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nhlclover · 1 year

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐙𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒

word count: 1.44k

summary: your childhood friend comes home, digging up old feelings once felt for him

warnings: slight drinking, kissing, use of 'y/f/i' which stands for 'your first initial'

Trevor Zegras is a boy you never forget.

Growing up next door to him, he was always in my life. From preschool to middle school, we were friends, spending most moments of the day together. Over time, I found myself being drawn to the boy that lived next door to me. I quickly figured, however, that my crush was one-sided. I did my best to forget my crush but failed to do so.

Even as the years passed and boyfriends have come and gone from my life, my crush on Trevor has always sat in the backseat.

When my mom told me Trevor was coming back to New York for a few weeks in the summer, I was excited. Though those feelings were promptly replaced by ones of nervousness when she informed me he had been invited for dinner at our house.

Seeing him walk up my driveway brings back memories of when we were kids, him doing the same to come and ask me if I wanted to go for a bike ride or hang out in my treehouse. We spent every moment of every summer together.

“Y/n/n. I can��t believe it.” He says. Trevor scoops me up spinning me around once.

“Trevor put me down!” I shriek.

He does so, setting me down, and looking down at me. He’s several inches taller than the last time I saw him, and has definitely put on muscle. Seeing him in front of me I am promptly reminded of my feelings for my best friend. My childhood crush has only grown into something stronger as we’ve gotten older.

“What?” He asks me.

“You look so different.” I say.

“I could say the same about you.” Trevor says, eyeing me up and down.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” I joke.

“It’s good believe me.” He smiles. “God, it’s been so long.”

“Well, you’re the one who lives in California.” I remind.

“Yeah, and you’re the one that decided to go to an ivy league school in fucking Rhode Island.” He jokes.

“Fine, we’re both at fault. Truce?” I ask, sticking my hand out for a handshake.

He snorts, shaking my hand, then pulling me into his chest and tossing an arm around my shoulders. We walk into the house, my parents immediately greeting him like he was their own son. My mom brings him in for a tight hug while my dad shakes his hand, asking about hockey and handing him a beer. We eat dinner, Trevor charming my mother by complimenting her cooking.

“I don’t know why you never dated Trevor, he’s much more polite than any of the guys you’ve brought home before.” My mom says.

“Mom, seriously?” I ask, my cheeks heating up. I dare to look over at Trevor who has an intrigued look on his face.

“You’ve been bringing guys home, huh?” He asks.

“Only two!” I say in defence. “And that was in my first year!”

“That is true. None since.” My mother nods. “So I still have hope for the two of you.”

I groan, burrowing my gaze in my food, missing Trevor’s smile and looking in my direction. We wrap up dinner, Trevor and I clearing the table while my parents put out dessert. Not long after, my parents retire to bed, leaving the two of us alone. Trevor and I crack open a second beer each and sit down at the kitchen table, catching up. He tells me about hockey and his new life in Anaheim, while I tell him about life at Brown.

“Oh my god, you guys still have the treehouse?” Trevor asks, looking out the back window in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I refused to let Dad tear it down.” I laugh. “It’s still the same as when we were young.”

“Shut up, really?” Trevor asks, whipping his head at me.

“Yeah, it’s got the 5SOS posters and everything.”

Suddenly Trevor is by the back door, opening it and walking through our backyard to the large oak tree that holds the old treehouse. I follow him, watching as he climbs up the rickety wooden ladder, holding a beer bottle in one hand. “Trevor, I don’t know how stable it is!” I call to him.

He ignores me and continues to climb the ladder, opening the hatch at the top and disappearing into the house. I stand at the base of the ladder looking up into the house, seeing Trevor standing at the opening and looking down at me.

“Come up!” He calls.

My brain is dragged back to my childhood, seeing the familiar blonde as I normally would in our summers together. I sigh, beginning to climb the ladder that creaks with every rung I climb. When I climb through the opening, I see Trevor sitting on the wooden pallet couch my dad had made for me when I was young. The couch no longer had cushions and was beginning to decay slightly.

I look around, my chosen artwork still scattered on the walls. 5 Seconds of Summer posters remain on the walls, wilting away, and the blue-painted walls are chipped.

“It still looks the same.” I say softly.

“I mean, yeah if the interior of the treehouse went through an apocalypse.” Trevor says, looking around.

I roll my eyes, sitting beside Trevor on the wooden couch. “God, we used to spend so much time in here.” I say.

“Wait.” Trevor says suddenly, standing up and going to the oak tree that shoots through the centre of the treehouse. He scans the wood, seemingly looking for something.

“I found it!” He says, waving me over.

I stand by his side, looking at where his finger is touching the tree. Above it, ‘T + y/f/i’ is faintly etched into the wood. “Oh my God, I forgot about that.” I say, burying my face in my hands.

When Trevor and I were 11 there was a two-week period that we “dated”. I use the word dated loosely as it was barely a relationship, and Trevor and I never kissed.

“I was heartbroken when you dumped me.” Trevor joked.

“Oh sure you were.” I roll my eyes, going to sit down.

He comes around the tree, finishing off his beer. “I truly was.”

I shake my head, laughing at him. “You don’t believe me?” He asks, sitting down beside me.

“Don’t even, Trevor.” I look over at him, seeing him staring intently at me. His blue eyes are still just as piercing as they were when we were young. Still just as captivating.

“What?” I ask softly.

“Nothing.” He says.

“No, no. Tell me.” I say, sitting up and looking at him. He stares back with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“When you smile, your lips still hook to the left.” He says.

It’s an odd quirk I have and everyone still points it out to me. When I smile, the left side of my mouth goes higher than the right, giving me a crooked smile. I grew up hating it. “Ugh, don’t point it out.” I say, covering my lips with my hand.

“Don’t.” He says, pulling my hand down.

His eyes are delicate as he looks into mine. Suddenly he sits up, leaning forward, and connecting our lips. I hear the empty bottle fall from his hand, clinking as it hits the floor. Trevor’s hands come up to my face, softly holding me there. Before I can kiss him back, his lips pull back. I open my eyes, finding his looking straight into mine.

We sit there momentarily, neither one of us finding the words we want to say. I decide to let actions speak for themselves, leaning back into Trevor, and connecting our lips once again. His tongue sweeps past my lips as I part them, granting him access. My hands press against his chest for stability, his slipping down to my waist, pulling me into him.

I gasp softly as I pull away, resting my forehead against his and looking into his eyes once more. “You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Trevor says softly, still slightly gasping in between words.

“Really?” I ask, our foreheads still pressed together.

“I have never not wanted you, y/n.” Trevor says. “Seriously. You’re all I’ve thought about since the day we met.”

“But, all these years… I thought we were just friends?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.” I quickly shake my head at his words. Trevor kisses me again, smiling against my lips. We break apart, matching smiles on our faces. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I giggle at my childhood dream coming true finally.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #hockey #luvzegras

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lfghughes · 1 year

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Can’t Make Any Promises

a/n: got a little too excited when i saw this request in my inbox because i knew immediately what i wanted to do.

Visiting your little brother at his place always entailed a little more than it should. One of those things required you dodging his roommate and teammate. It’s not that Trevor was a bad kid or anything like that, he was actually pretty cute. The issue was he was a kid. Maybe you were over exaggerating a little bit. You were five years older than your brother and four years older than Trevor. The age difference wasn’t that huge but to you it felt like it. Yet that didn’t seem to bother Trevor at all with the way he consistently asked you out.

You used the key your brother had given you to get inside his place and you were not shocked to see Trevor still at home rummaging in the kitchen. “Hey, Jamie said you were coming by. He ran to the store real quick to pick up some groceries.” Well it would have been nice to hear that from your brother but it wasn’t a big deal you reminded yourself. “Oh okay, I could have stopped and picked whatever on my way here.” You moved to sit at the kitchen island and Trevor just shrugged at your words.

“What are you doing later?” Trevor asked and you already knew where this was going. “I’m going to curl up on my own couch and read for a little.” Trevor feigned a yawn as you spoke and you rolled your eyes at him. “Have dinner with me instead and then we can catch a movie or something.” At least he was consistent you guessed but you still shook your head.

“Why not?” He asked, the million dollar question. “Because one, you’re best friends with my little brother. Two, I’m way older than you.” You listed those things off on your fingers. “So you’re a bit of a cougar, so what?” He asked with an amused laugh and then shook his head. “You’re not even a cougar. Four years is literally nothing and you know that.” Yes, he was right in the long run four years was nothing but in your mind you were also just on a very different stage in your life than he was. You were ready to calm down and settle down meanwhile he was still at the peak of his party stage.

“People will talk.” Which was technically true and people loved picking apart anything that was in the public eye, you were sure they would pick this apart. “Then let them.” Everything to him was easy and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t tempted by him. “One date, give me one fair chance and forget this teeny tiny age gap for the night.” A small sigh left your lips as you looked at him, those blue eyes basically pleading for this chance. “Okay, fine. We can do dinner and a movie. No promises on future dates and you are going to tell Jamie about this whole thing so good luck with that protective brother talk.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #( cant make any promises ft trevor zegras )

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its-in-the-woods · 6 days

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 9

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. Like why are you even here leave. Hurt/comfort, makeup sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fluff, and more fluff. Older man younger woman, P in V, biting, marking, possesivness, slight sub/dom if you squint. Sex on a table, Cum eating,

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words. (Idk things may have gone off the rails and I may be currently rewriting the entire end of this series.)

The day went by relatively quickly, you were grateful that it had ended on time for a change. Sans any fires. You wanted to be home with a bottle of wine and some terrible horror movies. Maybe you’d grab something to eat on the way home. The realization that you were hungry and that the rock in your gut wasn’t so heavy was pleasant. You felt lighter, things weren’t back to normal, but the sting of anger and sadness was lessened. The need to talk to him was lingering. Not sure exactly what you wanted, maybe an apology, but no that wasn’t right. It was an accident. Or was it? You wanted it desperately for it to have been an accident. Mind lingering on Friday, the way he cares for you. The way you craved to hear this voice again. To bury your face against him. You are standing at your car, mind breaking away from your daydream. Unlocking your vehicle you open the car door to flop in when you see Trevor strolling towards you. Part of you wanted to get in and drive away, but instead, you leaned against the car hood. He deserved at least some answers you suppose.

“So should I come over to your place?” Trevor stated his face screwed up with worry. “We can get ice cream, maybe some vodka, rope, duct tape, a shovel.”

You can’t help the smile that comes across your face, “We won’t need any of those just yet.”

Trevor crossed his arms, lips pinched in a tight line as he looked you up and down. “Oh? Did you finally hear from Mister Ghosty”

“Trevor!” You smack his shoulder, trying to come off more teasing but he looks hurt, “He forgot his phone at his place.”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed, “Oh sure." He says dragging the last word, "So how did you find that out? He isn’t supposed to be back here till tomorrow.”

“Leonard pulled me aside at lunch. He told me that Walton had forgotten his phone and was very upset that he couldn’t get a hold of me.”

“Do you believe him?” Trevor had relaxed, but the lines around his mouth still spoke of worry.

You shrug and it was the only real reaction you had. You didn’t have answers, maybe he had roped Leonard into his ploy, maybe he did forget his phone, maybe. There were a whole lot of maybes and not any answers. Until you could see his face you wouldn't really know. Part of you hated how much you wanted to see him.

Trevor stomped a little hands balled up, “That is some actor bullshit right there, but he is prone to leaving his stuff around,” He took a few deep breaths, “I really hope he isn’t jerking you around, cause I do not want to go to prison.”

You sigh, “I don’t know anymore. Maybe this isn’t supposed to be. Like how am I going to cope when the show finishes? He’s going to go back to LA, or wherever.”

“Don’t give up hon,” Trevor says rubbing your arms. “I know this is hard. But I've seen how upset you are over this. You really like the guy and maybe it won’t work, but maybe it will.”

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out of your back pocket, Goggins’ name goes across the screen. Looking up at Trevor, you can see his surprise. You watch the name flash up a few times, your hand resting beside where you had put it on the car. Heart hammering against your ribs, what would be on the other side of the screen?

“Before you open that. I am still willing to find a hole to bury him in” Trevor jokes, a small grin spreading across his face. The tension in him had lifted a bit, maybe things would be okay.

You hit him hard enough for him to say ow. “No mention of body holes. Not yet anyway.”

Your phone is now ringing, Walton’s number popping up on the screen. You briefly wonder if you should just hang it up and leave it. It could wait till tomorrow-

“If you don’t answer the phone, I am going to,” Trevor states his hands twitching, almost grabbing the phone from where you had sat it on the hood of the car.

Snatching it from his grasp you pick it up and answer, “Hey Walton.” You shoo at Trevor who puts his hands up and walks away. The bastard still stayed within earshot.

“Hey,” He says your name into the phone, “I am so sorry. I forgot my phone. I know that is a poor excuse, but I couldn’t remember your number. Smartphones are making me dumb, I remember when I could remember any number. When I see you tonight I will give you my agent's number so you can get a hold of me.”

“It’s okay,” You say turning away to give yourself space from your nosey friend. Cheeks already flushed pink listening to him ramble on about taping his phone to his hand so it never went missing again.

“No, no it’s not okay. I just left you there, then you didn’t hear from me for almost three days. It’s the furthest thing from okay.” He sounds upset, his words muttering together as he tries to explain himself

A small laugh escapes you, “Walton. No. Stop. Listen. Listen to me for a second, you’ve been on a wild few days. We can talk more tomorrow.”

“No. No way. You listen. I am coming over to your place. I want to make it up to you,” He says and you can hear how earnest he is, you bite and worry at your lip.

“Walton my place. Is-” You want to yank at your hair but instead let your free handball up, “It’s just a shoe box. You don’t need to come over.” Your mind plays over his lavish space, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of downtown. The apartment you live in is just that, a shoe box, with leaking windows and a view of concrete walls and half-dead trees.

“This one of the few times I am not going to accept no from you.” He states firmly, his voice and tone changing ever so slightly. You feel your breath catch in your throat. The finality of the words makes your stomach do flips.

“Okay,” You say quietly, trying not to let on how much you liked to hear him take charge. “I should be home in twenty minutes.”

“I will be waiting.” He says in a hushed tone, his voice laced with promises that you were eager to see fulfilled.

Your face is blazing red as you turn back to Trevor. He turns his head, hands out in a question.

“Umm-” You try not to be excited but of course you are. “He’s going to meet me at my place. Says he wants to make it up to me.”

Trevor grins, “Oh the makeup sex is going to be amazing!”

You cover your face, and let out a small squeak, “Could you be any louder? Trevor.”

He covers his mouth, “Whoops?”

***

You drive home, faster than you should. But damn it all you were not going to keep him waiting. You also wanted to smack him upside the head, you had been a damn trainwreck. How had you been a trainwreck after two dates? Then again how were you also this excited? Your face still flustered, hearing him commanding you to come to him, that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The knowing that if you had pushed it he would have relented. Your stomach flips the same way it did when you first kissed him. You were head over heels, ass over tea kettle for this man. Finally, you turn down your street and you have to calm yourself when you see his vehicle parked a few cars down. Parking your own, you turn off the car and take several breaths before grabbing your stuff and getting out.

Walton is leaning against his car, and you hate how relaxed he always looks. He’s moving as soon as he sees you, and you're trying not to make this like some romance movie but you want to run towards him. You dump your stuff on the sidewalk and run to him. Fuck what anyone thinks right now. He comes at the same speed, two of you collide in arms and bodies. You wrap yourself around the stupid man, your stupid man. Holding him against you, you didn’t want to let him go. He held you just as close pressing your head against his chest.

“I hate you,” You mutter into his jacket, trying to feel his warmth but there are too many layers. Hands slipped under his clothes to touch his skin.

You can feel him grinning against your cheek, “Missed you too, sweetie.”

You pulled back and glared at him, “You forgot your phone?”

Walton bites his lip, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “I have it now?”

You groan and grab his jacket pulling him against you, “I still hate you.” You smile pressing a kiss against him. One of his hands finds your waist the other holding your face, you lean into it dragging his lip into your mouth.

“I think we should go in,” Walton mumbles leaning his forehead against yours, your heartbeat pounding against your ears.

“You want to come up?” You tease and he kisses you again.

“Oh I want to do a lot of things,” He nips at your lip before turning back to his vehicle. You walk back down the sidewalk grabbing your purse and jacket. Walton is standing at the walkway leading to your apartment, arm full of sunflowers and a bottle of wine in hand. You walk back towards him, and you can’t help the grin on your face.

“The flowers are beautiful,” You say and he hands them to you, taking your jacket and purse.

“Not as beautiful as you,” He says kissing your cheek, and there you are flushed and happy. It was so easy to fall back into it, to feel how much he wanted to be near you.

The two of you walk into the building, and you comment about there being no elevator. Walton doesn’t seem to mind, and you both walk up the three flights. His hand is placed on your lower back as you ascend.

“How was LA?” You ask, you didn’t want to talk about LA but maybe it be enough to distract from the fact your hallway smelled of old smoke and cat pee.

“It was warm and busy. I love talking about my work. But I also like to have time to myself.” He says as you come up to your door, his eyes always following yours.

“Yet hear you are with me.” You mumble trying not to let the doubt seep into your mind as you push the wooden door into your space.

Walton places your purse on the table, and wine on the counter. You dig out a glass jug to stick the flowers in fussying over them for a minute. You can feel him watching you, turning over your shoulder to see him leaning against your table. Fingers gripping the edges as his dark eyes follow your movements. You finish with the flowers placing them on the table beside him. He is still following you, he looks almost hungry. You stand in front of him, you want him out of that jacket. He pushes himself off the table and moves towards you, the man is all fluid grace and quickness. Hand grabbing at your hip while the other comes up to cup your face. Pulling you so you're flush against him, you feel the air leave out of your lungs. He tilts your head up to look at him.

“All I wanted to do was be -” He squeezed your hip, “right here.” He leans in and kisses you, “with you.”

You flush leaning back up to kiss him again. Part of you hates how easy it is, hates how much you’ve fallen for him. But it would be a cold day in hell before you stopped kissing him. The two of you stand there twisted around each other your lips pushing eagerly against each other. Tongues are tasting and feeling. You feel dizzy and lightheaded. The smell of vanilla and coffee makes you want to crawl under his skin. He breaks away kissing your forehead.

“Should I open the wine?” He asks, you don’t want wine you just want him.

“As much as I want wine,” You say quietly leaning against him lips trailing down his neck. You can feel him shiver as you whisper. “I’d much prefer to have you.”

You pull away and his eyes have darkened, that crooked grin on his face. His hand squeezes your hips, pressing you closer to him you can feel him through his clothes. Moving your fingers grab the zipper of his jacket pulling it down, and at the same time his fingers fumble at the hem of your shirt.

The jacket falls to the floor pretty soon after you shirt, he pulls back moving the flowers onto the counter. He turns back around and lifts you onto the table. Pulling his shirt off of him, you make grabby hands and he obliges. Your hands run over his warm body, tracing the lines of muscles of his back. He growls taking your face in his hands and kissing you so deep, his tongue diving in. The taste of smoke and coffee makes you shiver.

“I missed you,” He whispers, legs pushing yours apart. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You kiss along his jaw, “I wanted to slap you when I saw you.” The honest words sting as they come out, but they are there on the table now.

Walton leans back, eyes moving across your face, “I would have deserved it.” He raises his hand to brush back stray hair from your face. “This, I don’t want this to end.” His words are so gentle, yet the last thing you want is gentleness.

You bit your lip, regretting mentioning it. “I don’t want this to end either. I know -” You pause, “I know your life is complicated, busy, and demanding. But I want to try and make it work.”

He places a hand on either side of you, his hazel eyes looking into yours. “You want to call it what it is?”

You swallow but keep your eyes on him, a million thoughts running rampant through your head, “A relationship, dating?”

Walton breaks eye contact with you a chuckle escaping. He looks back a grin on his face, that stupid face that made your heart pound. “Yeah, a relationship. I know the kids nowadays," His dark eyes follow the way you lick your lips, "don’t like to put labels on things. But I am partial to the old-school ways.”

You grin back, “Well, I am pretty fond of your old-school ways.” You wrap your arms around his neck. FIngers ruffling at the hair on the back of his neck, you are trying your damnest to not just pull him into you.

“Oh really now, and here I was thinking you just wanted to look at me shirtless.”

You let your eyes rove over his body, making sure he was watching you, “If you never wear a shirt again it be okay with me.”

He leans in and pushes you down onto the table, the press of his body against yours making you shiver. He’s working your pants down and like hell are you going to be the only one pantsless this time. You get his belt off, but he’s lifting your hips and sliding yours down. He leans back undoing his buttons and slipping them off his narrow hips. His cock bouncing against his lower stomach. You wiggle yourself down to the edge of the table. Reaching to pull him towards you, he’s catching your lips with his. Breath comes out in short bursts as he slides into you.

You let out a low keen, biting at his lips as you wrap yourself around him. He slides all the way in still for a second, the stretch feels so good as if he was made to fit inside you. Pushing your hips up. “Please.” You whimper, his hands holding you against the table.

Walton didn’t need any more incentive, one arm wrapped around your back and another pressing your head into his. Hips pumping into you, slow steady rhythm, feeling him pull in and out. Dragging at your walls, you hold on moving with him. His teeth run along your neck and down your shoulder. His lips worked over the same marks he left before, worrying the skin back into that sore red color. Nails digging into his back as his hips start moving quicker. You whimper, the pace building heat, you move your hand between both of you to rub at your aching clit. You can feel yourself clamp down around him.

“Fuck,” He growls, moving his head down to suck the top of your breast.

You do it again, rubbing at the sensitive bud, making your inside clench and squeeze. “So close,” You whimper, the speed at which he is fucking you increasing the table underneath you squeaking as you hold onto him. Part of you wondering if the thing will break with the force. Heat builds and you’re so close, you whine and he lifts you slightly changing the angle.

“Oh fuck yes,” You cry out, the change stimulating you just right, you tilt your head back and he is on your throat. Tongue licking and teeth scratching moving right between your breast. He sucks and then bites right there. Your body convulsing as you come. He pulls out and you are trying to get him back in. But he holds you down his hand working at his swollen cock. You let out a moan as he spurts come onto your stomach, your name on his lips as he finishes, eyes rolling as he keeps going until it’s too much. The fucking hottest thing you’ve seen, watching him come unglued.

Eyes open he smirks at you before reaching for some paper towel. You wait until he’s turned around to dip your fingers into his cum and lick it off them. It’s salt and slightly sweet, overall not too bad.

“Jesus,” He groans nearly dropping the paper as he stumbles over to you. You grin and repeat it until it’s gone. Walton’s mouth was slightly open as he watched you clean yourself up.

“You are gonna kill me one day,” He chuckles, coming over to give you lazy kisses.

The next couple of hours are spent naked, kissing, touching, and finding any suitable flat surface to make you both cry out. Eventually ending up in your bed, it’s a small twin but with both of you wrapped around each other it doesn’t matter. The rain has started and you can hear it taping on the old windows.

*I can't believe we are nine chapters in *

Chapter ten

#walton goggins #fanfic #writing #writer #x reader #2nd person pov #walton goggins x you #walton goggins x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #makeup sex

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Twenty-One)

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previous: twenty

next: twenty-two

SUNDAY, APRIL 2ND

yourusername

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update: i love my psycho boyfriend edition! he’s psycho bc he grinned like a damn fool post getting ran over and shoved. your masochistic tendencies are showing, baby! (slides five and six for reference)

the ducks put up a mighty fight (get it?!), but lost it in the end 5-4. BUT trevy and jimmy have made it to the bally sports socal ducks opening! which is very exciting! i bounced up and down! AND Z IS AT SIX GAMES SINCE HIS LAST PENALTY!! THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME HE’S REACHED SIX!! HE HAS YET TO MAKE IT TO SEVEN ALL SEASON!!! PLACE YOUR BETS!!

while the ducks lost, i won with the shatty and jamie prank video! z called me right after it originally happened and his voice was still shaking. i laughed my ass off and he was NOT pleased in the slightest, so reliving it and actually getting to see him wet his pants was thrilling! thanks shatty!! i love you!!

i love you, always, z! (please commit hockey sins)

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trevorzegras not mentioned: y/n and jimmy frequently jump scare me and i am in the market for a new girlfriend and best friend (and roommates)

jamie.drysdale good thing we’re your parents

yourusername you are grounded young man!

trevorzegras I’M OLDER THAN BOTH OF YOU

user1 z will make it to seven i can feel it in my bones

_quinnhughes ma’am, what did we talk about?

yourusername @/jackhughes uh oh

jackhughes it wasn’t me

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes bs you two share one brain cell

yourusername idk what you’re talking about

trevorzegras do we need another intervention?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras sadly

jackhughes @/yourusername look what you did

yourusername @/jackhughes i sent screenshots to quinn to prove it was you

jackhughes @/yourusername I THOUGHT WE WERE SOULMATES, YOU TRAITOR!

user2 i think quinn just grounded y/n and jack?

yourusername just jack. i called princess treaty!

user3 z was so smiley this game aw

colecaufield YOU GOT THIS, Z!!!

trevorzegras thanks coley!!

yourusername knew i could count on you for positivity <3

shattydeuces i love you, too, future mrs. z! now what is this princess treaty?

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Have Her Cake and Eat It - Part 3

I've been trying to be two chapters ahead before posting any parts of this, but part 5 is going to be hella long (patrol scene), so I don't want to go another week without posting. Hopefully it helps me feel some momentum!

Summary: Kira struggles against the pressure of being a handler-in-training.

Word Count: 3,813

First | Last Part | Next Part (tbd)

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[Kira POV, Wayhaven Square Inn]

Though Kira used to pass the inn every day on her walk to school, Kira has never once actually stepped through the front door. She’s gone to the attached restaurant several times, it’s where she had dinner before prom and a few other special occasions. The inn itself was never of much interest though.

As she steps through the polished oak door, the woman behind the counter does a double take at the sight of her.

“My goodness, is that…Kira Kingston?” she asks, gasping with a hand on her chest. Her silvery hair is piled up on her head in a messy bun as she pretends to adjust her glasses. It takes Kira a moment, but the bright purple lipstick and orange cat brooch stuck through a crocheted vest jostles Kira’s memory.

“Hello, Mrs. Reed,” Kira says. Being so far out in the middle of nowhere, the innkeeper was very often one of the people fetching water glasses in the restaurant, no doubt out of lack of anything else to do. Kira has to wonder how many guests she actually sees in a year.

The older woman glances back at Nate and Mason, an intrigued eyebrow arching over sharp eyes.

“My, my,” she says. She smiles slyly. “Now, that’s not much like the Kira I remember, always chasing the pretty girls.”

“Wh—!” Kira sputters. Nate and Mason both laugh, the cretins, though at least Nate has the grace to be quiet about it. “Mrs. Reed, these are my colleagues. I’m here on business!”

“Business?” She blinks, then lets out a loud ah. “I suppose that makes sense, the Agency wanting rooms then. I should’ve known you would follow in your mother’s footsteps. I nearly mistook you for her when you first walked in. She’s aged terribly well, hasn’t she?”

“...I guess so,” Kira says, feeling too awkward to say much else. She manages to wrangle keys for the three of them, assuring Mrs. Reed that someone would come for the fourth later on. Mason is still chuckling to himself as she leads the way upstairs.

“Shut up,” Kira hisses. Mason smirks, hands in his pockets as he strolls along.

“You never mentioned being a skirt chaser, that’s all,” he says.

“I wasn’t,” Kira says. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “For god’s sake, I’ve only dated two people in my life, and I’ve been happily committed to one of them for years now!”

“Yeah, two,” Mason replies. He shudders. “Longer than I’d want.”

“You can barely commit to keeping your trousers buttoned,” Nate says.

“I aim to please,” Mason says with a low purr, falling back as Nate moves to pass him and walk beside Kira as they hit the first landing of the stairs.

“It seems like you know most of the people in town,” Nate says.

“Not as many as I used to,” Kira says. Wayhaven never seemed to change when she was a child, but suddenly she’s away for a few years and so much is different upon her return. Including the people. “I’m glad to see people I recognize though.”

“It’s quite sweet,” Nate says with a soft smile. “You said you know the detective, right? You two seemed familiar.”

“Not as familiar as Kira wishes,” Mason pipes in. Kira turns back to swat at him, but he leans back, anchoring himself with a hand on the railing, before she can make contact.

“She’s just an old friend,” Kira says, hands on her hips as she glares down at him. “And she’s our mission now, so don’t forget that.”

“I haven’t,” Mason says, a touch defensive. He bristles a little, but doesn’t argue further. Kira turns away, her braid slicing through the air and smacking him in the face. He growls, but the reminder of their mission has Kira irritated all over again.

“And what happened during the interview with Trevor Cunningham cannot happen again,” Kira says, her footsteps made heavier with her emotions. “You both made me look like a jackass! And yourselves worse than!”

“Yes, we did,” Nate agrees, shoulders drooped. “And we’re sorry about it. We’re just used to how things have been for so long. We should have known better.”

She groans. Thinking about how infuriated Barbie was about it makes her want to find a nice rock to crawl under. At the same time, maybe part of being a handler is anticipating issues like this and heading them off before they happen. The team always seems to work just a bit better when Rebecca is around, after all.

“Just…do better,” Kira pleads.

“Is it really that big of a deal? We’re just doing our job. That leggy detective should be able to cope with that,” Mason says. He shuts up when Nate and Kira both glare at him.

It’s weird, going from being part of the team to being sort-of-kind-of in charge of the team. Technically Adam is still in charge, with Rebecca being just above him, but everyone’s going to be looking to Kira for direction eventually. She’s not sure how to navigate the shifting dynamics. Maybe this is why Adam always seems more distant than the others, despite how he cares just as much as any of them.

Nate heaves a deep sigh as they reach the top of the stairs. The hallway splits off in either direction, empty and silent. For a moment they linger, eyes on Nate as he mulls over what he wants to say.

“It’s a shame we can’t tell her what kind of danger she’s in,” he says eventually. Mason huffs.

“It’ll be more trouble than it’s worth if she knows,” Mason says. Kira nods, though she doesn’t know if she agrees or disagrees. Nate frowns, a line forming between his eyebrows. An argument starts to form around his mouth.

“You know the Agency’s rules,” Kira says before he can get started, putting a soothing hand on her friend’s arm. “It really sucks, but the rules are what they are for a reason. Besides, Unit Bravo is a crack team. We’ll do such a good job she’ll never even need to know a thing, and she can just continue living her normal life without disruption.”

Though his shoulders loosen for a moment, there’s still a trace of worry around Nate’s eyes. He’s always had a soft spot for humans as long as Kira’s known him, but this is more than she’s used to.

“I suppose,” Nate mutters.

“You could always do a quick patrol to keep an eye on her,” Kira suggests. She checks her watch; Barbie had mentioned wanting to write up that report, so she’ll likely be around the police station for a while. Having an extra pair of eyes on her definitely wouldn’t hurt.

Nate brightens. “Yes, that sounds like a great idea.”

“I’ll go too,” Mason says. He grimaces as they both look at him in disbelief. Rarely does Mason volunteer to do work. Nate recovers first with a smile.

“I’d love the company,” he says, a hand flexing at his side. Mason gives a sharp nod, falling in at his side. The two of them head right back down the stairs and out the front door, their movements so fluid and in sync that Kira can’t help watching them leave.

Truth be told, Kira wishes she was with them. Learning that Barbie is to be the next victim has put her ill at ease, especially knowing that Barbie is, alarmingly, Wayhaven’s detective. She would have never guessed that Barbie would take a job putting herself in danger. Then again, what she truly knows of Barbie is wrapped up in the fact that she was just a kid when they spent the bulk of their time together, not a peer. Biting her lip, she hopes that Barbie can see her as more than that now. Though after the dressing down Barbie gave her and the vampires after the interview, she’s never felt more like a child playing dress up in her mom’s clothes.

This is the thought that drives her to find her room and shed her suit as quickly as possible. It’s been a long day, especially considering she didn’t sleep a wink last night. They’d been so close to catching Murphy at the Farris Warehouse before running into Barbie. Then Rebecca tells them Barbie is, in fact, one of the people with the special blood mutation, and the team will be staying put to keep her from being murdered like all the others. It had given Kira so much to think about that she couldn’t settle in at all.

Kira finds her room and shoulders through the door once it’s unlocked, kicking it shut and tossing all her clothes off before stomping into the ensuite bathroom. The cold tiles make her jump a little as she aims for the shower. Maybe she should’ve turned the water on so it could heat up before taking all her clothes off.

The old shower rattles and gurgles, spitting out an icy spray that has Kira squeaking as she jumps back. She retreats into the bedroom to grab her shower cap, shoving her mid-back length braid into it. Thankfully, steam starts to rise within moments, and she’s able to step into the shower. The moment the water hits her chilled skin, Kira shivers and relaxes into it. This is way better than the accommodations in Alaska.

Kira smiles to herself a little, thinking about Mason. He could barely get his complaints out with how hard his teeth were chattering. Despite not being nearly as cold here in Wayhaven, she expects he’ll still find plenty to say about the chill wind that comes in off the Atlantic.

Being back in Wayhaven is a mixed bag. Kira loves being home so much, even if she wishes it were under better circumstances. It also has her on edge. Wayhaven is such a small town that she knows the one person she’s most dreading seeing again is sure to find her eventually. There’s just no way to avoid it, even if she’s determined to put it off as long as possible.

From outside the shower there’s a soft shifting. Kira cracks an eye open and peers through the frosted glass wall of the shower. There’s a silhouette of a familiar figure just outside, tugging clothes off in an urgent manner. Kira hides a giggle behind her hand as the figure starts hopping around on one foot, trying to extract a very tight pair of skinny jeans.

“I hear that!” Farah complains once she’s free. The shower door slides open to reveal her cute, pouty face. Kira reaches up and pushes the shower head aside so it won’t splash her as Farah starts carefully pulling a shower cap over her curls. Pink with silver stars, to match Kira’s green with gold hearts.

Once that’s taken care of, Farah steps in and reaches up to bring the spray of water back over them both before Kira can stop her.

“Ow!” Farah yelps, jumping back. Kira’s already reaching to twist the shower knob to a cooler setting.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Kira says with a chuckle. Farah puts a hand under the water tentatively, only stepping back under once it’s just a few steps past tepid. Once it’s comfortable enough, she steps under and pulls Kira against her. Kira leans into Farah, tucking her head against Farah’s neck, inhaling her sweet scent and nuzzling against the softness of her skin.

Though they’ve only been apart a few hours, Kira still finds herself relieved to have Farah close again. She wraps her arms around Farah’s waist, sliding her hands up and down her back. As familiar as Farah’s body is to her by this point, she still finds herself trying to memorize every inch of her by touch.

“Missed me?” Farah murmurs, a smile in her voice. Kira hums and nods, pressing a kiss to Farah’s neck. It makes Farah shudder, and Kira only just resists the urge to give her a little love bite.

“You don’t even know how much,” Kira says, pulling back. Farah smiles brightly, her amber eyes sparkling like gemstones.

“Aw, I missed you too, Kiki,” Farah says. She cups Kira’s face and leans in for a quick kiss. Kira could do with a lot more of that, but she doesn’t want to turn pruny in the meantime, so she reaches back for her washcloth and soap to move things along. Farah does the same, lathering up her washcloth as she gives Kira a once over. “You look tired.”

“Very flattering,” Kira teases her. Farah laughs.

“Everything go alright?” she asks, still smiling, but with a trace of concern. Kira sighs and gives her head a shake.

“It was fine, but not great.” Kira scrubs at her arm until the skin turns pink. “We managed to piss Barbie off, barely got anything out of the witness, and I’m starting to think I should just quit and open up that boutique after all.”

“Woah, babe,” Farah says, holding her hands up soothingly. “Come on now, that’s not like you.”

“What if my mom is wrong about me being able to take over as handler?” Kira bursts. She wants to tug at her braid, but it’s still tucked into her shower cap, so she twists the washcloth between her hands instead. “She’s basically the best the Agency has ever had. I can’t even manage to handle an interaction in my own hometown with someone I grew up with!”

“Babe, babe! Easy now.” Farah lays her palms against Kira’s shoulders and squeezes. “You’re bonkers good at your job, but it takes time, right?”

“Right…” Kira says, but it feels like she should already know how to do this. She’s watched her mother do it for long enough.

“Plus, I’m sure you’re all twisted up and stressed because the girl you’ve been crushing on since you were a little kid is involved,” Farah says, not nearly as innocently as she’d like Kira to believe. Kira squawks and swats at her, making Farah cackle.

“I don’t need this from you too!” Kira whines. Farah just grins and scoots Kira out of the way so she can rinse off.

The conversation hits a lull, Kira mesmerized for a few moments by the lines drawn down Farah’s body by the water. Farah meets her eye, smirking, the attention more than welcome.

They both finish washing up, though there might be a little soapy groping in there before they rinse themselves and get out of the shower to dry off. Kira pulls on some pajamas and tosses herself onto the bed with her brush and gets started on the task of brushing out all of her hair. It’s well past her butt at this point, and though it can be a real pain to take care of, she makes sure to brush it out every single night. Farah ties her hair up into a pink silk scarf once she’s dressed, then joins Kira, using a second brush to help her out.

Kira sighs, heart fluttering. “I got so lucky with you.”

“Almost as lucky as me!” Farah exclaims, looking very smug as she gently tugs the brush through Kira’s hair. “So…About this Barbie girl.”

“I really shouldn’t have told you I used to have a crush on her,” Kira says with a sigh. The mattress creaks as Farah scoots closer.

“Aw, I’m not jealous if that’s what you think,” Farah says with a laugh. “Come on, you’ve got me.”

“Exactly. And I have eyes for no one else,” Kira assures her. She leans over and Farah meets her for another kiss, her mouth warm and soft.

“I’m mostly just asking because I know it can be…tough,” Farah says haltingly. Kira pauses brushing to look at her. Farah’s hands have paused too as she thinks. “Liking someone you know won’t reciprocate is a weird thing to deal with.”

Kira’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline. “Speaking from experience, my dove?”

For once, Farah struggles to find words. She ends up forcing a smile and says, “Maybe we can talk about it some other time?”

Concern floods Kira immediately, but a quick once over tells her that Farah isn’t in distress at least. She nods, squeezing Farah’s knee.

“I’m always happy to listen,” Kira assures her. Farah smiles so hard her cheeks round out and squish the corners of her eyes. Her heart flutters, and if she were standing, her knees wouldn’t hold her up.

A question still lingers in her mind, so she pushes back her infatuation, trying to get back to business.

“How did your hunt go with Adam?” Kira asks. Immediately Farah groans and blows a raspberry.

“It sucked,” she says, rolling her eyes. “We didn’t find anything.”

“No evidence of our killer?” Kira asks. Farah shakes her head.

“Nada. Squat. Literally nothing. He’s as good as ever at covering his own tracks.” Farah scratches at her cheek idly. “I guess it’s kind of lucky your detective is one of those weird blood mutation people, since that means he’ll probably stick around in one place longer.”

“Yay us,” Kira says, a sudden bout of nausea hitting her. Farah gives a sheepish smile and shrugs. She doesn’t really want to linger on the thought of her hometown or her old friend being in so much danger, but it is, unfortunately, her job now. “Do you think he might have had thralls dump the body?”

“That’s what Adam said he thinks, though we can’t be sure. There was so much garbage in the dumpsters we couldn’t get a good whiff of anything under it.” Farah wrinkles her nose. “Not that it would matter much if we could. Thralls only smell like thralls when they’re thralls. Once they’re human again they just smell like human.”

“Well, the witness we spoke to did mention chanting, so we can be reasonably assured he’s still making and using thralls,” Kira says, though as Farah said, it’s not like knowing that makes much of a difference. It’s hard to track thralls down when they’re not active.

“Don’t worry, babe, we’ll get it figured out,” Farah says, running the brush through Kira’s hair one last time before tossing it on the bedside table. She flops back against the pillow. “May as well take it easy for tonight.”

“I feel like I take it easy every night compared to you and the others,” Kira grumbles. She rubs her temples to try and keep the stress headache that’s snapping at her heels away.

“Do you wish your mom was here?” Farah asks. Kira considers that question before answering; Farah has always found the tension present between Kira and Rebecca stressful.

“Not really,” she says, choosing her words carefully. “It’s a lot to handle, but I’m glad she trusts me enough to give me a little space to learn being a handler. A leader.”

“It’s a dead sexy look on you,” Farah says with an appreciative purr, wiggling her hips at Kira. She laughs and rubs a hand over Farah’s leg, the dark hair there rasping against her palm.

“Thanks,” Kira says. She walks two fingers up Farah’s stomach, to her chest, and then up to her chin before leaning over to kiss her. Farah hums happily, leaning up into it.

There’s a lot about this mission that’s weird and different and kind of scary. They’re in Wayhaven, her friend is involved, and it’s a protection mission now. They’ve never known ahead of time who Murphy was targeting, so they’ve just been following the trail of bodies up until this point. Kira still isn’t sure how Rebecca knows Barbie is next on the list, but she does trust that her mom’s word is good. Guarding an asset is way different from tracking one down though. That’s not Unit Bravo’s speciality in the least. It’ll take some getting used to for everyone.

When she pulls back, Farah presses her thumb to the spot between Kira’s eyebrows and says, “Stress monster.”

“Get used to it,” Kira says, grabbing her wrist and bringing it down to kiss Farah’s pulsepoint.

“Do you want me to go run around her apartment or something, to make sure nothing’s snooping around?” Farah asks. Kira shakes her head.

“Nate and Mason are already doing that.” She checks the time on the clock on the nightstand. “Though maybe I should go talk to Adam about creating an official patrol rota.”

Groaning, Farah snags Kira around the waist and drags her down beside her on the bed. A huff escapes Kira as she’s aggressively snuggled.

“Or,” Farah says, batting some of Kira’s hair out of her face. “You could just stay here. With me. You know, your beautiful, sexy girlfriend?”

“We’re on a job!”

“That doesn’t make me any less beautiful or sexy,” Farah argues.

“No, but it does mean I need to make sure everything is taken care of before I settle in for the night,” Kira says. Farah rummages a hand around the bed and extracts her cell phone.

“Just text him,” Farah says, practically shoving the phone at Kira’s face. “Plus, it’s not as if he hasn’t already probably made one, right?”

That’s a good point, actually. Kira concedes, taking the phone and texts Adam asking if he needs help creating a schedule. His response is to send a photo of a handwritten schedule, done in perfect handwriting on some grid paper.

“Alright, we’re good for the night,” Kira admits. It still feels like cheating. She can’t shake the feeling of needing to get up and get back to work. Working with vampires makes her feel like a slacker for sleeping away a third of her life.

Farah takes the phone from Kira’s hands and puts it aside before looping an arm around her waist and tugging her down close. Kira lets out a breath as she is swiftly pushed on her side and spooned.

“You smell so soapy,” Farah says. Kira laughs.

“We just showered, you probably smell the same,” Kira says. Farah blows a raspberry against her neck until Kira shrieks, wiggling against Farah’s grasp until she relents. Kira giggles and wipes away the spit left behind. “It’s not like you’d rather I smell sweaty.”

“Says who?” Farah teases, jutting her hips up against Kira’s ass. Heat prickles up Kira’s spine and spreads out in a fine mist over her skin. Farah purrs, nuzzling against Kira’s shoulder while her fingertips run in slow circles over Kira’s lower belly.

“This isn’t very restful,” Kira jokes, arching her back.

“I can wear you out, baby,” Farah purrs. That sounds like the best idea Kira’s heard all day. She slides her palm down Farah’s forearm, wraps her fingers around Farah’s wrist, and slides it down the front of her shorts.

If she’s going to slack off, she could certainly be doing worse.

#darling writing #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven #twc mason #twc nate #twc farah #nate sewell #specialist agent mason #farah hauville #Kira Kingston #Barbara Robertson #Kira/Farah #Mason/Nate/Barbie #(Again eventually)

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canidkid · 1 year

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Castlevania Main Three

Agere headcanons :]

(because I am not normal abt these characters and I NEVER WILL BE RAAHHHH!!!!!)

Minor spoilers ahead for all seasons!!

Alucard

Look me in the eye right now and tell me he wouldn't regress. That's right, you can't!!!

After,, well just everything. He'd struggle to find the mental space to feel safe again. With himself, with his companions. Childhood is as good a bet as any.

Quiet kid, prefers to keep to himself or whoever is directly taking care of him. It isn't that he can't or won't talk, he just doesn't see much of a point in it. It also depends on his age in headspace at the given time. He can honestly get pretty chatty if you find some common ground with the older kid!!

It's subtle, but it's there. Someone who doesn't know the guy really wouldn't realize when they've stopped interacting with a grown adult. He'll trip over words or be slower to respond, but if he's forced to pretend to be an adult..he's got people fooled pretty well most of the time.

Sleepy little guy, very cozy! Likes to curl up in front of the fireplace and just lay there listening to it crackle and burn. Especially if there's a soft carpet...

Still keeps & sleeps with one of his childhood stuffed animals. A wolf named Luna.

Not huge on physical contact. Sometimes he'll subject himself to hugs and cuddles if he's getting story time out of it though >:]]

Trevor

I'm actually torn here! He's either a flip or just fully a regressor.

Rowdy. Someone wrap him in wool. Loves loves to play outside and just absolutely decimate anything he's wearing. Nice new pants? Not for long!!

Banned from anything that could be used as a weapon. Wooden swords, ropes, sharp things..none for Trevor! Because he can and will actually weaponize them. Sometimes forgets his own strength..learned the hard way...

Can't read. This one's actually canon! BUT!! This does not stop him from absolutely loving being read to. He's partially memorized some of his favorite books so he can pretend to read along with his CG, or "read" by himself.

Same with writing. He's learning though!!

Prefers things like wooden figurines or games over soft toys and blankets! Though, he does love a nice fur throw! He's still hesitant to really let himself buy into the softness and vulnerability. God knows he needs it, but we also know how stubborn he is.

His regression isn't as emotionally turbulent as Alucard's. They both use it to return to a time in their lives when things were alright. Though, Trevor is more likely to go out of his way and actually play / take time to be small. Rather than feeling so overwhelmed with big feelings™ that he can't do much else than process. Which is often the case for Alucard.

Sypha

Caregiver through & through! Sypha's that well adjusted friend you thought couldn't actually exist irl.

A lot of her fulfillment actually comes from taking care of her boys! She's always been good with kids, speakers being incredibly communally focused. There's not much that can't be learned about child rearing..

Quite lenient. They're content to let the kids figure things out for themselves. Very very much a gentle parent. Anything can be a teaching moment, nothing requires harsh punishment.

Most often found shadowed by their boys! They'd be hitting the books or brushing up on their magic skills, all the while being watched by two very curious little tykes.

PET NAME MASTER!! She absolutely refuses to call her kiddos by their actual names. I mean, of course she does sometimes, but why would you? Darling, sweetness, sweetpea, honeybee...the list goes on! Alucard has even taken a shine to being called pup! Trevor prefers bug!

Bed time stories galore!!! Between their extensive comprehension of spoken and written language - and the mental stores of the speaker community...the material is near endless! "Just one more story?" Has turned into a multiple person sleep pile many a time.

Excellent at coming up with games and activities. Nobody's bored with Sypha! Let's make jam, let's paint, dye some clothing, forage for food...

And I need to cut myself short here before I stay up past my bed time writing this post!!! Aaaa!!!

Anyway anyway my ask box is open so of anybody would like separate character posts, ficlets, dabbles!!!! Fill up the inbox?! >:]]

#sfw agere #agedre #agere #safe agere #age regression #fandom agere #agere headcanons #agere castlevania #castlevania agere #Agere fandom

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zip-toonz · 1 year

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if u have ANYTHING to say abt trevor (either your interpretation, anyone else's, or just plain old canon trevs) id LOVE to hear abt it...i care abt him soooo much trevor fans make some noise ‼️

I HAVE MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT TREVOR WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN!! First and Foremost I have to say I love your interpretations of the characters! I love reading your head canons and Ideas and I'm honored my stuff inspired you like your work inspires me! (Obsessed with Schrödinger's Trevor). I should draw our Trevors hanging out sometime I think that would be a fun art piece! Also the fanart you made for the PLA au still makes me go crazy /pos

ALRIGHT *cracks my knuckles so hard my bones turn to dust* Trevor time! Read more cause I never shut up about Trevor

Trevor is by far my favorite Pokémon character of all time. I use to spend hours scrounging up any fanart I could find back in like 2013-15. I'm pretty sure he did things to my gender identity. Trevor of Trans your Gender.

He reminds me a lot of one of my other big time blorbos Mary Ann

Something about kids with this hairstyle I guess haha. I think they'd get along though they have similar personalities.

My Interpretation of Trevor!!

My interpretation of Trevor is a weird amalgamation of the game, manga, and anime. And sometimes I have multiple interpretations of him depending. But the one that I have a design for is a solid mix of all. He likes photography and wants to complete the pokedex. Gets really excited seeing Pokémon even if its a Pokémon he's already seen before and yet is very shy when meeting new people. He's only really comfortable with his friends, his sister, and Sycamore (who is effectively his father figure). Very smart but kind of clumsy, he tends to get a little beat up because he focuses in on things and forgets his surroundings. He's not big on battling but he loves studying Pokémon and want's to be a professor when he's older just like Sycamore. He takes photos of pokemon and keeps them in a little scrapbook with help from Shauna. Also he thrifts all his clothes and can never find anything that fits him just right.

Canon Trevor HCs

I tend to have sadder head canons for him due to the lack of parents. I don't think he likes Celebrating his birthday because his parents are never there to celebrate it with him. He has a hard time making friends and is always silently worried his friends will leave him one day. He's scared of getting hurt and so he tends to shut himself off from others involuntarily because he's scared of being abandoned again, and most of the time he only meets new people through the others in his friend group. Sycamore is one of the few adults he trusts.

Because of the manga I like to think he has this sixth sense of snuffing out harmful or dangerous people based on their aura. Lysander makes this kid faint his vibes are so bad. But that's really just for fun rather than anything serious or concrete.

I think he's got a wet paper bag for a stomach and gets queasy very easily. Its possible his anxiety has something to contribute to his health. and he should probably be on some kind of medication to manage it.

I love love love how hes handled in the manga. He's not the coward he thinks he is. He's scared but he's willing to fight for what he believes in. He's willing to stand up for his friends even when he struggles to stand up for himself and its so nice watching him grow.

AUS!!

I have a few aus major with Trevor PLA and REVIVAL are my two major ones but there's also Paldea (a spin off following PLA) and Wondar (My fan region that features him minorly)

Despite both major ones having godly deer screwing him over in one way or another I characterized him differently

In PLA is emotionally dead. He's got no fucks left to give and handles Pokémon with his bare hands. He's exhausted and numb. I don't think I've talk a lot about him and his relationships in PLA but he practically adopted by Laventon, and ends up making good friends with Akari and Rei. When he does return home he finds himself missing them a lot. Also he never wants to see another shinx in his life hes got scars for days from shinx alone. Also theres a Yanmask with a mask of him implying he died before returning home. (Paradoxical nonsense but its meant to represent the part of him that lived in paldea and not the part of him that died if that makes any sense? its like the physical manifestation of the impact he had on the past).

In the Revival au (sometimes lovingly called Revival Rival cause its fun to say) he's physically dead. He's practically a walking corpse with a conscious. His heart barely beats, his skin is cold. A medical anomaly. Xerneas splinters a piece of its power off (so to speak) to bring him back because humans are far more complicated than foliage. Because of this he can understand Pokémon, Flowers grow in his wake, and can revive fainted Pokémon. It seems neat but to him it just further alienates him from his peers and is a responsibility he doesn't want to have to handle. Its overwhelming. He can't stray too far from Xerneas who's is practically his life support. I've jokingly compared it to a soul gem from Madoka where if he strays to far he slows down and then eventually loses consciousness/dies again. Theres a grace radius but he can't really explore places like Lumiose anymore because Xerneas can't/won't follow. Meaning he can't go home. He lingers around smaller towns and forest. When emotinally distressed he loses his ability to control these new powers.

anyway!! enough of me rambling!! if you wanna talk about him more or have follow up questions just ask!! My dms are also open!! I can keep talking about this silly lil guy for ever!

#toonie talks #toonie babbles #trevor #read more #long post #trainer trevor #excuse typos n stuff im going feral #neela opens toonies pandora's box of trevor rambling #theres no survivors #revival au #pla au

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lepoppeta · 10 months

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I’d love to see how your list compares to mine! What is your ranking from worst to best rivals through the series?

NOTE - I am using the official rivals listing on Bulbapedia as of August 2023, before the Scarlet/Violet DLC is released.

24. MAY - I don’t remember much about her dialogue. She’s a less memorable Serena for me, since you’re never directly competing with May during the League Challenge and any personality she happens to have doesn’t stand out in my memory as much as Brendan’s does.

23. SERENA - Probably the most generic of all of the battle-rivals. Her responses are more human than Calem’s, but this results in her being less interesting.

22. BRENDAN - Vaguely interesting in the context of him being a bit of a soft boy compared to May (who, if I recall correctly, is a bit more of a go-getter), but there’s still very little to him. My clearest memory of him being interesting is in Emerald when Scott comments on the fact that Brendan looks very upset after you fight and defeat him (I think this is after the Weather Institute side quest, but I can’t be sure).

21. CALEM - Slightly more interesting than Serena due to his dialogue always coming off as vaguely unsettling to me. A small part of me wonders if he’s an android because of how monotonous he sounds; I entertain the idea that he’s a bit of a stone cold bitch and has a hard time emoting, even around friends.

20. MARNIE - I find Marnie in execution to be incredibly dull and grating. She’s edgy but doesn’t go as comically overboard with it as Gladion does; she’s soft-spoken and confident but doesn’t have the same casual ruthlessness as someone like Penny (who isn’t even an official rival). As an objective concept, though, she’s an interesting narrative foil for Hop. Marie also has an older brother who’s a member of the League, but where Hop hangs his entire worth on being just like Leon, Marnie respects Piers as an individual with his own style and she wants to surpass him on her own terms.

19. BARRY - I find him pretty annoying in general. He has one shining moment though, when Jupiter defeats him at Lake Acuity and he resolves to be more mature and honourable. He’s slightly more difficult to fight in Platinum, especially if he has a Torterra, but he’s nothing outstanding.

18. TRACE - Trace is very cute and friendly, but ultimately unmemorable. I enjoy him in a very surface-level way; the Let’s Go games are definitely “baby’s first Pokemon game”, but I enjoy coming back to them every once in a while.

17. TREVOR - I appreciate that XY re-touched on the idea that rivals didn’t have to want the same things as you do, and could still be rivals without taking on the League, but we don’t see Trevor enough for it to be effective. Trevor is also the biggest indicator that XY, or any Pokemon game outside of the original BW, was deathly afraid of making the player be anything less than perfect. Trevor challenges the player to Pokedex comparisons and he always loses, no matter how few monsters you’ve seen or caught. I wish there was a threshold you had to pass in order to beat him; he deserves to be a winner too!

16. WALLY - Objectively he’s pretty neat and unique, but in reality I forget that he exists like, all of the time. Sorry, buddy!

15. GLADION - I like Gladion in a humorous, meta kind of way. He’s so out of place in the tropical environment of Alola, and I love how Hau is undeterred by his edgelord bullshit. Outside of that, I don’t think about him too much.

14. N - N is curious because he’s pretty specific to his context, which is very unique amongst a sea of generic battle protagonists. He’s an uber-special Magical Boy with the ability to talk to Pokemon, which Ghetsis took advantage of. In my opinion, N is only as effective as a rival as Ghetsis is as a villain; they’re so dependent on each other for their narrative success that I really feel like they both fall apart in B2W2.

13. SILVER - It’s both interesting and annoying to watch Silver use the player as a scapegoat for dealing with his own personal problems. I’m not very familiar with any of the Johto games, so Silver unfortunately loses out on ranking any higher just because I don’t have a lot of experience with him.

12. SHAUNA - There are a few throwaway lines of dialogue that Shauna has that hint at her potential to be interesting: if you play as a boy, she confesses to maybe having a crush on the player (you could also view the scene with the female character through the same lens, but it’s less obvious); shauna makes a comment that pertains to a sense of insecurity compared to her friend group. Neither of these instances are brought up for the rest of the game.

11. HUGH - To be honest, I find Hugh to be pretty forgettable. I like how he has a strong goal outside of being your rival, but his aggressive personality wore a bit thin after a while. I do appreciate that he’s never mean to the player, no matter how he treats other people, and he always counts on your support in full.

10. TIERNO - I really like Tierno’s confidence in his goal and the fact that it’s got nothing to do with collecting badges or becoming Champion. He’s a pretty one-note character, but the note is done relatively well.

9. CHEREN - This is the first time GameFreak approached the idea of a rival really getting frustrated by their losses against the player (Blue might have fiddled with the concept, but I’m not totally sure). Unfortunately, right when his arc starts getting interesting in BW, it feels like the story gets dropped in favour of the Team Plasma nonsense. I do like how Cheren is treated in B2W2 - becoming a League member and being the first Gym Leader you fight. He has to be the sendoff for new trainers rather than a later challenge that can eviscerate you if you aren’t prepared; I think he even brings this up with Prof. Juniper during an X-transceiver call. Granted, he’s not pushover even as the first gym leader, but still.

8. BLUE - The original rival, and he’s a good one too! I appreciate how you can view his jerk-y behaviour as either a signal that he considers the player a good friend and feels comfortable enough to neg them without consequence, or that he’s jealous of Prof. Oak’s interest in the player and antagonises you as a result. I also enjoy watching his following character arc, from GSC/HGSS where he achieves a position of authority, to SM/USUM where he fully mellows out into adulthood.

7. KLARA - I’m not too familiar with Klara since I played Shield instead of Sword, but I like how she’s not a carbon copy of Avery and instead has her own unique backstory and motivation. I prefer her overall design, but I think Avery’s backstory is more compelling.

6. AVERY - One one hand, he’s super cringe and poorly dressed. On the other hand, I love his motivation and the fact that he’s treating you, effectively a little nobody, with such visceral disdain. I love how he’s dying to prove himself worthy to his family name, but he’s put himself into a situation where he doesn’t have to try hard in order to surpass his peers, thus he never improves. When the player walks in and swiftly kicks his ass, he’s completely floored, and responds with a mixture of honest effort and mischievous shenanigans.

5. HAU - A certified good boy! I enjoy Hau a lot - I like his optimism and his mischievous streak. I personally think USUM ruined him a little bit by making him your final League fight instead of Kukui and by having him be bummed when he loses; it takes away some of his charm.

4. BEDE - Bede is such a punchable little snot and I love him. He fulfils his purpose as a rival perfectly; it’s so satisfying to absolutely demolish this frou-frou little jerkwad. I love how he’s still a dick even after his disqualification. My one qualm with how he was handled is that his Pokeball throw animation is changed to something more generic after he become a Gym Leader-in-training, and it sucks because his first one was so much more unique.

3. HOP - I used to really dislike Hop, and I will fully admit that my reasons for liking him boil down to headcanons and heavy personal interpretation, but my opinion of him has definitely improved. He’s like an odd medium between Barry and Cheren - he’s annoying and overconfident in the beginning, but it’s heartbreaking to watch his dreams being crushed in real time and have it basically be all your fault. I initially really wished he would have gotten angry and let loose, but now I understand that that would have been breaking an integral part of his character, which is his kindness.

2. BIANCA - I really love Bianca’s arc, from the fight with her dad in Nimbasa City to her apprenticeship under Prof. Juniper. While May and Brendan might have been GameFreak’s first foray into non-traditional rivals, Bianca is the first character who really nailed the concept. She’s no pushover as a trainer, either!

1. NEMONA - The bestest girl in the whole world; an absolute fucking sweetheart; I would commit crimes for her. I love how supportive she is over the player while also desperately trying to reign in her own obsessive personality (to mixed success). I was always compelled to pick the dialogue options that would make her the happiest. I wish her final team was a bit more challenging, or had more of a theme to it, but that’s my only gripe with her. She’s so endearing and relatable.

#answered ask #pokemon

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owen's family/siblings hcs

a couple of hcs about owen's family bc im sick and need to write these down before the delirium fades and i completely forget all of this.

PRE-POSTING EDIT: i'm better now. i did, in fact, forget all of this and am piecing it back together. this isn't fully sick me's vision, but it is what i think.

PRE-POSTING EDIT EDIT: wow this is so fucking long why am i incapable of being normal about this. btw just realised that these r ocs. im making ocs. i didn't think of them as ocs up until now, just as literally what his family's like the same way canon is what his adult life's like, but i made spies are forever ocs and you will hear about them. this message brought to you by me a week after i started making this post.

this is the springboard for all my stuff about owen's family. in this post i'm only focussing on childhood except where i think i might forget. my barb-owen lavender marriage au is based on inheritance fraud regarding these specific people. i might contradict myself later, but probably not.

trigger warnings: emotionally abusive family, ableism, parent death, traumatic/accidental death, trauma and its aftermath, child labour exploitation i think?, war undertones, abusive school experiences, one mention of anti-welsh sentiment, implied antisemitism. if you want to skip the worst of the death bit, skip the 3rd point under C.

very long also putting in bigger tags so don't want to force people to see triggering stuff, so it's under a read more.

parents

father's (b. 1895) side of the family is old money. very proudly welsh in the way of language and history, but they're politically aligned with the crown. all tories, except for a cousin that started voting plaid cymru in 1927 and was disowned. father has a strong desire for a well-rounded, educated, "manly gentleman" for a son, the same as what his father wanted. lineage is everything for the carvours. that's how it's always been.

mother (1904-1942) was jewish. her family immigrated to swansea when her parents were both children ('they met on the boat over, and it was love at first sight', mother would tell them). they integrated and became comfortably wealthy, though by what means mother never told. when she told her parents she wanted to marry a goy who wouldn't consider conversion, they fought, and even though they made up, the relationship stayed stunted.

sibling intro

owen had 3 siblings growing up: an older brother (by 6 years, A), a younger sister (by 4 years, B), and a younger brother (by 10 years, C).

someone help me with their names i'm tired. some ideas i have: - A (edit: alan reese carvour) i want to be a name that i would associate with an older guy, with fewer spelling-related ties to welsh than his younger siblings. alan, reese, trevor/trev, gavin, brian, edwin/ed - B (edit: catrin avalon carvour) i want to be similar to the name owen, one that's clearly welsh/a welsh variant if you think about it but enough of a common name that it's not super obvious to foreigners. gwen, catrin/cadi, megan, nia, enid, avalon/ava, rhiannon (cant use gwen unless owen's trans and he chose a name similar to his sister's on purpose) - C (edit: dafydd arthur carvour) i want to have a welsh spelling of a name that could be anglicised easily, should he wish. dafydd/dai, gwilym, arthur, daryn, harri

A was born in the may of 1924 while the carvours were still living in london. mother and father had recently married, and mother was young and didn't have very much support outside of her in-laws, who resented her for reasons A will never understand.

he'd always been kind of a troublemaker, throwing things and screaming and colouring all over the nursery wall, but his father didn't bother trying to fix any of it because 'boys will be boys', and his mother used to try but gave up easily when he preferred his father to her because 'forcing someone to like you better never works'.

due to this, he never really learned how to cope with emotions in a healthy way and often "embarrassed" his parents with his public emotional outbursts. only then did his father care how he acted, but the sudden rule change didn't make sense. he picked up on that shame and internalised it deeply, becoming defensive whenever someone suggested another idea to him.

probably has some kind of undiagnosed thing, but nobody ever took him to be tested when he was young, by the time he was old enough to communicate that it was a problem he didn't like either, everyone had already written him off as manipulative and beyond saving.

so he stopped caring. if he did something wrong, he was a horrible little brat. if he tried to do what people asked, they said he was trying to get something out of them.

eventually, his parents (or at least his mother) improved somewhat, but at that point he wanted nothing to do with them and was grateful that he only had to see them on school holidays. their attempts were too little, too late.

resents owen for being the 'better son', but very protective of his other siblings.

found a healthy coping mechanism in lifting heavy things when he was tasked with digging anderson shelters for everyone and felt the weight of his frustration being thrown away behind him with the soil.

this became his go-to calming method, even if it meant father screamed at him.

after 1942, he didn't dig any more holes. it was too much to bear.

so he turned his escapism into perfectionism and channelled his athleticism into boxing. he dropped out of college, got a promoter, and spent every waking moment counting out money, considering the odds of each fight, and training.

it was overwhelming, but that's what he wanted it to be.

eventually got disowned for leftism crimes. (good for him)

owen

yes i'm gonna make one of these for him too.

born in november 1930 in aberystwyth. parents' marriage more established, but not strictly happy. owen picked up on clear ideological differences between his parents at a young age, but both were raising their children under their model of success.

an 'odd' child, but in a way that was less of an inconvenience to adults so was never reprimanded for it.

he didn't really understand why people liked some behaviours better than others, but knew that when he did the right things, people were nicer to him, and sometimes even gave him things, so he learned to play the game.

honestly, as an adult he finds it funny that A was always seen as manipulative when really out of anyone in the family it was himself. i mean, like, he knew that sucked for A, but he wasn't gonna say anything about it.

since he was the "smart one", he became the de facto eldest son, and was given a much more thorough education in languages, music, and science.

played the cello, first because father told him to, then because he liked it. he liked the way it could sway with him and how deep it sounded.

father liked how there were no frets forcing one in line, like a guitar, but one still had to follow the rules or it would sound bad.

when war broke out, owen was introduced to a family that had recently moved in. his father said that he should get to know the children, they were his age. they could be friends.

after dinner that evening, his father invited him to his office, a rare honour. a machine was already set up, and owen watched the wheels rotate as he answered question after question about the neighbours' children's lives.

where are they from? have you been able to see anything in that room no child is allowed into? what did that note slipped under the front door say? can you draw it? what have they overheard about the move? what did they say their parents' jobs were? what is... who did... where... thank you, owen, that's all. you may go to your room now, there's something there for you. think of it as a token of gratitude for your trouble.

this continued for a few months, all the way up until the family disappeared. owen thought it was odd that they hadn't brought their things.

either way, the conversations stopped after that, until the next time. and the next.

when he decided to join mi6's training program, he couldn't help but notice that his file was already several pages thick on his first day.

way back in 1942, he was the first to hear the siren. the sound made him feel sick for the rest of his life.

born in july 1934. with the 'heir and a spare' out of the way, the pressure on mother to produce another son was gone, and both parents welcomed a baby girl.

spoiled by her father with material goods, but she could sense that it was to set her up for something, and there was less emotion behind it than a plan, though for what she couldn't know.

had a knack for cheering people up, even father. she could sing, and dance around a room, and perform a smile to make it all better for a moment.

she loved her siblings. if father was treating A unfairly, she would mediate. if owen was cracking under the weight of his schoolwork, languages, music lessons, the now mandatory play sessions with the neighbours, readings, and shooting practice, she would sneak into his room and offer to help cover for him.

great tree-climber. sometimes would go up and wouldn't get down unless there was food waiting for her.

some days, mother would take her into a secret room off one of the corridors nobody went through, and in there were candlesticks, both straight and tree shaped, and a cup that looked older than even mother, and a cloth that mother taught her to put on her head with a song in a language she didn't understand. there was a little metal canister on the doorframe, and when she was very little mother would lift her up so she could touch it whenever she went in or out.

mother used to say, 'this is where we come from. remember that.' and 'this is precious, and secret, and only for us to know. we can't tell father.' and it was only when B was grown, and had her own husband, and her own children, that she understood.

loved painting. mostly her dreams, which she could remember as vividly as any other memory.

what happened that night in 1942 was only 4 hours after she blew her eight birthday candles out. every year hearing the birthday song would bring it back.

talking about mother hurt after that, so she didn't.

her paintings became more focused, more like the dreams she had in the few years after that night, even when her dreams moved on somewhat. the current dream paintings were private, only shared with her family and close friends.

the ones she shared were precipices, a candle being snatched by the darkness of a tunnel, mother telling her that she was sorry for leaving while sitting with B in a sunny field, on a train, in the secret room.

after her death, the moderate number of people in the art world who know her work will wonder who the woman in her work is.

some say a reflection of herself, some a recurring character living a full life, some later on suggest a lover. the truth was that B never fully moved on from what happened, even though her life did.

born during the war in january of 1941. both mother and he had almost died, and he was sick for a month following his birth.

has no memories of mother, but always thought that she looked very pretty in pictures.

C was only 18 months old when the siren went off. mother had lifted him out of his cot while the whole family and staff filed out of their rooms to the shelters. it had been dark, and mother was shaking so much, the way she always did when this happened, and she must have missed a step on the way down. she had twisted backwards to protect him the only way she could.

father never let him forget that it was his fault.

growing up, owen and B were the only people in the house who wanted to take care of him, and they tried their best.

but C was... different. more delicate. he seemed to get sick if someone across the house shut a door too loudly. he had no interest in climbing trees or playing the cello. he seemed almost like a rabbit, always looking around, scared that something was going to get him at any moment.

the only thing he seemed to like doing was reading. he learned at what might've been a remarkably young age, but must not have been, because father never said anything. owen told him later that they'd learned to read at the same age, and he was told that it was early, so C must also have been a quick learner.

owen helped with his learning as much as he could, but support from father was impossible and textbooks were so much more difficult than fiction. in fiction he could go wherever he wanted.

his favourites were a little princess, the naughtiest girl in the school, and trixie belden mysteries.

father tried to take them away, said they were too girly, but B always managed to sneak them back. she recommended more grown up mysteries, like poirot and father brown, for when he needed a 'boyish enough' story. but it was always the boarding school stories he liked best.

so he was excited to see what adventures would await him when he finally got to go himself.

it didn't go well.

(he'd one day find that most things never do go the way they are in stories.)

the school he went to was english, and the boys all made fun of his name and how his chin jutted out when he was nervous and the way he talked, as well as everything his father had.

he spelled his name differently when they said it made him look stupid for 'spelling it wrong'.

the teachers criticised his posture and his handwriting and how he undermined their authority, though he didn't mean to, really he didn't, it was an accident.

the teachers said that if it happened this many times it couldn't have been an accident.

when he turned 21, he changed his uni major (then dropped out altogether), changed his attitude, changed his clothes. became a writer/producer as part of a travelling theatre company. all for the sake of being free.

some would say he went too far in that.

#magnetic tape recorders didnt commercially exist until 1945ish but photoelectric paper ones did so thats what that was #also jurtwen made me do it to em :) i will hold on to this concept forever #holy shit this took so long #anyway hope this is a Thing and not just some prolonged bullshittery #headcanons #owen #im right #owen carvour #spies are forever #tin can bros #emotional abuse tw #ableism tw #parent death tw #trauma tw #school tw #the rest should be fine since it's under a read more and only smaller things but if anyone wants them tagged ask me and i'll do it

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space-specs · 1 year

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I, T and X <333

Thanks for the ask bestie, this was very fun!!

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

BBC Sherlock. I really wanted to watch this show when it was all over tumblr and all my friends were watching it back in like 2014, but I never got around to it. Eventually, people stepped back and were like "actually, so much about this show sucks so much", and I was just kinda glad I'd never actually watched it yet and now I won't. If I want Sherlock content, tbh, I'll probably just rewatch "Elementary, Dear Data" from Star Trek: TNG. Or finally finish the Enola Holmes stuff.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

Duke Thomas cannot make direct eye contact with people. It gives him a splitting headache. Since eyes both absorb and reflect light, looking directly at someone's eyes creates a sort of feedback loop of light beams for him.

Cass is, in all actuality, older than Jason. However, because there is some ambiguity about her precise age, both of them frequently insist they are the older sibling of the two. They could very easily confirm who is older; they both refuse because they don't want to be wrong.

Steph is more of the common sense in the batfam than people give her credit for. Don't get me wrong, she is far from normal (she is vigilante, she grew up in Gotham), but she is the one with the wherewithal to, idk, solve her problems by actually talking to people. She's clever and witty and quick on her feet and actually some really good and really practical people skills.

Duke and Jason are both functionally immortal for different reasons. (Also, they are good brothers and DC needs to bring back the two of them getting to interact).

Tim doesn't call Bruce "dad" and probably never will. Not because he doesn't see Bruce as his parent, but because "dad" has some very complex connotations for him and he doesn't want to apply those to Bruce. More specifically, because good batdad is canon to me, Bruce is better than what "dad" means to him. (It’s also important to me that Jack does try to be a father to Tim and does love him. But loving your kid is not always enough. Sometimes you still hurt them).

There's definitely something I'm forgetting that I'm even more die hard about, but this is already more than I intended on writing for this one 😂 needless to say this is a fun question. (Also maybe putting this out will kickstart me writing the fics I have planned based on 3 of these)

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Tried very hard not to just put every single batkid on this list but know that I would go to war for any of them I love them all so much.

In no particular order

1. Jason Todd -- listen, do I think his philosophy on crime should be applied to the real world? No, absolutely not. Has he done anything wrong ever? Also no.

2. Duke Thomas (bonus: the whole We Are Robin crew) -- if you hate Duke Thomas, meet me in Denny's parking lot. Something is clearly wrong with you and I will right it via blunt force trauma /j.

3. Tim Drake -- Catch me untangling the mess that is his fanon and canon characterizations and weaving a beautiful tapestry out of it. I see so many wrong interpretations about him and I am tired. Very carefully sorting out what should and shouldn't be kept from both fanon and canon every time I write him.

4. Cassandra Cain -- she has done nothing wrong ever and she deserves to be Batman. my favorite weirdgirl ever <3

5. Trevor Belmont -- my wife /p just introduced me to Castlevania and I did not expect to love it this much. Trevor is my babygirl and I would die for him.

6. Sypha -- I love her soooo much and I am dreading any potential romantic arcs to come about since she's the female lead because I really don't think she needs it. Please let her be cool af and single and not ruined in favor of the inevitable contrived romance, oh god.

7. Rise!Mikey -- I started my dive into tmnt content with Rise and then I tried to go back and watch 2012 because people said it was also good but they were so mean to Mikey 😭 I couldn't do it. He is like a squeaky toy to me.

8. Rise!Donnie -- I am captivated by his autism swag. Enough said. (Him and Mikey as a brother duo is so precious to me).

9. Razer -- Watch Green Lantern: The Animated Series if you haven't already. Do it. I promise you will not regret it. I won't say anything because spoilers but I have so much to say.

10. Talia al Ghul -- I am taking a knife to canon and carving out the parts I don't like because she is a good mom, goddammit!

Bonus: Koriand'r. I haven't read enough comics to know much about her, but I respect woman juice everyday for my favorite 6+ ft buff alien woman. (She should get to be huge and strong and I will fight for that).

#ask game #spec-text-ular #dc #batfam #batfam headcanons #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #jason todd #just tagging the hc section because i don't want to clog up any other tags with this lol #had a lot of fun with this and ending up writing way more than i expected lol

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sc0tters · 5 months

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Little Love | Jack Hughes

summary: the story of how jack realised that he was in love with you too.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, use of y/n + oc (kiara is readers sister!)

word count: 4.01k

authors note: welcome to what was meant to be the final fic of 2023! I know I'm late but these this was honeslty a self indulgent fic for me to cure the feelings I felt of all of the Laurie and Amy edits on tiktok. Thank you alll for voting but yes Jack won so he got this fic! I wrote it over a couple of days so this might not be the most cohesive fic but 2024 had to start somewhere... right?

You swore the universe hated you.

Growing up as a kid your older sister Kiara was everything you wanted to be. Only twelve months older than you it meant that you two were constantly compared to each other. But as she was a cheerleader with perfect vision, straight teeth and clear skin. Those comparisons cute deep as you preferred theatre, had braces and acne until junior year and only learnt how to substitute your glasses for contacts the summer before college. The point was that she was always the hot sister and you were always the one who dipped out on those genes, most guys befriended you because it meant they could get closer to her.

In 2010 your family moved to Michigan and with that the purchase of a lake house came with it. The place was right next door to the Hughes’ and with that and your close ages to Jack and Luke, it was no surprise that your families became friends.

From the moment you saw Jack it was practically no surprise that you fell for him. From the way he made your heart pound out of your chest to the way, you felt just a little bit better about yourself when you were the cause of his smiles.

Kiara didn't want Jack, she made it clear that she was always into older guys. She also knew about the crush you had on the boy as he was always the one you were excited to see the middle Hughes boy. Unfortunately for you, Jack never really noticed it, to him you were Luke's friend and Kiara's younger sister. You just so happened to have the room that looked into his but the tree that sat between your two rooms was barely used.

Jack liked you as a person but as you would quietly sit and watch the group together, it meant you often fell to the corners of his mind. Like a fly on a wall, Jack often made the mistake of forgetting to pull you back into the group. You never held that against him though, hell you could never blame him for anything. Your silence was actually how you found Luke.

After embarrassment flooded through your body when you realized that Jack had been in the house when you confessed to Ellen that you liked Jack. You swore you were never going to step foot in that house again it took Luke and some ice cream to swear that Jack hadn't heard what you said. Now nobody would bring you back into the misery you felt in that moment. But that didn't mean that Jack didn't forget your words, truly he had never heard someone talk so highly of him.

"He's just so perfect and his smile makes me feel soft inside."

Even after all of these years of knowing him, it was amazing how only the last few years caused so much change for you and Jack.

summer of 2021

The boys had been playing football in the yard when they heard your car pull up “c’mon we gonna finish this game or not?” Trevor complained as everyone shook their heads opting to instead go help your parents in the hopes of talking to Kiara “you guys are disgusting.” Luke grumbled as he was the only one who just wanted to see you. Kiara had always been a hot commodity at the lake house because she was either tanning in the yard or in her room, never on the boat.

But as the boys came around the wall to finally see the front of the house they didn’t know what was more shocking. The fact that a boy had his hand wrapped around her waist or the fact that there was a girl who was arguably just as pretty stood alone next to them “Luke!” You called out with a squeal as you ran over to the boy not hesitating to wrap your arms around him as he spun you around.

Jack and Trevor both wore the same shocked expressions as they realised it was you. You had grown and finally let your hair grown out of the cut that you seemed to be attached to since you were a kid. Jack didn’t mean to stare but as you sent the boys a toothy grin as you were placed back on the ground he couldn’t help but notice that your breasts had grown larger too, by two or three cup sizes since the last time he had seen you. You raked your fingers through your hair not noticing that they were indeed checking your out as you were in shorts and your bikini top with a baseball jersey covering your shoulders “hey.” You smiled looking up at Jack.

Even after all of these years he could still make your cheeks grow warm just by looking at you “hey.” He matched your quiet expression as he opted for the usual side hug “when did that happen?” The moment the question left Jack’s lips and he saw how it was a bubble of disappointment burst over your head he regretted it.

All of the light that came in your confidence now disappeared as his desire for your sister hit you like an awful taste in the back of your throat "she met him on her trip to Thailand." Right after she turned Jack down Kiara went on a trip with her friends and of course she just had to go ahead and meet the man of her dreams "six months strong." It made Jack wince as he thought about how that was only a month after Jack let it slip that he thought she was hot.

Trevor had still been watching you as he finally cleared his throat "you got anyone special in your life sweets?" The Ducks player brought his hand to his jaw as he saw how the red fabric of your bikini top complimented your breasts as they were pushed together "ain't got no one Z." You shook your head as you brushed your tongue over your teeth flashing him a grin.

It didn't do too much for your confidence as the boy flirted with every girl that he could "think we need to change that then." Trevor sent you a wink that was only responded with a gag from Luke "ew." He grumbled throwing his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you in the direction of the house citing that his mom would probably want to see you.

Jack didn't take long to reach up to hit his friend "ow!" Trevor groaned as his hand massaged the sore part of his head "what the hell was that for?" He complained sending the younger boy a glare "you're disgusting." Jack's scrunched his nose as he shook his head.

The Ducks player smirked as he shook his head "you mad I realized she got hot or that I acted on it before you?" Trevor shot back as he rolled his eyes leaving the middle Hughes boy speechless "she is y/n that's all." Jack explained pushing past Trevor as he shook his head thinking about all the ways you had grown up.

He knew it was stupid but something was different about you this time. No longer did Jack see you as Kiara's sister, you were now y/n an entirely separate entity.

summer of 2022

It was a warm Michigan summer you had now gotten found yourself sat in your bed room as you got ready for your date. It wasn’t often that you found yourself in this position. Ethan convinced you to join him down at the country club for a round of golf as he had come along with Luke to the lake house for the summer.

You had felt good as you curled the ends of your hair letting the sounds of Avril Lavigne echo through your speaker as you’d occasionally turn your curling wand into a microphone “Jesus Christ!” You groaned almost dropping the hot tool on your carpet when you saw Jack sat on the tree by your window.

Physically it was possible for him to stay there was the previous owners of your two homes opted for a treehouse between your rooms. It hadn’t been used in years so you were honestly surprised that it still worked “what are you doing here?” You groaned opening your window so he could come into your room.

Jack felt bile travel his his throat as he saw the pastel mini skirt you wore with your blue polo “don’t go on that date.” Jack blurted out as he didn’t know how much time he would have to convince you to ditch the Canadian boy.

It made you curse yourself as part of you was genuinely actually considering doing what he asked "why Jack?" Your arms crossed unintentionally pushing your breasts up "because I think you can do better than him!" Jack argued shutting your window as the sounds of Trevor and Quinn bickering about something traveled up the walls of the house.

The obvious roll of your eyes was your version of being in full disbelief "you wanna show them to me?" You motioned to the floor in front of you giving him the space to show you "I'm right in front of you!" Jack shot back with an accusatory tone as he pointed to himself.

Part of you thought you were dreaming but the way he offered himself up had you recoiling from disappointment "you're being mean." You shook your head as you turned your attention back to your closet as you looked for your socks "how am I being mean?" Jack shook his head honestly regretting even coming over to you.

The socks stopped your hand from letting your nails dig into your palms "why can't you just be happy for me?" Your voice was soft as you stared at him through your mirror as you waited for his answer "I think you deserve more." He repeated his words as you scoffed.

Your hand raked through your hair as you sucked at your teeth "you don't get to decide things for me Jack!" Your throat felt raw as you mentally told yourself that you couldn't let yourself cry "not when I have spent my entire life loving you!" You had turned angry and almost a little hurt by his timing.

Jack's eyes widened at your outburst "shouldn't be surprised you didn't know with how you were so far shoved up Kiara's ass." An unamused laugh left your lips as you shook your head "you should go Jack." When there was a knock on the door downstairs you knew it was Ethan.

The middle Hughes boy frowned as he shook his head "don't do this-" his voice was softer when his hand reached out to yours. As you heard the door once more "I'm coming!" You yelled as you opened the window "go home Jack." You knocked your head down to the side.

You sucked your cheek as you frowned "wait Jack." Your words stopped him giving him what felt like the light at the end of the tunnel that he so desperately wanted "yeah?" He smiled as he looked down at you not realizing how close you were to him "do I look okay?"

The question felt like a punch to his gut "you look beautiful, you are beautiful." He brought his hand up to cup your cheek but you were quick to push it away "you should go." You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself that it was the best option "bye y/n." Jack nodded going back to your window to let himself out the same way he got in.

As he listened climbing back to his room you contemplated again if that was even the right choice. But as he didn't dare to look back as thoughts ran through Jack's mind at a million miles a minute, he never knew he hurt you like that and he didn't know how to feel about it.

summer of 2023

It surprised Jack when your parents rolled up to their lake house without you in sight. Kiara and her boyfriend Max were there but you were still missing. Jack didn’t think he would notice it at first, sure your laughter could usually be heard from down the road, and the campfire kept on going until the early hours of the next morning when you finally decided that the stores you were making were not enough to keep you awake. He almost felt out of place as he would sit on the front porch each day patiently waiting for your Mini Cooper to show up.

Honestly, Jack was getting to the point where he was even ready to accept Ethan in that car with you, but the lack of your presence was beginning to drive him mad. Luke only began to notice last week when Jack kept your seat on the bench outside clear “she isn’t coming this year.” Luke figured that it was only right that he finally took Jack out of his misery.

But Jack didn’t feel better as his fingers gripped the arms of his chair "she decided to go to Miami with her friends for a girl's trip." Luke again decided to further put his brother out of his thoughts as he answered all of the questions about you "but what about him?” During all of the previous breaks you weren’t shy to post about your relationship with Ethan.

Every trip to Michigan dump that you seemed to take whenever you could leave Boston had Jack over analysing each individual detail that came from the inevitable picture of your date nights and on top of that you being at the Yost “y/n broke up with him just before finals.” Jack swore he could have hit Luke for not revealing this news to him earlier “something about the distance.” Luke mumbled on not noticing that Jack had gotten up as he made his way back inside.

Jack didn’t bother responding to the calls about where he was going as he ran up the stairs desperate to get his phone from his bedside table. The hockey player almost collided into his bed as he found your contact comfortably sat on an untouched message after you congratulated him on making the playoffs. He wasn’t an ass who left you on read, he just called you instead.

Jacky Hughes 😎: how’s Miami?

The notification made you smile “yeah I’ll be out in a sec!” You called out instantly swiping up as you sat on the couch ignoring how you still had a crush on him.

Y/n 😝: it’s been good

Y/n 😝: is that really what you wanted to ask me about?

Jack rolled his eyes as he smiled, you knew him too well.

Jacky Hughes 😎: heard about Ethan 😕

Even with that you felt foolish for thinking that there was something else that spurred his decisions to contact you. Ethan had helped you be okay with the idea of just being friends with Jack. But becoming a single woman again you found that idea fall apart.

Y/n 😝: just wasn’t meant to be 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jacky Hughes 😎: missing ya here

It made you squeal as you placed your hand on your mouth seeing him say that “be cool, y/n be cool.” You spoke to yourself as you chewed at your lip.

Y/n 😝: thought I’d be getting a message like that from Z

Jacky Hughes 😎: he’s still mad you for dating Ethan

A laugh left your lips as it was an ongoing joke that you both started after Trevor admitted to him that he was surprised that you were dating the college boy.

Y/n 😝: booo

Jacky Hughes 😎: you coming to any games next season?

Y/n 😝: I don't have a devs jersey here

You weren't lying, you only had Jack's devs jersey and you weren't going to bring something like that to Boston with you as you went to college.

Jacky Hughes 😎: could make some things happen

Jack threw the bait out and just waited for you to say what he wanted to see. He couldn't help but feel his hands grow a bit shaky as he watched the three little speech bubbles appear as you typed the message

Y/n 😝: always liked watching boston play

A scoff left his lips as he shook his head knowing that you were simply screwing with him "since when is she dangerous." he shook his head as he thought out his next message.

Jacky Hughes 😎: will make it worth your while

Y/n 😝: will you now?

Jacky Hughes 😎: you have my word squirt

You groaned seeing your childhood nickname that Quinn came up with "that dick." You grumbled going to type anther message as the front dooor to the air bnb opened "y/n c'mon!" One of your friends groaned seeing you still sat on the couch.

Jack frowned seeing no response from you opting for his next move.

Jacky Hughes 😎: i'm sorry I made you feel unnoticed

As you got up you noticed the message and you couldn't help but smile quickly opting for a response before you followed your friends out.

Y/n 😝: wasn't your fault

winter of 2023

Jack had learned how simple it was to make an effort with you all of a sudden as after that morning he made sure to keep in contact with you. The change was something you welcomed as you were reminded of all of the little things that had you falling for him.

Now he stood at the door of your apartment feeling nauseous with the Hughes jersey in his hand and the message from his mom reminding him to not fuck this up as she attached your address to it. A collective fear was held by everyone, not because they thought that Jack would fuck up, but because they knew your delicate heart truly wouldn't have survived if he didn't protect it.

Three steady knocks hit your door "coming!" You called out as there was now nothing more that Jack could do as he also couldn't run "hi." Your eyes went wide as you looked up at him "cute hair." Jack smirked as he saw the pink rollers that were in your hair.

It made you blush as you opened your door letting him in "what are you doing here?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw the jersey in his hands "thought you would need this tonight." A smile formed on his lips as he handed it to you. You weren't stupid, you knew that it was laced with his cologne and you were horrible at hiding the smirk on your face when his familiar scent captured your nostrils "Interesting smell." You teased running your fingers over the A badge that sat on the upper chest "had to make sure those Boston boys weren't gonna try anything." His point was true as he felt his face turn to a scowl at the thought.

A sigh left your lips as you placed the jersey on your counter "you didn't have to bring it to me." The point was something he knew as he also did agree with you, he didn't have to do it but he wanted to. Jack nodded as he reached out to grab your hand "but I wanted to." The boy argued back as his reasons for being there were selfish, Jack wanted to see you.

He could sense your hesitancy as you glared at him "Jack you have never done anything just because you wanted to." You reminded him about the fact that you knew him oftentimes better than he knew himself "okay I wanted to see you!" It wasn't often that Jack got you to shut up but in this moment he wanted you to be anything but silent.

You chewed at your lip before you let out a laugh "don't say things you don't mean." The response came off sharp as Jack never actively wanted to see you, if that had been the case this wouldn't have been the first time that he showed up at your apartment.

Jack frowned deciding to choose his words wisely "why do you find it so crazy to believe that I might actually be in love with you!" His fingers tugged through his hair as the color drained from your face feeling your ears begin to ring "I can't give you what you want." Kiara had always been the wild child within your family who lived for travel, you wanted to become successful and then become and wife and a mother. Those were two freakishly different dreams for life.

The boy smiled "you want someone who you can hide behind when you watch the saw movies because even if they scare you because you love to say you've watched them all." You had a strange obsession with the collection but you hadn't made it through more than half of the games mentioned within them.

He stepped closer as you sat on the counter in response to his movements "you want someone who is going to not only drive you to dairy queen at three a.m. but will also be the one to say lets go there." His words made you laugh as there had been multiple occasions where Jack would end up calling you when he realised that you were missing only to learn that you walking to the Dairy Queen up the road.

His hands cupped your cheeks “you want someone who isn’t only your partner but your friend and your confidant.” Your heart throbbed as you nodded “and you deserve someone who reaches for the stars just to give them to you.” What finally came to your realisation was that Jack always cared for you, but whilst he saw you as just Luke’s friend he couldn’t let himself fall in love with you. But whether you wanted to admit that it was you growing up or him no longer being enamoured by Kiara, Jack didn’t just like you. He loved you, but better yet he was in love with you.

It made your mouth go dry as you stared at him almost in awe of the fact that this wasn’t a dream, it was your reality “you’d really be a dick if you weren’t being serious right now.” You mumbled letting your fingers grip at his shirt as he smiled “I’m as serious as a heart attack squirt.” His nickname that he came up with for you when you were seven and deathly afraid of water guns (you didn’t trust the boys on where that water had been). You were brought back to the time Jack hid with you behind a table as you got caught up in the Hughes boy water gun fight.

A grin formed on your lips as his thumb soothed the redness that formed on your cheeks “give me a chance and I promise I won’t fuck this up.” Jack was being honest as he hoped you would see it that way “okay.” You nodded watching his eyes sparkle much like yours did in that moment.

It was strange how you could both see your futures flash in front of you, from rings to babies, and make ups to make outs. The highs came with the lows but he was in all of them “can I kiss you or is that-” you cut Jack off from the start of his panic when you kissed him.

His hands softened on your cheeks as his tongue swiped across your lips picking up the taste of your cherry lip oil “was that too much?” The point came when you needed air as you pulled away from the boy who tugged your hair through his finger tips.

Jack's laugh echoed through your ears as he brought his lips down to yours once more “it was perfect, you’re perfect.” He shook his head as there wasn’t a place he would rather been.

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I've always wondered this, but what do you think the Cullen's political viewpoints would be, given their individual backgrounds? if vampires don't change after they turn, then surely they would all be extremely racist (especially Jasper). would this not come up at some point? they aren't like the Volturi because the Volturi are too old to care, but the Cullens are young enough that they have been brought up with opinions on stuff like sexism, racism, homophobia and the like.

Oh fuck.

You get an early answer because otherwise I'll just chicken out and delete this one, pretend I never saw it.

UMMM.

Since I'm guessing you meant American political viewpoints, we need a disclaimer. I am not American, and not too knowledgeable about your politics. Not just in the sense that I don't follow the day-to-day drama, but as I am not an American citizen there are several things I don't know, can't know because I've never lived in your country and therefore can't know what the effects of living in a country ruled by American policies is like. What I do know is based off of the news in the foreign section, social media (by which I mean tumblr posts), and Trevor Noah's Daily Show.

I am an outsider looking in.

Which is really rather appropriate, since the Cullens are too.

The Cullens go to high school and college, Carlisle works, they pay taxes, they own real estate, and submerge themselves in American culture. Esme, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, and Bella are young enough that this is in many ways their world, and apart from timeouts they've more or less spent their entire lives, human and vampire, integrated into American society.

Not fully integrated, mind you, they do what they need to to fit in and get to school or, in Carlisle’s case, to work. They go no further. No extra-curriculars for the kids, no book clubs for Esme, no game nights for Carlisle. They walk parallel to humans, not among us.

In addition to this they're obscenely rich, which puts them another thousand miles from the experiences of your average American. They won't deal with the health system, which means healthcare is a non-issue, they're not going to need welfare or other social programs, unemployment is another non-issue. Name your issue, and the Cullens don't have personal stake in it. Even the climate crisis won't be a problem for them the way it will for us.

What I'm trying to say is, American political issues are a concept to them, not a lived reality. Just like they are for me. So hey, you made a great choice of blog to ask.

I'll also add here that you say the Volturi are too old to care, and I agree- from an ancient's point of view, racism is a matter of "which ethnicity are we hating today?", and it all looks rather arbitrary after a while. Same with every other issue - after a while it all just blends together into "what are the humans fighting over today? Which Christian denomination is the correct one? Huh. Good for them, I guess."

I can't put it any better than this post did, really. The Volturi are real people, humans are nerds and tumblr having Loki discourse. Aro thinks it's delightful and knows entirely too much about Watergate (and let's be real, Loki discourse as well), but the point I wanted to get at is that politics really don't matter to vampires.

And I don't think they matter to the Cullens either.

So, moving on to the next point while regretting I didn't put headlines in this post, I'll just state that I don't think vampires' minds are frozen. Their brains are unable to develop further, and they can never forget anything, but... well, this isn't the post for that, but in order for this to be true of vampires they would barely be sentient. They would not be able to process new impressions, to learn new things, nor to have an independent thought process. Yes, we see vampires in-universe (namely, Edward, who romanticizes himself and vampires) believe they're frozen and can never change, but there is no indication that this is a widespread belief, or even true. Quite the contrary - Carlisle went from a preacher's son who wanted to burn all the demons to living in Demon Capital for decades and then becoming a doctor and making a whole family of demons. Clearly, the guy has had a change in attitude over the years. Jasper, in his years as a newborn army general, slowly grew disenchanted with his life and developed depression. James initially meant to kill Victoria and hunted her across the earth, then became fascinated and changed his mind about it.

Had these people been incapable of change, Carlisle would still be hating demons, Jasper would be in Maria's army, and James would still be hunting Victoria.

It goes to follow, then, that they are able to adapt to new things.

The question is, would they?

Here I finally answer your question.

So, we have these people who don't really have any kind of stake in politics, who keep up to date all the same (or are forcibly kept up to date because high school) and are generally opinionated people.

Where do they then fall, politically?

(And this is where you might want to stop reading, anon, because I'm about to eviscerate these people.)

Alice votes for whoever's gonna win. She also makes a fortune off of betting each election. Trump's 1 to 10 victory in 2016 was a great day to be Alice. MAGA!

The actual policies involved are completely irrelevant, she does this because it's fun. Election means she gets to throw parties. Color coded parties for the Republican and Democratic primaries, and US-themed parties for Election Night! (Foreigner moment right here: I at first wrote "Election wake" before realizing that's not what y'all murricans call it.)

Alice loves politics. Doesn't know the issues, but she sure loves politics.

Bella votes Democrat. She actually knows about the issues, and cares about them. This girl is a Democrat through and through.

Carlisle doesn't vote. I can't imagine it feels right. Outside of faked papers he's not a US citizen, this is meddling in human affairs that he knows don't concern him.

More, this guy has never lived in a democracy.

In life, Carlisle lived under an absolute monarchy that, upon civil war, became an absolute theocracy. From there he learned that vampires live under a total dictatorship.

For the first 150 years of his life, democracy was that funky thing the Athenians did in history books thousands of years ago, no more relevant to him than the Ancient Egyptian monarchy is to me. Then the Americans, and later other European countries started doing this.

Good for them.

There's this mistake often made by those who view history from a... for lack of a better term, a solipsistic standpoint. A belief that the present day is the culmination of all of history. “My society is the best society, the most reasonable society; all the others had it backwards. Thank god we’re living in this enlightened age!”

The faith in our current system of government is one such belief. We (pardon me if this doesn’t apply to everybody reading this post) have grown up in democracies, being told this is the ultimate form of rule, and perhaps that is true - but remember the kings who have told their subjects they had were divine and the best possible ruler based on that. Remember also that most modern democracies haven’t actually been democracies for very long at all, America is the longest standing at some 230 years (not long at all in the grand scope of things) and they have a fracturing two-party system to show for it.

Every society, ever, has been told they’re the greatest, and their system of government the most just. Democracy is only the latest hit.

This is relevant to Carlisle because he’s immortal and decidedly not modern. Democracy has not been installed in him the way it was the rest of the Cullens, Jasper included. To him- well, it’s just not his world. He has no stakes in our human politics, and as he is older than every current democracy and has seen quite a few of them fall, he’s not going to internalize the democratic form of rule the way a modern human has.

I think the concept of voting is foreign to him.

It requires a level of participation in human society that he’s simply not at. He does the bare minimum to appear human so he do the work he loves, but nothing more, and I find that telling.

As it is I think he'd be iffy about his family doing it. He won’t stop them, but in voting they’re... well it’s kind of cheating. They’re not really citizens, none of this will affect them, and by voting they’re drowning out the votes of real human voters. He does not approve.

Edward votes Democrat. He's... well he’s the kind of guy who will oil a girl’s bedroom window so he can more easily watch her sleep without being discovered, justifying it to himself as being okay because if she were to tell him to get lost he’d stop immediately. Same guy is so sure that he’d leave and never return again if she wanted him to, except this is the man who returned to Forks to hang around his singer, knowing there was a significant chance he might kill her. To say nothing of his Madonna/Whore complex, or of the fact that he tried to pimp out his wife twice, and was willing to forcibly abort her child.

This guy is very much in love with chivalry, with being an enlightened and feminist man who supports and respects women, while not understanding the entire point of feminism, which is female liberation.

He votes Democrat because he’s such an enlightened feminist who cares about women’s rights.

Emmett doesn’t care to vote, but if he has to he votes Republican. The guy is from the 1930′s, and has major would-be-the-uncle-who-cracks-racist-jokes-if-he-was-older vibes.

Esme doesn’t vote, that would require getting out of the house.

More, I just... can’t see it. I can’t see her being one to read up on politics and The Issues, period, but if she has to then I doubt she’d be able to decide.

Jasper doesn’t vote. Alice can have her fun, he does not care.

There’s also the whole can of worms regarding the last time he went to bat for American politics.

I imagine he stays out of this.

Renesmée doesn't vote. She has no stock in the human affairs. Who would she vote for, on what grounds? When Bella tries to pull her to the urns, she points out that she's three years old.

Rosalie, guys, I’m sorry, but that girl is definitely gonna vote Republican. Perhaps not right now as it’s become the Trump party of insanity, but the Mitt Romney type of Republicans? Oh yes.

And for the record, yes I imagine she does vote. To step back from politics would be another way she was relinquishing her humanity, and that’s not allowed to happen. So, yes, she goes to the urns, less for the sake of the politics involved and more because like this, she’s still a part of society in some way.

Now, onto why I think she’s Republican, I think it’s both fiscal and social.

This girl was the daughter of a banker who somehow profited off of the Depression, and who then became part of a family with no material needs that would soon become billionaires thanks to Alice. Poverty to Rosalie is a non-issue, as it is I imagine she views it as a much lesser issue than what she’s had to deal with. The humans can pull themselves up by their bootstraps, Rosalie’s infertility is forever.

Rosalie’s empathy is strongest when she’s able to project onto others, and she won’t be able to project onto the less fortunate at all.

Then there’s the fact that the Republican party is all about traditional family values, and pro-life.

Rosalie, a woman from the 1930′s who idolizes her human life and who‘d love nothing more than to get to live out this fantasy, is down for that. And as of Breaking Dawn she’s vocally pro-life, so there’s that.

This all being said I don’t think Rosalie cares to sit down and fully understand these politics she’s voting for, the possible impact they’ll have- that’s not important. What’s important is what voting does for her.

TL;DR: I bet anon regrets asking.

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