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[agentark]

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[daniellesimagines]

Anniversary...? (Trevor Collins)

word count: 1092 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: none fandom: achievement hunter au type: regular summary: trevor remembers everything about you – except the one thing that matters inspired by: none authors notes: i hate the title but what else is new other parts: none

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It was a normal Wednesday night in the Collins household – if 'normal' meant sitting alone at the dinner table because you never knew what time your husband would be home from work. This shouldn't have been a surprise – you knew Trevor had a lot on his plate with just being promoted and it was demanding more of his time – but... 

You thought he'd still remember your wedding anniversary.

The moment he walked into the house at nearly 10:30pm, Trevor could sense that something was different. It was quiet and cold and there was just something that made him feel uneasy.

"Y/N?!" he called out, making your heart skip a beat, "You awake?!" You didn't say anything – not that you had anything to say in the first place – and just waited.

Trevor finally made his way around the corner, surprised to see you sitting at the dining table. Two plates were across from each other with his favorite meal already served on them. You hadn't so much as glanced up at him since the moment he entered the room, obviously worrying him.

"Hey, Y/N..." he trailed off, "What's all this...?" You were silent, but before he could ask you if you were okay, you finally spoke.

"Sorry it's not much," you whispered, staring down at your untouched plate, "But I wanted us to have a nice anniversary dinner..." Trevor's heart instantly dropped.

"A-Anniversary..." he said softly, but it wasn't a question – he already knew he messed up, "Baby girl, I-"

"It's okay," you shook your head as you got up, not even bothering to clean up the leftover food on the table, "Work is a lot right now; I shouldn't have tried to surprise you." You went to walk past him, but he grabbed your hand and turned you back to him.

"Y/N, don't-" he started, but you cut him off.

"Trevor, please," your voice cracked. He could see how close you were to tears, causing him to release you before you actually started crying in front of him – he knew he wouldn't have been able to handle it.

So he let you go; He let you hurry to your bedroom, the sound of the door closing behind you echoing in his ears.

But no matter how hard he tried, he knew he wouldn't be able to get the image of you crying out of his head for at least a few hours.

~

3 hours later

It was now well after midnight and you found yourself sitting on the counter in the bathroom while Trevor was sat on the toilet seat. You didn't know exactly how you ended up in the same room – all you knew was that it had been silent for a solid 5 minutes now. That is, until you heard Trevor take a deep breath and break it.

"Do you remember when we were dancing at our wedding and you said you'd never slow danced before that night?" your husband asked softly, "And I asked if you went to prom, and you said yes but that no one wanted to dance with you during the slow songs?"

"No..." you trailed off.

"Well, I do," he promised you, "I remember your favorite cereal and your favorite donut and how you like your coffee and I can tell you exactly what you were wearing when you told me you love me for the first time. I remember what you get at McDonald's and what scent of bubble bath is your favorite. I remember looking at you when our bags got lost on our honeymoon and I was so worried you'd think it'd ruined our trip, but you just brushed it off and said 'life happens'. I know I don't always remember the important stuff like what year you were born and where you grew up before you moved to Austin and apparently, I don't remember the best day of my life-" He was getting choked up, so he cleared his throat. "-but I know that seeing you walk down that aisle and that smile on your face... I know that you looked beautiful in that dress and you look beautiful in sweatpants and my shirts on lazy Sundays and you look beautiful in every outfit in between... You're far more than I've ever deserved and I don't know how I got lucky enough to be chosen to be the one you spend the rest of your life with, but I wake up thankful every day when you're still asleep next to me and your hair is all over the place and you have drool on the side of your mouth and I look down and see the ring you let me put on your finger... 'Cause you may have to remind me of a lot of things, but I'll never forget how much I love you and how marrying you was the best decision I've ever made..."

When his rant was finished, the room was deafeningly quiet. You weren't speaking at all and that made Trevor beyond nervous. He was always pretty good at sensing what you were feeling, but he couldn't read this silence at all.

And it didn't help when he heard your feet hit the floor as you jumped down from the counter.

He expected to hear the door open and close next, signaling that you'd left the room, but it didn't. Instead, once your feet landed, they got closer to him. He saw them in his peripheral vision first, but his head didn't snap up to look at you until you planted yourself on his lap.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face immediately finding the skin that covered it. His own arms wound around your waist as he released a shaky breath, keeping you firmly against him as if to keep you from both sliding off and from leaving him anytime soon.

"I would rather you remember all that than some stupid anniversary any day," you whispered into his skin, feeling him squeeze you in return.

"Our anniversary isn't stupid," he reminded you, "The only stupid thing about it is me forgetting it."

"You know, for an aerospace engineer, you can be kinda dumb sometimes," you said lightheartedly, barely smiling when it made him laugh.

"I know," he acknowledged, "But you know what else is dumb? Agreeing to marry me." Your own giggle was muffled by his neck.

"Best dumb decision I've ever made," you told him, feeling him smile as well and kiss your shoulder.

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[trevorcollumns]

A Good Sleep

Pairing: Trevor C x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1800+

Warnings: swearing, a joke about a car crash

A/N: my first attempt at writing in 3 years, do me a favour and please let me know how I did lmao

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Seven goddamn thirty.

You click the B team office closed, arm the lock, and open Twitter as you shoulder open the door to the main office.

“Hey, I’m off now. I’ll pick up those SD cards in the morning - Trevor?”

You don’t see him at first, across the room at his desk, slumped over with his head cradled in his crossed arms. He hadn’t been one hundred percent today, but you didn’t realise it was this bad. The soft snores you hear tell you otherwise. You drop your bag on the couch and tread carefully through the trash pile at the back of the room. “Trev?”

He stirs and mumbles what might be a “what’s up,” but remains facedown in his keyboard.

“Come on, you’re going home right now.” You reach to place your hand on his back, but your stomach flip-flops at the thought, so you settle for the back of his chair. Swaying it lightly, you reach for his mouse to save his work and shut down the computer.

Trevor rouses to swat at your hand clumsily, “S’fine, Y/N, I just- I gotta finish this.” He sits upright and stretches, and you have to bite back a smile at the face he pulls. However, when he slumps backwards into his chair and rubs at his face, you frown at the bags under his eyes. Looking up at you, he gives you a dopey smile, “Is it that bad?”

You open your mouth to kindly object, but Trevor laughs at bit, and you do too. “Yeah, it’s that bad,” you admit. You know you have that stupid kind-of-fond, kind-of-pitiful smirk going on, but you let it stay there. “These emails will be here tomorrow, and you need sleep. So do I. Go home so I can sleep in peace.”

“Ah, well, I wouldn’t want to keep you up at night,” Trevor teases as he stands up.

Heat creeps up your neck and cheeks - oh please, like you don’t already . He yawns and stretches again, and you have to turn away your face as your blush deepens. You’re searching for something to say when he drops his stretch and claps his hands on his thighs.

“Fuck,” he sighs, his shouldered slumped and eyes trained unfocused on the floor.

You smirk again, “Fuck?”

“Yeah,” he smiles at you sheepishly as he collects his stuff from his desk, “Thanks for checking in. I would have been here all night.”

“I’m sure. And it’s no worry.” You regard him as he rubs at his face again, “Are you alright to get home?”

Trevor jingles the keys hooked on one of his fingers.

You laugh. “No. No, you cannot drive like this. Not in this weather.”

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just-”

“Nope. You’re ten minutes from mine. If something happened to you, I’d never sleep again.” You make your way back to the other side of the office, grab your bag from the couch and hold the door for him. “Let’s go.”

You watch him process your words for a beat, then pocket his keys and follow you to the door. “Yes, ma’am.”

The walk to your car is comfortably quiet, albeit the slight drag of Trevor’s feet and the little yawns he tries to stifle. You steal glances at him, disguised as concern as he lags behind you a little through the corridors of Stage 2. You’re unable to help yourself - Trevor is stunning twenty four hours a day seven days a week, but you’ve never seen him so sleepy. His mussed hair and heavy lidded eyes have you blushing for no good reason, and pushing away some persistent thoughts.

Outside, it’s well past dark and freezing, and you both pick up the pace as you dig your keys out of your bag. Your car isn’t far, and Trevor laughs as he moves a plate with the crumbs of this morning’s breakfast from the passenger seat before he climbs in. “Relatable,” he grins at you.

“Gotta do what I gotta do to be on time. Can’t let the boss down.” You flash him a teasing smile, turn on the heating, put your car in gear, and head for the gates.

As you do, Trevor scoffs. “Impossible.” He fiddles with your stereo, and your playlist from this morning quietly fills the silence. “Good stuff,” he murmurs and sinks into his seat, head back and eyes closed to the street lights now passing overhead.

“Big weekend, then?” you query.

He turns his face towards you, eyebrows raised in question. “Hmm?”

“It’s Monday and you’re dead to the world, Trev.”

“Oh,” he laughs, “I, uh, guess I got a little too invested in Hell’s Kitchen reruns last night.”

You look at him incredulously. “One half of me wants to say fair play, the other half wants to say you’re an idiot.”

“Fair play.”

You laugh, a good proper laugh, and Trevor does too, and you feel good - light, and giddy. The laughter is passing when you feel his gaze on you. Still giggling, you tear your eyes from the road to find him watching you with another dopey smile. “What?”

Trevor starts a little, like you’ve interrupted a thought. A beat goes by, and his smile returns. “You’re the prettiest Uber driver I’ve ever had.” He looks pleased with himself for the joke.

Your grin falters for a split second while you internalise the remark. “Mm, good one,” your grin returns, but your knuckles are white where you grip the steering wheel.

“No, really. I, uh, I mean it.” This time when you look at him, his smile is gentle and ernest.

“Oh.” You’re taken aback, and the shade of red you’re sure you’re turning is mortifying, but you glance back at him nonetheless, “Thanks, Trev.”

“Any time.” Trevor says confidently. When you look at him again, he’s staring out the passenger window. It could be the brake lights from the car in front of you, but his cheeks seem to glow just as red your own.

You let him dooze the rest of the way.

With your quiet music and Trevor’s low breathing, you find yourself on autopilot, reliving his words and chewing your lip until swells. Are you overthinking it? Could it really be that simple? Your crush on Trevor had been with you so long it had become more a casual avocation than the pining it had been. Sometimes you thought you’d worked past it - for the better. He’s your boss now, after all.

And now, this. Fuck.

You’re surprised when you find yourself pulling onto Trevor’s street. You shake his shoulder gently, “Where’re we at?”

He rubs the sleep from his face, answering you through a yawn, “Uh, it’s right up here on the left.”

You pull up outside his place, familiar from the time or two you’d visited for game nights. You leave the engine running.

“Well, goddamn, were you right about me not driving home, huh?” Trevor unbuckles himself and gathers his things in his lap. He’s smiling at you, cheeky again.

You hum in mock contemplation. “I’d say you would have been a goner around about the North Loop.”

“Hey now, I would have gotten further than that.”

“Dead meat either way. You were out like a light.” You’re smug, and you can’t help it, “Good thing I’m a good person.”

He opens his door, “You’re an amazing person, actually.” And he’s out on the street and coming around the back of your car before you can get a word in. You’ve barely closed the shocked little ‘o’ on your lips when he’s tapping your window. Cheeks still pink, you wind it down for him.

“An actual saint,” he continues, “I owe you one. Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“My pleasure. The pictures I may have snapped on the way make it all worth it,” you tease. “Very cute.”

He cringes, “Yikes. Did I drool?”

“Just a little.” You grin and lean towards him, against your door.

“How charming of me.” He runs his hand through his hair, a habit you could never look away from. His tired eyes catch the warmth of the streetlight, and his cheeks are flushed from the cold. His breath clouded by the frost about his head make you think of a halo - you smile at him softly.

“What?” His smile is nervous.

You almost don’t say it. Instead, you steel yourself, swallow what feels like your heart in your throat, and say brightly, “You’re the prettiest passenger I’ve ever had.”

Trevor’s surprise melts to something softer as he looks at the ground, then back to you, “You’re a dork.” It’s that dopey smile again.

You give an exaggerated shrug, “Yeah, but I’m right, so…”

He laughs. He’s shivering now, even in his coat, and it’s well past eight thirty. You’re about to say goodnight when he speaks.

“Do you want to get lunch together tomorrow?”

“I, uh - like, lunch lunch?”

“Like a date, yeah, if you want.”

Your heart’s in your throat again, beating ten million miles an hour, but somehow you manage to get “I’d love to,” around it.

Trevor laughs with what sounds like a little touch of relief, “That’s that, then.”

“Sure is,” you smile, thankful that you at least sound like you’re not losing your mind. “Hey, go get some sleep. You need it bad”

“Yeah, sleep sounds good.” He runs his hand through his hair once more before shoving it back in his pocket and stepping back onto the curb, “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Back at you!”

You watch him turn and make his way across his front yard. He gets halfway before he stops and turns back, shaking his head.

“You alright?” you call.

“I forgot something.”

You look over your shoulder at your passenger seat, which is empty. “Trev, I think you’ve -”

You turn to lean out your window to him again, but Trevor’s already there, taking your face in his hands and kissing you squarely on the lips. In the moment it takes you to process what’s happening, you feel him start to pull away. Before he can, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, and place the other on his shoulder, anchoring him right where you need him. You feel his smile against your own and every part of you is humming. You deepen the kiss, until you feel his tongue swipe gently at your bottom lip, and you want to, you so badly want to open your mouth to Trevor, but now’s not the time, so you don’t. You pull yourself away to look up at him. “Was that it?”

He’s breathless and flushed and starry-eyed, a mirror image of yourself. “Yeah,” he murmurs, “That was it.” He strokes your cheek before he takes his hands from your face, and you do the same. For moment, all either of you can do is stare at each other, short of breath and beaming. Trevor takes a step back onto the curb, but his gaze doesn’t leave your face, your dopey smile. “Night, Y/N.”

“Have a good sleep, Trev.”

[rembytem]

AH Hybrid AU again? No problem.

[treh-co]

Fiona, Trevor, and Matt modelling the new Achievement Hunter POP collection!

[cowboylightbearer]

literally shout out to everyone who went back into their archive and deleted all their RH content, you are stronger than me lol

[chezzkaa]

‘Charge’ - Knight Lindsay

[Inspired by these songs] They’re great to listen to when reading this! Lindsay Jones being the strong, powerful woman she is - but as a knight. WC: 800+  A/N: Sorry for being dead… Have some random nonsense.

The warm ambers of a new day bathe the sea of bodies with bated breath waiting below. Excitement hums with the rustle of wind through grass. A sleepless night stretches, opening to sun soaked mornings. Crisp and cold before the warmth of a new day has time to taint it.

At the head stands a woman. Tumbles of crimson hair is schooled into submission, her expression as steely as the weapon she wields. Bright eyes gleam with the possibilities of the battle to come, hazel depths swimming with what the brave call brilliance - but what many call madness. Caught in the light, her armor glints. Cat paws emboss panels and trace their way across her shoulders, clinging to her body and building walls stronger than the ones that she herself intends to climb.

A tap on her shoulder is accompanied with a familiarly wicked grin. All teeth and mischief as her husband lets her know it’s time. His brassy curls shift in the breeze, the odd freckle scattered across his cheeks glowing golden in the morning light.

He has complete faith in her. Foolish and proud and ready to follow.

When the woman turns the rumble of anxious voices her falls silent. Her attention grants her the respect she deserves and the command that always seems to follow. It’s something she worked hard to earn, and something she’ll be damned to give up. She’d clawed her way up mountains in the same way the day drags itself through night.

No one deserved to be stood at the head of such an army anymore than she.

Taking in her troops, she offers them a smile.

“Today,” she calls, “we fight.”

Her words are clung to. Her breath welcomed. Her pregnant pause filling the men following her with hope all over again. She knows how to deliver a speech, she’s presented enough of them in the past to realise that it’s all in the performance. And as the curtain of dawn begin to dwindle, she stands on the stage their efforts have set.

“For those that we’ve lost, that we’ve loved, and for those that we’ve yet to meet.”

She takes in the familiar faces in the crowd as she speaks. Her friends and allies are so easy to find in the sea swarming at her feet, their shoulders helping with the weight she’s set to carry. A large nose protrudes confidently from the crowd, tattoos peek from beneath armor, and an overly loud, red beard let her know that the people she’s come to rely on were always there. And they are there. Even the golden shine of madness, almost mundane without the cracked crown he’s set aside, has come to support her. To will her to continue.

She swallows any swill of doubt she has left.

“For those who saw our beginning but never our end; and for those yet to see the future we’re trying to create.”

Her pacing is linear. Slow, sure, and with deliberate steps. Each movement resonates with confidence as her boot hitches in the soil, the tip of her sword poised above the Earth. She doesn’t waver, breathing in the sight of her husband’s thumbs up and prideful grin.

“We fight for our beliefs, for our sins and our sun-filled Saturdays. Today we fight for who we are, and who we want to be.”

Ripples of agreement murmur through the crowd, and although she cannot spare a glance to each of their faces, she feels their certainty. Feels their faith in the way their attention decorates her skin. Voices of approval stick to her side, scents of the twins, something fighty, and the bite of Manhattan letting her know that everyone in her heart has been accounted for.

“We shall not die,” she resolves, “but if our bodies fall our memories will serve us through time. May our actions here hold us higher, may who we are become stepping stones for those we wish to save. Today we fight because there is no other option. There’s no other choice. Only this.”

She raises her sword, challenging even the sky to defy her. Calling for the clouds to so much as think about getting in her way before she cuts them down.

“For the future!”

For the future!

“For ourselves!”

For ourselves!

“And for those we’ve left behind!”

The cheers come through as a roar. A rumble that stutters through her feet and burrows into her knees. A wicked grin, not unlike her husbands, flirts at her features.

“Nothing will stop this change – not with you by my side. You hear that, you bastards?! You can’t hold us back, so don’t even try. We’re coming for our freedom. We’re coming for your heads!”

She waits. There’s always a pause before the best bit.  

“Are you ready, men?”

Yes, Ma’am!

A smile peels it’s way across her lips, the steel of her blade glinting as it meets the sunlight. She takes a breath. Then;

“CHARGE!”

[the-darkgod]

me, someone who does not work at rooster teeth and therefore will never be on an episode of on the spot: hmm.... i wonder what my team name would be... i gotta make sure its something clever... and what kind of weird bit would i be doing on the show.... ohhh i would do that game rly well...

[reb0rnmagg0t]

unbeknownst to you all, there is a second half to Jeremy’s “shit ass”

might i propose to you “shit ass bitch fuck”

[roosterteethinserts]

Jealousy

AN: Oh my god I didn’t realize this took over a month for me to do, I’m so sorry to the anon that requested it *cries*. Hopefully this is still good for you. (I don’t have any requests now, so send them in, but I’ll be busy with school soon so I’ll try to get them out asap) Enjoy!

Pair-Michael x Reader

Word Count-2239

Warnings-jealousy, mentions of in-game death (gta to be specific), fluff

Summary- During a let’s play, Gavin and Y/N get too chummy to Michael’s liking and Michael is jealous for the video. It’s made up after a nice lunch and assurance that Y/N only likes Michael and not his best friend. 

The loud noise of Achievement Hunter introing their newest GTA video filled the room. It was rare for me to be actually in the game doing this and not listening to them intro it through my headphones while editing or from the other room. It was louder than I expected and more distracting from my concentration of not trying to die while Ryan and Gavin drove around the people on foot.

"Hey Geoff! What are we doing?"

Jack was almost instantly answered with Geoff saying, "We're just going to mess around with some of the new vehicles that recently came out."

He added, "So let's say who's here. Geoff."

"Jack!"

"Ryan!"  

"Michael."

"Gav."

I smiled and exclaimed, "And Y/N!"

I made myself jump in the game as I did it, almost getting hit by Gavin's car in the process. I saw Michael from a distance drive towards us since he went to pick up one of his cars so he can drive to get one of the new vehicles.

"Jeremy isn't here so we decided to let Y/N come in and take his spot. They had to fist fight the other editors, but they were crowned champion and able to take his seat," Geoff jokes.

Jack asked, "So who's getting what? Are we going to have a goal or something?"

Gavin exclaimed, "I want to get the new plane and fly it around. Does anyone want to come with? Y/N?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, sure. You're always the center of chaos and I think I'd like to have another perspective when something goes wrong."

I got into Gavin's car, knowing that he could possibly kill us even when he's driving. Luckily, he safely drove us to the airport and parked right next to the new plane.

I got into Gavin's car and exclaim, "To the airport!...Hopefully we won't die."

Jack laughed, "Famous last words from Y/N, 'Hopefully we won't die'."

We got into the plane, Gavin getting in just a few moments before me, so he was the pilot.

I joked, "Gavin's flying. Hopefully he won't crash into something."

Gavin pouted, "I'm a good pilot, Y/N! Just trust me."

We take off and soar through the sky. I sit in the passenger seat and look around, listening to Jack and Ryan talk about one of the many things in GTA that came out. I mostly spaced them out since I don't really play GTA so I'm not that interested in hearing it. I noticed that he was flying towards the race track, which is where everyone else is going towards.

I asked, "Hey Gav, quick question. Where are you flying?"

He laughs, "Don't worry about it. We're just going to fly by to show it off."

It didn't take long for us to see everyone and their newly customized vehicles. I laughed at the color that Geoff chose which was magenta, standing out against the blues and blacks of the others.

I didn't notice Gavin's flying because I was questioning Geoff, who just shouted, "It's a cool color, okay?"

I shrugged, "I wouldn't have guessed that you'd want a pink car, is all."

The next second later, I noticed one of the many light poles on the outside of the track. The only reason I did was because we hit the wing of my side of the plane. I sighed as I hit respawn.

"Gavin, you killed me. I'm disappointed but not surprised. I kinda regret choosing to go with you to be honest. I have nothing left to contribute to the race."

He said with a playful smile, "That hurt, you saying that. It's all good, we're close to the airport. Do you want to get another one? We could get one of the new helicopters and watch them race."

I thought and told him, "I'll fly it, but yeah sure. That sounds good."

Geoff told us, "Tell us when you're overhead. I'm almost there to the track."

The both of us talked to each other about something Gavin was curious of, specifically something about my life. We both faced each other in real life, having a real conversation about something embarrassing that happened when I was in school. The others chimed in their opinions at times, but it was mostly Gavin and I. It really showed that Gavin and I were pretty good friends around the office since we were both joking and making fun of each other.

I could tell Michael was mentally shut off during that time, silently getting his car and trying to ignore the both of us. It wasn't showing much in the video since everyone seems to be talking, but I can tell from a mile away that he was jealous. Sometimes when Gavin and I were hanging out too much with each other without him, he'd get jealous since his two best friends were interacting without him. It was something he did at times like these when he hasn't hung out with me in a week or so and I'm talking to Gavin when I could talk to the both of them.  

The helicopter was quick to get to the track. I told everyone that we were here and the race started after a countdown.

Gavin acted like a reporter, announcing everyone's places as they take their three laps around the track. I kept towards the center of the track, high enough where everyone was visible. Since there were light poles around the track, I tried my best to be careful of them. It didn't last long though, since Gavin took out a grenade and threw it at the car in first, Ryan's, when he was almost at the end of the race. Ryan's car ended up being wrecked from the explosion and he lost being in first.

Laughter erupted from the crew as Ryan yelled out, "Gavin you bastard! I was about to win!"

He retaliated by shooting a rocket right at the helicopter before Gavin could utter out an excuse once he showed up to the track after responding just out of it, causing the helicopter and the both of us to explode. I just silently hit 'respawn' and called one of my cars to take me to the track, which was a little ways away.

I got into one of my character's cars after getting it. I stayed silent as I drove, trying to let everyone get their arguments out of the way.

Gavin yelled, "Why did you rocket the both of us, Ryan? Y/N had nothing to do with this."

The other three cars were driving around aimlessly, trying to yell at both Gavin and Ryan about what happened.

Ryan points out,"Well, I wouldn't have shot my rocket if you didn't destroy my new car."

I told them, "What's done is done, boys. I'm not even phased anymore. I expected this to happen basically since I went with Gavin and he had nothing else to focus on other than causing trouble."

Jack laughed, "Well, before the video started you wanted to come with me and Ryan and get the new car so we can race it, so you're the one who caused it since you changed the plan. I don't know how you would've liked coming with us since you don't have enough money for the cars."

Gavin exclaimed, "I'm going to the beach since there's a new boat and I bought one."  

Michael laughs as Gavin runs towards the cars, "Gav, why don't you come with me and we can go together? We'll go Team Nice Dynamite style."

Gavin smiled, "Yeah boi! Come pick me up."

I could tell Michael was trying to separate the two of us. I didn't really care, wanting Michael to be happy more than anything.

Geoff suggests, "Why don't all of us go to the beach and we'll end the video after Gavin shows us the new boat? I gotta head to a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Yeah sure, Geoff. Let's go."

Since it was the last video before lunch, I knew that Michael would want to get something to eat. Usually, I have to get him lunch with the rest of AH, usually something suggested and Steffie ordered ahead.

"Hey guys," Gavin asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

Suggestions were thrown around the room. Usual places like Rudy's or Pete Terry's were said, but nothing was conclusive. One person didn't want something, then everyone didn't want that since they had it yesterday for lunch.

Eventually, Michael just said, "How about we all go out and get our own? Ryan and Jack want Homeslice and I'm not feeling it. Plus Geoff won't be here so unless we're filming a four-person let's play I want to go out."

Gavin asked, "What do you want, Michael?"

He shrugged, "Could go for some Torchy's right now."

Gavin debated the two while I asked Michael if I could take a ride with him, eventually asking Michael if he can come as well. Michael agreed and that was the end of that conversation.

Everyone ended up at the beach in-game and Gavin showed off the boat after apparently killing some pedestrians. The video wasn't something different of AH; Michael and Gavin tried to shoot everyone off the boat, Ryan murdered the citizens then turned to killing everyone else, Geoff and Jack ended the video, and I just watched as it all went down, glad that the video was over.

Geoff stood up once the video was over, "Welp, I gotta go to my meeting. I'll probably be back in two hours if I'm back at all. Trevor said that you guys don't need to film anything, but you can if you want."

Everyone packed up after saving their files and sending to the main folder of unedited footage. Michael, Gavin and I went to lunch quickly after, all hungry. Gavin goofed around with Michael, who seemed to perk up at his friend's antics. I smiled as I watched Gavin and Michael play around, happy to see Michael happy.

I drove the three of us to Torchy's, Gavin and Michael arguing about something Gavin said while getting into the car. It didn't take long to get there so the argument was quickly ended as I pulled into a parking space.

We ordered our food and sat down at a table. I could tell Michael was still hot from filming but I wasn't sure how to ask him about it.  

I just asked, "Michael, are you okay? You didn't seem yourself when we filmed."

Gavin added, "Yeah, Michael! You usually don't sit there and not speak much in a video."

We ate as I looked at Michael, who looked to be contemplating telling us the truth.

He just quietly said while staring at his food, "I don't like seeing you being chummy with Gavin. It seemed like you like him more than me, is all."

Gavin outright laughed at Michael's statement, causing Michael to look up from his food with an annoyed expression.

"You must be joking!"

Michael shook his head, "I'm not...I know it sounds stupid but it hurt to see my favorite boy and my favorite girl having fun without me."

I felt my heart melt at his confession. It was seriously some of the sweetest things he's said to me, even if it was his jealousy that made it.

I smiled, "You don't have to worry, okay? I'm not going to date Gavin, even for a million dollars I wouldn't."

Gavin agreed, "She's like a little sister to me. I wouldn't date her for any amount of money."

Michael nodded his head. He looked relieved after we said that, his jealousy seemingly gone from his mind. It took only a few minutes before he started acting like himself, joking around with the both of us. The rest of lunch wasn't that eventful since it was normal.

We went back to the office after lunch, getting back before the others. Gavin and Michael took their seats in the main office, turning to me.

I told them, "I'll go back to my spot. It was fun to film and go out to eat."

Michael smiled, "Yeah. I'll see you after work, yeah?"

I smiled, "Yeah. See you!"

I went to kiss his cheek, but Gavin stopped us by shouting at us that it was gross, making the both of us laugh. I quickly pecked his cheek and left before Gavin said anything, rolling my eyes at the Brit.

Going back to work, I finished the video that I was editing before I filmed. I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face whenever I thought about Michael being jealous.

I mean, it was cute to think of him being jealous of someone being with me, but Gavin? Gavin definitely wouldn't try to date me since we're friends, especially since it'd be weird to date his best friend's girlfriend. He wouldn't be able to get away from Michael if he tried that since Michael wouldn't let that happen ever. I'm flattered that Michael would even think of Gavin as someone that might think of me as someone that he'd want to date, but Michael is the only one that fits my type. I'll have to make it clear when I see him next that he's the only one for me, even if it takes more convincing.

[youtubeimaginationstation]

Friday Night

Pairing: Trevor Collins/Reader Rating: G Word Count: 835 Read it on A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11421291

Fridays were normally your favorite day of the week. You got off of work, came home, changed into the comfiest clothes you owned and let the stress of the week roll off. That and you got to spend time with your boyfriend Trevor. Seeing as he was the supervising producer of Achievement Hunter even his evenings were packed to the brim with emails, phone calls, and the occasional drunk Facetime from Geoff when he had a brilliant idea. You were used to sharing your time with the Achievement Hunters and you relished your time with him when you could get it. Fridays were always when you and him set aside time to make dinner and play some kind of multiplayer or watch a movie.

This Friday though when 6:30 rolled around Trevor wasn’t home. No text message telling you what was happening. No phone call to tell you he was gonna be late. Nothing. You tried not to let it bother you, figuring he was finishing something up at work. He’d be home soon. Instead you turned some music on and started prepping for dinner, dancing around the kitchen and making a marinade for the chicken. This was typically something the two of you did together, but you knew that you were going to be getting real hungry soon so prep made sense.

When 7:30 came and went you sent him a quick text message that everything was ready to get made when he got home and that he should let you know when he was on his way back. You turned on the Xbox and settled in for a few rounds of Rocket League to pass the time. And time passed. And passed. It was 9:30 when Trevor finally shuffled in through the door. You looked up from your spot on the couch, and one look at the exhaustion in his face had you dropping the controller and hopping up greet him.

“It’s a bit late isn’t it?” You started, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. There was clear tension throughout his whole body so you just pulled him over to the couch before he could even really reply.

“Everyone was all over the place today. I really didn’t have much of the team, it seems like everyone had somewhere else to be today. I really needed at least two of the guys to come in and film in this one game… honestly I can’t even remember what game it was because I didn’t end up getting anyone to fucking play. And then for some reason a ton of our scheduled uploads just disappeared. I had to reupload those after pre-filming On the Spot for next week since Jon is going to be out of town.” Trevor grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face while you fished the Chinese take out menus from the drawer and grabbed your phone to order his favorites. “And of course as soon as I needed the internet to be fast it just fucking wasn’t so those hour long reuploads took forever.”

You nodded along and raised a finger to quiet him while you called in your orders. As soon as that was done you tossed the menu and your phone onto the recliner in the corner and nearly climbed on top of him on the couch. He huffed out a laugh as you wrapped yourself around him and nuzzled against his neck.

“Hi Y/N.” He said quietly, pulling back to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry I was so late. I know Fridays are our thing.” His shoulders slumped under your arms and you just shook your head, kissing him quickly.

“Hey, you’re here now. Friday isn’t over. We’re just starting a little later. No big deal.” You said, then kissing each of his cheeks bringing a small smile to his face.

“How did I get so lucky?” Trevor asked, resting his chin on your shoulder and you just shrugged, curling in a little closer on him. You didn’t realize how long you’d been sitting there until the doorbell made you both jump and you hopped up to grab your wallet. You returned with two armfuls of food to Trevor setting things up for Mario Kart. You raised an eyebrow at his choice and he laughed.

“We don’t do any Nintendo in the office and this requires no thought.” He explained and you just shook your head.

“No thought? Trevor I’m gonna wipe the floor with your ass when this is done.” You teased, setting up the food on the table. He tackled you to the couch, peppering your face with kisses.

“Yeah right. I’m gonna kill it.” He said and you bopped him on the nose.

“Put your money where your mouth is Collins, you’re going down.” You said laughing and he pulled you up into a kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t exactly how you planned it to be but Friday’s were always going to be your favorite day of the week.

[dreamhot]

Signed up for wattpad in 2014 flash forward to last year and their data breach put my email on the dark web and someone tried to scam me lol

oh we love ourselves a good data breach ... i've found my old passwords on sites that track that sort of shit but luckily i've never gotten into any sort of trouble (save for my first neopets account getting shut down but that was my own dumbass fault for falling for a scammer loool)

gonna answer the other fanfic asks under a cut

Anonymous asked: I remember reading Hermione x Ron fanfics on deviant art when I was like 12 :/ also used to read Percy Jackson fics on Wattpad but we don’t talk about that 🤡

re: the last point - you and dream both, pal

Anonymous asked: its kinda funny for me to think about, i got into fanfic by reading mcyter fics (shout out team crafted). they were reader insert and not shipping but i really have come full circle

when i was into rtah, there was def some fic centred around let's play minecraft, but . i was reading the shipping stuff Oops

Anonymous asked: my first fanfiction experience was in 2014? In YOUTUBE. there were channels that made videos reading fanfictions they've got god knows where and if they were multichapter they would usually upload twice a week or something. Now that I think about it it was weird af cause istg the voices reading couldn't have had more than 15/16 years old and they read some filthy stuff sometimes. I can't even imagine reading shut outloud, let alone RECORD MYSELF DOING IT

yeah like i was def too young to be writing some of the fic i did at like, 16/7, but . that was also an era in which people weren't really disclosing their ages anyway lol BUT PUTTING YOUR VOICE TO IT ...? that's a level of bravery i can't even fathom

Anonymous asked: possibly my first fanfiction experience that i can remember was discovering that the avatar the last airbender wiki had a closely linked sister wiki for fanfic content and i dived into that. it must have been like… 2010/11? I knew about ffnet around the same time thanks to my brother but i’m not sure which actually was in my life first. anyway shoutout to avatar fanon wiki

fanon wikis are so fascinating like either they're enormously helpful and point out a lot of cool content Or they're just ill-kept messes of drama. always seems to be one or the other lmao

Anonymous asked: if we're sharing our fanfic experiences, i will say i used fanfic.net, ao3, wattpad, devientart, and quotev, and fanfiction.net has a special place in my heart. its where ot3s, brotps, lemons, using hate comments as fuel to bake cookies, disclaimers about not owning characters, a/n: breaks in the middle of the story, and songfics with the lyrics taking up half the word count really thrived. times were simpler back then

STOPPP NOT THE A/N BREAKS ... you'd be reading a fic and then it suddenly breaks into a fuckin roleplay dialogue between the author and the characters like WHAT'S GOING ON HERE !! i remember when ff.net purged all the songfic etc and how fucking mad ppl were cos they literally just . deleted shit without warning. they were truly merciless back then

Anonymous asked: my experience with fic platforms is kinda weird because i'm definitely in the "too young to have used ffn regularly" demographic but because english is not my first language and my first fandom was full of people who in general were 10+ years older than me (because after my brother taught me how to pirate stuff i ended up getting into 90s anime), the first fic i ever encountered was in ffn and wattpad became popular and easily accessible to me not long after, so for a while those were my two sites until i became fluent enough in english to engage fandom and moved from there to ao3 without struggling with the lack of content in a language i could read. it's funny because whenever older people talk about the youth (tm) not knowing how things were before ao3 it makes me feel old lmao

that's interesting tho :0 see, the thing is that wattpad and ff.net are still in USE, so it's completely possible that ppl were (or are?) using them while others used ao3 - though it blows my mind why anyone would CHOOSE to use ff.net in the year of our lord 2022

[daniellesimagines]

Moon Ball (Trevor Collins)

word count: 1161 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: bloody nose fandom: achievement hunter au type: regular summary: trevor accidentally hurts you, and you’re a little too chill about it for his liking inspired by: gavin hitting lindsay in the face with a moon ball (x) authors notes: i know trevor doesnt edit the minecraft videos anymore but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ other parts: none

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"This is Y/N syncing," you said into the mic in front of your mouth, "One, two, three, one, two, three."

The chorus of syncs could be heard throughout the Achievement Hunter office as you all prepared yourselves for another Minecraft Let's Play. Only Geoff and Gavin knew what you all were doing – as per usual – and after the past three weeks of playing the third Shopping List competitions, you were praying it was something more laid-back.

The only people in the video were going to be you, Geoff, Gavin, Alfredo, Jack, and Ryan. The others in the room – Jeremy, Trevor, and Michael – were cleaning up from the AHWU that had been filmed prior to you starting your recordings.

"Oh, boy," Trevor said to himself – obviously no one heard it – as he found a small, round object on the floor when he picked up an empty box. He tossed the cardboard into the cart beside him, bending back down to retrieve the ball. "Moon ball!" he announced, lobbing it at the wall across the room.

You already had your headphones on, so you didn't hear or see anything – all you knew was that one minute, you were preparing for the video and the next, you were being hit in the face by something ricocheting off of the wall in front of you.

"Fuck!" you immediately yelped out in pain, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jack asked from behind you. You were leaning forward on your desk, holding your nose. You froze for a moment before speaking.

"Uh, we might have to hold off on the Let's Play for a few more minutes," you said.

"Why?" Geoff wondered, "I thought we were ready."

"I have to go take care of something – it won't take long," you promised, grabbing a tissue from the box on your desk. You got up, hoping no one would see you transfer the tissue to your now bloody nose, but unfortunately, someone did.

"Holy shit, Y/N!" Alfredo's eyes widened, "What happened?! Why are you bleeding?!"

"You're bleeding?!" everyone exclaimed simultaneously, rushing over to your desk.

"What happened?" Jeremy asked in the same way Alfredo had, his voice full of concern.

"I don't know," you sighed – you really didn't want to alarm everyone, "I saw something hit the wall above my head, and then I just got nailed in the face." No one noticed it, but Trevor's eyes immediately widened as Ryan looked over onto your desk.

"Who threw the moon ball?!" he asked, grabbing it from where it came to rest nearly hidden behind one of your monitors, "You're supposed to call that shit out!"

"I did..." Trevor said softly. Everyone looked at him, but his eyes remained on you. When you looked at him after grabbing another tissue, you could see how horrible he felt.

"Trevor!" the group yelled in unison.

"Guys," you interrupted, bringing their attention back to you, "He didn't mean to; It's fine. I'm just gonna go wash my face real quick and then we can start the Let's Play." You hurried out of the room, not wanting your newest tissue to get soaked before you made it to the sink.

You'd only been in the bathroom for two minutes, using paper towels to catch the rest of the blood before you wiped your face, when you heard the door open. You looked into the mirror in front of you to find Trevor shyly poking his head in.

"S'anyone else in here?" he asked softly. When you shook your head, he came all the way inside. "M'sorry," he murmured, chewing on his inner cheek, "I didn't think I threw it that hard..." You threw away the paper towel, the bleeding finally stopping, and grabbed a new one, running it under the water.

"Trev, it's not your fault," you said, assuring him that you really didn't blame him, "Accidents happen."

"Don't like when my accidents hurt you..." he whispered.

You only smiled slightly at him, "What will make you feel better then, cleaning up the blood yourself?"

Trevor didn't respond – he just came over, put his hand on your shoulder, turned you around, grabbed your hips, and lifted you up onto the counter so you were eye-level with him. He took the wet paper towel from your hand before taking your cheek in his other hand, wiping your nose, upper lip, and everywhere else he saw dried blood.

"I was kidding, Trevor," you giggled, finally succeeding in making him smile.

"S'the only way I'll feel better," he told you, making you laugh again.

"Sure, it is," you replied, scrunching up your nose when he unintentionally tickled it.

It only took a couple more minutes to get your face all cleaned up and looking like you'd never even had a bloody nose at all. Trevor tossed the towel into the trashcan and you went to hop off of the counter, but he stopped you.

"M'sorry I made your nose bleed," he returned to his spot in front of you.

"Trev, I already told you it wasn't your fault," you shook your head, taking his hand and squeezing it as you held it on your lap, "You didn't know it was gonna hit anyone."

"But it did," he frowned, "N'it's worse 'cause it hit you..."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Forgive me?" he gave you his best puppy-dog eyes, just to ensure that you would. You instantly laughed loudly, making him smile as well.

"I forgive you, Trevor," you nodded.

"And a kiss?"

"I don't know if you deserve that," you smiled mischievously.

Trevor exhaled sharply, his bottom lip sticking out with the breath he released. You giggled again, leaning forward and pecking his lips.

"So demanding," you mentioned, squeaking when he used the hand that wasn't holding yours to playfully poke your sides. He quickly kissed you again before finally letting you jump back to the ground. "C'mon, lover boy!" you chirped, "I've got a video to get back to!"

"Yeah," he chuckled under his breath, "You'd all better re-sync for the video since I can't use the first one."

"What? Why can't you use that one?" you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him after he opened the bathroom door for you. Trevor gave you a quizzical look as he took your hand again, tangling your fingers together.

"Why would I?" he asked.

"Because!" you exclaimed, bouncing slightly on your feet, "I mean, you don't have to include after it, but you definitely have to show me getting creamed with the moon ball! It was hilarious!"

"You know, one of these days, you're gonna hurt around here and you're not gonna find it funny," he shook his head, laughing softly.

"But today is not that day, my boy!" you announced, throwing your free arm up dramatically while Trevor just rolled his eyes fondly.

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[tr3vordooley]

I got a new vape flavor and it was supposed to be Skittles flavor but it only tastes like the purple Skittle what a fucking disappointment

[juggey]

i think the thing that gets to me about this the most is that like. i’m the same age as tess, i was into rtah at the same time, i was in love with these dudes at the same time. nd i’m a gay guy so obvs i’m a lot less likely to be targeted but i can’t help but put myself in her position and i cant even imagine how i wouldve reacted getting that kind of attention from one of them when i was in /high school!!/ it would be so easy to get way in over your head so quickly and just do. whatever you thought he wanted you to do. the legality of what happened is the furthest thing from my mind tbh when it comes to her or any of these girls. or even if there was “consent” in the eyes of the law. it’s the position that he put them in. and it just. it makes me feel awful, man. it couldve been me. coulda been a lot of other people. it WAS a lot of people.

yeah. this reallly succinctly puts together thoughts i can’t get unjumbled. you strip everything away, and he was fully aware of what his attention did to people, and saw it as a no consequence way to pleasure himself. that’s all i need to know. everything else is excess garbage at the shit show. 

i’m a couple years older, but i really really empathize with all the victims. i was a super fan when i was in high school, because i was a fucking high schooler who thought it was so cool that these guys were funny. i did stupid shit as a high schooler, and i did stupid shit in my sexual life as a high schooler, and that was without the immense pressure of someone with a platform hundreds of times larger than yours, who you would kill for a scrap of attention from, giving it to you. it’s fucking heartbreaking to know that there’s a huge group of fans who were only Potential Victims to him. 

[michaelsgavin]

I feel for you. I've been an rt fan since 2005 and as soon as ryan popped up he was one of my faves. This is so awful and disorienting and disappointing. I've consumed a lot of rtah fan content (inc reader inserts) and I can't imagine being a creator right now. 💜

oh god that’s even longer than i have.....sending good vibes to you too, it must be even more difficult for you to separate the nostalgia and all the goodwill built up over the years with this disappointing event ;;

and yeah currently i have no idea what i’d do with all the fics and gifs and graphics i’ve made of him—i would be lying if i say i don’t regret ever making them at all, even when there was no way i could’ve known. there are a lot of conflicting feelings i have to sort out later