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Love Rises From The Ashes 🔥 | Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace Imagine

Takes place after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Lt. Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x male rockstar!reader (romantic), Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x reader (past romance), dagger squad x reader (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, light angst, mentioned of implied suggestive content| Male!reader (he/him) | wc: 7.1k

Premise: High school sweethearts don’t always get a second chance at love. Natasha Trace and Y/n L/n surely didn’t think they would. With Natasha becoming one of the best fighter pilots the Navy has ever produced and Y/n sealing his name as rock music’s resident bad boy, the two couldn’t be on opposite sides of the spectrum. But fate seems to work in mysterious ways.

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Note: to the anon who requested this I hope you enjoyed it! So sorry it took awhile, I had to deal with dropping a class and things came up so I hope I delivered with everything you imagined. Thank you so much for your patience ! I had so much fun writing this and loved every second! ♥️

Songs headcanon for rockstar!reader: “Giving Up the Gun” by Vampire Weekend, “Where I Come From,” by Passion Pit, “The Antidote,” by St. Vincent, “No Control,” & “Girl Almighty” by One Direction, “These Streets,” by Bastille, “Beggin’” By Måneskin.

February 2023

“Hello I’m Ryan Secrest and we are live from the red carpet at Crypto.com Arena at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards! It’s the biggest night in music with all the stars here tonight—Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, Lizzo, Bad Bunny and Beyonce have been spotted. Hip-Hop celebrates 50 years with a stellar lineup in tonight’s tribute as well as honors to music legends Smokey Robinson and Berry Gordy. Everyone’s buzzing about the upcoming performance—Bad Bunny is rumored to be opening the show and rock n roll bad boy Y/n L/n will be sharing the stage with icons The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Stay tuned or tap into our livestream happening on YouTube as we greet music's biggest stars as they walk the red carpet.”

Fixing the collar of his neon green Versace suit, Y/n smiles when he feels Natasha take his hand as the limo approaches the entrance of the carpet. Dressed in a stunning black gown with neon green poking through the sides and the iconic Versace paperclips attaching them together, Nat was a goddess. Her makeup was similar to his, light with black eyeliner to accentuate her eyes with neon green graphic detailing to make it pop. Only Nat’s was clean and sharp whereas Y/n’s was smudged. A glossy nude painted her lips.

“How are you feeling?” She asked softly, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. “Nervous?” It didn’t surprise him that Nat could tell what he was feeling. They’d known each other for so long it was easy to pick up on cues from one another.

“You would think I’d be used to this by now,” Y/n chuckled, flipping his hand so his palm encased hers. “After so many years….but still the carpet part has me sweating.” Briefly thinking back to one of his first red carpets, Y/n internally cringed as the image of him not knowing what the hell to do and talking to so many reporters in a short amount of time. Nowadays he’s had no filter and will say whatever shit comes to mind. The media loves it obviously…except when it’s directed at them.

For the rockstar, he only liked showing up to award shows for the show itself. He looked forward to sitting in the chairs with fellow musicians, watching performances, and the thrill of excitement when he won whatever he was nominated for.

Personally he could do without the red carpet. But unfortunately it came with the event. It was the fucking Grammy’s after all.

Nat patted his hand, pulling him from the memory, “You’re a pro at this, babe. Patty and I will be there every step.” Patty was his publicist, who really made it easier for him on carpets by telling the interviewer to keep it fast and quick. “And if you feel overwhelmed or want to get out of there quickly just squeeze my hand and we’ll book it.” The offer makes Y/n laugh, kissing Nat’s hand as he brings it to his lips.

“What would I do without you, Natasha Trace?”

“I like to not think about that,” she teases with a smirk, “But you’d probably try to find a backdoor to sneak into the stadium.”

“Yeah…I definitely would.”

As the limo came to a stop, Y/n mentally prepared himself to face the dozens of cameras, screaming fans, and vulture reporters. He wondered where the guys were going to be seated. Knowing Rooster they probably got the floor beside the stage reserved for fans or front rows of the stands on the side. Either way, he was gonna search them out once they got inside.

Cheers met Y/n’s ears, ringing as he gave a brief wave when stepping out of the vehicle. Turning he held out his hand to assist Natasha, her diamond engagement ring sparkling under the daylight. The cheers seemed to increase at the sight of her, the woman blushing while Y/n smoothed out the fabric of her dress. With a kiss to her cheek, he took her hand and led her onto the carpet, both waving to the many supporters calling out to them.

“Y/n, I love you!!!”

“You look gorgeous, Natasha!! You guys are so hot!!”

“Good luck tonight—it’s your year!!”

Then you had the photographers shouting over them.

“Y/n, Natasha, over here!!”

“Can we get a glimpse of that ring, Natasha?”

“When’s the wedding—are you two having it in San Diego or New York?”

“Over here, Y/n, over here!”

“Y/n, are you excited to perform with the Red Hot Chili Peppers tonight?”

“Yes I am,” he replied over the noise, making the guy give a smile of victory he got acknowledged. “It’s gonna be epic, I can tell you that.”

Soon it came time for the interviews. And God was there a lot. E! Network, Access Hollywood, MTV, ABC, EXTRA, Hollywood Reporter, Entertainment Tonight, & The Insider….and those were just the major ones. Smaller networks were present as well, but thankfully Y/n’s publicist only scheduled him for the big ones.

“Y/n, Natasha, lovely to see you two here tonight,” the lady from Entertainment Tonight greeted them with a smile, “you two look stunning—who are you wearing?”

“These are custom pieces from Donatella Versace herself,” smoothing a hand down his chest, Y/n gave Natasha a twirl to show off her gown. “It’s the Grammy’s so you know we had to roll in nothing but the best.”

“As you should—we love to see it. Let me be the one of many congratulations on your recent engagement,” the couple grinned, thanking her while the camera panned to Nat’s ring. “You two have been together for four years, correct?”

“Going on four this year. But if you count when we were teenagers then about seven,” Winking, Y/n sees Nat blush once more, the reporter lovin the juicy details.

“That’s right, you two were high school sweethearts. How was it when you guys rekindled, did it feel like it was back then or sorta fresh?”

Natasha answered this time, “A mix of both really. We had been good friends as kids that blossomed into young love before fate took us separate ways. When we reunited it was almost like meeting a different person while also feeling the sense of familiarity within them. If that makes sense,” she laughs at the end.

“I agree, but then again I know not to disagree with this one,” Y/n teases, tickling Nat’s side to make her giggle. The reporter and cameras were eating it up. Y/n brings his fiancée closer to him, “We gotta thank our buddy, aka my old flame turned bestie, Rooster, who brought us back together. That’s not his actual name by the way,” the rockstar laughs at the perplexed expression of the reporter, “He is not named after a male chicken.”

“Old flame?” She hums curiously, “by that do you mean your ex?”

Y/n feels his publicist tap him on the shoulder, signaling it was time to go to the next interviewer. Squeezing Nat’s hand, he smirks to the camera, “He prefers to be called, ‘long-term booty call,’.” With that he spun on his heel to escort Nat away, chuckling at the lady’s jaw dropping at the answer. Beside him, Nat playfully tsks, “Bradshaw’s never gonna forget that.”

“Oh he loves it.”

If you asked the 36 year old rockstar that his once fling with a hot asipiring Naval aviator would lead him to his teenage love, Y/n would’ve told you, “This ain’t a fucking romance story. But I love the optimism.”

Traveling back in time while he goes through the many reporters and photographers, Y/n could still picture the once young 15-year old smitten with the girl next door who was his best friend. What was supposed to be a pact between the two of each other’s first kiss, turned into something more than was once a fantasy to them. Both harboring crushes without saying anything until the feelings after the kiss became too much and they were spilling the confessions at the same time.

“I like you—.”

“I like you—.”

“Wait—what?”

“You serious right now?” Cue a passionate kiss seconds later. The two over the moon in what could only be described as a teenage dream happening before their eyes. Endless nights of sneaking out without their parents knowing to cuddle and skateboard down the quiet streets, exchanging kisses while the stars danced above them. Stares from their peers in school were envious on both ends. Girls jealous that Nat was with the resident bad boy they all desired to have while guys couldn’t believe Y/n pulled the girl of their dreams.

They were complete opposites.

Y/n with his gages, ripped 80s band t-shirts and chains with highlights in his hair. Kids would call him names because he liked makeup, painted his nails and often wore large shirts as dresses with heeled boots. He wasn’t afraid to call people out on their bullshit even if they were figures of authority and was open about loving people regardless of what rested between their legs. While he was smart he didn’t care much for school but still did what he had to do though it was half ass.

Then you had Natasha, captain of the color guard and member of the JROTC drill team. Every year she was elected the president or VP of the class’s student council, claiming student body president of her senior class. Popular wasn’t the right term for her. Nat was well known throughout the school by name but she wasn’t someone who surrounded herself with a lot of friends. Not to mention she wasn’t the typical stuck up bitch people associated with popularity. Kind and nurtured, Nat was the type to welcome new students and offer tutoring to those in need. She was the top student in all her classes, rumored to be the Valedictorian when she graduated and crowned homecoming Queen.

Two sides of a coin, while Natasha was the one everyone saw making it big in the world, people believed Y/n would be a lost cause in the world. His grades were the bare minimum, test scores lacking when it came to college applications and showed no interest in pursuing higher education. Really the only thing he enjoyed was music class and showed talent in English when they were in poetry lessons. His teacher once said, “These are like songs, Y/n. I’m amazed with how lyrically beautiful they are,” she reads over the lines before handing the paper back to him, “Have you ever thought of going to music school?”

“I would if my family could afford it and if it was a guarantee my work would make it big. But it’s not so why waste my time and money.” Was always his answer.

His girlfriend on the other hand had every teacher offering to write letters of recommendation. Her ACT and SAT scores were exceeding, qualifying for Ivy League schools like Harvard and Princeton. Any university Nat applied to was met with an acceptance letter, the one bringing her most joy from the Naval Academy.

It was already common knowledge to Y/n that Nat wanted to be a pilot. Ever since they were kids she was talking about planes and flying. She was one of those kids who loved going to the airport when her family went on vacation that required them flying. One time she even asked to see the cockpit and was captivated by all the controls the pilots were telling her about. Then the local air show took place at the nearby naval base, securing the dream for Natasha she was determined to achieve.

So when the summer after graduation ended, both knew what was coming.

“We’ve got each other on MySpace,” her voice is soft, keeping her eyes on him while her family finished packing up the car with her belongings. “We can write letters and send emails. Maybe even plan a visit some time?”

“Yeah,” Y/n agrees, matching her tone. Hands in his pockets, he tries not to show how heartbroken he is. It was a mutual breakup so it shouldn’t hurt too much, but when it’s your first love you’re saying goodbye to the impact is lasting. “Even if we fall off, Nat, just know I’m always rooting for you. You were made for something more than this shitty place.”

“So are you,” she counters. “You act like you have nothing going for you now that school is over, but Y/n you have so much talent. You should really try to find a band or intern at some label—no matter how small. Maybe someone will see your work. I’m rooting for you too, you know?”

“I know, Natty. I’ll think about it. You just focus on becoming the best damn pilot the Navy has ever seen. We’ll see what fate has planned for me.”

Off to the Academy, Nat shed tears as the image of her now ex-boyfriend got smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror. She could only hope they would stay in contact, or cross paths in the future, but for now she had a mission to do.

Out of school and with little to his name, Y/n packed up everything he owned and moved to New York City. There he found an ad for a roommate with a bunch of guys who attended Pratt Institute, which just so happened to be above a music store. Quickly he secured a job at the shop and worked as many days as he could to save up for equipment to start making his own music.

Unfortunately he and Natasha did fall off like he expected. It pained him to admit he wasn’t surprised, but when the two of them were on completely opposite sides of the spectrum and lives going separate paths, it was bound to happen. All he hoped was for her to be having a great time at the Academy. That she would have all her dreams come true. From the sidelines he was her cheerleader.

After a couple years of working at the store, however, the shop owners Y/n had become close to eventually allowed him to borrow some instruments they had that were not for sale—so long as he did not fuck them up. Originally Y/n planned to make mock music videos for his songs and upload them to the buzzing video sharing website YouTube.

What he didn’t plan for was his boss contacting a buddy of his who happened to work at Def Jam Records after Y/n showed him his demo for ‘Giving Up The Gun.’

“Y/n, come here real quick,” Alan called him over from behind the register, the 21-year-old noticing he was with a man in a suit. The man appeared to be the same age as Alan, shaking Y/n’s hand when he introduced himself, “The name's Dale Kingston. You must be Y/n, Alan has told me a lot about you.”

“Hello, Sir,” he politely replies, glancing over to Alan with a raised brow. “Forgive me, but he’s never mentioned me to you.” The two men lightly laugh.

“Nah I wouldn’t put it past him too. Old man likes to keep everything about him mysterious.”

“I don’t who you’re calling old,” Alan quips back playfully, “Anyway, Y/n. Dale and I go way back—we were roommates in college actually. And while I made a career of sharing the art of music by opening my businesses, Dale ended up making a career of looking for the next best talent in the industry. He’s an exec at Def Jam Records,” Y/n felt his bulge open, flickering to Dale who nodded as Alan’s lips rose to a smirk. “And I sent him what you showed me. Hope you don’t mind, but Dale would like to talk to you if you’re alright with it.”

In just one hour of conversing, Dale left Y/n with his business card and a meeting with his team at their headquarters in Manhattan that weekend. Bursting through the door of his apartment, Y/n’s roommates flinched at the sudden sound, “Get up motherfuckers we’re going out tonight!!!” At the popular gay bar just up the street from where they lived, Y/n and his roommates celebrated with drinks and made out with strangers while dancing to Rihanna and Lady Gaga blasting through the speakers.

“Yo, Y/n/n, that hottie in the Hawaiian shirt is totally eye fucking you right now.”

“Well hot damn,” he hummed in delight, making eye contact with said hottie in a Hawaiian shirt. ‘Oh I’m going home with him tonight.’

The hottie in the Hawaiian shirt was named Bradley Bradshaw. A total stud, he rocked the 80s pornstache like no other and a body Y/n wanted to lick sugar off of. He was a native of Virginia who was visiting New York with some of his friends to celebrate his impending entrance to the Naval Academy.

Y/n found this as they basked in the afterglow of their hot session following the bar, “Wait, you’re going to the Naval academy? This fall?”

“Yup,” Bradley proudly states, “It sucks though cause I’ll be the oldest in my class. I’m about to be twenty-two and I’ll be surrounded by eighteen and nineteen year olds.”

“Why is that?” At Bradley’s changed expression, Y/n quickly takes the question back. “Nevermind, don’t tell me if you don’t want to. Shit, I just made it awkward.”

“No-no-no,” Bradley chuckles, placing his beer down on the nightstand. “It’s okay—just I am still bitter about it as you can tell. My uh…the guy who was like a father to me after my dad died pulled my application when I initially sent it in high school.” The confession has Y/n frown, feeling the wave of sadness and resentment radiate off of Bradley.

“That fucking wasn’t right. Did he ever tell you why?”

“No. He wouldn’t when I confronted him,” he rubs his jaw, “I haven’t spoken to him since.”

Switching things up so as to not further upset Bradley, Y/n asks, “What are you going for?” This brings light to the man, a smile coating his face.

“Aeronautical engineering.”

Something in Y/n’s stomach flipped, “Oh wow…are you wanting to be a pilot?” Surprise now takes over, Bradley raising a brow as asks how he knew. Y/n lights a blunt, taking a deep inhale to prepare him for explaining. He would’ve offered Bradley it but now knowing he was going to a military academy it was best not to.

“My ex girlfriend is there for the same. In fact…she should be graduating next spring,” he sighs out the smoke, feeling the ease fill his veins as memories of Natasha play in his mind. “Being a pilot was all she ever dreamed of. It’s why she worked so hard in school to meet the requirements for the program. Valedictorian, Cadet Colonel of the JROTC unit—we had Air Force not Navy though,” he specified at Bradley’s tilt of the head of the ranks. “We broke up just before she moved into the dorms. It was mutual, no hard feelings at all. She was going places and at the time I wasn’t.”

“And now you’re going places?” Bradley wondered aloud. Lips lifting in a smirk, Y/n simply replied, “Let’s sure fucking hope so.”

The rest of the night was filled with small talk and discussions about each other’s hopeful future. Y/n filled Bradley in on his dreams of music and how he was meeting with execs from Def Jam. Bradley was leaving back to Virginia soon but they promised to meet up again and keep in touch. They continued to hook up a few more times after that night and even went on a few dates, but after a couple months they realized they were better off as friends. Just like with Natasha, Y/n didn’t want to tie Bradley down or expect something serious when he was just starting his Naval career.

Plus, his own dreams were just getting started.

“That was ‘Giving Up The Gun,’ by an upcoming artist from Def Jam Records, Y/n L/n. The twenty-one year old from Scottsdale, Arizona seems to be giving a new voice to rock music, throwing in elements of pop and techno that we’ve gotten lucky to hear from his newly released EP. Critics and fans have already started labeling him the next David Bowie due to his colorful hair and outfits while not being afraid to wear glitter eyeshadow and lipstick. For those of us in the studio, we’re looking forward to what Y/n has to offer the music world.”

An EP became an album. One that hit the top of the charts in its first few weeks and established Y/n as the next rock n roll bad boy. Winning Best New Artist at the VMAs and AMAs, the early 2010s had Y/n’s name written all over it. Appearances on Good Morning America and the Ellen Degeneres Show. New York became his base of operation and soon Y/n embraced the high life he was getting from making it big. Rooster and him met up often to celebrate each milestone, the two growing closer as the years went on.

The next big break came in 2011 when Y/n was offered features on the Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 2 soundtracks. ‘Where I Come From’ & ‘The Antidote’ were huge successes. He couldn’t believe he was walking the red carpet of a Hollywood premier when the film was released. And Lord was Robert Pattinson a sight for sore eyes. Kristen too. The soundtrack went on to receive a Grammy nomination with Y/n winning at the Teen Choice Awards the next summer. A world tour shortly after, Y/n fell in love with the road and meeting fans every night from across the globe.

And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the fan casts people made of him. Anytime it was announced a book was getting an adaptation, he was always what people pictured as the bad boy/sexy villain.

But acting wasn’t something Y/n was interested in. Personally he felt like he couldn’t act for shit and wouldn’t handle 12 hour work days or having to move every few months for a new project. New York was his home, with L.A being his second, and music was his life.

By 2016 Y/n had really made a name of himself in the music world. He was featured on more film soundtracks like Fast & The Furious 7 and Deadpool. Rock music got a new wave of fans. Y/n even changed it up a bit by collaborating with pop artists and rappers. ‘These Streets’ was well received by critics and fans, earning Y/n his third Grammy nomination that he had yet to win.

“You’re gonna get this year, Y/n/n,” Rooster assured him, passing a beer as they sat on the lounge chairs overlooking the beaches of Virginia. “If you don’t then they’re fucking out of their mind. Your hits this year were amazing—top of the charts and platinum in weeks! I’ll boycott them next year if they don’t give it to you.”

Unfortunately Rooster would have to make due with that promise for a few years.

Y/n didn’t want to say he cared about winning a Grammy. But truth be told he did wish he could say that of the nearly seven nominations he had received by 2019, he got a win. Whether it was Record of The Year or Album of The Year, it seemed the golden trophy was out of his reach. Whenever it was brought up in interviews he would brush it off saying, “I’m honored to have been recognized just from my nominations, but I don’t believe it should dictate how I am as an artist.”

One day he hoped to be standing on the stage, holding the award and thanking his loved ones and team who were just as much of winners as he was. But only time would tell.

Speaking of time, it seemed to work in mysterious ways.

A phone call from Rooster in December of 2019 had Y/n clad in a stunning suit appropriate for a Military ball and on his way to meet some of the pilots colleagues. It was to be a celebratory event to commemorate the group of Top Gun alumni in their successful mission stopping a uranium enrichment plant from becoming operational. Y/n had been very worried when Bradley informed him of the assignment. He was overseas finishing up his tour so one could imagine the anxiety he felt at the possibility his best friend could die.

Bradley picked Y/n up from his hotel in San Diego, the two having a quick pregame before arriving at the venue to the shell-shocked faces of the officers. Mickey, who was introduced as Fanboy, could barely make out words. Javy and Jake were looking at each other with expressions that read, “what the actual fuck?”, while Payback took a moment to be like ‘woah’ and proceed to act like Y/n was just a regular person.

“So how do you two know each other?” Jake was the first to ask what everyone was thinking. It wasn’t everyday one learns their rival-turned-friend was casually best friends with one of the best modern rock stars of their generation. Then he choked on his beer when Y/n simply replied, “We used to hook up.”

The questions rolled off from there.

“Wait, you two were together?”

“And you stayed friends?”

“Hold the phone, I need some details.”

After taking time to answer the questions, Rooster takes the moment to ask, “Where’s Phoenix and Bob?” This has Y/n raise his brow, not knowing who either were. Rooster had only briefly mentioned his colleagues to him, but never really explained who they were or how they met. He liked to keep his work life separate from his personal life.

Payback answered, “they’re on the way. I think Bob mentioned his Dress Blues were lost in the cleaners so he had to scramble to get a tux.”

“Damn. Well let’s get some drinks ready for when they get here.”

To say Y/n’s jaw about hit the floor when his eyes landed on Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace was an understatement. In fact he had to rub his eyes just to make sure it was really her he was seeing. The same could be said for Natasha, who’s own eyes were bulging from her skull.

“Nat?”

“Y/n/n?’

Now everyone was looking between the two. “You two know each other too?”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, “Well if this isn’t a small world, then I don’t know what is.” A sudden feeling he couldn’t describe washed over him. He turns to Rooster to whisper under his breath, “You remember my high school girlfriend I once told you about?” Now it’s the pilot whose eyes are wide.

“Nat’s your high school sweetheart?” The exclamation could pretty much be heard through the entire venue, the daggers all showing faces of shock.

“Yup,” Y/n pops the ‘p’, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “She sure is.” Facing Nat, he bites his lip and says, “Uh, how have you been, Nat? It’s been like….I wanna say ten…fifteen years?”

“Just about, yeah,” Nat blushes, unsure how to respond. But how does one respond when they’re faced with their high school sweetheart who was a best selling rockstar? “I’ve been good. I would ask the same, but I’ve been following your career since you debuted.”

“You have?” Y/n was surprised by this. “Wow, um thank you. I see you were just as successful in your endeavors.” It comes to his mind that Natasha was the person Bradley always referred to as Phoenix in his stories. “Bradley’s told me a lot about you…but I never thought to ask what the name of ‘Phoenix’ was. Possibly I would've reunited with you sooner if I did.”

Nat takes the drink Y/n hands to her with a thanks, “You know when he mentioned he was good friends with someone named Y/n that he used to be involved with, I just assumed it was someone who shared a name with you. I didn’t think to ask further.”

“Eh, I don't blame you. I felt the instant awkwardness at the realization you and him share an ex.” Gesturing for the two to sit at a table away from the others, Y/n shared a look with Bradley and saw him biting back a laugh at his words. Nat on the other hand appeared a little flustered.

“How long were you together?” She cringed at how awful the question sounded. Why the fuck did she need to know? Her and Y/n had been broken up for years. It’s not like they were going to just pick things back up where they left off.

“Oh only a couple months. We realized we were better off as friends—especially since he was going off to the Academy and I had just been signed. To be honest,” Y/n paused to sip his beer, “it was mostly just the physical attraction we needed to get out of the way. It was great while it lasted but it never felt like it could become something more.” He made sure to not add the tiny fact he still had feelings for Natasha at the time.

Well maybe he still did. Lord knows being next to her was giving him those schoolboy feelings again.

The two talked almost the entire night. And then when the ball was done and the team migrated to The Hard Deck, they continued to stay close to each other. Nat told Y/n all about her years at the Academy and making it to fight school. Becoming one of the few female aviators and an alumni of the prestigious Fighter Weapons School before ending with the details about the mission she did with Rooster.

“It was the most intense thing I had ever been a part of,” she explained. “I’ve seen some crazy shit in all the years I’ve been flying. But this mission was beyond my limit—I-I still can’t believe we managed to pull it off.”

“I’m really proud of you, Nat,” Y/n’s smile was genuine, filled with sincerity. “Rooster told me about what he could, and hearing your side just makes me so grateful you guys came home.”

Y/n gave Nat all the juicy details of his high life in the music industry. How his boss was friends with an executive from Def Jam and was basically the reason he got discovered. He couldn’t help but laugh when Nat admitted she bought his albums and would watch the award shows he attended.

“I’m just so happy for you!” She defended with a playful shove. “After I heard you made it big of course I was going to support you anyway I could. You were also featured in Twilight and I happened to be obsessed with it when it came out so I was very excited to see you were featured on the soundtrack. Call me biased but ‘The Antidote’ and ‘Where I Come From’ are my favorites you’ve ever released.”

By the end of the night…or nearly morning because the time was pushing 4 am, Y/n and Nat parted ways with the promise of meeting up for coffee that weekend.

Neither went into things expecting anything to happen. As adults they simply wanted to see how things played out and if being friends could be possible. They didn’t end on bad terms which was good in itself. So why not try to make a friendship?

Well when a global pandemic hits when you and your ex are hanging out that results in you two having to go through quarantine together….close proximity can result in things neither planned for.

It first started out with simple compliments and the two watching movies together. Then it progressed to acts of service where Y/n would bring Natasha lunch or coffee when she was remotely working from home. For weeks this happened with both battling feelings beginning to resurface. Natasha tried to brush it off like a teenage crush. That she was being a hopeless romantic at the thought she and Y/n could possibly date again.

Would it be different now that they were adults? It’s not like they were kids again. Both were in successful careers that they worked hard for. Both were financially stable and would live comfortably when they retire in thirty or so years. Nat was a Lieutenant, and likely had a promotion lined up within the next year. And Y/n was working on new music so there was nothing he was too worried about.

After almost three months of dancing around feelings, one night the two were having dinner when the topic was brought up.

“Nat,” Y/n starts with a sigh. “I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this.” Her face falls to a frown, looking away as her heart picks up pace.

“Put up with what exactly?”

“Pretending like I don’t want to hold you in my arms. Like I don’t want to kiss you on the forehead before you fall asleep or tell you how you’re the most important person in my life. Since I was fifteen I’ve loved you and the reason no relationship I’ve had after has worked is because I’m so hung up on you.”

When he contemplates if he made the mistake confessing, he’s suddenly around the kitchen island to bring Nat into a searing kiss when she says, “What if I told you, you don’t have to pretend anymore?”

Their love felt natural. They already had a taste of it as teenagers. Now as adults it was busting like a rocket ship. That deep, immense feeling of love one can’t even begin to describe. Like the person was their air and kept them to the Earth.

Bradley was over the moon when they told. Really he was the first to find out the second they decided to make it official. He was Y/n’s best friend after all and Nat was the closest he had to a sister. Although he and the rockstar had history, Rooster would never let it be an issue and supported the two wholeheartedly. “It’s about damn time!” He yelled over the FaceTime call. “I’ve been waiting for this to happen since the night of the ball!”

It didn’t take long for the world to find out the resident bad boy of rock music was off the market. Hearts broke but many were happy for Y/n. Lots of fans actually thought it was the most adorable thing that he was back with his high school sweetheart after fifteen years of being apart. Natasha became well loved among his supporters and although she didn’t have much of a social media presence, she was always met with positivity. Anytime there was a rude ‘fan’ she would just block them without giving any attention.

“I’m a fucking pilot,” she rolled her eyes at the comment of how she was only with Y/n for money and his status. “They act like I didn’t make something for myself or have a career.”

“You tell ‘em, babe,” Y/n praises from the side, causing Nat to playfully roll her eyes.

2021 and 2022 were met with several milestones. Natasha was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and Y/n released his fifth studio album. Planning to go on tour in the summer of 2022, the couple went on a much needed vacation to celebrate their two year anniversary and relax after constant nonstop work in their lives.

“I could get used to this,” the pilot hummed in content, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays on her skin. The gentle sound of the ocean waves was soothing to her ears. Beside her Y/n laid on his stomach with a book in his hands while music played on the speaker. “Maybe I’ll just stay here while you go off to see the world.”

He snorted, “I’ll be jealous if you do.” Patting her thigh, he closed the book and threw it to the side. Cracking open two bottles of beer, he handed one to Nat, clicking the glass with her, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary to you, mister. Thank you for this.”

“Anything for my baby.”

The tour was a success and Natasha even managed to fly out for a few shows. Fans loved it when she did because she’d stand in the crowd to sing and dance with supporters rather than be in the VIP section or just off the stage. It was almost as though Natasha was the star of the concert rather than Y/n. Every show she attended the camera would be put on her at some point so the rockstar could dedicate his song, ‘Girl Almighty’ to her. He had written it just shortly after the two got back together, the woman instantly tearing up after she first heard the final product.

Fans would go crazy during the set, mostly because Y/n would come to where Natasha was at and get on his knees to sing the line, “I’d get down, I’d get down, I’d get down on my knees for you.” Then he’d hold a cup of water in the air, the crowd doing the same with their own drinks, for, “Let’s have another toast for the girl almighty. Let’s pray we stay young, stay made of lightning.”

Oh and let’s not forget about ‘No Control’…..a fan favorite that had Natasha blushing mad red like a tomato when Y/n wrote it. “I cannot believe you wrote that!”

“You love it, don’t lie.”

She really did though. It was a catchy beat and of course it made her heart skip that Y/n’s work was influenced by her and their relationship. It only made her love him more.

“Stained coffee cup. Just a fingertip of lipstick’s not enough. Sweet (ooh), where you lay (ooh). Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case.”

The audience of his shows would be in a frenzy. Nott a single person was not on their feet belting out the lyrics to the chorus. And Natasha was at the center with the most energy.

“Waking up. Beside you, I’m a loaded gun. I can’t contain this anymore. I’m all yours, I’ve got no control. No control! Powerless, and I don’t care, It’s obvious. I just can’t get enough of you. The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed. No control!”

Birthdays and holidays passed and before they knew it they were ringing in 2023. It wasn’t just a celebration of the new year and the release of Y/n’s single ‘Beggin’’, but also what the future would hold for him and Natasha after the rockstar got down on one knee and presented the love of his life with a gorgeous ring, “Baby, you know I’m not one to believe in superstition where fate works in mysterious ways. But when I look at how life took us apart only to bring us together, I can’t help but wonder if it truly exists. Fans like to call us ‘twin flames’ and honestly I think they’re on to something. Natasha, you’re my best friend. My one true love. The person I was meant to be with. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

They announced their engagement just before the Grammy awards. All over the news the story was being covered, fans buzzing with excitement for the couple.

@ badboy_Y/n: My favorites are engaged!!! Natasha’s ring is so beautiful omg I can’t wait to see the wedding!

@ onmykneesforyou: Natasha and Y/n are the reason I believe in love honestly—I’ll ascend to heaven if they ever break up.

@ SelenaGomez✔️: congratulations to my lovely friends @badboyY/n and @IAmPhoenix on their engagement! So so happy for you two!

@ MTV✔️: Stop my parents are getting married. I am screaming right now!

The night of the Grammy’s Y/n was filled with nerves. He usually was when it came to award shows, however this was different because he was up for Record of The Year, Song of The Year, and Album of the Year with a performance with the iconic Red Hot Chili Peppers. Thankfully Natasha was there to help ease it. She hadn’t attended many since their relationship started due to her job, but the ones she did made it a hell of a lot easier for the rockstar. Getting the red carpet and interviews out of the way, the two made their way inside. There they greeted several of Y/n’s friends and took pictures with celebs they admired. Nat had to hold back fangirling a bit when Ariana Grande and The Weekend approached.

“You look amazing!” Ariana gushed, taking in the stunning outfit Nat wore. “It’s so nice to finally meet you—I love your weekly newsletter you do about all the books you’ve read and places you’ve visited. I think it’s so cool what you do.”

Nat struggled to get words out. Here was THE Ariana Grande, world renowned popstar complimenting her and saying what she did was cool.

They took pictures with Ariana hoping to catch her at the after party before it was time for everyone to take their seats. The whole time Y/n held Nat’s hand or placed his on her thigh, only letting go when it was time to clap. Physical touch was his love language and it never failed to make Natasha feel loved and appreciated.

When it came time for Y/n to perform Beggin’ with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Natasha was on her feet and dancing like she was the only one in the room. Hell, even Taylor Swift, Lizzo, and Harry Styles were dancing with her. “That’s my man!!” She yelled over the cheers when Y/n finished, blowing a kiss when they made eye contact. “I love you!!”

About two hours into the show, it finally came time for the big three.

Y/n cheered when Lizzo won Record of the Year….and about shit his pants when his name was called for Song of The Year.

“Wait, what?” He literally said as Nat jumped up from her seat with a scream, pulling him up to embrace. “Did—did he just say—.”

“You baby! You!”

Artists around him were on their feet, Harry Styles whistling against the uproar of the crows. His heart was racing and tears threatened to fall. It felt like a haze for the rockstar, a slight tremor in his hands as he took the award being handed to him. Then when he faced the crowd he was met with a standing ovation. Fucking Beyoncé was applauding with a grin. Y/n was absolutely speechless at the realization.

For the first time in nine nominations, he finally had a Grammy.

“Holy shit,” were his immediate words. “Wow.” People were still screaming so Y/n took the time to connect eyes with Natasha. She was in visible joy, wiping away a stray tear before clasping her hands together in front of her mouth.

“I don’t even know what to say. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years it seems like—a-and I didn’t really think it was possible,” he paused briefly to glance at the trophy. “First I want to thank the Recording Academy for this honor. To everyone at Def Jam Records and those who’ve been with me since the start of my career—I can’t thank you enough. Shoutout to you Alan if you’re watching. You are the reason I’m standing on this stage—thank you for believing in me and to Dale for giving me the opportunity to share my music with the world. To my family back home and my friends, your support through the years is what’s kept me going.” Y/n smiled, thinking about Rooster and the guys, wishing he could see their reaction.

“And lastly, to the woman who’s my partner in crime. My muse. My best friend since ten years old and the love of my life. Natasha,” he connects eyes with her teary face, noticing how a cameraman had moved closer to her. “I love you so much. Thank you for your love and support. For believing in me and being my shoulder to cry on when the days get tough. You are everything a man could ask for and I’m so blessed to have the honor of being your fiancé. I can’t wait to marry you and see where life takes us. This award is for you, baby.”

Blowing a kiss to Nat, who blows one back, Y/n quickly ends with, “Thank you to everyone here tonight and at home who’s listened to my music and played ‘Beggin’’. Much love to you all—thank you thank you!” He finished just in time when the band started to play to signal his time was up. Y/n was met with open arms from Natasha when he returned to his seat, the rockstar lifting her in the air causing her to burst into giggles.

“Congratulations, baby,” she kissed him on the lips, careful not to ruin his lipstick. “I’m so proud of you—you deserve everything, Y/n.”

“Thank you, my love,” he kisses her again, then gives a wink. “Can’t wait for us to celebrate tonight.” He smirks at the blush that takes over her face.

Together they cheered for Harry after he won Album of the Year and after one last performance the show came to an end. Y/n, Harry, and Lizzo all posed for pictures and Y/n was hauled away for more interviews post ceremony. Finally they were set free to the after party, where the two basically stole the spotlight.

Dancing to the previous year’s hits and songs of the nominees, Natasha and Y/n partied like they were young and wild and free. They did shots with Adele, danced with Ariana Grande, sang with Lil Nas X. It was the time of their lives.

When it all ended Y/n escorted Nat to their ride, her right hand in his left while his right carried her heels, the two giggling like children as they ran down the hallway. Before they exited the venue Y/n brought Nat into a passionate kiss, dipping her slightly causing her to laugh. “I love you, Natasha. So much, you know?” His tone was filled with so much love it nearly took her breath away.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Yeah fate was something not everyone could agree with. But one thing was for sure when it came to Y/n and Natasha. Like the Phoenix, their love rose from the ashes.

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[cherrycola27]

Red Wine, Fall into me

Warnings: Language, Alcohol consumption, Smut. 18+ (Phoenix x Female Reader) banner by the wonderful @thedroneranger Fic inspired by the Chappell Roan song "Red Wine Supernova"

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You know they say not to waste a Friday night on a first date.

Yet, here you were, in a nice dress, walking into a cocktail bar, to meet some guy, from some app, on a Friday night for a first date. You'd spent a ridiculous amount of time doing your hair, makeup, and picking out the perfect outfit that was the right balance of "I'm a good girl," and "I just might let you take me home if you play your cards right."

You texted your date that you were there and that you'd be at the bar. You were there a few minutes before your agreed upon time, so you walked up to the bar top, which had a middle-aged couple at one end, and a pretty dark-haired brunette at the other.

You took a seat a few stools down from her and ordered a glass of merlot from the bartender. He sat it down quickly in front of you as you checked your phone to see if your date had responded to your text. You felt immediately defeated to see that it still had not been read.

A few minutes ticked by, and it was now the time you and your date had set to meet. You fired off another text asking if he was there, with no response. Several minutes later, you sent one asking if he was on his way and nothing. Finally, a full thirty minutes and a second glass of wine later, he sent you a message saying that something came up, and he wouldn't make it.

You huffed as you sat your phone down on the counter and groaned. Of course, this would happen to you. This was the last time you agreed to a date from an app.

You sighed and finished the last sip of wine in your glass and rummaged through your purse for your card. Before you could pull it out, though, you heard a soft voice speak. "Put her last two on my tab, and bring us another round if you don't mind."

You look up and see the pretty brunette from earlier handing her card over and taking a seat next to you. "Thank you, but you don't have to do that." You smile at her. "I know, but I want to." She smiles back at you, extending her hand for you to shake, "I'm Natasha, by the way. What's your name?"

You tell her your name, and she repeats it back, slowly, savoring every syllable of it like it's a fine wine. You don't think your name has ever sounded as good as it does coming out of her mouth.

"So, what's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?" She asks you. "I was supposed to have a date but—he stood me up." You sigh. "His loss is my gain then." Natasha says as she brings her own wine glass up to her lips. You blush at her words.

"What about you?" You fire back at her. "I just wanted a nice quiet night out, away from the crowds. Somewhere that I could relax and make a new—friend." She winks at you and slides her stool closer to yours.

"So, tell me about yourself." She says, and she rests her foot on the bottom of your stool. Your thighs part just enough to accommodate her toned leg that's exposed from the slit in her dress.

A shiver runs down your spine as you tell her about your job and some of your friends and what you like to do for fun. Her eyes stayed glued to yours, and she nods and questions and seems genuinely interested in you. "What about you?" You ask her when you finish.

"I'm in the Navy. I'm an aviator." She says as if it's the most casual thing in the world.

"Oh. So I guess you're used to going fast and doing what you want then." You smirk at her. "I can go fast." She says as she leans into your space. "But—" she sighs as she places her hand on your thigh. "—I actually have a partner in the backseat that I have to listen to, so I'm very good at taking directions. And, there are so many controls in the cockpit, that I have to be excellent with precision." She breathes out.

Natasha leans in closer to you. "I've always been amazing and zeroing in on my target and finishing the job. She whispers in your ear before pulling back. You swallow thickly and shift in your seat, unable to ignore the wetness pooling between your thighs and the heat that you feel in your belly that isn't from the wine.

"Is that so?" You say, cocking your head to the side. "Now, what exactly would one have to do if they want to see these skills in action?" You pry. "I think after a few glasses of wine and a dance or two, I might be convinced. Care to find out?" A crimson smile curls at her lips as she extends her hand to you.

You nod your head and slip your hand in hers. She places her palm on the small of your back, just a tad too low to be considered decent as she guides you to the dance floor. She presses closer to you to avoid the other people already there. You can smell her perfume. Floral and spicy with a hint of sweet. It is so intoxicating that it makes your head spin more than any glass of wine ever could.

Natasha drags you directly to the middle of the dance floor amongst all the other couples. She spins you around and presses your back to her front. There is absolutely no space between the two of you, and you can feel every soft curve of her body pressed against yours.

You sway to the beat of some song you don't know as her hands skim up and down your arms before resting on your hips. She pulls your hair over one of your shoulders and rests her chin on your newly exposed skin. You shiver as she places a gentle, fleeting kiss on your shoulder. You feel the blush in your cheeks spread all over your body.

"You okay there, pretty girl?" Natasha asks you. "Y—yeah." You stammer out. "Just a little warm is all."

"Why don't we go get some air." She whispers hotly in your ear. Her breathy voice has you weak in the knees. You nod your head in agreement, unable to trust your own voice.

It's quieter outside. So quiet you can hear your heartbeat racing in your ears as the two of you make your way to a secluded spot on the far side of the deck. The fresh salty air fills your lungs as you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself. You lean against the deck railing and watch the waves roll in as the moonlight dances across the dark ocean.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Natasha says as she comes to stand beside you. "It's breathtaking." You say as you turn to face her. "It's not the only breathtaking thing out here." She says, looking you directly in the eye. "No, it's not." You counter.

You inhale deeply as she takes a step forward and places on and on your hip, drawing you closer to her. She uses her free hand to brush a few stray strands of your hair away before cupping your face and pulling you closer to her.

Her lips are pillowy soft when they connect with yours. Her hand slides to the back of your hair, tangling in your locks to hold you in place. You wrap both of your arms around her neck as she trails her tonuge across the seam of your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

You gladly grant her access, and you moan as her tongue caresses yours. The kiss is sweet, with the last drops of your wine still on each other's mouths.

You moan and lean into her when you feel her fingers dig into your hip. She takes a step closer and pushes your back against the metal deck rail, her lips never leaving yours as her kisses become more hungry, more demanding.

She pulls her mouth away from yours, and you gasp as she trails her perfect pout across your chin and jaw before grazing your ear lobe with her teeth. You inhale sharply, and it's like music to Natasha's ears.

She continues her assault, trying to draw even more new sounds from you. Her lips skim over the sensitive flesh of your neck. You find yourself arching towards her, silently begging her for more. You feel her smile against you before she carefully grazes her teeth over the sensitive flesh before pulling back and laving it with her tongue. She repeats the action and your hand tangles in her dark strands, holding her in place. She chuckles and continues to work the space between your shoulder and ear, surely leaving a few dark marks behind, but you don't care. You want her to mark you up—claim you as hers.

You draw her mouth back to yours and kiss her until you're breathless. She pulls back and her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are red.

"I don't normally do this, y'know." You confess to her.

"Neither do I." She tells you truthfully.

You heave a sigh of relief. "I don't think I've ever done this, actually. But there's something about you that's—magical." You say as you bite down on your lower lip and bat your eyes at her.

"If you think I'm magic here, you should let me take you home. I've got a wand and a rabbit that I can show you all kinds of tricks with." She smirks at you.

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A few minutes later, the two of you are in the back of an Uber going to Natasha's place. Her hand rests brazenly on your upper thigh, and her nimble fingers are tracing deft patterns across your skin. You squim in your seat, trying to keep yourself calm, when really, all you want to do is plant yourself in her lap and kiss her again.

The two of you somehow make it up the small path that leads to her front door. She unlocks it and pulls you in. Once the door is shut and she's clicked the lock, she pushes you up against it and kisses you roughly. You meet her kisses with passion. Both sets of your hands roam over each other, desperately.

Natasha has enough sense to practically drag you into her bedroom. You stand there a little awkwardly until she comes up behind you and slowly unzips you dress. Her lips trace your spine, leaving faint, wine colored kisses from her leftover lipstick on your flesh.

The garment drops to the floor, and you turn around to face her. She admires how your nipples are peaked and perky with anticipation. The scrap of lace, that could barely be called underwear, that you chose to wear tonight has an obvious dark spot on it. "Such a shame you date didn't get to see this." Natasha breathes out as she lightly grazes the front of it.

You shiver, and she lets out a breathy laugh. You reach for her, catching her wrist and pulling her to you. Your hands reach for her zipper. "Fair is fair." You mumble against her lips as she lets you pull it down before tugging the fabric off of her.

"Lay dow for me, pretty girl." Natasha says when she's kicked her dress to the side and shimmied out of her underwear. You take a moment to take in her form as you slip if your own panties.

Her dark hair falls gracefully over her shoulders. Her breasts are perky and lovely. She has a neatly shaved landing strip that draws your eyes to where you most want to be.

You lay back on her bed, making yourself comfortable on her pillows. Your breathing is shallow as her eyes rake over you.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She says as she crawls towards you. Beautiful. Not pretty, not hot, beautiful. You love how she talks about you. How she makes you feel seen.

"Thank you." You say before you can even think about it. She laughs as she reaches into her nightstand and pulls out the wand and rabbit that she mentioned earlier.

She sets them to the side before gently straddling your hips. She leans down to kiss you. Slowly, this time, it's more deliberate and precise. The two of you let your hands roam over each other's body. She tweaks your nipples, rolling them between her fingers and your arch toward her touch.

Not to be outdone, you wrap your lips around one of her peaks, and she lets out a gorgeous breathy moan that has your heart racing. She whines when you release the flesh with a soft pop but groans and leans into you when you repeat the action on the other. She subtly grinds her hips against you, seeking friction to relieve the ache between her thighs. You grab her thighs and help guide her, and she hums before stopping and sliding off of you.

"Mmm, not yet beautiful. There will be time for that. Let me take care of you first." She smiles at you. You huff a little, but don't protest. Natasha trails her lips across your breasts and chest and down your stomach. She circles her tongue around your navel before placing a kiss on your cunt, right about your clit.

You sigh as you sink deeper into her pillows, inhaling more of her intoxicating scent from earlier. She carefully parts your thighs and slots herself between them.

She grabs your left leg, and feathers kisses up from your knee towards your center and back down, a few times before switching to the right. She's taking her time building you up. And just when you think you are going to burst from her teasing, she places a fleeting kiss on your clit. You squeal and rock your hips upward, chasing her mouth.

She does it again, gently parting your folds with the delicate tip of her tongue, circling the sensitive bud and sucking it into her mouth.

She laps at your core, drinking in the taste of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Wanton moans leave your mouth, and your chest heaves. One of your hands tightly fists her sheets, the other curling on her hair to hold her right where you want her. You squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back as pure ecstacy washes over you when you cum.

Natasha works you through it until you push her head away. You lean up on your elbows and meet her eyes. She has a satisfied grin on her face. "How was that?" She asks almost cockily.

"Fantastic." You reply breathlessly. "I'm not done with you yet." She tells you as she reaches for her wand. You swallow and spread your legs for her.

She turns it on a low setting and starts by rubbing it over your nipples and down your body to get you used to the sensation. Slowly, she lowers it to your clit. You jump, still sensitive from your first orgasm, but you relax as she circles it around you bundle of nerves.

You feel one of her slender fingers circle around your entrance. "So fucking wet. All this for me, pretty girl?" She asks you. "Yes." You breathe out. You're jilted by a smack to your cunt. "Say my name, pretty girl. Tell me who's got you like this? Who got your pretty pussy absolutely dripping?" She commands.

"You—you did, Natasha. It's all for you." You babble out. She's satisfied with your answer and rewards you by sinking not one, but two of her long digits inside you and curling them upwards. You cry out her name as she finds your gspot impossibly fast. It should be a crime at how well she already knows your body as she strokes it with the perfect amount of speed and pressure.

She gages each sound you make and adjusts the wand on your clit and her fingers in your cunt. You have to give it to her, she wasn't lying when she said she could take directions.

Your head thrashes from side to side, and you're babbling out her name as she brings you closer to a second orgasm. Your toes curl against the mattress and you bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep your sounds at bay.

Natasha immediately tells you to be loud for her, and you're too for gone, and she has you so damn pliant that you'd do anything for her right now. So you release your lip and scream her name as you cum, gripping her fingers tightly, never wanting them to leave you.

When she does pull them out, you whine at the loss of contact, but it's short lived, because Natasha is crawling up your body and tapping her fingers on your lips.

You obediently open your mouth and close them around her digits, dutifully cleaning them for her. You groan at the taste of you on her hands. Once you've cleaned her, you pull off with a pop and kiss her. Your tongues meld together as you pull her onto of you.

You cradle her head and hook your legs around her waist and flip her under you. "Mine turn." You giggled as she looks up at you, bewildered. "Okay, then." She smiles down at you.

You cup each of her breasts in your hands and roll her nipples between your fingers. She lets out a small gasp as you kiss the tops of her breasts and the valley between them before continuing your journey south. You leave wet kisses across her hip bones and suck a dark mark into her right one, a little reminder of you for later.

You don't tease her like she teased you. You're too impatient. You've been dreaming about what she tasted like ever since you watched her bring that first glass of red wine to her lips this evening.

You tenderly part of folds before licking a long, broad stripe from her opening to her clit.

Natasha arches up off the bed, her hands flying to the sheets, clutching them for dear life. You repeated the motion over again before hooking one of her thighs over your shoulder. She's much more squirmy than you expected.

You work her over and over, tongue diving into her her sopping wet opening, nose bumping her clit.

She cries out your name, fingers in your hair, as you blindly reach for her other toy from earlier. You silently cheer as your hand wraps around her rabbit vibrator.

You turn it on and pull your mouth away from her. Natasha groans at the loss of contact but whimpers when she feels the tip of the vibe at her entrance. You push it in slowly until it is fully seated in her tight, wet, perfect cut.

She lets out a shaky breath as you slowly withdraw the toy and push it back it. You repeat the motion, picking up speed with each thrust. Soon, her hips are meeting it, and the sounds of lewd, wet fucking mixed with cries of your name are bouncing off her walls.

"Guess you had a few tricks up your sleeve, too." She laughs and rolls on top of you and sits up she slides down your body until you can feel her warm pussy right above yours.

Her walls grip the toy tightly, and her voice rises in pitch as she cums hard for you, back arching so hard that you're afraid she might hurt herself. "Fucking magical," you praise her as she comes down from her high. You slide up beside her on the bed. She's panting, trying to catch her breath.

"Think you have one more in you, pretty girl?" She asks you. "Yes, ma'am." You reply. She smiles at you before drawing you up to her lips.

She kisses you tenderly, rocking your hips together, creating a delicious friction between your clits. Your previous orgasms have both of you so wet, that you glide along each other with ease.

Your fingers dig into her thighs as you help guide her, pulling her tighter against you. You feel that familiar coil curling deep into your belly, and your head drops to her shoulder as you roll your hips to meet hers.

Natasha wraps a hand around your throat and draws you back to her. There is a glassy look of pleasure in her eyes, but she squeezes just enough to let you know that she's still in charge. "Cum with me." It's not a request, it's a demand, and who are you to deny her when she's making you feel so good?

You cum together. It's hard and messy and absolutely the most amazing feeling you've ever had. You collapse on the bed, and Natasha falls into you, both utterly spent.

Sometime later, when you can both feel your legs, the two of you make your way to the shower. After cleaning each other, you help her change the sheets, and the two of you get tangled in each other's arms and fall asleep.

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Six weeks later, you're slipping your hand into Natasha's as you follow her into the Hard Deck on a Friday night. This time, you're not meeting some guy from some app that you deleted ages ago. Instead, your girlfriend is introducing you to her coworkers.

You had already met Bob, her backseater, a few weeks ago because he insisted on meeting you because Nat, or Phoenix as she was known to her friends, couldn't stop talking about you.

Natasha quickly got the two of you a beer before weaving through the crowd to a pool table in the corner.

She takes her time introducing you to each one of them. You smile and wave and try not to be awkward.

"Well, what do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix." A male voice draws out. You turn, and you have to bite your lip to stifle a laugh. "Bagman." Natasha replies flatly. "Always a pleasure, Nix, but what I want to know is who is your friend?" The tall blonde asks.

"This is my girlfriend, jackass, so don't get any ideas." Nat says. "Babe, this is—"

"Jake. Right?" You say cutting her off. "Yeah? How did you know that?" She looks at you with a questioning glance. Jake looks at you equally, confused, trying to decide if you're familiar or not.

"Remember my date that stood me up a few weeks ago, the night we met?" You ask her.

"No. You're kidding." Nat smiles before belting out a laugh. Suddenly Jake's eyes go wide as he connects the dots on who you are.

"Son of a bitch, Bagman, I think I owe you a drink." Nat laughs as you and her other friends join in. Jake's cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Nat wipes a stray tear from her cheek. "But seriously, Jake. Thank you for being a dick. If you hadn't stood her up, I might not have met this amazing woman. Seriously, I owe you one." Natasha smiles at him before pulling you in for a kiss.

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Eeeekkk! I hope yall enjoyed this! This was my first time writing for Nat! Let me know what you think with a comment or reblog!

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[animezinglife]

I love that TGM didn’t dumb the men down with the assumption that would make Phoenix or the other women stand out more. They’re equals: confident, capable, and having shown that they can compete with the best of the best. 

I love too that the women aren’t shoved into the usual box of what Hollywood often thinks a “strong woman” should be. There was no grandiosity, no loud or over-the-top assertions of self-importance, no desperate condescension towards the men they work with, and no ridiculous stripping away of their humanity and compassion. There’s no forcing Phoenix into more “masculine” characteristics just because she’s competing with men and is in a [very realistically] male-dominated role. She’s there because she’s one of the best and it shows in how she conducts herself. There’s no stripping away of Penny’s warmth and gracefulness just to give her more agency in her romance with Maverick--she doesn’t need it, because the writers understood that warmth and gentleness don’t at all mean weakness.

Personally, I have nothing but love for all the women of Top Gun: Charlie, Carole, Penny, Phoenix, Sarah, Amelia, etc. They’re women I feel like could all be part of my circle in real life.

There’s never been a “trick” to writing female characters. Writing normal women fixes problems on its own. 

[randoauthor]

Uncomfortable

Pairings: kinda everyone x Fem!Reader, Bob x Fem!Reader (kinda platonic, kinda not)

Warnings: some language, suggestive comments, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

Author's Note: I'm back bitches!!!

Summary: The dagger squad has never seen r dress up, her version is old rock band tees and nice jeans and/or leggings. When a gala or ball comes up, all jaws drop at them when they enter, and with a date no less. (thanks @itzyogurl92  for the request this one was actually kinda fun to write!)

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I fucking hate dresses.

I hate the time it takes to get into them. I hate that you can't sit properly or eat all the food at the party. But mostly,

I hate that everyone is staring at me.

"Holy shit." Jake seemed taken aback at the sight of you, the blue and tan ombre dress hugged your curves beautifully as you stood rigid in your place.

"Is that actually?" Natasha started, sympathetic to you as she was also as uncomfortable as she could be. "That can't be her."

The other boys all turned to meet the pilot's gaze.

God did you seem out of place.

You had been talking about this for weeks, complaining about it more or less.

Your boyfriend had convinced you, telling you that it would be a wonderful time for him to get to meet all your friends because he fell for a famous pilot after all.

You hated that he said you were famous. You weren't.

Hell, you were far from it.

But you guess that fame wasn't enough for him as earlier you found yourself walking up the stairs of the shared townhome you both had to find him in bed with a younger, more blonde, girl.

You assumed that by the way, she dressed that she was either a stripper or a hooker but you were too busy gathering whatever you needed for a night to ask her. She watched you though.

And she still was.

It had never crossed your mind that he had a thing for pilots or any navy girl. You knew you weren't his first, yet you desperately hoped you'd be his last. You hoped wrong.

Bob and Bradley stood silently off to the side as the rest of the group gawked at you from afar.

Penny stood by as well, feeling bad that there wasn't much else she could have done. It had caught her wildly by surprise when you showed up earlier today, soaked from head to toe due to the rain. She silently helped you get ready, fixing your hair and makeup so that you stood out only to the eyes that mattered. She zipped your dress closed and then watched as you stared softly at yourself in her mirror, she and Amelia exchanged a strange glance which you just chose to ignore. Pete had jokingly offered to be your date, remarking with some stupid joke about having two beautiful women in his arms for the night. You offered him a soft smile before declining his offer. Wanting him and Penny to have a good night to themselves for once.

You silently hated yourself for not accepting his offer, because at least now you wouldn't look like a complete idiot in front of your ex.

"Baby," the blonde whispered to him, as he stared daggers at you.

Did he expect you not to show up now?

Bradley saw the situation unfold, he watched as your boyfriend walked over to you, and he saw the girl at his side.

"Guys," he said softly to grab their attention, "look."

The group turned their gaze over to the other side of the room, unable to hear what was being said but watching with amusement as the three of you spoke.

"(Y/n)," he said harshly, "I didn't think you'd actually show up."

You turned your gaze to meet his.

"Stephen, glad to see you jump from one sailor to another." You try to be cool, you don't want him to see you crack. The blonde faltered at your comment but you really didn't care.

"Yeah, whatever," He seemed to be partially bothered by the comment but continued, "this is Tanya. She actually tries to look nice for me always."

Okay, yeah, that one hurt.

You weren't much of a girlie girl, if you weren't in your khaki uniform you were in jeans or leggings and one of your many band tees. Your group of friends had started it as a joke the one year you had to spend Christmas on the boat.

***

"Hangman your turn!" Pheonix shouted excitedly as you all sat around a little fake tree you had pooled your money together to buy.

Hangman laughed as he pulled out a little pop figure, that of a navy pilot to be exact.

"Shit he kinda looks like you," Bradley had started, allowing you the perfect setup for a joke.

"Massive head and a tiny everything else? Yup, that's gotta be hangman!" you giggled out as your friends around you all fell into fits of laughter.

"Rude," he said with a smile, "go ahead open yours."

You leaned forward on your knees nervously to grab the box from under the tree, it was massive yet surprisingly light.

You delicately pulled the paper and bow off of it to reveal a brown packing box, the inside filled with more band tees than you could imagine.

They ranged from ACDC to The Who. There was even a Beetles shirt mixed in, but your favorite had to be the One Direction tee.

"That was Mav," Bradley spoke with a smile.

"Ya know," the captain spoke, "they didn't give me any information other than buying her a band tee. Plus Olivia said they were really popular around your time so I figured it was my best bet."

You let out a laugh before thanking everyone, the rest of the holiday playing out like a movie would have.

***

A tear pricked your eye and before you knew it an arm was snaking around your side, the other placing a drink in your hand.

"Sorry darling, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." You looked up to meet the gaze of Bob his glasses sitting adorably on the bridge of his nose.

God, you could have kissed him right then and there.

"Oh it's quite alright honey," you play along, "I figured the line for the bar would be long."

Bradley whipped around to his side to find that it was in fact his friend over there with you. A smile came to his face. He was glad he hadn't gone over there, otherwise, the night would have gone incredibly different.

Your ex faltered back as Bob stuck his hand out, inviting him to shake it.

"Robert Floyd." He said with a smile, "I am the date for the night."

Your ex took Bob's hand and with one firm shake replied.

"Stephen Marcom," a sick smirk came to his face, "I'm the one that fucked your date this morning."

You panicked. Bob wasn't the type of guy to talk about this kind of stuff, and even after getting him as hammered as possible he still wouldn't tell you how many girls he had been with. If any.

"Oh that's funny," Bob said, the same kind of smirk displaying on his face, "because if I remember correctly I had her under me last night, and on top of me right before she left early this morning. Oh and bent over before we showed up here."

Now it was your turn to falter slightly, your grip on Bob tightened as your ex's jaw did the same.

"Now, if you'll excuse us we have friends to catch up with and some dancing to do." And with that he lead you off to your friends who continued the night by gushing about your dress, the way you looked, and why they had never seen you like this before. All the while Bob kept you at his side, making sure to take a glance every now and then over to your ex, or leaning in to whisper something in your ear that makes you giggle. Doing everything he needed to do to make sure your ex was the very last thought on your mind.

It wasn't until the night was winding down that you realized that it had been a while since you had seen him, your ex had gone home a while ago.

Nat softly points you in the direction of him as if she read your mind and you quietly thanked her.

You pushed the large door open to reveal a beautiful overlook of the ocean and your fake boyfriend for the night.

"Hey," you said softly trying your best not to startle him.

"Oh, hi," he said with a smile.

"I just wanted to thank you for tonight, I really don't know what I would have done without you." You walked over to Bob, standing next to him as the two of you took in the scenery.

"Anytime, plus you looked beautiful tonight, I will always find an excuse to keep you on my arm like I did tonight." Bob smiled as you felt your cheeks heat up.

The two of you stayed there for a few moments more before he reached his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

"You look freezing in that thing." He said with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I kinda am." You reply back with a laugh.

You go to excuse yourself to head back inside, and he let you without protest.

"Oh (y/n)," he called out after you.

You turned around to face him, his glasses illuminated by the lights inside, "I'll be your fake date whenever you need me."

You shot him a thankful smile before going inside to find Pete and Penny, needing a sober ride home.

"Did you have fun tonight kiddo?" Pete asked pulling you into a side hug.

"Yeah," you said with a smile, "the best."

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[avi8tors]

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

[wildbornsiren]

Bold | Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x F!Reader

Bold Synopsis: Tired of pining in a crowded bar, one of you finally makes a move.  One shot AFAB/Female civilian reader 2317 words Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: vaginal fingering, use of a strap on, vaginal penetrative sex Notes: For @writercole​ for the reverse birthday bash. So bb, here you be, some Phoenix getting some. Comments and reblogs are amazing. Thank you for reading. I appreciate it and it means the most. 

She stands out in the sea of testosterone and khaki. Confident, her full lips curved up in a slight smirk as she’s listening to one of the men at her side bicker with a blond by the pool table. She catches your eye, and you duck your gaze almost immediately. “Go talk to her,” Cassie nudges your shoulder. “I can’t.” You mutter, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip. “I mean have you seen her?” “I know that we’ve come to this bar the last two weekends because you hope to get a glimpse of her.” Cassie grins, popping the cherry from her drink into her mouth. The two of you had been friends for years, and when you agreed to come to move in with her you didn’t expect her to live in the middle of an outright buffet of attractive servicemen and women. You nearly choke on your now warm beer, spluttering softly. “I mean, you aren’t wrong.” You glance over in the direction of the pool table and frown when you don’t see her. “Are you going to go talk to the cute one with glasses or not?” “He does look like he needs a fresh water.” She’s off the stool, smoothing down the hem of her skirt. “I’ll hang a sock on the doorknob if I succeed.” “Good luck, Cass.” She blows you a kiss and makes her way through the crowd over to where the subject of her attention sat. “She’s finally making her move?” You nod, turning to see who had taken Cass’ spot next to you. You nearly spit out your drink for a second time that evening. The dark-haired woman offers a smile and accepts a fresh drink from the bartender. Up close, she’s even more stunning. Warm brown eyes search yours, and the smile hasn’t faded from her face. “I’m Natasha,” She offers her hand. You take it, introducing yourself. She repeats your name, and your stomach clenches. “Can I get you a fresh drink?” You nod, finding it hard to breath this close to her. She’s got a warm vibrant energy, and when she sits on the stool, her thigh is pressed to yours. “You’re stunning,” the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Your friend isn’t the only one shooting her shot tonight.” Natasha hands you a fresh beer, her fingertips brushing yours. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were watching me or Bob, but I figured I’d come introduce myself and see where it went.” “Is that glasses?” She nods, “He’s my co-worker.” “What do you do for the Navy?” “I’m a pilot.” There’s so much pride and ferocity in the three words that it draws your attention to her once more. She’s incendiary and you’re a moth to flame. “Bob’s my wizzo.” “Weapons officer, right?” You remember a few of the pilots had mentioned the term. She nods, “I’m going to be up front,” She licks her lips before continuing, “I think you’re beautiful, and I want to dance with you.” “Is that going to be a problem?” You can feel eyes on you, and her. Natasha takes a drink of her beer and shakes her head. “Not with me, and if any knuckle draggers have an issue with it, I’ll take care of you.” There’s a playful weight to the end of her statement, focus on the word you. “Not to mention, my idiots will jump at the chase to play heroes for a damsel in distress.” She’s offering you her hand, and you’re taking it. It twists slightly, interlocking your fingers together as she leads you to the small space that passes for a dance floor. The blond wolf whistles, nudging the mustached man next to him. Moustache gives Natasha a thumbs up. “My idiots.” Natasha’s whispering against your ear as she’s pulling you close to her. “The blond is all bark and no bite, and Rooster is a feral golden retriever.” One of her hands is on your hip, and the other is keeping you close. You relax as you get caught up in the music, the way she feels against you, the way her fingertips brush slightly under the hem of your tank top. Natasha’s humming along with the music, and you’ve lost track of how many songs you’ve danced to. Her hips rock slightly against yours, and there’s a flush on her cheekbones. “Kiss me?” Her voice is soft, lips brushing against your jaw. Somehow Budweiser isn’t just a shitty beer when you taste it on her lips. Her hand is at the back of your neck, encouraging you closer as the kiss deepens. You’ve stopped dancing, your hands cupping her face. She moans and it’s one of the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. Her hands skim down your back, pressing you closer, feeling her curves against your own. “Wow,” you sigh with a soft laugh against her mouth. She bites her lower lip before she’s leaning in to kiss you again, hard and fast. “Again?” “If you want another one, I need to get you out of here.” She murmurs. “If that’s not too forward.” “If one of us wasn’t forward, I’d still be staring at you from across the bar.” Natasha laughs, and your insides turn to liquid. She’s bright and brilliant, the sound rattling around in your head. You want to hear it every chance you get, and her smile—oh her smile it makes your heart skip a beat. “Come on then gorgeous, let me take care of you.” She offers her hand, and when you take it, she kisses the back of your knuckles. She waves over her shoulder at her boys as she leads you out of the bar. Natasha drives the two of you to the small house she’s staying in. She laughs softly against your lips when she pushes you against her car, leaning in for another kiss, her hands sliding over your hips, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against her. You find your legs parting when her knee presses between your thighs. Your skirt bunches on your legs, and you whine when she presses her leg up against your core. Her hands encourage you as you rock against her leg, rubbing yourself, chasing friction. “You want my fingers and tongue, or the strap?” She’s murmuring against your ear. “Figured I’d ask now before we get too far.” It takes a few moments for your brain to catch up to her words. “Strap.” “Yeah?” She smiles against the curve of your neck. “You want my cock sweet girl?” You nod, and she presses her leg harder between yours. “Say it for me, I want to hear it.” “Please, Nat, give me your cock.” She sighs and untangles herself. “Come on,” she’s leading you into the house, and back into her bedroom. She pauses hanging her uniform top, on the door knob. “Can’t terrorize the roomie, though he'd probably be amused.” Once the door is closed behind her, there’s a moment of nerves that settle low in your stomach. Her fingers tip your chin up, and she kisses your cheek. Another lands on your mouth, “Still okay?” “Yes,” you mutter. She had let her hair down and it feels like liquid silk under your fingers. “You’re beautiful. It’s a little overwhelming.” “Oh, sweet girl,” she breathes against your neck, her fingers finding the hem of your tank top, and slowly raising it. “I could spend the rest of time showing you how gorgeous you are.” Natasha tosses your tank top aside. Her hands skim up your torso, sliding over the curve of your breasts. “White looks pretty on your skin.” She shucks her undershirt, pressing soft kisses down your neck, across your collar bones. Delicate fingers undo your bra, sliding it off your shoulders. Her mouth closes over your breast, tongue teasing at your nipple with a soft little hum of pleasure. Your back arches slightly, hand once more finding purchase in her hair. Her nails dig into your hips when you tug gently, wrapping her hair around your fingers. One hand eases off your hip, under the waistband of your skirt. “Please,” your head tips back, resting against the door. Her fingers tease over the front of your panties, before she’s pushing them aside. The touch is feather light as she teases a single finger along your slit. “You feel good,” she murmurs before her teeth nip at the curve of your other breast. A second finger joins the first, her thumb brushing against your clit as she toys with the wetness she finds. Gently she presses her finger inside, and you moan at the feeling of her finally touching you where you need it the most. She thrusts her fingers into you, curling them just right, and you whimper, the sound of her soft panting music to your ears. Your nails dig into her shoulders, her moan making you tighten around her fingers. “Natasha…” The easy way she fucked her fingers into you, the slow drag of her thumb over your clit was sending you spiraling.  You rock your hips moving against her, pleasure washing over you. “More?” She asks. You nod, struck mute when her fingers slide from your pussy and she’s sucking them clean. Dark eyes meet yours and she chases the taste of you on her lips with her tongue. “Take the rest of it off.” She tugs playfully at your skirt, “and make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you what you need.” You catch her wrist when she’s stepping away, and she turns to look at you. “I want to, can I touch you?” She nods, coming back to you, to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Later. Right now, I just want to watch you fall apart for me. Because of me. I’ve been thinking about how good you’d look under me from the first time I saw you.” Your knees are weak as you walk over to her bed, fingers trembling as you tug your skirt off. Panties down, you kick them aside and sit on the edge of the bed. You watch as she wiggles into the harness, the dark leather standing out against her skin. She glances over her shoulder, a playful grin on her face as she affixes her strap to the harness. Average in length and girth it suits her, and your mouth waters looking it. You sprawl out on the bed, watching her tie her hair back. Natasha walks around the bed, smirking down at you. Her hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Her fingers dig into your thighs, nudging your legs apart. Her fingers tease through your slick, dipping into you, thrusting slowly. She’s working you slowly, kisses landing on heated skin. Your voice cracks when she’s continually rubbing that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Her lips are swollen and she’s kissing you until you’re breathless. “Natasha, please.” “Tell me sweet girl,” she murmurs. “Tell me what you need.” “Fuck me,” you murmur, hiding your face behind your arm. Her hand captures yours, pinning it lightly to the bed. “I’m going to, and you’re going to watch me.” She breathes against your lips, each word sending shockwaves through you. “You’re going to see who makes you fall apart.” Her fingers slide from your pussy, and she’s stroking her strap with your slick. “Ready?” When you nod, letting your legs fall apart even more, her hands are once more at your hips. Natasha sinks into you with a groan. The stretch is incredible, and she pauses for a few moments, until you’re rolling your hips against her. “Oh, sweet girl, you take it so well.” Her mouth smears against yours in a sloppy kiss when she begins to thrust into you. Her hands map your body, kisses eagerly swallowing your sounds of pleasure. Natasha shivers when your hands skim up her back, tracing the lean muscles. You tug playfully on her ponytail, and she hips snap harder against yours. She fucks into you, her body a beautiful blend of hard and soft, her muscles flexing as she moves, her curves so soft and giving under your hands. “Feels good,” you whisper when she nips your lower lip. Natasha whimpers, and you can see the switch behind her eyes. She draws your legs up further, pulling them around her waist and she’s fucking into you. You see stars when she starts to rub your clit in time with her thrusts. You can feel yourself tighten around her, and she whines again for you, her teeth biting into your shoulder when your back arches a bit. You move against her thrusts, hands groping at her ass as she pounds into you.  She nearly folds you in half as her hips stutter, the bed shifting under you both. You cry out wordlessly as she thrusts deeper into you, voice cracking when you come. She continues to fuck you through your orgasm, kissing you hard and possessive as she does. She’s panting against your shoulder, her hair tickling your hypersensitive skin. “Fuck baby, you made me cum without touching me.” She’s trembling against you, and you pepper her temple with kisses. “I’ve never done that before.” Natasha lifts her head, eyes half lidded and sated. “Breathe for me sweetheart.” She pulls out, moving away to unbuckle the harness and step out of it, placing it aside on a towel on a chair.

Natasha curls up on the bed next to you, fingers brushing along your cheekbone, the curve of your jaw. “Bath, or shower?” She kisses your nose. “I’ll order some Chinese food and it should be here by the time we get out.” “Shower,” You grin at the soft gesture. “If I get you in the bath, the food will get cold.” ------ Tagging in:  @callsign-phoenix​ @lt-natrace​    @shadeds-library​ @atthediscowithoutpanic​ @writercole​ @hoe-on-the-range​ @hederasgarden​ @revolution-starter​ @princessmisery666​​ @evansrogerskitten​

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[karmasainted]

❛  your friend said he could sing. ❜

he cannot sing. he is trying though and emily has to give him a few points for that. even if his song book apparently only extends to the greatest hits of the fifties and sixties by the sounds of it. thankfully the bar is rowdy enough to offset any true pain endured , her attention more focused on the other pilot she'd ended up sitting beside. her brother's team mates were truly a mixed bunch. some friendlier than others. not that it was really a priority. nat seems okay. which is better than anything else she's thought about the recent arrivals on base.

but one favour deserves another and who was she to turn down a couple of free drinks from bradley bradshaw when his nose was looking pretty much healed - and actually , it looked a little straighter. damn she was fucking good.

❛  did you guys pull his string so he could go all night or will he run outta steam soon ? i could always cut him off and wreck that piano ... ❜

starter for @fyrewalks / nat

[heyitsspaceace]

okay so who's gonna make Bob and Phoenix content with me or am I the only one who's gonna make the head cannons for my favorite best friends

[galactic-marvelettes]

this deleted scene from “empire strikes back” screams hannix.

thank me later.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace — Fluffy Headcanons ❤️‍🔥 | Top Gun Maverick Headcanon

Link to my TGM masterlist

Dancing is weekly occurrence when in a relationship w/ Phoenix. She loves dancing and its better when she gets to hold you in her arms or spin you around. You two are the main attraction when you go to dance clubs. Sometimes when you’re home Phoenix will play music just to sway you side to side.

Whenever Phoenix lets her hair down you automatically love to run your fingers through it. She’s always keeping it up per regulation but you relish when its down in its natural wave. You especially love when its hair washing day and she needs your assistance. “Babe, can you help me with—.” “YES!”

Phoenix loves to cook and is always trying new recipes. You’ll be her taste tester and when its your turn in the kitchen she can’t help but stand to the side and watch you. You are that couple who plan your week’s worth of meals and go to the commissary or grocery store together to get the stuff. But never go on an empty stomach—cause then you leave with your cart overflowing with shit you didn’t come for in the first place.

Y’all are the ones who would host a Friendsgiving w/ the other members of the Dagger Squad. It became a tradition with y’all having a specific theme each year. One year it was everyone had to make a dish that started with the first letter of their name, then another you all dressed up ad Maverick. This past year involved going around the table and unpacking celebrity scandals.

You and Nat are not just partners, but each other’s best friend & cheerleader. In the gym you are pushing each other to get another rep in. When it comes to your jobs you’re both there to listen when the other needs to rant about the rough day they had. “Today the Gs were just too much and it gave me a headache. I was off target by five seconds.” You two are always going out of your way to make sure the other knows they are loved. Even if it small & simple gestures. “I ran you a bath if you’re feeling up to it. I went out yesterday to get those bath salts you love.”

Date night is a weekly ritual. They mostly consist of walks on the beach, dinner and movie night, of going to the arcade since you two are competitive. You’ll go to the fair when its in town or splurge on a concert every once and a while. It’s something you always look forward to at the end of the week when you’re free from nights nose deep in work where you can enjoy time with your lover.

Phoenix is a total book worm, in fact, the reason y’all met was because she saw you reading a favorite book if hers in a cafe. She was on her lunch break and needed a quick coffee to keep her going when she spotted you in the corner table completely invested in the book you had. When she saw the title —and how absolutely gorgeous you were—Nat walked up to you saying, “that’s a great book you’ve got there. One of my favorite reads this year. What part are you at?” You, completely speechless by the beautiful woman in front of you, stuttered out a response. Before Nat knew it she was well over her lunch break after you two fell deep into discussion over the main character. Once y’all became official, you guys would have nights where you cuddled up to Nat just to listen to her read aloud.

If you’re an artist of some form—photographer, musician, painter, writer, poet, etc—Nat would be your muse. Anything that came to your creative mind often involved her in some way, shape, or form. Your memory card would be filled with images of her doing candid things like reading, cooking, working on her car, or simply walking down the street ahead of you. The song book with pages upon pages of lyrics referenced her doe eyes and gorgeous smile. The protagonist/love interest of your novel would be based around her personality. Paintings often depicted Nat or drew inspiration from your relationship.

Rooster and Bob are your closest friends in the squad. Bob because he wad Nats backseater and best friend, and Rooster because not only did he know Nat the longest but also was the first to welcome you to their little family. He’d be the first person you’d go to when asking for advice on what to get Nat for birthday, anniversary, promotion and what not. You and Bob often have deep discussions where he gives wonderful advice whenever you’re seeking a third party opinion.

Nat loved dogs so expect to have multiple in your home. You guys are always fostering to help the local animal shelter—which sometimes makes you regret it since you always cry when an animal you’ve attached to has to leave. You guys have adopted four fur babies and must live off base since on base residents are only required two pets. And there’s no way in hell you’re surrendering/re-homing your fur children. “Wait Nat, they’ve all bonded—we can’t separate them!!” “Then we’re gonna need a bigger house, baby….one with a giant yard.”

[whatelsecanwedonow]

MONICA BARBARO as Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace Top Gun: Maverick (2022) dir. Joseph Kosinski

[animezinglife]

Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

[randoauthor]

Bagman (J.S)

Pairings: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Sister!Natasha x Sister!Reader

Warnings: some suggestive lines, probably should be 18+

Word Count:1.1K

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Summary: Being Natasha's sister you were also given a very sassy attitude, which oddly, Hangman can't get enough of.

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Natasha Louise Trace was five minutes and 23 seconds older.

Yet I always came first at everything we did.

"Natty!" I cried as I spotted my twin sister in the airport, cheesy valet sign in hand.

"Bambi!" She yelled back dropping the sign to pull me into a hug. "Oh my god, I've missed you!!" You nod in agreement both of you falling into a pit of giggles.

Natasha planned to show me around North Island the best she could, and we had a blast that day after not seeing each other in nearly four years.

The two of us had finally landed at the Hard Deck for some drinks and food, and so that I could meet all of her friends and the people I would be helping.

"Boys, this is my sister, callsign Bambi." I offer a short wave before Nat and I are bombarded with questions.

"You have a sister?"

"There's more than one of you?"

"Who is older?"

"Easy there fellas," she chuckled, "to answer all these questions at once, she's my twin."

The boys around her seem astonished at the fact that we were twins.

"What does she do?" a quiet boy with glasses finally spoke up.

"I am an aerospace engineer, but I found a love for F-18, and here we are," I say confidently.

"Ah so not only is she prettier than Phoenix but she's smarter too." A voice spoke up from somewhere within the crowd, and Nat rolled her eyes.

"Bambi, this is Bagman." She states blankly.

"Hangman," He shoots back.

"Whatever." She snaps.

The two seemed tense for the rest of the night but I didn't want to pry because I was having fun with my sister. Yet, it felt as though someone was watching me.

"Trace!" a voice boomed, and my sister and I turned around to find its source. And then a moment later we hear the sinister laughing of Bagman. I noticed his stare linger for a moment on me and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Jake was good-looking, that was obvious to everyone. Including himself. His cocky attitude and poor attempt at picking girls up somehow made him more attractive than I could ever imagine. The way his hair moved when he laughed and how even though he was trying to pick up random girls I was always the one who fell back into his gaze after they turned him down.

But Natasha would kill me.

She would have me pummeled to a pulp if she found out I was trying to make moves on her little sister. But Bambi was beautiful. She was the complete opposite of Phoenix, her hair curly and pulled into a ponytail while Phoenix kept hers in a tight bun. She was a genius, I have no idea how someone would go from wanting to practice Aerospace Engineering to an F-18 technician. It makes no sense yet somehow she seemed just right for that job.

"Yo baby Trace!"

I turn around at the sound of my name only to find Hangman sitting in the corner watching my every move.

"What do you want Bagman?" I shoot back a playful smirk falling to my lips. He chuckled softly before walking over to me, invading my personal space.

"How about we make a deal." He says softly into my ear. I glance quickly around to make sure no one was paying attention, thankfully no one was.

"And what would that be?" I say with a breathy tone.

"If I beat you in pool I get to take you on a date." He says with a smirk, "And if I win?" I shoot back.

He chuckled softly.

"I'll eat you out."

I watched as her cheeks turned to a bright pink and her eyes grew wide, praying that nobody hears her.

She took a shaky deep breath before meeting my eyes.

"Deal."

Hangman smiled before handing me a pool stick, I took a deep breath as we quickly drew a crowd of on-lookers, our game of pool getting exciting.

He was winning, he was cocky and he was winning. Ball after ball was shot by Hangman and ball after ball sunk into a pocket. Until by some grace of god I manage to shoot most of my balls in one round, leaving me two balls less than Hangman. He looks at me playfully before 'accidental' missing his shot pushing the turn onto me.

I look at him with a smirk before sinking my final two balls,

"Eight-ball right corner pocket," I say with a proud grin on my face before sinking the final ball to win the game.

The bar around me erupts into cheers as I am crowded by pilots saying a jumbled mix of 'how did you beat him?' 'hangman never wins' and finally,

"Why is Hangman staring at you?" Nat says almost defensively.

I glance over at him to find that he is leaning against the wall watching in amusement an all-knowing smirk lay on his face.

I give Nat a shrug before excusing myself to step outside, I let out a sigh as the salt-mixed sea breeze hit me. The sound of the ocean was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the bar door opening as Hangman joined me outside.

"I believe you have a deal to uphold Bagman," I say with a taunting tone. He smiles before coming up behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"It's Hangman," he says back with a whisper into my ear.

"Whatever," I say playfully, feeling his hand travel slowly up my torso to where it laid gently along my collarbone. I gave a soft whimper as it continued its trail to my throat squeezing slightly.

And she was a goner.

What was a stone-cold outer shell had since melted away as I kissed along her neck, thankful that no one inside was paying attention to us.

The small whimpers and moans were driving me crazy and I couldn't wait to see what she tasted like.

I allowed my hands to roam her body before spinning her around so that I could finally kiss her.

Her lips tasted like cotton candy and her skin was as soft as velvet. I picked her up with ease before setting her gently upon the railing of the deck. The breeze was cool but the heat we were creating was burning us up. We were too enthralled in our own little world that we didn't hear the bar door open or my friends pour out onto the deck.

We did however hear Natasha as she shrieked.

"What the fuck are you doing to my sister?"

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[avi8tors]

Many fans have already established that Phoenix is great and why, but personally, I also appreciate that they didn’t at all take away from Monica Barbaro’s beauty to attempt to make her look “tougher.” I get so tired of seeing--or reading, for that matter--femininity stripped away as if conventionally and naturally pretty women somehow aren’t as badass or won’t be believed as such to an audience.

Or, when they are, they’re not dressed even a little bit practically for their role.

Everything’s natural and understated, and at least to my civilian eyes looks to code. Phoenix looks real and 100% secure in all aspects of herself, like someone who might technically be an outstanding fighter pilot but who could also be the best friend you vent to and hang out with on the weekends. We may not all know a fighter pilot like Phoenix in real life, but we all know someone like Natasha Trace (again, in a good way).

She doesn’t suffer from Not Like Other Girls™ Syndrome and I both love and appreciate that. She doesn’t feel the need to alter her appearance or attitude to compensate for anything because she knows it’s not necessary to. 

Yes, the environment she’s in is male-dominated, but she too is one of the best exactly as she is, and it shows in every detail of her character and the way she presents herself.

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Heat | Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x F!Reader

Synopsis: Discussion of dinner during a heatwave. 

One shot  1,136 words AFAB/Female reader

Warnings: Explicit MINORS DNI: oral sex (Female receiving) Notes: For @callsign-phoenix . Thank you to @lt-natrace for the beta Comments and reblogs are so appreciated. Likes are loved.  Thank you so very much for reading. It means the most.  

The old ceiling fan spins entirely too fast, moving around the stale hot air. All the windows are open in your apartment, the sliding glass door wide open in an attempt to get air flow through your home. You hear the front door open, close and the heavy thunk of a flight bag hitting the floor.

“Nat?” You call from your place on the couch, not having the energy to move.

“Hi baby,” She blows you a kiss as she heads to the bedroom, already working out of her flight suit. “Any news on the air conditioner repair?”

“Tomorrow.” You groan, placing an ice-cold water bottle to the back of your neck. “Did you get my text message about dinner?”

“Yeah,” She calls back. “Give me a second and we can talk about it.”

You lean back on the couch, catching a glimpse of your girlfriend shedding her uniform and getting into comfortable clothing. There’s a moment of pause, as it hits you again, that the beautiful woman came home to you every night. She joins you on the couch in a pair of faded cotton shorts and a tank top, and she absolutely takes your breath away in something so simple. Her hair is in a loose ponytail, the only jewelry being her dog tags and the rings on her fingers.

Her hand finds yours, bringing it to her lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “How was your day?” She scoots, her head resting on your shoulder.

“I was in meetings for most of it, and then I came home to find out the repair man didn’t come by.” Her thumb rubs over the back of your hand, the light touch sending sparks of electricity through you. “What about you?”

“Some simulated dog fights,” Nat says, “Bob and I gave them hell.”

You smile at the mention of her WSO. You had met Natasha’s back seater early on, and you were fond of the reserved man. He hid a wicked sense of humor behind mild-mannered smiles and a gentle disposition, and often found yourself talking with him when the group of you descended on the Hard Deck. “Of course you did.” You press a kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes flutter, and she grins playfully, moving to straddle your thighs. Your hands settle on her hips, holding her steady. Nat’s hands frame your face, tipping it up so she can kiss you. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you more.” You can’t help but grin when she kisses the tip of your nose. She laughs softly, breath puffing against your cheek. More kisses land on your face, along your jaw. A soft moan slides past your lips when those kisses land on your neck. You tip your head back, shivering at the gentle scrape of teeth over sensitive skin. Her hands sneak under your shirt, skimming up your sides.

“Not possible.” Natasha murmurs, her hands cupping your breasts, thumbs teasing lightly at your nipples. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She lifts her head from your neck, her lips swollen from kisses. You squirm under her, the slow touch sending heat spiraling through you. “Take it off?” She nuzzles against your shoulder, her hair tickling your neck.

You twist out of your t-shirt, placing it on the couch next to you. Almost instantly she’s kissing along your collar bone, tongue tracing along the curve of your breast. Her hands slide around to your back, undoing your bra. Wet heat closes over your nipple as she sucks at pebbled flesh, her hand groping at your other breast. She nearly purrs when your back arches, your hand sliding into her hair pressing her closer.

“Nat, please.” You whimper softly. You needed more of her, another soft moan falling from your lips when her weight shifts, grinding against your thigh. “I need you.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” She murmurs, kissing between your breasts, teeth punching lightly when she nips at you. “Let me take care of you, please.” One of her hands has settled between your legs, rubbing at the warmth pooling between your legs. Delicate fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts, a wicked grin on her face when she finds that you aren’t wearing panties.

“What a good girl.” She coos. “You’re so soft and warm. I can’t help myself,” her fingers slide along your slit, teasing at your folds. She knows exactly how to get you moaning and panting for her, your legs parting more for her. Two fingers ease into you, thrusting slowly. “You do need me, don’t you?”

You nod, head tipping back as your girlfriend continues to stroke her fingers into you. “Always need you.” You bite your lower lip, whining softly when her fingers slip from you, and she moves to kneel in front of you.

“I know you’re worried about dinner.” Natasha murmurs as she kisses at your thigh, “But I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.” You lift your hips enough to help her get your shorts down. She presses soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She smiles sweetly up at you, through her lashes. “Can I have a taste baby?”

You shiver at her words, your hand sliding into her hair, fingers scratching lightly at her scalp. “Yes,” you whisper, before she’s between your legs again. Natasha licks slowly, teasing before she’s kissing at your cunt, soft moans coming from her. The vibrations sent shivers down your spine, feeling yourself clench around her fingers, knowing that she was taking as much pleasure as she gives. Natasha is shameless as she licks and kisses at your core, fingers curling just right to make you see stars.

Her free hand is sliding over your hip, to the small of your back, encouraging you closer, to rock against her mouth. She sucks at your clit, fingers continuing to tease over the spot that makes you whine and moan. It doesn’t take you long to give in, letting the pleasure wash over you. Her mouth is tight against you, a third finger sliding in alongside the other two, the ache of stretched soothed as she continues to devour you.

“Natasha…” you whimper squirming against her. She presses closer with a low sound, tongue flicking against your clit. Your hand tightens in her hair when you come for her, intense tremors racking you, grinding yourself against her mouth and fingers wanting needing more of her.

“There’s my good girl,” She murmurs, kissing softly at your stomach, continuing up your body. She smiles against your lips before kissing you softly. “I’ll go get a bath going. We can cool off there.” Her wink and little grin let you know that it wouldn’t be cold for long. ------------ Tagging in: @callsign-phoenix @lt-natrace  @shadeds-library @atthediscowithoutpanic @writercole @hoe-on-the-range @hederasgarden @revolution-starter @princessmisery666​ @evansrogerskitten​