#trace x reader

[midnightdevotion]

Prey

Request: Reader callsign Tiger, is called back to top gun, and everyone's wondering how you know Phoenix

Pairing: none really, but it could turn in to enemies to lovers for Phoenix if that's what the people want! Reader is taller than Phoenix

a/n: this is shorter than normal but I am open to making this a whole story jut let me know!!

When you walked into the Hard deck you were almost giddy. Especially so when you see the brunette aviator who's skin you just love getting under.

You learned in your last assignment together that you had the unique ability to piss off the one and only Natasha Trace. Something even the arrogant hangman couldn't do. Not to the levels you could at least.

You're not really sure how this rivalry started, usually going more for the wanting to be friends with your fellow aviators vibe. You were always known to be cooperative and friendly, unless Trace was involved.

Then suddenly it was less about being successful as a team and more about you two one uping each other. It's petty and childish sure, but you can't help yourself when it comes to Natasha.

It became even worse when you were forced to transfer from your squadron the Black Ace's. That's when it went from a childish mess around to a pure hatred. You wanted to see her crumble, she stole your squad.

You recall the argument you had with the commanding officer who broke the news to you, hell even he looked scared of your wrath that day.

___

5 years ago

"What the FUCK do you mean I'm being transferred." there was a wild look in your eyes and god damn if your callsign didn't describe you perfectly. You saw the admiral swallow, clearly afraid to be considered 'tigers prey'.

"Lieutenant- I'm just passing along orders, this goes way above me" he tried to sound confident and commanding but you swear he shrunk under your glare.

"You can tell whatever higher up to go fuck themselves" and you walked out. Now you know you could get in trouble for acting like this, but this was the first squad you've ever had that felt like home. In your mind this is all Natasha god damn Trace's fault.

When you finally found the stupid smug brunette you stomped right up to her. She had no idea what had you so pissed and it only pissed you off more.

"what is your problem now Tiger" She basically sighed out.

"You are my problem Trace, what you don't like me so you go and get me transferred? What kind of bullshit is that this is MY TEAM"

"I have no idea-" You didn't care to hear whatever lame ass excuse was going to come from her mouth.

"Bullshit Trace- We will see each other again" and your tone is low and threatening at this point, you see Phoenix swallow as you turn to get the hell out of here.

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So to see her now, here? When you are one of the top 1% brought back to top gun? Satisfying as hell. When you see her look up and close her eyes putting her head back with a groan your grin widens.

Everyone's eyes are on you, bouncing between you and Natasha based on her reaction. You don't spare them a glance. Walking right up to the aviator herself, and grinning down at her.

The tension building between the two of you in palpable and it makes any tension between Hangman and Rooster look like kids play. Everyone looking between you too like they are watching an intense game of tennis, and it has you feeling even more smug. You can tell Phoenix's is angry, by the way she clenches her fist and jaw.

"Hey Phoeny" The cockiness that comes out in your tone has everyone a bit dumbfounded.

"Told you I'd be seeing you again" and your grinning at the way she has to look up at you to glare. The confused glances making it all the better until one mustached man steps in.

"Hey uh what's going on here" you barely spare him a glance.

"Got a knight in shinning Hawaiian shirts huh Phe" The way you laugh has everyone waiting on bated breath. "too bad he won't be able to save you in the air" and with that you put your sunglasses back over your eyes, giving her a wicked grin and turning to go back to the bar.

You can hear them as you leave, most of them confused as to who the hell you are--until they hear your callsign.

"Phoenix who was that?" the knight in Hawaiian shirts asks

"That is Tiger. We were stationed together for a little bit, she blames me for how it ended."

"THATS TIGER" comes hangmans loud shout. He's heard so many stories about how in the sky you were cold and calculated, just like a tiger hunting its prey. Natasha looks over when she hears Hangman whistle.

"I would so not want to be you right now" and his focus goes back to his pool game.

_____

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50/50 [Thermite (Jordan Trace) x Reader]

(Hi! A little A/N before the story! I know the Rainbow fan population here is short, but I do take requests! I will post the prompt list I took for this one. I will write for any operator! I will do all and any request, for the prompt list, please put the genre (Misc, angst, fluff) as a letter (M,A,F) and the number)

Doc and Maverick anons: I’ll have your requests posted within the next couple of days, sorry for the wait!

Pairing: Thermite x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, minor talk about death 

Genre/Word Count: Fluff (mild angst near the end)/1.3k

You had joined Team Rainbow about 3 years ago. You were a smart, and a natural born leader. You were also a practical joker, playing small, harmless pranks on each and every operator. Even the stern Taina had a laughing fit over your pranks. So you’d think the other childish person of Team Rainbow would get along with you right? Nope. WRONG. Jordan disliked you. But you never understood why. You thought you had started on good terms with the Texan.

Whenever he was assigned to the same practice groups, he would be the one to call you into the wrong hallway, leading to your early elimination and negative report. You were starting to get pissed off. Last week was the fourth time in a row he had done it, you were getting sick of his behavior. This week, you wouldn’t listen to him.

You chose to start off in a different segment of the training map. You stuck with Erik, the quieter one of the hard breachers. The two of you worked closely, eliminating the other practice team rather quickly. It had boiled down to a 2v1. Sadly, your companion had sprung a trap, forcing him to move to the spectators group. It was now down to you and Thermite. You groaned when he shot you a smug smile. 

“Looks like it’s just me and you, let’s hope I get the final kill.” 

“No. Also, I think in a second it’ll just be me left.”

He narrowed his eyes as you both kept moving, “What do you me-” His eyes widened as he spotted the trap he had triggered, signalling the last enemy of your positions. Without practically any effort, you aimed and perfectly shot the ball of paint at their head, ending your practice with a victory. Jordan looked up at you with angry eyes. You smirked and quickly bounded down the stairs to the open area. You ignored the angry call of your name as you regrouped with Maverick. You made small talk with him as you left the practice room.

At meal time, you sat next to Maverick. Surprisingly, you two got along very well, he had never laughed so hard with anyone else. And you had never had anyone stick around as long as he did while you endlessly told shitty puns and dad jokes. You ate while Erik told of a story from his childhood, but had paused to lean down to your ear, “I think someone’s a little jealous.”

He shifted his eyes toward Jordan's direction. Jordan was seated with Emmanuelle and Yumiko. He was glaring at the two of you, but mostly at the taller man seated to your left. “Him? No, he hates me. Hated me since day 1.” “What about you then, I swear sometimes I see you staring at him in wonder.”

Blood rushed to your face as you stuttered to defend yourself, “Yeah, wondering how he’s such a dumbass!” In all honesty, you did have a small crush on Jordan. He was very cute, and the rivalry had caused intrigue. But you didn’t think anything could happen between the both of you.

 At the other table, Jordan watched as Erik had leaned down, brushing his hand to move your hair back so you could hear him better. Yumiko watched as his hands tightened significantly around his fork, “Jordan, what’s wrong?”

“Hmm? Oh no it’s just… those two have been getting awfully close lately.”

“Does our little Jordan have a crush?” 

Emmanuelle chuckled at the thought, teasingly pinching the grown man’s cheek. He slapped her hand away, “I do NOT have a crush on that gremlin!” 

“Oh yeah, sure, yeah no, of course not.” She winked at Yumiko, which fueled Jordan’s statement of denial. For a while he was distracted, until he heard a loud laughter protruding from your table. Erik had caused you to laugh, making water come out from your nose, causing Erik to snort, which made you laugh even harder. 

Without another word, he slammed his fist onto the table and got up, chucking the uneaten food in the garbage before leaving. He let the heavy door hit the wall. The laughter from you and Erik ceased, “See? He’s jealous.” 

You shook your head and finished your meal. As you walked back to your room, the thought lingered on your mind, ‘Does Jordan like me too?’ You sat in bed, thinking over things

 “Why do I like him if he hates me?” 

For the rest of the day, you just slept. By the time you opened your eyes it was pitch black outside, and the clock next to you read 11:43 PM. You certainly weren’t going to sleep for the rest of the night.  

You changed into more comfortable clothes and headed out, spotting the room you searched for. You questioned your own thought process, but at the same time, it seemed perfect. Prank Jordan so he hates you even more so in turn you learn to dislike him too. But as you stood outside his room, you were hesitant. 

You took a deep breath and stepped in. His light snores let you know he was sleeping soundly. You tiptoed around, holding your breath as you grabbed the slim object. A practically fatal mistake. A beefy, bandaged hand held on tightly to your wrist. With a sheepish smile, you tilted your head to the right, “Oh hey buddy… I was just… making sure your alarm works!”

You tugged your arm back, but Jordan seemed to panic as the screen turned on, faced away from you. He sat up, yanking your wrist with one hand as he grabbed his phone with the other, “What the hell were you trying to do?”

“Uhh… find and send an embarrassing picture or screenshot on your phone to the group chat.”

“Fuck off.”

You huffed and stuck out your hand, “You’re right Jordan, I am very irresponsible and my pranks are childish. I swear I won’t try this stuff on you again. I know I should’ve respected your privacy, and shouldn’t have woken you up, because sleep is very important.”

He looked at you in disbelief, but too tired to care, he shook your hand. “I’m glad we have an understan-”

You moved down, gripping on his forearm and yanked him down as you threw your legs over and around his neck, making him fall forward. You snatched the phone back as you sat comfortably on his bed, while he desperately tried to pull your legs away from his throat.

“Like that move? Taina showed me how to do it!” You said cheerfully, looking down as you turned on the phone. What you saw made you pause, and release your tight grip on the poor hard-breacher. 

“Am… Am I your lockscreen?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” He rubbed at his throat while you examined the picture. It was you. It was the end of your first mission 3 years ago. After a victory, you had all gone out to eat. In the photo, you had several sauces covering your chin and lips, a sneaky picture. You looked like a 4 year old as you looked around the table in shock, being around so many people you looked up too. Including him. 

“Jordan… why do you hate me?” 

“I don’t. I just didn’t want to get close.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to risk losing you. You know what happens to people like us in these fields. Every mission is a 50/50 chance of living to see the next day.”

You helped Jordan up from the floor, “I like you too Jordan. And maybe if we went on more missions together, we could protect one another…”

He smiled down at you. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.” 

You tossed the phone on the bedside table. He laid down and dragged you with him by curling his arms around your waist. That night, you slept comfortably. In the morning, you still sent that embarrassing screenshot to the chat.