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hello again! I was the anon who asked if you were taking requests for Phoenix 💞 lord knows I've spent too much time on the #natasha trace x reader tag HAHSAHAJS tumblr needs more nat content (I'm pleading on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️)

I was thinking about Nat having a girlfriend but struggling to come out to her friends. She has been dating reader for long enough that they've moved in together and has yet to mention to them that the reason she's been leaving the hard deck earlier than usual is because she has a girlfriend at home.

She thinks nobody suspects a thing but bob found out somehow (it's up to you) and asked her directly. She gives up the facade and tells him everything and they have a long talk about her struggles with her sexuality and her fear of coming out to her friends and actually showing off her gf. That night, she talks to her gf too and decides she's going to finally introduce reader to the dagger squad.

I would looooove to see their reactions on this, bc in my head, everyone must've thought she was into guys like hangman or whatever and she's shows up with this pretty girl by her side. They're already planning on who's gonna get her number first and nat just "uh.. guys this is my girlfriend😄"

Just super fluffy and kinda angsty too? Maybe throw in some smut if you feel like it 👀💞 It's totally up to you!!!

mwah!💋

- Syd

syd !!! thank you so much for sending this in, I absolutely loved this idea and I hope I did it justice!

The Hard Deck wasn’t as crowded as it usually was and Phoenix was grateful for the breathing room as she sipped her beer at the bar and checked her phone, letting you know she’d be leaving soon… Friday night was always bar night for the squad, a way to relax and unwind heading into the weekend after a long week of training and she really loved it… it was always fun getting to spend time with them, the squad had turned into its own little family but that didn’t stop her from always being the first to leave to get home to you as quickly as she could.

No one knew about you yet… she’d wanted to tell the team for weeks now but every time she thought she worked up the nerve she backed out at the last minute, anxiety overruling and shutting it down before she could even get the words out. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice Bob slide into the seat next to her until he was tapping her shoulder and pulling her focus back to the present.

“Hey Nat, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked softly as she nodded, turning to give him her full attention. “Why haven’t you told anyone you have a girlfriend?” he whispered and her eyes widened at the question… she’d been thinking he might want to talk about the training exercise today, she’d made a decision in the air he didn’t agree with and it was normal for them to talk it out afterwards but this felt like Bob had dropped a bomb on her.

“What do you… how did you know?” she asked and he gave her a soft smile.

“Overheard you on the phone at lunch,” he replied and she thought back to the conversation she’d had with you… she’d laughed while you filled her in on some of your coworker’s antics and told you what time she’d be home before calling you her sweet girl and telling you how much she loved you. She’d thought she was alone in the locker room, otherwise she wouldn’t have let that slip.

“Oh… uh, just haven’t felt ready to, I guess.” she answered and Bob nodded, giving her the space to continue when she gathered her thoughts. “I’ve gotten mixed reactions from other squads in the past and… I don’t know, we’ve just got a good thing going here and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Why do you think you would ruin it?” he asked, genuinely interested in the answer and she sighed.

“It’s not easy… being a woman in the Navy, let alone being a gay woman in the Navy. We’ve never talked about that kind of stuff before, I don’t really know what everyone’s views on that are. My parents struggled with it when I came out to them and it’s been an issue in the past at my other stations and I guess I just didn’t want to deal with the fallout again,” she shrugged.

“If it helps, I really don’t think anyone here would have a problem with it,” he said, and she lifted her attention from her glass to look at him questioningly. “I know we’ve never talked about it but… I can’t see anyone on the squad treating you differently because of it. I think they might be a little shocked, but that’s mainly because of how you banter with Hangman, everyone kind of thinks you two might be a thing on the down low-”

“Wait, what?” She cut him off and his eyes widened.

“You guys just have this like… thing, you’re very competitive and playfully mean to each other, I guess some of the squad just assumed it was because you were a thing,” he explained and she chuckled as she shook her head. “But once they get over the shock of being wrong, I think they’d be happy for you.”

“I just don’t know what I’d do if it doesn’t go that way. I’ve tried to get to a place where I don’t care if people aren’t accepting but… I’m just not there yet,” she sighed.

“I understand… I mean, as well as I can understand. It can’t be easy but you shouldn’t have to hide who you are, and I can at least speak for myself when I say I’m really happy for you… but I really think they’d like to meet her, they’re probably going to figure it out anyways because they all want to know what has you slipping out early every night. Whatever you decide, I’m in your corner… if you don’t want to, your secret’s safe with me,” he said, giving her a soft smile and a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before he rejoined the group to leave her alone with her thoughts. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to introduce you to them, she really did… she’d told you everything she knew about each of them and you’d expressed your interest in tagging along one night but were understanding when she said she wasn’t ready for that yet.

If she had it her way she’d be screaming from the rooftops how in love with you she was… she’d invite the squad over so they could try your amazing cooking, and you’d be by her side every Friday night but there was truly no way to know how everyone else would feel until she came clean, and that idea absolutely terrified her.

“Hey honey, I’m home!” Phoenix called out as you heard her keys rattle against the dish on the entryway table and you padded down the hallway to greet her with a warm smile.

“Hey Nat, how was work today?” you asked, giving her a sweet peck on her lips before watching her pull her boots off and you immediately noticed the slump in her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the couch, “Bob found out about us.”

“Yeah? What’d he say?” you asked as the two of you sat beside each other and you instantly pulled her legs over your lap.

“He was really supportive, he said I should tell everyone else,” she sighed.

“How do you feel about that? Are you ready?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know… once I open that can of worms it’s not like I can stuff it back in,” she said and you nodded, your thumb rubbing reassuring circles against her uniform-clad thigh. “It’s not that I don’t want to… I don’t want you to think for a minute it’s because I want to hide you, I just don’t want it to blow up in my face.”

“I never thought that sweetheart,” you said with a reassuring smile. “I know it’s hard, and I know you’ve been burned before in previous squads but you speak so highly of them… from what I’ve heard they all sound like really great people and I think it would be good to finally clue them in,” you said. “You know I’m okay either way, it’s at your pace, Nat… but this has been stressing you out ever since you got permanently stationed here, and they are probably going to find out sooner or later… I think you might feel better if you get to control the conversation instead of more people piecing it together like Bob did.” She knew you were right… you always were, it really was only a matter of time. Sure, Bob was the most observant of everyone else so she couldn’t be surprised he was the first one to piece it together but it’s not like her squad was stupid. “It’s up to you, but I think you should get it over with. Just rip off the bandaid and whatever happens we’ll deal with it together just like we always do.”

She gave you a soft smile, the first real one of the evening as she looked at you with nothing but love in her eyes, “what do you think about meeting me at The Hard Deck after work next week?”

“I think that’s a really great idea,” you answered, leaning in to press your lips to hers.

“I really love you, you know that?” she asked and you nodded with a chuckle.

“I know, I love you too.”

The entire week leading up to their usual hangout at the bar had Phoenix on edge… logically she knew you and Bob were right, but she just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep in her bones as the day creeped closer and closer. She didn’t want to call it off (though she’d thought about it a dozen times), she had to stick with it and follow through otherwise she never would and as she stood around the pool table with the rest of the boys she honestly felt like she might throw up.

“You good, Nix?” Hangman asked, looking her over curiously, “worried I’m going to kick your ass again?” He gestured over to the pool table and she just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean by again, you’ve never beaten me,” she replied and he scoffed. “Revisionist history, I see how it is,” he teased and when the bar door swung open she whipped her head around to see you walking in looking as beautiful as ever… you were wearing her favorite dress of yours, a simple little wrap dress that really brought out your eyes and she couldn’t help the smile that overtook her face but no one around her could notice as they all stared at you too.

“Damn, she is gorgeous,” Rooster said, eyes tracking you as you scanned the bar and Hangman just shoved his shoulder.

“In your dreams, Chicken, watch how the professionals do it,” he said, straightening his posture as he started to move towards you but he stopped in his tracks when recognition flashed over your face and watched as you walked directly towards their group. You gave her a bright smile, not standing too close and waiting to see how she wanted to proceed… you didn’t want to toss her into the deep end by planting a kiss on those lips you loved so much (despite how you really wanted to) and you watched as she laughed nervously, grabbing your hand as she introduced you.

“This is my girlfriend,” she said, squeezing your hand and waiting for everyone’s reaction and you watched the variety of emotions that passed over their faces before they all seemed to put the pieces together in their heads and soon they were giving you big smiles and extending their hands as they told you their callsigns.

“Well, I see why she’s been hiding you away… you are beautiful,” Bob said with a genuine smile and you chuckled as you shook his hand.

“How long have you two been together?” Rooster asked and Phoenix shifted her weight nervously.

“A few years,” she answered and you bit back a smile at their shocked expressions.

“Years? Nix, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Hangman asked, and you thought the concern in his voice was out of character for him… well, as much as you knew about his character from what she had told you.

“I uh.. Well, I didn’t know how you guys would react,” she said honestly with a shrug and you saw the understanding pass over their features.

“Phoenix…” Rooster said, giving her a sad look before wrapping an arm around her. “I’m sorry if anyone ever gave you the impression you couldn’t tell us,” he said and she shook her head.

“No one did… it’s just, not necessarily a well-recepted thing in the Navy even though times are changing.” she replied.

“Well I speak for everyone when I say the squad just gained its newest member… and if anyone has a problem with that I will not-so-kindly throw you overboard,” Hangman said as he slung an arm over your shoulders. “You and I have much to catch up on, I want all the details,” he said and you chuckled as you walked down to the bar with him. You knew Phoenix would have nothing to worry about, you could tell from your after-work conversations she immensely respected all of them (even Hangman) and after meeting them you honestly felt like she might have been selling them short all this time. The way they welcomed you with open arms had your chest feeling warm and you could just tell it was all genuine as Hangman started talking your ear off and ordering you a beer.

You’d been passed around from person to person all night, barely getting a moment alone with your girlfriend but that was fine with you… you knew the novelty of a new person hanging around would wear off and they were all just excited to get to know you.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” you asked when Fanboy finally relinquished you from the very intense discussion you’d both had about Star Wars. You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into you, smiling softly as she melted against you.

“Good. So good, you were right… I should have gotten this over with sooner. I love seeing you with them,” she said and you pressed a kiss to her lips.

“And I love getting to know them. It doesn’t matter if I was right, you needed to do this when you were ready to,” you said and she just beamed at you before pulling you back in and kissing you passionately… earning some whistles and cheers from her friends and making your cheeks burn.

“I love you so damn much, you know that?” she asked and you nodded as you giggled.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too,” you said, pecking her lips once more before dragging her over to the dartboard where Hangman had all but promised to take it easy on you (you didn’t believe him one bit). Phoenix had found her family, and you were so grateful to now be a part of that.

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bonitanightmxres · 1 year

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I Know || NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

PAIRING: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!reader

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

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

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

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

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

Not the way you do now.

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

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

“What?”

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

You scoff, “Yeah, right. Am not.”

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

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

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

FUCK.

“Wait a minute, I-”

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

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

Oh god.

—

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

Now, he decided, that was about to change.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

No, no you weren’t.

Alright, fuck it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Top Gun Masterlist

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Flirting For Dummies (Finished Series | Mature l 8.3K)

Turns out the crush you have on one of the pilots that frequents the Hard Deck isn’t quite so unrequited. You’re just bad at recognizing when someone’s flirting with you. Good thing Jake’s happy to help you understand how interested he really is.

Intoxicated (Explicit | 3.3K)

A drunken confession to your best friend leads to more than you expected.

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes (Explicit | 950)

You give Hangman a special memory in the Top Gun rec room on the eve of his graduation.

If You Can’t Take the Heat (Explicit | 935) You mouth off at the Hard Deck and Jake reminds you who’s really in charge.

Lose Control (Explicit | 1K)

You’re determined to make Jake lose control.

Sweet Surrender (Explicit | 2.1K)

Jake’s given and taken orders a hundred times throughout his career but nothing compares to the moment he realizes you liked it.

Dating Jake Seresin Musings (Mature)

Hangman's Thick Fingers (Explicit)

Orgasm Denial Kink with Jake (Explicit)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

A Lesson in Patience (Explicit l 1.4K)

Your boyfriend wants to try something new.

Take a Seat (Explicit | 845)

Rooster invites you to take a seat on his face.

His Goofy Girl (Gen | 630)

You have an entertaining reaction to the anesthesia used for your wisdom tooth extraction, much to Rooster ‘s amusement and embarrassment.

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Eager to Please (Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request.

Catch a Fallen Star (Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He's the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

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The day Bob earns his call sign

A night of absolute devotion and attention with Bob

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace + Robert “Bob” Floyd

All The Right Moves (Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital.

Follow the Leader (Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw + Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Friendly Competition (Ongoing Series | Explicit | 2.8K)

Rooster and Hangman’s competition for your attention reaches a new level.

Sometimes All I Need Is You (Gen | 1.6K)

Hangman and Rooster comfort you after a difficult day.

Night Drive (Explicit | 867)

Your reunion with Rooster gets interrupted by Hangman.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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Ghost of you

Pairings: Natasha Trace x female reader. Synopsis: Natasha loved you, that’s why she let you go. Warnings: mentions of break ups, heart break, alcohol, depression Thank you @callsign-phoenix for proofreading Thank you @rv-ca for your lovely request ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Natasha watched you cross the bar with all the grace and elegance you had always had. The baby blue summer dress flowed effortlessly around your thighs as your hips swayed, your hair flicked carelessly over your shoulder as you laughed at another one of ‘his’ jokes. The setting sun cast an orange glow over your skin, creating a radiance around you like an invisible halo. Natasha knew she shouldn't have come, she’d told herself she’d wanted a drink, but her neat whiskey was long since forgotten in front of her, barely touched and she certainly wouldn’t finish it. She never knew why she had felt so drawn to you, even in the beginning it had never made sense, an invisible string seemed to pull her and despite her best efforts to fight it off her feelings only grew stronger, and the grip you had on her strengthened to the point of no return.

You looked happy, back arching and head thrown back as you laughed at another one of ‘his’ jokes, calling him ‘baby’ and wrapping your hand around his bicep. Natasha couldn’t help but grimace at the stunning engagement ring that adorned your long fingers. So that was it. It was finally over. Natasha knew she’d ruined any chance she’d ever had with you, but in the back of her mind there was always a small glimmer of hope that maybe, one day you’d come back to her.

The bar filled up quickly with the evening rush, crowds of aviators filling in to grab a quick drink or a game of pool to end their day. Natasha watched as her friends stumbled through the door, all joking and smiling jovially. Bradley was the last to come in but he noticed her first, waving casually in her direction. Natasha raised her hand in response before looking back down at their drink, the golden brown liquid swirled in small waves around the bottom of the glass, cascading up and down the sides but never reaching the rim. In that moment Natasha could understand how people drowned their sorrows. She’d never been someone who necessarily enjoyed getting drunk, but the thought of being so paralytic that she just couldn’t remember seemed pretty inviting.

It had been over a year since your break up and while you had moved on, even if it was a little too quickly for Natasha’s liking, she was glad things had worked out for you.

Natasha had never meant to break your heart, it was far from intentional when she’d walked away. She’d left to protect you because she loved you so she let you go. But how could you explain that to someone you love? ‘It’s not you it’s me’ never goes down well.

A hand being placed against her shoulder caused Natasha to shoot bolt upright, followed by a familiar chuckle.

“Easy there Phoenix, you’re a little jumpy, aren’t you?” Bradley took a seat on the bar beside you, a beer in one hand while his fingers danced across the top of the bar like he was playing the keys of a piano.

“What do you want, Bradshaw?” Natasha’s voice was laced with venom and a little harsher than she had meant to sound, but Braldey looked unfazed. His eyes narrowed, causing the crow feet to crease slightly, and his mouth opened as if he went to say something else before stopping himself half way and gulping for air like a fish.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha hurried, throning to face her friend properly and taking his hands into hers, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” Braldey replied nonchalantly, turning his head away to access the rest of the bar.

“So what are you doing here, because I thought you’d planned a quiet night in?” Braldey knew of course he wasn’t an idiot, he was probably the reason why half the team turned up at the bar on a week night and Natasha made a mental note to thank the others later.

“I just wanted a drink,” Natasha placed the glass to her lips, flicking her neck backwards and downing the whiskey like a shot. If she’d have thrown her head back any faster she’d have had whiplash and combined with the burning sensation building in her throat, the tears began to build in the corner of her eyes.

“You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you? I know you better than that, Nat.” He did, of course he did, and despite Natasha’s best efforts she couldn’t stop the tears that brimmed in your eyes and slipped down her cheeks, leaving streaks over her soft flesh. She had known Bradley even longer than she had known you, and he probably knew her better than her own parents. The only problem was you knew Natasha well too, you knew her likes and dislikes, her unusual habits, the way she liked her eggs turned over and how she hated making the bed. Natasha had opened herself up to you more than she had ever realised and she couldn’t handle it. So she walked away. It had hurt like hell, but she’d walked and she’d regretted it every day since. She couldn’t even remember the amount of times she’d driven by your house on autopilot, always wanting to stop and knock on your door to bed for forgiveness. But she was stubborn, too stubborn for her own good some would say, so she never did stop. Instead she chose a life of solitude so there was no one to mourn her when she burnt in, no one to accept the flag at her funeral and cry over her coffin. She’d hated herself for hurting you, but she would have hated herself more if she’d hurt you in that way. Death was too final, at least this way she had said goodbye.

You were swaying beside the jukebox with your fiancé when you spotted Nat. Her eyes were sunken, hair greasy and she had a tight lipped smile as she spoke to Bradley. Your heart dropped. You hadn’t seen her since her outburst, since she’d broken your heart in the middle of the bar and told you she didn’t love you. It had hurt for a long time and even now the dull ache still remained in your chest as a constant reminder. You watched as she stood, walking towards the door with Bradley following close behind, his hand resting on her back to steady her. You wanted to follow them, to reach out to her but you didn’t, you just watched as the woman you loved vanished into thin air.

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marie-swriting · 9 months

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New Future - Natasha Trace

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

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

Word count : 2.3k

French version

Song inspiration : It'll Be Okay by Shawn Mendes

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

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

“Get a room !” Hangman exclaims with humour.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna get the drill, then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have the information for my next deployment.”

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

“I… I have to leave in three weeks.”

“You just came back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wanted to talk to you, too.”

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

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

“What ?”

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

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

“I love you more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.” you sigh.

“You don’t have to apologise.”

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

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

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

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

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pancakes for dinner (n.'p'.t)

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader summary: spending your last night before deployment with the girl you love the most in the world. (loosely) inspired by: 'pancakes for dinner' by lizzy mcalpine word count: 1k trigger warnings: angst, bittersweet goodbyes, mentions of long-distance relationship a/n: i wrote this in like an hour so i apologise if it's not that amazing, however i still think it's pretty neat so :) (also i'm sorry if this isn't 10000% accurate, i know almost nothing abt the navy or how deployment actually works- this is just fanfic anyways so)

The quiet of your kitchen in the dim hours of the night engulfes your peaceful moment. It swallows the atmosphere whole until there’s nothing but you and her, like the world is at a stand still and now, only you two exist in it.

“M’gonna miss you,” she whispers, words mumbled into the crook of your neck, her lips brushing your collar bone.

Your heart breaks a little at her melancholy words, your hand pulling her waist a little closer as you lean further against the kitchen bench.

“I know.” you answer, watching as Natasha’s dark brown eyes flick up to yours, “but I love you so much, Tasha.” Your other hand cups her cheek, thumb tracing her cheekbone.

I think that I should probably tell you this In case there is an accident And I never see you again

“I’m scared.” she confesses, pulling her body back enough that she’s eye level with you, her face is still close enough that you can feel her soft breathing on your skin, and her hands are still resting perfectly on your hips.

“Of what?” You ask, eyes searching hers for the answers.

“Of losing you.”

You shake your head pensivey, “You’re not going to lose me.” The words leave your lips as the softest of whispers, “I swear you won’t.” A beat passes and your eyes flick down to her lips before you press yours softly against hers. “I promise.”

But this plane might not land safely So, what the hell do I have to lose If I just tell you?

As you stroke her hair, swaying her body with yours slowly you remind her, “I love you.”

“I know.”

“So will you dance with me?”

She smiles at you then, full and bittersweet, eyes full of her undying adoration for you, “of course.”

So you take her hand, swaying her body to the non-existent music as you dance delicately around your kitchen. Softly spinning her as she lets out laughs and giggles, making you grin widely in turn, helping you forget about the painful task of leaving her when morning comes. You’re going to miss these moments, you realise. It was always obvious that you would eventually be deployed and be forced to take almost a year away from the girl you loved the most, the one person who made you so unbearable happy you ached for her love. But it came with the job, and you loved this job too. But yet, as you spent your final night together with her in your arms, you had never felt an ache so terrible and worth regretting before.

She changes pace of the dance, taking your hand and spinning you around instead, conjuring a soft laugh from within you. Natasha slows your dancing until you're simply swaying with her body. She rests her forehead against yours, her rich brown eyes which you loved dearly looked deep into your own. You feel yourself starting to melt in her arms.

“When you get back,” she starts, “we’re having pancakes…. For dinner.”

Your eyebrow perks up in amusement, “For dinner?”

“Yeah.”

You hum, “I like that.”

“And we can rewatch that stupid tv show you like, the one about the aliens?”

You let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back, “but you hate it!”

Natasha giggles too, “yeah I do, but I love you.”

Her fingers dance their way up your body as you speak your thoughts out loud, “I’ll take you on a nice date, to a fancy restaurant.”

“You know I don’t want all that fancy stuff.” she replies, gaze unwavering as she slips her arms around your neck. You take your chance to hoist her up onto the kitchen island. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer in the process.

“Let me spoil you for once.”

She shakes her head, but it’s impossible to miss the sweet smile adorning her features. “I wish you could stay,” she whispers softly.

Both of you know full well that you can’t, that you don’t even have a choice. But you want her to understand how much you’re going to miss her, how much you love her, that you need her. So instead, you tangle your fingers in her hair, before wrapping your hand around the back of her neck softly and pulling her closer, in for another kiss. It’s as if the room falls away from you this time. You pour yourself into it, everything you feel for the girl you love. All the aching, the deep rooted love that felt like it could never falter. She’s all you want, nothing but her and her cherry flavoured lips, her soft breath and the feel of her smile against yours.

Well, maybe I won't ever say what's in my head No, I won't have to say anything You'll say it instead.

When she pulls away, she’s completely out of breath, chest heaving with however much time you had spent kissing her. It could’ve been a minute, or an hour, but you could never tell when you were enamoured in her.

Natasha lets out a soft yawn, and you feel her body relax more into your arms.

“Tired?” you mumble into her soft hair, and you feel her nod in response. So you pick her up, sliding your arm beneath her legs and carrying her into your bedroom, setting her down softly on the mattress as you follow suit. She tangles her legs between yours, intertwining your bodies until you don’t know where yours ends and she starts.

She presses her head further into the warmth of your body, resting against your chest peacefully as you hold her body tighter. “I love you,” she reminds you again, for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

You run your hand across her cheek, memorising the feeling of her skin against yours. And for now, you told yourself you’d ignore the growing ache in your chest, letting your eyes fall shut as you focused on the soft breathing of your sweet girl sleeping beside you. “I love you more.”

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Tug at the Heart Strings

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Pilot!fem!reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd, Pilot!fem!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin (they go out once but are friends)

Characters: Pilot!fem!reader, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Doris (the sweet old lady next door), Henry (Doris’ “friend”), Diane (the nurse)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, happy ending, cursing, flirting, Jake and Javy don’t realize they made innuendos about the gym (no regrets), Javy shouts something he shouldn’t have (still talking about the gym), drinking, drinking and driving (big no no), heartbreak, tears, drama, friends fighting, close call with death, Rooster and Coyote activate their big brother modes

Word Count: 10,553

*Reader’s callsign is Blue

Requested on Ao3: Can you please do another Phoenix/reader/Bob, where Phoenix and Bob like the reader, but the reader is oblivious. Then Hangman is trying to steal the reader from them, hence a lot of tension. But in the end Phoenix and Bob win. Thank you so much :D And they’re scared of being rejected, forgot to add that

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You turn around to pick up your noisy phone off the edge of your bed. You regret putting the sound on.

Princess Phoenix calling… Answer □ Decline □

You smile, shaking your head at your previous (absurd) thought. “Hey, Natasha. What’s up?” You put her on speaker, setting your phone back on the bed as you look for a shirt in your closet.

She sighs, “I’ve told you, call me Nat.”

“I know,” you pout, “but you have such a pretty name.” You imagine a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“I guess I should say thank you then.”

“I think that would be appreciated,” you joke.

A faint whisper comes through, you know it’s Bob talking to her.

“Uh- hang on.” She puts herself on mute.

“Okay,” you whisper, figuring that neither one of the two are listening, too engrossed in their conversation.

“What is it?” She asks, watching Bob struggle with the buttons of his shirt.

“Are you-”

She shakes her head, “no, I’m not going to ask her over the phone.” She steps in front of him, buttoning his shirt for him. “Besides we don’t even know if she likes us and I’m not going to put us through that mess and potential heartbreak. If she likes us then- she- we can-”

He watches her become flustered and wipes her hands on his pecks, straightening his shirt. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I- uh- I was going to ask if you were going to get dressed soon,” his voice lowers down an octave, he whispers, “you’re still in your towel. It’s been an hour since you took a shower.”

She removes her hands off him, “oh.” She looks down to see he was right, she’s still in her towel. She nods, gulping, “I’ll start getting ready now.”

Bob adjusts his pants, zipping up his fly.

Natasha tries to go to the bathroom when Bob stops her. “You’re still on the phone with her.”

“Crap!” She runs back to her phone, pressing the unmute button, “are you still there?”

You let out a quick scream, throwing your arm out to catch yourself before you fall over.

Natasha raises a brow, glancing over at Bob who’s picking out a pair of socks for the two of them.

He turns around at the sound of your scream.

The two raise a brow, concerned about you. “Are you… okay?”

You huff, pulling up your jeans, adjusting your pant legs, “yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I was- oh crap- I’m trying to pull on,” you grunt, “my jeans and I forgot we were on the phone.”

“Oh.” They zone out for a second, imaging you in a more… romantic and sultry scenario.

You pull up your zipper, sighing in relief. “Yeah, sorry. Uh- why you call?”

She clears her throat, shaking her head, ridding her mind of any inappropriate thoughts she just had. She stands in front of hers and Bob’s shared closet. “I wanted to see if you wanted Bob and I to pick you up?” She grabs the outfit left hanging the closet, courtesy of Bob.

“I think Jake’s picking me up.” Natasha bites her tongue with a clenched jaw. She turns around, tossing her clothes on the bed.

He gestures for her to keep talking.

“Bagman’s picking you up?”

You nod, grabbing your purse, “yeah. He doesn’t live too far from here and thought it would save me from gas if we carpooled.”

“He said he wanted you to save gas? He actually said that?”

“Yeah… Should I have said no?” You ask, confused by her weird behavior.

Bob takes the phone out of her grasp, “no, no that’s- that’s nice of him.”

“Hi, Billy Bob,” you greet him with a smile.

He chuckles, “hey, pretty girl.”

“What happened to Natasha?” He turns, glancing over at the half-closed bathroom door, knowing she’s annoyed.

“She’s- uh- she still has to get ready.”

“Oh, right.” Your phone dings, “hang on.” You pull your phone away from your ear, checking to see who’s texting you, it’s Jake.

Toothpick Punk

“Five-minute warning” 5:24pm Sent. Read.

“Ah, crap.” You bring your phone back to your ear, “hey, I gotta go. Jake’s almost here.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Bye, I’ll see you two soon, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll see you soon pretty girl.”

He sets her phone on the dresser before heading towards the bathroom. He pushes open the door, leaning against the doorway, watching her.

“Is she on her way to the bar?” Natasha asks, spraying on her perfume (gifted to her by you on her birthday a few months ago).

Bob shrugs, “I assume so, she said he’s on his way to her place.”

She grinds her teeth, preventing herself from saying anything bad about Jake.

The WSO sighs, walking behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “At least we know she’ll get there safely.”

She scoffs, “she’s gonna be in a car with Bagman. All he’s gonna do is flirt with her on the way there.”

“Yes, but she won’t know he is.”

“You can’t think she’s that oblivious to his flirting.”

He rests his chin on her shoulder, staring at her in the mirror, “she doesn’t seem to notice when we do it.”

“You mean when I do it.”

He averts his gaze, finding the sink to be more interesting. “I- I flirt.”

She raises a brow.

“I try, at least,” he mumbles.

She doesn’t say anything.

“Okay, I want to flirt but I end up saying the opposite of what I think.”

She reaches up, patting his warm cheek, “it’s okay. It’s cute.” She pecks his cheek, removing his hands from her waist.

He walks out of the room, searching for his shoes.

Natasha finishes what she needs to do in the bathroom and walks out as he slips his shoes on.

“Were you half-dressed the whole time?”

She chuckles, shaking her head, “you just now noticed? Now you’re wondering how much time we have left, huh?”

“N- no,” he denies.

“You’re such a liar.”

“I’m not.”

“Really? Tell that to the bulge in your pants.”

He mutters something under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.

You lock your front door and jog towards the car, knowing Jake would pull away if you didn’t make it to the car on time.

You’ll never forget when he did that when he picked you up for everyone’s birthday (except for Bradley, Jake, Natasha, Bob, and Javy because you drove them).

The door opens. You slip in, closing the door as Jake greets you.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You buckle your seatbelt, “hi!” You glance back over your shoulder, “Hey Javy.”

He leans forward, resting his chin on the part of the seat near your shoulder, “hey, sweetheart.”

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. That’s my nickname for her. Find your own.”

“Find your own,” Javy mimics as he leans back into the seat.

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter.

And now you’re on your way to the Hard Deck.

Jakes fills the silence, “You find that funny, don’t you sweetheart.”

You snort through your nose, “shut up.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I think everyone would.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Javy shakes his head and opens the message app on his phone to text Jake.

Big Bad Coyote

“You sound like an idiot” 5:32pm Sent. Read.

Big Bad Coyote typing…

“She doesn’t” Deleted. “You don’t” Deleted.

Javy shakes his head knowing none of this will end well when Jake talks to you later. All he can do right now, is hope no one gets hurt… too bad. He knows there’s a high possibility that something’s gonna happen, he prays it won’t affect the relationships that have been made, platonic and not. He smiles, listening to your banter, it took the two a while, but they finally got you to open up and it’s been great.

You don’t wait for either of the men to open the car door for you, much to the blond toothpick lover’s annoyance.

“How many times have I told you to wait for someone to open the door for you?”

“And how many times have I replied with a “I’m a big girl who can open a door that clearly gets too impatient to wait on your ass”? Huh?”

He takes large strides, wanting to get closer to you as fast as he could. His eyebrows rise closer to his hairline in confusion, “that’s the first time you’ve said that.”

You nod, realizing that this is the case. “Yeah, well, now you know.”

Another car door slams shut.

“Don’t you walk away from me.”

“I can’t hear you,” you say before swinging the front door of the bar open.

“Hurry up.”

“I can only move so fast,” Javy complains to Jake.

“Well, then move faster.”

“I would if you didn’t make me do more than I could handle yesterday. My thighs and ass are sore man.” “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

“That’s because I didn’t realize how bad it was gonna be later.”

Jake rolls his eyes, locking his car.

“Don’t you walk away from me. My ass is on fire because of you!” Javy shouts the last part as the blond opened the door.

Half of the customers in the bar turn to see what’s going on.

Jake turns to Javy with a clenched jaw.

The latter snickers when he realized what he did, he pushes past his friend.

“Hey, you guys,” you greet Callie, Logan, and Brigham, setting down the drinks you got onto your usual table.

The three wave back, saying their “hello’s” and return to their game of darts.

The two finally make it over to you (after passing through a crowd of whistler’s),

Jake immediately snatches a beer off the table.

“So, are you two,” you cover your mouth as you snicker, “lovers on the down low?”

The blond had barely swallowed his first sip as he glares at you.

You bump your elbow with Javy’s.

“Yeah, and my name is Theodore K. Mullins and Jake is my lover on the down low.”

“I didn’t come here early just to hear you two fangirl and quote “New Girl”.”

You roll your eyes, “whatever.” You interlock your arm with Javy’s, “c’mon.”

“Now where are you two going?” Jake asks.

“We’re going to play pool before you get too cocky and steal the cue stick from people.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Liar. You do it to Billy Bob all the time.”

He scoffs, shaking his head trying to deny the truth.

Javy’s lips tug upwards, he turns, looking over his shoulder to give Jake a confident smirk before turning back to you. “I think I’m the one who should be worried. You forget, I’ve seen you trick people.”

You shake your head with a quiet scoff, “I don’t trick people. I win bets, those who play against me never ask if I’m good or not, they just assume. So, I win and that seems to shut them right up.”

He shakes his head, racking up the pool balls.

You take the cue stick from Jake, who smiles. “Thanks.”

“Where’s mine?” Javy asks.

The man closest to you turns with a frown and furrowed brows, “get your own.”

“Oh, c’mon.”

You don’t notice when another one of your friends (and fellow pilot) enters the bar, watching the three of you (specifically the way Bagman is being all sweet on you).

He pulls out his phone, dialing his best friend’s number.

Natasha and Bob are barely getting into their car when her phone starts buzzing. She holds her phone up to see it’s Rooster calling.

Bob answers, holding the phone to put him on speaker.

“Are you guys on your way?”

“Yeah, I’m pulling out now,” Natasha answers him.

“You better hurry.”

“Why?”

“Bagman is trying to flirt with your girl.”

Bob lowers his gaze, checking his own phone to distract him from what he hears.

She clenches her jaw. “Who?”

“We’re playing that game tonight. Seriously? I already know how you two feel about her, stop denying it.”

“I’m,” she sighs, “is she flirting back?”

“Does she flirt back when you do it to her?”

“No, but-”

“But nothing! She likes you, she just- she sucks at understanding when someone flirts with her.” She smirks (already knowing the story because you’ve told her), “why do you sound like you know from experience?”

“… it was different. I did it for you guys.”

“Sure, you did.”

“I was trying to figure out what made you two like her so much.”

“And did you?”

“Kind of. She’s kicking Javy’s ass at pool right now. Oh,” he groans.

“What?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Is Bagman staring her ass?”

“… no?”

“We’re almost there.” She tells Bob to hang up.

You pull your phone out of your back pocket, curious to see if anyone texted you and to keep you from getting bored.

Whenever you get closer towards the end of a game with Javy, he takes (what feels like hours) to take his shot.

You turn on your phone and smile.

Billy Bob

We’re on our way there. Save us a game? 6:05pm Sent. Read.

Pretty Girl

Always. I expect to see YOU play tonight 6:05pm Sent. Read.

Billy Bob

As long as no one takes the cue from me 6:06pm Sent. Read.

Pretty Girl

Don’t worry about that *insert winky face here* 6:07pm Sent. Read.

He chuckles, shaking his head, turning off his phone.

“What was that?” Natasha asks with a playful tone.

“Nothing.”

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to play a game of pool tonight.”

“That sounds like it could be fun.”

“If I don’t get the cue stick taken away.”

“That won’t happen.”

He glances over at her with a raised brow, “what did you do?”

“Wha- me!? I didn’t do anything. I’m just saying, if she wants you to play, she will. She can be very persuasive when she wants to be.”

“I see the new “it” couple has arrived.”

You perk up at Javy’s words, tilting your head to see past his bicep as Bob and Natasha barely entering the bar. You look up seeing him watching them walk towards you guys and smirk, using this distraction to your advantage, sinking the eight ball into the corner pocket, “ha ha! Suck it, Javy.”

He turns around and raises his arms up, “woah, woah. I have been nothing but nice.”

Too into your head about your victory you don’t notice when Natasha shoves her shoulder into Jake’s as she and Bob pass him.

“You’re such a liar,” Natasha says, resting her hand on your lower back.

Javy nods, “you’re right.”

You two share a smile that holds no tension.

Now this is why you like hanging out with Javy, you two can be as competitive as you want but it’s all in good fun, there’s no real competition.

You lean into her side ever so slightly.

She leans down, whispering, “I see you’ve been winning all on your own.”

“Am I? I didn’t notice.”

“You’ve got one too many tricks up your sleeve, huh?”

You shake your head, “I wouldn’t call them tricks.”

She tilts her head, a hint of amusement twinkles in her expression, “then what would you call them?”

You turn to Bob, “what would you say I’m doing? Am I tricking people?”

“I don’t want to pick sides.”

“You wouldn’t be picking sides.”

“I’m gonna go get a few more drinks. I’ll be back.”

You pout.

“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Of course, you’d worry about that, Bagman,” Natasha sneers.

He raises his arms in a defensive manner, “I’m just saying. Don’t you to lose your pretty looks, sweetheart,” he winks at you.

“Really, Jake?” You give him a deadpan expression.

You don’t notice but when you said his name, the gorgeous woman behind you slides her hand along your lower back to rest her hand on your hip as she pushes herself against you, not too much for you to look back though.

Bob returns, setting the drinks and his peanuts down on the table. He turns to find the tension between Natasha and Jake increased in the short time he was gone.

“Let’s play,” Jake says with a smirk.

“You’re on.”

You hand Natasha the cue stick you were using before you step out of their way.

Bob comes to your rescue and guides you over to where he’s sitting.

“Thanks.”

He smiles, “it was nothing.”

“Have you watched anymore?”

He shakes his head, “I’m trying.”

“Where’d you stop at?”

He scratches the back of his head, “I’m still on season one but- uh- I think it was episode twelve?”

“Okay, perfect.” You take your phone out of your back pocket and take the stool out of Bob’s grasp, setting it closer to him. “Come closer. We’re watching it now.”

“How?”

“I downloaded the first season. When I told you and Natasha about it, I found myself wanting to watch “New Girl” again.” You wrap a napkin around his soda before setting your phone against it. You turn to ask, “you ready?”

He looks into your eyes, finding himself getting lost in them, the same way he does when he looks at his girlfriend.

“Bob?”

He blinks, once, twice, “yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m ready.”

You smile while pressing play, “good. This one is a funny one.”

Natasha is quick to end the game with Jake, obviously winning. She smirks, walking behind him to hand Javy the cue stick. “How’s it feel to lose to a woman?”

“I don’t know,” he places a toothpick in mouth, “tell me when you find one.”

She squints her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She turns around, looking for her boyfriend only to find the two of you cuddled beside one another.

The sight warms her heart and makes her forget about the insecurities she and Bob share when they think about asking you out, just the thought of you rejecting them is- it tears them down and puts them in a slump.

She sets the cue stick on the pool table, stepping towards the two of you when the blond, toothpick punk beats her to you.

Jake leans in, resting his hand on your back. “Can I talk to you?”

You pause the show, exiting the app so you can turn off your phone. You turn in your seat, your knee nudges his hip, “yeah, sure.”

“Come with me,” he holds your hand, pulling you away from WSO.

You quickly turn your head to Bob, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He nods, his small smile turns into a pout as you get dragged outside.

Natasha takes the seat you previously occupied, “what was that about?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do either of you know what that was about?” Bradley asks, sitting in front of the two of them, taking a sip of his beer.

She turns to look at him with a raised brow, “why do you sound like you know something?”

He stops, slowly lowering his drink from his mouth. He nervously licks his lips once, “uh- why- uh- why would you say that?”

“You do know something. What is it?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“What are you gossiping hens talking about?” Reuben asks.

“Funny,” Bradley mumbles, looking down at the suddenly interesting table.

“Rooster, here, was just about to tell us why Bagman dragged Blue out of here?”

“You don’t think it has anything to do with their date, do you?”

The couple don’t move for a few seconds.

“Their what?” she asks.

“I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything,” Reuben says, noticing the looks on their faces.

“You think?” Bradley adds.

“They went on a date?” Bob asks with a sad tone and a frown.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him, staring at the ocean before glancing over at him.

He sighs, you can see the way his shoulders sag.

“Are you okay?” You place your hand on his bicep.

Jake stares at you and leans in.

Your heartbeat speeds up, you start panicking internally. You shove his shoulders.

He jumps, taking a step back, not at all expecting this to be your reaction. “What just happened?”

You open your mouth to respond but find yourself tongue tied.

“I thought last night went well. Did you not-”

“I’m sorry!” Your eyes widen, you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from shouting out another response.

“I feel like I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, no you were- it was- God, why is this so hard? I mean I had fun. I did have a nice time, it was… different.”

“But?”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“What doesn’t feel right?”

You cover your face, let out a quiet whine, “I don’t know.”

He won’t admit it (out loud) but, he doesn’t like the sight of you crying or losing your mind- whatever is going on with you, he doesn’t like it, end of story. Jakes takes a step forward, carefully reaching for you, bringing your hands down away from your face. He offers you a small anxious smile, “hey there.” He cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

You look into his eyes; this really doesn’t feel right. You take a deep breath.

He leans down, closing his eyes, moving his head closer to you.

You softly call out his name- his real name, not his call sign or the nickname’s you have for him; you’ve done this before but your tone this time isn’t something he ever wants to hear again.

He opens eyes, he knows what you’re going to tell him. He shakes his head, “don’t say it- just- don’t say it, sweetheart. I,” he sighs.

You blink faster than you normally due, trying to prevent the tears pooling in your waterline from falling. You take a deep breath.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Keep breathing like that, okay?”

You shake your head when you think of them, you don’t like that he called you by this nickname.

He rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. “Please,” he begs.

“I can’t- I can’t do this to you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t string you along and give you hope that I like you and want to keep going out with you. It’s not right. I would rather I hurt you with the truth than kiss you with a lie.”

You feel horrible. You close your eyes, tears trickle down your cheeks, landing on his thumbs.

Even though you’re hurting him, he’s still willing to help you and wipes away your tears.

You reluctantly open your eyes and sniff your nose twice.

He’s crying too.

You reach up to remove his hands from your cheeks. “I can’t be with someone I don’t have feelings for, and I am not going to try and force myself into liking you. You shouldn’t have to be miserable in a loveless relationship.” You wipe his cheeks.

His eyes open wide, “it wouldn’t be loveless.”

You nod, resting your hand on his cheek, “it would be because I don’t love you and I don’t have feelings for you in a romantic way.”

There’s a fire in his eyes, he shoves your arm away from him as if your touch burned him; he angrily takes a step back. “Then why did you go out with me last night? Huh!” He runs a hand through his hair, “I mean, why did you- why would you go out with me when you know you feel nothing for me?”

Your lips quiver, you see more than one Jake. “I don’t know,” you cry out. “I don’t know, and I hate myself for it! I know I said I didn’t want to hurt you, but it looks like I did anyway!” You take a deep breath, sucking in as much air as you could with a snot filled nose, “I didn’t think.”

“That’s all you can say?! You didn’t think?”

“Stop yelling at me.”

“NO! You used me!”

“What? I didn’t-”

“Did you just go out with me so you wouldn’t be alone?”

“Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

“Why aren’t you being honest with me?!”

“Because I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t know why I say the wrong things and I don’t know why I agreed to go out with you. I don’t even know why you like me.” You stand still, realizing why you went out with him.

He huffs, turning away from you so he can walk in the direction of his car. He stops when you continue.

You snap your eyes shut, “I went out with you because I care about you, as a friend. I wanted to see you happy because you deserve to be happy, Jake. I know lying underneath that hard exterior you have, you’re a good guy and anyone would be lucky to see that. I just- I- I never realized that you were flirting with me every chance you got, and I never put two and two together on the fact that you like me. I never never wanted to hurt you.”

He nods, staring back at you with a clenched jaw, “yeah, well? Consider this an end to a friendship. I hope you’re happy and find someone just as selfish as you.”

Your mouth drops open. There’s nothing you can do except blink, staring mindlessly at the ground.

The back door opens, your quick to wipe your cheeks and step around to the other side, opposite of where Jake went.

You cover your mouth when your backs hit the wall. You pull your phone out of your pocket and slide down, taking deep breathes to hide the fact that you’re crying. Your body bounces when you sit, crossing your legs, feeling the need to curl up.

‘Someone just as selfish as you. Selfish as you. Selfish as you.’

‘Am I really?’

Bradley steps away from the, now, depressed couple. He sighs, this isn’t how he wanted anyone to spend their night. He catches something moving in the corner of his eyes, he turns his head finding Jake speed into the bar, the door slamming behind him.

He moves to the bar, a few women that had been ogling him earlier immediately flock to him. He doesn’t push them off and wraps his arms around the two but, there’s something missing.

Where the hell-

“I gotta go,” Bradley says, setting down his drink. He briskly walks outside, searching for you. He looks to the side, holding onto the wall as he searches for you in the dark.

The hard sniffles tell him he might be in the right area.

He steps past the corner, squatting beside you. His lips thin, he sighs, reaching for you.

You let out a quiet scream, smacking his shoulder.

He falls and your quick to spit out your apologies.

“Oh, man. I’m sorry, Bradley.”

He pushes himself up with a chuckle, wiping his shoulders, he sits beside you.

You scoot closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You wanna go home?”

You nod, “but, I don’t have my keys.”

“Never fear, Bradley is here.”

You let out a quiet snort.

He pushes himself off the ground and reaches for you.

You stare up at him with your bloodshot eyes and tilt your head, as if to say, “I can’t go back in there”.

He nods, holding his hand closer to you, “I’ll get your purse,” he rummages through his pocket, “you can sit in my car.”

“How many have you had?”

“I didn’t finish my first drink if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

You grip his hand tight as he hauls you up. You two walk to his car, he opens the door, closing it once you settle in the front seat.

He puts his keys in the ignition, rolling the windows down before he jogs back to the bar in search of your purse.

He’s quick to pass Jake, who’s still entertaining a couple of women plus their friends.

Natasha and Bob are playing darts beside Callie, Logan, and Brigham looking like they’re all having fun. He walks by the table and grabs your purse when

Javy steps in front of him. “You taking her home?”

Bradley nods, “yeah.”

“Keep her safe, yeah?”

“Of course.”

“I’m putting a lot of trust into you right now-”

“Wha-”

“She thinks of you like a brother, and I know you’re a good guy. I do. But I also know you and Jake haven’t had a good friendship ever. I’m sure you know, this is gonna be when people choose who they want to stay with, I need you to stay with her. I can’t because he’ll feel like everyone is against him and we need his head in the game.”

“What about Blue?”

“If she has her brother by her side, I know she’ll be able to get through this.” Bradley nods.

Javy steps to the side, giving him room to pass by.

He closes the car door and hands you your purse.

You take it, setting it on the ground as you sniffle.

He turns on the radio, putting it on a low volume knowing you need something to help distract you.

He parks the car in your designated parking spot.

The radios off and your quiet sniffles are the only thing he can hear other than the crickets chirping in the night. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“No.”

“… I meant if you were left alone.”

“Still no but, I’ll manage.”

“You don’t need to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Shut people out.”

“It’d be safer if I did.” You open the door and hop out, leaning in, “thank you for driving me home.” The door slams shut. You turn, walking towards your building.

“Hey, wait- oh god- I’m fine. I’m fine.”

The car beeps, letting the two of you know it’s locked.

“You need some place to crash, right?”

He matches your pace, bumping his arm against yours, “yeah. You know anybody I could ask?” He jokes.

“I know this nice group of older ladies, who meet up for book club every Thursday, and I know for a fact that Doris would take you for a ride.”

You open your purse, pulling out your keys. “Speaking of,” you mutter, hearing the familiar creek of her door opening. “Hi, Doris.”

“Hello, dear. Who’s your scrumptious friend?”

“He’d break too easily for you.”

“At least, he would have fun. Are you alright?”

You turn to her, offering the weakest smile you can make, “I’m fine. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“It’s never too late to have fun.”

An older man exits her room, bidding her a goodnight with a peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Henry.”

“Goodnight indeed.”

“You two get some sleep. And you,” Doris points to Bradley, who freezes, “you take care of her. She’s well liked here. If anyone of us hear that you or someone else hurt her-”

“Goodnight, Doris!” You quickly walk into your dark apartment. You reach for the light switch on the wall, squinting when the lights turn on.

Doris pulls Bradley down, holding onto his forearm, “you’ve got nice arms, young man.”

“Uh- thank you?”

“Never mind that. You watch out for her, alright? She’s a sweet girl who needs someone to take care of her.”

“We’re not-”

“I know. I know. You are the one she calls her brother. I need you to take care of her.”

He nods, “I will ma’am, I promise.”

She scoffs, “ma’am, so polite but makes me sound old. Anyway,” she pats his arms. “You go in there and lock the door, alright.”

“Yes…”

“Say it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Doris releases her grip on Bradley and walks into her own apartment, not before she gives him a hard look, so he knows she means business.

He closes the door and locks it, stepping into the living room. “She’s uh- she’s something.”

“Yeah, I know.” You walk down the short hallway, grabbing a shirt and sweatpants. You hold the items for him to take, “here.”

He glances back and forth at you and the clothes. “Take the clothes and go to sleep.”

“I’m not leaving you alone. No more tears are gonna be shed tonight, alright?”

You purse your lips at him and sniff, “fine.”

“Good… I know I just said I don’t want you to be alone, but I’ve got to wash off whatever I sat in when I found you.”

You roll your eyes and smile, “you know where everything is. I’ll grab your clothes and do laundry after.”

“You’re the best,” he pecks the top of your head and runs to the bathroom.

‘Selfish.’

You gulp, turning to look at the TV. “Maybe I can find something stupid to watch.” You grab the remote and search through your numerous streaming devices. You stop browsing, “this could work.”

“I don’t know where to put these.”

You nearly jump out of your skin, “Jesus- fucking- Rooster! You asshole.” You snatch the clothes from him, “your ass is grass.”

“My ass is what?”

“I’m gonna shower, I’ll be back.”

“If I’m asleep by the time you come back, don’t be surprised.”

“I am not gonna take that long.”

“Okay, our stuff is in the washing machine so, now we can watch a movie.”

“What you find?” He asks, stuffing his face with popcorn.

You raise a brow, “glad to see you helped yourself.”

“Me too. What’d you pick?”

“Footloose.”

“The new one or the old one?”

“The old one obviously. Why would I choose the new one? It sucks.”

“I beg to differ.”

“We can agree to disagree. Plus, you got good ol’ Kevin Bacon and his magical gymnastics scene.”

“Yeah, he looks good there.”

You stare at him from the corner of your eye before turning your head in his direction, “I didn’t comment on his looks.”

He briefly pauses mid-bite, “it was implied.”

“Okay… I can’t believe you find him hot.” You giggle as he tosses a handful of popcorn at you.

Once he stops, you start eating whatever landed on your shirt.

“You better clean this up.”

“I am. I am.”

His phone lights up, a text notification, you can’t see who it is and honestly, you don’t want to think about it right now.

You didn’t even bring your phone out with you.

Javy drags Jake out of his friend’s car. “You couldn’t have eased up on the drinks?”

The blond shakes his head.

Javy’s lucky he was able to get Jake in bed before he fell asleep. The man sighs, shaking his head as walks into his room, settling in his bed. He pulls his phone off the nightstand, opening your chat. He knows you won’t want to hear this but it’s all he can do right now.

Big Bad Coyote

“I’m sorry for what he did tonight.” 10:49pm Sent. Read.

“I’m here for you, if you want to complain about Jake.” Deleted.

He sets his phone on the nightstand and rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this.”

Jake isn’t as tired as Javy thought and struggles to pull his phone out of his pocket.

He dials your number. “Hey, it’s- it’s Jake. I didn’t mean it… any of it. I am sorry. I am an idiot and I- oh god.”

He drops his phone and runs into the bathroom.

The remainder of the message contains him groaning and asking if he’s dying.

The next few days were okay.

You were lucky (not really) that you were able to ignore those you’re close to, at Top Gun and on your phone.

You thanked God every day that Rooster stuck by your side (even though you’re sure he’s been telling the others what’s going on).

Today was a rare day when Maverick wanted to do a little one on one even though you’ll be up in the sky with a few of the others.

It seems as though he’s in a great mode and that means you’re his first victim.

It wasn’t bad, everything was actually going pretty well.

You were flying around, practicing a couple of moves you could never quite right. You felt good, better than before. You felt like you were doing pretty good, you’re actually smiling and joking around with Fanboy, Omaha, and Fritz.

Once you successfully completed those moves, Maverick moved onto Fanboy.

You were feeling cocky and thought you could do it again, both engines blow out. You’re doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crashing but, it’s kind of hard when you have people screaming.

“Eject! Eject Blue!” Maverick shouts. “You can’t save it.”

Dammit! You know he’s right.

“Pull it!” The others scream.

You reach up, “I’m…trying!” Your radio starts cutting in an out.

“Pull the ejection handle!”

“I’m… try- stop… me… won’t… scared.” You’re praying for a miracle.

You yank one last time with all that you’ve got: the fear of dying, the adrenaline that’s keeping you going, the anger of you ignoring everyone, the sadness of never seeing anyone again. You don’t open your eyes… you hope you’re still breathing when you touch the ground.

Pete has to stop Bradley from doing something stupid.

“I can’t leave her out there alone.” He shoves his shoulders, “you’ve got to let me go.”

The older man shakes his head, “I can’t do that.”

“You need to move before I do something we’ll both regret.” Pete can see the tears welling up in the young man’s waterline. He sighs, “we’ve already got someone going out there to find her. She needs you here, not running off into danger.”

Bradley grips Pete’s flight suit tightly between his shaking, clenched fists.

The man pulls him into a hug. The older man glances over his shoulder, finding Cyclone standing there.

The two nod at one another.

Pete pats Bradley’s back, “let’s go see her.”

The pilot with the nostalgic mustache enters first, wanting to see you before anyone- other than Cyclone- wait Cyclone?!

“Sir?” Bradley whispers.

The Admiral doesn’t move and continues to sit by your side.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he pats your forearm and pushes himself out of his seat. He leans forward to kiss the top of your head.

“Bye, dad.”

Cyclone stops in front of Bradley, “I expect you to take care of her and watch her back, you hear?”

“Please go,” you whine.

“I need to know my daughter is safe up in the air. I can’t get to you but we both know the risks that come with the job.”

“The risks that come with the job,” you say at the same time.

He nods, “exactly.”

And he’s gone.

“That’s your dad? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

You give him a deadpan expression.

He glances over at the table beside your bed.

“I didn’t want anyone to judge me based on who my dad is,” you mutter, picking at the blanket.

Javy and Natasha run towards the nurse’s station.

The head nurse, Diane, glances up from her clipboard with a raised brow.

“Where’s Blue?”

“You two know I can’t do that. It’s against regulation.”

Natasha slams her hand on the desk, “screw regulation! Tell us where she is… please?”

Diane sighs, “I know you two want to know where she is and how she’s doing but, I can’t do that.”

Javy gulps, “can you- can you at least tell us if she-”

“She didn’t sustain any life-threatening injuries.”

The two let sighs of relief.

“Can she have any visitors?”

“What did I just tell you?”

“Hey, hey,” Bradley interrupts. “It’s okay. I’ll take it from here.”

Diane narrows her eyes at him, “I told you five minutes.”

“Yeah, but you can’t resist me, admit it.”

“You three have until four, that’s when I switch shifts.”

The three say their thanks and briskly walk to your room.

The door opens, you expect to find Bradley with your water but, it’s Jake.

He awkwardly stands in front of the door after closing it. He reminds you of a little kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“I think you’re in the wrong room.”

He shakes his head, “no.”

“Well- you can see I’m clearly fine now you can turn around and pretend you never saw me, okay?”

“I can’t do that.”

“It’s worked well for everyone else.”

“That’s because you pulled away and stopped talking to all of us.”

“So, I wouldn’t hurt you or anyone else.”

“And you thought pulling away was better?”

You lift your up, covering your eyes like you would if you were protecting your eyes from the sun. “I can’t do this right now.”

“No, you don’t get to do that now-”

“I know!” Your hand flies off your face. The tears stream down your cheeks. “I know! I fucked up but it was better that I be honest with you now than break your heart more later.”

He nods, “you’re right.”

You sniff, “I am?”

“Yeah.”

He moves to sit in the chair closest to the bed, “I’ll admit I didn’t react in the most… respectful way.”

You open your mouth to respond, he holds his hand up to stop you.

“Just- let me say what I need to say, okay?”

You nod.

“I was hurt, it really hit me deep with what you said. I didn’t think it was going to end that way but, I’m glad it did.”

“What?”

He shushes you. “You were right. I just- I don’t know how but I got confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“I- honestly, I don’t know but, I had some time to think about it and you were right. It was better for you to be honest with me and not lead me on and make me think we have something special when we really don’t.”

“Oh.”

“I also said some… things that weren’t entirely directed at you but more so myself.”

“How- what?”

“I said you were selfish but that isn’t true. You told me the cold honest truth and I got pissed… I was- I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Losing you.”

“How would you lose me?”

“To those two lovesick idiots.”

“Who?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know that Baby on Board and Princess Phoenix are in love with you.”

You shake your head with furrowed brows, “n- no they’re not.”

He nods, smirking, “oh, believe me, they are.” He takes note of you expression, “you don’t know.”

“I never- I didn’t. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“If it would make you feel better, I could say I wasn’t being serious.”

You smack him, “no that wouldn’t help.”

He deflects your hand. “Don’t hit the face.”

You slump back, “I can’t believe it.”

The door opens.

You two look to find Bradley, Javy, and Natasha entering the room.

They rush towards you; the latter grabs your hands. She stares at you with wide eyes as she pets your head, pulling you closer to hug you.

One of the guys lets out an ‘oof’.

You peek over her bicep to see Bob adjusting his glasses. He turns to you and looks relieved.

Jake grabs Bradley and Javy’s necks, forcing them out the door. “We’ll leave you three alone.”

Natasha pulls back, not letting go of your hands.

“Are you- are you okay?” Bob asks, sitting in the chair Jake sat in before.

“I’m… fine.”

“Fine isn’t good. Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse?”

You glance over at Bob, pleading him for help with your eyes.

He nods, pushing himself out of the chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He gets her to sit down, moving the bring his chair closer to her. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing,” she says with a clenched jaw.

“If you two want to leave I’d understand.”

Natasha turns to you, an upset expression now present on her face, “and why would we want to leave?”

“So, you two wouldn’t have to sit here feeling uncomfortable.”

“Why would we be uncomfortable?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, closing your eyes to prevent the tears from falling.

“No, tell me what you mean?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know isn’t good enough. Why did you stop talking to us? To everyone?”

“Nat,” Bob pleads quietly, latching onto her wrist.

She shrugs him off, “no, I need to know. We deserve an answer.”

You clench the blanket between your shaking fists, sucking in as much air as your body would let you. You exhale a cry before fully sobbing, you struggle to breath which leads to you hyperventilating.

Bob is quick to push himself out of the chair, moving beside her so he can pull you into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, petting your hair. He looks back at his girlfriend who looks at you with a sense of worry and guilt, when he catches her gaze, he gestures for her to move around your other side.

She crawls in behind you, pulling one hand into hers, squeezing your hand every so often.

Your cries seem to have dwindled, now you realize your smushed between the two. You don’t know what to do.

“Scoot over,” Bob lightly orders, unwrapping his from you.

You pull back with your head down, you don’t want to look either of them in the eye. Natasha moves, resting her head on your shoulder. You bring your knees up, giving the two room to stretch out a little better. Bob settles on the other side of you, he hesitantly places his hand on your thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“You shouldn’t be sorry. I am I-”

You cut her off, “I don’t mean about now. I’m,” you sigh. “I’m sorry for what’s been going on between me and everyone.”

“It’s okay," Bob adds.

“You shouldn’t try to diffuse the situation just because.”

“It’s not just because,” he argues. “Yeah, it sucked with you not talking to a lot of us but what was worse was the fact that we didn’t know you had gotten into an accident. Maverick’s been working us in all these different directions and we- we were really scared about you, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod.

“What made you stop talking to us?” Natasha whispers.

“Jake said somethings and I thought they might be true.”

“You listened to Bagman?”

“Nat,” he starts to say.

“I’m sorry but, if we’re gonna be listening to stupid people then we shouldn’t be up in the air.”

You chuckle through your nose, “that’s a thought.”

“Whatever he said isn’t important and not true at all, right?” Bob directs his gaze to Natasha.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t listen to him anyway.”

“He did bring something else up that made me realize something.”

“If it’s something bad about you-”

“Nothing like that,” you shake your head, squeezing her hand. “Promise.”

She nods.

“He said there were a couple of people here who are… in love with me?”

They pause their movements, suddenly scared of how this conversation will end. “And… then… I- uh- I realized I- I feel the same way.”

“You do?” Bob questions, wanting to make sure he and Natasha are understanding you correctly.

“I really do, I just- I never realized it before… even though it was pretty obvious.”

“I take it back; you can listen to Bagman on a rare occasion.”

You hide your face in his arm to hide your laughter.

“Does this mean after you get discharged, we can take you out on a date?” asks Bob.

“If that’s what you two want to do.”

She pushes herself off you, cupping your chin between her thumb and first two fingers, “when you’re given the okay, we’re going on the best date you’ve ever been on. One that tops whatever you think your best date was and then we’re going to ask if you’ll be our pretty girl, okay?” She nods with a certain dominant way.

You immediately nod, staring at her with a slight dazed expression, “yes, ma’am.”

She leans into closer, studying you before she pecks your lips twice, settling beside you once again.

You pout, “that wasn’t fair.”

“Don’t be greedy.”

You turn to Bob and offer him your most pathetic pitiful expressions. “She’s mean.”

“You stayed away from us and didn’t let us see your pretty face.”

Your jaw drops.

“Let’s watch something before nurse buzzkill comes back and tells us to leave,” says Natasha.

You reach over him and grab your phone, opening Netflix so you can continue watch New Girl.

“Did we already watch this?”

You and he shush her. “Can’t we watch a different episode?” You two shush her again.

The nurse opens the door, prepared to tell the two it’s time to pack it up and stop whatever it is your doing but, she can’t.

She rolls her eyes, “kids.”

The door clicks shut, and a tired, groggy Bob sets your phone on the table.

You’re being discharged today, and everyone was practically fighting on who would take you home. You don’t need a babysitter or someone watching over you but that doesn’t stop them from trying.

Pete called for the others and of course, they were reluctant to go, the only one that wasn’t called in was Jake.

Beau enters the room, watching as Jake worries over you and you pushing him away. “Let me,” he steps in, helping you out of bed.

“I can help her from her, sir,” Jake assures your father.

“I hear you but, I’d rather help my daughter as much as I can right now.”

The blond’s brows furrow, “daughter? Where?” He turns to you.

You give him a sheepish grin and a small shrug.

He shakes his head, “no.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“… yes.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Afraid so?” Beau chimes in.

“You’re no prize. Everyone here is afraid of you, not counting Maverick.”

“That’s because he’s stupid.”

“Or he has a lot of balls.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I though?”

You push his hands away from you, “I can walk on my own.”

“You’re related?”

“Is he still on that?” Beau asks you.

You nod, “he probably won’t shut up about it.”

“I don’t know if I should be concerned with my decision on bringing him here.”

“You definitely should be,” you joke.

“Let me take you home.”

“You have to work.”

“I can take the afternoon off.”

“We both know that won’t happen. I love you dad but, you can’t leave. We can have dinner or something.”

He sighs, “fine but if he,” he points to a flabbergasted Jake, “tries anything you let me know.”

“He won’t but thank you.”

He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. He leans down, whispering in your ear, “I expect to meet the other two when we have dinner.”

You pull back, “who?”

He raises a brow, “the two that were asleep in your bed.”

You feel hot all of a sudden. “Who- who- there was- uh- no one there- with- with me.”

“I just want to meet them, that’s it.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s your dad?”

You whirl around, poking him with your index finger, “would you shut up.”

“When have you ever known me to shut up?”

You groan.

“We’re gonna be having a party at your place tonight.”

“My place? A party- woah- what?” “Don’t say anything just be there, okay?”

You pout, “do I have to?”

“Yeah, you have to.”

“But do I really?”

“Your lovers will be there.”

Your cheeks feel hot, “don’t say lovers.”

He smirks and whispers, “lovers.”

You squint at him.

He can tell there’s something off with you and takes off running.

“Get back here!” You chase after him.

“No!” He shouts over his shoulder, “you’ll try and hit me. I can’t have you ruining the money maker.”

“But that’s exactly why I need you to stop.”

“Hey there, Mrs. D.”

You sigh, “please don’t make chit chat with my neighbors.”

“What can I say? The ladies love me,” Jake throws a wink in Doris’ direction.

“He’s right, dear. He’s got the moves, let him use them, even if it’s on an old lady.”

“You are anything but old, Doris Day.”

She chuckles, “you two have fun with your small party.”

“Thank you, Doris. You have a good rest of you day.”

“You know I will, good looking.”

You close your door and spin around, surprised to see everyone casually sitting or cooking in your kitchen.

“She’s here,” Javy announces. “Hey, how are you?”

You shake your head, “don’t give me that sympathetic tone. I’m fine. I’m good. We’re here to hangout not have a pity party.”

Javy raises his hands, “fine, fine. No more sympathy.” He glances over at a cocky looking Jake. “Why’s he so smug?”

“Doris-”

“I love her.”

“Everyone does. Anyway, Doris fed into his ego and now he’s lost his mind.”

He nods, “ah.”

“Yep.”

Natasha and Bob move towards Javy, offering small smiles.

Your lips stretch into a wide smile, “hey you two.”

Bradley groans.

“What?” You ask.

“You three are gonna be all sweet and lovey dovey and ugh.”

Natasha smirks, shoving Jake to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You jealous?”

He grumbles with his head down as he walks away.

Jake snickers as he follows after him.

Javy shakes his head, “I’m happy you’re okay.”

You wave him off, “yeah, yeah. Me too, Javy.”

He smiles, turning his head when he hears groaning. Javy sighs, watching as Jake holds his stomach and Bradley stands there smiling like a little kid eating a piece of candy.

“Should we help him?” Bob asks you two.

Natasha shakes her head, “no.” She applies to slightest amount of pressure to your waist, guiding you towards the couch, “let’s sit.”

“I’m not a dog,” you complain.

“I didn’t give you a command,” she leans in closer, whispering, “unless you want me to.”

You hum, “looks like someone’s caught Jake’s cocky bug.”

“I take offense to that.”

Natasha sits on your right, Bob on your left.

“What exactly are we doing here?” You ask.

Mickey and Reuben make themselves comfortable on the floor beside your legs. “Movie night,” the former answers with a mouth full of pasta.

The latter smacks his shoulder, “dude, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“She asked.”

“Chew your food before you talk.”

“Maybe I don’t want to chew my food before I-” Mickey takes a deep breath, choking on the small amount of food left in his mouth.

His floor buddy slaps his back trying to help him.

You reach forward and raise his arms.

Once he catches his breath and takes a sip of water. “I’m just gonna sit here and not talk,” Mickey says with a raspy voice.

“Here you go,” Bradley holds out a bowl of pasta in front of you, slightly leaning on the couch.

You throw your head back, giving him a wide smile before you start inhaling eating your pasta.

Javy hands Bob and Natasha their bowls before settling down on one of the chairs near the TV.

Bradley and Jake fight over the other open chair.

You snort, watching the two act like children.

“Are you two ever going to stop,” Natasha waves her hand at the two, “whatever that is?”

“I will when Chicken gives me the seat.”

“Like hell I will.”

“Leave them be. They’ll tire themselves out sooner or later,” you tell her. “Oh hey, where are the others?” You ask out loud.

“Halo went to go visit her family,” Reuben answers.

“Fritz and Omaha went out on a double date.”

“Double date? Good for them. What about the other two?”

“Harvard has a bad headache and stayed home, and Yale wanted to go grocery shopping, said this was the best and only time he could go.”

Javy shushes you two, “the movies starting.”

You and Natasha groan. “Why are we watching this crap?” You ask.

“The new footloose is amazing. Do not tarnish its good name,” Bradley says, sitting beside Jake’s legs. “Oh, and Bob picked it.”

“Are you for real?” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta.

You turn to Bob, peck his cheek, and say, “you made an excellent choice, Billy Bob.”

“What if I said I chose it?” Jake chimes in.

“I’d beat you with your bowl.”

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“Nope,” you rest your head against Bob’s shoulder.

“It’s starting.”

Numerous complaints echo around the room, all telling Mickey to shut up.

Everyone’s fallen asleep or fighting the urge to close their eyes.

You manage to escape Bob and Natasha’s hold so you can get blankets for everyone.

Javy and Reuben immediately cuddle into their blankets.

Mickey smacks his floor buddy when to steal his blanket.

You set a pillow between the two, hoping that it will stop them from fighting.

You move onto Bradley and Jake, setting their blankets on top of them but you have to angle the former another way or else he’s gonna be kicked in the face.

You set a blanket on Natasha first, watching as she snuggles into it before setting your last blanket on Bob. You grab the pile of bowls and set it in the sink, letting them soak for the night. You try to sneak between the two once again when you see Bob crack one eye open. “Hey,” you whisper, settling in the empty space.

“Where’s your blanket?”

You curl your arms around yourself, “I’m fine.”

He pulls you closer to him, tossing some of his blanket onto you.

Natasha curls into your side, throwing a little bit of her blanket onto you.

“I feel like we should move.”

“What makes you say that?” His breath tickles against your ear.

“Besides the fact that we’re scrunched up on the couch, nothing.”

“Should we?”

“We can. If you want to?”

“Do you?”

A hand grasps yours and Bob’s wrists, pulling you into your room.

You turn around, staring at Natasha. “Get in bed. It’ll be better for us to get some sleep in here.”

You two nod.

“Who’s gonna be in the middle?” You ask, pulling the sheets back.

“You,” she answers.

You three settle into the bed with Bob and Natasha snuggling into you.

Once everyone was awake and their brains were functioning enough, they decided to head home to get ready for a night out.

“Well, well, well,” Jake says, checking you out up and down. “Someone’s dressed to impress.”

You look down, checking out your outfit, finding yourself wearing your usual jeans and shirt combo.

With the heat during summer, it’s best to wear no layers.

You shake your head, preparing to take your shot (after snatching the cue stick from him).

“I’m not dressed to impress anyone. I’m comfortable. And you just lost.”

“Is he hitting on her?” Natasha asks out loud, not aiming her question to anyone specifically.

“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” Bradley says. “Don’t focus on that now.”

She scoffs, “how can I not?”

Bob returns, setting another round down before he starts munching on his snack of the night.

“Do you see this?” She asks him.

“This is their friendship… and he can’t turn it off.”

Bradley snickers into his hand.

Jake loses his smile, his eyes going back and forth between the corner pocket and where you stand. “How- wait- did you take my shot?”

“No, I didn’t.” You walk away, standing before the two with a wide smile. “Hi, you two.”

Throat clearing sounds come from your left, you turn to them with annoyed expression, “and hi, dumbass one and dumbass two.”

“We prefer hunky Hawaiian shirt with a porn stache’ and the sexy Coyote,” Javy replies.

Bradley turns to him with an offended expression. “Why are you hating on my mustache?”

“I’m not but, you honestly can’t blame me for saying that,” Javy tries to defend himself.

“Yeah, I can. I’ve gotten more numbers than you so far, I’d say it’s working like a charm.”

“What do you think would happen to that confidence if I shaved it?” Jake interrupts.

Bradley pushes himself out of the chair, “woah! Woah! Nobody and I mean nobody is shaving it.”

Jake and Javy glance at each other while Bradley runs away.

“Ignore them. How are you two?” You ask.

Natasha grins, pulling you and Bob closer.

You try to pull back, so you don’t smush yourself into him, but she is relentless. You grab both of their wrists and pull them outside, unlocking Bob’s car with his keys (which you stole to put in your purse or else he would have lost them, again).

You open the trunk, making them sit on the blanket you set in the back.

Natasha hums when you settle in between the two, “so this is why you wanted the car?”

“Partly, but I also thought we could leave early and watch a movie back here or maybe we could just stay here until everyone’s done and then we go home, or we could-” You expected her to cut you off from your rambling when you realize your head is turned in Bob’s direction and his (very) kissable lips are moving against yours. You copy his actions, feeling yourself losing your breath. You swear you melt inside.

“Don’t hog her,” Natasha teases as she drags her fingertips against your arm.

He pulls back, “I’m not,” he says against your lips.

You take a moment before you open your eyes, staring up at the two, who are watching you look at them dazed expression. “What was I saying?” You whisper.

Natasha shakes her head, “it’s not important.”

A loud smacking makes the two of you break eye contact with her.

She tilts her head, “did you steal her gum?”

He pauses, staring at her through his lashes (his attempt at an innocent/ puppy dog look), “no?”

“You’re such a liar.”

“I didn’t go searching for it.”

She shakes her head, “whatever.” She turns to look at you, “what’s got you so smiley?”

You shake your head, “nothing just,” you exhale, “I’m really happy.”

She smiles, bending down, pecking your lips, “good.”

“Can we watch more “New Girl”?” he asks.

“You’ve got him obsessed with that show.”

“It’s a good show,” you argue.

“Turn it on.”

Her and Bob settle on either side of you, “ready?”

Bob reaches forward and presses play.

When Bradley and Javy exit the bar in search of you three, they look through the window and find the three of you snuggled together.

Javy nods to his new sidekick.

The door opens, scaring you and Bob.

“What the hell?!” You sit up, smacking the two.

“What?” asks Javy, who’s laughing his ass off.

“We wanted to pop in. Say hi,” Bradley answers, pulling away from you, not wanting to be smacked.

“So much for a quiet night,” you mumble.

“You knew this was going to happen,” Natasha says, still laying down.

“I hoped it wouldn’t have.”

“At least we got to watch a couple more episodes,” Bob adds with a small smile.

You shake your head, hiding your smile.

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callsign-phoenix · 5 months

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I wrote this as a part of my 12 days of ficmas, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

The prompt is Secret Santa.

Warnings: none

Nat and you had been friends for forever, but she had always wanted more.

While she was always by your side she was never brave enough to actually say what she was feeling, even if she sometimes interpreted some of your actions as flirtations as well.

You did flirt back, but just like her you were nervous enough not to actually follow through.

The fact that you were working together made things easier and harder at the same time.

It was easier because you actually got to see each other on a daily basis, and it was harder because if you decided to go for it it could end in a disaster.

So you stayed just like that, pining for each other in silence.

The months went by and you two grew closer, hanging out outside of work even more and visiting each other almost daily.

While you allowed each other to spend time at your homes the bedrooms were seemingly off limits.

It was a border neither of you wanted to cross with each other because both of you were scared of it leading to more.

Bob was a confidant to both of you and it was stressful for him, because even though he wanted to say something he didn’t feel like it was his place to do so.

He was your closest friend after Natasha and he too had spent time at your place, he had even been allowed in your bedroom.

It had made him smile because what he saw there was too sweet, and he desperately wanted to tell Nat about it.

When Christmas came around the end of the year feels hit, and while you enjoyed spending time with Natasha it sometimes made you sad, feeling like being with her without actually getting to kiss her like you wanted to was pointless.

Nat noticed your sadness as well and she felt like maybe it was her fault somehow, which she confided in Bob about.

He was so kind to her and promised everything would be alright.

Jake’s idea of a secret santa at work excited all of you a little, but especially Natasha, when she pulled your name from the bucket.

She was so excited and nervous at the same time, because she simply didn’t know what to get you.

Once again she decided to talk to Bob about it, who smiled widely.

“Have you ever seen her bedroom?” He asked, to which Nat shook her head.

“You’d like it,” he replied, before telling her about the pictures of the two of you that were stuck to the frame of your bedroom mirror.

When the day of the secret santa exchange came Nat was incredibly nervous, because of what she had prepared for you.

You opened the presents one after the other, so that all of you could see what the other had gotten.

While Bob got a Christmas themed case for his glasses from Javy and Bradley received a shaving kit from Jake you were excited when it was finally time for you to open your present.

It wasn’t a big box at all but it was neatly wrapped, a wrapping paper in your favorite color adorning it.

You were excited when you opened the lid, and even more so when you found the first few photos that were put inside.

They were all pictures of Nat and you, just like on your bedroom mirror.

You were so surprised that you didn’t even able to fathom what these pictures meant.

A small smile of gratitude swept over your face and you were about to turn to Nat to thank her, when your eyes fell to the last picture and the neatly calligraphed writing on it.

It was a polaroid of Nat and you that Bob had taken on a trip you had gone to, which you had never gotten to see.

Nat had snatched it from his fingers and when you looked at it you knew exactly why she had.

You were smiling into the camera but Nat was looking at you, an adoring, almost worshipping look on her face.

Below the picture Nat had written something that took your breath away the second you read it.

‘We look cute together so I’m going to ask - would you want to go out with me?’

You didn’t have much time to think as Jake impatiently spoke up, not being able to see too well from his spot on the table.

“What have you got there?” He asked, but your eyes just found Nat’s.

You could see her nervously playing with the ring she often had on her forefinger.

Her eyes were searching yours for an answer and your heartbeat sped up, because you were utterly excited for what was to come.

You immediately started to nod repeatedly, receiving one of the widest smiles you had ever seen on her face, which you mirrored.

“Yes, please, I’d love to go out with you!” You exclaimed, and every one lf your peers chuckled at how you were looking at each other.

You hurried to wrap Nat into a warm and desperate hug before you pulled away, looking at her to find her lovingly looking at her.

She hadn’t said a word but had only glanced at Bob quickly, a quiet thank you for the help that he had given her.

Now she was looking at you, beautifully close to her, and she was utterly happy as well.

“Oh God, I was so nervous you’d say no,” she whispered before she pulled you into another hug, pressing a soft kiss to your temple in relief.

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sailorscuttle · 2 years

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mommy dearest | natasha ‘phoenix’ trace

summary: you’ve been bad while natasha was away, but don’t worry, she’ll take care of it.

word count: 0.7K

warnings: pure filth, MINORS DNI!!, dom/sub themes, dom!mommy phoenix, dacryphilia, aftercare ,afab!reader, @ god don’t look at me lmao

a.n: ty to @callsign-phoenix and @mayhem24-7forever for beating <3

phoenix watches you from above, thumb brushing over the controls of the vibrator currently nestled into your cunt, the setting low for now. she watches you squirm on your back, her own body leaning against the dresser.

your breath comes out in short bursts, whimpering as your hands grip the belt that’s currently binding your hands together above your head, your face resting on your arm away from her.

“mommy please..” you feel her boot tilt your head so you’re looking up at her. she pauses for a moment.

“color, baby?”

you murmur “green..”

phoenix seems to settle back in and tilts her head, mocking you with a fake pout. the blanket you’re on being the only thing currently grounding you in your shared bedroom.

“poor baby..can’t even handle a little vibrator in her pussy huh?” she frowns, turning up the controls only by one. tutting she sighs as if she was bored. “it hasn’t even been an hour since we started your punishment.”

you whine in response, wondering how time seems to slow to molasses when she’s above you like this.

“mommy i can handle it, I promise! I can be a good girl for you..”

she decides in that moment to turn the vibrations up three settings, her boot shoving your chest back into the blanket when your body bows in response. you choke on a moan, your body writhing at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“funny how you want to be good only after i caught you breaking one of the rules. what was it again, baby girl?”

your brain is clouded as it scrambles with a response, knowing if you didn’t respond it wouldn’t end well. “i…i was touching myself wi-oh fuck..without your permission..”

she hums warmly, seemingly pleased at your response, neither increasing nor decreasing the settings. “and? you forgot one more that you broke.”

your thighs tense in a feeble attempt to increase the pleasure between your legs and phoenix immediately bends to pull your thighs apart.

"you're pathetic.." she laughs, turning up the settings and watching you squirm. "thought you were gonna be good for mommy?"

you feel tears begin to fall down your cheeks, your orgasm threatening to tear you apart.

“mommy please! i’m sorry i touched myself, ‘m sorry i came without your permission. please let me cum i’ll be good for you, i swear! i’m so close..” you sob, wanting nothing more than to be good for her and for her to let you cum.

“aww baby, you’re close?” her tone is sickly sweet, almost laughing again when you nod your head rapidly. “too bad, bad girls don’t get to cum for mommy.” to your disadvantage phoenix decides to press her foot to your abdomen, adding delicious pressure to your core.

“oh fuck, mommy…thank you for making me feel so good, ‘m sorry i was a bad girl. I promise i’ll be a good girl, i won’t touch myself without you saying so i promise mommy..” the words fall from your lips almost like a prayer, your hips trying to move but remain pinned by phoenix.

she lifts her foot off of you and moves to kneel beside you, her fingers quickly find your clit, moving in small circles. she leans down and kisses up along your jaw, stopping when her lips hover over your ear.

“go on then baby girl…cum for mommy, i want that pussy to make a mess for me.”

your body reacts almost instantly, her words practically shoving you over the edge, your release gushing over your thighs. phoenix works you through your orgasm, moving her hand away when you begin to whimper from overstimulation.

she turns the vibrator off, slowly removing it from you and setting it off to the side. after that she undoes your hands, lifting your upper body into her arms.

“my gorgeous girl...did so well for mommy. mommy’s so proud of you angel.”

all the while she speaks, she presses soft kisses to your hair, whispering praises into the crown of your head. phoenix eases you into your shared bed, pressing another kiss before going to grab a damp washcloth from the en-suite bathroom.

she turns off your bedside lamp before gently cleaning your thighs and your core, leaving your side again to get one of your t-shirts. your lover removes her own clothing and changes into a pair of pajamas, slipping your shirt over your body once she’s finished.

phoenix pulls the covers over the both of you, turning to shut off her own lamp before taking you into her arms, your head resting on her chest. her hand rubs soothing patterns into your back, the both of you letting the exhaustion from the night’s events pull you into slumber.

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader

this is porn. this is literally porn with minimal plot based on boyfriend by dove cameron. sorry to my jake girlies, he’s not portrayed the nicest in this lol I love him I really do but..... I just have thoughts about phoenix. this is my psa that my requests are open for nat, send them all my way pls n thx

boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader

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word count: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, infidelity, as mentioned porn with minimal plot, oral (f-receiving), a little bit of edging

Your boyfriend’s arm felt heavy slung around your waist as you sat at the bar ordering a drink. The energy in the club was infectious and the energy of your group even more so as everyone celebrated Rooster’s birthday. You ordered something strong, something to loosen you up, something to hopefully make you enjoy your surroundings. You felt fingers trail down your arm before gripping your hand and you turned to see Phoenix looking at you with that look that had you rising from your seat and following her in an instant to the dance floor, vaguely gesturing behind you at Jake to join you. You let the alcohol do its job, washing over you and lowering your inhibitions as you danced with your friends, leaning against Jake as he swayed behind you. Your skin felt hot and a grin never left your face, hips moving to the beat and getting lost in the moment.

Two drinks turned to three, then four and then your group was somehow meandering to the Hard Deck just like you always did, the home base… Penny had given you all looks of disappointment at your varying ranges of inebriation and disarray but poured your drinks anyways as you settled in to close out the night. You’d started by Jake’s side but slowly as the evening progressed he got more and more invested in his conversations with Coyote, or Rooster, or Bob and you found yourself shrinking back and claiming a seat near the bar, your absence being missed by your boyfriend as you watched him for a moment before mindlessly scrolling on your phone and waiting for last call so you could drag him home.

“Didn’t think I’d find you not glued to his side tonight,” Phoenix said and it stirred something in your chest, you didn’t know if you should be defensive or shrug it off.

“Taking a breather,” you decided to respond and she nodded as she slid into the booth beside you. You felt the hair on the back of your neck rise as she looked you over appreciatively, “didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier but you really look beautiful tonight.” she said and your cheeks burned under the praise, unsure of how to accept it.

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking a moment to look at her and you felt struck by how stunning she was. You’d always admired her. Her cool and collected demeanor was alluring and her sharp gaze had captivated you on countless occasions but her proximity made it feel all the more overwhelming. “You look beautiful tonight too, always do.” you added and she softly smiled.

“Did you really need a breather or is there another reason you’re not over with your boyfriend right now?” she asked and you again didn’t know how to feel about the statement.

“Didn’t think he’d miss me,” you said and she hummed in response.

“Don’t know how he couldn’t,” she replied and your eyebrows furrowed as her fingers trailed your arm for the second time this evening… to the outside eye it would look innocent, like two friends drunk and spilling life stories in a secluded booth but on the inside there was something bubbling beneath the surface, just about to reach its boiling point. “If I were him, I’d never leave you alone,” she said, eyes holding yours intently and you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.

“Why is that?” you asked.

“Pretty girl sitting all alone in a booth near last call? Someone else might swoop in,” she said and you let out a laugh though there wasn’t much humor in it. “Especially you, he should know better than to ever take his attention off you… I know I don’t,” she whispered the last part and goosebumps rose on your skin. Her fingers were still drawing absentminded patterns against your skin and it felt like she was leaving fire in their wake.

“You don’t?” you asked and you felt dumb, but you were having a hard time conjuring anything else when she was holding your gaze the way she was, touching you so innocently that you felt ridiculous for feeling so affected.

She shook her head and removed her fingers from your arm to trail across your cheekbone before pushing strands of hair behind your ear and you leaned into the touch, “never… can’t seem to take my eyes off you.” she said and you flushed again. She smirked at the response, clearly enjoying how little it took to wrap you around her finger. “If I’m not reading into things I recall you not being able to take your eyes off me either,” she accused and you felt stripped bare, eyes widening at the truth her words held and she chuckled.

“I’m sorry-” you started, looking down to your palms but her finger hooked under your chin and forced your eyes back to hers.

“I’m not,” she said and you missed her touch when she pulled her hand back… she noticed and instead placed it on your thigh. Her fingers danced higher, slipping under the hem of your skirt and your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding so loud it clouded your hearing and your mind felt dizzy at how little it took for her to wind you up so tight.

“Jake is…” you sighed, not knowing how to finish that sentence and she glanced over to your friends briefly before returning her attention to you.

“Not wondering where you are,” she said, and you thought those words should have hurt you… the fact that he was so preoccupied elsewhere that in the past twenty minutes he hadn’t thought to check where you’d gone. She raised her other hand to cup your jaw and pull you closer as she whispered in your ear, “besides… I can be a much better boyfriend than him.” Her fingers gripped the soft skin of your thighs and you leaned into her. Her perfume was intoxicating, sandalwood and jasmine, and when you leaned back slightly to look in her eyes suddenly there was no one else in this bar. You leaned forward tentatively, letting your lips brush against hers and you felt electricity thrumming in your veins as she surged forward and captured you in a kiss. She tasted like tequila and peppermint and you wanted more, you gently bit her bottom lip before you pulled back and suddenly she was gripping your wrist and tugging you out of the booth to someplace more private.

The bathroom door swung shut behind you and she pressed you against it in an instant, locking it as she did and it was a clash of tongues and teeth as you desperately tried to pull her closer. She led you by the waist to the bathroom sink and slid her hands underneath your ass to lift you onto it. You wrapped your legs around her and dipped your head back as she kissed down your neck, leaving traces of her lipstick in her wake but you didn’t seem to care. Her touch was gentle but firm, caressing you in all the right ways as she sank to the floor and pushed your skirt up to your waist. You thought to yourself that you should be stopping this, you should be going back to your boyfriend and trying to forget this ever happened but you wanted the way she was looking up at you as she spread your legs apart to be burned into your memory forever. Her fingers trailed over your clothed heat delicately as she placed kisses along your thighs and you bucked into her touch, whining as she teased you and you could feel her lips curl into a smirk against your skin.

“I’d be willing to bet he can’t get you this worked up,” she said and you moaned as she applied pressure to your clit. She was right… he couldn’t, no one had ever had you so close to careening off a ledge before they’d even properly touched you. “Such a shame,” she whispered, tugging your underwear down your legs and you shivered as the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. She moaned against you as she licked a stripe through your folds, savoring the taste of you and your hands instinctively went to thread through her silky hair and push it away from her face as you bucked against her. “So responsive,” she cooed, tongue circling your clit and you fought to stifle the sound that threatened to rip through you.

“Phoenix,” you sighed as she expertly licked and sucked at you, using a hand to steady your hips and keep you from falling off the counter. You whined as you felt a finger press into your entrance, then two and your hand flew to cover your mouth when she began massaging that spot inside you that had pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. This was all so new and foreign but felt so right as she worked you up, pulling back slightly to tease you as your walls began clenching around her fingers.

“Poor thing, wound up so tight, already going to cum for me?” she taunted and you let out a soft groan as she lightly flicked her tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, body jolting and writhing as she instead focused on sucking marks into your thighs, fingers shallowly thrusting into you before pulling out completely to shove her fingers in your mouth and you eagerly closed around them, sucking off every trace of yourself. She lifted her head briefly to watch and moaned at the sight before returning to her worship of your soft skin and your chest heaved as your hips wiggled, your body yearning for her to touch you again as you felt your arousal dripping down your legs. She kissed her way back to your clit and you gasped when she sucked it into her mouth and pushed her fingers back into you, curling and thrusting just right as your eyes rolled back.

Heat was prickling across your skin as you tried to keep quiet but all you wanted to do was scream her name as you felt the tension begin to grow and she moaned against you when she felt you clenching around her fingers, the vibration sending jolts through your body. She slid her free hand up your body to intertwine her fingers with yours and your legs shook around her head as your climax overtook you, pure ecstasy flooding through your veins and clouding your vision as she worked you through it, lapping up everything you had to give her. She pulled away when you jerked back at the overstimulation and stood where you pulled her in for a kiss, tasting yourself on her and wrapping your legs around her again.

“I’m going home… I think you should ditch your boyfriend and meet me there,” she said, stepping back and giving you a smirk as she wiped her face and left you alone in the bathroom reeling, body still trembling and aching for her in her absence. You slid off the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping at your smudged lipstick before walking out of the bathroom and out of the bar without even looking back.

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vinylsbygi · 2 years

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Hello! I love your works a lot, especially the TGM ones! I was wondering if I could request a short fic where Reader confesses her feelings to Phoenix with the help of Bob?

a/n : hi sweetheart! i'm glad you enjoy my work :)) i didn't know if you want this to be male or female reader, so it's gender neutral!

warnings : none i think?

pairing : natasha phoenix trace x gn!reader

"C'mon, we've been standing here for five minutes already. Just knock." said Bob, watching worry and anxiety on your face.

"Bob, what if she-?" you started, all the bad thoughts taking over you. What if you mess it all up?

You never planned on falling in love with your best friend. It just kind of happened. How could it not, really? She was funny and sweet, and oh how pretty she was. Your Phoenix. Your Nat. But you couldn't go on like this. You couldn't look at her every day, fighting the urge to take her face in your hands and kiss her until all she could think about was you. So here you were, with Bob next to you, ready to tell her how you feel.

No matter what, you promised yourself. You didn't actually feel that brave right now that the moment has actually arrived.

"Just knock. It'll be okay. I promise." Bob smiled softly at you, not being to able to tell you how Phoenix loves you so much, if not even more than you love her. But you'd probably hit him a bit if he said that, because the amount of love you felt for her was uncountable.

"Okay." deep breath in, two knocks on the door, deep breath out.

Never did that simple sound of knocking felt so terrifying. And as you could her Phoenix coming to the door, you couldn't help but think that you could just run away. 'Don't be stupid, y/n. It'll be okay.' you tried to calm yourself down, seeing her open the door and smile.

"Y/n, Bob! What are you guys doing here?!" she laughed, and immediately did world seem brighter, decision to admit your love for her bigger, and your heart warmer.

And as you entered her house, Bob finally spoke up.

"Hey, how about I go make some tea, huh? You two can catch up." That wasn't a plan. He was supposed to be next to you, to be there if something goes wrong or if you needed to be led out of house.

"Thanks Bob, you're the best." Phoenix smiled, taking your hand in hers and leading you to her couch.

It was such a simple yet such a beautiful place. All the laughter and joy you two shared there. Hopefully it'll have another nice memory there.

"Listen, Phoenix…." deep breath in. You got this.

"You know I love you so much, right? And, I always knew I loved you. But few months ago, I started falling in love with you. And I'm not sorry about it. I'm not. Because every day since, I started enjoying life more. I started seeing all the good and all the nice things in the world. And I can't go on pretending like I don't love you the way lovers do. Because I do." that was top ten scariest moments ever. She just kept starring at you. Until she smiled.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that." and then she kissed you.

You swore nothing ever felt that good.

Then Bob walked in and smiled at the sight.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking at you.

But you were looking at Phoenix. Your Phoenix.

"Yeah."

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Follow the Leader

Summary: You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x F!Reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Threesome, unprotected PIV, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), edging, exhibition/voyeur themes, and dom/sub undertones.

Word Count: 883

A/N: This is pure smut, no redeeming qualities whatsoever. I don’t even know if there is an audience for this type of pairing, but I felt compelled to write this. Please reblog or comment if you enjoyed this.

“Slow down Bob,” Natasha orders, her voice husky.

Above you Bob groans, hips slowing. He’s trembling all over, face flushed. You reach up to push back the errant strands of hair falling over his brow. You’ve been at this with him for a while, with your girlfriend keeping you both on edge while she touches herself. Every time one of you gets close she makes you slow down, drawing out your pleasure. By now you’re dizzy and half-mad with want.

“I want to enjoy my show,” she reminds you both.

The way she’s sitting in a chair beside the bed, legs spread wide and feet resting on the mattress, provides an enticing view. Her fingers circle her clit several times before they sweep lower and disappear inside herself. The muscles of her toned thighs flex as she pushes against the bed and arches her back. When you glance up Bob is watching her with rapt attention.

“Oh god,” he gasps, shifting forward. You can feel him twitch inside you as your body throbs with need.

Natasha’s movements become faster and her breath comes out in short little bursts. She looks beautiful like this, on the edge of coming with her head thrown back. She cups her breast with one hand and plucks at her nipple. Your stomach tightens, and the ache between your thighs intensifies as she comes with a little shout. Seconds tick past and both you and Bob watch her, tense and needy. Finally, she opens her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.

“You’re both so patient,” she praises softly.

She stands, leaning over to kiss you first. One hand smoothing down your throat to cup your breast. When she’s done kissing you she traces the outline of your lips with her fingers and without being asked you open your mouth and lick them clean, hollowing your cheeks. You love the way she tastes, tart, and slightly sweet. She hums appreciatively and pulls her fingers free.

“Good girl,” she whispers.

Natasha turns her attention to your boyfriend next, caressing the side of his face. He leans into her touch, eyes closing. She gives him a surprisingly gentle kiss before fixing his glasses.

“Make her come, Bob,” she commands.

He obeys her order instantly and you gasp, clutching his biceps when he snaps his hips forward. You pull him down for a kiss and wrap an arm around his shoulder, needing him close. Bob buries his face in your neck, groaning. When he mouths at the skin of your throat you rake your nails down his back.

“Touch yourself baby.”

You know Natasha is talking to you now, her dark brown eyes full of desire. You do as she asks and slip a hand between you and Bob. It feels good to touch yourself, adding to the sensations your boyfriend is drawing from your body. The coil in your gut tightens and the little sounds Bob makes are turning desperate. He’s close.

“Ladies first,” Natasha reminds him, grabbing a fistful of his dirty blond hair and yanking his head back. His whole chest is flushed and though he hasn't stopped fucking you, it’s clear he’s struggling to hold back. Neither of you wants to disappoint your girlfriend.

“I’m almost there,” you promise him, swirling your finger around your clit intently. The beginning of your orgasm sweeps up your chest and you cry out, hips rising as it intensifies and crests, consuming you.

“That’s it,” Natasha encourages as you shudder, “come for us.”

Through half-lidded eyes, you watch her release, Bob. He falls forward, thrusting into you harshly. It doesn’t take long for him to come, his hips stuttering and mouth parting soundlessly. Above you Natasha smiles, clearly pleased. She strokes Bob’s sweaty back and presses a kiss to his cheek before whispering something to him. Whatever she says makes him flush an even deeper red.

“Yes ma’am,” he agrees, looking back at you with a grin.

“What?” You ask, amused.

“Phoenix, she uh,” he starts, licking his lips. “She wants to clean you up and then uh, me after.”

“Clean us up?” You ask confused.

“With my mouth,” Natasha clarifies, pushing at Bob’s chest until he slips out of your body. She settles herself between your legs, rubbing the inside of your thighs comfortingly as she gazes at you. You can feel Bob’s cum leaking out of you. Heat creeps into your face at the way you’re on display for her. Now that your body isn't buzzing with need you feel self-conscious again.

“Love you like this,” she purrs, lifting her face to look you in the eye.

“You’re beautiful,” Bob agrees, caressing your knee. Your heart swells at their reassurance and you lay back, resting a hand on your stomach.

“You left her a fucking mess though, Bob,” she chastises. “I might be too tired to get to you after this. Baby, maybe you should help him,” she tells you.

You catch Bob’s eye, dropping your gaze to his cock. He’s still half-hard, the muscles of his stomach tensing when you lick your lips.

“I think I can manage that,” you say.

You crook a finger at him and he shuffles forward, a dopey look on his face that makes you grin in return.

God, you love them both.

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It comes with perks (Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

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Summary: When you need someone to be your fake boyfriend to get you out of a situation with your ex, Hangman is the closest guy you find. What needed to be a one time thing, turned out into a long term act of fake dating. Certainly now that your dad Iceman is involved in as well. Slowly the lines of fake dating fade as Hangman becomes obessed with you, a ray of sunshine. When your ex tries to get back in your life, Jake becomes protective, finally ending those unclear lines of fake dating.

Phoenix and you entered Penny’s bar when your phone suddenly rang. Taking it out, the nametag on it made your eyes widen. You touched Phoenix on her shoulder, letting her know you needed a moment. She simply smiled, heading further into the bar to the booth were Bob, Coyote and Fanboy already were. The phone kept buzzing as you weren’t sure what to do. Panicking a bit as to say. You knew not picking up, would do nothing as he would just keep calling you.

Answering was even terrible, as you knew he’d say anything to get you to yield. Like a collective caller, kept he calling you. Looking around frantically, you spotted the first person at Penny’s bar. You rushed over to the bar, pulling Hangman back by his shoulder. – “Emergency, you’re my boyfriend.” – you breathed out, holding the phone out to him. Hangman smiled cocky. – “Well, well. If you were desperate for a kiss, you’d just had to ask Y/n.” – Hangman replied all smug to your annoyance.

“No. No! You’re not actually my boyfriend.” – you informed him hastily. Hangman furrowed his brows, frowning. – “Make up your mind girl.” – he let out confused to what was happening. You moved your phone higher up for him to notice. – “I need you to be my boyfriend and make him stop calling me!” – you called out almost frantically at how slow he was catching up.

“Right.” – He simply said, setting a beer down and taking your phone in his hand. He answered the phone, giving you a cheeky eyebrow wiggle. Hangman didn’t even listen to what the other person was saying on the phone. – “Listen bud, stop calling my girlfriend.” – he spoke through. He heard an immediate response. – “Uhm her boyfriend.” – Hangman answered, showing you a goofy look at how obvious it was who he was talking to.

The man kept blabbing in his ear as Hangman had little interest in keeping him on the phone. – “Stop calling us, bye.” – he spoke in such a manufactured voice, he could work in sales and be dealing with a terrible customer but still upholding his work voice. Hangman hung up, giving you the phone back. – “Thank you!” – you let out relieved, bending a bit through your knees out of gratitude. – “So what do I get in return?” – Hangman asked.

“This beer?” – you suggested, placing your hand on the counter by it. Hangman tsked his tongue. – “Already paid for it sunshine.” – he said with a chuckle. – “Fine.” – you breathed out. – “I’ll clean your locker.” – you took out another suggestion as Hangman thought. – “How about wash my clothes?” – he responded. – “Deal.” – you agreed it was just that. Hangman shook hands with you to seal the deal.

He picked up his beer, throwing his arm over your shoulder. – “Who was the dude anyways?” – he asked, leading you to the others. – “My ex.” – you sighed out. Hangman looked half in shock at you. – “I didn’t know you dated someone.” – he called out as you had to shush his loud voice. – “It was like 6 months ago.” – you informed him.

“And he’s still calling you?” – Hangman blurted out as you hummed with a nod as response. – “I can’t shake him off.” – you sighed out nearing the booth with your friends. – “Well good thing your boyfriend saved the day.” – Hangman winked with a ridiculous smile. – “Not my boyfriend.” – you reminded him before sitting down.

Back in the locker room, you were washing Hangman’s attire. Washing them by hand as he called them delicate and needed to be handled with care. – “Uhm what are you doing?” – Phoenix asked seeing you in the locker room as she had walked by. – “Are those Hangman’s clothing?” – she pointed out when you had pulled it up to see if it was clean enough, revealing his nametag. – “Phoenix!” – you called out startled, splashing some water as your arms lowered immediately. – “Why are you washing his clothes?” – she wanted to know. – “I owe it to him.” – you responded, scrubbing his pilot gear.

“You dared to bet with Hangman. Bold.” – she answered impressed. – “It’s not that.” – you told her with a soft sigh. – “He did something for me, so I have to return the favour.” – you explained. – “Right.” – Phoenix widened her eyes briefly in delight. – “If your dad could see you know.” – she chuckled a bit. – “He’d flip that you fell so low.” You grunted soft. – “Good thing my dad.” – you emphasized. – “Can’t see me.” – you replied bitsy. – “Ohh cold touch.” – Phoenix teased touching her own shoulder. You scooped up some water, splashing it at her to wipe that smile off her face.

Phoenix screamed, dodging away when the water came her way. Half laughing, you teasing her with another scoop as she already darted away. When you were finished up with Hangman’s uniforms, you hung them neatly to dry. You came out of the lockers, making your way out of the hangar when you got pulled aside by Rooster. He pushed you firm up against the wall. – “Are you dating Hangman?” – called out at the brink of losing his mind. – “What?” – you responded confused.

“Are you dating him?” – Rooster wanted to know with a stern look. – “What, no, no…” – you replied waving your hands across. Rooster exhaled deep moving his fingers through his hair. – “Who told you this?” – you asked curious. – “Hangman has been bragging to everyone he’s dating you.” – Rooster let you know. Your eyes widened with shock.

You pushed Rooster a bit back, to make some room for you to leave. You needed to find Hangman and you needed to find him now. Jogging out of the hangar into the open. You saw a group of people near the F16’s going over to them. The closer you got, the clearer you saw Hangman amongst them.

“Hangman!” – you shouted drawing his attention. – “Looks like my girlfriend needs me.” – he said to Fanboy and Coyote all smug. Coyote rolled with his eyes as Fanboy shook his head. Hangman turned round to you, welcoming you with a warm smile. – “Yes my love.” – he said as you grabbed him firmly by the arm, dragging him away from the others. – “So eager.” – Hangman whispered to his friends with a chuckle. You came to a stop, letting harshly go of him.

“What are you doing?” – you called out giving him a little shove. – “Au.” – Jake mouthed pretending to be hurt from your shove. – “Jake!” – you called out wanting an answer out of him. – “What?” – he replied loud, making himself taller. – “Why are you telling everyone we are dating?” – you freaked out. Jake scoffed loud, turning his head away. – “Are we not?” – he answered cocky, wanting to slip his arm over your shoulder. It made you puff annoyed, crossing your arms.

“Oh come on Y/n, don’t be such a baby about it.” – Jake said taking you by the elbow, wanting you to uncross your arms. – “It’s a joke, sunshine.” – he kept tugging at your arm, trying to be smooth and cool at the same time. – “Sunshine!” – you suddenly heard loud, making you straighten your back. Hangman’s back straightened as well. Cyclone appeared coming to you. – “Iceman wants to speak to you.” – he said firmly, making your shoulders slouch. Jake was snickering quietly at you with a little point. – “He asked for both of you!” – Cyclone made clear, making Jake’s smile drop.

You tugged on his elbow, pulling him with you. Following Cyclone inside and up the stairs to Iceman’s desk. Cyclone knocked on the door, before popping his head inside. – “They are present.” – he said to Iceman. Cyclone stepped aside, expression flat as he allowed you to walk in. – “Tell me, am I hanging?” – Jake whispered to Cyclone wanting to know his outcome. Cyclone ignored him, giving him an extra shove into the room. – “Dad!” – you said with mixed expectations, opening your arms to a hug.

Iceman got up from behind his desk, coming to hug you. – “How is my little girl?” – he asked. – “Flying and thriving.” – you told him, making him form a smile on his lips. His gaze then shifted to Jake, who swallowed nervously. Iceman got all serious. He went to sit again, gesturing for you to sit as well. Jake and you sat down, unsure what to expect. – “So you are the one dating my daughter.” – Iceman spoke. – “Dad no…” – you blurted out, waving your hands across.

Iceman observed Hangman closely as it made him move uncomfortable in the chair. – “How’s his flying?” – he asked. – “Superb… sir.” – Jake replied loudly, humbling himself immediately. Iceman glanced your way. You could only smile sheepishly at him. – “I’m a bit saddened you didn’t tell me Y/n.” – Iceman began. – “But he looks decent enough. As long as he doesn’t hurt you… or else…” – Iceman gave Hangman his death stare.

Jake swallowed again. – “Dad we’re not…” – you began wanting to explain as Jake grabbed your hand out of the blue. – “No, no sunshine, it’s okay. He knows now.” – Jake spoke upholding the image of dating. You stared confused at him, why he would even want to go on with his stupid joke. – “Jake, this is my dad.” – you said between clenched teeth to him. Making it clear that he didn’t need to mess around. – “I’m so happy for you Y/n.” – Iceman said cheery.

“The man’s happy Y/n, let him be.” – Jake said to guilt trip you. You sighed soft letting yourself fall back in the chair. Jake got up. – “Well it was nice of you to call us in, sir.” – Jake said, nudging you to get up as well. Your dad chuckled happily at his manners as you could only roll your eyes. Jake extended his hand out to Iceman. Iceman took it to shake. – “I’m not one for favours, but if you ever need one for my daughter.” – he whispered to Jake with a wink.

Jake breathed out a laugh of surprise, glancing your way. Just to rub his it more in your face. – “Now we must really go.” – Hangman spoke tapping your elbow, to get you to follow. – “Give her a kiss.” – Iceman replied. Jake’s expression dropped. – “S’cuse me?” – he blurted out. – “Give her a kiss.” – he repeated gesturing at you.

Jake looked sheepishly at you, chuckling nervously. – “Sir truly…” – Jake began wanting to talk his way out of it. – “I want to see just how much you care for my daughter.” – Iceman persisted. Hangman took your hand, pulling you closer to give a kiss on the cheek. – “Give her a real kiss!” – Iceman shouted out of good sports. Jake sighed loud with a soft drop of his gaze. You raised your eyebrow at him, curious to see what he would do. He took you by the elbow, pulling you even closer.

“Just a quick one.” – he whispered to you. – “One second.” – you responded. Hangman held his finger up to his lips, looking all smug. He lowered his finger, giving you a quick nod before he’d kiss you. Your lips touched for a split second, pulling away quick. Iceman shook his head with disappointment. – “We have to go dad!” – you called out, opening the door. Dragging Jake with you out of his office. Downstairs, you let go of Jake.

“Your joke just escalated Hangman. Now my dad knows!” – you called out panicking. – “Hey you asked me to be your boyfriend.” – Jake replied loud. – “For like a few seconds.” – you shouted back. – “You asked for this Y/n.” - Jake answered loud taking off. – “Where are you going?” – you called out to him. Jake turned around, pulling his shoulders up. It made you groan loud.

Phoenix and you were stretching before exercise. – “Boyfriend coming over.” – she pointed out, turning her torso, holding her arm by her elbow. You looked up seeing Hangman come over with the other boys. It made you look at her with a certain glance. Phoenix stopped, walking off when Hangman came near. She joined the others behind him. – “You know for a sunshine, you frown a lot.” – he pointed out, touching your forehead.

You slapped his hand away. He grabbed you by the shoulders, moving his head closer to you. – “Smile, your dad is going to watch.” – he whispered making you widen your eyes. Jake moved aside from you, throwing his arm over you as he led you to the others. Maverick, Cyclone and Iceman neared. You all followed Maverick to the beach for a match of rugby. A good team exercise Maverick would call it. Cyclone and Iceman sat down, watching the pathetic play of rugby.

Hangman and you were on opposite teams. Fanboy had the ball, throwing it at Coyote. Hangman jumped in front of him, catching the football before his eyes. He then ran with it to your side, throwing his hard on the ground. He called it out in victory, pointing towards Iceman. Iceman clapped for Hangman’s score. He then looked all smug at you. Phoenix nudged you as you rolled your eyes at him. Trying not to find it sweet. Rooster caught the ball wanting to throw it at you. You caught it, wanting to run when you got picked up from the ground.

Hangman had picked you up, making you squeal loud out of surprise. Your feet hit the ground again, as he kept his arms around you. – “Try getting out of this now, sunshine.” – he breathed out. You wriggled in his grip for freedom. When you weren’t getting any, you tried running. Hangman laughed loud, squeezing his arms tighter around you. – “Where are you going sunshine?” – he laughed out. You tried so hard not to laugh as well, not to enjoy it too, but you failed.

You stopped trying to run, laughing loud. You tossed the football over to Bob. You showed him your empty hands, showing him his attempt to stop you failed. Hangman picked you up in response, making you squeal again. He then pressed a kiss on your cheek so quick, he barely caught himself doing it. You turned round in his embrace, staring a bit at him. Jake stared back at you.

Swallowing, he let go of you, scratching his neck sheepishly. You looked blissful away. The two of you hesitantly got back into the game, questioning whether you were actually starting to like each other or that it was the drive of fake dating for a while now.

After practise, you were all exhausted. Having been playing till the sun had set. Worn out, you all decided to grab a few drinks at Penny’s bar. You went up to her bar as Jake followed. Almost instinctively. You held four fingers up to Penny, ordering beer. Jake leaned with his elbows on the counter, throwing you a smug smile. Your phone vibrated in your pocket. Confused, you pulled it out holding it to the front. Jake’s eye fell on the caller, taking the phone from your hand before you could react.

He picked up, turning around to lean against the counter with his back. – “What do you want?” – he said bothered. Your ex didn’t even have to finish his sentence when Jake spoke again. – “Listen asshole, if you call her one more time. I’ll make sure you’ll never see daylight again. You won’t see me coming. I’ll fly above your house, aiming for your pathetic bedroom and you’ll be burned to crisps in a matter of seconds.” – Jake threatened making you stare in shock at him.

“She doesn’t want you cause I’m her boyfriend. She’s mine and let me tell you ass, I don’t like sharing.” – Jake said over the phone. – “This was your last call or you’re dead!” – he angrily hung up the phone. – “Thank… thank you…” – you said astonished by how hot that was. Jake tugged your phone in his pocket.

Penny arrived with the drinks as he took them, motioning with his head for you to follow. You slid into a booth with him as the others were waiting. Hangman threw an arm over your shoulder, pushing you closer to him. It made you feel like squealing. The lines of pretend and real blurring away. Jake caught you staring at him, melting as he saw you smile like the sun back at him. He moved his head closer to you, wanting to kiss you in that moment, but caught himself just in time.

He shifted his head to the side, kissing your cheek instead. It didn’t feel satisfying, but he wouldn’t dare himself to kiss you out of the blue with everyone around. Your friends were so used to the two of you dating, they hardly had any eye for it. Not clear it was all an act, started from a joke. After an hour or two, checked Jake his watch. – “I’m taking Y/n home.” – he said removing his arm from you. He got out of the booth, taking you with him.

You said goodbye to the others. Jake grabbed your hand, walking out of Penny’s bar with you. Outside he was still holding your hand as it made you snicker soft. – “No one’s watching Hangman.” – you told him. Hangman looked at you with eyes full of affection. – “I know.” – he responded, pausing you. – “Are we still faking it?” – he asked catching you by surprise. Unsure, you pulled your shoulders up. That seemed to answer Hangman enough as he cupped your cheeks, kissing your lips.

The kiss was long, anticipating the moment till he could finally kiss you. His tender kiss moved to longing and desperation as his hands grabbed you tightly. You kissed him back, fully surrendering under his spell. The lines of fake dating having been shattered long ago.

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