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monarchisms · 7 months

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so this is the unintentional part two of that summary post i made with geoff talking about the end of achievement hunter. for this post, i'm going to try my best to sum up what michael, trevor, and joe (but not alfredo because he was sick at the time 😔) have said about what will happen in the future on the penultimate episode of off topic, #403. there won't be a transcript this time as i am busy with schoolwork and stuff, so i'll try to make this summary as filled with as much accurate information as i can to make up for it :)

so basically,

trevor starts off by saying they'll be doing the last of various series to wrap everything up. he also notes that some of these finales will be "more nostalgic"

one of the series finales that's up right now is vs episode #150: joe vs BK. the game they played is cooking mama!

after the series finale of off topic (#404 lol), the final AH video ever will be a let's play in the remastered version of burnout paradise, and the cast will consist of geoff, jack, trevor, and michael. this is a callback to the first ever AH video they did back in 2008, and it's already been filmed! trevor says it was more emotional then he thought it would be :')

michael explains that the video will essentially be a ~70-minute podcast. in it, they'll talk more about the end of achievement hunter, where the cast members have went/what they've all moved on to, and new projects that they'll working on. he also says that he thinks that people will call this video "cathartic" while comparing the vibe to their old gta v series, sunday driving

not as important, but michael said that he was mindlessly driving and turning in burnout paradise in the same way that he'd run and jump in minecraft because he "fucking hated" playing minecraft lmfao

as said before, they decided to close AH and start something new with dogbark instead of continuing like they used to. michael acknowledges that in the last few years, most of the crew had already left rt in some way or moved on to other stuff within the company, leaving just michael, trevor, alfredo, and joe as the most consistent on-screen talent by the end. *bonus bit that wasn't mentioned until later, but alongside these 4, jarren from the post team will be their channel manager for dogbark :)

as this group makes videos for dogbark, michael says that their stuff will be both "tonally different" and "very fluid" as they're still figuring it out as they go, noting that they were balancing it and AH/let's play content at the same time

michael also talks about how he's been doing what he's wanted to do at AH for a long time, but there were some things he still couldn't do within the constraints the AH crew had put on themselves

while there will be some gameplay stuff on the dogbark channel, as mentioned in this episode and the channel trailer, they will primarily focus on live action content. trevor makes a point by saying that the style/theme in the trailer will "not be pervasive throughout the entire brand", and michael adds on to that by saying the trailer "is at 100, but every video won't be at 100"

michael and trevor make a point by saying that there will be more variety, as in "a dozen little formats", not necessarily like the shows/series they made at AH, with joe saying that they're not trying to "tie themselves down" to strict uploads and such, like they were when they were previously fitting into a mold at AH

trevor says that he has seen achievement hunter, and rooster teeth as a whole, having a unique challenge ahead of them. he refers to making content that appeals to an audience who had been following them since the early days while trying to also find new faces, both out there in the audience and internally at the company, in order for AH to stay around

he also points out how difficult it is to do that with a long-standing brand that has had different eras of content, since there would be an audience with differing expectations for them. with that, it became hard for the AH crew to balance said expectations with the authenticity they tried to show in the content they created. the crew has changed as people alongside their audience, and the stress that came with it was challenging

michael stresses that the group not only chose to make a new channel completely, they also had to fight for it for a while, and wanted to slow down on AH content before properly closing/archiving the channel to create dogbark. beyond the struggles of creating something new from scratch, they now have the challenge of preparing the audience for the jump from AH to dogbark while thinking about all the pros and cons before going forward

this week (the week of september 18th) and next week (the week of september 25th) are the last weeks of new AH content. after that, there will be a 1 or 2-day break before dogbark properly starts making new content on october 2nd. trevor feels like people will get a better idea of what dogbark is after a month or two of them uploading content

finally (subject to change, of course), they want to aim for full uploads every monday and friday, with patreon-like exclusive videos with rt first every wednesday and saturday. one of the confirmed things to expect is a first-exclusive podcast. the first week dogbark officially starts, all that content will be public as a sample of what to expect, and every week after that will follow that schedule

#trevor collins #michael jones #joe lee #achievement hunter #dogbark #off topic podcast #off topic ah #long post #i sort of threw out the order in which they talk about stuff #since they come back to some points a bit later on #it'd be a bit more confusing if i let it be #there may be more i could add in the post but it's probably better to watch/listen to the first ~1/3 of the episode #for example:#there's also a bit where michael says that it's nice for the group to have complete full ownership of something #and that genuinely made me so happy #ough... if only they still weren't under rt.....#like i said before. make of all of this as you will

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sluttyitgirl · 9 months

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omgg I completely argee!! I hope you enjoy it! it's a two part story, btw!

JUST YOU AND ME— TREVOR SPENGLER

pairing: trevor spengler x fem!reader

warning: drinking, language, implications of smut? two part story not really checked but it will be edited for spelling errors

request are open

pt.1 pt.2

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" i ask, lucky as I sit in the passenger seat of her car , putting on the finishing touches to my makeup.

Her eyes were on the road , "Yes! it's better than you being at home in your dark living room watching lame as romcoms!" I gasp , "What the fuck! they aren't stupid?" I argue "they are stupid, and your lame for thinking that its the best way to spend your time on a friday night!"

I roll my eyes irritatedly "hey be grateful I'm even in this car right now? I'm literally debating jumping out, " she chuckles.

"Stop it, you look too good right now to even think about ruining your face after jumping out of a moving car, you idiot." she shook her head.

We approached seemingly to a normal looking home. As lucky and I step out of the car making our way closer to the house, the sound of music grew louder, even louder as we actually stepped into the house. The living room was swirling with teens dancing, talking and drinking, as well as party lights flickering near the dj booth.

"Let's go get a drink -" Lucky shouted over the music before someone came over and wrapped their arms around her. "Lucky!! I'm so glad you could make it, girl!" A blonde haired girl cheered.

"Oh my gosh , Jenny! I wouldn't miss it, " she smiled. "Oh, I see you brought a partner!" Jenny came closer to me and engulfed me in a hug. "Hi! I'm Jenny!" she greeted. I nodded and smiled. "I'm y/n," I introduced.

"Well, feel free to get drinks! just have fun, let loose!" she shouted . Lucky and I smiled and nodded at her energy before she walked away.

"Okay! my goal for tonight is to get you drunk and laid!" lucky said with unusual inthusiasm. "Um... weird goal, maybe tone it down a bit?" I scratch the back my neck.

"Come on, you heard Jenny, let loose!" she smiled, "okay , lucky this whole mood of yours is so unlike you. it's kind of scary. " she rolled her eyes at my statement.

"You're like an old lady - no, you're like my grandma!" she pointed , "What?"

As she proceeded to explain how I was like her eighty year old nana, my eyes wandered around the room before settling down on a tall , lanky , curly haired boy.

Trevor roamed aimlessly around the party. He came with his new group of friends who soon left him to do body shots with two hot brunettes. "Dickheads.." he grumbled as he continued to walk around looking around until his eyes landed on one specific girl. His eyebrows raise as he takes in her features, and her body language. soon she's getting dragged away by her friend.

"Okay, let's see what we have here." Lucky scanned the drink table, "Ah! Vodka?" she looked at me, I shook my head. "All right.."

"Lucky you look for something to drink, I need to use the bathroom, okay?" she nodded before I left her side.

I made my way through the crowd, bumping into a few people here and there and getting pushed around. I got pushed too hard. I bumped I to someone by walking backward.

"I am so sorry.." My words slowed as my eyes met with the same ones from when I entered the house.

He shook his head nervously, "no your good! it's fine, " he chuckled. "Sorry, it's just im not really used to how rowdy it is in here," I laugh. he smiled understandably. "No , yeah, I get it. I'm not either, " he nodded.

I nodded asweel before relaising I should've introduced myself. I put my hand out , "im y/n.." I smile as he takes my hand to shake it,"trevor!" he grinned.

Before we knew it we were getting comfortable with each other and getting to know each other on the couch.

"Your sister sounds so sweet, though?" I laughed , drinking my fruit punch that trevor grabbed for us. "Trust me, you don't know her like I do!" he shook his head in an almost warning way.

"Okay! sorry, " I joke . He looked over at me, smirking as I took another sip of my drink. once the cup left my lips, I noticed the way he was looking at me his brows rose in an amussed way that made me start blushing, "What?" I chuckle , avoiding contact.

he shrugs , "Nothing? you're just pretty, " he said softly. I laugh, placing my head onto the palm of my hand as my elbow rested on the couch. He continued to smile at me amusingly, " Oh my gosh! stop that. " I shout, slapping his shoulder playfully. "im not doing anything?" his mouth twisted.

"Yes, you are!" I roll my eyes jokingly, "what am I doing then?"

"You're making a weird face!" she laughs, "what weird face?" he plays dumb

"A face -" Before I even began my sentence, I felt his lips on mine, unleashing a burst of sweetness and warmth. His slightly chapped lips formed with my soft ones while his hand molded around the back of my neck, pushing me closer to him. Getting kissed by a random stranger would've made me so uncomfortably grossed out, but it was trevor, and I already felt connected with him.

Since he was kissing me so passionately, I decided to get comfortable as well . I placed my hand on his shoulder, sooner having my arm wrapped around him.

"Let's get out of here..." he whispers against my neck before pecking small kisses onto it. I ran my hands through his curls. "Just you and me," he adds.

I would've never imagined what I'd do something like this , and before I knew it, I was agreeing with him , "Just you and me.." I repeated before standing up and taking his hand.

#trevorspenglersmut #trevor spengler #trevorspenglerimagine #finn wolfhard #boris pavlikovsky #finn wolfhard fanfiction #finn wolfhard smut #finnw #stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #mike wheeler smut

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vermutandherring · 1 year

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Rattlesnake Juice Club

Another one try to finish rebuilding of Oasis Springs and give to it more art deco features.

I've been listening to too much Trevor Something and house music to catch the vibe~

While making screenshots, I also noticed that sims are quite interesting to watch. Ah, those rare moments when I don't wanna to drown them in swimming pool.

I think Don Lothario had light depression

I hate how lighting works in game, so i can't fight the way game illuminates objects and rooms. It looks much better with Reshade.

More screenshots, information and download here (always FREE)

CC credits:

NICKNAME_sims4 @hydrangeachainsaw @cocogamess mutske @pralinesims @sims41ife @thejim07 @thesimmer40 @valhallansim

Screenshots info:

Guarana Reshade 4.7.0 Preset by @magalhaessims on @maxismatchccworld

Cadillac Eldorado by @lorysims

Volkswagen Beetle by @oceansccc

The photo I was inspired by

#sims #the sims 4 #the sims 4 screenshots #simblr #ts4 build #the sims 4 lots #the sims 4 build #sims 4 #ts4 community lot #sims 4 download #my sims buildings

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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Princess Antics - Trevor Zegras x Actress!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, PDA

Words: 1352

Summary: Dating a famous hockey player is tough sometimes, but dating a Disney Princess may just give Trevor a run for his money.

A/n: I've posted this fic before and if you want to know the reason why, I've included an author's note at the end to explain.

A fruit smoothie. All week I have been craving a fruit smoothie, but because I’ve been in the recording studio all day everyday, I’ve had to eliminate dairy from my diet completely. I’m recording songs from the upcoming sequel to my first Disney movie “Cassie and The Prince”; a half-animated, half-live action Enchanted style movie, in which I play Cassie, the cautious and delicate wallflower-princess whose best friend is a grey rabbit. ‘The Prince’ aka Prince Oliver, who is voiced by Tom Holland, is the rambunctious, rifting presence in her life that gets her to live a little.

This week, the two of us have been recording vocals for a duet that the characters share at the beginning of the movie, and continuous days of singing equals ‘it’s better to not risk it’ with foods that affect your vocal sound and ability. We eventually wrapped on the song and the arrival of the weekend means I can finally fulfill my smoothie craving. My supportive as ever boyfriend, Trevor, accompanies me in getting my hard earned smoothie, figuring we could make a date out of the outing.

As we enter the small shop on the outside of our favorite mall, Trevor and I breathe a little easier to see we’re the only ones in the place. When you’re a Disney Princess and NHL player together, at least one of you can and will be recognized in public at any time. However, it’s hard to be recognized by people that aren’t around. I give Trevor my order (although I’m sure he already has it memorized), spewing the information at him as quickly but coherently as I can, as I have to use the bathroom urgently. Trevor assures me he’s got it and ushers me away to finally use the restroom.

Once I finish, I look at myself in the mirror and gasp aloud at the realization that, in my hurried state, I forgot to tell Trevor I wanted a vitamin boost in my drink. With a pouty bottom lip and a melodramatic sadness in my eyes, I exit the smoothie shop’s bathroom, and approach my boyfriend who’s sitting on a bar stool that’s facing outside the store window. I begin to whine because of my own slip up,

“I had to pee so bad I forgot to tell you I wanted the vitamin boost in my drink!” Trevor laughs as he pulls out the adjacent stool, patting it for me to sit on,

“Good thing I got it for you.”

“You did?!”

“Mhm.”

“Ah! What would I do without you?”

“Not have a vitamin boost probably.” The quip makes me laugh and Trevor smiles upon hearing the sound. I open my mouth to ask him another question but my voice is caught in my throat when a tiny squeal interrupts the mechanical sounds of the smoothie shop.

Looking to the source of the noise, I spot a young girl who can’t be any older than pre-school age with her mouth open in a gaping-smile. Her tiny brown eyes glitter with pure shock upon seeing me look at her. I can’t help but smile at her excitement and look at Trevor who is trying very hard to conceal a smile of his own.

“Princess Cassie! Mom, look! It’s Princess Cassie!” The girl tugs on her mothers hand to grab her attention before pointing in my direction and I grin at the mother to ease her previously startled demeanor. Her face morphs from confusion to a smile of disbelief.

“Oh my goodness, you’re real!” I laugh lightly at the woman’s joke before turning my attention back to the little girl who can hardly contain herself.

“Hi sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“Lucy.” I bend down to her level to both hear her and to let her know she has my attention.

“Lucy! What a pretty name. That sounds like a princess name, are you a princess, too?”

“Well, sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Me too. How old are you, Lucy?”

“Four- Also, I saw you in the mall yesterday,” responds, clearly not interested in talking about herself at the moment.

“You saw me in the mall?”

“The poster for Cassie and The Prince is in the window of the Disney store,” her mother clarifies, as the ramblings of four year olds can be incoherent at times.

“Ah, gotcha.”

“And, also, you were on the tv there, too, singing ‘Be Free’ with all the animals and Prince Oliver.”

“‘Be Free’ is a fun song. Is that your favorite song from the movie?”

“No. I like ‘Today Of All Days’ when you teach the prince how to talk to Louie the Bunny,” Trevor and I still haven’t gone public with our relationship, so I honored him in naming the Princess’s animal sidekick after his own real-life animal sidekick “What happened to your hair?”

“Oh, Lucy!” Her mother scolds the bluntness of her daughter’s question. My hair is up off my face today, and nowhere near the length of the extensions hair and makeup puts me in, so the contrast is notably different.

“It’s okay. I had to cut some of it off because it was getting too heavy.”

“Order for Trevor!” The one man cashier-barista calls from behind the counter, setting down the two smoothies Trevor had ordered not just five minutes ago. The mother clocks Trevor--the unfamiliar man I’d been talking to earlier--rising to grab the two drinks and leans down to speak to Lucy.

“Honey, we should let Princess Cassie go, I’m sure she has things to do today.”

“Can we take a picture?”

“You have to ask her for a picture, not me.”

“Can we take a picture with you?”

“Of course, honey.” I squat down to be closer in height with the small girl before beckoning her over. “Is it okay if I hug you for the picture?” I ask to which she nods yes and wraps me in a tight hug, pressing her tiny cheek against my face. Her mom snaps the picture on her white iPhone 12, using her index finger to do so. After, she motions for her daughter to come view the picture, and once Lucy’s attention is centered on the picture, she mouths a silent ‘thank you’ to me; I break character to wave off the complimentary closing and, miraculously, gracefully rise from the floor. When I’m back to full height, I take my smoothie from Trevor’s extended hand, smiling at the fact that he took the liberty to unwrap ¾ of the straw like a restaurant would.

“Thank you, kind sir.” Trevor steps in front of me to hold the door open, and with a wave, I give Lucy a final goodbye. As the two of us begin walking back to his car, I don’t miss the indiscernible smile he’s giving me. “What?” I ask. He shrugs nonchalantly,

“Nothing.”

“Whaaat?” He then shakes his head in partial amusement, partial disbelief.

“I can’t believe I’m dating an actual disney princess.”

“I’m just glad she didn’t ask me to sing.” Trevor barks a laugh as he nearly chokes on a sip of his smoothie.

“Has that happened before?”

“Oh, babe,” I puff out of exasperation just thinking about it, “They want the whole album!”

“Did you?”

“Yes! I’m not gonna crush a little girl’s dreams just because my voice is cold. Would you refuse to throw a puck to a kid over the glass if your arm was sore?”

“This isn’t about me, Princess Cassie.” I roll my eyes as I slip into the passenger seat of Trevor’s car. Once buckled, I pull the remaining straw paper off my straw and at the first taste of the fruit smoothie hitting my tongue, I let out a groan at the satisfaction of what had been a week-long craving in the making.

“God, if I’d known a smoothie was all it’d take to get that kind of reaction out of you, I would’ve brought you here ages ago,” Trevor jeers from the driver’s side. I playfully shove his shoulder which doesn’t do much in the way of inconveniencing the six-feet-tall pro hockey player.

“That’s no way to talk to a princess!”

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A/n: If there's anyone who's been following me for a while now, you'll recognize this is the exact same fic as one of my Owen Joyner fics. I originally wrote this piece about Trevor but posted it for Owen because I didn't have a hockey following then and I didn't think anyone would want to read it at the time. Now that I have a relatively stable hockey following I figured posting the original would reach the original intended audience.

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rreskk · 1 month

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HEADCANONS: Fem!reader in a relationship with the Holy Trinity

MICHAEL DE SANTA – - “Ah, I’m sorry honey. The movies on.” His love language depends on how much quality time interferes with his own interests. While it may seem neglecting, you’ll come to understand that he’s in his own world. And he makes up by gifting you presents – unwanted or not – trying to reamend the many times he’s bailed on dates, etc. - He may have been a charming man at first, but being in a relationship with Michael really highlights his unfamiliarity with intimacy and connection. He’ll find it hard to communicate his wants due to that barrier between short-term desire and long-term love. You’re usually the one to make a move and give him a foundation to build his trust on. - Michael loves to be glamoured with your compliments and praises. One time he bought a new suit and showed you. After commenting on how handsome he looked, it encouraged him to dive deeper, attempting to drink and eat healthier products but also wear more fitting outfits. You make him look more presentable as you provide support and comfort. - He is a father! When dating a father, here comes responsibilities like parenting advice, and what NOT to say. You’ve experienced how dysfunctional he is. Michael knows he’s a troubling father and he listens to your advice – to an extent. He’ll mostly always add a little twist that completely destroys the meaning of your words, but it’s the consideration that counts. And maybe the tearfulness of his children after. And you annoyance because he dismissed your advice. But hey, that’s Michael! - “You’re dating a movie producer, honey.” Michael will always find a way to be prideful. In all cases where you find a flaw, he’ll shrug it off by mentioning how successful he is (in these flaws), making it sound like a good thing by paradox-ing whatever the hell he’s done – whether that’s criminality or being a selfish ass. -Surprisingly vanilla in the bedroom department. The typical rose petals on the bed and his infamous boxer shorts for when sexy time does occur. Though vanilla, it’s charming because it’s Michael. It’s more bonding he focusses on. Because he’s a bit estranged romantically, he tries to ensure sexual activity is maintained. - He invites you into this nostalgic journey. Allowing him to reminisce really brightens his mood. Even more if you engage and ask questions. It may boost his ego, but he’ll assume you are genuinely interested. - Out of the trio, due to his maturity (even that?) and experience, he’s the most likely to keep you out of the criminality, and so he should! Michael protects you from any dangers and will seclude you from his own issues.

TREVOR PHILIPS – - “What do you mean you were busy?” The most clingiest. He’s very dependant when you earn his trust. Everything has to be outwardly expressed, whether that’s a doctors appointment or Jerry from down the road talking about his heater breaking. Trevor won’t even be interested but he’ll feel safe knowing due to his trust issues. You may get interrogated a lot when you forget to tell him certain things, but if you apologise MEANINGFULLY, he’ll forgive you. Maybe… (The grudge stays there though). - He does carry this intense aura around him and it gets a bit uncomfortable. Trevor has got something constantly making him angry or sad, so you’ll have to deal with this baggage, even if that’s listening to him rant or holding him – as requested. It’s better to say nothing because if you try and be rational, he’ll assume you are devaluing his feelings. - “Why are you closing the door? Leave it open. Ain’t no one here except me.” Trevor does not understand privacy and boundaries. You could be going to the bathroom or wanting time to yourself and he’ll demand you leave the door open. For no reason. He just like hearing you shuffle around. It makes him feel less alone and more safe. However, it can be annoying for you since you are forced to deal with his smell and intensive clinginess. - Very touchy and physical. Trevor has a high sex-drive and will crave bedroom time A LOT. From quickies to a passionate 3 session afternoon which leaves you both gasping for water and the bible. He does make you feel loved though. Not an inch of your skin has been left cold. He has touched you all. One way or another… - Unfortunately includes you in his drama a lot. Trevor doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, let alone his impulses. And he gets into situations all the time. You are either a target of revenge or a cover-up. No in between. SOS babe, you’re in some trouble.

FRANKLIN CLINTON – - He treasures normality out of them all. Franklin craves a normal relationship where you do your own thing, and he does too. Independence is key. However, sometimes you’ll wonder why he hasn’t messaged in days after he left the house last Tuesday. It can strain a bit of your relationship as you don’t share much details about your everyday life, so you have no idea about the activities he gets up to. Vise versa. - “You need a ride out?” Franklin is also observant though. He sees you getting ready and offers you a ride. He sees you looking for something, offers to look. He sees you frustrated, he offers a solution. Despite being the youngest, he’s got a heart of gold towards the people he loves. - You don’t have to prove your self-worth by being sexually active. Franklin is open-minded enough to understand boundaries and feelings. Just because you’re distant that day doesn’t mean you hate him, and he knows that. Just because you haven’t been sexually active in the past month doesn’t mean you hate him, he knows that too. - Franklin tries to keep you out of his business but sometimes information slips. He can trust the wrong people and get into some trouble, causing you to be a target of revenge. He tries to be private but he’ll talk to people he’ll deem “trustworthy”, and sometimes they can be the wrong people. - Takes you out a lot in dates. You’ll visit new diners, movies, bars, discos. Whatever. Franklin loves quality time and will ensure you are taken out every week. That’s how he bonds. You can share memories and moments together, whether that’s funny memories or romantic, or maybe sad. He finds value in everything. - The people he surround himself with can strain the relationship. Criminals and gangsters. He’ll invite strange people home and you’ll have to deal with their antiques. Franklin shrugs it off as it’s “business”, but you’ll always find the strangers invading your personal space and privacy. Dangerous strangers as well. It puts you on edge.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Enchanted— Jamie Drysdale

request: “hello hello could i mayhaps request some jamie drysdale fluff to enchanted by taylor swift 🫶 “ by @whourfeyrac

warnings: drinking, taking shots, a few swears, mentions of making out, kissing, fluffy fluff fluff

word count: ~1.9k

there i was again tonight

forcing laughter faking smiles

same old tired, lonely place

you were not particularly excited to be in a bar right now. you weren’t in the mood, you hardly ever were, but sometimes when you faked a good time it turns into one.

you’d much rather be home, under your favorite blanket, watching Robin on how i met your mother obsess over the vancouver canucks and think “same. same, robin.”

but nope, your amazing best friend Anna decided it was a “put on your hottest outfit and go out” night. and you were going to murder her. politely because you love her, but murder nonetheless.

“y/n do a shot with me!” Anna shouted with glee.

“i can’t take shots without gagging you know that,” you sighed.

“ah yes, but this is a mixed shot. a cocktail shot if you will. it’s called a cement mixer, it’s got bailey’s, lime juice, and vodka and then it’s mixed to be kinda foamy and you take it immediately and it sounds gross but it’s really good, i promise!” she was practically begging at this point. you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at her, and caved.

turns out, it was in fact very good and you have had three of them over a span of 45 minutes. and you have been gifted with being a lightweight, so those shots got you decently buzzed.

walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

vanished when I saw your face

you quickly sobered up when you spotted a brunette boy across the bar. he was sitting a table with a couple of other guys and he had a mesmerizing laugh. he looked so good in a backwards hat and it was like sophie’s choice as to rather you want him to keep it on or take it off for you to get a better look at his locks.

“Anna Anna Anna Anna,” you repeatedly hit your friend each time you said her name.

“what?” she laughed.

“look at him!”

“there’s like four guys at that table which one are you talk-“

“holy fuck almighty he’s looking at me!”

your eyes whispered, "have we met?"

'cross the room your silhouette

starts to make its way to me

“looks like he’s bringing a friend,” Anna smirked.

“you can have him,” you quickly whispered to her as the two boys got closer.

“why hello boys, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Anna said playfully, putting her elbow on the table and resting her head in her palm.

“Jamie here caught this one’s eye and just had to come over,” the guy’s, or apparently Jamie’s, friend said. you were the “this one” in question.

“well that’s good, ‘cause i got physically abused by y/n over how good she says he looks,” Anna grinned at the friend. “let’s leave them, shall we?”

Jamie’s friend took Anna’s arm and allowed Jamie to take her seat across from you.

the playful conversation starts

counter all your quick remarks

like passing notes in secrecy

“physically abused her, huh?” Jamie grinned.

“if you would’ve smiled at me, i probably would’ve socked her,” you joked, and felt yourself heating up when he barked out a laugh.

“i can’t decide if i wish that happened or not.”

“guess we’ll never know,” you tutted playfully.

the more you two talked and joked and got to know each other, the more you wanted. but the night was closing, final call was in ten minutes, and yet it felt as if no time had past at all. he made you feel comfortable, and you never wanted to stop hearing his voice.

and it was enchanting to meet you

all i can say is, i was enchanted to meet you

“did you two kids have fun?” Jamie’s friend, Trevor you learned, asked as he threw his arm around Jamie’s shoulders. you looked over at Anna and saw that dopey look on her face she gets whenever she makes out with somebody.

“we did. did you?” you smirked at Anna who gave you a cheeky grin, “very much so.”

as Jamie was listening to Trevor and Anna speak, you quickly wrote your number on a napkin and hid it under your arm.

“our chariot has arrived outside my love,” Anna said to you in a posh voice. “alas, we must part kind sirs. i do hope we meet again sometime.”

“us too,” Jamie laughed.

you slid over the napkin to him nonchalantly as you stood to walk out with Anna, bidding your own farewells.

the night is sparkling, don't you let it go

i’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

i was enchanted to meet you

“how did you talk to him all night and not kiss him?!” Anna asked you when you two settled in your bedroom.

“i don’t know, but i didn’t really want to. i mean, i do, i really, really do— but he… i don’t know how to explain it. it was… enchanting. i got lost in his voice, and his eyes, and i never wanted to stop listening to his laugh. did you know they play hockey? i wanna to watch them, i wanna see how he moves on the ice, i wanna be his biggest fan.”

“ms. wonderstruck i think you already are,” Anna laughed. “i kinda wanna see them play too, but alas, sleep yearns for me.”

“do you ever plan on speaking normally again?” you giggled.

“haven’t decided yet. i bid thee goodnight!”

“goodnight!”

the lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

i wonder 'til i’m wide awake

and now i’m pacing back and forth

wishing you were at my door

i’d open up and you would say, "hey"

Jamie would not leave your mind. at some point in the night, your spiraling thoughts ceased and sleep was granted to you. but your thoughts of Jamie still crept their way into your dreams. you dreamt of being in a relationship with him, you dreamt of kissing him, relishing in the taste of him. you never wanted to wake up and find that none of it was true.

this is me praying that

this was the very first page

not where the story line ends

my thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

your ringer was still on from last night in case you and Anna got (not purposely) separated from each other, so your very loud text tone woke you up.

it was an unknown number, but the name that was signed at the end of the text brought a huge smile to your face.

‘good morning :) i had a great time last night, and just wanted to tell you i have morning skate soon and that i did not throw away your number and will not be ignoring you. in fact, my goal to talk to you at all times of the day until you’re sick of me. hope you slept good! ~Jamie’

he is the cutest boy to ever cute and you decided on blue and purple as your wedding colors and Anna will give the best maid of honor speech and Jamie will look so good you’ll want to kiss him and hit him for looking too damn good at your wedding ceremony.

Anna bursting through your bedroom door pulled you out of your trance and scared you, making your phone fly out of your hands and land across the bed.

“good morning?!” you laughed.

“did Jamie text you?”

“yes?”

“so you know about morning skate.”

“could you move to the point faster i’m a little confused.”

“still wanna see them play?”

Anna was practically shoving you into your clothes to get you ready to leave on time to meet Jamie and Trevor outside the area to be let in before practice started. but when you got there, it was just Trevor outside.

“good morning, ladies!” Trevor beamed, dragging out the ‘oo’ sound. he hugged Anna and kissed her cheek and caught you off guard by bringing you in for a hug as well. “you miss y/n, are a surprise to Jimmy. he did not shut up about you last night!”

“Jimmy?”

“that’s what i call him, keep up.”

you and Anna sat in the middle of the seats to watch the team skate. Jamie was beautiful on the ice, and you couldn’t help but be drawn back into your thoughts as you watched.

please don't be in love with someone else

please don't have somebody waiting on you

Jamie practically ran over to you after practice when he saw you and Anna, “y/n! i didn’t know you were coming!”

“i assumed you did when Anna dragged me out of bed but apparently it was a surprise,” you smiled.

Jamie, slightly wet from his shower, hugged you, another surprise to you, “it’s a wonderful surprise. want to get lunch?”

while you hoped it would just be you and Jamie, Trevor is apparently very codependent and invited him and Anna to join. Jamie told you so, but you found it kind of cute. you’d also be codependent with Jamie if you were in his shoes, and you desperately want to be in his shoes. maybe you can share him.

lunch was fun, and hearing Jamie laugh again was music to your ears. he kept looking at you with kind eyes each time you spoke and blushed whenever you would smile at him. you never wanted the rose to fade from his cheeks.

when you left the restaurant, Jamie slipped his hand into yours and walked slowly to create some distance between you two and the other pair holding hands.

“i really like you,” he rushed out. “shit sorry that was really forward.”

“nonsense,” you giggled. “i like forward.”

he stopped you two from walking and turned to face you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you breathed. god he looked perfect in the sunlight.

“tell me if this is too forward,” he said low. he reached to cup your cheek and brought you face up to lean down and kiss you.

it was better than you imagined. it was soft, and slow. etches of your two coffee orders lingered on both your lips, and suddenly his order was the best thing on the planet. you’d forever associate the taste of caramel coffee with him.

“not at all,” you breathed out as you parted.

“yeah?” he smiled.

“yeah,” you smiled back.

“so can i do it again?”

“you can do it whenever you want.”

the biggest grin you’ve ever seen appeared on his face when he leaned down to kiss you again.

“wooo!” you heard Anna cheer.

“that’s my boy!” Trevor clapped.

you two parted laughing at your best friends.

“you’re ruining a moment here!” Jamie shouted.

“we’re making it better!”

you rolled your eyes at them and then grabbed Jamie’s neck to bring him down again. you heard the clicks of Anna’s phone snapping pictures and couldn’t care less. this moment was yours.

so maybe, he isn’t in love with somebody else.

it was you waiting on him.

and he came.

i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

i was enchanted to meet you

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl players #jamie drysdale fluff #jamie drysdale fic

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honeypuffle · 29 days

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Forbidden Love | Chapter Two

A/N - Hey guys! Thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter and prologue, and I hope you like this one just as much to! Don't forget to signup for the tag list so you can be notified when I post new chapters!

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The castle of Hogwarts would always be like a second home to me. I grinned, grabbing Mattheo's hand and leading him quickly up the stairs and into the entrance before the Great Hall where my grandmother sat, watching all of the first years coming in. I quickly looked around before finding Pansy, Theodore, and our other friends and walked over to them, dropping Mattheo's hand. He didn't say anything to acknowledge it, but instead was neutral once more from his previous, happier, self in the boat.

We all focused our attention towards Nana- no, Professor McGonagall, as she began. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" She clapped her hands, looking between groups of students before finding my eyes. "Now," she moved her gaze from me to other students, "in a few moments, you will pass through and join your classmates. But, before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses." She explained, before finally resting her gaze on a pair upfront, a boy with flaming red hair- he must be a Weasley, and a brunette with a bowl cut and circular glasses.

I loved Fred and George, Percy was okay, but I had met all of the Weasley siblings that had been through Hogwarts thanks to Nana, and was excited to finally be at school with them. I hope I could be friends with him, too. Nana's voice broke me from my thoughts of the Weasley family, "They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." Pansy nudged me, smiling. "Now, while you are here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will earn the House Cup."

McGonagall is broken from her speech as a toad croaks loudly on the top floor. "Trevor!" A young boy calls out, dashing for his toad as he grabs it. Ah, this must be the boy that lost his toad, what was his name again? Neville! He looks up at Nana apologetically as she stares down at him with a disapproving stare. "Sorry." He nods, awkwardly shifting back into the crowd with his, now found, toad.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." Professor McGonagall nods before heading to the Great Hall, herself. Pansy wastes no time in turning to me.

"I'm so excited!" She raves, a bright smile on her face. I can't help but smile back as Mattheo shakes his head at us.

We are briefly interrupted of our conversation as Draco swaggers to the front step, two rather- how should I put it? Large?- boys follow him like cronies. "It's true then," he speaks loudly, causing the rest of the first years to snap their attention towards him, "what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." He speaks boldly as Mattheo's grin once more fades into a look of seriousness. If any students weren't paying attention to the slick back blond, they certainly were now.

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He nodded at the two cronies- er, Crabbe and Goyle, sorry- before addressing the round rimmed spectacle boy again, causing the Weasley sibling to snicker. "Think my names funny, do you?" Draco asked, offendedly before beginning to asses the boy. "No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley."

The red-head's face has lost it's humor as he now glared at Draco, who had now turned to address Harry once more. "You'll soon find out that some wizard families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you with that." He outstretched his hand, offering Potter to shake it.

Harry made no move to take the handshake offer instead stating, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." It was at this time that Nana had reappeared from the Great Hall, tapping Draco over the shoulder with a scroll.

She shot him yet another disapproving look as he scurried off before she addressed us all again, "We are ready for you now." We paired up in partners as we walked into the Great Hall. I looked up at the enchanted ceiling, the night sky illuminated in part by magic and the floating candles all around. Pansy noticed my airy looks and glanced to the ceiling herself.

"It is really pretty." She whispered to me and I smiled at her. I looked around the tables now, seeing if I could find any of my friends. I noticed the Weasley twins look at me and I smiled and waved. They sat next to Oliver Wood, who I also waved at. All three waved back before resuming their attention towards the front.

Once all the first years came to the front, Professor McGonagall directed us all around the stage, but not quite on it. "Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

The older wizard stood up, causing any remaining chatter that remained in the Great Hall to silent. "I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce." He began as I looked between my friends. "Please note that the dark forest is off-limits to all first year students." Mattheo looks slightly bothered by this, and I shoot him a confused look. He doesn't seem to notice. "Also, our caretaker, Mr Filch," he motions towards a rather scrappy man, holding a beautiful cat. Ms. Norris!

"Nana told me that when she's in her animagus form, that cat actually is afraid of him." I whisper to Mattheo, attempting to lighten his intense mood. He seems to lose the fight of controlling his chuckle before shooting me a smile, his shoulders dropping to a more relaxed state. There we go.

"has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Dumbledore concludes before sitting down, causing almost every student in the hall at least a little confusion- if not concern. Well alright, then. . .

Professor McGonagall then commanded the hall, "When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." She paused, looking down to the now opened scroll she held in her hands, "Hermione Granger!"

The girl who interrupted us on the train stepped forward, looking nervous. I gave her a sympathetic smile as she sat on the stool, and she returned it briefly, grateful for a friend. It was then I noticed Pansy giving her a glare. I could understand why, but I would absolutely hate to go first in the Sorting ceremony.

The old brown hat suddenly jolts alive, "Ah. Right then, hm... right. Okay. Better be, Gryffindor!" The hat shouts as the red and gold table bursts into claps.

"Draco Malfoy." Nana calls next, after taking the hat from the previous girl's head. The blond swaggers forward yet again as we all watch with amusement.

The hat barely touches his hair before shouting, "Slytherin!" This time it's the green and silver table's turn to cheer emphatically.

"Susan Bones." McGonagall calls as a small red-headed girl walks up. The hat thinks for a moment before concluding her house.

"Hm... Hufflepuff!" It bellows as the yellow and black house cheers.

"Ronald Weasley." My eyes jolt to Fred and George, as they look expectantly at their younger sibling, almost in anticipation.

My eyes flicker to Draco, who is now sat at the Slytherin table, glaring daggers at the boy on the stool. "Gryffindor!" The hat finally called out, causing my attention to be regained.

"Pansy Parkinson!" The girl next to me freezes, an almost scared look coming across her face for a moment as she replaces it with confidence. I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze before quickly letting it go. I sent her a kind smile to which she returned, giving me a nod before heading up to the rickety stool.

The hat is placed on her head, and seems to ponder for a moment before finally shouting, "Slytherin!" as the girl heaves a sigh of relief. I clap for her, alongside the far table before Nana called the next name.

"Harry Potter." The hall falls into a series of gasps and whispers as I noticed the brunette boy next to me tense up once more. Only, this time it's Theodore who nudges him out of his seriousness as the hat is placed on the other boy's head.

"Gryffindor!" The hat calls, causing Gryffindor to cheer the loudest of any table tonight.

It's not until the next name is called that the hall falls silent once more. "Mattheo Riddle." Gasps once again echo against the walls as Mattheo is almost frozen. He isn't moving and Theodore can't make him. I take a step towards the boy, rubbing circles in his back before giving him a light shove.

He looks back at me with a look of betrayal, to which I give a small smile back at him. He nods, understanding now as he goes towards the stool. The hat is placed on his head. It takes a moment before making it's decision, "Slytherin!" It bellows as the snake table lets out a cheer that could rival the Gryffindors'.

Professor McGonagall smiles to herself before calling the next name. "Y/N McGonagall." She calls, some of the older students almost rising out of their seats to see me as I sit. Nana winks at me as she places the hat on my head, offering a warm smile.

"Ah, another McGonagall." The hat's voice rings in my head as I suddenly sit up straight. "Yet also, another Selwyn..." My brows furrow as the hat mention's my mother's maiden name. My eyes flicker to the Slytherin table, where I notice Mattheo and Pansy looking at me intently. "A unique inkling for knowledge, just like your grandmother. Yet, you possess a fierce courageousness as well." The hat chimes as I look worriedly up at it. "Yet there's plenty of ambition and resourcefulness too. . . But where to put you?" It asks before I whisper to it.

"Slytherin."

"Yet the only reason you ask for Slytherin is because of your loyalty to friends." The hat responded quickly. "But, if that's what you want, better be it then." The hat finishes it's talk in my head before booming it's final decision, "Slytherin!"

I stand up quickly, my grandmother's warm smile not leaving her face even for a moment as she gives me a quick hug before I'm off to my table. I have a feeling that I'm going to love it here.

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mamaestapa · 3 months

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okay here are my jamie thoughts. SORRY JAMIE I LOVE YOU

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PRAISE KINK!! i mean, come on now, it’s jamie we’re talking about. i’m sure he doesn’t mind degrading here and there but he’s definitely better at praise.

ALSO another one who’s thought about a threesome with a teammate or friend. trevor and jamie ahem

just because how he normally is and personality wise, he’s definitely more vanilla in the bed. BUT that doesn’t mean he can’t get rough. it might just take a few for him to do so.

HES FUCKING OBSESSED WITH YOUR BODY. we all know trevor is too.. oh lord. anyways, your ass, thighs, boobs, anything he can kiss and love on, you’ve got him 🫡

he’s a switch and i hope yall get me on this. it’s just pretty self explainable

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okay so that’s all i can think of for right now. also to add onto trevor’s… mirrors. i just feel like that gets him going even more. i mean, can you blame him?

i think i just melted. AH once again you are SO RIGHT with all of these😩

jamie 1000% has a praise kink. just look at him. like he’s so sweet and it definitely shows in the bedroom. constant praises all the time, doesn’t matter who’s giving or receiving or what’s happening

threesome. (with trevor) nuff said, i will not elaborate on that because i know deep down we ALL agree👀

YES. i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again: jamie drysdale is vanilla missionary sex and that’s so okay! it’d be so perfect and so sweet. he’d make you feel so loved. but he can get rough, he can get rough and omg just thinking about that has me ahhhhh🫠🫠

jamie worships every inch of you body, he’s obsessed. obsessed with everything about you, he loves to leave kisses everywhere and just show you how much he loves you and your body.

jamie is a switch. i so agree. SO AGREE WITH YOU ON THAT ONE.

just one chance jamie, that’s all i ask😩 i need a man like him omg.

…

(AND MIRRORS WITH TREVOR OMF- i think my heart just stopped and i fell to my knees? he is ABSOLUTELY fucking you in front of a mirror fs)

#asks #my mutuals<3 #jamie d asks #jamie drysdale #trevor z asks #your thoughts are too good babe too good

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 10 months

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Hcs off modern Castlevania chars? Like jobs/friends & stuff

Ask: Hcs off modern Castlevania chars? Like jobs/friends & stuff

A/N: In this, most people are living sort of happily ever after. Does that make them OOC, yes it does. Do I care? No, I don’t.

👷‍♂️ Modern-Day Castlevania Headcanons: Jobs 👩‍⚕️

I see Trevor as something of a detective/cop, but I don’t think he’d be down with working for the system. Being a P.I. or an independent security contractor of some sort would probably suit his personality better. He’s the cool kinda punk that strikes fear into the hearts of violent bigots but is also somehow seen as a safe adult to little kids. Which he doesn’t mind. He finds it useful that only those hiding something or guilty of something see him as a threat. He’s not the best with kids, but he’s nice enough to them. He was on his own a lot from a very young age- definitely a latch-key kid- so he feels a fair share of protectiveness when it comes to them.

Sypha strikes me as a natural protector/nurturer, so maybe a preschool/grade-school teacher or physical therapist? She loves learning and sharing that knowledge with others. I can absolutely see her leading workshops related to whatever it is she’s chosen to have a career in. And she’s great with everyone- adults, kids, seniors, animals- you name it, they love Sypha. (Except for assholes and Karens of course.)

Alucard is introverted by nature, and also a lifelong student like Sypha. He’s also the inheritor/keeper of his father’s money and his mother’s wisdom. For that reason, I see him as a History or Anthropology Professor- at the college level and above. Maybe even an eventual department head. He’s very serious, and doesn’t have the demeanor for working with children or amateurs; he wants to teach people who are just as committed as he is to what they’re learning. His whole life he feels like his purpose is greater than what it currently is, and because of that, he’s never quite content with the life he’s living. He feels like something or someone is missing from his journey.

I think the three of them would become friends eventually, but one like one of those friend groups that makes absolutely no sense to people outside it. Like, you wouldn’t expect a rough and tumble cop-hating anarchist, a feisty, yet kind-hearted physical therapist, and a tall skinny history academic to be besties, yet there they are.

Maybe they’d meet at a conference somewhere. Like a wellness convention/conference is taking place at Alucard’s college, Sypha’s a prominent speaker (ah! pun not intended) there, and Trevor’s company is providing extra security.

Maybe there’s some kind of snafu, and there’s like an assailant loose on campus or something. Trevor’s chasing the guy, but Alucard sees him coming and decides he’ll help out and head the bad guy off. But in the end, the two men are beaten to the quick by Sypha, who stops the guy in the most impressively timed frisbee toss they’ve ever seen. The two men insist on talking Sypha out for coffee- and getting to know her, because, let’s be honest, who wouldn't want to be friends with Sypha? The three of them get to talking and the rest is history.

Dracula is someone who just has power- he doesn’t have to amass it, it just naturally comes to him. He’s the type to gather fortune and invest it in a bunch of different properties and revolutionary pharmaceutical investment opportunities. He’s the Big Guy in the Chair. And then he just sort of, fucks off to his mansion to do whatever he wants. He’s a recluse- he deems human interaction pointless and unnecessary as a man of his stature. Who needs to leave the house when you can just pay people to do everything for you? He’d much rather be alone anyway. Of course that all changes when he meets Lisa.

Lisa, similar to her nature in the show, would be a physician of some sort. I could see her being especially interested in women’s medicine or infectious disease as it disproportionately affects those in need, and she has a very strong internal sense of justice. Maybe she seeks out Vlad because he’s the big cheese CEO of a pharmaceutical company that’s publicly refusing to lower the cost of a specific drug that would revolutionize her patients’ care. She’d find out where he lived, bang on his door, and demand he lower his profit margins right now. Of course, no one has ever had the balls to say such a thing to his face before, and Drac falls in love pretty much instantly.

The two of them are a power couple: he still maintains so much fortune and sway, but his partnership with Lisa makes him see ways to use it for good. He starts charities and fundraisers- he shocks the wealthy world by going rogue- and gives away most of what he earns instead of hoarding it. And it’s no secret it’s thanks to Lisa.

Now Hector: I know everyone headcanons Hector as being a veterinarian, but for me, I think it makes more sense for him to be a mortuary or a medical examiner. He’s lovely with his pets, but at the same time, I don’t think he has the stomach to do what vets have to do. Vets have to talk to owners and their families and be personable and bright. He sees his pets as possessions, not family members. So a job where it’s just him and no one else- no crying kid or elderly companion to reassure would be better suited for him.

Hector is naturally inquisitive- a trait we saw even when he was imprisoned, so I think being a medical examiner would be very rewarding to him. He’d find it invigorating, to get down the truth of a mysterious death or shocking murder. And because he’s not squeamish, he’d be very clear and articulate presenting information on the stand.

Issac’s big thing throughout the series is loyalty and personal growth. S2 Isacc and S4 Issac are very different people. So I’m basing this more on S4 Isaac. I think he’d benefit in a position of some power, but also of some charity. Maybe as a politician or a professional lobbyist. He advocates for causes he believes are just and does not shy away from verbal confrontation when it comes to hashing out right vs. wrong.

I could see this being the way he meets Vlad and Hector. If some sort of tragedy or panic happened, and a large emergency medical response was involved, I could see Isacc propositioning Dracula for donations, in exchange for dinner and a chance to sway his mind about a certain political vote. Hector would be on the other end of that tragedy, dealing with those who lost their lives. Perhaps Issac seeks out Hector as a form of outreach, to prove he is committed to what he says he stands for. He connects Hector with Dracula, and the three of them find they’re all rather pleasant company compared to the majority of the unremarkable humans out there. They can all look death in the face and feel no fear. They don’t do bullshit, and they get along well because of it.

#castlevania headcanons #castlevania imagine #modern!au #castlevania modern!au #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania #alucard castlevania #trevor belmont #alucard tepes #sypha belnades #castlevania hector #hector castlevania #isaac laforeze #isaac castlevania #vlad dracula tepes #dracula castlevania #lisa tepes #lisa tepes castlevania #hc

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monarchisms · 2 years

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thanks for the request, anon! ♡

【Michael: “You definitely didn’t. You said- you said “That’s great!””】

#achievement hunter #between the games #trevor collins #and also michael #but i had to cut him out to make the gifs loop better #hey gamers i learned how to add alt text because of the fansite's html #people should be able to see it for the screenshot of the ask i got #e's gifs #fake ah q

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sugartitstownley · 4 months

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💙 A Trikey Lookbook 🧡

Here’s a collection of some fun Trikey stuff. I forgot Tumblr has a 10 image limit, so I had to combine some images, and there’s definitely going to be a part 2 and possibly part 3 because I have so many things in my gallery.

Warnings: Talk of violence but nothing too graphic, rude comments over weight, explicit language, sexual innuendos and but no actual smut.

Michael watches with a disapproving look as Trevor hangs up newspaper articles and images of their various dealings across town.

“T, do you have to hang it like it’s fuckin’ artwork?” Michael huffs, pointing at the paper on the upper left. “I feel like I’m comin’ too close to landing my ass in jail. That Lawrence guy named me for Christ’s sake — and it’s your fault!”

Trevor smirks. “Ah, come on, Mikey! It slipped out. Whats the big deal? We’ll be in a new town tomorrow.”

“The big deal is that I prefer not to have my name plastered on the evening news!”

“Relax,” Trevor rubs his hand up and down Michael’s tricep. “Wear it like a badge of honor. Your name is in the paper, and those idiots still have no idea who you are. You’re a fuckin’ legend!”

At that, Michael finally cracks a smile. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And you’re hot, too,” Trevor says while taping up the sticky note next to Michael’s picture, his smirk growing as he listens to the shorter man laugh beside him.

“Now that I knew already.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

Overplayed Christmas songs and the faint smell of gingerbread fill the house. Michael can barley make out the sound of Amanda griping to her father over his questions about her chosen profession and when she was going to “grow up.”

He knows he should be out there pretending to enjoy the family bickering and Christmas cheer, but he honestly feels like a fish out of water.

The family, the gift wrapping, the normalcy — it’s certainly better than any holiday he spent during his youth. Still, he can’t help but compare it to every year with his maniacal counterpart, Trevor.

“Mikey-boy, got those beers you were wanting,” Trevor says, dropping the six pack on to the motel bed. “I better be rewarded. It was hell out there.”

Michael glances over from his spot on the bed, his eyes immediately drawn to Trevor’s once-clean outfit that has now become disheveled and stained with dark red within the short time the man was gone. “The fuck happened?”

“This fucking family,” Trevor starts while stripping from his clothes, not bothering to warn Mike since it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. “All I did was tell the father to watch his fucking kids before they get hit by oncoming traffic.”

Michael, knowing there’s way more to the story than his partner in crime is telling him, shoots him a look. “Jesus Christ. Did you kill him in front of his kids?”

“What? No! God, M. Who do you think I am? I killed the kids first obviously since he clearly didn’t give a shit about them,” Trevor shrugs, pulling on a fresh pair of sweatpants.

Seeing Michael’s face pale, Trevor quickly continues. “I’m kidding! Sweet Jesus. I hit a deer, so I gutted him a little for meat. You’re welcome.”

Michael sighs softly, relieved that Trevor hasn’t done anything to prematurely set off alarm bells to local authorities for their next score. “Sorry, T. Just on edge, I think.”

“Come on,” Trevor grabs the beer pack and pulls Michael up by his hand, leading him over to their portable oven. “Let’s bake some cookies, probably ruin them since that’s our tradition, and then just watch one of those fruity fuckin’ movies you like.”

A knock on the door brings Michael out of his flashback, and a few seconds later, Amanda‘s head pops through the door, followed by her hands holding two decorated Christmas cookies.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Amanda asks, gesturing to the letter beneath his hand.

“Nothing, nothing,” He stands up, dropping the marker, vowing to finish the letter later and send it out in the morning. “I’m coming.”

He grabs the sugar cookie out of her hand and takes a bite as he follows her back into the living room. Somehow, the golden brown cookie with a soft center and a delicate balance of sweetness is no match for the dry and crumbly cookie sporting burnt edges and artificial flavors that he’s used to tasting every year with Trevor.

God, he misses him.

“How the hell did you even get into my office without security stopping you?”

Trevor looks up from his office chair at the Vanilla Unicorn to see Michael standing over him. “What?”

“This,” Michael drops the paper in front of the other man. “What does this mean, Trev? I thought we were over this shit.”

“First of all, Michael, I will decide when we are over it,” Trevor snaps. “Second — can’t a guy joke around anymore without there being some deeper, psychological reason for it?”

“With you? I think there’s always a deeper, psychological reason,” he grins. “But c’mon, how’d you get this in the studio?”

“I’m a seasoned robber, pork chop. Don’t you think I could get in without anyone knowing?”

“Uh, you’re more the type to be so loud and brash that everyone ends up knowing you’re there.”

Trevor shrugs, knowing his running buddy has some sort of point. “Alright, I told them we were married, and I needed to see you.”

Michael laughs, but his amusement is short lived when Trevor’s face stays earnest. “You didn’t.”

“I sure did, Mikey. And a few of those assholes weren’t very supportive, so you need to watch the company you keep, man.”

“Trevor! I work with those people! They all know I’m married to Amanda. What did they say? Were they shocked?”

“Not one soul was shocked,” Trevor huffs out a laugh. “Eighty percent of Vinewood is in the closet.”

Michael falters. “But … I’m not. I’m not —”

“I think we both know that’s not true, sugar.”

First dates. They were one hundred and ten percent first dates — or were they? What even is a date?

Longing looks, some sort of nerves, maybe a sprinkle of sexual tension for a lot of people — Christ. By that definition, he and Trevor had been on nothing but dates their whole lives with one another.

It’s not that Michael didn’t know there is something between them, but what that something is often eluded him.

He had miraculously talked Trevor into going to a Los Santos Panic game. Neither guy was a sports fanatic — Trevor choosing to forgo watching sports altogether for the most part because, in his words, “if I wanted to watch a bunch of guys touch balls, I’d just watch porn,” and Michael was undoubtedly more of a movie buff since most games only reminded him of what could have blossomed out of his high school football career.

Nonetheless, Michael indulged in a game or two — if not for the game itself, at least for the buttered popcorn and greasy hotdogs.

“You know that shit is bad for you, right? One day, I’m going to have to call the paramedics to haul your fat carcass out of the bed after you have a heart attack in your sleep.”

Michael rolls his eyes before halfheartedly giving Trevor a shove. “Ha, ha. Very funny, cocksucker.”

“It’s not a mean insult if it’s true, Mikey.”

Their next “date” is at Beachwalk Bistro near Vespucci Beach. Both men slipped into some unspoken agreement that they are delicately walking the line between friendship and more.

Michael fidgets with his napkin, glancing over at Trevor who seems uncharacteristically uneasy as well. The air crackles around them with an energy, a blend of nostalgic and unexplored feelings.

Michael clears his throat. “So, uh, how’s life?”

Trevor smirks, his eyes glistening with amusement. “How’s life? You mean since you last saw me yesterday?”

Michael gives a subtle sigh before changing the subject completely. “Amanda and I are getting divorced.”

At that, Trevor nods. “Yeah, Jimmy told me.”

A look of shock crosses Michael’s face, but before he can ask, the waiter comes over and interrupts them. They hastily place their orders before retreating into silence.

As the night unfolds, their conversation sticks — for the most part — around work, upcoming plans with Franklin and Lamar, and anything else but the emotions lingering beneath the surface. That doesn’t stop Trevor from brushing his hand against Michael’s while grabbing at his plate for a taste or Michael from taking an extra long glance at his best friend.

With plates emptied and stacked, they both leave the restaurant, choosing to make the short trek to Vespucci Beach and walk.

There is a hesitant pause before Trevor breaks the silence. “This wasn’t terrible, Mikey.”

“It was different.”

Trevor hums in agreement, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, different. In a good way.”

Their eyes met, a shared understanding between them. The unspoken tension that’s been building since Trevor made his way back into Michael’s life gave way to a warmth that only hinted at the depth of their connection.

Michael reached out his hand and tentatively linked his fingers through Trevor’s, and the taller man reciprocated immediately by giving a subtle squeeze.

“We’ve been through a lot of fucked up shit, Trev,” Michael says, stopping along the water to look at Trevor. “I know we’ve worked through most of it by now, but I didn’t really expect things to turn out like this.”

“Life’s full of surprises, sugar.”

Their eyes meet, and suddenly one — or both — are leaning in to finally close the distance. The first brush of their lips ignits the metaphorical spark that has been smoldering for months.

As they pull back, neither man is quick to say anything. Instead, Michael just tugs on Trevor’s hand, and they head down the beach once again.

“So, Mikey. Kissing your best friend on the beach under the moonlight. A little cliche, even for you, don’t you think?”

Michael just grins and shakes his head. “What? You’ve never had a fantasy?”

“Well, there was one,” Trevor starts. “We kill a bunch of those bikers, dump their bodies in the river, then fuck in their van — or keep their bodies in the van … you know, if you’re into that.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Michael mutters. “Let’s just keep our thoughts to ourselves from now on.”

“Your loss.”

Yeah, they were definitely dates.

“You’re ‘embarrassed’ for us? You’re the one who spray-painted that in the first place!”

“I was trying to be loving,” Trevor huffs. “At least I didn’t take a picture of my meal like I’m a middle-aged white mom on Lifeinvader.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael says, running his hands through Trevor’s grown-out hair. “Make fun all you want. You wrote ‘Trevor plus Mikey’ on the wall. You love me.”

“Shut the fuck up before I tell Amanda about the time you wore her underwear.”

Michael points a finger at his boyfriend. “That was one god damn time, and it was only because you asked.”

Trevor laughs. “You looked pretty, sugar. Don’t worry.”

“You can’t avoid her forever, Mikey.”

Michael groans, his head resting in his hands as he lays on their shared bed. “Tracey saw the notes, T. She knows.”

“Well, we do live together now. I’m pretty sure she already knows.”

“No,” Michael drops his hands to meet Trevor’s eyes. “Christ. She knows what the notes said. How the fuck can I look her in the eyes now?”

Trevor’s face scrunches up in confusion. “You divorced her mom to shack up with her uncle. How the fuck could you look her in the eyes before?”

Michael tries to glare at him, but it doesn’t come off as menacing as years prior — it never does now. “I know you ain’t wrong, but you don’t have to say it.”

“She loves you. Stop worrying.”

“But —”

“‘No buts,” Trevor cuts him off, placing a kiss on the top of his head. “She just wants you happy. So stop moping like a sad sack of shit and come cuddle me.”

“Now who’s the one hanging shit like it’s art?”

Michael feels Trevor wrap his arms around him from behind and place a kiss on his neck. “What do you mean, T?”

“Has your memory deteriorated already? You used to hate when I’d pin up pictures of our various … activities.”

“That was different,” Michael links one of his hands with Trevor’s, who are still wrapped around his waist, and uses the other one to sort through more photos before landing on one. “Do you remember this night back in North Yankton?”

Trevor lets his gaze fall down to the photo, which shows a young Michael and Trevor sporting a buzz cut and long hair respectively. They’re standing in front of a fire, the soft glow from the flames highlighting their features. Trevor, who has one arm around the shorter man’s shoulders is flipping off the camera, and Michael is smirking up at Trevor like he just said something amusing before the flash went off.

“Sure do, pork chop,” Trevor says. “Think Brad took this one. More importantly, I couldn’t forget this night if I tried. Your questionable singing still haunts my nightmares.”

Michael chuckles, reaching for another photo. “I thought I sounded pretty good.”

“Keep dreaming,” Trevor unwraps his arms around Michael to look through the remaining photos. “Can I add stuff to this board too?”

“So long as it doesn’t scar anyone,” Michael jokes.

“No promises, Mikey.”

#michael de santa #michael townley #trikey #trevor philips

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go-to-the-mirror · 1 year

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I joke a lot about Jon's tendency to get kidnapped, but honestly it's horrifying. Like, first kidnapping he goes from one near death experience to another, then has to go and confront his evil boss while still being threatened with death if he doesn't get results, Elias drops a bunch of bombshells, and is a victim blaming prick, then has to go home, records another statement -- that we know are draining, then takes Georgie's statement, and oh yeah in the week prior to this he wasn't at Georgie's home, and right he's got a burn and a neck wound that haven't got medical attention, and all of the above happened in the span of at absolute maximum two days.

(cont. under the cut)

Second kidnapping lasts for a month. A month of being tortured by lotion mannequins. Ah, there's some fridge horror to think back on. And then, his "rescue" is Michael threatening to kill him, and he accepts because dying is better than staying there, where he's presumably come to the -- unfortunately correct -- assumption that no one is coming for him. And then when Helen replaces/becomes Michael, he still doesn't know that he'll live. For all he knows, he is willingly walking through a door to his own death. And when he comes back he has to have a conversation with the aforementioned victim blaming prick, and stop Melanie from trying to kill Elias, who then blames him for her being stuck there, oh- and then has to record another statement.

(There's a fantastic meta of this. There's also another one that's a sort of continuation (and here it is on the wayback machine.)

The third kidnapping is somehow more tame than the other ones, which is horrifying in of itself, because how the hell is a kidnapping more tame than the other kidnappings. Especially when Julia and Trevor do make it very clear that they will kill Jon if he is a threat to them. This is tame. This is the one that has the least chance of him ending up dead at the end of it. What the fuck. At least in his third kidnapping he lives up to his reputation of World's Worst Kidnappee.

In conclusion, vote for Jon in the "Tumblr's Poorest Little Meow Meow" competition. This man did not get kidnapped three times to be upstaged by Will Graham.

Also, another, better, conclusion, Jon's really had a rough go of it, and although the jokes are quite funny, and I make them a lot, when you think about it it's like. What the hell.

@a-mag-a-day

#the magnus archives #mag 91 #mag 92 #mag 99 #mag 101 #mag 107 #mag 109 #jonathan sims #tma #tma spoilers #the magnus archives spoilers #tw suicide #cw suicide #tw kidnapping #cw kidnapping #a mag a day #tma 109 #landscaping your mind chapter one

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throw me a curve, i'll catch it

Fandom: Suits Ship: Marvey (platonic, can be read as pre-slash) Wordcount: ~500 words Summary: Mike and Harvey meet as kids. Harvey is the pitcher on his high school baseball team, and sometimes, Trevor can't always be there to save Mike from bullies.

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The kid's eyes are wide and impossibly blue. Like it's heaven that's watching. Maybe that should make Harvey nervous. He looks at Harvey with begrudging admiration, but also like he's hungry for what Harvey has. Harvey isn't unfamiliar with such looks, but usually they stem from jealousy.

Mike doesn't seem jealous. He seems curious. Like he's absorbing every detail so he can practice it later in front of a mirror.

If it's supposed to intimidate him, it doesn't work. If anything, it makes Harvey's chest puff with pride. Yes, people admire him. Yes, people want to be him. But Harvey has never been a role model before, and certainly not for somebody with such a keen eye for detail. If Harvey slips, Mike will notice. And he won't be afraid to call him out.

(Maybe a part of him is nervous. But that would be stupid. Mike's just a kid, and Harvey doesn't do nervous.)

Harvey has long since learned to bear the pressure of being watched gracefully. But this is different. Mike doesn't watch him because he hopes Harvey will fuck up. Mike watches him because he expects Harvey to be better. (Worthy.) It's a challenge, and Harvey loves a challenge. It makes winning all the more sweet. And above all, it makes him want to give the kid something to chase.

"Hey, kid," he says. "Wanna learn how to throw a punch?"

"You know my name," says Mike.

"Sure I do. Kid."

Mike rolls his eyes. "Even if I learned how to punch, it won't do much when it's three against one."

"Maybe." Harvey shrugs. "But it'll earn you more respect."

"I don't need their respect." Mike's face darkens, eyes stormy. "Their respect isn't worth anything to me."

He looks like a sulky, wet puppy when he's angry, but Harvey finds himself amused by his venom. "Not theirs. Your own. You'll never be worth anything if you don't have any self-respect. And even if you can't win, you'll feel better about it if you know you got in a lick or two."

"That sounds like a good way to get myself in deep shit for no reward."

Harvey grins. "Maybe," he says again. "But you can't think your way out of this one." He taps his finger to his temple in emphasis. "The next best thing is to punch your way out."

Mike looks skeptical. For good reason—the kid probably learned the hard way that fighting back makes it worse.

But, "Tell you what," Harvey says. "The next time those losers try something, if you manage to hold your ground and stay on your feet before I come swooping in to your rescue, I'll teach you how to pitch a curveball."

"I don't need you to rescue me," is Mike's automatic response. But Harvey can see the gleam of interest in his eyes underneath the scowl, and that's how he knows he's won, again.

Ah, kids. So easy.

"Sure you don't." Harvey ruffles Mike's hair, then twists to catch him in a noogie when he tries to duck away.

"Harvey," Mike whines, trying to wriggle his way out.

"Learn how to throw a punch, and maybe you'll be able to stop me next time," Harvey says, smug.

"You suck."

"Ha. Get good, chump."

#marvey #harvey specter #mike ross #suits usa #fanfic #fic #ficlet #clod not lefting but #my first crack at writing marvey #hope some of yall like it!#suits #mike ross x harvey specter #harvey specter x mike ross

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Man if you ever feel like writing it I'd love to read about a Rhett and Brawler bar fight and poor Bob getting more grey hair because fuck one's bad but the two of them together?? He's gonna need back up 🤣

But absolutely no pressure I just love Brawler!

Everyone and their mother is on the Nosebleed Section kick. Well. I am here for it.

Oh it would so happen back in Wyoming. You’d convinced Bob to go home with you for a few weeks with Jake in tow—wanting to introduce him to the family.

The Amelia county fair would be in full swing and Rhett would be third on the leaderboard before his second ride. Jakes in such awe as he watches you and Rhett talk about the sport he knows nothing about.

“If it makes you feel any better it sounds like a whole nother language to me—“ Bobs chuckling beside Jake, handing him a beer he got from the kiosk before taking a sip of the lemon lime and bitters he got himself. “She misses it, I know she does.”

“What ever happened?” Jake sees it as a good a time as any to ask, but Bobs pressing his lips together like it ain’t his place to tell Jake about your traumas.

“She doesn’t talk about it, none of us do.” If Bob was being honest with himself? The entire family just pretended like it never happened, like you didn’t nearly die and that it wasn’t partly Rhett’s fault. “But she’ll tell you, one day.” He ends it with that, leaving it up to you to hopefully one day let Jake Seresin In enough to trust him with your deepest fears, your deepest secrets.

“You’re not tucking your knees in enough.” Jake here’s you in earshot and decides to take a leap and join the conversation happening as you and Rhett lean on the fence, watching as amateur riders get their shit rocked. “It’s what’s costing you, Rhett—tuck your knees in more and don’t let go for nothing.”

“You should get back on the Bronc Brawler, I can see the eager look in your eye.” Rhett doesn’t even turn his head. “Camp Draft was always your throne.”

“Traded my spurs for G forces a long time ago Rhett, you know I can’t ride again.” There’s a lingering sadness in your voice as Jake slings his arm over your shoulder casually, not interrupting the conversation as he kisses your cheek. “Besides, you know if I was still riding, I’d be on the top of that leaderboard.” Rhett knows you harbor a sadness with you as you say it. He can still hear your screams from the near 400 pound bull that crushed your teenage self. He’d been riffing on you all afternoon, egging you on until he took it too far, told you that if you were as good as you thought you were you’d ride without armor.

Being the stubborn bastard that you are and wanting to show your big brother that you were just as good as him, maybe even better—you did just that. You damn near nearly died. Rhett looked at you for a moment as you held his smirk, chucking as he flicked your Stetson off the top of your head.

“I know you would be Brawler, I know you would be.”

There’s a thill that the rodeo just brings you that Jake hoped to one day understand. He fell in love with you a little more every minute he got to experience you in all your glory, cheering on Rhett and screaming your heart out. Jake even saw a side to Robert Floyd he never thought he’d see. The side that wore a Stetson and daggy flannel. It felt like he was in an episode of the twilight zone.

“Little Y/n Abbott, as I live and breathe.” Fuck you knew that voice anywhere. “Haven’t seen you around for a few years darlin what brings you back?” Trevor Tillerson, there wasn't a bone in your body that didn’t hope one day he’d end up dead. You just prayed that you wouldn’t be behind the fatal punch.

“Jake, this is Trevor Tillerson, his dad Wayne owns the neighboring ranch.” You explained as you sat on Jake's lap, shifting slightly as you cleared your throat. “Trevor, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin.”

“Ah, Army? Air Force?.” Trevor smirked wildly as he looked over his shoulder to where Bob stood with Perry. Both waiting for Rhett to come out of the shoot after his last ride.

“Naval Aviation—“ Jake says it with pride. “Bobs a mate from work.”

“And Brawlers?” Trevor questions the ins and outs of your relationship like he’s reading the gossip column of a dolly magazine. “Let me guess, Y/n, you’ve changed up riding techniques, riding aviators instead of riding bulls.”

“You say it like I don’t visit you in your wet dreams Tillerson.” You hissed, standing from the comfort of Jake's embrace to hold your own with Trevor. You’d never gotten along, not since that one time he’d shoved your face in the mud in third grade. “Rack off, I’m tryin to enjoy my day, I don’t need you fucking my view up.” Like clockwork, like he’d done a million times before and would do a million times more, Jake Seresin sighed as he stood up next to you—reading the terrain, examining the situation playing out before he placed a gentle hand to your shoulder. Keeping you level headed.

“I don’t think he’s really worth the bloody knuckles.” Jake was quick to mumble in your ear as he kept a spiteful gaze locked on Trevor. You’d never mentioned him, but when again—you didn’t do an awful lot of talking about your life outside North Island. “Come on, why don’t we go get a hotdog and fuck around at the games?”

“Beats the alternative.” Again, your gaze stayed locked on Trevor as he bit back a wicked smirk. Unbeknownst to you, Trevor had bet Billy fifty bucks he could still get a rise out of you even after all these years. It was no secret to the people of Wabang that you were a hot head hitter. The town was first name basis in the bank, the post office, the bar, the grocery store, the park. There wasn’t a single person who didn’t know Y/n ‘Brawler’ Abbott was just a fucking easy to light as a stick of dynamite. “Good to see you again, Tillerson, keen for the reunion in another five.” You scoff. Pushing past Trevor as your shoulder connected with his. “Maybe by then you’ve shaken the rocks from your head.”

“I may have rocks in my head but at least I’m not being held together by pins, rods and metal plates.” Trevor hissed, he hadn’t even turned to face you and he already knew he had you right where he wanted you. “The idea is to stay on the Bull, Abbott—not get fucking trampled by it.”

Y/n—“ Jake feels you stiffen beside him, he sees you stop in your tracks in his peripheral vision. “He’s not worth it.”

“Shut up Jake.” You hiss, not meaning it as he tries to reach for your wrist, trying to hold you back but he knows better than to get in the way of you when you’ve got that tunnel vision. “He knows what he’s doing.” You’re making strides towards Trevor, he knew it was like a right of passage to fuck around with you. Talk shit get hit is what the kids used to taunt. But you were both grown now—and yet here you were, brawling at the county fair like teenagers.

“You fucking cunt—“ It’s the last thing Trevor truly remembers before your gripping at his shoulder and swinging a vile right hook into his cheek. The crack is loud and echoes through the stand as he stumbles back slightly. Spitting blood over his shoulder before he’s tackling you into the dirt, pinning your hands above your head so he could slam his forehead down on yours.

“Fuck—“ Rhett sees the commotion as he’s stepping out of the shoot. “Bob! Fucking go get her will ya?” Rhett's climbing down the stairs as fast as he can as Bob and Perry turn to see the fight that's broken out. Bob's eyes go wide at the sight of you underneath Trevor Tillerson, his blood boils.

“Is that Trevor?”

“Kids had a wicked crush on that girl since pre-k.” Pretty snickers to himself. “C’mon Flyboy, let's go.” Perry and Bob are jogging over just in time to see you get the wind knocked out of you when Trevor delivers a blow to your stomach.

“Hey! Get off of her!” Jake is shouted at the top of his lungs. He’s seen you in far too many fights at this point and he knows when you have the upper hand and if you’re winning and if you’re alright. You were in fact, not alright. Treveor was fighting dirty and he wasn't holding back. “Get the fuck off her!” Jake is horrified at the sight unfolding before him, Trevor Tillerson in on top if you, his hand wrapped around your throat as you’re crawling at his hand.

“Easiest fucking fifty bucks I’ve ever made.” Trevor snickers as Jake is trying to pull him off you, he can't get a good enough grip but he's wrapping his arm around the guy's throat with enough force to drag him off you for a moment so you can scramble out from underneath him. Coughing and splattering. “Need your fucking boy toy to fight your battles now huh Brawler?” Trevor hisses as he pushes Jake away. “C’mon darlin, you're not going soft on us are ya? Flygirl?”

“Jake, back the hell off!” You're mumbling, raising your fist as you fix your stance. “M’fine.” You were clearly not fine and Trevor was clearly using mind games to fuck with you, to get a rise out of you. “I'm good.”

“Y/n.” Jake is pleading with you at this point. “He aint worth it baby, come on, lets just go.” His eyes are screaming at you to stand down, to let it go, but you can't, he doesn't know why this is so important to you, he doesn't understand what it's like.

“You backing down Abbott, that aint like you, not one bit.”

“Fuck off Trevor–” You start again, throwing the first punch that lands against Trevors chin. He's quick to follow through with another gut punch. You two go at him as Jake catches Perry and Bob racing over.

“I can't get her to stop!” Jakes never seen you so tunnel visioned before, except the time you beat the shit out of that girl for messing with him. “Bob–”

“What the hell’s going on here!” Perry is shouting just as Trevor backs up and takes a swing at you that lands far too heavy and far too quickly against your temple. It sends you down, outcold. Rhett sees it as he's hobbling over, still taking off his riding gloves when he sees you go down like a sack of shit. You fight all the time, know your way around a ring and bar fights seem to be your specialty, but this seemed different. This had been a targeted attack. Trevor had gone too far and Rhett, well– he wasn't the one who could lose his job if he took things too far.

“Oh my god–” Bob’s wide eyed and in shock as Trevor stumbles back in disbelief, Jake is at your side tapping your cheek softly to try and gain your attention, trying to draw you out of your unconscious state.

“Brawler?” Jake coos. “Baby girl you gotta open your eyes for me, come on pretty girl, where are you?” Rhett is tackling Trevor in seconds, belting into him the moment he hits the ground in a fit of rage with a red raw need for revenge.

“YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG.” It's damn near animalistic the way Rhett is going at it with Trevor. “ANY EXCUSE TO HIT A WOMAN HUH?”

“IT'S BRAWLER!” Trevor is whaling, but it doesn't matter. You’re still a woman, a highly distinguished aviator and you don't deserve to be treated like anything less. Trevor Tillerson must have been dumb to think Rhett wouldn't have come to your defence.

“I can't deal with this, they’re both as bad as each other.” Bobs sighing, rubbing at his temples as Perry just laughs it off. Watching as you came to in Jake's arms. Bloodied and bruised and still smiling because Jake had really pretty worried eyes.

“Did I win?” You mumble, there's blood in your teeth and spilling out the side of your mouth but Jake doesn't care, he’s kissing your forehead regardless, shaking his head against you.

“Not this time honey, but I'm sure you’ll get 'em next time.” Jake is blatantly unaware that the next time it will be him, and he's unaware in those few terrifying moments that he’ll come to the conclusion that he's going to ask you to marry him. But for now he just sits with you in the dirt of the county fair, holding you close because you'd just found out that sometimes you win some and sometimes you lose some. “He baited you though, so this one doesn't count.”

“Woah, you have really pretty eyes, Hangman.” Jake knew you maybe had a slight concussion if anything as you stared up at him, he chuckled slightly as he held your head in his lap. “So pretty, all for me.”

“That's right baby, all for you.” When Jake looks up, he sees Perry dagging Rhett of a now unconscious Trevor Tillerson, serves him fucking right. Bob looks like he's about to fall apart at the seams, so frazzled and beyond irate at the pair of you. Like Brother like Brawler Bob would say. He loved the pair of you like crazy but you and Rhett couldn't not be in the same vicinity as each other.

“Oi Y/n, when the fuck?” Rhett's hissing, coming down to sit beside Jake. “What the hell happened?”

“I had it covered.” You mumbled. Trying to sit up as you saw stares and heard colours. Rhett just laughs, looking at Jake who's just as stunned as Bob. “What took you so long huh?”

“I was busy, had a competition to win.”

“I can feel Bob's glare burning into me.”

“Me too, if you look closely the vein on his forehead is about to explode.” Rhett joked as Bob just sighed, he hated coming home. “But you so could have had him Brawler, you win some you lose some though.”

“When he's up I'm ready for round two.” You hissed as Jake helped you sit up.

“Nope, no way, we’re going home before you beat up half to town baby.” Jakes shaking his head while Rhett just laughs. “I'm serious, you need to see a doctor for the concussion I reckon you've got.” You just looked at Jake, so much love for him and all his worry. Leaning into him to place a gentle kiss against his scruff covered cheek.

“Not concussed enough to not know how much I love you.”

#nosebleed section // jake seresin #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you

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thelaughtercafe · 4 months

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Lightened Darkness

Tea Type: Subtly Sweet Tea (Fluff with a bit of Hurt & Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Brief mentions of being scared of the dark in this fic, magic used for tickling

Pairing: Alucard x F!Reader

Length: 2k+

Summary: You've learned how to cope with your fear alone, but your new Vampiric friend won't let you suffer alone any longer.

Alucard couldn’t help his fondness whenever he heard you laugh. It warmed his heart to hear it despite the darkness your traveling together entailed. There were rarely moments of light allowed in given the job you all took on, but he supposed if any ought to make him feel it, it seemed fitting it would be the girl given the Dreamer moniker in the legend.

There was a naivete to you, that was both endearing and oftentimes frustrating, but he saw passion too. The spats you’d get into with Belmont were proof of that; so insistent were you on the fact that Dracula could be stopped without lethality.

He had, for the first and likely last time, sided with Trevor on the matter verbally, but your eyes pierced him knowingly and he knew you were aware he wanted you to be right.

But where had words gotten him last time? That along with your true title, one considerably less kind than your current made him frown.

He forced such thoughts from his mind and changed his direction.

It was still incredibly early in your journey; and yet he found peace here of all places, within the Belmont library. A place that spoke to the hatred held to Vampires. It was easier when he wasn’t looking at the badges of death displayed like trophies in that damnable glass case.

At least he was warm, thanks to the candles and his large trench coat.

He noticed you from the corner of his gaze as he thumbed through a book, and could sense the blood rushing to your cheeks. You were shivering.

He didn’t turn as he called to you.

“Cold? Belm-mmngh!”

He found himself cut off as you rushed over to cover his mouth making him look down at you, but you were looking behind you conspiratorially.

“Shh! Over here!”

You whispered and then he allowed himself to be dragged to the back of the large library. As you realized you still had a hold on him you went red and released him, making a smirk quirk at the edges of his lips.

“I take it Belmont’s sleeping then?”

You shook your head.

“Actually…he’s wide awake. But he and Sepha were ah…you can’t tell them I told you but they were cuddling. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

You were whispering again and Alucard laughed openly at your conspiratory tone, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, is that all? I had a feeling they were growing closer but I never expected them to move quite so fast.”

You trembled again and he abruptly strode forward, tugging you easily into his grip and sinking to the ground, holding you against him. Your blood rose to your ears as you squealed and he snickered again.

Ah, you really were so easily flustered.

“You are cold. If Belmont and Sepha are sleeping; you should as well.”

“It’s not coldness, actually.”

Your voice had risen a little, but it was still quiet, this time out of vulnerability. He could gather as much from your tone.

“Oh? Then why do you shake so?”

“I’m…scared. Of the dark.”

His eyes widened and his heart clenched as you turned your head and looked up at him, smiling weakly.

“You learn quickly in this world. Darkness means death. Fear. Pain. Every time I close my eyes, the darkness there frightens me most of all. ”

His eyes turned determined and as you went to look away and rise to your feet, his hand tightened around your waist and his eyes glowed in the dimly lit corner.

“Not me. I thrive in this darkness. It is my home just as the light is for you. I shall keep you safe. None know it better than I. I will ensure it is no different than the day for you, no matter how long it takes. You have my word.”

“A-Alucard-”

A sinister-looking smirk spread across his lips then and you quickly found him pinning your arms over your head with one hand before it was stuck there with shadow.

“Darkness can be used for amusements, I’ll have you know. Perhaps ‘tis better if I show you.”

He looked…downright ethereal. Shadows danced around his hands and fingertips like an eager pet and you squirmed, no fear just…anticipation and shyness under his domineering gaze.

“What are you going to-ahh!”

You jerked as with a flick of his index and middle finger, the shadows darted underneath your shirt. You weren’t sure what you expected them to feel like; but this certainly wasn’t it.

They tickled.

Like feathers against your skin, but worse as they tingled with magic, ensuring the sensation lasted even after the magic moved.

“Adri-nhahaha!”

You snorted as the Dhampir growled low in his throat and leaned down to nuzzle into your neck, nibbling playfully with his fangs.

Most would surely be terrified at the thought of a Vampire having fangs near their neck, half or no but you were more concerned with keeping yourself quiet.

“You’re asking for it now. My name is Alucard. No need to act up to make me be mean; I’m more than happy to oblige.”

You bit your lip hard as you tried to deny him your laughter but he didn’t like that, allowing his fingers to join the fray as he scribbled at your ribs.

“Alucard plhehehehease! This truly isn’t necessary! I’m not scared anymore I swehehehear!”

He smiled in amusement, cooing as his fingers traced idle shapes into your exposed midsection, the shadows along your skin easily having risen the fabric. They slowed too, now skating around your neck like a cat and playing between your fingers as they had Alucard. Even that tickled enough to make you giggle but it was quieter.

“Are you sure? Your heart beating a mile a minute and all the blood in your face and ears tells me otherwise~I hope you didn’t lie to me, my dear. I’d have to punish you and I can be quite…ruthless when I wish it.”

His voice was teasing but you were speaking before you could think better of it.

“No please!! I just like it that’s ahahahall!”

No sooner had the words left your lips did, even more, blood rush to your head and you hid it as best you could in your upraised arm, absolutely mortified.

Though you couldn’t see it, Alucard looked confused at your embarrassment before a fond if mocking smile came to his lips, calling his shadows back a moment as he grew serious. They circled around him, but he was unaffected at their touch.

“Love, look at me a moment, won’t you?”

You resolutely shook your head, too ashamed to even think of such a thing and heard him sigh dramatically.

“Very well then.”

You jumped in place as his fingers danced along your neck, squealing as you quickly turned your head, accidentally trapping his hand.

When you didn’t release it, he smirked a bit.

“Better. May I have my hand back?”

“Y-You’re just gonna…d-do that again.”

You grumbled in embarrassment and his smirk widened a little.

“Mm. Like this you mean?”

His tone was innocent but you gasped as his fingers moved slightly against your neck, rushing to release him as you giggled.

“Good girl.”

Your heart leapt at the nickname and he couldn’t help the quiet laugh of his own as he heard it. He gently made you look at him, fingers holding you still so you’d maintain eye contact.

“Darling, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of. It’s adorable that such an innocent pastime brings you pleasure and joy. Your submissive nature, I confess, brings out more dominant parts of me as well.”

He saw the hesitant confusion in your eyes and knew what had you bewildered. He leaned down to hum into your ear, paying no mind as you squeaked and giggled again from the feeling of his breath and lips tickling you.

“Vampires can smell arousal. I am no different. Yours is particularly sweet to me and I confess I crave its scent more often than I care to admit.”

“Alucard. If you make me blush any darker I think I’m gonna spontaneously combust.”

Your whine made the dhampir throw his head back in open mirth and you couldn’t resist raising your head to witness the one-of-a-kind sight, warmth filling your heart just as much as your cheeks.

He was most beautiful this way you decided. Not conventionally; hair in his eyes, holding his sides as if to hold himself together, but it was a life he deserved. Something was taken from him just as much as the other Human victims in the wake of Dracula’s revenge and Lisa’s death.

“Come now, we are both adults! I find it endearing, I promise. Your secret is safe with me, I won’t let Trevor or Sepha-”

“Little late for that, I’m afraid.”

You groaned in embarrassment as you peeked behind Alucard to see Trevor smirking in amusement.

Alucard hissed, a protective glint in his eyes.

“Watch yourself, Belmont.”

The hunter sighed, rolling his eyes as he shook the hand holding the flask in his hands.

“I just needed to refill my flask, alright? With water, before you get any ideas.”

His eyes softened as he shifted his gaze to you, where you hesitantly tried to maintain eye contact.

“He is right, you know. Nothing to be ashamed of. And as for the darkness-”

“Just how long were you listening?!”

You gaped at him, eyes wide and he snickered.

“I heard the beginning and the end, little else. I tried to take my time to let you have your little…moment. In any case; Alucard may be able to provide protection in the dark, but I shall offer it in the light. I know firsthand the fear the darkness brings which comes from one’s own mind and memories. If you have need of someone to talk to, I shall at the very least, listen. I’ve been told… I’m not the best at comforting words, but I can at least do that, and make you feel safer than you would if left in solitude.”

You nodded, a bit dumbstruck at his kindness. He’d always intimidated you a little with his bluntness and sharp tongue but this was sweet. It seems the night softened all of you.

“Thank you, Trevor. I’ll keep that in mind. Perhaps you’re better at comforting than you think.”

He smirked at that and turned to return to Sepha, pausing as Alucard spoke up.

“In return for your kindness, I’ll keep your moment of gentleness a secret as well, Belmont. Can’t have the whole town we’re going to know you’re going soft, yes?”

The quip was softer than usual as Trevor snickered.

“And I’ll do the same for you. The famed Sleeping Soldier, comforting the Dreamer in the dark. Heh. Sleep well, we leave early tomorrow.”

You sighed in relief as his footsteps faded, groaning as you pouted at Alucard.

“I cannot believe he heard me. He was being kind but he definitely overheard my laughter. Ugh. Next time you’ll have to gag me.”

“Oh? Next time hm?”

You rolled your eyes fondly as the shadows around your hands receded to Alucard, nuzzling against him affectionately before they faded entirely.

You brought your wrists down and giggled nervously as you shoved hair behind your ear.

“I mean only if you wanted to of course but if you don’t-”

A smirk tugged at your lips.

"-I mean maybe I could go to Trevor since he knows now.“

Alucard’s eyes darkened possessively at that as he hissed.

"You’re not humorous. Only I have earned such a privilege. Besides, he’s probably not half as skilled as I am.”

The pride in his voice made you smile as you pulled him to lean against the books with you and promptly snuggled into him. He adjusted after a moment of freezing, moving you away only to raise his large trench coat to cover you.

“I’m sure you’re right. Well, lucky for you I’m attracted to one Dhampir and one only.”

You yawned and felt him chuckle as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Good thing I’m only attracted to one silly Human. Rest now. I’ll be here.”

He would never allow you to be made into a Martyr. Not while he and the shadow itself still breathed.

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