#fakes

[phantombandit84]

For any new Richard Harmon fans coming from watching Final Destination: Bloodlines, here’s some more of his films that I highly recommend:

- The 100 (Tv Series) Probably the most special to me, this is when I found Richard in 2014 when The 100 started, and gave us probably one of his best characters, John Murphy.

- I Still See You (2018) Probably my second favorite character of his, Kirk Lane. It's such a interesting story and he's absolutely incredible in it.

- Fakes (Tv Series) If you're wanting something a little funnier, rather than horror I'd go for Fakes on netflix. It's just a silly little comedy and really shows off his funny side.

- Forever 16 (2013) A very interesting story, but also rich, bad boy asshole richard is a plus.

- Lowlifes (2024) Lowlifes was a very big surprise to me, I highly HIGHLY recommend this one! it's very interesting.

- Margaux (2022) I'd say that Margaux is kind of the closest thing to Final Destination, it's silly and the deaths are over exaggerated.

- The Puppet Killer (2019) I just very weirdly have a love for this movie, it's a weird one but it knows it which makes it interesting. Also Richard in his famous guyliner never disappoints.

- The Hollow (2015) Honestly one of my favs, he looks incredible in this movie. The story is really good too and the visuals are incredible.

- Scarecrow (2013) I will say now, his screen time in this movie is short. BUT HE LOOKS SO HOT so it is completely worth the watch!

- If I Had Wings (2013) This is honestly one of his best films, it's so emotional and real. It's incredible.

- Grave Encounters 2 (2012) A great found footage, paranormal horror.

- Triple Dog (2010) He's so baby in this, he only has a little role but I love this movie so I had to include it.

- Trick r Treat (2007) Had to put this in here because Trick r Treat is such a big halloween film and Richard is so incredibly proud of being in it.

- Darkness Falls (2020) Another interesting story.

- The Return (2020) Haunted House.

- Judas Kiss (2011) This is a very interesting story, and it's a fan favorite. Richards first LGBTQ+ Film.

- Woodland (2018) He looks incredible in this film and it's a very interesting watch.

- Game, Set, Love (2022) Not a massive hallmark movie person haha but I wanted to include this because it was a Harmon sibling project. I do need to rewatch though.

[bruisedbyprincealbert]

I feel like I did pretty well on this one! You can't tell me Seth isn't dead on

[babybluebex]

in case anyone wants to know, tryst wears old spice deodorants, in scents “nightpanther” and “oasis”

[tjwritesfanfics]

Enchanted (Tryst)

Pairing: Tryst x GN!Reader

Summary: After the cops busted up another rave, Tryst and you were left to clean up. But he had a different plan.

Rating: Fluff

Warning: None. Just dancing with Tryst

Words: 2.2k

An: Gif is not mine. Thank you to lomapacks here on tumblr!

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Another weekend, another extraordinary rave put on by the Trystan Smith.

Lights completely off, music pulsing through every speaker, the colors and glows of the neon jewelry people were wearing lighting up most of the room, the smell of alcohol and red bull lingering, and sweaty bodies danced all around the small dance floor.

You didn’t mind these parties. Always ready to volunteer to help Tryst set up the place, but tonight you just weren’t feeling in a partying mood.

You had just gotten your grade back in your music appreciation course and apparently the teacher didn’t think you appreciated music correctly. You loved music! How does one not appreciate it? And what the hell does it mean to even appreciate music correctly?!

The dingy couch was your only solace as you watched the party goers. Not a care in the world and probably not a single coherent thought at the moment. You sip on your beer, lip curling when you realize that Tryst had doubled the amount of red bull he usually puts into the punch bowl. One of these days you would have to talk to him about his addiction to this shit.

Speaking of Tryst, you wondered where he was. Usually he could be heard even over the music, forever being the loudest man you had ever met, but for some reason you couldn’t find him. Not that you were looking too hard, but you had always made a habit of finding him no matter where he was.

His presence was one of comfort to you. Always had been since you were kids and the feeling only blossomed the older you got. Though he never did see you that way.

You played with his little duck plushie that he got for his daughter, feeling its fuzzy material under your fingers and smiling. He bought this specifically for her because he had one as a kid and wanted to share it with her. It was really the sweetest thing.

Glancing up at the sound of the door, you see Tryst rushing past mumbling something, but you also see him set a timer on his phone. Your head lands on the back of the couch with a sigh as you recognize that action.

Cops.

Someone must have threatened to call.

You spring up from your seat and wander around the room, picking up little things as you went - cash that you shoved in your pockets, empty solo cups and red bull cans to throw away.

Anything you could do to make the cleanup process easier because you knew once the cops showed up it was just going to be you and Tryst cleaning up and frankly you would like to be home and in bed at a decent time.

The music suddenly came to a halt, Tryst commanding everyone's attention.

“Excuse me!” Tryst called, sounding a little happier than he probably was, “I hope everyone had a good time! The back door is right there. The police are now approaching.”

Once the word ‘police’ was spoken, everyone went into a fit, rushing towards the back door as Tryst tried to get them to exit in an orderly fashion though he knew no one was listening at that point.

You started to follow the crowd, stopping by Tryst on your way out. “I’ve got most of the cash. I’ll be a couple blocks away so text me when you get out of handcuffs.” You pat his chest as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“As if you hadn’t thought of me in handcuffs.”

“Just get it done quickly, okay? I would like to go home tonight.” You wave one of the duck's wings at him and file out of the building with the last remaining crowd.

You escaped just in time to see the cops get out of their car, getting ready to storm the building. Tryst always had perfect timing. You smile and shake your head, walking down the dimly lit back alley.

You knew it was best to stay hidden until Tryst texts you so you didn’t risk getting caught, but also since he was your ride, you couldn’t leave leave him. No way you were walking all the way back home.

It was an hour before you heard from Tryst telling you that it was clear.

Almost 2 am. You may actually be home to get some decent sleep before your 9 am class.

You push the back door open to find Tryst already picking up some of the trash on the ground.

“Drew should be on his way to pick up the speakers.” Tryst attempted to make a trick shot, missing just by the rim, a pout forming on his face. “We should use it while we can. Little cleaning music.”

You smile and pick up his missed trash, putting it in the bin. “You know phones have speakers too.”

“It’s not the same.” He shrugs. “So, what are you feeling? EDM? Rock? A little country~”

One of your assignments in your Music Appreciation class had you exploring a genre of music you don’t normally listen to and you had chosen country. And since then you had actually grown to appreciate the music, which was the point of the class - from their passion about love to their accents that you found charming.

And you made the mistake of telling Tryst about your new found love for the music.

And he has not let you live it down since.

You shake your head. Normally you would be all for a one-on-one party with Tryst, but honestly the last thing you wanted was to extend this night any longer than you had to.

“Hey what’s wrong?” You shrug, not meeting his eyes, knowing you were going to spill everything to him the second you did and that was the last thing he needed. “No, come on. Don’t keep things locked in that pretty little head of yours. Tell me.”

“I’m just really tired.” You try to reassure him. “Can we just get this over with?”

You tried to walk past him to get something on the other side of the room and he grabbed your arm, gentle and firm. He knew that you could get in your head sometimes. He also knew when it was best to drop it and when to push.

Now was a pushing moment.

“Please?”

You sigh, never being able to say no to his big blue puppy dog eyes and it wasn’t like it was a life or death thing. “I got my grade back for my music appreciation class and I failed.”

“How do you fail music appreciation? You always appreciate music!”

“Apparently not enough.” You scoff. “But I will do some extra credit for the dickhead of a teacher and make it up.”

You really didn’t want to think about this any more than you had to and thankfully Tryst let it be. The two of you wandered around the small space in silence despite his efforts earlier to listen to some music and soon you had forgotten about the conversation entirely, your mind preoccupied with getting the place cleaned up so that you could finally go home and get some sleep.

You were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed the sound of a guitar start to play or that Tryst had made his way over to you until his hand gripped your shoulder, spinning you around so fast that you had fallen forward. A cry escapes you as Tryst catches you.

“What the-”

“Dance with me.”

You scoff as you push at his chest lightly. “You can’t just scare me like that you idio-” You trail off as a familiar voice starts to come over the speakers. A smile creeps across your face as you eye him. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

Tryst didn’t like to admit it out loud to most people, but you knew that he was a secret Swiftie at heart. It’s what made it so funny that he made fun of you for your appreciation of country music, because you had shown him her early work.

“I don’t know a single person who can be upset while listening to T-Swift.” He grins and takes your hands in his, the touch already melting you. “Now dance with me.”

You could have said no, both you and Tryst knew that, but you also know you weren’t going to. He started singing along low, his voice a little off pitch and the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms come around your waist, pulling you close to him as he begins to sway.

It was moments like this where you let yourself pretend that you meant more to Tryst than just being his friend. Savoring the feel of his fingers when they brush over your waist, the way he holds you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you...” Tryst sang along, his arms tightening around you.

You knew it was part of the song he chose, but it felt oddly different this time. Something about the way his voice was low and soft, as if it held a secret that he wanted to tell you.

The two of you continued to sway in the same spot, wrapped up in each other’s arms, head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.

“Do you remember how we met?”

You smile at the memory of being in fourth grade when a small, lanky - lankier than now if you can believe it - Tryst who had a missing tooth, courtesy of a boy named Sam Hendrex, came up to you with a big bag of animal crackers and a can of Red Bull asking you if you wanted to trade some of your hummus for his crackers.

“You.” You laugh, smiling into his chest, “You had a Red Bull addiction even in the fourth grade.”

His laughter rumbled in his chest, a comforting sound that you wished you could hear forever. It had been so long since you had felt him this relaxed, not being able to take a breath since his daughter was born and especially not since he started helping Becca and Zoe sell fake IDs. You asked him not to do that, knowing it could get him into way more trouble than just selling drugs, but he assured you it would be a lucrative foolproof plan.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You pop your head up from his chest, eyes sparkling because of course you would want to know a secret. “I don’t like hummus.”

You pause for a second and he continued rambling on, “I never really have. Too garlicky for me, and the texture weirds me out.”

“But then why did you ask for my hummus?”

His hands twitch, eyes looking up towards the ceiling like he was about to tell it his most inner secrets, a breathy sound leaving his lips. “The reason I asked for your hummus was because it looked like the most appetizing thing you had in that horrible lunch box.” Tryst laughs as you smack him on the shoulder, “It was! But I really wanted to talk to you.” 

He pauses, tongue wetting his bottom lip. You could honestly feel the nerves rolling off him in waves and rub his arm, trying to comfort him. “You okay there Tryst? You se-.”

“I love you.” Tryst interrupted you, still continuing to not look at you, as if he did you would tear him apart.

Three simple words. Words that took the air out of your lungs, left you feeling weightless. Insides turning into soup, warm and liquidly, along with your legs and you were grateful for Tryst’s arms keeping you upright.

Thoughts raced inside Tryst’s head. Did you hear him? Of course you did, that was a stupid question. Why didn’t you say anything? No emotion on your face other than shock, eyes wide and eyebrows reaching your hairline.

“Could you…” Tryst chuckles, his nerves showing in every line of his face, not used to bearing his soul, “Could you say something? Anything? Please? I’m kind of dying over here.”

A smile, warm and kind spread across your face before you tugged him down, crashing your lips to his. The kiss was sweet, soft, but filled with every unspoken word between the two of you. Your fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, body pressing closer to him, loving the feel of him. Just loving him.

You pull back slowly, smirking a little when you open your eyes long enough to see Tryst follow after your lips, seemingly desperate to keep kissing you. “I love you.” You breathe.

God if you could keep the smile that broke out on his face forever you would. So bright that it warmed your heart to the point of combustion.

No words were exchanged as he pressed his lips to yours again and he pulled you closer if it was even possible. Kiss after kiss, the joy only continued to spread through the room while the song started on repeat, serving as a theme song to yours and Tryst’s moment.

The moment you wanted to last forever.

The moment of enchantment.

[lorespill]

nice thing about Final Destination Bloodlines is that i can expect to see more ppl appreciate Richard Harmon's acting outside of his role as John Murphy

[welele]

Siempre nos persiguieron los fakes.

[dixontardis]

Hi can I request a Tryst x reader x Erik threesome fic, preferably with an alt reader. Maybe Tryst got a few small tattoos from Erik and then Erik bought weed from Tryst, and that’s how they know each other. I haven’t seen one of these yet so I’m excited.

A/N: I hope you love what i did with itttt

MDNI 18+

warnings: smut, threesome(mfm), face fucking, oral (m & f receiving) spit-roasting, double penetration (vaginal + anal), usage of lube, erik’s prince albert piercing, choking/gagging, rough sex, cum play, overstimulation, praise and degradation mix, dom vibes from both men, nipple piercings, tongue piercing, drug use (weed), dirty talk, hair pulling, p in v, p in a, unprotected sex, double cream pie

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 & 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃

It started with a joint and a joke.

Tryst had come over to Erik’s place to drop off a new strain he swore would “make your tattoos wiggle” and Erik, half stoned and always curious, had offered to ink a little something on him in return. Just a few minimal designs, hidden spots, nothing too flashy. But it gave them time to talk. Time to bond. Time to toss around smirks and subtle looks while the buzz kicked in.

You? You were Erik’s friend first. Met him at the shop, he had done your tattoos and piercings, flirted for years without crossing lines… until a month ago. When he’d bent you over the counter and fucked you stupid, that prince albert gliding against your walls, a hand on your dyed hair and your moans echoing off sterile tile.

Tryst had seen you too, at Erik’s shop, lounging in a ripped tank with your piercings peeking out and a mouth that knew it made men stupid. He flirted. You flirted back. But nothing ever came of it.

Not until tonight.

They were already tipsy when you arrived, called over for no reason except “hang out” and that always meant something when Erik was in a certain mood. He was sprawled on the couch in sweats, no shirt, tattoos gleaming like sin itself. Tryst was beside him, eyes dragging over your figure in a way that made your nipples harden under your crop top.

And Erik? He noticed. Of course he did.

“Show him” he murmured, voice low and lazy, like it wasn’t a command but a craving “Show him what I pierced.”

Your heart fluttered. But you obeyed. Because Erik’s voice did that to you.

The crop top went up. Two silver bars through your nipples caught the light. Tryst let out a low whistle “Fuck”

But Erik wasn’t done.

“She’s got a tongue ring too” he said, looking at Tryst like he was offering a gift “Wanna feel it?”

And suddenly, you were on your knees between them, Tryst’s jeans unzipped while Erik guided your head like a proud, possessive tease. Your pierced tongue swirled around Tryst’s tip, your lips glossy and eager while Erik ran a hand down your spine.

“You like being watched, baby?” he rasped, fingers curling in your hair “Like being used?”

You moaned around Tryst’s cock and nodded, throat fluttering as he hit the back. Tryst cursed, hips stuttering, one hand gripping your dyed hair tight.

But then Erik pulled you up. Spun you around. Bent you over the arm of the couch.

“Open up” he said, already sinking to his knees behind you.

Your panties were peeled down. Erik’s mouth was on your pussy in seconds, tongue devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in days. His scruff rubbed your thighs, his hands pinned you open, and you screamed as he sucked your clit and pushed two fingers deep.

Tryst moved in front of you again, hard and leaking “She that good?” he asked, breath ragged.

Erik looked up, lips wet with your slick “Taste her and find out”

You didn’t get time to recover. Tryst shoved back into your mouth, your body sandwiched between them while Erik ate you out from behind, sloppy and intense, tongue fucking you until your legs shook. The moans vibrating around Tryst’s cock had him groaning and gripping your jaw.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum like this”

But Erik stood. His cock was out, hard and pierced and glistening as he spit in his hand and lined up behind you.

“You ready to take both of us, sweetheart?” he murmured, tip teasing your soaked entrance “Wanna be filled like the little cockdrunk slut you are?”

You nodded desperately, eyes glazed “Please…”

And just like that, you were spit roasted. Erik slammed into your cunt, PA piercing dragging over every nerve-ending as Tryst fucked your throat raw. You were used. Owned. Their perfect toy.

They didn’t let up. Erik’s hand gripped your ass while his other thumb pressed against your puckered hole, teasing until you were gasping, whimpering, needy for more.

“Think she’s ready for it?” Tryst asked, watching the way your body trembled.

“Oh, she’s ready” Erik growled, pulling out for just a second, enough time to coat his fingers in lube and slide a finger into your ass. Stretching. Preparing. You cried out, body on fire.

And then? Erik lined up again, this time his cock was lined up to your asshole.

Tryst moved to take your cunt.

Double. Penetration.

The stretch was brutal, and you screamed into the cushions as they both pushed in. Erik’s cock in your ass, thick and overwhelming, while Tryst fucked your soaked pussy raw.

“You’re so fucking full, baby,” Erik groaned, panting as he fucked into you “Taking both our cocks like a good little whore”

“You feel this?” Tryst added, thrusting hard enough to make your tits bounce “This is what you were made for”

And you? You were gone. Mind blank. Pussy drooling. Ass clenching. You came so hard your vision whited out, body shaking between them like a toy being passed around.

But they weren’t done.

Not until Erik growled your name, buried deep, and filled your ass with hot cum, his hands gripping your hips like a man possessed. Not until Tryst pulled your hair, moaned your name, and emptied inside your pussy so deep it leaked down your thighs.

You collapsed between them, gasping, whimpering, wrecked.

And as Erik leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder, he whispered

“We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart”

Tryst just smirked, already lighting another joint “Next time i get your ass”

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