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Barbie Girl 💄 | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of Top Gun Maverick

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Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Barbie!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content warnings: light profanity, fluff | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @kayla-swiftly)

Premise: They say the sky is the limit and anything you set you’re mind to will be achieved as long as you’re dedicated to it. For most people that testimony is nothing but a mere fantasy. But for one woman, with too many dreams to count on her fingers, she took that statement to heart. Proving you can be anyone you want to be and maybe even a few others give or take 😉

Note: Anyone else obsessed with Barbie lately?? Omg y’all I saw the movie last week and absolutely fell in love and i had this request from around the time the final trailer dropped and knew it was the perfect time to write this. I know I know I haven’t been living up to my promise of being consistent but man they having me working my ass off at my job. Also I’ve been traveling and I saw Big Time Rush last night (i felt like a teenager again and it was amazing 😭) anyway I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think!

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“Hi, Barbie!” The familiar greeting fills Y/n’s ears as it does every morning she arrives at the hangar. With it comes an instant smile, hand raising to wave at the person responsible for it, “Hi, Phoenix!”

“Hey there, Barbie,” winks another friendly face.

“Hiiii, Hangman,” her tone is playful like his, turning energetic for Bob when he goes, “Hiya, Barbie!”

“Hi there, Bob!”

“Hey, Barbie.” “Good morning, Barbie.” “What’s up, Barbie Girl.”

“Hello, Rooster.” “Good morning to you too, Fanboy.” “Nothing much, Pay. And yourself?”

Unlike her fellow pilots, clad in their deep green flight suits, Y/n stood out in the crowd for hers was a little unorthodox when one thinks of a naval fighter pilot's uniform.

It was pink. Completely as in her combat boots were also the bright color and the patchers were white and pink tones rather than red, blues, black and any other color seen in the ones attached to her coworkers arms. ‘Barbie’ in pink cursive writing instead of traditional bold Times New Roman lettering.

And don’t forget the little flower dotting the ‘i’.

Growing up, Y/n took ‘you can be anyone and anything you want to be,’ quite literally. At no point was it a joke to her when she would tell her friends and family, “oh I’m gonna be a fashion designer and Olympic Gold medalist when I’m older,” “I wanna go to space, fly in planes, and see all the wonders of the world,” “I’ll be a doctor, a teacher, and movie star!” They’d smile and laugh, thinking it was adorable for a little girl to dream big. No way would it be possible to achieve all of those careers. Everyone only gets one life to live and time goes so fast one can only set their eyes on one path and hope for the best.

But Y/n was a dreamer. And if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

All through middle and high school people took Y/n’s intelligence for granted. Focusing more on her beauty rather than brains, it came as an under shock to everyone when Y/n had the credits to graduate at the ripe age of 15. Exceeding in her standardized test scores with a high school resume taking up three pages with extracurricular and academic achievements, she had colleges from all over the country begging for her to apply.

Stanford. Cornell. Pratt. Juilliard. NYU. John Hopkins. Harvard. UCLA. Duke. Top medical and law schools. Ivy League universities. Performing Arts schools calling for auditions after sending scouts to watch her perform in school plays and dance recitals. Coaches from high ranking NCAA gymnastics teams sending emails after emails.

So many to choose from….And so the story of Y/n L/n becoming a real life Barbie Doll begins.

Setting her eyes in New York, Y/n attended not one but two of the best schools in the country. While obtaining her bachelor’s in both astronautical and aeronautical engineering at NYU Y/n also completed a two year degree in Fashion Business Management at the Fashion Institute of Technology. During this time she continued training for the Olympics in hopes of making the 2008 Beijing team in gymnastics.

“How do you do it?” Her roommate at NYU constantly asked. “You go from here to FIT, working on two degrees that are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum and career paths,” she emphasized with hand expressions, “and still have enough to time to go to the gym to practice, eat three meals a day, have all your assignments done early, and sleep a reasonably about of hours each night.” Letting out an exhale, her roommate looks at Y/n as if she’s an alien from another world, “What’s your secret? Are you some kind of Barbie doll the government created as a test robot?”

Each time Y/n would pause, think for a moment before smiling, “I don’t know if I should find that as an insult or compliment, but I’m gonna chose it as a compliment and say it’s because I want to live a life where I can look back on and go, ‘I took a risk and tried something new even if it didn’t look possible but it was all worth it.’”

By the time Y/n turned 20 she had accumulated a vast list of credentials to her name. The list included getting her fashion business degree at 17, Bachelors in astronautical/aeronautical engineering at 19–receiving her Master’s for it at 20–An Olympic Gold and Silver medalist, dancing with the Radio City Rockettes, performing with the NYC Ballet Company in their rendition of Swan Lake, landing a role on Broadway, walking a runway at NY fashion week, and appearing on episodes of SVU, 30 Rock, All My Children, Sex and the City, and Ugly Betty.

So yeah, New York was a success in experiences for Y/n.

Following the high note, she packed her bags to leave the golden apple for the flashing lights of Hollywood, California. This time Y/n was working on her doctorates at USC, running her own business with her fashion degree called ‘Dream Closet’, and auditioning for film and tv shows.

Hollywood was a dream come true just like New York. Again she attended two different schools, this time flight school and USC. During the day she was occupied running from class to the hangar and then the observatory. Coaching dance and gymnastics on the side, designing clothes for her online shop which developed into a pop-up chain store in malls across America.

It wasn’t long until Y/n’s name grew into nationwide popularity. People started realizing the Y/n L/n who won the Gold and Silver medals in the 2008 Olympics was the same one responsible for the most recent fashion trends and guest starring on their favorite tv shows. What really set it in stone was when Y/n landed the role of an engineer officer in the 2009 reboot of Star Trek, going on to appear in both the 2013 and 2016 sequels.

Impressive was the only word her costars could use to describe her. What else was there?

Anytime there was a question involving, “who’s most likely to become president?” “Who’s most likely to try something new or create a new hobby?” “Who’s most likely to win a Nobel Prize?” Along those lines…the answer was obvious.

“Oh Y/n,” Zoe Saldana waves her hand, “Always.”

“Yeah,” Chris Pine agrees with a laugh, “That woman, I-I don’t know how one has the energy to do all that she does—a-and still want to do more.”

The Interviewer laughs with them, “didn’t she just race in the Daytona 500 last year?”

“Yes!! And she did a song with Lady Gaga when they were on American Horror Story,” Zoe’s tone is in absolute awe, “All while teaching at USC and creating new technology at NASA.” Chris lifts a finger.

“Don’t forget she had her own Mac Viva Glam line a couple years ago.” Zoe made a sound along the lines of ‘see what I mean,’.

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be a name in the history books.”

What all has Y/n accomplished career wise? Let’s take a look.

Model, dancer, actor, singer, fashion designer, entrepreneur, athlete, engineer, race car driver, and professor.

And now she can add pilot to the list. Although she got her license to fly way back in 2009, Y/n didn’t put it to use full time until 2016, wanting to wait until after the release of Star Trek: Beyond to say goodbye to Hollywood for the time being and set forth on her next adventure.

Boy did it come as a surprise what she had planned.

The Manila folder containing her resume hit the desk of the Admiral, his eyes wide as saucers. “You wanna join the Navy?” Reading the front page for a fifth time, Cyclone glanced back at the woman in front of him. Doctor Y/n L/n. Or is it professor L/n? “And you wanna be one of my pilots?”

“Yes, Sir.”

”Ma’am, I apologize if this comes off as offending,” he really didn’t know any other way to put it. “But you are more qualified than any person on this base. Doctorates in aeronautical and astronautical engineering from the University of Southern California,” he counts off on his fingers, “you recently developed a groundbreaking advancement in space technology that’s going to help our astronauts—on the road to becoming a Nobel Prize nominee.” He raises his eyebrows, “And this is only what relates to this career field. I’m not even mentioning your acting, athletic, and fashion credentials. Why join the Navy?”

Y/n only offers a shrug, “I think the better question is, why not?” Cyclone lets out a sigh.

“What did you say your callsign was again?”

“Barbie.”

There was no stopping the small smile trying to break free, “I should’ve guessed.”

After completing OTS there was much debate on what Y/n’s rank would be coming into the Navy. Civilian lawyers and physicians often are Lieutenants (O-3) right away, but considering Y/n had two doctorate degrees and her pilot license they felt it was only fair for her to come in as Commander (O-5). From there Y/n was sent to North Island to attend Fighter Weapons School.

Better known to its flyers as Top Gun.

Y/n was used to the looks she received on a daily basis. From head to toe she was covered in variations of pink depending on what she was feeling. When teaching her briefcase and pantsuit were baby pink, in the labs her coat was hot pink, at auditions she wore pink leather jackets. Even her race car for the Daytona was pink.

Shoutout to Mac cosmetics for the sponsorship.

So it’s no surprise her flight suit would be the color she was known for—despite it being out of regulations.

Being more qualified than your superiors had its perks.

If she could have a pink F-18 she would but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. That was okay for Y/n. After all, she managed to get her own custom flight suit. One which had everyone having to do double takes whenever she walked into a room.

“Is she wearing…?”

“How the hell did they allow that?”

“Does that mean I can have mine in purple?”

Her first day at Top Gun Y/n met Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. They were paired as roommates in the dorms and quickly became good friends. Phoenix was beyond amazed with Y/n’s accomplishments and experiences. Every conversation led to a new discovery. “Do you ever burn out?” Nat stag criss crossed on Y/n’s satin pink bed sheets, admiring her wall of photos from when she traveled to see all the wonders of both the ancient and modern world. “I feel I’d be a walking corpse from exhaustion. And you mentioned you’re still running and designing clothes for ‘Dream Closet’?”

Y/n removed her diamond studs, placing them on her desk she was using as a vanity. “I have a team dealing with the business side of things for the brand. I’m still CEO and creative director—usually I work on designs for a couple hours before bed to prepare for the next launch.”

Nat was in awe, “I have to ask….what’s been the best career you’ve done so far?” A common question Y/n heard, there was never a true answer. She loved every career. They all had their perks and their flaws, but at the end of the day it left her satisfied she achieved them.

“I don’t know yet,” she spoke truthfully, “I still have a few to check off on my list. When that happens I’ll let you know.”

Fast forwarding to 2019, Y/n answered the phone to Admiral Simpson’s voice with the news she needed to report back to North Island for a highly confidential mission. The details were unknown, but Y/n packed her bags, loaded her pink vintage corvette convertible and high tailed it to sunny San Diego.

The squeals initiated by Y/n and Nat the moment she stepped foot in the Hard Deck had heads whipping in their direction. “Hi, Barbie!” Nat’s arms opened for a hug.

“Hi, Phoenix!” Y/n accepted the embrace, still grinning ear to ear. The guys around them were looking at each other like, ‘what the…?’ Y/n wasn’t in her standard Khakis like they were—minus Rooster. She bore a pink denim number with matching boots with her hair curled and pink eyeliner surrounded by tiny rhinestones.

“You got selected too?” Nat complimented her outfit before cutting straight to the point.

“For the special detachment? Looks like it,” she winked.

“What happened to the Artemis program? Weren’t you up as a candidate?”

“Oh I still am,” Y/n affirmed proudly, “They’ll be announcing who’s to be selected in the coming months. So for now I’m still with the Bounty Hunters. Plus,” she leans in to whisper, “this will look good on my resume.” The two giggle before Y/n drifts her gaze to the boggling gazes in front of her. “Oh! I’m sorry for being so rude. I’m Y/n L/n,” extending her hand to the first person who’s name tag read Fitch, Y/n added, “But you can call me Barbie.”

“Barbie,” the blonde holding a pool cue repeated like a question, “like the toy Barbie?” Nat chuckled, throwing an arm around her friend after she was done shaking everyone’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“Fellas, if there is anyone who is a life sized version of Barbie, it’s this one right here.”

“Now, Phee…” Y/n’s tone was that of, ‘Don’t start.’

“It’s true,” the pilot defended. “Not only is she Commander Y/n ‘Barbie’ L/n,” jaws drop, “but she’s Professor and Doctor L/n.” The jaws hit the floor, “On top of founder, creative director and CEO of ‘Dream’s Closet,’” Javy makes a sound, familiar with the brand, “Emmy nominated actress,” Fanboy chokes on his water, “Olympic Gold Medalist and soon to be astronaut for the Artemis program.” By now all the guys are on the verge of losing their minds.

Bob rapidly blinks, “uh—.”

“Now I’m not an astronaut yet,” Y/n points out, “I’m a candidate for one.” Nat scoffs lightly.

“They’d be stupid not to pick you, Barb,” she then slaps her side, turning back to the guys, “Oh and how could I forget Broadway, Vogue, and the Daytona 500.”

“Daytona 500!?” Payback practically screeches.

“You were on Broadway?”

“—featured on Vogue—?!”

“Wait a minute I recognize you from Star Trek!”

“—How in the hell—.”

“Guys, guys!” Y/n laughs with her hands slightly raised, “Please, one at a time.” They were in for a long night of questions and story times. And just like Nat was years prior when she first roomed with Y/n at Top Gun, the officers were in complete amazement over the woman in front of them. Never had they met anyone like her.

“Wow,” Jake whistled once she finished bringing them up to date on her most recent careers. “You really are a real-life Barbie.”

“Shhhh,” a finger went to her lips, followed by a wink, “don’t tell Mattel.”

And thus the dagger squad was formed. Two and half weeks of hell bearing training preceding a face-with-death mission brings people closer. Every morning Y/n arrived at the hangar to a chorus of “Hi, Barbie.”

She waved at Reuben, “Hi Payback.”

“Hey there, Barbie Girl,” Javy threw her a peace sign.

“Hiya, Coyote!”

“Good morning, Barbie,” Rooster tipped his hat.

“Mornin’, Rooster.”

“Hi, Barbie!” “Hi, Barbie!” Her favorite duo harmonized.

“Hi, Bob! Hi, Phee!”

And for some closer than others….

“You know I was thinking,” Jake commented, taking Y/n’s hand before leading her to the pottery class he signed them up for. Every Friday night was reserved for date night. Dinner and a movie. Walk on the beach. Spending $20 worth of quarters at an arcade. Attending a comedy show. Paint and sip. Following the successful mission, Jake and Y/n hit it off and began seeing each other.

“Famous last words.”

“It’s not bad,” a chuckle left his lips, stopping at the door. “I just thought it was funny. You know how you’re basically Barbie?” His cheeky smile resulted in her mirroring it.

“Yessss.”

“This means I’m pretty much your Ken, right?” The question makes the woman visible ‘awe’. Jake ruffles a hand through his hair and gives his best blue steel, “we kinda look alike. Don’t you think?”

Laughing, Y/n kisses his cheek, “I mean…name a more iconic duo than Barbie and Ken.”

“Barbie and Hangman?”

“Exactly.” It was safe to assume what their Halloween costumes were going to be.

Time went on, missions were run. And after a year of anticipation—though it felt like forever, it was finally announced in 2020 Y/n would be one of the astronauts selected to be part of NASA’s Artemis program launching in 2024.

Making Y/n the first woman to go to the moon.

The call came in from a restricted number when they were in a meeting, and knowing she was to expect a call within the month everyone quickly shut up so the pilot could answer.

She excused herself to leave the room, staying in front of the window so the team could see her. Throughout the conversation Y/n’s expression remained neutral to the point none had a clue whether the news was good or bad. Only when she reentered the room did they get the answer.

“I’m going to the moon!!!”

“Ahhh!!!!” The team exploded in an array of cheers, Y/n jumping up and down, careful not to drop her phone that was in her hands when Jake lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Despite being unauthorized to show pda in uniform, Jake gave her a big kiss on the lips, not caring who saw. “You are the most exceptional human being on this planet.”

“Jake,” tears welled in her eyes, which he kissed away. Her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. Feeling on top of the world with her closest friends supporting her.

Once all calmed down and they finished the meeting, Mickey jumped from his seat, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!” Everyone sped to the Hard Deck to celebrate the news. Mav bought the first round, followed by Payback.

“Guys you don’t have to do all that,” Y/n said once she realized they all agreed to buy her drinks for the night.

“We want to,” Nat tapped her beer with Y/n’s cocktail glass, the guys voicing agreements. “For years you’ve been dreaming about this and it’s finally happening. Your hard work is paying off and we want to celebrate—show you we love and appreciate you, Barbie.”

Y/n fought back tears, never afraid to show her emotions. Some may find it childish or thinned skin, but to Y/n that was what being human was all about. “I love you guys.”

“We love you!” The voices echoed together.

The night had been going well with the squad hanging out by the pool tables like they usually did when Y/n approached the bar to pick up the next round Mickey was paying for. Not paying attention to those beside her, she smiled at Penny and repeated the order before waiting patiently.

But what’s a night at a bar without someone who lacks boundaries.

“You must be the one they call Barbie,” a voice says, flirtation seeping through the words. Glancing to her right, Y/n recognizes a gentleman from the flight line whose name she could not recall. “You’re quite the talk around base. In fact, weren’t you in some Hollywood blockbuster?”

“Yes,” she politely responds, keeping the answer short. Though she was known to be a sweetheart and kindhearted to anyone she met, Y/n could tell where the interaction was heading toward and did not feel comfortable entertaining it any further. “A long time ago.”

“I’m Lieutenant Paul Billings,” he extended his hand, and she immediately clocked he was trying to show off his rank. ‘Boy he’s in for a treat.’

Not wanting to make a scene, she accepts the handshake. “Commander Y/n L/n,” there was emphasis on the Commander, displaying the woman was of higher rank and therefore a silent warning to Billings to not cross a line.

There was a flash of surprise on his face. Y/n held back an amused laugh, ‘guess you didn’t hear everything.’

“Something the matter, Lieutenant?”

“No,” he brushes it off, “Nothing. Say,” he nods to the bar, “can I buy you a drink.” Did he not just hear her order a round for the people she came with?

“That’s kind of you,” she starts just as Penny arrives with a try full of cold beers and her usual cocktail. “But I’m all set, thank you.” Hands moving to take the tray, she jumps slightly at the feeling of his own coming to her wrist.

“What about lunch this week?”

“I’m sorry but I am spoken for, Lieutenant,” removing his hold, Y/n takes a step away.

Now Paul had lost his reasonable composure. Scoffing, he says, “What? Am I not enough for you?” The question results in her raising a brow.

“I beg your pardon?”

He makes a face, “You think because you’ve done all these careers and occupations that you’re better than the average person? I’m not a pilot and an actor or researching the cure for cancer while creating a documentary series,” venom seeps through his tone, obviously depicting his jealousy, “Basic is not up to your standards, so you have to throw our failures in our face as if we don’t already know.”

By now a crowd has formed. Jake started moving the second he noticed Billings etching too close to his girl, followed by Nat and the others who were ready to back him up. Behind the bar, Penny was fixing to ring the bell until being stopped by Y/n’s wave of the hand.

“Are you done?”

Paul’s expression was that of, “what?” No audible response was voiced therefore Y/n continued.

“Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and say this, Paul,” Y/n drops her shoulder. The change in body language let Jake and her friends know she wasn’t taking anything that the man said personally. “I know I should be offended by your insults and insinuations, but the truth is I’m not.” A small smile forms on her lips, “I don’t view myself higher than anyone because of what I accomplished. The only person I do that to, is myself—because I don’t have to prove to no one but me that I am capable of achieving what I set my mind to. And yeah,” a light chuckle escapes, “I’ve set my mind to a lot of things—way more than the average person. But that doesn’t mean you or anyone else can’t do the same.”

Pausing Y/n takes a breath before exhaling, “You look at me, and hate the way it makes you view yourself. Makes you believe you’re a failure because you didn’t follow the path you hoped to make for yourself.” Paul’s expression shifts to one of solemnity, like he was thinking of his younger self who had dreams and aspirations. Mourning what could have been.

It made Y/n sad for him. Empathetic despite him attacking her. “One thing I’ve learned over the years…is time is what you make of it. Life is about taking risks. You can still set out to do whatever it is you wish, as long as you’re committing to taking the risk no matter how scary it is. Sure you’ll find obstacles and it’ll feel like the whole world is against you. But determination will guide you through the walls, and you will be successful so that you can look back and think, ‘it was worth it.’ As cliche as it sounds,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Barbie isn’t a person or an object you can obtain. Barbie is a mindset. And you have to unlock it in your own way, Paul.”

It was so quiet in the building, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. Their looks of awe, admiration, and even newfound motivation by Y/n’s speech. Impressed by how classy she handled what very well could have been a scream match between rival squadrons.

Behind Billings the Dagger squad stood with proud smirks at their friend. Especially Jake, who caught Y/n’s eyes and threw her a wink. Nat gave the woman a salute, a silent gesture to say, ‘you inspire me everyday.’

And Billings? Well he was at a loss for words.

Patting his shoulder, Y/n grabbed the tray of drinks, “I wish you luck, Paul.” Thanking Penny, who gave her a proud nod and replied, “this ones on the house,” Y/n returned to her friends where she was met with a sweet kiss from Jake, claps on the back and “You go girl!” “Tell them who’s boss.” “Damn, you made me wanna go out there and live life the way I should.”

“What’s stopping you, Javy?” she handed him a beer, “the world is your playground.”

A couple hours later it was time to call it a night. Hugs went around, promises to meet up the following night and tabs were closed.

On their way out, Jake dropped a kiss to Y/n forehead, pulling her close to him as he led her to the door of the parking lot, “So what’s next for you, doll? You’ve proved you can be anything and anyone you chose to be,” he grins at her, “What will you set your mind to now after space?”

“First, I want to write a book—I think that’s something a lot have been waiting for me to do. Afterwards, well, I’ll have to wait a couple more years, but,” The corner of Y/n’s lips lift up before flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m thinking….the Oval Office is in need of a makeover. Don’t you think?”

Then, before he could answer, Y/n turns her head in the opposite direction as if she’s trying to find a hidden camera. Makes eye contact with you, the reader, winking before turning back to Jake where she sets off on her next adventure.

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blythings · 4 months

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BAD IDEA RIGHT? | TOM BLYTH

— pairing: tom blyth x filmmaker!oc (fem.)

— summary: she thinks she is really, really smart unless it's about tom; and then she is really, really stupid.

— tags: exes-to-lovers, named oc, attempts at humour, mentions of other celebrities.

— notes: some parts were lifted from i-D mag's feature on emma seligman!

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i_d Bottoms is a delight because it’s a rare breed of big studio production with a compelling original premise, following Josie (Ayo Edebiri) and PJ (Rachel Sennott), two queer teen dirtbags on their circuitous quest to get laid.⁠ ⁠

The movie been called “one of the most quotable films of the decade”, “blisteringly funny”, an “exercise in kamikaze feminism” and more, whilst holding a score of 96% on reviews aggregator Rotten Tomatoes.⁠ ⁠

But when we speak, director @/alexisnakamura only wants to lament on her new bangs. “Impulsively cutting your bangs at 5am is peak girlhood,” she says with the jittery intonation of a girl in her twenties.

Hit the link in bio to read Alexis's full interview with i-D on imposter syndrome, meeting friend and close collaborator Mari Arai in college, situating her bisexuality in her filmmaking and more.⁠

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Dan looks ready to go after her, but Wymack shakes his head and motions for her to keep stretching. "Leave her alone," Wymack says, subdued. "She didn't want to play goal tonight after how USC's game went. We talked her into it." He says "we" but he glances at Andrew at that. "Andrew said he could control the score if she showed him how they played." "You should have let her step down," Aaron says. "She'd've been more use as a fourth backliner. It's not a good gap." "Whose fault is that?" Kevin asks. Aaron and Matt bristle but stay quiet. Nicky manages a shaky breath and says, "How are we supposed to stop them if they won't carry the ball?" "You have to drive them back," Kevin insists. "Keep them past the fourth-court line so they can't take those quick shots. Force them to shoot further out and Andrew will have a better chance of deflecting them." "Great plan," Aaron says with heavy sarcasm, "except they're almost as fast as your mini-me is. Can't push them if we can't keep up with them." "Find a way," Kevin insists, and that was that.

Day: Friday, April 26th / 27th* Time: 8:55 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

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ariicandy · 10 months

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╭・Being Miles’ Younger Sibling !! PT.2

Pt 2 cause I still got some more in mind 😜😜 gonna do e-42 miles soon but as usual,

Grammar mistakes are here I apologize !!

︎ㅤ︎ㅤ❥︎ ┈ whenever you guys are calling late at night and he is on patrol, the call will either randomly end because he ran into a building/poll or u hear him run into the poll/building with an “ow”. Best assure he WILL need the best phone case && screen protector.

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ he’s probably those siblings that randomly go to your room and dont say anything. It might be annoying but to him, it just makes him glad you’re okay and no one/nothing is going to hurt you when he’s around.

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ nicknames he call you are probably like bro, a shorten version of your name(example bri for brianna, Nicky for Nicolas or Danny etc etc.) and sometimes just do a “HEY” depending on context like he’s gonna show you something he thinks is cool or interesting.

❥︎ ┈ if you share a talent you and miles are both good at like a subject in school, best believe you guys will share test scores and brag who got the highest. A small competition of whoever gets the highest scores gets to go get their favorite snack,food, or dessert while the other has to pay for it. If you both got the same scores then no one gets a treat! But miles being the big sweet brother he is, buys you something to celebrate!!

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ If miles had to save you when he was fighting, he was panicking. He ran over to you after knocking the villain checking if you are okay or have any injuries. Reassure him you’re okay and he’ll finally calm down that nothing hurts or have any bruises on you. Just know he’ll talk about it a LOT.

❥︎ ┈ alternate version of miles saving you but you got Injured(badly or not really your choice!) miles would be running to the hospital and be the first person to show up next to you, even before your parents. They try to calm miles down while he is scared and anxious waiting for your surgery to be done and well(if you chose very bad injury)

or they still try to calm him down a bit in the room with you even tho it wasn’t too serious serious.(not very bad choice)

Either one, miles would still be terrified and panicky because he was suppose to keep you safe as your older brother and as spiderman to his advantage. His heart can finally rest knowing you can leave, best assure he’ll give you the biggest hug and never want to let go.

Mama Morales: “Miles that’s enough let [name] have some space and air.”

Miles: “noo one more minute :((“

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ He’ll probably use the excuse of saving you that time JUST SO you don’t go out alone. He definitely got a bit more anxiety and paranoid whenever you come just a little late home. you- “okay ima head out for a bit!” miles - “Let me go with you [n/n]!” you- “Miles I’ll be fine-“ Miles- “But remember last time I wasn’t with you :((“ You end up having miles next to the whole time you went out

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ If the spot killing you because of “what he did to him” and spot destroying his life being his canon event, miles would never get over it and never forgive himself. I would rather disturb this canon event thing just to save your life even if it means he’ll lose his dad or his mom. He can’t lose Someone who was there for him day 1 or even later on he didn’t tell you day 1, he barley has anyone to talk to about this and his own sibling having to be that sacrifice?? He would rather let this dimension collapse with him or break every possible canon event that evolves around you dying than actually really happening. ㅤ❥︎ ┈ He has had nightmares about you or your parents(Mr. & Mrs. Morales) dying from him failing to save any of you by not trying to do both, saving everyone and saving one person close to you. ( see what I did there😜) whenever he has these nightmares he will go check up any of you by opening the door quietly and slowly to not make noise that’ll wake you up. It calms him down seeing you just peacefully sleeping undisturb by the world.

#across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #into the spider verse #into the spiderverse #atsv #itsv #atsv miles morales #itsv miles #miles morales #atsv miles #miles x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miles morales fic

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lowkeyrobin · 4 months

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EVIL DEAD RISE ; what kind of music you listen to with them

includes ; danny, bridget, kassie (platonic), ellie & beth

warnings ; language, my kinda bad music taste tbh

masterlist

DANNY

either stuff like sneaker pimps, gorillaz, and lil peep or quannnic, the cure, nirvana, paramore

he plays whatever makes you happy, especially if it's something he also likes

probably listens to music to sleep as well

like, hozier, phoebe bridgers, probably movie scores that are calm and kinda relaxing as well

sometimes you guys sit in silence with the music and relish each others company or you're having a dance party in front of hundreds cheering his dj skills on

religiously wears headphones, doesn't matter if they're wireless or not

he's very anti-earbuds bc they don't fit his ears properly LMAOOO

honestly same....

but he's scared it'll make him get hearing loss sooner bc they don't let the sound out a bit so he sticks w his muffs

keeps him warm in the winter 🤷‍♂️/🤷‍♀️

BRIDGET

mazzy star, florence + the machine, hozier, blue foundation, seal, james marriott

I feel like she's into calmer kinda music, but not like basic calm music if that makes sense??

I don't think she's an arctic monkeys/tv girl indie/pop/idk fan iykwim

she likes just being in your presence when she listens to music cause she wants to have those songs remind her of you somehow

like if you're on the bus, in the car, she's the type to usually have her earbuds in, probably does the spotify party thing with you LMAO

that way you don't have to share earbuds or anything

danny constantly teases you guys bc your music taste differs but you're totally swooning for her so you always listen to her music lol

KASSIE

taylor swift idk

what do little kids listen to these days??? 💀💀💀

cmon she's like 10 at max gimme a break

she honestly just picks whatever she likes on your playlists if she needs something to entertain her in the car and whatnot

I mean I'm like that too sometimes I just can't stare out the window in silence I need my music lmao

she probably just has default pop radio music taste, she's too young for a phone anyways lmao

gets any actual music taste from her siblings and you though

ELLIE

probably listens to the pretty reckless and halestorm here and there, prefers more pop music though

probably like muni long, normani, hozier, taylor swift, only the plastic hearts album by miley cyrus, etc

mostly a female artist listener

I just get that vibe from her

her and Beth for sure went to a lot of female lead rock bands before her kids + Jay in general

like evanescence, halestorm, pretty reckless, in this moment, flyleaf

she'd still enjoy listening to rock though, just gotta be in a pumped up mood, like doing chores or working out yk

would enjoy dorothy, lacuna coil, etc

she strikes me as a person who plays music in the house/car but never wirh headphones or anything bc she likes to get shit done and when she's sitting down, she's just trying to relax and music gets her kinda pumped up lmao

loves when u show her new songs tho, she loves adding them to her mixes or whatever

she strikes me as a pandora mom

BETH

she for sure listens to spiritbox, megan thee stallion (she's a nicki anti I know it, me too), halestorm, pretty reckless, new years day, in this moment, september mourning, eminem, rihanna

a lot of like 2000s-2010s legends lol

I feel like she listens to Megan a lot to pump herself up bc real tbh

cobra ft spiritbox is her all time fav song

holy shit she rants about this song to members of her team for a week straight

gets like 300 plays on it by the time spotify wrapped comes out

she strikes me as a yt music user HELP

she loves introducing you to new rock bands, especially ones w female leads

#evil dead rise #danny bixler #danny bixler x reader #morgan davies #bridget bixler #bridget bixler x reader #beth bixler #beth bixler x reader #ellie bixler #ellie bixler x reader #lilly sullivan #gabrielle echols #kassie bixler #evil dead rise x reader #lowkeyrobin

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kosmicdream · 1 year

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No one asked for it, but I thought id give a run down of Nicky/Dr Sugar’s romance as i am not sure if it will ever appear in the main comic. I could be wrong, and might find time/a place to include it somewhere, but if not i felt like sharing more of their story anyway.

-When Sugar (a human) arrived in hell after a cycle, he almost immediately started to turn into a demon. However, in a fit of desperation, he basically performed a bit of what i’d call a “inner demon lobotomy” on himself, despite not knowing what he was doing. Overtime, he also would continue to perform self surgery as an attempt to “cut out” his inner demons and prevent fully turning into a demon. This didn’t work perfectly, but he had some success to it.. Sort of. Even today, he has a bit of issues with his memory and mind, and still thinks the date is somewhere in the 90s, no matter how much time has actually passed.

-During this time, he travelled around and also performed surgery on other demons, either to try to revert them to being human again, but also to kill and hunt them for parts, or treat their wounds in exchange for protection or money. It kind of depended on the individual, but it earned him a reputation for doing such a business. Which did not go well with the officials in the area.

-Nicky was not an sheriff at the time, but he personally hunted Sugar down, killed his patients (at the time) then tortured him for information on his services, as well as those who he might have helped in the past. He also attempted to fully convert Sugar into a demon,but found that it was no longer possible. Sugar however, lost his arm, as Nicky took it off for his dinner to eat in front of him. Sugar poisoned Nicky’s dinner secretly, and used this to escape.

-While on the hunt for Sugar, Nicky had not fully recovered from the poison and ended up getting injured by walking on an unstable platform, and falling. The building also fell on him, pinning him to his spot. He was left there for several days, until Sugar found him in a very weak state and also very dehydrated from the heat. Nicky did not recognize Sugar, nor did not seem to know how severe the state he was in. Taking pity on him, Sugar removed the platform and got Nicky to shelter. He carried Nicky using his Inner Demon, Mr Salt, who also sometimes is his house.

-sugar helped nurse nicky back to health, who (once he was able to realize what had happened) was very infuriated and tried his best to kick up as much of a fuss he could. Unfortunately for him, he was still very weak and had no choice but to swallow his pride and receive help from Sugar. Who had no hesitation to snap at him and treat him like a spoiled child for refusing help despite how badly he needed it. Nicky had several insulting nicknames for Sugar, and refused to call him by name.

-Nicky had never been treated this way, and while outwardly he still treated Sugar coldly, it certainly changed his opinion of Sugar and he became attached to him. To the point where even when he was healthy enough to stand again, he feigned that he was still too weak and sick to leave. Sugar eventually called him on his bluff and kicked him out, but the two had settled their score and Nicky was willing to drop his hunt in exchange for him saving his life.

-Nicky would frequently visit, but also guard Sugar’s territory from other demons, and also brought gifts. His insulting nicknames started to change to more like weird pet names, and other odd comments he’d say to Sugar about him. Sugar eventually asked Nicky if he wanted to go on a date, since Nicky was obviously trying to court him. Nicky was shocked and horrified by being called out like this, since he’s so old fashioned, but of course shyly accepted the offer and they eventually started to date. -Sugar was also the one who eventually proposed, which shocked Nicky again even tho it once again was obvious that he was the one who wanted to marry. (he is not very good at lying) and that is how they ended up how they are today. Nicky still has a lot of guilt for how he treated Sugar, but sugar kinda doesnt GAF. its hell. Shit happens. Now he has a hot monster husband that kills people for him, so as far as he’s considered he’s #winning OFC if I decide to include their story in the main comic, or something else, it might change a bit. But for now, that’s a bit of context on their romance! The two of them are kind of small characters in NRD, but i was happy how much people enjoyed their appearance in ch5. Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading about these two!

#nasty red dogs #nicky #dr sugar

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russilton · 4 months

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Where does George’s name Mr. Saturday comes from?

OH ANON gosh I always forget some of you are so new here- that’s not a dunk I love it! I’ve just been here four years now so, I’m locked in, new people joining us is great!

Mr Saturday comes from George’s time at Williams, if you weren’t around for it, it would be kind to say the Williams car was a bit shit. It was notoriously bad, and on race day it would usually finish a grand 16th MAX, but usually closer to 19/20th barring any disqualifications.

However, George made a bit of a name for himself by always being able to out-qualify his teammates, both Kubrica and Latifi. He just seemed to know how to nail that one lap performance even if it was just to get a little above his teammate for p19, but sometimes to push their car into almost looking like a competitive back marker.

Mr Saturday started by being about George out performing his teammates but late 2020 and 2021 became even more special, as George took that one lap performance and put it in hyperdrive, and qualified that Williams places it frankly had no right to be, thought he usually still lost places in the race itself. I’m talking he went from starting p17-19 to ranging between usually p9-p15 at lowest, while nicky would rarely get close. Most famously p3 in Sochi and the notorious P2 in Spa that became his first podium place when the race was “concluded after two laps”. He was also of course noted for driving Lewis’ car for one weekend in Sakhir 2020 and putting it p2 on his first shot, but mr Saturday predated that.

Mr Saturday kind of fizzled out in 2022 when he was up against Lewis of course at the front of the grid, so it didn’t apply as often. George also didn’t like the nickname much! He didn’t hate it but I remember him saying he didn’t like being known for his quali’s, because that’s not when points are scored, he wanted to be known for his race finishes. That’s when he briefly became Mr Consistency for managing to finish in the top 5 for almost every race of that season excluding his DNF in Silverstone, when no other driver (including max) had.

And now he’s just George, given he and Lewis were the only two to manage exactly equal quali vs performances in 2023, but he’ll always secretly be Mr Saturday to us really.

#asks #anonymous #mark’s driver meta

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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I wanna talk about Nicky more. Like I feel like he’s slept on in ToE. What does he grow up to be like? We know Dots a WSO? What about Nick?

I feel like little Nicky Bradshaw just wants to play soccer. (Football depending where you’re from) He’s a talented little kid and he keeps pursuing it into his teenage years and into high-school and college and eventually pro.

Massive family boy. He’s got a few inches on Bradley which really pisses him off but he can’t grow a moustache to save his life. he’s Bradley Bradshaws clone. Just as protective and adorable as his dad is. Whenever Bradley was on deployment or just away for work Nick was the man of the house. He took that role very seriously.

All Nicks friends adore you, they all think you’re the hot mum. Your the hang out on the couch with the boys mum—the mum that they can tell anything to. The mum who has condoms and hangover kits on standby. The mum who’s phones always on ringer incase of emergency. The mum who will bro down.

loves his mum—oh so much. He learns the ASL sign for ‘mum’ and ever time he scores a goal it’s his thing. Dedicated to the woman who gave him everything, who was at every game with oranges slices and Gatorade.

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw

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brendanbrissonswh0re · 1 year

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MR AND MRS

this takes place when nick is

Still on the umich team.

Y/N POV

I wake up to an empty bed as I’m thinking where nick could be I hear the bedroom door open and nick walks in “ Nicky where did you go” I asked him “oh just out to run some errands” “ohh ok, are you excited for the game tonight?” “Yep I know for a fact we’re gonna win this one, especially cause your gonna be there and your my lucky charm” he says before walking over to the bed and giving me a kiss. “Why don’t you get back in bed and cuddle me” “ I’m sorry baby but I can’t, I have to leave for practice soon” “oh ok” I say with a sad expression on my face. Nick noticed that I got visibly upset and told me “but I promise after practice is finished we can cuddle all you want” “mmm that sounds like a good plan Nicky”

NICKS POV

I got y/n the most beautiful ring ever I know she’s gonna love it, Nolan and Thomas helped me pick it out, but I’m scared I don’t want her to reject me “dude what if she says no” I tell Thomas and Nolan Thomas responds “I promise you she loves you so much I know for a fact she’s gonna say yes” Nolan also chimes in “yeah dude have you seen the way she looks at you she acts like you hung the stars in the sky, don’t be so nervous she gonna say yes” “you guys are right she loves me” I pay for my ring and lady at the cash register says “she’s a lucky lady good luck I hope she likes the ring” I respond to her with a “thank you” before all 3 of us leave the store. As I’m walking in the room to get ready for practice I notice y/n is awake. I quickly stuff the box in my jacket pocket and prayed she didn’t notice. I walked over to y/n and gave her a kiss before we had a quick conversation. “Y/n baby I gotta go, I gotta get to practice I tell her” she responds with an “ok, I love you please drive safe” “I will baby I promise”

At practice

I walk into yost to see Nolan he asked me “so how’s mrs. Blankenburg” I blush spreads across my face and a smile braces me before I say “she’s good, but don’t call her that until I actually ask her” Nolan gives me a pat on the back before going into his stall to put his skates on.

Y/N POV

It’s about 6pm and I just got finished with one of my classes and now I’m getting ready for the game. Nick should be getting out of practice any time now, the game doesn’t start until 9pm but coach wants them to be there at 7pm. As I’m getting ready I hear the door to our apartment open and a bag drop on the floor, I know it’s nick. The door to our bedroom opens and nick comes In “hey baby how was practice” I asked him he walks over to me placing a kiss on my lips before speaking up and saying “it was good, you look so pretty baby” he places a kiss on my head. I blush and look down at my lap before he says “nice to know I can still make you blush” he looks at me as he smirks. “Nickyyyy stopp” i wine “what I can’t help it my girl is just so beautiful” “why don’t you go take a quick nap Nicky,before you have to leave” “mmm good idea baby” as nick takes a nap I finish getting ready.after I’m ready it’s about 6:38 so I go wake nick up “Nicky it’s time to wake up baby” “what time is it” he asks me “6:38” “oh shit I gotta go” he says before he rushes to get out of the apartment.

At the game

I’m sitting with Thomas’ girlfriend in the front row I decided to wear nick’s jersey but I bedazzled it to make it more of my style and a pair of black ripped jeans with my yellow and blue dunks nick got me because he wanted our shoes to match. Nick spots me during warmups I blow him a kiss while he winks at me before skating away. Thomas’ girlfriend Ava looks at me says “aw you guys are so cute together” “aw thanks Ava” before I know it the game is starting, umich is playing against michigan state. In the middle of the second quarter nick scores a goal, I jump up out of my seat and scream so loud I’m pretty sure the people around me thought I was crazy,nick does his celly before pointing at me and giving me a wink. Michigan ends up winning the game 3-0. As soon as the game is over Ava is rushing me to the tunnel, “Ava what you doing” “come on we have to hurry” she replied. When we make it to the tunnel I see Nolan standing “ ah there you are I was waiting for you” “Nolan what are you talking about” “follow me y/n” Nolan leads me to the ice where their is mats over the ice he told me to walk on the mats. As I’m walking on the mats I see nick standing in front of me and the whole team behind him. “Nick what is all this” nick looks at me with so much love in his eyes before he says “y/n ever since i saw you freshman year I knew we were supposed to be together forever, you make me so happy and I just can’t imagine life without you, you’re my everything, I wanna be with you forever I love you so much baby” he says before he gets down on one knee “So y/n baby will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me” at this point I’m full on crying before I say “yes Nicky I’d love to marry you” he jumps up and brings me up to a kiss before yost erupts in cheers and the boys on the team hit their sticks on the ice. Nick brings me into a hug and kisses me before I say “Nicky I love you so much” “I love you more Mrs.Blankenburg” we share another kiss before the boys on the team come in and join our hug making it a big group hug. After the boys stop hugging I look down at my left hand before I look up at nick “Nicky this ring is so beautiful” “it is but it’s not as beautiful as you”.

I’m going to make a part 2 of the actual wedding soon!!!

I don’t really know how I feel about this one but lmk if you like it

#nick blankenburg blurbs #umich hockey blurbs #umich hockey #thomas bordeleau #nolan moyle #nhl hockey

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parvumchao · 1 month

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( @tapalslegacy LIKED for some Nicky )

"Is it true what they say about redheads? That you're all FIERY and have the hottest tempers? If so, I should've been born one."

#tapalslegacy #( ic. / closed starter. )#( i want more that's the score. / nicky. )#( verse. / the traffic wrote the words. )#( i'm sorry this is your intro to this blog lolololol )

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cookies-over-yonder · 9 months

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Hell and Back

CO-WRITTEN BY @silverlistenstothings

Hermie overhears that Nicky wants to be around more. They jump to the worst conclusion.

Part 16 of The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Roommates

ao3

Hermie wakes up to Ms. Swift calling Taylor’s name from downstairs. They know they should probably mind their own business, but they’re already awake and they’re curious. Nobody ever accused them of being particularly good at staying in their own lane.

They hear Taylor call back an answering, “whaaat,” and leave his room to descend the stairs. Hermie waits for him to reach the first floor, before they peak out of their room to listen in.

“Your dad called earlier,” Ms. Swift starts, sounding conflicted. “He told me that he wants to be around more often. For you.”

“Really?” Taylor asks, cautiously excited. “Are you getting back together?”

“No, no, I don’t think so,” Ms. Swift says, a bit of a laugh in her voice, between amused and nervous. “He’s still in Hell for now, but he’s searching for a job and an apartment.”

Job prospects for Nicky look dire. He might have better control over hiding his demonic features than Hermie does, but he’s also an idiot as far as they’ve been able to tell. Hermie hasn’t really been able to figure out what the deal is with his parentage, but it certainly seems confusing enough to muddy the waters of legal documentation. Besides, Hermie has no idea what kind of education he got in Literal Hell, but they can assume it’s not great. Landing an apartment with an infernal credit score and dubious legal existence is sure to be a challenge as well. The solution, of course, is obvious.

Nicky should move back into the Swift household. It has a guest bedroom, a pretty nice one in fact, the only problem is that there’s already someone there. That has an easy fix, of course; Hermie has to go.

Well. They knew this moment would come eventually, it’s just a bit sooner than they expected. Better now than later, they suppose. They wouldn’t want to get too comfortable.

Right. They can move back to their own house. They’re not exactly sure how things will go over there, but it’ll be fine, surely. They never should have tried clawing out a space for themself in the Swift household in the first place. This was always going to happen.

They don’t bother listening in on the rest of the conversation. Though they know it to be true, they don’t really want to hear Ms. Swift and Taylor awkwardly talk around how little they want Hermie. They know they’ll never compare to Nicky in terms of importance. It’s not even a question. Despite the… complications, Taylor loves Nicky, and Nicky seems to feel the same way. Hermie was tolerated in this household, never loved . Probably not even liked, for that matter.

They return to their room— the guest room, not their room, it never was their room— and survey the scene. The fairy lights and the sheets on the bed they began to think of as their own— despite their initial protests at the furniture store— have always belonged to Taylor. Taylor’s mom, technically, since Taylor certainly hadn’t earned that money himself. They were never Hermie’s. None of this has ever been Hermie’s. Even the collection of clothes in their the closet are all stolen, gradually amassed from Taylor’s laundry or any store within walking distance. There’s even a skirt from Ms. Swift that Hermie had intended to mend when they found it torn in the laundry, but had stashed away in the closet instead.

So that’s where they’ll start. They feel no desire to return everything they’ve stolen from any store that stocks clothes in a 2 mile radius— because for all their flaws, shoplifting as never been one of them and they’re fully aware that stealing from corporations is the morally correct thing to do— but they suppose they should leave everything they’ve taken from Taylor behind, even if he is rich. Mostly, it’s just shirts depicting anime characters Hermie barely recognizes, stolen because the texture is nice, but they’re also losing a cute collared shirt with cats on it, their favorite pair of sweatpants, some cargo pants that fit them surprisingly well, and a cozy grey hoodie with cat ears on the hood and paws embroidered into the cuffs.

Hermie barely feels the tears coming on until their vision starts to blur. It’s just some stupid clothes, Hermie rotates their wardrobe all the time, leaving half their closet behind isn’t a big issue because it was never theirs in the first place.

But it isn’t the clothes, is it? It’s the tentative sense of comfort that living here gave them. It’s the rhythm of spending the mornings with Taylor, helping him with his makeup when he asks and making him breakfast on occasions. It’s Ms. Swift’s careful reassurances and kind smiles. It’s spending time with people , people that put the effort into pretending to care about them. It’s fried rice and watching anime all day and Taylor’s hugs and two-way teasing. It’s Taylor pulling them out of bed when they can’t do it themself and them holding him when the anxiety he forced back throughout their journey finally starts catching up with him. It’s the idea of serving a purpose in other people’s lives, of looking after Taylor and sometimes, just sometimes, being looked after in return.

Oh, god.

They don’t want to leave this.

Hermie falls to the floor, curling up over their knees and burying their head in their hands, elbows braced against the floor. When they step outside the room, they’ll face their dismissal with dignity, but for now it hurts. They’ve been so consumed by apathy for so long that they’re not used to wanting, but they want this. They want to stick around and pretend just a little longer to be part of this family, even though they know they’ve never had a place here. They want company, companionship, whatever they have with Taylor that almost feels like friendship, like family on days that Hermie lets themself be a bit more deluded.

They don’t think they’ll survive being alone again. Without Taylor to drag them out of bed, they’re afraid they’ll let themself wither away and nobody will notice their death, much less grieve it. That never scared them before. It had always been an inevitability they accepted and found comfort in. Are they really so pathetic to question that now? Is a little bit of kindness all it takes for them to question everything their short, pathetic life has been leading up to? Is this-

“Hermie!” Taylor calls, rapidly ascending the stairs. Hermie muffles the startled wail into their hand, sinking fangs into flesh. Taylor knocks on the door. “Hermie!”

He’s going to tell them to go. They can’t face that. They’ll do something pathetic, like beg to stay.

“… Hermie?” Taylor’s knocks taper off. Hermie holds their breath, and glances at the window. They can probably tear through the mesh and squeeze through it, should it prove necessary. “Did you hear us talking?”

“… mmhmm.” Even the neutral hum of agreement comes out strained and pitchy through tears.

“You don’t sound excited,” Taylor sulks.

Hermie barks out a noise that’s equal parts laugh and sob, because really, Taylor’s always been a bit oblivious but to expect excitement is just cruel . Surely he doesn’t think Hermie truly hates him that much? They’re mean and awful to everyone all the time, but they’ve mostly played nice with Taylor, and Taylor seems to assume everyone loves him by default.

“What was that noise? Hermie?” Taylor asks, sounding concerned. They don’t get it. They don’t know what he wants from them.

Hermie stays as silent as possible, hoping for the slightest chance that Taylor will leave them alone and save them the shame.

But instead, they hear the door open.

“Go away!” Hermie sobs, curling further in on themself. Not for the first time, they wish they could just disappear, curl tighter and tighter until they collapse into nothingness. “I’m doing it- you don’t- you don’t need to tell me, just leave me alone!”

They’re not sure how much of it actually makes sense between their hiccups and sobs.

Taylor is closer now, kneeling down in front of them and oh, god, why does he have to make it this much harder? Any comfort now is just twisting the knife that's already buried deep in their chest.

“Hermie, what are you talking about?” Taylor says, and his voice is frantic now. His eyes run up and down Hermie's figure, and it feels invasive before they realize he's scanning for injuries.

They quickly hide their bloodied hand in the folds of their shirt. It’s Taylor’s shirt, technically, but they’re hardly worried about the bloodstains now.

“You- you know what I’m fucking talking about!” Hermie hiccups, aiming for mean and landing on pathetic.

“I really don’t?” Taylor protests, voice high with nerves. He reaches out to put a hand on Hermie’s shoulder, and Hermie flinches away. He doesn’t push it. “What’s going on?”

“I’m leaving, ok?” Hermie manages. “I get it, I’m not— compared to— and I’m not asking t— just— just—“

They trail off to gasping sobs, and they can’t get enough air back in their lungs to continue. It’s far from their first time hyperventilating into sobs like this, but they still feel like they’re going to suffocate every time. At the moment, they kind of wish they would. Anything would be better than this.

“Hermie, is this about my dad? He's—he's not moving in here, Mom said it wouldn't work… we—we want you here, Hermie!” he says, and oh, no, he's crying too.

Do you really? they want to ask, but nothing comes out, and their throat is dry, and they feel like throwing up, or fainting, or both.

Their ears are ringing, and they can feel their vision going. It's not the first time it's gotten this bad, but it's the first with an unwanted witness.

Taylor's saying something, and it's a string of sounds Hermie can't quite make out, but he's repeating it, louder, louder, louder—

" Hermie ," he says, "can you hear me?"

They think they nod, but they really aren't too sure of anything at the moment.

"Okay. Breathe in for… five seconds? Five seconds. One…"

They don't deserve this, but they follow, because fuck, their chest hurts.

"Two…"

Taylor's voice is a weird mixture of confident and soft. Hermie doesn't know how they can hear both of those at once.

"Three…"

So Nicky really isn't moving in? It doesn't make sense, why wouldn't he?

"Four…"

Mom said it wouldn't work , Taylor said. They suppose that makes a bit of sense? After all, Nicky wasn't involved in either of their lives that closely before, so it would be a drastic shift.

"Five…"

But then again, the same goes for Hermie… so why do they tolerate them living here?

"Okay, now hold, it's okay."

God, Taylor has no right to sound so comforting. Hermie, because they’re weak and pathetic and selfish, leans forward to rest their head on Taylor’s shoulder.

Taylor doesn’t reciprocate the contact, which is a relief. Instead, he just keeps counting in the same strange, comforting tone, until Hermie’s breathing evens out. It takes a while, but not nearly as long as it would have if they were on their own.

But now Hermie is fully aware and fucking embarrassed. Not only did they have a full on sobbing and hyperventilating panic attack in front of Taylor of all people, but it was all over a problem they made up. They still can’t figure out why they’re not kicking Hermie out, but it wouldn’t make sense for Taylor to lie about it.

Was Hermie so pathetic that he felt bad about kicking them out? It wouldn’t be their first time weaponizing how pitiful they are, but they usually do it on purpose. They don’t want Taylor to keep them around out of some misplaced sense of guilt.

“Hermie,” Taylor starts, voice still soft, “can I touch you?”

“Why?” Hermie sniffles. They can’t bring themself to pull their face out of his shoulder.

“I just kinda wanna give you a hug, but-“

“No, I mean-“ they wrap their arms loosely around Taylor, hoping he takes that as permission. “Why aren’t you- I’ll be fine. If you- when you kick me out.”

Taylor hugs them back, tighter. He bumps his head against theirs.

“I don’t wanna kick you out, though? Neither does Mom. We like having you around, Hermie.”

They don’t get it. It sounds like Taylor is telling the truth, but they just can’t make sense of it. Nobody likes having Hermie around. Personally, Hermie hates that guy.

“Really…?” Hermie asks pitifully.

“Really.” Taylor confirms, sounding a bit more like himself. “You’re fun to be around, and you make good ramen, and you… you get me.”

“Not really,” Hermie admits. “I don’t know… I don’t know why you’re saying this. I don’t know why you wanna keep me around.”

They’re not supposed to admit that. They’re completely breaking character here.

“I’m saying it because it’s true, Hermie.” Taylor hugs them a bit tighter to prove his point. “I want you around. Mom does too.”

That makes even less sense, but Hermie doesn’t have the energy to argue anymore. Instead, they just nod into Taylor’s shoulder, pretending to believe him.

#the mortifying ordeal of being roommates #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #taylor swift dndads #hermie unworthy #fic #dndads #dndads fic #dndads au #angst #hurt/comfort

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i haven't posted like any fic in forever and that's mostly bc i haven't written any that i'm satisfied with. in the meantime tho, have a weird snippet of all for the game fic that i started to try and get a handle on some of the characters. it's not finished and i won't be finishing it. but like some of it is pretty okay i think?? one of these days i'll finish another fic. today is not that day but just like imagine it for me. it's totally gonna happen.

The Foxes are losing.

Correction, Neil thinks, as he watches Matt clash with another backliner, the Foxes are self-sabotaging.

The score is one to six, Jackal’s favor, and Neil thinks Allison is about ready to storm off the court. Halftime, finally, is called as Matt throws the third punch he’s thrown all night, and Neil huffs out a sigh. He isn’t getting back on the court tonight—that’s the second yellow card.

People are attempting to pull the grappling backliners apart, but Neil doesn’t spare them much of a glance as he jogs past, racquet slung across his shoulders. He only has eyes for the bench and the goalkeeper sitting on it, fingers interlocked and elbows resting on his knees as he studies the ongoing brawl with an impassive stare. He’s interested. Hopefully that means they can salvage this.

“Andrew,” he says, stepping through the door, “stay in goal tonight.”

He looks up at Neil, looking utterly unfazed. “That’s not my job.”

Neil gives him a look, an unsubtle warning. Those never work, though—he and Andrew both know it. Words are the only thing that will get Andrew on a leash. Neil’s words. Sometimes Kevin’s, even rarer, Renee’s. Neil is the one with the highest success rate.

“Your job,” he murmurs, voice lowering as he leans in, “is to stay in goal tonight. I don’t care what the other team is saying about me. I don’t need your protection.”

Andrew scoffs. Neil swats the back of his head. Were it anyone else, they’d lose fingers, but Andrew just stares up at him, eyes flat and dark. Neil raises an eyebrow. Andrew is silent for a very long moment, before reaching up to tap the ugly scar on Neil’s cheek with his thumb. He doesn’t even blink.

“I know you don’t,” Andrew says, eyes still dark, “this’ll be much more interesting.”

There have been ugly taunts being thrown around all night. Butcher is the new nickname, the cruel, jeering jab that the opposing team has been using to try and throw Neil off his game. The worst part is, he thinks it may be working. At the very least, he got to see Kevin trip the Jackal’s dealer with his racquet “on accident” after the guy had spat out some sort of insult involving his father’s name. Neil certainly wasn’t worried about himself, though—just how Andrew would react when he finally got out on the court.

He has a vindictive, violent, protective streak. Neil isn’t stupid. One particularly nasty word with the intent to cut deep a bit too close to Andrew, and that heavy goalkeeper’s racquet is caving in a ribcage or shattering another arm. He knows that Andrew has chosen him as his mark, the thing he’ll maim for.

But Andrew trusts him. And he, however stupid it is, trusts Andrew. He’ll handle it himself, without sending someone to the hospital. Even if Andrew disagrees with the method and result, he’ll allow Neil this reclamation of power if he deems it necessary.

Neil isn’t religious, but he prays that he does anyway.

The game resumes with Andrew in goal and Nicky going on in Matt’s stead—Neil isn’t sure it’ll be much better, but at least Nicky won’t try to get the other team to punch his lights out the way Matt’s been trying to all night, with the way he’s been behaving. A sour mood, one that Neil doesn’t quite want to interpret or find out the reason for—it takes a lot to ruffle Matt’s feathers like this.

He’s grinning at them through the plexiglass, though, so maybe he was just feeling like a grade-A piece of shit tonight.

Someone yells across the court. Neil hears the word junior, and his shoulders tense. The Jackal’s goalkeeper shouts it again, grinning beneath his helmet. Neil returns his gaze with a dead-eyed stare, not moving even as Kevin claps a hand over his shoulder.

He leans in, saying only for Neil to hear: “Carve them up.”

Oh, he’ll clear through them like a cleaver.

He makes it to half-court and wastes no time as soon as the buzzer’s gone off. Off like a shot, he races down the court—the backliners will handle the incoming strikers, and there’s the deafening crack of Andrew sending a shot down the court—a confirmation of Neil’s confidence that tonight will turn around. His mark is practically right on his heels, but he manages to snatch the rebound out of the air and pivot away, just as the backliner swings his racquet and smashes against his with enough force to send a rattle of pain all the way up his forearms. Neil doesn’t let go—but the ball goes flying. It’s messy and uncoordinated. It has no place in a Class I game. Neil narrows his eyes at the backliner, who just grins.

“C’mon, Butcher,” he says, and Neil’s blood burns.

It takes less than a second for him to lose his tail. He ducks around the backliner, feinting one way before bolting the other, seeing Allison with the ball—the pass is quick and clean, and before long Aaron is tossing it back Andrew’s way.

It clears the court. Neil isn’t sure he’ll be able to catch it, but he takes off anyways—right between the oncoming defense players, weaving across the court with a snarl. It takes nothing for him to get out of their range, even less to snatch the ball out of the air. They’re still coming, though, and he’s hardly in position to shoot. He’s shot from worse angles, but he can give himself better odds—darting towards goal and passing to himself, the goalkeeper’s got his eyes on him and there’s something ugly in them.

Neil makes the goal. He makes sure to make it hurt, too. This got personal as soon as these shitheads let the name Nathaniel leave their mouths—so he strikes back twice as hard, the best way he knows how.

“At least my father cared enough to chase me across the country,” he snaps, eyes gone wild, “is yours even in the stands?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Or maybe the right thing. The goalkeeper’s eyes light up with fury, and Neil knows the punch is coming before it gets there. It rattles him down to the teeth, and he’s sent stumbling sideways. A second one comes moments later, and Neil’s not fast enough to get out of range. The buzzer goes off and Neil thinks that sound ringing in his ears is the shouting of his teammates. He doesn’t wait for someone to come to his rescue, though—he hits right back.

It takes three people to pull them apart. There’s definitely blood dripping from Neil’s nose as he backs off, panting and swearing as he does so. He doesn’t fight it as he’s swung around and shoved back toward his team, and the sight that greets him is pretty much what he expected: Andrew, being held back by four of their teammates—Kevin with his arms wrapped around his middle, Allison and Nicky holding him by the arms, Aaron pushing against his shoulders. They don’t let go of him until Neil’s halfway across the court toward them, though Andrew’s still simmering as Neil comes closer.

“You’re bleeding,” Kevin says, and Neil grins, all teeth.

“You told me to carve them up,” he says, sharp as a knife’s edge.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #aftg fandom #idk how many tags can i slap on this thing #my writing #this one isnt good enough or finished enough for ao3 but i CAN slap it down here so!!! here u go!!!!#have some absolutely deranged gay people!!!

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