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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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Late Night Distractions

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

Word count: 0.9k

Note: based on personal experience 🙃 2k celebration!

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

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x bestfriend!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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topguncortez · 7 months

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Let Your Senses Guide You || Whumptober Day 3 - N. Trace

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Synopsis: Natasha thinks she has everything under control after the bird strike, but you think she's heading towards a break down.

word count: 2.9k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: Overstimulation

warnings: bird strike, panic attack, mentions of character death, anger, grief, mentions of injury

You knew what you were getting into when you started dating the lovely and strong Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. She was a fierce woman, with a passion for flying, something the two of you both shared. You loved that look in her eye that she got when she would walk out onto the flight deck and see her most prized possession. You loved the sound of her voice when she was calling commands or giving shit right back to Hangman. Natasha was born to fly, and you loved that you got a front-row ticket to watch her day after day.

But, you also knew all of the risks that come with being one of the best the Navy has to offer. Hell, you knew it probably better than anyone. You were a mere months old when your father, Nick Bradshaw, had met his untimely end doing the one thing that he loved more than being a father to you and Bradley.

You liked to pretend that the death of Nick Bradshaw didn’t bother you. You didn’t even know the man who your brother looked so much alike. You only had the stories that Bradley, your mother, and Maverick had told you. You told yourself that you couldn’t be sad over his death, or even fear that the same fate could happen to Bradley or anyone else you loved.

But you were scared that the same tragic accident could happen to Bradley or anyone else you loved.

This was why when you heard Natasha’s panicked voice come over the radio, your heart stopped in your chest. Your vision started to blacken as you stared at the clunky radio sitting on the bar top in the rec room. Your hands began to sweat and feel clammy as Bob called out that they were losing altitude. You felt your knees go weak and your stomach started to turn.

“Eject Phoenix! You can’t save it!”

“Fuck! Okay! Eject! Eject! Eject!”

Then, the radio went silent.

Bradley looked over his shoulder at you, the look of fear quickly placed with concern as he saw your internal panic. He swiftly paced over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, that seemed to pull you from the darkest thoughts swirling in your mind. You hadn’t spared him a glance when you shoved past him and ran out to the flight deck, watching as emergency crews were starting to arrive. Maverick’s jet was quick to land and the older pilot was barking orders to the emergency crews about where to go, how far out they were, and that he had only seen one parachute.

You had waited for agonizing hours in the rec room with Rooster. Since neither of you was related to Bob and Phoenix, you were both told you could wait for news in the rec room. Rooster was a ball of anxiety as his knee bounced relentlessly, while you were silent staring out at the setting sun. The moment Maverick had walked in and said they were going to be alright, you didn’t wait a second longer in the room, getting to Phoenix at the hospital as quickly as you could. You were lucky that Maverick had already pulled some strings and made some calls, so the nurses could let you in.

“Natasha,” You breathed out, the moment your feet came to the threshold of her room. She looked up at you, a small smile gracing her face.

“It’s Bachelor night, and they won’t let me watch TV,” A small sob left your lips as you ran to her, nearly collapsing in her lap, “Hey, shh, it’s alright, I’m alright,” Natasha cooed, running her hand over your back. Your hair was still pulled back in a tight bun and you were still in your flight suit.

You shook your head, sitting back on her bed, “I have never been so scared in my life,” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, “Please, don’t leave me. Not like that. Not like how my. . . Just not like that.”

Natasha sat up in her hospital bed, a small wince leaving her lips as she grabbed your hand, “I will never ever leave you. I may not always agree with you, or remember when your cat’s birthday is, but I will never leave you. You got that? You’re stuck with me, Bradshaw.”

You nodded your head. Phoenix smiled, sitting back in her bed and holding her arms out. You didn’t hesitate and collapsed right in her warm embrace, your head resting on her chest, listening to the steady sound of her heartbeat.

“Shouldn’t I be the one holding-”

“Shh,” Natasha giggled, running her hand up and down your back.

That night, as you slept soundly in your lover’s arms, Natasha was plagued with the images of making you a widow. The sound of your sobs, the image of Bradley having to hold you up while Bob presented you with a flag that was draped over a dark mahogany coffin, and a large picture of Natasha standing in the corner. It was the worst feeling in the world, even if it was only a nightmare. Sometimes, dreams come true.

— — —

It only took three days for Natasha to be cleared and get back up in the air. Natasha had some bruises and small burns from the ejection. Bob, on the other hand, couldn’t come back until next week, dealing with a minor concussion and sprained wrist. Natasha didn’t want to get in the air without Bob, but she also knew how important it was that training for the mission still be carried out. She already felt days behind everyone else on training, and they hadn’t learned anything new.

“You ready for today?” You asked, looking over to the other side of the sink. Natasha wasn’t normally a morning person, so her silence didn’t normally offend you, but today, it sent a small shiver down your spine.

“As I’ll ever be,” Natasha said as she slicked back her brown hair.

Natasha’s body might’ve healed in the past three days, but you could tell her mind had not. The dream she had the first night in the hospital had plagued her for the past three nights. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was your tear-stained face as you were handed a folded flag and a copy of her dog tags.

You had opened up to Natasha about how hard it was for your mom after your dad died. How depressed Carole had become to the point where every year on Goose’s anniversary, she would crawl into bed and spend the whole day clutching one of his Hawaiian shirts. Natasha hated that her mind kept showing her images of your dull, lifeless eyes clutching onto one of her shirts and laying motionless in bed.

“Nat,” You sighed, putting your hairbrush down, “You don’t need to”

“If I don’t go then that could take me out of the running to go on this mission. And over my dead body will I let you go fly with Hangman,” Natasha spat, angrily throwing her hair items into her toiletry bag. The other dream Natasha was having was if it had been you who didn’t eject in time from the jet. If it had been your coffin and your funeral and Natasha having to be held up by your brother. It was torture either way.

You nodded your head, knowing the history that was between Phoenix and Hangman, and why she didn’t want to be up in the sky with him. Instead, you followed her lead, packing up your hair items and getting dressed in your flight suit. Natasha was already waiting by the door with her duffle bag, lunch box, and travel mug in her hand. You avoided looking at her as you grabbed your things and walked out behind her.

The first thing you had on the docket was a hop with your brother. You were happy to be in the sky, Maverick had you grounded for the past three days, keeping a close eye on you. Bradley had expressed some concern for you, worried that you might be scared to go back up in the sky after Phoenix’s accident. But you’re a Bradshaw, flying is in your blood. The only way you were going to feel better was by being in the air.

You had stopped briefly in the classroom, setting down your coffee mug and notebook, before going and getting suited up for your flight. You had barely said anything to Natasha, watching as she sat in her usual spot in the front row, the seat next to her vacant. You knew that she would be watching on the screen as you and Rooster attempted to complete the course. So far, the two of you have been the only ones to complete the course and keep your wingman alive. Now, Maverick had put the two of you together to see if you could complete it.

“You ready for this?” Rooster asked as you walked towards your planes.

You nodded your head, “Yep. You know me, I’m no good in a classroom. Got the need for speed.”

Rooster shook his head, “How’s Nat?”

Your smile faltered as you stood in front of your F/A-18, “Getting there. I think the birdstrike shook her up more than she let on. She hasn’t really talked about it.”

You had tried to get Natasha to talk to you about it. You knew that she was having nightmares at night, you could feel her moving and trashing beside you and waking up with a jolt. But anytime you ask her, she denies it. She tells you that she’s fine, and she’s just restless to get back up in the sky. However, her brown eyes, the ones that you loved so much told a different story. They told a story of fear, of anxiety.

But you couldn’t worry about Natasha. Not when you had the weight of this mission on your shoulders as you waited for the signal for you to take off. You hadn’t ever flown a mission with your brother before. Sure, the two of you had been stationed on the same carrier, but never did you two take the air at the same time. When you learned the risks of this mission and knew that either one of you would be chosen to fly it, a certain weight settled in the pits of your stomachs. Neither one of you could fathom losing the other, after losing both of your parents. Rooster had become the one constant in your life. Every time you took to the air, you flew as if it was the real thing. As if one of you might not come home.

— — —

“Why is she dead?” Maverick’s voice cut through the silence. You sat next to your brother, head hung in defeat. The hop had almost gone perfect, almost. . . but Rooster had decreased his speed, making so you had to pull up to avoid hitting him at the last moment, and you had set off the SAMs.

“He made it to the target,” You justified.

“Not good enough,” Maverick shook his head, “Yes, he made it to the target, but he caused you to get hit by a SAM. That’s not the goal of this.”

You licked your lips, “Rooster is one of the only people to make it to the target. Yes, I had to pull up and go above the Hard Deck and set off the SAMs, but he still made it to the-”

“That’s not the point of the mission!” Phoenix cut you off. You couldn’t see her face as she was sitting in front of you, but you furrowed your brows confused by her outburst. She never spoke out like that, not even when Maverick had grilled her about why she had “killed” Bob. Phoenix was always the pilot one, nodding and taking notes on how she could do better.

You looked up at Maverick, concern in your eyes. He sighed, “I agree with Phoenix. That’s not the point of the mission. Rooster made it to the target but it cost your life. . . that’s not how this mission gets completed.”

You clenched your jaw and looked out the window of the classroom. You listened as Maverick called up Phoenix, Fanboy, and Coyote to go for their hop. Phoenix walked by you, not saying a single word or even bothering to look at you. You shook your head, standing up and following after her.

“Nix!” You shouted, making the female pilot stop in her tracks. She slowly turned to you, her face stoic, “What was that in there? Are you okay?”

Phoenix looked you in the eye, blinking a couple of times. She clenched her jaw and looked down at her boots, “I’m fine. The goal of the mission is to get to the target, destroy it and everyone comes home,” She looked back up at you, her eyes hard, “If you have some sort of death wish, maybe you shouldn’t go.”

You scoffed as Phoenix brushed past you, making sure to bump your shoulder with hers. You watched her frame retreat down the hallway and out towards the flight deck. With a sigh, you turned on your heels and headed back to the classroom. Rooster shot you a look of concern as you sat back down, but you just shook your head.

It wasn’t long before the trio’s location beacons were turned on, and two digital fighter jets showed up on the map in the front of the classroom. They were sitting on the flight deck, waiting for the all-clear to go take to the sky. Rueben’s voice filled the classroom as he called to the tower for clearance. You waited with bated breath to hear Natasha’s commanding voice, but you were met with silence.

“Lieutenant Trace?” The tower called, “Lieutenant Trace, the sky is clear.”

Phoenix couldn’t feel anything. The only thing she knew was that she was breathing. She could feel her lungs compressing and inflating with every inhale and exhale. Her vision was blurry as she looked down at the dash of the new multi-million dollar jet that the Navy had given her. It made her head spin on how quickly they had just given her another jet after she crashed the last one. Her helmet and flight gear felt exponentially heavy as she sat frozen.

“Phoenix, the sky is yours. You’re good for take off,” The tower said to her over comms.

“No, I’m not,” Phoenix whispered. She wasn’t sure what set her off, what put her into this panic. Maybe it was watching as an animated SAM hit her girlfriend’s animated cockpit on the map. Maybe it was the way you had justified being hit because Rooster made it to the target on time. Maybe it was the fact she was just not ready yet but felt like she had to be.

“Phoenix! We need to go!” Coyote called over comms, but the girl shook her head.

“Get me out,” Phoenix mumbled, her hands fiddling with the belt holding her in place, “Get me out! Get me out!” She pounded on the top of her canopy. Her breaths became frantic as she pressed the button for the canopy to open. It felt like the oxygen had been ripped from her lungs. Her helmet felt heavy as if it could snap her neck.

Phoenix wasn’t sure what happened next, but she felt the canopy of her jet open, and fresh air come rushing into her lungs. She felt someone’s hands touching her, helping her out of her safety belt, and gently out of the jet. Her vision was still blurry, as her feet hit solid ground and her knees gave way. Phoenix shut her eyes tightly, expecting her knees to hit the hard concrete, but instead, she was gently led to the ground.

“Look at me, Nat,” A calm, familiar voice called out to her. She could feel dainty, yet calloused hands on her face, thumbs brushing away the tears she didn’t know were falling, “Breathe with me, okay?” Natasha nodded her head, “Ready, inhale,” Natasha took a deep breath, feeling her lungs fill with air, “Exhale, slow,” Natasha did as she was told, her heart rate starting to slow.

Slowly, Natasha became aware of where she was. She looked down at the black tar of the tarmac. Her flight suit suddenly felt tighter than normal as she looked around, noticing the other officers and aviators staring at her. Her brown eyes then trailed to the owner of the hands on her face. Your eyes were glassy with tears as Natasha grabbed your wrists, running her thumbs on the inside. Natasha’s bottom lip wobbled, as a sob threatened to escape her lips. You quickly pulled her into a hug, resting her head on your chest.

“It’s alright,” You looked up at the sky, blinking back tears, “It’s okay.”

“I’m not ready to fly,” Natasha sobbed, “I-I just can’t do it. Every time I just think o-of what happened. I-I almost killed some-”

“No,” You pulled back from her, holding her face in your hands again, “It was an accident. You didn’t almost kill Bob. You did what you were trained to do, and that was to try and recover. If anything, you saved Bob’s life with your quick thinking.”

Natasha nodded, “I don’t like feeling like this.”

“No one does, baby,” You smiled sadly, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, “It’s what makes us human.”

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