#DEMON DRIVER

[driverdelight]

Megalopolis (2024)

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[shushmal]

cw: canon minor character deaths, alcohol, drugs, and imprisonment

Okay but non-paranormal au where barb is killed in a drunk driving accident. Steve is arrested and tried as an adult, and doesn’t fight his charges at all. He goes to prison for the full 15. The only reason he doesn’t go to a more high security prison is because the chief of police pulls stings for him.

The entirety of Hawkins vilifies him through the whole trial. His name is practically a curse word in the high school. A lot of people say he did it in purpose. Never showed any remorse, never tried to get himself out of trouble. Never denied anything said about him.

Few years pass and Eddie finds himself arrested and behind bars, and extremely lucky he’s only being charged with drug trafficking and not homocide. Wayne is constantly at his side through the whole thing, and when he’s sent off to prison, Wayne says he’ll visit him as often as he can. Eddie has no idea Wayne’s gone to Hopper to beg him to help his nephew.

So it’s pretty big surprise when Eddie’s led to meet his cell mate and finds Steve Harrington, Hawkins’s own boogeyman: that is until Eddie just dethroned him.

Eddie kinda freaks out because a LOT of wild rumors about Steve has gone around since the accident, a lot of really unsavory claims about him. But Steve is looking at him with a weary but kind smile and says, “hey man, don’t worry, it’s not as bad here as you think.”

And Steve really keeps Eddie out of trouble, even though Eddie is super wary around him. But eventually they bond. Steve’s only on year 2 of his sentence, will still be behind bars when Eddie finishes up his ten. They become in separable over the years, and Eddie still doesn’t find out until they’re both long out of the system, living together now in California, that Steve wasn’t even the one driving the car that night.

[kayvsworld]

i do still think it's like. absolutely unhinged that tony's parents died in a car accident and he still drives like he does

[crimson-nail]

meryl stryfe? oh fuck sorry i thought you said meryl shrike

[heartfullofleeches]

Could we get a crackpost, i love them, ur brain is very big ❤️

Here are a few~

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Creep Idol Reader: Thank you all for coming to our first live show! Don't forget to donate a pint of blood after the show for a chance to spend an entire afternoon with your favorite idol!

Concerned fans: "Is this really safe?" "I like their music, but something about this feels suspicious"]

[Yan fans proceed to go into a frenzy after the show - tripping over gates and each other to donate their blood, a few leaving ambulances from how much they give. One manages to get past security and offer it to you directly. You give them a shirt as thanks]

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[Delivery Reader returns from a delivery wearing a wedding ring and veil, and a pedant around their neck]

Coworker, sprinting up to them: Y/n, are you okay???

You: Yeah, the customers just invited me in for a minute... Is there something I should be worried about?

Coworker, keeping their voice low: I'm not supposed to tell you this, but everyone who's went to that address has gone missing. How did you even make it out of there?

You: So, crazy story - that may not have been a costume party like I originally thought and I'm now married to like eight ghosts

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[Gremlin Demon Reader gets into a argument with a random mortal]

Demon Reader: Yeah, whatcha gonna now do, bitch? If you're gonna hit me better knock me down in one punch or else-

Rando, grabbing them by the collar: Or else what

You start bawling your eyes out, blood pouring from your mouth from a self inflicted bite: Ahhhh, please don't hurt me.. I'm just a little imp. It's not like I have a horde of angels watching my every step and are willing to smite whoever makes me cry

[That very horde of fictitious angels appear behind the human in a sea of bright light]

Yan Angel 1: Hey... This one looks familiar. Isn't this your assigned human?

Yan Angel 2, raising their spear: Not anymore

[brain-works]

this literally exemplifies everything that we’ve been saying. Lando hasn’t done a single thing to be this disliked except be himself, and if that’s that much of a problem to people then they should have a much bigger issue with many other drivers with even bigger personalities. this amount of hate is not normal. you want drivers to have personality, but you hate the ones that are true to themselves.

wish I could say I was surprised.

the link if you’re so inclined to go vote

(poll #16 might surprise you…not)

[dittaturamonegasca]

"change in the papaya rules" meaning they won't need to apply them for this one lol

(via giairritata on x)

[nick-cassidy]

from wec on tiktok

[lululovesprongs]

idc i’ll always love max bc i too am a perfectionist who seethes and rages when someone dares to beat me at something bc anything less than winning is a failure in my eyes 😜✌️✌️

[kuri-crocus]

Good Omens is so present in my life. Like... It's even in my dreams. Last night I dreamed that Crowley and my demon OC went to save Aziraphale with the yellow (!) Bentley. The OC asked Crowley: "Wasn't your car black until yesterday?" He was simple replyed with a focused look forward: "Yeah. But the one very special person preferes her to be yellow!" 🥺

[gameo-archive]

Thank you, Jayden, for the amazing streams. They always brighten my day. Both of you are truly terrible incredible. Wishing you the best for the future."

"If you swapped roles, so Jayden playing as Edwin and George as Charles, how would each of you want to go about portraying the character? What would you see as their defining traits that need to come across? (Do you both agree?) What would be your favorite scenes to have played as that character and why? Bonus: Favorite memories, on or off set, that happened during DBD filming?"

"I run the agency." - George

[fcb-mv33]

The way he said wobble😭😭😭😭

[cuppanova]

More Serif!

[heartfullofleeches]

I love the idea of delivery driver reader!

What if C.C order some food from dd! readers family owned restaurant and dd! reader comes and deliver it

Or if C.C. order something spicy~ online and the reader comew and deliver it to them

Love you always - 🐀 anon

"Delivery!"

Your voice echos through the empty hall. A little louder than necessary, but that came with the benefit of no repercussions for shouting. The entire floor was reserved for zone apartment. The same you found yourself at many a night at the end of your shift. You lift your arm to knock, the wood swept from beneath your knuckles as you go in. Unbeknownst to you, the customer had been gunning to the door from the second you stepped off the elevator, detoured by minor obstacles such as last minute preparation and knocking over a lamp.

To be honest, you knew there was a high likelihood of this outcome - but its always best to be formal.

The door opens.

"Ah- Y/n.. What a pleasant surprise! Wasn't expecting you so soon."

The lilac haired male leans against the door frame, the shoulder of his attire pealing off his arm. The robe was of a similar shade to his locks, frilled around the collar and open mouthed sleeves. It stopped mid-thigh, length shortened as he props one leg against the other. The tank top he wore underneath was a deep red, strap following its companion down his skin. The incubus offers you a smile, twirling a strand of hair around his finger as his eyes wonder downwards. Your uniform was tacky as all hell, but fit nicely on your frame.

"Well this is.. embarrassing." He fibs. "Had I known you'd be here sooner, I would've changed earlier."

"It's all good, C.C. Better than the folks who show up to the door naked." His grin falls at the comment. Truthfully, you had no issues with his outfit. He's worn similar things after the third night you delivered his food. It's nice that he's comfortable around you - you suppose. By now, you're a bit more than acquaintances given you're on a first name base and you've exchanged numbers. It was obviously for work reasons, but you've received a stray message every now and again.

You retrieve the pizza box from your bag. "Anyway, got your usual. One cheese pizza, with an added bonus."

C.C fights down a squeal as you open the box. There on the top cover was a drawing of a rose as per his request. You think you've improved greatly since the first time he asked you to do so, especially if his reaction is any indicator. With all the hearts and other vaguely romantic pieces you've done, you wonder if he's got somebody special.

He claps his hands together. "It's beautiful, babe! But - it's missing something. You got a pen on you, right?"

"Yea?" You pull the writing tool from your pocket.

"Great! Can you please sign it?"

You chortle. "You serious?"

"Definitely! Want something to look back to when your art career pops off."

"Alright." You shut the box and sign your name on the cover. You pass it over to C.C, who looks at it fondly as he hesitantly sets it on the nearby table. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a few bills, holding it out to you between his index and middle finger. It all was your tip, considering he paid online. He glances away as your fingers make brief contact with his, rubbing at his eyes with his spare hand.

"You good?"

"Yea... Just, something in my eye." He continues to jab his palm into his sockets until the glow of his eyes no longer reflects against his bracelets. This has happened before, but it somehow feels worse now. Getting worked up over a small touch like a pathetic little virgin was humiliating, but there was barely a better response when this is your first time understanding the concept of love in thousands of years. From first contact, that spark was there, but hadn't realized why till he saw you more frequently.

"Ok... well I hope you enjoy!."

C.C straights up as you shove the money into your pocket. It was time for the worst time of the night. You leaving. He brushes that anxiety away with yet another smile, planning to lay on the charm thick before your departure. If not tonight, one of these days he would get you inside his home - where you could never leave again.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mhm?"

C.C leans his arm against the doorway, staring at you through lidded eyes as he covers his face with his robes. "My... date actually cancelled on me tonight. I'd hate for all this food to go to waste. Would you like to join me?"

He chews on his glossy lips as he waits. C.C hates how your face scrunches in uncertainty. If he simply used his influence, he could have you in his bed at this very moment, but he didn't want to for whatever reason. True love was his goal, if such a thing existed. He doubted it'd work well on you anyway considering the tainted purity of his love.

Your apologetic laughter breaks his heart.

"I'd love to, but we actually got one more call before the store closed and I have to go delivery it."

"Oh.." Tears stab at his eyes, but before they can full form - you continue to speak.

"Maybe I can swing by once I'm done. My second stop is not too far from here honestly."

C.C's mood flips like a switch. "You better! Or I'll take my business elsewhere."

"I doubt that. See you later, C.C."

You head off with a mutual wave. Once shut, C.C crumbles against the door. He hates it - this warmth in his chest. It spreads through every inch of his body and leaves him fuller than any meal could compare to. It's gone the second he hears the elevator door opens, and he's left craving for more as a cold, empty shell on the floor. He soon steadies himself, grabbing the pizza box from the table. He traces your letters on the cardboard, almost as good as he's gotten with a pen. A base comfort he has is mirroring your handwriting and writing letters to himself at night, but the ones that settle his fears most of all -

are the letters he writes to your family in the unfortunate case of you running away.

[lurafita]

Speed demon Alec Lightwood

Shadowhunters don’t really use cars in the show, but I still kinda want to believe that if he drove, Alec would be a speed demon. Including cursing out others on the street for doing it wrong. Magnus is either very indulgent and amused by this, or, if I go with him getting motion sickness from a previous headcanon, likes playfully blaming Alec’s driving for said motion sickness, even though he had it for centuries.