#trevor hcs

[phoebeejeebies]

i headcanon that 1) trevor is bi and 2) regardless he is a fierce ally. especially for his sister who is lesbian. he celebrates lesbian visibility week on BEHALF of phoebe. who's like can you relax just a little. but he's like Woo!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!! Happy Lesbian Visibility Week!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(and probably make a dorky joke about how he can finally see her - as if he hasnt seen her every day for his entire life.)

[embodyingchaos]

❥ ofc i can! again, sorry this is so late! @user40724432sworld

yandere trevor spengler headcanons warning: manipulation, possessive tyler, toxic tyler, gaslighting, basically psychological torture honestly(tyler is basically just constantly messing with reader's brain)

trevor spengler, the man himself! after lucky had rejected him, he’d been down in the dumps before you came into his life

you, the sun that shone through his gloomy clouds, as cheesy as it sounds, he was enamoured with you, thought you were amazing and beautiful

it always starts the same, a small, little crush turning into a big, uncontrollable obsession

an obsession to stalk you, to “protect” you, to feel entitled to you as if you were some sort of prize, some sort of treasure

trevor was extremely jealous and possessive right off the bat when the two of you first started going out

he didn’t let you go out with your friends, or do anything without him, he was controlling and clingy and you hated it

there were some days where trevor would allow you to do anything you wanted, hang out with whoever you wanted, and it confused you

you didn’t know he was observing your every move, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to test you, he was like some kind of predator playing with his food

he gave you some sort of false sense of security, make you trust him, make him seem like he was at least a little bit normal

he would pay a bunch of guys to scare you before beating them up and “saving” you telling you that “what did i tell you? you need me. you can’t survive without me.” and all that gaslighting shit

he talks to you as though you’re a little kid at times, treating you like one too, he would scold you and lecture you as if he’s your father or something

you were stuck in this relationship, unable to judge for yourself whether trevor was a good person or not, whether you should stay or if you should go

after all he does give you the option to go, “you can leave me, darling, but you’ll always need me.” is what he’d say every time, and every time he did, you would hesitate to go

you were stuck in this never-ending loop of toxicity and psychological torture and who knew when you’d be able to get out of it

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request the Castlevania boys reaction to their s/o wearing lingerie?

Alucard

Embarrassed but tries to act like he isn’t.

By this point in their relationship Alucard has seen them naked. Yet somehow this is more…scandalous.

He tries to go to sleep like normal but the vision of them is still in his mind. Urging him to touch.

Trevor

He is definitely a ‘that’s real pretty baby, now take it off’ kind of guy.

Lingerie is great. He appreciates it like any other man, although he thinks it’s a bit unnecessary.

Trevor also hates how complicated it is sometimes. All those finicky laces get on his nerves, so he eventually just rips it.

Hector

Taken aback but quick to correct and be flattered by their effort.

Hector knows this is for him. Something so thin and skimpy certainly doesn’t look comfortable, nor practical.

He would take great care to appreciate not only them but the outfit. Careful to remove it and have it saved for later.

Ritcher

Turns immediately red.

Especially with some of the French lingerie available, it leaves little to the imagine, or too much for fantasy.

Flustered, Ritcher would probably put his foot in his mouth about how impractical it is to sleep in or try to compliment them by saying they don’t need it because they are beautiful but instead saying “what’s the point in that” or something.

[gothamite-rambler]

Steve Trevor held up a sign that had writing on it. Wonder Woman read it while fighting.

Wonder Woman: I got the call back from the doctor today, dot dot dot, we're... We're expecting? I'm pregnant? Oh my Hera, I'm pregnant!

Wonder Woman punched the villain who didn't matter to this story in the face, knocking him to the ground. She let out a warrior scream then ran over to Batman.

Wonder Woman: I'm going to have a baby!

Then she ran over to Superman.

Wonder Woman: I'm having a baby! A baby girl! I'm having a baby girl! And she's going to be so cute and look like me and her father! Who isn't Zeus, oh Hera must be so proud of me! She truly answered my pleas!

Superman: It could... Be a boy.

Wonder Woman: It's a girl. Girl or boy I'm finally with child! I'm going to have a baby with my Odysseus!

Batman (walking over to the group): Um... I would get a second opinion especially if your carrying the world's blandest man child.

Wonder Woman threw a punch while blissfully thinking of baby shower preparations, but Batman dodged and quickly used Superman as a shield.

He promptly got hit in the jaw.

Batman (chuckling): Thanks for the protection there best buddy.

Superman: ...Ow! How is your punch this strong?!

Wonder Woman: Silence. Steve, baby! We have a showering for the baby to plan!

The herione ran to her man and picked him up like he weighed nothing. They both celebrated their great news as Batman and Superman watched on confused.

Superman: I... Like Steve, but what does she see in him?

Batman: He's got to be good in bed. There's no other explanation.

Green Arrow (walking past the two): Or he's just a good guy and they love each other.

Batman and Superman: No, that's not it.

[wassupmygays]

thank u brody and trevor for making ponyboy a doodler

(book from brody, and trevi's ponyboy shoes)

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Trevor Belmont x Chubby! Female Reader NSFW HC: 

TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Minors DNI

Trevor being seemingly distant and restrained upon seeing your naked body until you’re undressing in your inn’s room when he stares at you with such intensity and lust that you feel you could melt right there on the spot. 

Trevor being almost afraid to touch you, his large calloused hands tentatively reaching out to caress your soft, supple flesh, doing his best not to be overcome by his desire for you. 

Trevor pouncing on you, once the dam finally breaks after you tell him you do, in fact, want him that way. 

Trevor groping every inch of your soft body as he kisses you. Sloppily. Hungrily. It’s so filthy and raw and you love it. 

The arms that beat vandals and kill monsters hoist your plump ass up. Your legs tightly wrapping around his waist as he carries you securely, safely bringing you to the bed and placing you gently down. 

His stubbled chin scratching your hot soft supple skin as he kisses his way down from your mouth to your neck, to your chubby stomach- all the way down to the tops of your thick thighs. 

Trevor teasing you by kissing even further past your wetness to your knees to your calves to your feet. Him pausing to run strong circles on the soles of your feet with his thumbs, looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, silently asking permission to taste you. 

You nodding in anticipation, watching as he places your leg back down before crawling back up your body to the apex of your thighs. Your breath hitching when he first slides a finger down your wet slit. 

Your heart and eyes swelling up when he finally spreads your lips apart and sighs at the gorgeous sight of your full sex on display for him. 

Trevor whispering just how beautiful you are to him as he lowers his head down, placing a kiss on your stomach, then on your mound before descending on your pussy like a man starved. 

Trevor licking and sucking at your core with such ferocity, you’re immediately bucking your hips up into his hot warm mouth, unable to stop the whimpers that escape your mouth. 

Trevor feeling your wriggling and hearing your sounds, starting to release deep moans of his own, the vibrations feeling heavenly on your clit. 

You getting closer and closer to your peak, begging Trevor to stop, tugging him by his hair away from you, it taking all the discipline in your being. You breathlessly telling him you want to finish with his cock inside you. 

Trevor eagerly shedding his clothes- his weapons and belts, his shirt, and finally his slacks and undergarments. Him climbing over you, holding your face in both hands, kissing you so deeply and fiercely again you can’t help but inhale and melt into him. 

You being impatient, asking him to please, please just fill you up already. Trevor moaning, practically cumming already from hearing the way you beg for his cock inside you. 

Him pumping his erection a few times before lining the tip up with your entrance, ever so slowly pushing the head in. 

You sucking in a breath as you feel the wide girth breech you, relishing the initial stretch his cock brings. 

Trevor’s thighs shaking as he continues to push gradually into you, using all his restraint so as not to ram his cock into you as fast and as deep as it will go until you’re screaming his name, crying out underneath him. 

You assuring him you’re ok, that you can take it, please. Trevor picking up the pace, finding a medium-paced rhythm that leaves you breathless, yet also wanting more. 

You getting louder and louder with each thrust of his cock hitting your g-spot, you beg Trevor to fuck you harder… Yes, god right there!

Trevor lifting himself in a plank position over you, his impressive core strength on full display, as he pistons deeper and faster into you. 

You crying out due to the loss of fullness as Trevor pulls out of you to quickly change positions in order to fuck you even deeper. 

Him taking your feet and pushing them up and backwards, over your head, folding your plush body in half, that swollen wet pussy left perfectly on display for him, centered between the undersides of those two juicy thighs of yours. 

Trevor telling you how good you feel. How much he loves your pussy, your body, eventually lost in pleasure, him slipping up and admitting that he loves you so fucking much and doesn’t want to imagine his future without you. 

Trevor pounding into you, bruising your hips with his hands, the way he grips you so hard, as if terrified of letting you go. 

Trevor getting closer and closer to his release, wanting to make sure you cum first. Using his thumb to rub circles on your clit, enjoying the way it makes those thick thighs ripple and shake when you cum so hard for the first time that night. 

Trevor fucking you through your orgasm, giving you no time to recover as he feels his own impending release getting closer and closer. 

Trevor telling you not to worry that he’ll pull out if you want, that he doesn’t want to burden you with his cursed lineage but him also admitting he’d love nothing more than to raise a giant family with you. To see your supple breasts get even bigger and swollen with milk and watch your soft stomach stretch to accommodate his child growing inside you. 

Trevor finishing wherever you ask, releasing his cum with a deep choked-off moan, sounding so gruff, impassioned, and absolutely wrecked by the pulsations of your cunt. The feeling of his hot release causing you to swell with pride as you reach your peak for a third time that night. 

Trevor falling on the bed, pulling you on top of him, his fingers sweetly stroking up and down your back as the both of you come down from your high. 

You choosing to enjoy the silence between the two of you, soaking in the wonderful sounds of the peaceful night - the cricket chirps, and owls hooting. Knowing the moment won’t last as there will always be another fight and another monster, but so long as you have each other, you’ll be alright.

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[victorianpuckbunny]

The same way

POV: how the players would react if you had the same lonely way home at night and you kept looking back at them anxiously

(fem reader)

Macklin Celebrini: He would also turn around all the time, because you do and as soon as you started running, he would also get panic that someone was chasing after you both and would start running too.

Luke Hughes: He would try to show you that you don’t have to be afraid of him and tell you things like "I'm not following you, I live in the same building and to be honest I'm too scared to fight so if you want we can walk home together so we both are safe."

Quinn Hughes: He would cross the street so that he is no longer walking directly behind you and walk deliberately slowly.

Jack Hughes: He would just stop and wait until you were far enough away before slowly moving on.

Trevor Zegras: He would hum Taylor Swift songs, engage you in conversation and tell you that he only weighs 75 pounds. By the time you arrived at the apartment complex, he would have told you his entire life story, started two half-arguments about the best Swift song and recited all the names of his current teammates and former teammates. But you would have felt safe with him the rest of the way home.

Auston Matthews: He would turn down another street and take a detour so you wouldn't feel followed.

Cole Caulfield: He would stare at his smartphone the whole time but continue to linger behind you as normal because he wants to hurry home himself.

Mitch Marner: He'd shout to you that he's just having the same route home also telling you his full name and his address. Eventually, you'd walk the rest of the way together, and he'd make you laugh the whole way by joking about your shared landlords.

Will Smith: He would call Macklin Celebrini via facetime and the only thing you would hear would be giggled bits of conversation about pajama parties, warm milk, cookies and donkeys.

Nico Hischier: He would start talking on the phone and speaking loudly in swiss in the hope that this would make you less afraid, but this would only make you run faster because you wouldn't understand the foreign language.

Curtis Lazar: He would cross to the other side of the street, then run faster and cross back in front of you, only to then pretend that you were following him.

[loveforaninstant]

yall i know we've talked about trevor and sypha watching over alucard in death and not leaving his side and im sure they do and i know richter himself as a character does not really give a shit about legacy he just wants to exist for the people he loves (and we WILL talk about that bc that kid needs some genuine self-esteem) but i just.

the only time in three hundred years that trevor and sypha leave alucard's side is when julia belmont dies.

because it's the first time in three hundred and fifty years, you know? it's the first time that there's another little boy with a dead family, all alone in the world with no one who fully understands what he is or what that name means. the ranks of their family have been thinned over the years but now it's down to just two and the older of the two does not know or want the boy in his life.

so trevor sees this. and he sees it happening again. he sees a little belmont, terrified and hunted, and he knows alucard would not begrudge them this. so he and sypha go. it doesnt matter to him that richter doesnt know theyre there. he needs to do something about this and watching him is all he can do. so he does it.

[skywardknight420]

Ya think he can grow out his nails like his dad? 10 little tiny hand daggers to protect his idiot bf?

[marshvlovestv]

So basically my Ghosts neurodivergence headcanons at this point are: Sam, ADHD; Pete, autism; Patience, OCD; Sass and Hetty, depression; and Isaac, uhh.... is in Cluster B somewhere (I say vaguely so as not to be misunderstood, but to be clear, personality disorders are really just a collection of deeply ingrained coping mechanisms and the fact that I can recognize this in Isaac is actually something I like about him!). Not to mention, all of the ghosts have PTSD to some extent, if not from traumas that happened in life, then from the memory of actually literally dying.

But the thing I find most interesting has to do with Flower, because her neurodivergence is mythology-specific. She wasn't an addict or anything in life, she just happened to be very, very high when she died, and now, as a ghost, she is permanently under the influence of drugs. Her brain does not work the same way it did when she was alive, and that's just something she has to live with now. It's just a really interesting angle on neurodivergence to me.

It also makes me wonder about Trevor, who died of an overdose. They're not specific about what he took and I don't personally know what kind of shit rich finance bros take, but just based on how he behaves I feel like it's not too much of a stretch to say he's a little more... wired? all the time? than he maybe would have been in life? Idk.

Also Alberta: she didn't seem like she was actually drunk before she got poisoned, but maybe the moonshine worked its way into her system as the strychnine did. Maybe she's a little bit tipsy all the time!

[trevors-bussy]

some more unhinged gta 5 picmixs i made ft. my epic ms paint skills feel free to repost or wtv- just have fun with them

[adorethedistance]

First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat. 

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie. 

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.” 

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave. 

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up. 

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise. 

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?” 

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh. 

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

***

a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

[grandgtaman1a]

Domestic life with Trevor and Franklin[Headcanon]

Pairing: Trevor Phillips x Fem Reader, Franklin Clinton x Fem Reader Character: Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader Summary: Domestic Life with Trevor and Franklin [Anon Request]

AN: There may be a few inaccuracies Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not repost Requests are open Sorry it took time and please it's a humble request to reblog so it gains more attraction to the blog rather than like, please. The image is only for visual representation

Trevor Phillips

Despite his rough exterior, Trevor excels at unconventional domestic skills like fixing appliances and DIY projects. He's the go-to person for any household repairs.

Trevor and you engage in constant playful banter. Your dynamic mixes sarcasm, teasing, and genuine affection, creating a unique and lively atmosphere at home.

You and Trevor occasionally embark on late-night adventures, whether driving to a secluded spot to stargaze or exploring the city when it's quiet. These spontaneous moments strengthen the bond.

Trevor's rough exterior hides a protective streak. He's fiercely defensive of you and has a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone who might threaten their safety or happiness. And it ain't a joke when he kills someone cause they hurt you.

In private, Trevor shows rare moments of vulnerability with you. He opens up about his past, fears, and dreams, creating a deep emotional connection that transcends his tough exterior.

You and Trevor celebrate unconventional anniversaries, like the day they met at a chaotic event or the anniversary of adopting their first pet together. These quirky celebrations become cherished traditions.

Trevor and you discover shared hobbies, whether riding motorcycles together, attending local events, or even participating in unconventional activities that reflect Trevor's wild side.

You find a sense of comfort and love amid Trevor's chaotic lifestyle. Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, they discover that home is wherever you are together.

Franklin Clinton

You and Franklin have a morning routine that involves cooking a hearty breakfast together. Franklin often surprises you with his culinary skills, whipping up delicious omelets and pancakes.

Both of you are fitness enthusiasts. Engaging in morning workouts or evening jogs together encourages each other to stay active and healthy.

Given Franklin's love for cars, you spend weekends attending car shows, working on personal automotive projects, or simply taking long drives to enjoy the scenery.

You both enjoy quiet evenings at home with movie nights and gaming sessions. They take turns choosing films and games, creating a cozy and laid-back atmosphere.

Franklin's love for cooking extends to the backyard, where he takes charge of the grill during family barbecues. Hosting gatherings for friends and family, creating a warm and welcoming environment.

You both share a passion for travel. They plan spontaneous weekend getaways, explore nearby cities, or take road trips to experience new cultures and cuisines.

Both you and Franklin have a creative side. Might spend weekends exploring local art galleries, attending painting classes, or simply expressing themselves through various artistic endeavors.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, You and Franklin cherish quiet moments of reflection. Whether it's sitting on the porch at sunset in Los Santos or sharing stories under the stars of Mount Chilliad, they appreciate the simple beauty of life together.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request Castlevania Trio x Fem reader who’s a werewolf platonic hcs? Playful, dog-like, sharper senses than Alucard, and is like a rogue, like the fastest member in the party?

Werewolves are not his favorite.

The inherit animosity between vampires and wolves runs deep, but it they are willing to overlook that for a common good of destroying Dracula & the night creatures, then he supposes he can get past it as well.

Their…enthusasim is also not something he enjoys. Their persistent need for affection and validation is a lot for a stoic recluse like Alucard.

He tries to be understanding. Even offering to train them to control their shifts and fight better. He does value them as a companion.

Two peas in a pod. Or two idiots in a burlap sacks, depending on how you look at it.

Trevor always wanted a dog growing up, so he takes to their new wolf instantly (though he is aware they are not a dog and does not treat them that way).

They have a lot of the same energy. Curious, rakish, a bit of mischief wrapped in a playfully violent to full violent packaging.

His heart belongs to Sypha, but if she had never come into the picture Trevor could see himself wanting to be with them. Although their relationship would burn hot & bright before it inevitably exploded.

Sypha is fascinated by their lycanthrope qualities. Curious how a person was able to develop the skill to shift completely into an animal, control it, and what being as an animal is like for the sheer information gathering of a Speaker.

She asks a lot of questions, which seems to irk their wolf, but humors Sypha as best they can. They don’t have a lot of the answers for the simple fact that this has been their life and they don’t have a reason or answer, it just is.

They come into conflict between Sypha’s feelings for Trevor and her feelings that Trevor may prefer the wolf over her. When she realizes that’s not the case she apologizes and they mend their friendship completely.

Sypha is the only one that can talk them out of ‘wild shift’. A phenomenon in werewolves where they shift by will or by force and can’t get back out. Sypha’s calm, caring, consistent manner is able to soothe them and help them shift back. She then takes care of them for the rest of the evening.

[gothamite-rambler]

Hippolyta paced the polished tile floors, waiting for her daughter, Diana, to arrive. She had heard the fantastic news that her daughter was pregnant, but she couldn’t help but have some concerns, who the father might be, the birthing process, and the baby shower.

Diana: Mother, you wanted to see me?

Hippolyta (regal voice): Yes, Diana. I received your message about expecting a child. You’re pregnant?

Diana (posing to the side to show her small baby bump): I am! Three months along. Steve got the call from the doctor, and he’s just as elated as I am!

Hippolyta (hopeful): The baby is… his?

Diana: Yes. Who else would be the father?

Hippolyta (eyes shifting to an Amazon sister): I wasn’t making any guesses, but some of your sisters assumed Superman or Hera forbid, Batman were going to be the fathers.

Diana: Ew! No. Those are like my brothers now. Any infatuation I had for them faded long ago. Steve is the father of our little girl.

Hippolyta (elated): You’re having a girl?

Diana: Well, it hasn’t been officially confirmed yet, but I’m positive it’s going to be a girl. She’ll have both our features—a winning smile and wavy hair like me.

Hippolyta: That’s exactly what I pictured, my grandbaby— I mean, your child. What will the birthing process be like? Do you need a midwife?

Diana: No, I plan to give birth in a hospital with an epidural.

Hippolyta: I’ve heard about that. As someone who birthed a child before making you, I’ll advise you... get it. You don’t want to feel the full pain of your vagina widening every few seconds.

Diana: Okay, I didn’t need to hear that, but thank you for the advice. How are you feeling about all this? I know you never quite expected it.

Hippolyta: And you think I’d be upset? I’m having a granddaughter and from Steve Trevor, no less! I’ve been praying to Hera every day that you’d have a child, and not from those rambunctious boys, Superman and Batman. Gods, we get it, you're men!

Diana chuckled, a bemused smile on her face at her mother’s reaction.

Diana: Mother, I thought you liked them.

Hippolyta: I do. They’re not Zeus or Poseidon, they’re good men. Steve, though, that’s a great man. I always told the other Amazon sisters he was the perfect match for you.

Artemis (walking past the mother and daughter): After she had been married to him for five years.

Hippolyta: Nobody asked you, Artemis! Diana, I am ecstatic to see you have a child. In your face, Alexa!

Alexa rolled her eyes while polishing her sword.

Diana: It’s good to see you supportive of this, mother. I guess that means you’ll be attending the baby shower?

Hippolyta clapped eagerly with a wide smile.

Hippolyta: Of course! I’ll be the organizer. A true Amazonian baby shower! We can invite all the sisters, and some goddesses, and have those cakes you like to cut, to reveal the gender of the baby. Although, we all know it’s going to be a girl.

While Hippolyta rambled about the baby shower and gifts for her granddaughter, Artemis approached Diana and pulled her aside.

Artemis: Are you seriously going to let her plan the baby shower?

Diana: Yes. She’s so happy, and she’s moved past her weird man-hate from decades ago. Plus, she’s close with Hestia. That goddess gives the best gifts.

Artemis: That’s true. Can I attend with my male friends?

Diana: There’s no need to ask. You’re my sister and I know you're bringing my favorite Robin, Jason. As long as you bring that smiling face, and a gift, you’re invited.

Artemis: I appreciate that, Diana. Be warned, I tend to gift weapons most of the time.

Diana: Um… just bring diapers with it, and you’ll be fine.

She's pregnant

[sprunks-are-cool]

HEYA!!

So... here's the cast!

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