot out of the sky?”

“Are you saying you can’t outgun him?”

“Your dad is Captain Maverick Mitchell, no one can outgun him.”

“I could.” You smirked.

“You’re not the one he’s going to kill when he finds out,” Bradley smirked back, gripping your thighs and lifting you up easily. “That his precious little daughter is dating an older man,”

“By four years.” Your legs wrapped around him easily, lips pressing against the scars on the side of his face.

Bradley’s breathing stuttered. “Our dads were friends. Pretty sure I’m breaking some kind of unspoken code or something.”

“It’s not just you who’s breaking it.” You giggled, biting your lip when Bradley chuckled. God he was so hot.

Bradley moved to sit on the bench running between the rows of lockers, hands sliding up your back as he captured your lips once more. Your eyes closed as you relaxed into him, into the man you had loved in secret for the past eight months.

“Baby,” he moaned, a hand moving to massage the inside of your thigh.

You whimpered in response. “Roos,” your hands slipped up under his shirt.

A soft laugh caused both of you to freeze. “Roos?” Maverick appeared around the corner of the lockers to lean against the doors. “She calls you Roos?”

“Oh, shit.” Bradley stood straight to attention, looking down as you fell to the ground with a yelp. “Bradley!”

“Sorry,” Bradley helped you up, the two fumbling against each other while Maverick looked on with a smile.

“Dad, I can explain,” you turned around and braced yourself between him and Bradley. “He’s, uh, we’re, it’s just, ever since I joined the academy we’ve-,”

“We’re in love, sir.” Bradley’s statement caused you to look back at him with wide eyes. “I promise, my intentions are strictly long-term, I want to date her and then I plan on marrying her.”

“What?” You squeaked.

“I know, Bradley.”

You whirled back around. “What??”

“Guys, Goose and I wrote the book on secret relationships. Who do you think helped him sneak off base so he could go see your mom? Who do you think first discovered that the locker room after hours was the best place to-,” Maverick cut himself off with a cough and a little gesture between the two of you. “You know.”

You stared at him, still trying to process. “You’re…taking this surprisingly well.”

Maverick smiled at you, his eyes sparkling with that special light that only showed when he was looking at you, his daughter. “Honey, if you’re going to be with anyone, he’s the one I’d want you to be with.”

“Dad,” you smiled, eyes growing glassy as the weight of an eight-month long secret lifting off your shoulders.

“Love you, sweetheart.” Maverick straightened and coughed again. “All right. You can…carry on.” He turned to leave before another thought him. “Bradley,”

“Yes sir?”

“Hurt her and I’ll be using live ammunition during our next training session.”

“Yes sir.”

And with that Maverick left, leaving you and Bradley alone once more.

You turned around slowly to find Bradley looking as stunned as you. “Did that…Did that just happen?”

“Uhh, yeah,” Bradley ran a hand through his hair. “I think it did.”

# # # # #

Hangman looked up from the pool table when you and Bradley entered the Hard Deck, a grin lighting his already smug expression. “Well, well,” he gave a nod as the two of you approached. “Bradshaw. Mitchell.”

“Seresin,” you looked him up and down. “What, we’re on last name basis now?”

“Would you prefer I call you both Bradshaw?” Hangman smirked as he looked down at Bradley’s hand securely interlocked with yours. “How long has this been going on?”

“About eight months, babe.” Phoenix clapped him on the shoulder. “I’ll explain when you’re older.”

“Called it!” Fanboy crowed, turning to punch Coyote in the arm. “You owe me fifty bucks.”

“You guys bet on this?” You looked from them to Bob, watching as he fumbled a wad of cash out of his pocket. “Bob, what are you doing?”

“Umm, I lost.” He gave a sheepish grin. “I thought you were just close friends because you grew up together.”

Fanboy beamed. “And I said that friends don’t look at each other like you two do.”

You looked at Bradley, mirroring his bemused smile. “I need a drink, baby.”

“Yes ma’am.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, right in front of everyone.

You blushed, grinning after him as he made his way through the crowd.

When you looked back you found Phoenix smirking at you. “Got it bad, huh?” Her hand rubbed idly against Hangman’s shoulder.

You could nothing but nod with a deep, satisfied sigh. “Terminally, I think.”

“So much for that unspoken friend code thing, huh babe?” Hangman looked over at Phoenix.

“Didn’t stop us.” Phoenix grinned before kissing Hangman hard, not breaking even when Bradley returned with two beers in tow.

“Oh yeah,” you began, looking up at him as you accepted the beer. “I like this.”

“Like what?” Bradley asked.

“Breaking the code.”

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omg i am a firm believer that 1.) jake was born to be a girl dad and 2.) nat notices her tiny bump one day before showering and she calls him into the bathroom and she’s standing there all giddy and is like “do you notice something different about me” and he immediately starts crying when he notices the little bump 🥹🥹

Day 20 of Ode to Phoenix

Did I want to write the Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests in order? Yes. Did that happen? Apparently not. This one just jumped out of me, and I was in too deep to write anything else for today

Jake as a girl dad has me 😍🥰🥹 He definitely was

Omg, I am giggling kicking my feet at this thought about her baby bump discovery 💗

Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha has a Baby on Board, and it's not Bob

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, early pregnancy partner struggles, mention of oral sex but nothing explicit

A/N: To whoever requested, I hope you enjoy my love xx

Do You Notice Something Different?

Natasha stumbles into the bathroom and pushes her hair out of her face, grateful it’s finally Saturday. Despite listening to her family and friends talk about their pregnancies for several years, nothing prepared her for the level of exhaustion she’s felt these last few weeks. Jake has pretty much taken over everything in their life that isn’t her job. Including making an early morning run to the grocery store because she’s craving lemon, blueberry ricotta pancakes she once had at a restaurant in New York City.

She strips off her pajamas before emptying her bladder for the third time already this morning. While she pees, Natasha closes her eyes and drops her head into her hands. Outside of deployments, the last few weeks are the longest she and Jake have gone without having sex since they started hooking up. Whether she’s been too tired, too sick, or too sore, usually some combo thereof, he's taken it all in stride. He's even been understanding about her not wanting him to touch her, although she can tell that part has been the hardest on him. Until recently, she hadn't realized how important their physical connection is to him.

But it finally seems like she’s coming out the other side of the miserable first weeks with her appetite, for food and sex, starting to return. At least this morning she'd been able to think about giving Jake a blow job without triggering her gag reflex.

She flushes the toilet and leans forward over the sink to wash her hands. Tentatively, she ventures a look in the mirror. Her face is getting its color back, although the faint lines around her eyes and mouth have deepened. Her breasts, well, those are definitely different. They're fuller and heavier, stretching her bras to the brink of their adjustments. She'll have to buy new ones soon.

Her hands freeze as her gaze drifts down further. Is that a trick of the reflection? Hurriedly, Natasha straightens and looks down at her stomach. It's slight, but it's there. A little bump in her abdomen. She sucks in her stomach, but it keeps its shape.

She turns off the water and dries her hands, accidentally pulling the towel off the rack in her rush. She tosses it onto the counter and places her hands flat on her sides then slides them to meet in the middle of her stomach. They rise slightly before they stop over her belly button. Definitely a bump.

Hand over her mouth, Natasha looks in the mirror and turns to check her profile, to be sure. There it is. A small, round protrusion. The first sign of Jake's birthday baby.

"Jake!" she shouts. "Jake, come here!"

In her excitement, she doesn't realize that screaming for her husband while pregnant might send the wrong signal. "What is it!" There's a commotion in the kitchen and then the sound of Jake's footsteps pounding through the house. "Nat! Sweetheart, are you okay?" he yells. Oh shit, he's going to break his neck thinking she's hurt.

"Wait, I'm fine, but come here!" she calls back. It doesn't sound like he's slowed down. "I'm fine!"

He bursts into the bathroom with a look of panic on his face, hands still covered in flour from making her pancakes. But she's too excited to wait for him to calm down.

"Do you notice something different about me?" she asks giddily, holding her arms out at her sides.

For a long moment, Jake looks like he's still trying to process that he didn't find her in a heap on the floor. Then his eyes drift down her body, and she can't really blame him when they get stuck on her breasts. His face goes bright red, although there's an aroused gleam in his eye. He swallows but doesn't say anything.

She knows why he's silent and finds yet another reason to fall in love with him. Not that she'd dwelled on having a smaller chest much, because it's generally convenient as an aviator, but it was always something that made her self-conscious in bed. Since the night early in their relationship when she'd drunkenly apologized to him for it, Jake has always made sure she knows how much he adores her perfect little chest. Which isn't quite as little anymore.

She giggles and reassures him that he won't hurt her feelings for appreciating the change. "Okay, yes. You can enjoy those later." His face gets even redder. "Besides that, notice anything different?" She turns to the side as a hint.

He drags his gaze lower and the arousal blasts right out of his face. His jaw slackens, and his eyes are bright and already glistening when he looks back up at her. "Is that?" he checks but chokes up.

Natasha bites her lip, feeling tears prick at her own eyes in response to his. She cries at the sight of a dryer sheet on the floor these days so she's not going to be able to withstand him crying. She nods. He takes a step toward her then hesitates, and her heart clenches with guilt. The last time he'd touched her, trying to help while she threw up in a bag in their car, she'd pushed him away and yelled at him to leave her alone. After apologizing for lashing out, she'd miserably told him she needed space and watched as he hid his hurt while promising her he would do whatever she needed.

She reaches out and takes his hand to bring it to her stomach. His touch remains light and uncertain so she steps into it until his large palm lies flat across the bump of their baby. She closes her eyes, feeling the protective warmth and curve of his fingers, dry and slightly rough from the flour still on them. Relief washes over her when she realizes that she's missed his caresses, the tender way his thumb strokes across her skin, the firm pressure of his love expressed in a touch.

A warm drop hits her bare shoulder, and Natasha looks up to see Jake standing over her, tears running freely down the handsome planes of his face. A few get caught in the corners of his trembling smile. "Is that our baby, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she says softly, her own vision blurry as she thumbs away the tears from his lips before standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "That's our baby, sweetheart."

As hungry as she is, Natasha doesn't want him to leave her yet. She leads him into the shower and settles her back into the curve of his solid chest. They stand under the water, his temple pressed to hers, arms circled around her and hands splayed over the little bulge of their baby.

"Jake?"

He squeezes her then starts to drop his hold, but she catches his arms. "No. I don't want you to let us go."

Jake kisses the curve of her ear. "I won't," he promises.

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jakeseresinnix · 1 year

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just a collection of shoots with monica and glen.... and honorary tarzan xD

#monglen #hannix #hangnix #phoenix x hangman #monica and glen #photoshoot #entertainment weekly #monica barbaro #glen powell #glen and monica

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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Do you write ships? if yes can you do Hangman x phoenix topgun and something with 29, 22, 21, 11, 10

feel free to write anything along the lines of these!!

Oh honey I'd be more than happy too!! I've never done a Hannix ship before but I'd be more than happy to try my hand at it.

Phoenix knew something was wrong the minute Jake walked in the door. For one thing, he looked terrible.

"Jake?" she asked setting her book aside on the coffee table.

Jake really did look horrible, pale and ashen, his usual mischievous blue-green eyes looking glassed over and a horrible wet cough setting in. Phoenix couldn't believe how prominent the dark circles under his eyes looked, dark, almost bruised.

"Hey, Bagman, talk to me, what's going on?"

"Sick," was all he managed to get out.

Natasha took his bigger hands in hers, her eyes widening at how badly they were shaking and how hot they were. "C'mon," she said, motioning towards the bathroom.

Right in she led him, turning on the cool water and sitting him right on the edge of the bath. "Pit or tongue?" she asked.

Jake stripped off his shirt and lifted his arm, letting the thermometer rest right in his armpit. When it beeped, Natasha nearly did a double take. "A hundred and two," she remarked. "You're definitely staying home."

"Tasha," Jake said, pretending to pout. "My darling......my lovely little minx....."

"Don't give me that," she scolded, pretending to be stern. "Now strip and get in that bathtub so you can cool down."

"Would you mind helping me?"

Natasha rolled her eyes a little. Sick as he was, there was still room for him to be a smartass.......typical Hangman.

Off came the shirt, the basketball shorts and the boxers before Jake slipped into the cool water, still shaking and trembling so much that Natasha thought he was vibrating. The wet cough that was coming out of him was painful, even to Phoenix.....just wet nastiness that made Jake's face go redder than it ever had before.

As soon as the water had gone from pleasantly cool to freezing cold, Natasha helped him out and straight into bed, covering Hangman with the big duvet and turning on the central air just in case he started overheating again.

"Water or Seven-Up?" she asked him.

"Either one," Jake croaked before another round of hacking began.

"Ok but first thing's first," she told him. "On your back."

"You wanna be on top for once?" he joked through the bout of hacking.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she took the little container of Vicks out of the nightstand drawer. She took a good amount of the slimy, strong-scented mixture and began slathering it all over Jake's chest, rubbing it in as best she could until the strong smell filled the entire room.

"Oh yeah baby," Jake teased. "Rub it in.....rub it all in.....make daddy feel all better."

"I have it in every right mind to roll you over and smack your ass," Natasha informed him.

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" Jake croaked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

A loud smack on the shoulder was all he needed to shut up. "Ok, ok, ok I give, I give," he surrendered.

As soon as the vaporub business had been taken care of, Natasha refilled the metal water bottle with fresh ice and water, doing everything in her power to get Jake to drink more water. He drank as much as he possibly could before he had to hack and spit into a tissue.

Whether it was the ceaseless rounds of hacking or the sickness itself, but Jake steadily began to grow sleepier and sleepier. The next few hours were spent in and out of sleep, but Natasha stayed with Jake, her hand gently stroking his hot cheeks and his neck as she quietly sang to him.

"Thank you sweetie," Jake croaked sleepily.

"Go back to sleep," Natasha whispered into his ear. "You're not missing a thing."

Jake rolled over, drawing her back to him to keep her close, finally giving in to the deepest sleep of his life with Natasha by his side.

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hard-deck-confessions · 8 months

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I See You - Chapter 1

Pairing: Hangman x Phoenix

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: enemies to lovers (not yet tho), slow burn, slight swearing, for sure some military inaccuracies, third person POV

Summary: Phoenix hates Hangman's guts. But she cares about her friends more, and Hangman is making her best friend miserable. About a month ago, Hangman started picking on Bob again. No one knows why he started his jeering up again, but Phoenix is willing to pay anything to make it stop. But what happens when that price is a date? And what happens when it turns out that Jake Seresin actually isn't the worst company?

A/N: I had the idea for this fic after I saw a fanfic quote prompt somewhere: "I brought you a juice." (I can't find the user it was from, but if you do please let me know so I can credit them!) From there I wrote a cute little Hangman x reader incorrect Top Gun quote post, but I realized it was such a Hangman x Phoenix interaction so Jabber and I collaborated over some ideas and this baby was born!

This story is written fully in 3rd person, so omnipotent narrator who reads the other characters minds occasionally, but it takes place mostly from Phoenix’s POV.

Also I may have completely made up correction sensors, but they’re based off whatever targeting system that malfunctions during the “mission” in the movie. They never get mentioned again, please leave them alone. They are sensitive and valid.

Chapter Song(s): Mean, NO, CHOKE

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"That’s a kill!" Bob’s excited voice came crackling through the radio in the Daggers’ break room.

The room erupted with cheers. No one had been able to down Hangman in this week’s exercises on targeting without the correction sensors so far, but Bob’s quick thinking and steady hand had finally done it. Hangman’s gloating would be replaced by cheers of Bob’s name that day in the lockers. A welcome reprieve.

Back in the air, Phoenix was pumping her fists in the air and flipping off an unknowing Hangman. "Suck it, Bagman! We got your butt good!" the aviator called through the radio. "That’s how we do it over here with the smoothest duo in the Daggers! Great job, Bob! MVP of the exercise for sure.”

The shy backseater blushed lightly beneath his oxygen mask. He still got flustered over the smallest compliments, no matter how many times his supportive squad mates clapped him on the back or clasped his shoulders singing his praises. He stumbled over his words as he squinted against the sun in his eyes, making getting the words out even harder, "I, uh, you—you basically lined up the shot for me, Phoenix, I just pressed the button."

"Nah, that was all you, Bob. Don’t sell yourself short." Phoenix insisted proudly.

"No, please do sell yourself short, Baby," Hangman interjected with a laugh, the cockiness and resentment were practically dripping from his voice, even through the radio.

"Please go screw yourself, Bagman," Phoenix spat back. "Ignore him, Bob, you did amazing."

"It’s okay, Phoenix; he’s just joking." Bob said, always trying to keep the peace, especially between Phoenix and Hangman. Bob was getting pretty good at standing up for himself, but the two of them always seemed to be at each other’s throats and Bob found that he was usually, unintentionally, the reason.

"I wasn’t, actually," Hangman quipped again.

Phoenix’s blood was about to boil; if it wasn’t likely to get both her and Bob a court martial, she’d dive on the cocky blond's plane just to give him a good scare. Instead, she settled for some "playful" verbal abuse.

"Bagman, everything everyone says behind your back is true."

"Was that meant to hurt my feelings, Phoenix?"

"I swear the only reason they let you fly solo is because your WSO would purposely sabotage you both just to get some damn peace."

"Oh, really? That the best you got?" Hangman taunted.

The breezy jovial feeling that had filled the air of the jet just moments before had gone stale, and instead a thick layer of smog-like anger had fallen over the aircraft cockpit. The temperature within had surely gone up by at least a few degrees with all the red hot words flying from Phoenix's mouth into her mic.

Bob's cheeks glowed to a flaming red as he listened to the two pilots bickering, entire body tense, helpless to remove himself from the mid-air argument, just waiting for the right moment to interject. He’d been in this situation many times before—he knew the drill. But that didn't make him any less uncomfortable. "Okay, c’mon, guys—" he began timidly, yet a level of assertion still came through in his voice.

"Great work, aviators!" Mav’s voice came like a shock over the radio, squashing the argument before it could manage to turn physical. No student had died on Mav's watch so far, and he wasn't looking to change that any time soon. Especially because 'purposeful collision due to mid-flight training disagreement' would not go over well on an accident report. "Let’s get these birds back on the ground. It’s quitin' time!"

Steam filled the empty locker room. Phoenix breathed deeply as she stepped out of the shower. She always felt like she had gained a new life after her shower at the end of each day; the amount of sweat produced under those flight suits was ungodly. She also liked to imagine that the boiling water was washing away all the boys’ BS that she had gone through that day. She loved, almost, all of them—though she’d never tell them that—but being the only girl on a team of men, Navy men, was rough. She was sure at least two of them truly were raised in a barn, and she knew Bob and Rooster were the only ones who even knew what the word "filter" meant.

She thought on her boys fondly, unable to hold back her smile, as she toweled off her hair behind the emotional privacy of the her locker door. She'd never dare show this side to them. This was still the military, after all, and she was still a woman. No matter how many times she proved herself tougher than the men around her, her and soft emotions were not allowed to coexist without ridicule. Wiping the condensation off of the mirror, she looked at her own face in the tinny glass, it had been hardened over her time in the Navy, and it reminded her of the look of rage on Hangman’s as they clambered back into the hanger. She laughed lightly. That was without a doubt the best thing she’d seen in weeks. She wished she could’ve had it photographed so she could look at it when she was having a bad day.

She didn’t truly hate the cocky pilot, but she had been nearing the line between it and mere distaste with his recent antics. After their first mission together, it had seemed like all grudges between any of the Daggers had been squashed; Hangman and Bob had been fully civil up until a couple weeks ago when Hangman decided to make the younger pilot his verbal target practice. Everyone had noticed the shift, but no one could tell exactly what triggered it. Bob had finally started to stand up for himself in the past couple days, which Phoenix was thankful for because any time anyone else said anything to Hangman, the treatment just got worse. It needed to end, and soon. Phoenix was ready to string Hangman up, but she knew acting out would only risk getting both her and Bob disciplined. She didn’t know what she was going to do. But she was sure as hell going to do something.

She finished getting ready to head home and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She tossed her hair into a loose bun as she walked out of the lockers, preparing to face the scorching heat already constantly present even this early into the California summer. Fanboy intercepted her in the hall outside the locker rooms. His face immediately told her that whatever he was about to say wasn’t another corny joke about his favorite tv series.

"There’s something you should know," he said.

"BAGMAN!"

Lt. Jake "Hangman" Seresin might not have finished at the very top of his classes, but he was smart enough to know that that yell could only mean one thing: he was about to get the chew out of a lifetime from one Lt. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. He pulled his signature toothpick out of his mouth before turning on his heel to see the livid brunette storming down the hall, fire ablaze in her eyes.

If anyone else had been in the vicinity, they would've sworn they felt the temperature shift.

"What the hell, Hangman?" Phoenix barked, shoving a hand roughly into his chest, and sending the unprepared man stumbling back a couple steps with an unsophisticated mix between a "WOAH!" and "HEY!"

"What do you mean ‘what the hell'?" Hangman shot back, gathering himself and stepping forward, squaring his broad shoulders towards her. "You can't just attack a man without telling him what he did to provoke it."

Phoenix's face was now inches from his. Hangman could feel the rage on the heat of her breath.

"Watch me," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Don't even start that crap with me. You know full well what you did."

"Humor me." Hangman said with the same tone he would have used in a casual conversation with a friend, which this situation very much was not.

There was finger in his face. He pretended there wasn't, looking past it directly into Phoenix's face.

"I am so fed up with your immature little grudge against, Bob."

"I didn't know I ever had one."

Hangman's tone was aloof, and it drove Phoenix crazy. How could he be such a prick? All she wanted to do was punch him in the jaw. She didn’t know why she always felt like she was about to explode with Hangman, no one else made it so difficult for her to keep her emotions in check, but she held it together—this time. She wasn't going to make herself any promises for the future.

"You two were supposed to be cool after the mission, I thought you had agreed to lay off him! I don't know who you think you are, but Bob is just as, if not more, qualified as any of us to be here. And you know it! But your fragile little ego just can't take that he's smarter than you, can it?" She practically spat the last words, ensuring they hit Hangman square in the face.

Phoenix saw his eyes soften for just a second and knew that she'd hit a nerve, but his expression didn’t change. He just continued to look at her with that same stupid, smug expression he always wore.

"And I have laid off him. He's not my concern any longer." He shrugged, popped the toothpick he'd been holding back into his mouth, and started to turn away. Phoenix forcefully grabbed his arm.

Her grip was stronger than Hangman assumed it would be.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what it looked like to Fanboy when he saw you corner him in the lockers after that last flying exercise. He said you looked ready to throttle Bob before he stepped in. That's low, even for you. We got you fair and square in that exercise. If you don't want to lose, try not making stupid mistakes. And one more thing," Phoenix said, leaning into Hangman's face, fists clenched so tightly at her sides they were pure red. "If you ever try taking your sore loss out on Bob again, we will be having a very different conversation that will not be much of a conversation at all."

"Is that a threat, Trace?" Hangman said coolly, a smirk on his face.

"It's a promise," Phoenix snapped, pushing past him forcefully, her shoulder smacking into his.

Hangman dropped his head and laughed, his tongue twirling the toothpick in his mouth. Head still lowered, he called after the receding footsteps, "Wow, I didn't know you had a heart, but since you clearly care so much about him, I'll leave Bob alone."

The footsteps stopped. Hangman turned to face them, shaking his head lightly.

"But it's gonna cost you."

Phoenix cocked one eyebrow in an ‘I knew this was coming' fashion.

"Really?" She said, crossing her arms over her chest, taking a step closer.

"Really." Hangman shot back joyfully, also taking a step closer. He was clearly enjoying this.

"Fine. I'll bite. What's your price?"

"Go on a date with me."

Phoenix scoffed, staring at him agape as if she hadn't heard him correctly or refused to believe he'd actually said what she thought he said.

"That's the worst joke you've ever made, Bagman, and you've made a lot of bad jokes." She scoffed again as she turned and continued toward the exit.

"Maybe because it wasn't a joke." There wasn't a drop of sarcasm in his voice.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," said Phoenix, turning back to him again.

"You want me to leave Bob alone? That's my price. One date, and we'll never have this issue again. I promise." He held up three fingers in a "scouts honor" kind of way.

"You’re insufferable, Bagman," Phoenix said. With that, she turned and walked down the hallway, silently fuming.

#top gun #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #hangman x phoenix #fanfic #robert bob floyd #phoenix x hangman #hannix #hangnix #seresin x trace #top gun fanfiction #fanfiction #i see you

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Firebird

A Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace Origin Story

Slight Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace / Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Description: Natasha Trace is used to being marveled and stared at. She's the only woman in her flight class. For the most part, the staring only leads to occasional requests to join the remainder of her cohort for drinks at the nearest bar to base. She always refuses. Her COs have enough to say about her without resorting to the usual criticisms of her gender, which going to a bar would garner.

But Natasha's only human. When she seeks out a bar to get drunk where nobody knows her name, she's surprised to find the one man she never wanted to see off base dropping into the seat next to her. The conversation that follows changes her life and gives her a callsign.

Warnings: Mysogyny, Discussions of Strength and Power as a woman in a male-dominated field

A/N: Hi everyone! Nice to see you here! I wrote this fic for @thedroneranger's Pick Your Poison Challenge to accompany her fabulous Phoenix Cocktail Moodboard Grit & Glam. I wanted to explore a headcanon of how Jake gave Phoenix her callsign and ended up venturing slightly into Hannix territory. I hope you all love it! The italicized lyrics at the end are from the song Firebird by Galantis.

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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“Oh, come on, Trace.” This, she’s used to. It’s what she gets when she’s the only woman in her flight school class. “It’s just a few drinks tonight!”

It’s the overly insistent, ridiculously charming blond man who’s asking her that Natasha’s not used to. Seresin, at least she thinks that’s his name, asks her to go out with the rest of the class every night despite her refusals.

“It’s not happening, Seresin.” She keeps her tone light and her eyes on the NATOPS she’s rifling through and making notes on. After all, there’s no denying that Seresin is easy on the eyes, with his green eyes and shining blond hair, broad shoulders, and muscular physique. Maybe in another life, she’d have fallen for the lines he feeds girls at the bar hook, line, and sinker. But in this life, she wants to be a Naval Aviator, wants to be the best of the best. No six-foot blond is going to stop her, not when she’s so close.

“C’mon, Trace. It’s just one night of drinks.” He sounds oddly frustrated at her lack of response. “You don’t have to be so frigid all the time, you know? What’s one round of drinks amongst friends and colleagues?”

“Well, Seresin,” Her voice is sardonic and a little sarcastic as she packs up her notebook and her NATOPS. “There’s nothing wrong with a round of drinks amongst friends and colleagues. But you’re neither of them. So I have to say no. Goodnight, Seresin.”

Her voice is just loud enough, cutting enough, that the others hear from the huddle they're in on the other side of the room. They're ooh-ing and aww-ing and ribbing Seresin with every iota of their limited intelligence as she sweeps out of the room. Of course, Natasha also hears the way one of the others, Williams or maybe Monroe, calls her an ice-hearted bitch, but that's nothing she hasn't heard before. Seresin is awfully quiet, and she's sure he would normally have joined in on their censure of her if she hadn't seen the small flicker of hurt that wafted through those crystalline green eyes as she swept out of the room.

She can't figure out why he's so adamant about her socializing, though. It’s not as if Natasha is a stranger to having fun. Once upon a time, when she was a young tomboy, she used to sneak out to bars and other unsavory establishments and party all night long. It had been fun roaming around wild in the hot, sticky San Diego summers, dangling out of an old Pontiac Firebird. She’d slept half-naked under the stars, smoked hand-rolled cigarettes, and drunk too much alcohol. Of course, joining the Navy had put a stop to that kind of reckless, foolish, youthful abandonment.

It still doesn’t explain Seresin’s behavior. He’s never once attempted to be cordial or nice or even kind for the entire time she’s known him. All Natasha knows is that Jake Seresin is filled with the same urge to be the best that she is. It’s a conundrum that she turns over in her mind late that night and in any spare moment in which her brain isn’t being crammed full of more flying techniques and NATOPS sections. The same conundrum seems to be captivating Seresin as well. Each day for their classes, he takes the seat behind or near hers and spends the time boring a hole into the back of her regulation slicked-back bun or into the side of her face. She spends the week with the heat of his gaze prickling across the back of her neck and distracting her thoroughly.

That’s the only reason why she fucks up on Friday afternoon. It’s supposed to be an easy maneuver. It’s one she’s had swimming in front of her eyes whether she’s awake or asleep. But she messed up. Others in her cohort messed up on the hop, too. But of course, it’s Natasha who’s standing at parade rest facing down their CO as he spits in her face all of the reasons why a woman isn’t talented or determined enough to fly a fighter jet. It’s the snickering Natasha can hear in the background from the others, which has her spine straightening. It shouldn’t be so common to be lambasted over every mistake just because of your gender. But there’s a reason why so few women in the armed forces are aviators. There’s a reason why Natasha has faced only one of these particular dressing-downs only once in her career prior to today. But nothing her CO is saying can even touch the dressing down she’s giving herself.

When she’s dismissed, she stomps her way into the ladies’ locker room and tries her best not to sob where anyone important can hear it. The deluge of hot water drums over her head and beats her stiff muscles into some form of flexibility, but it doesn’t beat the whiff of failure from her skin. She stands under the deluge until her fingers prune and the water cools. She’s shivering and shuddering as she towels off and pulls on her clothes. But the clothes she pulls out of her gym bag aren’t jeans and a T-shirt but a sundress. Natasha slams her forehead against the locker door because this is yet another symptom of her distraction. This was the dress she was supposed to wear to brunch with college friends in town. Not the outfit she wants to walk out of base wearing. At least she’s managed to pack the matching heels as well.

Unsurprisingly, Natasha hears wolf-whistles a-plenty as she clacks her way out to her car. The comments make her angrier and feel even worse. At one point in time, sometime between the beginning and end of that long, unfulfilling shower, she’d made up her mind to drive home and collapse onto her sofa and maybe drink an entire bottle of wine. But the more the pigs she has to fly with notice her uncharacteristic attire, the more her mind changes. Now, all she wants is alcohol, enough to drown out her thoughts and to lift her mood. It might be time to bring back the wild little thing who’d run circles around folks back in San Diego.

The bar she ends up at a couple of hours later is what people would pick for a night out on the town. In truth, Natasha had two major criteria for picking this place. It’s not within five miles of the base, and it serves an elderflower and gin flaming cocktail. Something about it feels fitting to her current state of mind.

The sky has darkened in the time between when Natasha sat down and now. Natasha’s not sure how long it’s been, but she feels a million times better than she did before. The bartender was very kind and plied her with round after round of Phoenix cocktails all afternoon long. It’s just her luck that she’s tilting a drink between her fingers, watching the pinkish-purple shimmering liquid dance in the light, when a body drops heavily onto the barstool next to her. It's a bar, so obviously, bodies have been dropping into the seat next to her as the night progresses. But this particular body is wearing a very recognizable cologne and speaking in a very recognizable tenor to the bartender.

“Can I get a whiskey on ice for myself and another one of those flaming things for the pretty lady next to me?”

“It’s not a flaming thing.” Natasha's words are slurring but still sharp as she rotates on the fiddly little base of the barstool and faces exactly who she thought she'd be facing - Jake Seresin. Her voice is gritty with the burn of over-proofed smooth liquor as she responds.

“It's a Phoenix cocktail. What are you doing here, anyway, Seresin? I didn't think fancy bars were your idea of fun.”

“Mmm, they’re usually not.” There isn’t a bite to his words tonight. “I like my bars to come with their own history, usually.”

He pushes the Phoenix cocktail he'd ordered over to her and watches, enraptured, as the bartender snuffs out the flames.

“You don’t seem the type, Trace, to get rip-roaring drunk in a bar all by your lonesome.”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Natasha is ginger as she sips from the warm glass, careful not to scald her mouth on the flame-kissed surface.

“You did.” He purses his plush lips, rolling the whiskey from the sip he just took on his tongue with his eyes lidded in the lowlights of the bar. He looks like a man who has cultivated that expression solely for the purpose of making a lady weak at the knees, not that Natasha would ever call one of his usual types a lady. His pink tongue slips out of his mouth and swipes away a droplet of the amber-colored liquid. He leans forward, gently tucking a loose tendril of hair behind Natasha’s ear.

“When you told me you’d only have drinks with your friends and colleagues.” He leans in closer until all Natasha Trace can hear is Jake. All of a sudden he seems to surround her with his presence. She can smell the smokey whiskey on his breath, the rich scent of his cologne, and the gentle scent of soap crowding out the scents of the bar. And then there’s the heat of his skin, elusively, unbearably comforting against the bare skin of her shoulders.

It feels good being this close to somebody else. But Natasha can’t let Jake Seresin, of all people, know just how lonely it feels to never be able to let her guard down. He can’t know how much it will set her apart from the others in their cohort above and beyond the way her gender already does.

“I did.” Her voice comes out in a whisper so quiet Natasha’s not sure he can hear.

“Yet you’re out here drinking something purple and pink and ridiculously sweet, all while looking like there is something you’d desperately like to forget.” He settles back in his stool, a long leg hooked on the footrest of her stool as he peers knowingly at her. “Are you trying to forget the dressing down Smith gave you today?”

Natasha shrugs, alcohol making her limbs uncooperative. “Others made mistakes, too. Why were mine so severe that they deserved a public audience? Or if they were severe, surely someone else had made a mistake equally as severe and deserved the same treatment?”

She sips on her drink, trying to ignore how her eyes sting, and her throat is tight. “Of course,” she rasps after swallowing, “it’s not like the perfect Jake Seresin knows how to make a mistake.” Natasha realizes that she’s murmuring that fact like it’s a secret, leaning into his lushly scented space like she craves the nearness of his skin. Maybe she’s already drunk too many of these pretty little drinks for her sanity?

“I make mistakes, Natasha.” He’s just as close as she is to him; the two of them nearly braced against each other like they’d collapse, marionettes without strings, if they weren’t so close and if they couldn’t prop each other up.

“Who said you can call me Natasha?” Her words are as spicy as the sips of top-shelf liquor dripping down her throat, but her smile is as sweet as the syrup of a maraschino cherry. He chuckles, dimples on full display as he tugs her stool closer to compensate for her listing sway on her tri-legged perch.

“What made you start drinking these lovely Phoenix cocktails, hmm?”

Oh, the room seems to be swimming a bit more. Jake’s so close Natasha can see motes of amber in the mercurial stormy green of his eyes.

“How much do you know about phoenixes, Seresin?”

“No matter how much I know, I get the feeling you’re going to tell me anyway, Natasha.”

She snorts, swigging back the last bit of her drink, running the tip of her finger along the rim of her glass, mesmerized by the sparkling residue left behind on her skin.

“Phoenixes are mythical beasts found in Greek, Roman, and Egyptian mythology. Of course, you probably know how they set themselves on fire and are reborn from the flames. As a result of this imagery, they were associated with immortality.” Huddled in against the counter as they are, Natasha can’t say if there is anyone else even in the room.

“But they’re more than that to me.” Her inhale is shaky even as she sips from the cup of water, cold and crisp, which has suddenly appeared at her elbow. “It’s probably painful to be burned alive and then reborn as a chick. But it also takes a lot of strength.”

To her surprise, Jake is still listening, one long-fingered hand tapping at the water glass in her sweat-damp palms when she pauses, prompting her to drink sip after sip.

“I…” She swallows with a mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert. “I, well, I hope to somehow have that same strength. So when a day like today happens, I find a bar that serves Phoenixes, drink them all night until the sting of failure and my despair and my loneliness wash away.”

“Is it working tonight?”

Natasha hums as she drinks yet another sip from her never-ending, always full glass. “I’m not sure it ever really did.”

“For what it’s worth, we both know you weren’t making more mistakes than any of those other idiots we fly with.” His smile is special and soft, filling the cavity of her chest with a softly flickering warmth at odds with the sharp burn of the liquor. “You’re good at what you do, Natasha. You could fly circles around all of them. You fly circles around me, too.”

Natasha can’t believe what she’s hearing. There’s no way Jake Seresin is admitting that Natasha Trace can be better than he is. She stands without realizing, her legs about as sturdy as those of a newborn giraffe. All of the alcohol rushes to her head with a vengeance.

“Have you closed out your tab?” She nods, desperately trying to keep a hold of her swimming head and her roiling stomach. She staggers her way out of the bar, trying desperately to navigate to the Uber app without stumbling over her high heels or face-planting into another of the patrons. An arm wraps around her waist before she can even get to the doors.

“C’mon, Natasha.” Her feet are steadier due to his support. “I’ve got you, darling.”

The endearment, in an undertone colored by a Texan twang, sounds tenderly fond as it’s rasped into her ears. The air is cool outside the bar as she staggers to a stop against a truck in the parking lot. There’s a click as the doors unlock, and when Jake opens the door, the step is so high that when she lifts her leg up, she nearly falls into the gravel, so impaired is her sense of balance.

“I’ve gotcha, darling.” Those same big hands brace her under her knees and behind her shoulders as they heft her into the seat of the truck. Sitting in the cab, she’s even more surrounded by his scent. But he doesn’t close the door immediately. Instead, Jake Seresin unlaces each of her strappy heels and sets them in the footwell of her seat. His fingers, warm and calloused, massage firmly at her stiff, aching arches until she feels like putty in his hands.

“You’re pretty good at that, Seresin.” He smiles again, a devastatingly tender quirk of his lips that barely creates that dimple in his cheek she’s quickly coming to adore.

“I like working with my hands.” It seems like he’s downplaying the true reason. This humble side of Jake Seresin is something she’s never seen before, something she likes. She fists her hands in the collar of his soft pullover and tugs him up until his arms are braced on the seat on either side of her, and his face is inches from her own. Thinking back on it, Natasha’s not sure who made the first move. All she remembers is the taste of whiskey on his tongue as her fingers grasp at the soft curls against the back of his neck. His mouth feels divine, thin lips just the right level of wet and soft as they move against hers. There’s heat making her flush as his hands cup the back of her neck.

When Jake Seresin pulls away with a question in his eyes, Natasha’s almost sure she can guess the words about to leave his lips. It’s going to be some variation of ‘Would you like to come home with me’, no doubt. But instead, he presses more of those warm, tender kisses across her bare shoulders, throat, collarbones, and cheeks. When he presses a lingering kiss to her forehead, Natasha’s eyes flutter closed.

“Let me take you home, darling.”

Those words, in a hauntingly tender tone, stick in her mind all weekend long, even when she’s hungover and curled up under her sheets. It feels like something has changed between her and Jake Seresin, inexplicably and totally. Or maybe it’s the sense of confidence Jake Seresin has instilled in her. One night, a few drinks, and his presence are all she needs to boost her mood? It’s ridiculous. Walking into the classroom on Monday morning at 0700 hours sharp and seeing Seresin laughing with the others like nothing has happened feels almost like a slap to the face. He doesn’t look at her or speak to her. Natasha’s sure the Jake of that hazy dream-like Friday evening was only looking for one thing, which he didn’t get when he needed to babysit her drunk ass.

By the time she’s in her flight suit and kitted out with her helmet in hand, she's ready to smoke every man she has to fly with, especially one Jake Seresin. Sure enough, Natasha’s cold, calculated, and on her game that day. She doesn’t make a single mistake. Of course, Smith doesn’t so much as nod in her direction, but it’s enough to hear the men grumble as her flight is used as the exemplar for their hop. When they’re dismissed, nobody tells her goodbye. Monroe and Williams are still whining and moaning about her success and their subsequent dressing down from Smith. But Jake Seresin’s smiling at her, that crooked tender grin, and saying, “See you tomorrow, Phoenix!”

Under the stars awaken To the sound of a firebird

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indynerdgirl · 2 years

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So, you've found yourself on the good ship Hannix.

And now you're looking for some fic to get your fix. Well, you're in luck! Please enjoy this list of Hannix fic recommendations (in no particular order):

Not A Chance by @myshipsaresunk A Day In The Life by myshipsaresunk From The Ashes by myshipsaresunk The Seresin Family & other Hannix fics by @bradshawsbaby Snapshots by bradshawsbaby The Sound of Silence by WineRed As High As You Can Into The Wild Blue by therethedanceis All Too Well by @princess-prentiss Each Beast Gets Her Burden by @thriceturned Bombs Away by thriceturned Tug of War by @coraphoenix Midnight Air by coraphoenix Bullshit (You Can Be Mine) by ForASecondThereWedWon Trapdoor Prayers by ForASecondThereWedWon I Don't Wanna Give You Up series by @katiesharms The Wedding Bet Date by @happypopcornprincess This is not an exhaustive list by any means, these are just the ones that I've read and enjoyed! I know there's more on AO3 and in the Hannix tag, and while I'm not a FanFiction.net or WattPad person, I bet you could probably find more on those sites as well. I will also leave you with @jakeseresinnix if you want a great blog to follow for all kinds of Hannix content, and a few Hannix playlists! My own Hannix playist bradshawsbaby's playlist myshipsaresunk's playlist for From The Ashes

(hannix mood board by me)

#top gun maverick #hannix #hangman x phoenix #phoenix x hangman #jake seresin x natasha trace #natasha trace x jake seresin #jake hangman seresin x natasha phoenix trace #natasha phoenix trace x jake hangman seresin #natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #tgm fanfiction #my post

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 months

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friend can we please get more hannix (also you have so many fandoms that i love so i get so excited whenever i see your name in my fandoms on ao3

This is so sweet, thank you!!

“What’re you reading?” Phoenix asks, grabbing a seat in the sand before Hangman offers it. “Flying Planes for Dummies?”

He barks a laugh.

“Faster to just watch Rooster.”

She rolls her eyes instead of engaging, then cranes to see the page he’s angling away from her.

“Dracula?!”

“Say it,” Hangman sighs.

“What?”

“Whatever you’re gonna say.”

“Actually,” Phoenix decides, “it makes sense.”

“Because I suck?” he anticipates dryly.

“Because you left this last night,” she snaps, tilting her head to display a hickey.

“Oh, I literally suck,” he says with a grin. Admiring his handiwork, it’s hard to be sorry.

send me a prompt for one of these fandoms!

#Second's midwinter cleanup #my writing #Top Gun #Top Gun: Maverick #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Phoenix x Hangman

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belowtheharddeck · 2 years

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masterlist

request are open! I'm open to write for pretty much all top gun characters :)

bradley "rooster" bradshaw

heaven in your eyes - you and rooster have toed the line between friends and something more since you first met, but one night you finally cross the line

when we're ready - after maverick and penny's wedding rooster and reader take a little time to wonder what their own wedding would be like (previously titled weddings)

pouting - “Would you write a Rooster Bradshaw imagine where he is pouty after he continually is interrupted him every time he tries to kiss his civilian wife between their friend, work, etc?

lazy mornings - a lazy Saturday morning with rooster

what happens in vegas - you and Bradley get drunkenly married in Vegas

wearing roosters hawaiian shirt while your secretly dating

the sweetest drunk - "Hi there! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a Bradley Bradshaw x Fem! Reader (possibly wife) where they all go out and Rooster gets drunk so the reader has to take care of him and it’s super fluffy and cute."

jake "hangman" seresin x natasha "phoenix" trace

permission to kiss you - hours after the mission phoenix and hangman meet on the deck of the carrier and finally explore what's between them

javy “coyote” machado

dagger squad is surprised he has a girlfriend

#masterlist #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #javy machado x reader #hangman x phoenix #phoenix x hangman #hannix

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader misquote #1

Bob: You’re such a good cook.

You: I’m making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Phoenix: *making static noises* Abort the mission, repeat, abort the mission.

Bob: Uh, yeah, but the way you spread the jelly on so evenly, it’s just, umm-

Hangman: *more static noises* Engines on fire, going down.

Phoenix: Abort, abort, abort!

You: You’re terrible at flirting.

Bob:

Bob: Yes I am.

Hangman: Going into G-lock!

You: Do you want to go out?

Bob:

Bob: Yes I would.

Hangman:

Phoenix:

Phoenix: Huh...Quickest recovery from G-lock I’ve ever seen.

Hangman: Beginner’s luck.

Fanfic Masterlist

Tagging @callsignbob for this because it made me think of you <3

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autumntouched · 1 year

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ode to phoenix/football rivalry: nat finds out she can 💦 only after she starts dating jake and he prides himself in fact that he can make it happen multiple times a round/night (he’s 100% the kind of guy who can have multiple orgasms and uses it to their advantage)

I'm back and refreshed for Day 17 of Ode to Phoenix! Obviously today's is 18+, NSFW.

Sorry to skip around a little on your Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests. I'm keeping them chronological because a) I don't have time to outline and write on such tight turnarounds and b) I want to be able to build off each of the fics. Please hang tight! They're in the works.

Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha and Jake make a discovery, and Jake has to get competitive about it...not that Natasha minds

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: All smut, no plot. Vaginal fingering/oral sex/penetrative sex (m/f), squirting (f)

A/N: Is it just me or is Monica, I mean Phoenix, checking out Glen's, oops lol Hangman's, rear in this gif?? Like her eyes are unnecessarily drifting a little far to the left to be watching his shot or the pocket. Okay, just me? Cool. Here we go! Hope you like it xx

Make You Soak My Sheets

“Wait, Jake, wait,” Natasha pleads desperately, gulping air to hold back the intense urge to pee. When he’s too slow to release the pressure of his fingers inside her, she snaps her knees shut so fast only his remarkably honed reflexes keep him from being knocked in the head. “Stop!” she shouts before she pees all over his bed and embarrasses herself even further. As it is, she covers her burning face.

“Oh shit, Nat, are you okay? I thought—I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Carefully, he withdraws his fingers from her. She’s so wet from everything his mouth and hands have done to her since he stripped her and laid her naked on his bed that her arousal spills from her emptied core. He climbs up to lay beside her.

Natasha pushes her hand up her forehead, forcing herself to face him. “You weren’t hurting me. I–.” Humiliation claws at her throat. When did she start caring so much about what he thinks of her in bed? She certainly hadn’t when all this began. It’s all supposed to be fun.

“Hey.” There’s so much concern in his voice that she feels even worse. Since she and Jake realized that they enjoy spending time together, and that enjoying regular time with each other in and out of bed could be called dating, he’s shown her a completely different side of him. One that’s patient, gentle, and tender. Which is everything he is in this moment when he massages light, soothing circles over her stomach. “You can always tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like.” He kisses her collarbone. “I promise it’s good for me only if it’s good for you.”

A new heat seeps past her embarrassment. It’s deep and radiant and steady, and she’s coming to understand that it might be love. Loving anyone in this way isn’t something she was looking for, or even thought she wanted, so falling in love with Jake “Hangman” Seresin almost seems like a hoax the universe is pulling on her. She’s not ready to say anything about that quite yet, but she does want to calm the anxious lines on his handsome face. “You were going to make me pee,” she admits shyly. Since when is she shy with Hangman?

He frowns and pulls back slightly so she can get up. “You don’t have to wait to use the bathroom. Do you need to go?”

“I mean, I don’t have to now. And I went right before we…started. Just when you were fingering me there.” What the hell, she’s talking about her bladder function with him. She drags her hand back down over her face, but Jake tugs it away.

His expression is thoughtful. “Has this happened before?”

Natasha focuses on the delicious layer of chest hair covering his curved pecs rather than meeting his slightly amused and curious gaze. “With you? Yes. Several times. But not really before that.”

“Those other times you made me stop?” he realizes.

“Yes! I’m not going to pee in your bed, Bagman!” she huffs. That’s not something she wants him to tease her about later, even if his ribbing is more affectionate than obnoxious these days. She’s not five.

“That would be okay with me.”

Exasperated, she finally looks up at him only to be surprised that although there’s a hint of a smile on his lips, he seems serious. “You want me to pee in your bed?” she demands skeptically.

Jake leans in and brushes her hair from her face. “I want to make you come so hard you pee in my bed,” he clarifies, voice hungry and slightly breathless. As if to prove the truth of his words, his dick thumps against her thigh. He kisses her mouth, the taste of her still thick on his lips, and groans when he draws back. “Please, babe, I want to do that for you so bad.”

He noses at her neck, the hand on her stomach creeping up to caress the underside of her breast. Natasha’s nerves are already humming again, charged by every nip he leaves making his way down her chest. “You’re so fucking hot when you let go for me, Natasha,” he promises between each bite. The way he says her name should be illegal because she is absolutely defenseless against it. Suddenly, she’s somehow on the verge of begging him for what he clearly wants.

Jake rolls over her and knees her legs apart before he cups her breast into his mouth, tongue dancing around her nipple until her vision goes blurry. The ache between her legs drowns out everything but the need for him inside her again, filling her, driving at that pressure point until she bursts. “Tell me you want it,” he breathes across her nipple, making her whine and curl her thighs open for him. “Tell me how good you want me to make you feel.”

“I want it,” she begs, unable to find any words but the ones he’s giving her. She’ll say anything for him to be inside her. “I want it, Jake.” Her thighs flutter and shake in anticipation as he kisses and tongues his way down her abdomen, chuckling at her needy whines and gasps.

He settles between her legs again and his expression becomes intent as he opens her to him. “God I love it when you’re so wet for me, Nat.” She can no longer remember at what point she stopped being "Phoenix" in bed unless he's been turned on by her flying or she's returned with another ribbon for her chest. He slides a finger into her and they both moan at its slick path. It’s not enough.

“More,” she pleads.

Jake leans in and tongues her clit as he slips a second finger inside her. Natasha’s hips jump when he reaches the place she’d begged him off. “You want it right there?” he asks.

She nods and closes her eyes against her fracturing vision. Encouraged, his strokes grow firmer and Natasha pushes her hand into her hair to keep herself from flying apart right then and there.

“Jake,” she gasps as the pressure escalates with the intensity of how hard his fingers are fucking her, swelling like a balloon stretching to its limit. Her lungs strain to take in air faster than he drives it out of them. The tightening knot of her bladder creates a buzzing friction that makes her feel so full she might explode if she doesn’t release. But even with his promises, she holds back.

Feeling her clench down on him, he kisses the inside of her thigh. “It’s okay, I got you. I just want to see you let go for me, babe.” Natasha’s hand falls back to the bed and, with some effort, she steadies her breathing until the tension in her eases. “Jesus Christ," he praises, "you feel so fucking good right now.”

Everything out of his mouth obliterates her grip on her control. She wants to tell him how close she is but her brain keeps glitching, turning her words to high, keening gasps instead. When the urge becomes too much, rather than resisting this time, she bears down and lets go.

“Holy shit, Nat,” Jake exhales reverently as warm liquid streams between her legs and her whole body snaps and unravels. His mouth is on her, soaking up her release like she’s a fountain of the sweetest drink he’s ever tasted. The fission of her climax surges up her spine, splitting her apart with a rapturous cry.

Every one of her muscles comes undone, thrusting her into his mattress with the force of pulling her plane into the air as she collapses in on herself. Gravity fades with the throes of her orgasm, as if the shock waves of pleasure rippling through her are the only thing holding her together, until she floats weightlessly into a state of deep relaxation.

It takes her a long moment for her to come back to herself and remember where she is. Hazily, Natasha watches Jake lift his drenched face from her core, his expression as blissed out as she feels. “That wasn’t pee, babe.” His voice is absolutely wrecked. “You squirted and that might have been one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen you do. And I think pretty much everything you do is hot.” Lightly, he kisses her sensitive clit and her thighs quake from the slight touch. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“The bed’s wet,” she realizes slowly.

Jake crawls up between her legs. “I’ll gladly change my sheets anytime you want to do that for me again.” He drops a kiss between her breasts then nuzzles her neck. “I almost came just watching you.”

Natasha brushes the hair at the back of his neck, staring up into his dark, molten gaze. “I’ve never done that before,” she admits quietly.

A cocky smile hitches across his mouth. “Then that is just the first of many times.” Already he knows her so well. She can’t resist a challenge even if she’s not sure yet how she feels about soaking his bed. At least he seems to enjoy it.

“You sure about that?” she goads him to see what he’s going to do about it.

Immediately, Jake’s face folds into a scowl. "I'm going to make you soak my sheets," he promises.

She might have made a mistake, Natasha thinks not long after, because she has to muffle her screams in his pillow as he thrusts into her past her walls tightening around him, thumb relentless on her clit, until she gushes all over his pelvis and thighs. And this time, it’s too much for him. Jake shouts her name as he comes hard and long, dick pulsing deep inside her over and over.

He drops forward, catching himself on the bed. Reaching down, breathing jagged and labored, he drags his fingers through her release and sucks it off them with a long moan. Natasha has never seen Jake so absolutely wrecked and despite coming down from her own orgasm, finds herself turned on all over again.

It feels less like a mistake though and more like an incredible discovery when she’s stretched beneath him, Jake curled over her with his face buried in her neck and hand tangled in her hair as he strokes into her from behind. He mouths her skin and the dips at the top of her spine, panting desperate sweet nothings there. Every time their bodies slap together, his aim on her g-spot as impeccable as his aim in the air, the pressure in her winds tighter. And now that she knows what’s on the other side of it, Natasha relaxes into the fullness and lets go. As soon as she feels the now almost familiar waterfall of warmth, his balls contract against her ass and he comes.

His arm wriggles its way between her abdomen and the bed, and his strong fingers coax her through her own orgasm. It washes over her like the tide sliding over the sand.

“Jake,” she rasps, her voice entirely raw and spent. Her forehead falls forward onto the mattress as her hips arch back up into him. Jake keeps his gentle hold on her quaking body until they sink back into the ruined bed.

They drift in and out of half sleep wrapped up in each other until he musters enough will to turn on the bedside lamp. He climbs off her with a kiss on her shoulder. “I should change the bed, sweetheart,” he murmurs. There’s something new in his voice, a new intimacy she hasn’t heard before. She’s too spent and sated to think more about what that means right now and files it away for later.

Whatever mortification seizes her when she sees the soaked, ravaged state of his sheets evaporates as soon as she looks up to find a self-satisfied grin on his glowing face. “You going to doubt me the next time I promise you something in bed?” he challenges.

Natasha gathers her own smirk as she helps him strip the bed. “I don’t know, Bagman. Can’t say I mind you trying to prove yourself.”

“Try!” he exclaims scornfully. “That was not a try.”

She can’t help messing with him. “Oh, then what was it?”

He tosses aside the comforter furiously. “I’ll show you what that was, Lieutenant.” And he scoops her up to make her squirt one last time in the shower, eyes triumphant and euphorically dark, as he watches her fall apart around his mouth and fingers. He swallows her down before he lets her slide, boneless and wrung out, into his arms while the water rinses over them. “That’s what they call expertise.”

Natasha has to admit, she can't wait to enjoy more of that expertise.

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‘I’m Here For You’

Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x girlfriend reader- nickname ‘Skylar’

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, worry, fluff

Summary: After being caught up in her work to take a test that’ll guide her to the next rank, Phoenix forgot to keep a promise to her girlfriend. Now, will Skylar see this as a mistake or judge her for it?

“Honey!! I’m home!”

Phoenix heard that familiar lovely voice come through the front door early in the morning, signaling that her girlfriend of 2 years had just gotten home from her all night shift. Skylar was a nickname the academy had given her as she worked for the San Diego Police Department, but Phoenix liked calling her gentle giant ‘mamas’. She heard the door close softly as the keys jingled and clanked against one another as they were probably being hung on the key rack. Phoenix was supposed to still be in bed resting, but instead she had stayed up all night, going though her work and books for the Lieutenant Commanders test she was soon supposed to take, worrying that maybe she wasn’t reading or learning enough to pass with a high score. More than anything she wanted to pretend that she was fine and just run to her girlfriend and treat her well for working so hard last night, but she couldn’t move any bone in her body, and just stayed seated in their shared office and nibbled on her fingernails nervously. Phoenix looked down at herself and at her desk, both were a complete mess. Phoenix hadn’t showered or eaten, her hair was a knotted mess in a bun, wearing the same old t-shirt of 2 days, that Bradley had lent her after she forgot to bring a change of clothes to the gym, along with leggings and fuzzy red socks. Her desk had scattered papers and open books everywhere, as well as sticky notes taking place on every durable surface. Phoenix continued to nibble on her fingers as she heard her girlfriends footsteps approach the room, and she could only think to herself,

‘I must be the worst! I promised I would make her breakfast and run her a warm bath. Instead I’m still here at my desk at 9 in the morning with nothing done! She’s going to be so mad, but I don’t blame her, I was selfish-‘

“Hi baby, what’s going on?”

Phoenix went completely stiff at Skylar’s greeting again, and held her pinky finger at the tip of her pouty lips, looking down at her paperwork, contemplating what her next move should be. But she soon felt a nice weight come on her shoulders as familiar arms hung over them and push her against a warm and inviting chest. A sweet peck was given on her cheek before she was asked again,

“Honey, what’s going on? Why haven’t you gone out of here?”

And that’s when Phoenix put her hands over her face and began to cry softly, feeling completely useless and overwhelmed with everything in that moment. Phoenix instantly felt the warmth of Skylar leave her body, but before she could beg Skylar to stay and not leave as well as give out her apologies for not keeping her word, she was spun around on the chair to face Skylar who had bent down and held her hands on Phoenix’s knees as she concernedly asked,

“Nix why are you crying? What’s the matter honey, talk to me?”

Phoenix sniffed as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and shrugged, returning her other hand back to her lips as she let her anxiety take control to nibble her fingers again. But before she could try to get that close, Skylar took both of Phoenix’s hands into hers and held them tightly, while looking up to her lovingly, hoping Phoenix’s warm brown eyes could find her own. Phoenix looked everywhere but Skylar as she voiced through tears that continued to paint her now pink cheeks,

“I really- I really wanted to keep my word and treat you this morning, but I got caught up in work- I’m so so sorry- please-“

Skylar shook her head and began to say,

“Hey hey hey.. no more sorrys, tell me what’s going on with my baby. What or who is making my beautiful girl cry?”

Phoenix slightly blushed at being called beautiful for the one-millionth time, but nonetheless she turned her head and used her chin to point at her desk while pouting,

“The Lieutenant Commanders test is driving me crazy, but I really want it, like really bad mamas.. but I can’t seem to grasp any information-“

Phoenix squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a sob and began to cry again. Skylar was quick to understand the weight of it all, she knew that Phoenix’s job as a Naval Aviator was a competitive job, and they only picked the best, the number 1, so the work it took to get there, could be unbearable sometimes, and it made her sad to think that Phoenix felt terrible for believing that she wasn’t enough or even selfish. So Skylar then decided to take matters into her own hands, because she more than anything hated seeing her bright and beautiful girlfriend crying, and blaming herself for things she couldn’t control. Still holding Phoenix’s hands, Skylar stood up and offered sweetly while tugging at Phoenix’s hands,

“Come on sweets, let’s go take a bath.”

Phoenix lifted her face and revealed her puffy red eyes with dark bags under, along with her swollen pink lips, she shook her head no as she stood up,

“No I’m supposed to take care of you-“

“Natasha.. I said, let’s go take a bath. Please?”

Skylar used a little bit of firmness so Phoenix could stop trying to turn it around, which she was glad that it worked as Phoenix gave in as she still sniffed away her tears

“ok.. are you going to be with me?”

Placing a warm kiss to Phoenix’s lips that were a bit salty with tears, Skylar smiled,

“Of course I am. Go pick out your choice of bath bomb or whatever you want to use, I’ll go pick out our pjs and things.”

Phoenix felt a little better as she cooperated, Skylar held her hand as she led them to their bedroom and large restroom that had a nice, good-sized tub, awaiting to be used by two tired and exhausted angels. Skylar then walked away to their drawers, as Phoenix opened the cabinet and pulled out the vanilla scented bath bombs, along with the Shea butter & honey cream, for afterwords. In a short time the bath tub was almost filled with warm vanilla water, Phoenix sat on the little chair they had their as she waited for Skylar to return, which soon came when Skylar walked inside with their favorite hoodies and socks, along with their usual matching undergarments. Phoenix stood up so she could place the clothes there as she asked curiously,

“What took you so long mamas?”

Skylar sent her a wink as she said proudly,

“I ordered us some breakfast from the Waffle House. It’ll be here by the time we’re done, so we can have breakfast in bed. What do you think?”

Phoenix let her eyes water as she whimpered,

“I think that’s so sweet of you, I-I don’t deserve you.”

Skylar awed while Phoenix let her take down her messy bun and massaged her scalp,

“You do deserve me, all of me, no matter what. You work so hard and only deserve the best because of it. Ok?”

Phoenix smiled while her tears were wiped away softly by Skylars fingers,

“ok.. Thank you.”

“Anytime my love, now let’s get in before it gets cold on us.”

Soon Phoenix rested against Skylar’s chest as they cuddled in the tub after rinsing off the vanilla and honey scented shampoo and body wash. Phoenix’s tears of joy and appreciation were poured the entire time, while Skylar showered her with love and caring actions, as she washed her hair, massaged her sore shoulders with the body wash, carefully rinsed and made sure the soap didn’t get in her eyes, it was all so beautiful and sweet for Phoenix, and made her only fall more in love with Skylar. And now Skylar sweet talked Phoenix while kissing her exposed skin in between,

“I’m here for you whenever you need, and it’s ok to solely focus on your job, I know that test is very important to you, especially when you need to get there before Mr. Jake -Alter-ego Seresin right?”

Phoenix’s shoulders shook a little as she giggled, Jake Seresin had been a big influence on Phoenix taking the Lieutenant Commanders test, betting that whoever got it first would have to pay and host and celebration party as well as take and pay for a short vacation for passing. And Phoenix really wanted it, more because she wanted rank, but as well as the prize Jake had promised for it, she could imagine taking her girlfriend along with her to celebrate and to a well deserved and wanted vacation. But Phoenix had taken it more seriously this time, and let it all overwhelm her, packing it all on her at once wasn’t a good choice, but she didn’t see it until it was almost too late. But now Phoenix realized that she had forgotten to take care of herself through the process, and the only way she could be sane enough to pass, was if she took care of herself too.

“You’re right Skylar.. I got too ahead of myself and just let myself drown over my own ambitions.”

With a tight squeeze Skylar replied,

“It’s ok to be ambitious.. to want to do and be more, but the only way you can get there, is if you take care of your mind, your heart, your body, so that all of you can get there in one piece, and I’m willing to help you get there, I’ll help you study.”

Phoenix turned her head to face Skylar as her eyes beamed with hope,

“Really? But it’s a lot.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, all that’s matters is that my baby is taken care of, and that she learns the material to pass-“

Ding ding ding!!!

Skylar’s head perked up as she cheered,

“Hey our foods here! Why don’t you get dried up while I go pick it up, yeah? I’ll be right back.”

After smooching Phoenix’s cheek then lips, Skylar jumped out of the tub carefully, and slipped on a robe before walking out.

Phoenix then unplugged the tub and got out slowly to not slip. She began to dry herself from head to toe while her hair was wrapped up in a towel. She soon heard bags ruffling around as Skylar’s voice sounded out,

“I’m back! Let me set this up, then I’ll come change with you.”

“Ok! I’m drying myself off still.”

“That’s ok!”

In mere minutes Skylar returned and helped rub the rest of the cream on Phoenix’s sore shoulders and feet, happy when Phoenix returned the favor. After slipping on their hoodies and clean fuzzy socks, Skylar caught on to how Phoenix kept nibbling her fingers here and there, so she suggested nicely,

“Why don’t we paint our nails first? Then we can go eat.”

Phoenix dropped her fingers from her mouth as she apologized,

“It’s a bad habit from when I’m nervous, I’m sorry.”

Taking out the white nail polish and painting them carefully Skylar said,

“It’s ok to be nervous, but nibbling these pretty nails won’t help, ok? So let’s see if painting them will help, cause as much as I love my baby even with her nibbled fingers, I like to see her with them all dolled up too.”

After letting Phoenix admire them and promise to try her best to not go back to her bad habit, Skylar sent her a wink as she finished up and used the nail dryer machine to dry them quicker. Soon Skylar happily led Phoenix to their bed where their food was set nicely on some trays. They helped each other climb in bed and get settled nicely under the warm puffy white covers, then put the trays in front of themselves, beginning to dig into their warm delicious meal of waffles and bacon. Skylar smiled to herself as she watched Phoenix be so soft and cute, people from outside their house saw Phoenix as a strong woman, no one ever saw her cry or sweat, she was fierce and fought to the last minute to get her prize. She didn’t let a soul intimidate or demean her, in the skies she was a leader, she was Phoenix, the one who rose from the ashes and ruled the skies. But at home, she was babied and cared for like a precious diamond, her girlfriend protected her like no other and did her best to shield her from the harmful world, and Phoenix liked that, she liked feeling cared for, and having her hair down. When they finished eating Phoenix wanted to get up and go on with studying and cleaning up her desk’s mess, but Skylar immediately put a stop to it,

“No no no... you my dear, are going to snuggle in, and get some much needed beauty sleep. Warm up the bed while I go take this to the kitchen, and if I see you up. So help me God.”

Phoenix laughed at her girlfriend as she watched her try to be super serious, so she teased.

“And what if I’m not here when you come back?”

Skylar eyed Phoenix from the door while holding the trays, as she said,

“I will literally tie you to the bed, and punish you-“

“I want that-“

“No, sleep first, and if you’re nice and obey, I might consider to do what your pretty mind wants me to do. Yeah?”

Tucking herself under the covers Phoenix sighed defeatedly,

“Okaaaaay.”

Skylar then walked to their kitchen and threw away the trash, and washed their forks and empty glasses of orange juice. When she walked back to the room, she was met with Phoenix’s soft snores and heavy breathing from passing out into a deep sleep. Fist-pumping the air Skylar quietly cheered to herself, then used that time of Phoenix being asleep as an opportunity to fix up her office.

About 4 hours later, Phoenix woke up while being spooned, feeling absolutely comfortable and at home. Warm arms were wrapped around her waist that held on tightly, Phoenix thought Skylar was asleep, until she heard her soft voice coo,

“You up dear?”

Phoenix nodded as she turned around to face Skylar and smiled,

“Yeah I’m awake, I feel a lot better too.”

With a boop to Phoenix’s nose Skylar cuddled closer,

“I’m glad you do.. when you’re ready, we can go study ok?”

Phoenix thought for a moment before saying,

“I think I’m ready to start.”

“Ok, let’s go then.”

Phoenix should’ve caught on to how Skylar was eager to pull her into her office, but she soon found out why.

Her desk was all cleaned up and organized perfectly, the books were in order and the sticky notes found a new home on a hanging board. Her scattered papers were sorted out in folders that had labels, her pencils, pens, and markers even had their own new place, inside cute little cups. She even had some little heart decorated stress balls. Phoenix awed as she hugged Skylar and thanked her,

“You’re so amazing! This is so much better than I had it.”

Laughing softly, Skylar then pointed out,

“And if you look under your desk, you have a new little fridge there, that holds snacks and drinks. So you can have something to eat while you work when I’m not here.”

And it was true, a little fridge was found in place under her desk, with Phoenix’s favorite snacks and drinks, only making her smile bigger.

“Wow! I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well you don’t have to, loving me and keeping me is your only payment to give.”

Giving her a big kiss Phoenix promised,

“I always will.”

That whole next week Phoenix studied just as hard, but with new tactics and ways so she wouldn’t overwork and exhaust herself. Skylar was also there through all of it, helping her read everything more than once until she understood it, as well as having Phoenix recite rules and information by memory. And after every day, Skylar made sure Phoenix had eaten three meals along with snacks and hydrating drinks, as well as taking a refreshing bath or shower, either one she wanted. And Phoenix had felt more successful and productive than ever, she was still very nervous, but more calm and sure this time.

The day came for when Phoenix had to take the test, and had driven herself to work that day, because unfortunately Skylar had to work too. But Phoenix did her best to not nibble her fingers, or show any signs of fear, as she took her test diligently and efficiently. After taking it, Maverick told her that she’d get her results by the end of the day, she felt like a college student at the end of a semester, waiting on her professor to grade her most important test of her life. Phoenix wanted to go home for the afternoon and rest as she waited for Skylar to come home so they could go out and eat, but Jake had different plans for Phoenix when he called her. Phoenix picked up the phone as she answered while sounding like if she was talking to her most annoying brother,

“What the hell do you want Bagman?”

Jake’s laughter went through as he began,

“Woah woah Phoenix, relax, I just want us to come over to Hard Deck and get some drinks. I’ll pay for you I promise, and if you bring your girl I’ll take care of her drinks too. Just come here and hang with us.”

Looking at her watch that ticked ‘5:34’ Phoenix realized that Skylar would be home by ‘6:00’ so she decided that their date for the night would be fine at Hard Deck. What she was confused about though was why Hangman was being so nice and giving, he never really offered to pay for anyone, or anything as such, but once in a while when he actually did, it was good to see and be on that side of him, so she said yes,

“Alright, sounds good, we’ll see you soon over there then. Thanks Hangman.”

“Don’t mention it Phoenix, just get here safely and soon.”

After hanging up Phoenix was quick to dial her girlfriend to tell her the plans, Skylar was quick to pick up and excite Phoenix when she came through,

“Hi baby! What’s going on? How was your test?”

“Oh it was alright, Maverick hasn’t given me the results yet, so I’m just waiting on that. And uh, I have some plans for tonight, Jake I voted us to go to Hard Deck with everyone, he even offered to over us for the night. Do you think we can make it?”

Skylar‘a sad sigh was then heard as she said,

“Awe sweetie I really wanted to leave work early, but right before you called I was going to dial you and tell you that my boss let me know that I needed to cover someone’s shift tonight. I’m so sorry.”

Phoenix pouted sadly as she was sorta crushed to not have her best friend and girlfriend there with her at Hard Deck, but she was comforted when Skylar said,

“Don’t worry about me Nixy, you go have fun tonight, my credit card is on my nightstand. Get yourself a cute dress and go with your friends, you deserve it. I’ll be home by midnight for sure. Then tomorrow we can do something fun together. Ok?”

Feeling confident enough to listen to Skylar’s option, Phoenix replied,

“Ok, I’ll do that. Thanks baby, I’ll bring home some dinner for you. And I’ll show you my dress too.”

“Oooo I get a free show and a meal.. it’s a deal, go on baby I need to go. I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you more mamas, stay safe.”

“I will.”

After Phoenix hung up, she got dressed into Skylar’s work sweats and left the house to go buy herself a simple cute dress at the local lady’s store. Once she found the one she really liked and wanted, which was Skylar’s favorite shade of color of red, Phoenix slipped it on after doing her hair and makeup at a near by hair salon, and left for the Hard Deck feeling better about her self. When she arrived, she looked around and saw only Jake’s truck, and thought to herself,

‘I thought everyone else was going to be here? Hm, that’s ok... maybe I’ll see them next time.’

Stepping out of her red Jeep, Phoenix then walked up the steps and opened the door waiting to take in the usual soft sound of the music playing around, the echoed laughters that filled corners here and there, even the clinking of beer bottles and glasses, but instead, she walked into loud shouts of the words,

“SURPRISE!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!”

Phoenix let out a yelp as she jumped back in surprise, and watched everyone one she knew come into view, all her Navy buddies, Penny and Amelia, and her most favorite person, Skylar. Skylar was quick to take Phoenix into big hug with a kiss as she cheered,

“I’m so proud of you baby!! You did it!!”

Phoenix pulled back as she scrunched her brows confused,

“Wait what?”

Maverick then patted Phoenix’s shoulder lovingly as he said,

“You passed with a perfect score Phoenix, you’re Lieutenant Commander now.”

Gasping out loud Phoenix jumped happily,

“Oh my God no way!!! Skylar we did it!!”

Skylar was quick to correct,

“No Nix, you did it. I love you baby and I’m so proud of you. All of this is because of you.”

Phoenix sighed happily as she was pulled into the bar as they began to celebrate with drinks and Penny’s special baked goodies. They all had a good time, and as they enjoyed themselves, Phoenix never let go of Skylar’s hands, relishing in every kiss she was given along with the squeezes of the hand here and there.

Later that evening, Jake then pulled Phoenix into a big side hug as he said,

“Well looks like I now got to take someone on a promised short vacation for passing, along with your gorgeous girlfriend.”

Phoenix saw how he sent Skylar a playfully wink but she immediately pinched his side as she warned him,

“Back off Bagman, she’s my girl, right mamas?”

Giving her a cheerful peck Skylar agreed, while looking at Hangman triumphantly afterwards,

“You’re so right Nix. Now Bagman, where are you taking Lieutenant Commander Phoenix and I?”

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