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hon förtjÀnade detta!
Grattis Saga Becker!
IgĂ„r skrev Saga Becker historia. Hon Ă€r den första transpersonen som vunnit pris för bĂ€sta kvinnliga huvudroll i Guldbaggegalan. Dessutom fick hon priset för sin debutfilm âNĂ„nting mĂ„ste gĂ„ sönderâ.
âDen hĂ€r kvĂ€llen kanske för mĂ„nga handlar om film. Men för mig personligen och för mĂ„nga andra handlar det om nĂ„got som Ă€r sĂ„ jĂ€vla mycket större. Det vi Ă„stadkommit det hĂ€r Ă„ret Ă€r sĂ„ jĂ€vla stort. Det har pĂ„verkat sĂ„ mĂ„nga mĂ€nniskor. Vi har förĂ€ndrat mĂ€nniskors liv. Det kan inget pris i vĂ€rlden toppaâ, sa Saga Becker i sitt tacktal.
NÄnting mÄste gÄ sönder Àr en poetisk film som tar upp viktiga frÄgor om könsroller och normer, samt hur det Àr att försöka finna sig sjÀlv i en tvÄkönsvÀrld, och vad som hÀnder nÀr en försöker bryta sig loss frÄn samhÀllets starka mönster. Filmen Àr vacker, ibland hemsk, men framför allt vÀldigt fin.
Se den!
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Gwain Saga- The Chosen One!
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Iâm Inlove with this outfit!
#gwain saga#avm#avm purple#avm red#avm second coming#alan becker#animation vs minecraft#animator vs animation#avm ask blog#avm blue#avm green
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I actually am going insane over RW!Alan (AU by @chickenkurage) he's so msnsjndhdjdjjdhdjdhdjdnjdn it makes me want to eat him RAGAHDJHDH
Anyways I'm gonna say this everywhere Ithaca saga epic the musical out and everyone should listen to it
#rwalanbecker#alan becker#fanart#rw!alan becker#reality warped alan becker#i love u rwalan#I LOVE U SO MUCHH#hes actually me#alan becker au#ava#animator vs animation#ava au#i still cant believe im hyperfixated on an au#maybe this is me coping with epic ending#also when i listened to ithaca saga i felt so many things and it somehow led me to drawing this#i want chapter 9 rw alan#i refresh the rw fic tab every 3 hours to see if updated#im so sad he didnt win#i cried to my friends about it#they laughed at me đđ#theyre so mean bullies/aff#my art#btw im very proud of the hands be proud of me too
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waiting for the sapling
#alan becker#animation vs minecraft#animator vs animation#alan becker fanart#avm#ava#avm blue#ava blue#alan becker blue#waiting for the sapling saga
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Can you ramble about Ellis ggy?
Okay, okay, where to start, I think thereâs like, a lot to go over so Iâm gonna try to start from the beginning. This is gonna be a long post so strap in folks. (and ignore my discord nickname, it's an inside joke)
The Descent into Madness
Back in January/February of this year I decided to pick up writing as a hobby, I started off with little blurbs of a potential SB rewrite I had cooking up (and still cooking up today), however thatâs not relevant to Ellis, so Iâm skipping to the fic heâs actually include in. So, on February 4th I drew this as a joke, but then I wanted to expand on it and make it a fic.
(You can tell this is old by how light Ellis is and comparing him to my current design LMAO) (and the "like the show?" is supposed to be a reference to transformers)
That being said, that fic wasnât even entirely focused on him, the basic premise was Greg came out to Ellis as nonbinary and Ellis would go âlike the code??? XDDDD!!!!â, isn't he so quirky and not like other girls?? /j
âGuys the wormsâ haha, if only you knew dude.
Okay anyways, the thing was, I donât think I got that far into reading GGY because most of it SUCKED and was really out of character. I didnât even used the names âRabâ or âBootsâ which actually annoys me so bad I donât even wanna look at it. Sorry to the Instagram followers who wanted to see it, itâs in the garbage now and I hate it, but thatâs completely okay! It was a learning experience for me, which lead me to my next fic that I am. Technically. Still. Working on.
I think this was the moment I realized I grew to be in love with Ellisâs âcharacterâ, in quotation marks because heâs not really a character yâknow. This is also when I found a way to read GGY properly, so that means Iâd have my fic more accurate. I actually documented my reading on my instagram (same username) if youâre interested, though itâs kind of corny looking back on it, definitely exaggerated some of my opinions on it.
If you follow my Instagram, you can see in a story I revealed that I currently find the fic really unfun to work on, and that I enjoyed working on a different one. Let me just explain, I believe that the fic is like, angst with no merit, someone might enjoy reading something like that but I donât like writing it personally. Right now, Iâm in the process of replanning, which is why Iâd like to thank our todayâs sponsor, Milanote!!!1! Kidding, but Milanote has genuinely made things easier for me itâs kind of insane. Obviously Iâm going to keep some aspects in the fic (not spoiling though ^_^) but I hope to make it fun for me to work on again this time around.
I forgot to put my uquiz answer description thing I make for him here wait:
Ellis has a minor role in the short story âGGY.â He is described as being impatient nearly all of the time, bouncing on his heels when he is. He often jokes around with his friend Tony, purposely calling him Tinkerbell instead of the pseudonym Tarbell, and telling him that he thinks too much. He immediately brushes off the writing assignment in Mrs. Sotoâs class, saying that the story is due in two weeks and theyâve got plenty of time.
His dad insists that Sundays are for family time. He considers Tonyâs real life investigations lame, making a dramatic snoring sound effect when Tony tells him he was people watching. At the end of GGY, Ellis ends up changing Tonyâs story completely, albeit probably because of manipulation from Greg/GGY himself, he also compliments the changes they made by saying âit gets better.â (It doesnât get better theyâre probably going to get an F đ«¶)
Ellis Fan Design(s)
In this section Iâm just going to be rambling about Ellis fan designs, not naming any names though because itâs not really a specific design, just specific design aspects. Soo my first thing is: please stop making him grey/ashy or hell, incredibly lightđąđąđą it reminds me of when I was like 11 and all of my black characters were borderline grey. My second thing is that Iâve seen a handful of designs where he just. Doesnât have curly hair. It annoys me sooo bad like guys please đđ umm another thing is when people donât give his square jaw, like maybe they do but itâs just really subtle??? Idk!!!
Anyways my Ellis design went through many changes actually, but one thing that remained consistent was the long hair with the. Brown?? Idk how to describe it lmao. Here are some sketches from old sketchbooks!! There are some more but those are kind of spoiler territory for my fic so >_>,, gotta wait another 8 months for those! /j
Way before these sketches were even created, I had an idea on how Ellis would dress, it's um. It's definitely a fashion statement...!
These were the drawings that had the designs I wanted to stick with, and have stuck with to this day! I took the idea that he would be a Monty fan and ran with it, for the jacket you can actually see it in the "im nonbinary" "like the code???" doodle I did, however looking back the short sleeved jacket and the long sleeved was kind of ugly.. In one of the doodles above, I drew him with ripped jeans, while they're quite fun they wouldn't really fit with the design I have now (and also I can't fit the rips on the current jeans anywhere)
However, that is old art, so here is his current ref I made for art fight! You can actually view his profile here!!!
The he/him/she/her pronouns (for simplification reasons I will only be using he/him in this post) and his birthday being on April 5th actually has some reason to it BUT we are not there yet!!! Oh!! And what's that thing at the bottom? Songs I associate with him?? what!!!
Ellis Playlist WHATT
Pretend I had a really smooth transition into this next topic, ANYWAY!! I'm going to pick a small handful of songs from the playlist and make them relate to Ellis in some way, because I. am really normal. ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
áŽșáŽŒá” áŽŸáŽžáŽŹá”᎔áŽșᎳ : Just Take My Wallet - Jack Stauber's Micropop
hope you like the formatting on this section, anyway
Your mama's crying Your mama's crying for you Mama's lying Oh, what's she trying to do To you?
I think this is self explanatory, after Tony's mom lost her only son a natural instinct is to cry her eyes out. For the "Mama's lying" part I'm just going to bullshit an answer that's relevant to the fic I'm writing. Sooo, in the context that is Ellis being like, y'know, sad, his mom would obviously try to comfort him, and since I hc that he blames himself somewhat, she'd try to tell him it isn't his fault and such, however Ellis doesn't believe that, which is where the "lying" part comes in. For the last two parts, Tony's parents actively tried to change what Tony wrote stories about, aka kind of changing his whole shtick idk.
Good times are singing They sang, they sang Those times are echoing through me Through me
Another theme in my fic is that Ellis reminisces, A LOT. Like first few paragraphs he's like "I miss my friends bro what the fuck!!!!!!!!11"
What's the softest way to say You took away my friend, my buddy? What's the kindest way to say You took away my friend? What's the kindest way to say You took away my friend, my buddy? What's the kindest way to say The end?
In this little animatic idea in my head, this is the part where Ellis and Gregory reunite and Ellis comes to the realization he killed Tony, "The end?" represents them cutting ties with each other, because there's no way their relationship can be healthy anymore. OR IS THERE?? DUN DUN DUNNNNN....
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áŽșáŽŒá” áŽŸáŽžáŽŹá”᎔áŽșᎳ : Boys Don't Cry - The Cure
I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I have said too much Been too unkind
After Tony gets really pissed with Ellis, Ellis didn't realize what was wrong until later, in which he'd want to apologize and change Tony's mind about not wanting him to work on any writing assignment with him anymore. However he had done too much damage he can't undo, and also Tony is dead but SHHHH SHHHH
I tried to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I tried to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry
Ellis, being the comedic type in my hc (and many other's I think), would use humor to cover up his feelings by using humor as a coping mechanism y'know? "Boys don't cry" was/still is quite the common mindset, assuming Ellis would believe in said mindset, he's given another reason to not cry. Sorry that's probably a reach HELP.
I would break down at your feet And beg forgiveness, plead with you But I know that it's too late And now there's nothing I can do
I'm pretty sure Ellis would do anything to get Tony back, your honor that was his BEST BUDDY. The last two lines are obvious because Tony is like, dead,,,,, anyways skipping the next section because I'd just repeat myself
I would tell you that I loved you If I thought that you would stay But I know that it's no use And you've already gone away
Ok actually I'm gonna be repeating myself regardless because something something Ellis doesn't want Tony to leave but it's too late and Tony leaves and then dies blahhhh
Misjudged your limits Pushed you too far Took you for granted Thought that you needed me more, more, more
In GGY, Tony brings up that Ellis is very immature and feels as if he is outgrowing him, Ellis changing up his story is what broke the camels back, which is where "misjudged your limits/pushed you too far/took you for granted" comes in, Ellis, thinking Tony thought of him as someone he couldn't lose, so it'd hurt when Tony seemed to drop him just like that (ok well to him it seems unexpected but y'know, Tony's "im not like other girls" inner monologues. (kidding))
Now I would do most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry
For the first two lines, I immediately think of @kai-rio 's (sorry for the @ lmk if you want to be removed but also you're really normal about Ellis like me so) Ellis fic, you can read it right here, um, in the briefest summary I can give of the first part, Ellis goes "omg I need to find Tony !!!!! >_<" and like plans. to go to that. like he gets geared up /j. I'd make a joke about the ending but that'd be SPOILERS.... anyways refer to what I said before for the other lines.
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áŽșáŽŒá” áŽŸáŽžáŽŹá”᎔áŽșᎳ : I Can't Handle Change - Roar
Hangin' out where I don't belong is nothing new to me I get tired, and I get sick, and then I lose the strength to leave
If anyone reading this saw that. dumbass papa louie pals scene I made, I hc Ellis to be like!!! really alienated from everyone even if he comes off as an extrovert (im giving him every mental illness Ellis im sorry). Funny fact, in one of my ideas for the Ellis fic rework, I have a point that says "mention Ellis constantly feeling sick", not in the literal sense obviously, but it ties in with this lyric methinks.
I can't handle change I can't handle change
Ellis is left grieving the loss of his friend, a change, like the lyric says, he can't handle/accept
Nothing I do is ever good Nothing I do is ever good enough Nothing I do is ever good Nothing I do is ever good Nothing I do is ever good enough Nothing I do is ever good
Did I mention I'm giving him every mental illness ever (/j) well that also includes an inferiority complex, really ties in with the feeling alienated from everyone thing, yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leave me alone Leave me alone (I wanna go home now) Leave me alone Leave me alone (I wanna go home now)
Guys would you be shocked if I said that I interpret this as Ellis wanting to be left alone??!????!???!?! "I wanna go home now" makes me think of this scene in my fic where Ellis remembers Tony's funeral (you can't spell funeral without fun btw! /j) and wanting to leave like 30 minutes in because he felt so overwhelmed
I can't help but repeat myself I know it's not your fault Still lately, I begin to shake For no reason at all For no reason at all For no reason at all For no reason at all For no reason at all
This would be Ellis to Greg, as Tony's death technically wasn't his fault, but he has to repeat it in his head like a mantra because Greg and GGY shared the same face and it's hard to separate the two from one another. Shaking for seemingly no reason is a symptom of anxiety, and if you checked Ellis's art fight page that I really need to revamp, it's stated he has that so!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!
G-g-g-grellis⊠VOMITS IN MOUTH. /j (and shipping in the GGY community in general ig)
I think Iâm like the only person who ships this now,,,,, Ummmm I just wanna say I donât really take this shipping thing too seriously because theyâre just middle school kids and theyâre bound to be silly/awkward. Obviously they do have potential to be really angsty like âoh my god you killed my best friend why do I still love you? Is it because Iâm still in love with the person you pretended to be?â Or something idk itâs dumb I like to focus on the sillier things like passing notes in class, trash talking teachers they donât like, and sharing snacks with each other or whatever.
Absolutely unrelated but can we NOT use the term "yaoi" to describe the relationship between two middle schoolers like, i'm sorry that's just hella weird. Sorry if this is flipline addictspilled flipline addictsmaxxing /inside joke but it's like saying "middle school boy yaoi" like is that NOT weird to you? Also I've seen some really iffy ship art and whenever I come across it I just think to myself: "bro aren't they like twelve???" And Iâve seen no one acknowledge it in the tags of the art, and Iâve brought it up to a friend who is an outsider to the GGY community and they thought the same thing too. Look. Maybe Iâm just aroace and believe that romance shouldnât all be about kissing and shit but someone here has got to agree right đ
Anyways back to Grellis!!! When I first saw them, I thought their alternative ship name, âGrelâ, was âGelâ, and I thought that was the funnier shit ever. You might be asking why I ship them and itâs because like, theyâre seen interacting with each other for most of the story, and I donât have to rely on post-canon âwhat-ifsâ to get their relationship to work.
Ummm for their dynamic I already said they're just silly middle schoolers so. go my grellis related pics
also they play roblox together and watch the mlp eq movies but at the same time they head bang to death metal. Uhh I'm not gonna write about how I think these songs are so them(tm) but two songs I associate with them are Romantic Lover by Eyedress, and Door by iDKHOW. Also my friend @rippcharddrive drew them for an art fight attack and it was the best day of my life
now one might be asking, "why the fuck is NuMarcus from Papa Louie there" well!!!
NUTIMM (And Papa Louie in general)
Now you might remember when I said that I hc Ellis to be born on April 5th and use he/she pronouns and that we'll come back to that later. The reason is Papa Louie, okay well, NuTimm (Timm x NuMarcus) specifically, but Papa Louie in general. But before we get into it, I edited Ellis in the Flipline Style once ^_^
Ok so really short origin story of NuTimm is that it started off as a joke and two of my friends role played them breaking up, but Niall (rippcharddrive) started getting attached to it. Sooner or later he added them to his tomodachi life island and on March 31st 2024, they got together!!! and got married in under and hour of doing so!!! Now, how does this relate to Ellis? well on April 3rd, Timm got knocked up bro /JJJ
Niall didn't know what to name the baby so I jokingly suggested the name Ellis and everyone else liked it so the baby was going to be named Ellis!!
And on April 5th (I think you can understand why that's his birthday now), she was born!!! And everyone in du2 thought she was ugly </3
To make a long story short they ended up having like 7 more kids I think I forgot, and many more grandkids. Then one day I decided to get Tomodachi Life myself (with the help of Niall), made my own island and added fnaf Ellis and NuTimm Ellis to it, long story short they fell in love and eventually got married and became the gayest straight couple (/j). NuMarcus, wanting to give Ellis a head start in parenting, made 2 NuBaby's, each of which have incredibly long and stupid names because Ellis wanted to piss him off.
BUT THEN... THE PLOT THICKENS. On Nialls island, Gregory and NuTimm Ellis fell in love and also got married, thus forming the most confusing love triangle of all time. IM RUNNING OUT OF IMAGES BUT here is when I started using he/she for Ellis
ok guys pretend i have a really good transition to the next and probably last section
Headcanons (shocked face emoji)
I've mentioned multiple of my Ellis hcs in the song portion but I haven't really made an entire list of them so!! Here we go guys!!! We're at the homestretch!!!
- ummm neurodivergent (AuDHD), I interpret him bouncing his heels in that one scene in GGY as his stimming thanks, he also quotes memes as a vocal stim pray for him /jjj - types with a lot of emoticons and exclamation marks - laughs at the dumbest crap ever, you could show him the "she strogan me off till i beef" video and he'd cry laughing - somehow knows every unblocked games website - Picks at his. acne all the time - Knows the" most obscure ass media, he'll go up to Tony and Greg and be like: "Have you guys heard of Zigglyblorfblorf??" and they'll be like "???? WHAT????" - Wanted to become a youtuber when he was way younger because he thought it would be easy and it would make him look cool and awesome (his parents did NOT approve). Speaking of parents I made. fan designs. for them. SEE GUYS I AM SO NORMAL!!! THEY TOTALLY DONT HAVE THEIR OWN LORE OR ANYTHING!!! and totally can't be their own standalone characters1!!!
- Ellis is quite fond of dancing actually ^_^ boogieing and jiving is something he likes - Cuts the fat off his steak before eating it, he HATES the texture - Very emotional/sensitive :// - he sort of kind of lets his full personality show around Tony and Greg which kinda makes the whole âTony feels like heâs outgrowing Ellis and thinking heâs immatureâ worse maybe because idk. Differences. - 5'4-5'6 ft tall idk idk - he probably dies ngl /j
- love-hate relationship with slasher films
- on one hand heâs like âhahahah people dying XD Iâm so different!!â And genuinely just being squeamish.
Conclusion
um so. i'm glad you've read this far. thanks for reading about my insane thoughts about Ellis GGY uhhh TLDR:
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf security breach#tales from the pizzaplex#fnaf tftp#fnaf sb#fnaf ggy#ggy fnaf#ggy#ggy trio#fnaf gregory#gregory fnaf#fnaf ellis#ellis fnaf#tony becker#fnaf tony#tony fnaf#my art#jamie speaks into the void#nutimm saga#nutimm ellis#YEAH NUTIMM ELLIS HAS HER OWN TAG WHAT ABOUT IT#i spent the entire day writing this help
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Aw- shame :(
I hope they didn't get angry for what you did.
On another note...
What have you been up to so far?
[Victim]: They in fact didn't get angry. That's all I'll say....also how do you know-
[Victim]: On that other note, I've tried my hand at drawing some more. I actually tried drawing that kitten that likes me so much:
[Victim]: But I'm not used to drawing in a blocky style.. I'll improve.
(OOC: I love this flower incident saga- if we're even calling it that-)
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Me trying to figure out which "Dark" is The Dark Lord and which is Dark Steve give me whiplash
I was like "oh steve saga incorrect quote?"
And the MT shows up and I'm like ???
And don't get me started on the color gang vs color steves
So mf confused but I love these two fandoms full of these silly lil color-named guys.
#steve saga#the steve saga#favremysabre#alan becker#animation vs minecraft#avm#animator vs animation#ava
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Since it's Indie Animation Day...
I figured I'd repost that list of other animation creators on YouTube that I shared last week, separate from it's original, weird context. I've also included several more entries based on suggestions in the comments. Thanks for the feedback! General Content Warning: Some of the below is not for kids, or contains violence or other subject matter some viewers might find distressing. Please use your adult discretion. Also, this is not a list of moral endorsements. I know some of these creators personally, but many of them I do not. While I have tried to make sure I'm not listing anyone who is a criminal or otherwise objectively harmful person, I don't have encyclopedic knowledge of every little internet drama that has gone down (and chances are I'm not super interested in hearing about it all because it's really difficult to tell fact from fiction from hyperbole around here).
Anyway, check out some Indie Animation:
Far-Fetched Worthikids Satina | Scumhouse Noodle and Bun Punch Punch Forever Ramshackle Noodle Papajoolia | Pipi Angel Hare | The East Patch Jonni Peppers Salad Fingers Monkey Wrench Studio Heartbreak Felix Colgrave JelloApocalypse Odd1sout (started indie, got picked up by Netflix) Allie Mehner JaidenAnimations Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy Cloudrise | The Worlds Divide Telepurte RubberRoss James Lee ENA Godspeed | Olan Rogers Ollie and Scoops Meat Canyon Port by the Sea Kekeflipnote Boxtown Kevin Temmer Weebl Joel Haver CircleToons Long Gone Gulch Atlas and the Stars Animist Skibidi Toilet A Fox in Space Alex Henderson Talon Toniko Pantoja Sr. Pelo Hullabaloo Kane Pixels (started indie, picked up by A24) Homestar Runner Fennah Gods' School Alan Becker Dungeon Flippers JazLyte Psychicpebbles (started indie, Smiling Friends picked up by AS) Piemations vewn Metal Family Dead Sound chluaid Jacknjellify Betsy Lee | No Evil My Pride Cranbersher GeoExe | Gwain Saga Horatio the Vampire Mech West Playground | Rodrigo Sousa The Brave Locomotive Finchwing (+ check out other Warrior Cats animators) Quazies SamBakZa Kamikaze: Trial by Fire Parasomnia
#animation#indie animation#indie animation day#creators#youtube cartoons#youtube animation#lackadaisy
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Transfem authors of fiction: a list
I wrote a version of this list in Swedish for a meatspace friend, figure I might redo it for a tumblr audience. The books recommended are usually novels, and in case of prolific authors, the one recommended is usually the most successful and acclaimed one. I haven't read all of these, but I'm working on it. The list is in alphabetical order after the author's last name. I added some notes to the list, to introduce the authors and their books.
Nota Bene this list is based on my personal research, and largely reflects my own tastes in fiction, as in what I've read and considered reading. And it is of course not at all complete. And it's a transfem authors list, so no transmasc authors no matter how worthy. And it's about authors of fiction, not memoirs or non-fiction. So no Christine Jorgensen, even if she wrote a book I want to read. And Jan Morris gets in based on her two Hav novels, not her more prolific non-fiction work. Links are to my reviews on this blog if they exist.
Anders, Charlie Jane - SF/F writer, debuted with Choir Boy (2005), but most famous for All The Birds in the Sky (which won a Nebula).
Aoki, Ryka - her latest sf/f novel Light from Uncommon Stars is her most popular, but she has published both fiction and poetry before.
Becker, Saga - VÄra Tungor Smakar vÄld (Swedish author, her book is untranslated, although quite good)
Binnie, Imogen - Nevada
Daniels, April - Dreadnought and its sequel Sovereign. Novels about a teenage trans girl superhero.
Deane, Maya - Wrath Goddess Sing
Felker-Martin, Gretchen - Manhunt (horror novel)
Kaveney, Roz - Tiny Pieces of Skull (also wrote the Rhapsody of Blood fantasy series, plus numerous poetry collections and non-fiction)
Kiernan, Caitlin R. - Usually categorized as a horror author, written numerous novels and short stories since her debut novel SIlk in 1998. The most acclaimed are probably her novels The Red Tree and The Drowning Girl (which won the Bram Stoker Award)
Leitz, May - Fluids and Girlflesh (review forthcoming)
Morris, Jan - Hav (mostly wrote non-fiction, history books and travel literature, Hav is an omnibus of her two novels about Hav, both "imagined travelogues" about a fictitious country)
Peters, Torrey - Detransition Baby
Plett, Casey - Little Fish (Lambda award winner)
Pollack, Rachel - Prolific writer of several kinds of books, including a pioneering career as a sf/f writer. Did her fictional debut with a short story in a 1971 anthology (credited under her deadname) and published her first novel Golden Vanity in 1980, which are literally the earliest pieces of fiction by an out trans person (not memoir or non-ficton) I've been able to find. So very much a pioneer. Her most acclaimed book is probably Godmother Night (1996) which won the World Fantasy Award. Also wrote comics, most notably Doom Patrol.
Rumfitt, Alison - Tell me I'm Worthless
Serano, Julia - 99 Erics (her debut as a novelist after years of pioneering transfeminist writing and poetry)
Thornton, Jeanne - Summer Fun (Lambda award winner)
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tag nine people you'd like to know better
I. favourite colours: red, always been my favourite.
II. favourite flavours: Loving asian dishes at the moment; teriyaki stir-fry, ramen, gyoza, chili-oil noodles.
III. favourite genres: Action and fantasy mostly. I'm such a wimp, I'm useless when it comes to horror.
IV. favourite music: At the moment, I'm OBSESSED with Epic: The Ocean Saga. It's a concept musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans based on the Odyssey and tells Odysseus' journey from Troy and his attempts to get back home. The previous albums are the Troy Saga and the Cyclops Saga and they are amazing!!!! If you have a moment, definitely give them a listen.
V. favourite movies: I adore the original Beauty and the Beast, my all-time favourite movie. But I also really love Pretty Woman, as cliché as that sounds.
VI. favourite series: Oh, it changes depending on what's new at the moment and what I can binge. Yellowstone, Supernatural, The Boys, the new Percy Jackson at the moment is really hitting a vibe. Also adore The Sandman and House of the Dragon. The Last of Us goes without saying too.
VII. last song: Ruthlessness from Epic: The Ocean Saga. Seriously obsessed with this track and Steven Rodriguez who voices Poseidon.
VIII. last series: Percy Jackson and The Olympians on Disney+. (definitely helps that Toby Stephens is cast as Poseidon.)
IX. last movie: The last film I watched was Forrest Gump on New Year's Even, because I quite like the movie and my mam and sis had never actually seen it.
X. currently reading: The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker. An interesting and deep look into the signs our body gives us when we're in danger and how to recognise them and learn to trust them.
XI. currently watching: At the moment, I'm not watching anything, just binging Frontiers of Pandora on my PS5.
XII. currently working on: I'm still very slowly working on a fanfiction I've been writing since I was 17 in the YuGiOh fandom called Paper Roses. I didn't update for 4 years, but then finally got my arse into gear and back into writing. It's been rewritten over the years, but I'm doing a final overall rewrite of old chapters and slowly working on a new one for all the lovely readers who have stuck by me for so many years.
tagged by: @holyguardian tagging: @loqis @ceaselxss @denzelxstrife @fairfallcn @littlexsisterxulric @lightrookie @wingsandsteel
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genuine question: is it okay to use cis women fcs as a trans muse as long as it's a respectful portrayal? i'm looking for an fc for my muse but there's such a lack of resources for trans women fcs. and if it's not too much, i would also be soo grateful if you had suggestions for me. my muse is a witch, she's very powerful and has this dark aura. i wanted someone who was alternative looking.
Laverne Cox (1972) African-American - had an alt look in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - her role American Horror Story: Double Feature gives powerful vibes - has spoken up for Palestine!
Nyla Rose (1982) Oneida / African-American.
Ravyn Ariah Wngz (1984) Mohawk, Tanzanian, Afro-Bermudian - is a Two-Spirit trans woman (she/her) - has spoken up for Palestine!
Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American.
Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American / Puerto Rican - had alt vibes in Tick, Tick⊠Boom!
Jesse James Keitel (1993) - has alt vibes in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds.
Anthony Lexa (2000) - is a trans woman - ha spoken up for Palestine!
Aaron Philip (2001) Afro-Antiguan - has cerebral palsy - has spoken up for Palestine!
No resources:
Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro-Tobagonian - general powerful vibes and often sports different hair colours, her role in POSE would be great.
Laura Jane Grace (1980) - is the signer of a rock band and has tattoos!
Anjali Lama (1984) Nepalese.
Munroe Bergdorf (1987) Afro Jamaican / English - has spoken up for Palestine!
Saga Becker (1988) - general alt vibes and has her septum pierced.
Jordan Gray (1989) - is blind in her left eye.
Daniela Vega (1989) Chilean.
Backxwash / Ashanti Mutinta (1991) Zambian.
KornBread / Demoria Elise Williams (1992) African-American - her wearing dark lipstick is chef kiss.
Stef Sanjati (1995) - has Waardenburg Syndrome.
Liniker (1995) Afro-Brazilian - is a genderfluid trans woman.
Ethel Cain (1998) - is bisexual and autistic - has spoken up for Palestine!
Britney Manson (1999)
Nava Mau (?) Mexican - signed for permanent ceasefire in Gaza. "In the name of peace and justice, I stand for liberation."
Hey anon! Please note that I'm not a trans woman (but I am trans) and the general consensus is to try and find a trans faceclaim first and if that's not possible then it's ok to use a cis faceclaim - but make sure it's a cis woman being cast for a trans woman! Here's a list of trans woman though who I'd LOVE to see used for a character like that.
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Every Time It Comes Around Pt.II
Fic Summary: Hangman and Phoenix have a lot of growing up to do from the first time they meet. Four times Hangman and Phoenix could have realized there is more than insults and competition between them and one time they do.
aka Hangman and Phoenix are messyyyy. but then they grow up. kind of.
Pairings: Phoenix/Hangman, Phoenix/Rooster
Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Language, alcohol consumption, SMUT (Rooster)
A/N: Welp, this one went from a drabble to a saga real fast. Like got way way way out of control. Went from one shot to two chapter I definitely stretched some of the themes. All in good fun...hopefully. From my head to the page with few edits.
Did I try to read a fighter pilot manual to understand maneuvers? Yes. Is the part about flying accurate? NO. Also, I donât snowboard so please forgive me.
Comments/reblogs appreciated xx
Playlist: Hereâs the playlist for this chapter! Some of the themes have direct references to songs and for others, the songs served as inspiration.
The first time it happens, itâs an accident.
Natasha tears off her helmet in frustration. A whole week of working on a maneuver, and sheâs still getting it wrong. Well, not wrong exactly but sheâs watched several pilots in the class ahead do it without bleeding as much speed as she is. And by several, that really means Seresin.Â
Becker shoves past her on his way down the flight line. âWhat the hell is your problem, Trace? I told you we had it over an hour ago. Make me freaking late for my date with your little miss perfect show up there.âÂ
She holds back a retort and once again wishes sheâd been paired with Bradshaw for the week. No matter how long it took or what his plans were, he would have kept at it with her until they got it. Angrily, she tugs at the zipper of her flight suit to try to find some relief from the cloying, Mississippi humidity thatâs swamped her undershirt and soaked her bra.
âWhy helloooo Little Miss Perfect,â someone drawls, and the end of her day really couldnât get worse because here comes Jake Seresin himself to rub in the fact that heâs watched her fly like shit. Only a few more weeks before he heads to his first duty station, and she canât wait to get him out of her hair. He strolls out from behind one of the planes at the end of the row.
âShove it,â she snaps, not at all in the mood after dealing with Beckerâs snideness. Seresinâs already changed out of his Navy uniform and into his preppy one of a white t-shirt, pastel chino shorts, and boat shoes, which means he stuck around just to be a pain in her ass.Â
He smiles smugly and uses his tongue to flip the toothpick in his mouth. âGuess I can go shove the little secret I was going to share with you then too?âÂ
âItâs not a secret youâre an asshole.âÂ
âWell someoneâs a little more Little Miss Cranky this evening. I thought you might want to know what youâre doing wrong up there.âÂ
Her flight gearâs getting heavy and her patience even shorter, but her curiosity wins out. âAnd whatâs in it for you, if you tell me?âÂ
Seresin flips his toothpick again and smirks. âKnowing youâre the best because of me.âÂ
Natasha scoffs and adjusts her things. âYour magnanimity is astounding. No. Iâm good.â She stomps off.Â
âYou know, you can be so condescending when youâre annoyed,â he says, keeping up with her.Â
âToo bad thatâs a problem only you have to deal with,â she shrugs.
âSo I guess youâre sleeping easy about those upcoming rankings then?â
Damn it. He has her there. If she wants to stay in at least the top three, sheâs going to have to pull ahead of Hewitt and, for a buffer, Singh.Â
âIâll manage,â she grits out. Sheâll spend all weekend rereading the manual cover to cover if she has to to figure it out.Â
âDo you like barbecue?â he asks out of nowhere. She stops again and looks over at him. Seresin narrows his eyes. âActually, remind me where youâre from again. You might not even be qualified to judge what barbecue is.âÂ
âCalifornia, and I knowâ.âÂ
âOh no. No, you donât.âÂ
âNow whoâs condescending?âÂ
âBuy me dinner, and Iâll give you that secret. Fair exchange.â He slides his hands into his pockets while she considers what she has to lose. Or gain.Â
âFine.â She showers quickly and meets him outside in his Jeep, feeling much cooler in a tank top, cutoff shorts, and Vans. He keeps the aux on low as they leave the base. Itâs a country playlist, not something she listens to unless sheâs hanging out with her cousins.Â
âSo, do I get to know this secret before or after we eat?â she asks.Â
Hangman props his left elbow on the door. âItâs all business with you, isnât it, Trace?âÂ
âWith you, yes,â she says, stretching out her legs. âI donât need anything about me lobbed back in my face at some point.â He seems taken aback. She has no idea why when heâs made it his mission to antagonize the hell out of her every chance he gets. âBut if you want to get personal, tell me what it takes to be a so-called qualified judge of barbecue.â
As much as she doesnât want to be, sheâs impressed to realize he wasnât entirely being a dick when it comes to how much he knows. His enthusiasm cracks some of his cool exterior, and Natasha actually learns something about regional styles and methods. They seem to realize at the same moment that they might be enjoying the conversation, and Seresin trails off. Â
Fortunately, Natasha finally recognizes one of the songs on his playlist. She laughs. âWell, this is appropriate.â When he looks over with a question pinched between his brows, she points to her shirt. âBarbecue Stain!âÂ
âItâs called âSomething Like That,â Trace,â he corrects her, but Seresin grins and turns the volume up as Tim McGraw sings:Â
âA sailor sky made a perfect sunset/And thatâs the day Iâll never forgetâŠâ
He starts to sing along with the chorus. âI had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt. She was killing me in that miniskirt.â He glances over at her with a smirk, and she rolls her eyes.Â
Harmonizing just to show off a little, she joins in. âSkippinâ rocks on the river by the railroad tracks. She had a suntan line and red lipstick. I worked so hard for that first kiss, and a heart donât forget something like that.âÂ
Natasha stops singing as soon as he drops off. He insists that she keep going though, nodding and tapping along on his steering wheel while she finishes the song.Â
When the smoky smell of barbecue hits her nose, she sits up to search the roadside for their destination. Seresin smiles. âYou know itâs the real deal if you can smell it before you see it.âÂ
Not too long after he pulls off into a gravel covered area beside what she can only describe as a nondescript shack with four picnic tables out front. Still, three of the tables are nearly full. A large, faded hand painted sign propped against the side of the building reads âLeroyâs BBQ.â
âGuess I shouldâve checked to see if you had plans to murder me before I agreed to this,â she jokes, peering past him through the window.Â
He turns off his car and undoes his seatbelt. âIf you want the good stuff, you have to go where people just go for the food. Looks like weâre catching the end of the dinner rush. Youâre going to want to get the red velvet, but I guarantee youâll need it to go. Oh, and this.â He reaches over and retrieves a can of bug spray from the glove compartment. Outside, they spray themselves down.
Natasha follows him up to the window.Â
âMy man!â exclaims the elderly Black man behind the counter as soon as Seresin walks up. He wears a black baseball cap over his graying hair, frameless glasses, and an old red âLeroyâs BBQâ t-shirt that hangs off him as if even broader shoulders and chest once filled it. âHowâs it goinâ, Mr. Pilot?âÂ
Seresin leans on the ledge that runs beneath the window like this is a regular ritual for them. âNot bad, Mr. Leroy.â Thereâs more respect in his voice than he gives even most senior officers. His Texas twang is also more pronounced, and she canât tell if heâs dialing it up here or tones it down around everyone else. âHowâs it going? Whereâs Ma Lu?âÂ
âBusiness good, so we good,â Mr. Leroy says, bowing his head slightly. âDonât worry. She made me put your potato salad aside before we run out. Luâs over helpinâ her sister tonight. She threw out her back, says she did it lifting somethinâ heavy, but I told Lu that woman probably wasnât lifting nothing heavier than her skirt. If you know what I mean.âÂ
Natasha covers her smile with her hand, appreciating that heâs found the politest way to say something so rude. Mr. Leroy cackles but noticing Seresin laugh somewhat half-heartedly, he leans forward. âWait a minute now, Ensign, this beauty here with you? Hello there, Miss. Whowee, you must be somebody real special becauseâ.â
Horrified, she backpedals away from Seresin so fast that she nearly topples into the couple in line behind them. âNo, Iâ.â
âShe works with me,â he jumps in, a tinge of pink in his cheeks when he has to grab her upper arm to reel her back from losing her footing. âDonât get me in trouble, Mr. Leroy. She gives me enough of it already.â He drops her arm like itâs a hot engine and takes a step away. Then puts his hands in his pockets for good measure. ââScuse my bad manners for not introducing her sooner. This is Ensign Natasha Trace. We fly together.âÂ
Mr. Leroy looks between them and decides very clearly to keep something to himself. But thereâs a knowing lift to his shaggy eyebrows. Another protest rises to her lips, but she pushes it down. Theyâve made their point. âWell, real pleasure to meet you, Ensign Trace. Imma have to tell my grandbaby I got to meet a girl Navy pilot today. Isnât that something else! What can I get yâall?â
Natasha mentally resets and forces herself to push through the awkward moment. âA red velvet to go, and what would you recommend for someone who apparently knows nothing about barbecue?â she jabs at Seresin.
He smiles sheepishly when Mr. Leroy scowls. âHe tell you that, Miss Ensign? Donât pay him no mind. Iâll fix you something good so you know all about it.â
As soon as sheâs paid, she suggests saving them seats and escapes before Seresin can answer. His flying tips better be worth it. The sunâs beginning to lower, tinting the sky with vibrant pink and purple, when she slides onto the bench at the end of one of the tables and swings her feet up to hold the seat across from it. Mosquitoes buzz loudly past her ear and around her arms. She slaps them away, grateful for a reason to be slightly annoyed by the time Seresin comes over with two plates sagging under the weight of their food.
Any chagrin melts away with her first bite of the brisket. Sweet, tangy, and tender it falls apart into a mouthful of flavor at the slightest touch of her teeth. A delightful kick of spice tails the first wave of flavors.Â
âGood, isnât it?â he asks, lips already covered in barbecue sauce.Â
She nods, mouth too full to respond. He lets her try everything on her plate before he dives into the promised information. With the same enthusiasm he had in the car, he explains and demonstrates with his hand how to adjust her speed on entry to angle her plane to minimize air resistance as fast as possible and accelerate through the direction shift. When she asks, he also points out several other areas where she could make a few adjustments for better results.Â
Plenty of the guys have tried to tell her how to fly, even when sheâs outflown them, but Seresinâs eye is impressively sharp. He can tell her exactly what sheâs doing in the cockpit and how itâs impacting her outcome.Â
Dusk has fallen around them, the sunlight replaced by floodlights from the shackâs overhang. Insects rattle and whir loudly over the chatter of the other patrons and the occasional car passing along the two lane highway. She feels her shirt start to cling to the sweat on her lower back, but Seresin looks unfazed by the heat as he takes a deep pull from his beer. The front of his dirty blond hair lays flat across his forehead, and in the dimmer light, his normally taunting douchebagness softens into something almost resembling sweet and playful.Â
Natasha slams the breaks on those thoughts. âBut the manual saysâ,â she starts, getting her mind back on track.Â
Seresin lowers a rib from his lips. âThe manual tells you what your plane should do, not what it can do. Itâs the lowest common denominator to keep every bozo who goes up in a jet alive.â He considers her with a long, thoughtful look. âBut youâre not exactly the lowest common denominator, are you, Trace?âÂ
She sees his point but also the compliment. âThanks.â She tries not to sound surprised or too grateful, like she needs his approval to know sheâs good at what she does. But, the compliment feels good.Â
Wanting to settle what happened at the counter, Natasha weighs her next words as she scrubs her fingers. His attention has turned to his cornbread, which he sops through the sauce on his plate before devouring it in three large bites. âYou know, this whole time youâre the only guy whoâs been single at some point and never made a pass at me. Well, except for the ones who wouldnât be interested anyway.â
He goes still mid-bite. âBradshaw?â he blurts then jerks his hand up to catch the crumbs that tumble out his mouth.Â
âTo be fair, I donât think he wouldâve under different circumstances.â She normally ducks out before the guys get too drunk, but Bradshaw can get so wasted that she worries heâll get himself into trouble if she leaves. And it hadnât exactly been his finest moment. Heâd vomited down the front of his shirt, and she was trying to help him get undressed without smearing it in his hair. Worried sheâs given Seresin ammo he doesnât need, she says sharply, âDonât tell him I told you that. I was just trying to say that I appreciate it. Even if otherwise, youâre the biggest pain in my ass.â
He gulps down the rest of his cornbread and gives her a flirtatious smirk. âIâll take that. Better than being a smaller one. And I figured you were just here for the same reason I am. To be the best pilot.â
Of course he always has to undermine anything thoughtful with something so immature. She rolls her eyes. Only a few more weeks until he leaves behind peace and quiet.Â
At home, Natasha stashes her leftovers in the fridge and sets the red velvet cake on the counter. It looks so tempting. And although sheâs still full, she figures it canât hurt to try a little bit. Breaking off a small piece with her fingers, she brings it to her lips and gives it a tentative nibble then shoves it in her mouth with a groan. She closes her eyes and leans into the counter, overcome by how good it is.Â
Sweeping the icing from her upper lip with her tongue, sheâs suddenly caught up in the sensation of Jake Seresin teasing her lips apart. Tentatively she turns the cake over in her mouth, and heâs deepened the kiss so that his tongue brushes hers, as soft and lingering and smooth as the red velvetâs rich flavor. One hand skims between her shoulders to draw her close to his firm chest as the thumb of the other guides her head back so his mouth can taste all of hers, hungry, scorching, and possessive.    Â
Wait.
Natashaâs eyes fly open. Where the hell did that come from? Her face burns like heâs right there to see her think about him that way. She shoves the cake away and retreats to her room for a night with her vibrator. Clearly she hasnât blown off enough steam lately.Â
On Monday, she does as Seresin suggested and manages to throw her instructor. âYes!â she whoops after making sure sheâs changed the comms channel so no one can hear her celebrating.Â
Sheâs just scrambled out of her plane when MacGyver strolls up to her. âGood job up there today, Trace. Guess Seresin talked to you?â
âSir?âÂ
âYou were close. Figured youâd nail it with a few pointers.â He claps her on the shoulder and walks away. Natasha stares after him, heart sinking. Sheâd thoughtâŠso Jake Seresin hadnât wanted to be helpful. He was just following orders. Like he said, theyâre both here to be the best pilots.
Bradshaw jogs up to high five her, but Natasha feels its sting more than its triumph.
The second time it happens, itâs not really her fault.
Natasha sinks the ping pong ball neatly into the last solo cup. âYes!â shouts Rooster, lifting her off her feet and spinning her in his excitement. On the other side of the table, Coyote kisses his girlfriend, Vicky, for a game well played if lost.Â
Riptide has organized an extended weekend at her college friendâs family cabin in Whistler. Cabin is an understatement considering the breathtaking mountain views from the living and dining roomâs floor to ceiling windows. The kitchen is large enough that theyâve set up a folding table for their pre-dinner beer pong game without getting in the way of the first nightâs dinner crew. The Korean tacos Jumanji and his girlfriend Paloma are cooking up smell delicious.Â
Natasha is laughing and trying to wriggle out of Roosterâs grip when the doorbell rings. Riptide crams a guacamole laden tortilla chip in her mouth and hops off her boyfriendâs lap to get the door.Â
âYou made it!â she exclaims.Â
It must be Hangman. His deployment kept getting extended, and they werenât sure he would make it back in time. Everything in the kitchen goes quiet as they all register the raised voices.Â
âI know, okay! But weâre here so can we please try to enjoy the weekend?â Hangman argues.
âWhy couldnât we stay at a hotel?â a woman complains.Â
âI told you. Everything nearby is sold out. Besides, weâre staying here. This place is huge, Rip! Good to see you.â
âOh Lord,â Vicky mutters under her breath. Coyote shoots her a warning look that she ignores. âYou didnât tell me he was bringing her.â
He reaches for his drink. âI didnât know she was coming.â Vickyâs frown says she doesnât believe that. âUntil this morning,â he caves and ducks into his cup.Â
Great. Itâs bad enough Hangman is here but with an annoying girlfriend to boot? Natasha turns to Rooster and motions for him to pass her beer. This weekend is going to be long in a way she hasnât planned for.Â
Riptide tries to ease the situation by hyping the houseâs hot tub and movie theater, but Hangmanâs girlfriend is still pouting when she follows him and Riptide into the kitchen. Almost as tall as he is with chestnut waves, wide sapphire eyes and flawless skin, she would be stunning if she didnât look like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum.Â
She turns on him before he has a chance to introduce her. âYou didnât tell them that Iâm vegetarian? What am I going to eat?â
Vicky scowls like she has an answer to that, but Coyote wraps an arm around her neck and whispers something in her ear.Â
âBabe, Iâm sure weâll figure it out,â Hangman assures her, rubbing a hand over her back. âJustâŠhey, yâall! This is my girlfriend, Cally.â He smiles like they havenât been arguing since they walked through the door. Â
Cally gives everyone a sullen wave while they go around and introduce themselves.Â
The upside of Cally being there is that she demands so much of Hangmanâs attention that he doesnât have time to annoy anyone. Even though Paloma makes a hearty salad to go along with the tacos, Cally insists that he get up from the table to make her a cheese quesadilla. Then she nearly storms off when she learns that all the bedrooms have been taken. By the end of dinner, Natasha seems to be the only one to have found anything to appreciate about her.Â
Under the guise of changing into their swimsuits for the hot tub, Paloma and Vicky make a quick exit upstairs to gossip. They text Natasha to join while sheâs helping with dinner clean up, but Riptide pulls her aside into the bathroom. Her face is pinched with guilt, and she fidgets with the ends of her braids.Â
âI have a huge favor to ask you,â she says, glancing at the door and keeping her voice low. Natasha expects whatâs coming.
âYou want me to give them my room,â she sighs, letting her friend off the hook from having to ask.Â
Riptide grimaces and massages her forehead. âEssentially. If thatâs okay? I didnât think it would be a big deal to give them the air mattress since they confirmed so late, but I think that might be more of a headache than itâs worth. I was going to give them our room, but Drewâs about to lose it after dinner.â
Although Natasha has finally found a reason to be annoyed with Hangman, she feels bad that her friend is stressed during whatâs supposed to be her vacation. âYeah, itâs okay. I donât mind the air mattress.â
âNo, you can have the sofa bed. Rooster already volunteered to take the air mattress.â
Natasha tries to read in Riptideâs expression whether sheâs picked up anything from Roosterâs offer, but she seems too caught up in hosting logistics to worry about his motives. âDonât worry. I promise weâll have a good time this weekend and laugh about this later.â
Riptide smiles appreciatively and goes to let Hangman know about the switch while Natasha packs up her things.
âTrace, you donât have to do this.â
She looks up from stuffing her snow pants into her duffel bag. Hangman hovers in the doorway, and if she didnât know him so well, she would say he looks embarrassed.Â
âItâs Phoenix now,â she reminds him. âSo you think your girlfriendâs going to go from wanting a hotel to being okay with an air mattress?âÂ
âIâll talk to her,â he says lamely. He glances down the hall then steps into the room and closes the door. âThis was her first deployment, and I think it was a lot harder than she expected. Iâm trying toâ.â
âIâll let you know when I want to listen to your girl problems, Seresin,â she cuts him off. Natasha swings her bag onto her shoulder.Â
Some of his usual cockiness returns, and a slow, obnoxious grin breaks across his face. âItâs Hangman now,â he says, gleefully replaying her words to her. âOr Hungman, depending on who you ask.â
Natasha snuffs out the flicker of curiosity about the truth of that claim. âWhatever. I wasnât asking. If you want to feel bad about evicting me, help me with my board.â She kicks her foot toward where her gear is propped against the wall.Â
âThis is yours?â He hurries on from her exasperated look. âI mean, you must be pretty good if you have a board this nice.â
âI am. Watch out!â she warns just in time for him to sidestep the door from hitting his back as it flies open. He catches it before it can hit her gear.
âJake?â Cally snaps. Her eyes land on Natasha and narrow. âIâve been calling you. I needed help with our bags. What were you doing in here?â
âDriving me up the wall,â Natasha says, letting her irritation come through loud and clear. âTake him. Heâs all yours. Bedâs changed by the way. Iâll be back in a sec to grab my board and stuff.â
âI got it,â Rooster offers from the hallway behind Cally. He and Coyote have what she assumes are Hangman and Callyâs bags.Â
âPerfect!â Natasha shoves past Hangman out of the room.Â
Later that night, sheâs curled up under a wonderfully heavy and warm down comforter when the sofa bed dips around her with Roosterâs weight. His nose traces the edge of her ear, sending a shiver down her back. âYou still awake?â he whispers.Â
Natasha rolls onto her back under him, her lower abdomen already curling with molten desire at his hovering heat and bare chest. âAnd if I werenât?â
He kisses a sensitive spot behind her ear, silencing her warning that they could get caught before it makes it to her tongue. âGuess Iâd have to rub another one out after seeing how cute you looked in your swimsuit.âÂ
âI was more than cute,â she complains, but his appreciation for the red bikini sheâd packed for him isnât lost on her.Â
âWhatever the word is then for wanting to tear it off you.â Rooster moves his mouth to her neck and the brush of his mustache is doing wild things to her ability to think straight. She wraps her arms around his broad shoulders.Â
âDid you reallyâŠâ
He exhales impatiently over her collarbone. âSo I was a little desperate. Dâyou want to tease me about it or find out what I imagined doing to you?â Sliding off the strap of her tank top, he gives her a preview of what he had in mind.Â
âNot here,â she exhales needily.
âBathroom?â he suggests. He moves out of the way while she throws off the covers, but then he lifts her off her feet so she can feel exactly how much heâs been enjoying thinking about her in her swimsuit. Her hand is down his pants before he fumbles the door closed behind them.Â
The next morning, the whole house can hear the full pitched fight between Hangman and Cally about whether or not theyâre going to the slopes that day. Still in her pajamas, Vicky jams her finger into the coffee brew machine. âI have not had enough coffee for her to start this early,â she mutters under her breath. She glares over at Coyote. âIf you donât say something, Javy, I will.â
Riptide looks around in defeat. âLetâs just pack the car?âÂ
Theyâre almost ready to go when Hangman comes downstairs by himself. Natasha finds herself stuck in a car alone with him because Riptide, Drew, Paloma, and Jumanji are in the other one with their ski equipment. He sends several texts then continues to check his phone. His brow furrows more and more each time.
âI think sheâs ignoring me.â He tries calling, but it cuts off and goes to voicemail. âDefinitely ignoring me.âÂ
Whether she likes it or not, it seems like sheâs going to be dragged into his mess one way or another. âDid I miss something or is she not coming because sheâs mad she doesnât have you to herself this weekend?â Natasha asks, keeping her eye out for black ice along the road.
âPlease donât ask me to explain that logic,â he groans, forehead propped in his hand. âBut yes.â
She canât resist being a little bit of a jerk. âYou picked a real keeper, didnât you?â
He makes a sad, non-committal noise and slumps in his seat. Natasha tells herself itâs for all their sakes that she decides to make him an offer. âLook, I canât believe Iâm saying this or even willing to do it, but Iâm pretty sure I know how to get her to the mountain by lunch.â Hangman looks at her skeptically, and she gives him a sly smile. âA little FOMO never hurt anyone, right?â
âAre you suggesting what I think youâre suggesting,â he demands suspiciously. âYou want to make my girlfriend jealous?â
Turning into the parking lot, she follows the other SUV to a pair of open spaces. âWho said anything about jealousy? Iâm sure everyone wants to know how much fun weâre having up here.âÂ
Hangman looks nonplussed. âPhoenix, of all peopleâ.âÂ
She pulls the parking brake with a shrug. âIt seems like the situation might be dire enough. Itâs up to you. Do you want my help or not?âÂ
Paloma needs only the suggestion that they send a few pictures back to the house to go into photographer mode. She poses them with the Olympic rings and as a group in no time. Natasha is careful to always be beside Hangman. In one of them, she leans her head into his shoulder, which would have passed for platonic if Paloma hadnât caught the moment he looked down at her in surprise.Â
Itâs the first Paloma selects among the ones she sends to the group chat. âIf this works,â she mutters, âyouâre my hero.â
Natasha pats her shoulder. âHopefully.â She turns to Hangman. âNow put your phone on do not disturb, and try to have some fun.âÂ
By the time theyâre on the chairlift, he has over ten missed texts. He frowns and tries to scroll through them, but she covers the screen with her mitten. âYouâre on your own if you start moping and ruin this glorious morning for me. You can think about her when you see her at lunch.â
âYou sound pretty confident about that,â he grumbles but reluctantly puts his phone away.Â
As soon as Natasha looks down the mountain with her boots strapped in, she couldnât care less about Hangmanâs girl problems. Thereâs a nearly fresh plane of powdery snow in front of her and the wind to their backs. She takes a steadying breath to get her bearings and shakes out her arms. For some reason, her first run of the season always comes with the fear that sheâs somehow forgotten everything. Itâll pass as soon as she gets going.Â
âGonna show me what you got?â Hangman challenges, watching her hesitation.Â
Thatâs all the push she needs. âIf you can keep up,â she scoffs and launches herself forward.Â
Before flying planes, there was this, flying down a mountain with the tingling combination of cold air and warm sun on her exposed face as her board carves through the snow and the forces of gravity. Sheâll get fancy later when her muscles have warmed up and their memory fully returns. For now she focuses on her speed, tightening her turns and sinking back into the rhythm of her tilts. Her mitten skims the snow, like the shadow of a plane over a still white ocean, and a thrill goes through her as she returns to the unchanging pocket of exhilaration snowboarding has always brought her.
Itâs over too fast, just as sheâs locking into her rhythm. As she approaches the bottom of the slope, Natasha straightens and lets the boardâs friction slow her down while she looks out for Hangman. Heâs not far behind her, and sheâs a little smug to see that his confidence carries him as much as his skill. But sheâs better. Rubbing it in, she unstraps her boot while she waits for him to catch up and pretends to check her watch.Â
âAre you kidding me, Phoenix! What was that?â His jaw is still slack when he reaches her.Â
She canât help grinning. âA warm up. Sweating already, Hangman?â
âA little,â he admits without hesitation on their way back toward the chairlift. He may give her shit in the air, but apparently not here. âShow me how you go that fast?â
âOf course my young Padawan,â she teases. âBut first you can tell the group chat that I kicked your ass on the run.âÂ
Hangman takes a selfie of them helmet to helmet. Tongue tucked between his teeth, he types out a message then shows it to her for her approval before sending it off. He scrolls through his messages.Â
âShe wants to know if itâs just you and me up here,â he reports. He scratches his jaw in thought and starts to respond.
Natasha assumed someone as hotâspeaking as a completely objective third party observerâas Hangman would be better at this. âI canât believe Iâm helping you manipulate this girl but donât reply to that just yet.âÂ
He hesitates then slides his phone away. âWho knew Natasha Trace could be such a player,â he drawls, offering her a hand onto the lift that she ignores. âWhat poor guy is trying to play your games?â
Thatâs not a train of thought she wants him to follow to Bradshaw, so she says, âIâm single and very happy about it, dickhead. And Iâm making an exception so your girlfriend doesnât ruin everyoneâs vacation. I hate games.â The words are barely out of her mouth before she regrets them. âShit. Sorry. I shouldnât have said that.âÂ
He deflates. âWhy? Everyoneâs thinking it. I probably shouldâve canceled when she asked me to, but itâs not like I get all that many chances to introduce her to my Navy friends.âÂ
âThatâsâŠsweet.â Sheâs surprised that she means it, to know that it matters to him that his girlfriend meets his friends. Trying to be more empathetic, Natasha says, âLook, sheâs probably nervous about staying in a house with a bunch of people she doesnât know and disappointed that she didnât get time alone with you when you got back. Make a reservation for dinner tonight at one of the nice restaurants then surprise her with a coupleâs spa date tomorrow afternoon. Iâll settle things down at the house while youâre gone.Â
They hop off the lift and skate out of the way of the oncoming chairs. âAlso, you can tell her now it sucks that sheâs not the one up here with you. Hope youâll be able to ditch me for her after lunch.âÂ
With his goggles covering half his face, itâs hard to read his expression but thereâs an intensity around his mouth that makes her suddenly nervous. It dawns on her that this might be the longest stretch of conversation theyâve ever had where heâs spared her his sarcasm and baiting. Itâs not her better half, but itâs been kind of nice to play the asshole in their relationship for once. âPhoenix?âÂ
She crouches to set her straps and break the moment. âYep, thatâs what they call me now,â Natasha jokes to dispel the tension.Â
âIâll think about her at lunch, okay? Letâs just enjoy the glorious morning.â
Hearing him repeat her words back to her makes her stomach do an odd swoop, like she hit a large drop in the road too fast. âYeah, okay.â She recovers. âYou go first so I can tell you what to do.â
He gives her a salute and a grin. âAye aye, skipper.â
âDonât,â she deadpans, but she doesnât mind that he continues to call her that for the rest of their glorious morning.Â
âHowâd I do that time?â he asks after their last run before lunch. âIt felt good, but Iâ.â
It feels so strange for him to look for her approval that she wants to check under his goggles to make sure this is the same asshole who loves to remind her what an excellent pilot he is. âYouâre getting there,â is all she says, ignoring the flutter in her stomach at the determined set of his mouth.
As Natasha promised, Cally is waiting for them. Her hair is beautifully blown out and her makeup perfectly airbrushed even though sheâs dressed to ski. Now that sheâs beaming, itâs obvious what Hangman sees in her. Natasha left for the day with no makeup and her hair in pigtail braids. Cally hurries over from the table that the house crew saved to kiss Hangman and apologize profusely for their fight that morning. He hooks an arm around her waist to whisper his plans for their candlelit dinner, and she giggles then rests her head on his shoulder.Â
Natasha buries her sudden disappointment that sheâll be on the slopes by herself later with a plan to try some tricks now that Hangman isnât there to slow her down. She sits next to Rooster and by the time she orders her grilled cheese and tomato soup, sheâs looking forward to the rest of the afternoon.Â
Vicky leans in when sheâs sure everyoneâs distracted by their food. âFor some reason she thought you and Rooster were a thing,â she giggles to Natasha quietly. âYou shouldâve seen her face when she found out youâre single. Her attitude got fixed so fast it almost gave me whiplash.â
Natashaâs careful to laugh along but makes a note not to sit by Bradshaw at dinner. Not that anyone pays attention with the tension in the house now past and the fun turned up to full, drunk blast. Everyone, except Rooster that is. He doesnât ask about Hangman, and he wonât with their arrangement. But that night, as she rides him in the nest of blankets they laid out in the bathroomâs oversized bathtub, he cups her face and draws her close.Â
Hazel eyes smoldering, he demands, âSay my name. My actual name.â
She blinks through her heady, alcohol blurred haze. âBradley?â He pushes up deeper into her so that she gasps and falls forward over him, bracing herself on his shoulders and caressing his puckered scar under her thumb.Â
He kisses her mouth, hard and possessive. âSay it again,â he begs against her swollen lips.Â
âBradley.â Her eyes trace his face. Sheâs struck by how much younger, more vulnerable he looks beneath his mustache. He swallows under her scrutiny, chin jutting out defiantly. She rocks her hips and buries her moan in his mouth. âI want you to fuck me, Bradley Bradshaw.â And he does, in a way he never has, driving away any inklings from that morning and holding his hand over her mouth to muffle the wail drawn from the obliterating force of her orgasm.Â
The third time it happens, itâs a slip of the tongue.
âI thought we put the do not disturb sign on the door last night,â Rooster complains when a knock interrupts the afternoon theyâve spent not getting out of bed after Turboâs wedding. âIgnore it please,â he asks, holding onto her thighs when she tries to get off him to get it.Â
âShhh,â Natasha teases, putting a finger to his pouting lips. âYouâre not supposed to be here.â He captures and kisses the inside of her wrist. One final plea for her to ignore the second knock. She leans over him, deliberately letting her chest rest at his eye level. âThe sooner you let me get it,â she whispers, âthe sooner I can come back and give you a blow job.âÂ
His eyes go wide and dark, and his hands spring off her. Laughing quietly, she drags on a sweatshirt and shorts.Â
Checking the peephole, sheâs surprised to see Hangmanâs date to the wedding, Jamie, standing nervously outside. Natasha leans into the bathroom to check the mirror, making sure itâs not entirely obvious what sheâs been up to most of the day. Quickly, she runs a hand through her hair and opens the door.Â
âNatasha,â Jamie gasps, almost as if sheâs surprised to see her. Although casually dressed, sheâs as put together as she was at the reception. Before whatever happened with Hangman that left her crying and disheveled. Sheâd insisted she hadnât been hurt, but it was clear sheâd left him in a hurry.Â
âHey, everything okay?â Natasha asks gently.Â
Jamie gathers herself and holds out a small shopping bag. âI washed your clothes. And got you something. As a thank you for last night.âÂ
Natashaâs touched by the gesture. âYou didnât have to get me anything,â she says, taking the bag. âI just wanted to make sure you got home okay. Iâm so glad you were at our table last night. It was so much fun.â
Suddenly, Jamie looks as if sheâs going to cry again. âYou did? I mean, Iâm glad. Me too.â
Natasha sets the bag down inside the door. âAre you sure everythingâs okay? Do you want to come in?â Behind her, Rooster stifles a yelp. She should have tossed him some clothes.
Jamie shakes her head. âI need to get going anyway. My friendâs waiting downstairs. But Iâ-I wanted to let you know that I promise I had no idea what was going on last night so I meant everything I said and did.â She twists her hands.Â
Bewildered, Natasha tries to figure out what she means. âI never thought you didnât. What was going on?â
Jamie looks relieved and a little embarrassed. âAs long as youâre not upset. I wasnât sure. Maybe it was all in my head. I probably had too many of those amazing cocktails. I wish Iâd thought to ask whatâs in them.âÂ
Natasha can tell sheâs lying, or at least omitting something, but she doesnât know her well enough to press. âWell, I think I can say there was nothing going on as far as I know, and I had a lot of fun.â She offers her arms, and Jamie steps in for the hug. âI canât wait to see where you match!âÂ
âThanks!â Jamie tells her, sounding much happier. âAnd if we end up near one another, Iâd love to hang out. Okay, Iâd better go!âÂ
âAnytime,â Natasha promises. âSee you!â She waves and closes the door.Â
On her way back to the bed, she strips off her sweatshirt and pushes her shorts down her hips. âI kind of hoped it would work out between her and Hangman,â she muses, stepping out of her bottoms and tossing them into her suitcase. âSeems like sheâd be good for him.â
When she turns back around, Rooster is sitting up in the bed staring at her incredulously. âYouâre not mad?âÂ
âMad?â she laughs. âAbout what?â
âAre you serious, Phoenix? After what she just told you.â He draws his legs up under the sheets and rests his elbows on them. Heâs close to needing a haircut and the way his mussed curls fall over his forehead makes her want to return to their previous activities.Â
Natasha puts her hands on her hips. âAre you okay?âÂ
His expression hardens and his eyebrows knit together. âAre you fucking serious right now?â
The humor drops from her mouth. What the hell is Rooster getting angry about now? âYeah, Iâm fucking serious right now. What the hell is the problem?âÂ
âHangman tried using her to make you jealous and you donât have a problem with that?â Â
Itâs her turn to stare incredulously. âWere you even in the room? Who said anything about Hangman making me jealous?âÂ
Roosterâs getting worked up, his face flushing. âWhat the hell do you think she was apologizing for? It doesnât take a genius to put it together, Tash. She leaves Hangman crying in the middle of the night then comes and tells you something was going on that she didnât know she was part of. He was using her!â
As much as she wants to believe it, she knows whatever Jamie felt was going on wasnât only in her head. And Hangman trying to use Jamie to make her jealous makes the most sense. Especially if he has no idea about her and Rooster.Â
But then again, she hasnât missed Roosterâs jealousy either. The way he put his hand on her back when he saw Hangman at their table. How he would check in if she was at the bar longer than five minutes.Â
âAnd so what if he was?â she argues.Â
Rooster flexes his fingers out of a fist. He speaks slowly, as if sheâs stupid. âIf heâs trying to make you jealous then that means he likes you.âÂ
Natasha crosses her arms. âAnd so what if he does?âÂ
âItâs Hangman!âÂ
âIf itâs Hangman,â she shoots back, âthen what are you so worried about?â
He opens his mouth then realizes what heâs about to say. She dares him to ask, to accuse her of having feelings for Hangman. Because they both know that when he does that, itâs the end of their friends with benefits arrangement. Sullenly, he looks away.Â
Natashaâs mouth goes dry. It doesnât matter that Rooster didnât say it. Because itâs there, filling up the room and pushing them apart. Sheâs surprised at the knot in her throat.Â
âNatasha, please donât,â he says with a tremor in his voice.
She tries to say them gently, but the words still come out like a stab. âItâll just get harder.â
Rooster drops his head, chin trembling. âAnd you canât.â He looks up at her with tears in his eyes. âWe canât make it work?â
âAs friends? Of course,â she promises. âBut, what I think youâre asking for? No. Iâm sorry.â It probably wonât mean much to him right now, but she hopes that it can save a fragment of their friendship someday. âI knew before I got here this would be the last time. We just had a little less of it than I thought.â
He puts his head in his hands and clutches the curls sheâd only recently been looking forward to winding around her finger. Somehow that was five minutes and a lifetime ago. Unable to watch his heart break any more, Natasha flees to the bathroom.Â
Every so often, she can hear Roosterâs sobs from the bedroom. Finally, she climbs into the shower and lets his scent wash off her. She wants to be angry at Hangman for the mess he started, but her gut tells her that he didnât mean to do it. And she canât help but wonder if thereâs a kernel of truth beneath Roosterâs jealousy. Hangman couldnât possibly have feelings for her, could he?
Rooster comes to check on her, and she opens the curtain for him to join her. While they stand naked under the water, she gingerly presses a cool washcloth to each side of his swollen face. He takes her elbows, and Natasha lets him pull her in for one last farewell to what they had.
The fourth time it happens, itâs an act of desperation.
âWhat the hell was that, Phoenix!â Hangman seethes once they can climb to their feet.Â
Two hundred push ups and her arms are killing her. Sheâs going to kill Payback and Fanboy as soon as she has the muscle strength to do so. Bob looks between the two of them.Â
âWhat the hell was what, Bagman?â she asks, slaking the sweat off her forehead and flicking it away.
âYou got me shot down!âÂ
âYour ego got you shot down, dickhead. You got us shot down.âÂ
âBecause I thought you could handle Maverick.âÂ
She knows him well enough to see that heâs dead serious. Hangman watched every other team get their asses whooped today and still thought she had a chance. Of course he gives her a compliment in a moment of total assholery.Â
âCome on, Bob. I think we need to let someone cool off a little.â Her WSO gives Hangman one final look, as if afraid the daggers heâs glaring might actually stab them in the back, and follows her toward the hangar.Â
But itâs really her who needs to cool off. Hangmanâs going to try to get inside all of their heads to cull the competition. Itâs why he wanted to win so badly today. A day one winner is going to set everyone on edge. But then she beat him at his own game. All these years, and he still hasnât figured out how to get inside her head. Although, their first night at The Hard Deck tells her he might be getting close.Â
âIs he always like this?â Bob asks, looking over his shoulder again.Â
âWhat, already bored?â she jokes.Â
âI wish,â he sighs. âHow are we supposed to fly with him?â
Natasha sighs and looks back at Hangman. âWeâre not. Weâre flying with Rooster,â she says firmly. If Rooster can get his act together because heâs clearly not handling having to work with Maverick well. But she can crack that nut later. Men are so fucking emotional.Â
Although Bob invites her to head straight to The Hard Deck, she makes up an excuse to go back to the Navy Lodge and promises to meet him later.Â
The roomâs door has barely closed behind her before sheâs stripping off her flight suit and undershirt. Her bra and underwear go into the pile of sweaty clothing.Â
Sheâs in such a rush that the water is still warming up when she steps into the shower. But she canât wait any longer remembering the bunch of Hangmanâs muscles during their pushups, the trail of sweat glistening along his temple and down his neck. Her fingers work her clit while her other hand squeezes her breast, fingers pinching her hardening nipple. Sheâs already wet when she lifts her leg onto the ledge of the tub. Fingers tracing along her slit, Natasha gasps and presses her forehead to the tile.Â
She closes her eyes and imagines that itâs Hangman's fingers pushing into her, simultaneously gratifying and inflaming her need. On overdrive, her brain flickers through his self-satisfied smile watching her mouth fall open with a cry, eyebrows lifting in curiosity before he peels her thighs wider so he can see how deep his fingers fit her, and nostrils flaring when she thrusts her hips up to take him deeper. Green eyes darken and his breath shallows while the pads of his fingers drag and massage her slickness over the demanding bundle of nerves at her core. âWhat the hell, Phoenix?â he asks huskily, and she thinks about how much sheâs always loved the inflection he puts on her call sign.Â
Fingers are not enough. Natasha clutches her lip in her teeth to soften the desperate moans rising from her throat. She wants him, wants to feel the stretch of him pushing into her, the friction of his thrusts, the frenetic subduction of their hips until he erupts long and deep inside her. And she wants to watch the look of determination on Jake Seresinâs face, track that deep furrow in his brow, the tuck of his lips, and the taut stretch of his cheeks as he forces her careening over the edge.Â
Abdomen muscles contracting, Natasha hunches and rocks forward winding everything in her tighter and tighter between her thumb on her clit and the fingers pumping inside her. Water splashes into her mouth through her parted lips. Sheâs abandoned all attempts to be quiet and comes crying out, âFucking dickhead!â
The fifth time it happens, itâs a surrender.Â
Riptide lets Natashaâs final curl fall from the flat iron and sets it aside. Carefully, she runs her fingers through her beautiful work until the curls fall exactly the way she wants. Watching Natashaâs face in the handheld mirror, she tugs a few forward over her shoulders. Â
âGirl, why are you so nervous?â Riptide laughs. She takes a step back and rests a hand on her pregnant stomach. âYouâve known this man how long now?âÂ
Natasha smoothes out the skirt of her sundress. âI know but dating him is different, Rip. Especially long distance.â They havenât told the Navy yet about their relationship so itâs been nearly six months of trying to spend time together three thousand miles apart in between crazy work schedules.Â
Bob rolls his eyes, and itâs like watching a mirror version of her. Theyâre in her bedroom where Riptide has been doing Natashaâs hair and makeup for her date with Jake tonight. He managed to get enough time off to come for the weekend. Bobâs lounging on her bed watching RuPaulâs Drag Race and lending his moral support. âWhy? You talk to him every day. At this point, probably more than you talk to me.â
âI love talking to you, Bob,â she reassures him.Â
âI know you do,â he smirks around a handful of popcorn. âBut Iâve seen your texts and youâve never told meâ.âÂ
She whips a pillow at him to shut him up before he can say what he saw. He gets caught between protecting his glasses and the popcorn and sacrifices the glasses to Natashaâs aim. Riptide laughs and unplugs the flat iron before it gets knocked over. âIâm the one walking around with a stomach that screams I had sex.âÂ
âIs that what being pregnant really feels like?â Natasha asks curiously.Â
âWhy? Are you thinking about it?âÂ
Face burning, Natasha looks between Riptide and Bob eyeing her like she has something to tell them. Or Jake. âNo! Iâm not. We havenât evenâŠweâre nowhere near that.âÂ
Bob fixes his glasses. âHe hasnât said I love you yet,â he says quietly. But he doesnât complain that this is probably what sheâs talked to him most about lately. Bob is a saint of a partner.Â
Understanding dawns on Riptideâs face, and she rubs Natashaâs shoulder. âYou know that man canât keep anything simple.â She has a point. Everything with him needs a touch of drama.Â
Natasha puts away her makeup while Riptide cleans up from doing her hair. Bob checks his phone. âI think I better head out,â he announces.Â
âIâll leave with you,â Riptide decides.Â
âYou can stay until Jake gets here,â Natasha offers. âIâm not doing anything.â
Riptide sets her bag on her shoulder. âIt still throws me when you call him that. Iâd love to stay but Iâve got some errands I need to run.â
âIf you only heard what else they call one another,â Bob mutters under his breath, carefully folding up the blanket he was laying on to avoid getting crumbs on her covers. Natashaâs going to have to be more careful about what she says within his hearing.Â
She walks them out through the garage. After waving them off, she checks both ends of the street hoping Hangman might get there early but only her neighbor from three doors down drives by. Trying to figure out how to keep herself preoccupied for the next hour, she heads back inside.Â
Natasha stops in the hall at the sound of music. Dolly Parton sings sweetly and softly, âYou waltz right in the door, just like youâve done before and wrap my heart âround my little finger.â
Is that coming from inside her house? She goes toward the living room. Her heart jumps and her hands go to her mouth.
Jake waits in the middle of the room for her with a giant bouquet of her favorite flowers, dahlias in full perfect bloom. His face lights up when he sees her shock. âSurprised, Nat?âÂ
Beyond him she can see that heâs set up a table, lights, and white balloons in her backyard. How long has he been here? âWhat did you do, Jake Seresin?â she blurts. Â
He sets the flowers down on the sofa and comes to take her in his arms, swaying her to the music. âWell, to start, I came to see you. âCuz youâre looking better than a body has a right to.â Jake dips her, eyes locked on hers. Thereâs a simmering intensity in his face that she canât look away from. âI had all these plans.â He brings her back up, his grip growing tighter to hold her closer. Natasha never wants to leave his arms because suddenly it feels as if heâs holding the whole world in them. Or maybe itâs the way heâs looking at her. âBut when I really thought about it, I just wanted you to myself when I told you that we only have three more months of being apart.â
Natasha freezes, staring up at him in disbelief. Itâs not what she is expecting or hoping he would say, but it is something she hasnât considered possible. âHow?âÂ
Jake grins. âYou know the Navy likes to hurry up and wait so it took a minute before I knew for sure. But one of my buddies from the Naval Academy, heâs the new detailer. A guy out here got deep selected for lieutenant commander so they needed someone to fill his role to which I offered yours truly.â
She throws her arms around him. Only three months! âI canât wait,â she promises.Â
He strokes her hair. âWell, I think thereâs something else youâve been waiting long enough to hear,â Jake says softly. She draws back. His expression is unguarded, unusually serious and sincere. âIâve been wanting to tell you for so long how much I love you, Natasha Trace, but when there was a chance I could show you that I actually mean itâ.âÂ
Natasha groans at his stupidity and pulls him into a kiss that nearly knocks both of them off balance. But he steadies them and tilts her face up to deepen the kiss. Eyes still closed when they come up for air, she scolds, âWhat part of flying twelve hours to see each other for thirty six every month doesnât scream I love you dickhead?â His lips part to answer, and she pulls him back in. âDonât answer that. I love you, too, Jake Seresin.â
âHere you come again, and here I go.â
Every Time It Comes AroundÂ
#top gun maverick#top gun maverick fanfic#top gun maverick fanfiction#hannix#natasha phoenix trace#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#hangman x phoenix#phoenix x hangman#phoenix x rooster#rooster x phoenix#natasha trace fic#jake seresin fic#training to post mission
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there is ONE thing bothering me about the green stick figure influencer arc that I have yet to see anyone mention. sorry this is going to sound completely nonsensical if you don't know about the alan becker stick figure saga
so he eats the grass. his first YouTube short is asking for suggestions, and several of the comments ask him to eat the grass, which he says he won't do. but, over time, as the fame gets to his head (really frickin fast but alas) he eventually DOES eat the grass. this is symbolic of losing oneself to fame. there are more obvious examples, like when he drops his friends in lava, but that's a more subtle one of crossing his OWN boundaries to satisfy the ravenous social media landscape. I type like fucking Greg heffley. Okay anyways I wonder if this is at all inspired by Alan becker's YouTube experience. That's the end of that thought I'm just wondering
#like idk it bothered me more than his shitass prank#like green stick figure don't undo yourself to satiate the never ending hunger of your followers#you can undo your friends or whatever idc but not yourself
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waiting for the sapling 2
#alan becker#avm#ava#animation vs minecraft#animator vs animation#waiting for the sapling saga#alan becker fanart
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ok so I didnât tell my 5 followers this but I got to name the next baby Tony like Tony Becker ggy!! And also the baby is way uglier than Ellis
(And the parents are Gabitha and a hamburger)
@rippcharddrive
#jamie speaks into the void#tony becker#fnaf tony#iâm so sorry#papa louie#tomodachi life#burgitha saga when
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The flower seems pretty. A white tulip.
Did you get it from someone? Or did you pick it up yourself?
Home's are not meant to feel scary. You're not meant to feel nervous in your home.
So is it a home... or perhaps a place to live?
[victim]: Damn it.. It was from Second as a welcome. No further questions, next.
[victim]: Yet another one of these.. I would say that yes. I feel safe in my home. I stay here to avoid Alan and it's comfortable.
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