#i just love the idea of them driving around in the woods and being stupid together

[sinshiney]

morning drive confession

[revelboo]

Just dropping by to compliment your writing. Seriously, at this point your posts have basically adopted me. I LOVE everything you write! (Especially because you It made me obsessed with transformers again.) .... anyway, kisses from a Brazilian 😈😘😔💗👍👍

Aww! Thank you so much!

I felt bad and went ahead to type up the second half. The tags you guys add when you reblogged the last bit were making me feel a bit guilty.

Everything is Alright Pt 32

Starscream x Reader-guardian

• Hidden among the clouds, he circles. Can’t make himself leave you there alone, tethered to his own worries. To you. Still watching over you, because you’re so small down there standing right where he left you. Like you’re waiting on him to come back for you. Finally, you begin to walk. But you keep looking up, looking for him and it hurts more than he’d thought it would. Breaks him wide open as he wonders what you’re thinking. That he doesn’t want you anymore? That you’re not needed? He knows that feeling all too well. Hates it.

• You have no idea how far it is to town walking, but you’re already soaking wet and cold. Moving at least might keep you warm since you’re still in that stupid, thin dress. He’s not coming back. You weren’t sure what was going to become of you with him, but just being let go? Maybe to him it’s been like rehabilitating a wild animal and he’d finally decided you could be released back into the wild. Maybe he just really had gotten bored with you. Those maybes are driving you crazy. Because you’re hurt that he just threw you away.

• Because you cared about him. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you shudder as lightning crackles across the sky, the wind whipping your soaking hair across your cheek in little, stinging lashes. When exactly had it stopped being a game you were playing to survive? Agreeing with him, pretending interest in his day at first, but when had you genuinely started to care? The same time you’d started smiling when he returned from his duties, because you were really happy to see him and being greeted made him happy. Made his wings lift up higher at being acknowledged. Making him happy had made you happy.

• There’s a truck approaching on the road below as he rolls through the clouds, condensation slicking him. Too high above to hear what’s said when that truck slows beside you. When you turn. Tension winding him tight when you don’t keep walking, but pull open the door and get in. Someone you know? Someone looking for you? To take you home? A friend or something else to you? It doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t care, but he does.

• Shivering, you reach to angle the vents on the passenger side more directly on you as the driver cranks the heat. He’s older than you, old enough to be your dad and he’s frowning at you. Not buying that you’re okay. “Everyone thinks you’re dead. It’s been a month,” he says, tone clearly saying that he knows you haven’t just been wandering through the woods that long. That lie isn’t going to work. Apparently you’re famous in town, your face on missing persons flyers and they’d even swept the woods and had divers checking the small lake for your body.

• “I’m okay.” You’re not, but you just want to go home. Not to the police station or the hospital. Home. Your empty home. That fact has never bothered you before, but now it does. There’s no one waiting there, no one to talk to. He’s frowning at you, but he agrees to drive you home after making a call to the police, making you let them know you’re alive and found. Making you agree to go in tomorrow to explain what happened. Where you were. You don’t even have the energy to think up a lie right then.

• The guy even walks you up the drive and watches as you root around in the dirt of a very dead hanging basket of what had been impatiens a month ago to find the spare key and let yourself in. Only then does he relent and leave. You never think to ask his name, too numb and oddly empty. Around you the house is achingly silent.

• The intruder leaves and he still circles. No other vehicles. Does that mean you’re alone? No. How could you be? He transforms and lands a safe distance away, keeping low as the lights come on in the house, watching your shadow pass the windows as a dark smudge. And eventually the lights go back out. No one coming for you, because there is no one. His spark aches. He doesn’t mean to stay all night, but he can’t leave you there alone. Unwanted.

• Even if you believe he’s abandoned you, he can watch over you. Knows it’s not safe for you, but can’t make himself go. If he keeps returning here it’ll be noticed and questioned. You’ll still be in danger because of him. He knows this. And he still can’t force himself to leave you, because he is selfish. You don’t need him. But he does need you.

• Wrapping your robe around yourself as you head into the kitchen to get some coffee going, you stop short as the house creaks on its foundation. Eyes lifting to see something blocking the window. Familiar colors. Chest tight, you head outside and stare up at Starscream. He’s leaning against the house, wings drooping and optics shuttered in recharge. Like he’d spent all night outside watching over you. “You big idiot,” you sigh affectionately, your eyes burning as you reach out to touch the back of his huge hand. He hadn’t left you.

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[partycatty]

dark star johnny hatefucking his gf/bf over the balcony in his mansion, and acting like he’s gonna drop them off of the balcony if they misbehave in any way

this one has been SIMMERINGGGG in my inbox ive been too excited to write it LOLOL, also i changed this prompt just a smidge

dark star!johnny cage > fall for me

warnings: SMUT AS FUCK, UR LIFE IS BEING THREATENED BUT UR INTO IT LOL, again ds!jc is just literally insane !! also exhibitionism !! and also cnc !! jesus this man needs hella warnings!

notes: IM SORRY U GUYS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG YOU ALL HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT SO IM REWARDING YOU

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6*

[ masterlist ]

• dark star!johnny has a short temper, one he enjoys putting out on you. oftentimes, you didn't actually do anything, he's just mad at the idea of you going against him and that's typically enough to rile him up alone.

• this time around, you were a whopping ten minutes behind getting ready for one of his A-List parties. something about your makeup just didn't feel right no matter how many times you applied your eyeshadow or concealer, so adjustment after adjustment left johnny tapping his foot outside of the bedroom door.

• "baby~," he'd sing-song shout from the crack of the door. "this party is a big networking deal for me, and you're already fucking it up~!"

• "i didn't fuck anything up," you reply from the vanity seat, trying to focus on your lip liner. "we'll be on time, you baby."

• "don't you talk back to me!" he slams his palm again the wood, making you jump and, yet again, smear your liner. your lower your head to the vanity, bumping your forehead against the surface with a sigh.

• he eventually unlocks the bedroom door using his master key and ushers you out of the door with the temper of a toddler. his hand grabs your upper arm as you're placed into his luxury car and he drives off with a huff.

• johnny refuses to speak to you the entire time you're at the party, mostly ignoring you to bump shoulders with directors and writers. he wouldn't ever publically admit it, but roles were running dry as his agent turned up with no jobs, so he brought it up to himself to make some damn money.

• will probably call you the "ball and chain" or "the missus" in a super objectifying way as he gestures at you, trying to make the older higher-ups laugh. you had enough of it.

• deciding no longer to be his personal punchline, you wander away from the bustling, hot celebrity room and find a balcony. you were always the one to prefer fresh, open air and city skylines while johnny would rather be the one in the midst of the aforementioned city. you took advantage of this independence and leaned over the glass, savoring in the way the wind cools your damp skin.

• you only get to enjoy a few minutes in the quiet bliss before you hear the door slide open. at first, you expect it to be another partygoer hoping to squeeze in a quick smoke break, but you're horribly disappointed to be ripped from your tranquility by none other that your boyfriend.

• johnny stands at the door, fists clenched and jacket swirling in the wind. his eyes look dark, his brows furrowed.

• "where'd you go?" he asks, crossing his arms.

• you look at him like he's stupid (because he is). "the balcony?" you reply. johnny shakes his head.

• "that's not what i meant."

• "well, i left your side because i was tired of being shit on for an hour straight."

• "nobody's shitting on anyone!" johnny throws his arms in the air at your admittance, like he had no idea how cruel he was being. "they're just jokes! you're being dramatic. i thought you loved attention."

• "johnny-" you pinch your nose. "i have literally never said that."

• "but you show it! through your actions!"

• "oh my god, you're delusional," you turn away from him with a groan, trying to ignore the whiny bastard behind you. that proves a hard task when you hear his boots step up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.

• "you know i want you here," he mumbles into your skin, rocking you gently. you turn your face away from him, not falling for his charm.

• "you don't show it," you mutter in response, trying to take a step away from him but his grasp only strengthens.

• "i could," he hums, pressing his front to your backside. "or i could punish you for making us late."

• you swivel your head, craning your neck to glare at him. "seriously? now?" he breathes into your neck, agreeing breathlessly. "no, johnny. not here. people will see."

• "isn't that the fun part?" he grunts, grinding his hips into your ass. "don't be boring. you've been boring all night."

• his hands hike up your skirt hungrily, exposing your nearly-naked ass to the cold air. you shiver and yelp out, which only makes you jump back against him even harder. he shudders at the contact.

• "come on," he whispers, hands snaking up to squeeze your chest. "don't make me be mean. you know i don't like being mean to you." his fingers find your hardened nipples, massaging them with pinched fingers.

• attempting to crane your neck to ensure the balcony's doors are locked, johnny notices your diverted attention and holds your jaw, angling it out toward the city.

• "you see that?" he breathes, now fully grinding against you. "that's my city, baby. i'm the king of hollywood, isn't that right?"

• "i guess," you reply, gasping at his erection sliding against you.

• SMACK! johnny didn't like that answer. you lurch forward from the hard slap to your ass.

• "say it," he growls, biting your neck. "or i'm gonna make you."

• "you're the king of hollywood," your voice is comically flat, exhausted from always having to gas him up for the dumbest things. johnny picks up on your unenthusiastic tone and spins you around by your hips, sitting you on the balcony ledge. his lips latch onto your throat, sucking and biting hungrily.

• his fingers danced on your panties, sliding them aside. as much as you wanted to be annoyed with him, he is so unimaginably fine. and you're the type of person that likes to be manhandled. both traits he ate up.

• before you could say anything more, johnny's fingers dove into your mouth, collecting a good amount of your saliva before using it on your pussy, shoving two fingers inside making you cry out in surprise.

• "not here, right?" he breathes, savoring the way your breathing gets heavier and your skin warms from his touch. "then we'd better be quick. and quiet." his fingers scissor inside of you, making you moan with a hand shut over your lips.

• johnny was impatient, not finding any joy in fingering you, so he glanced behind him to ensure the coast was clear before whipping his dick out, holding his shirt up by his teeth. he lined himself up, eyes focused on your bodies merging rather than your expressions.

• didn't matter how many times you get it on, you will never be fully ready for how long his dick is. while not the thickest, it just feels seemingly endless as it's embracing your walls.

• he spins you around again, throwing your front over the balcony ledge and holding you by your hips. surely, if he were to let go, you'd fall. and it wasn't a short drop.

• "fuck," he hissed as his tip met your entrance. "i control you, isn't that right?"

• a distant "mhm" slips from your lips as johnny shoves himself inside again with a slapping thrust. his gasp slides into whimper territory as he bottoms out.

• "fuck yeah i do," he growls, now going at an unholy pace. he hated the progression of sex - it was either all or nothing. "could drop you right now."

• you're pulled from your lust when you look down, noticing the rocky way down to a small river. damn these celebrities and their hillside mansions. you swallow thickly, hoping he was joking.

• "please don't," you beg in a whisper, interrupted by gasps with each thrust. "please don't let go."

• johnny could only laugh loudly at your plea, bruising your hips with his grip as he ruthlessly pounded. he was sticking true to his word about being quick, because his breakneck pace was making your cunt flutter.

• "nobody would even notice," he moans, his shirt dropping from his teeth and falling back down his front. "i'm the star."

• "you're the star," you parrot in a sick mix of lust and fear. "you're my everything."

• "i could fucking throw you off for making us late. could drop you — haah — you like it when i play god, don't you? you wanna fall for me, baby?"

• his brows knit and eyes screw shut as he finds his release inside of you. you try hard to not laugh at the fact that his own dirty talking is making him close. his grip loosens as he concentrates, and you fearfully try to hold yourself against the balcony so you don't topple forward.

• "joh— john—" you worriedly look down again, your stomach flipping as it nears an orgasm - and potential death. "johnny, please—"

• "hmm?" johnny tilts his head, a cocky smirk on his lips and exposing his beautiful pearly white teeth.

• your brain feels torn in half. you want to beg him to hold on, but you also want to cum so badly. unable to decide on an outcome, your voice sputters out pathetic begs, not entirely coherent as your mind grows foggy with an overwhelming amount of emotion.

• thankfully, your body decides for you. your knees buckle inward and his hold on you tightens. you cry out, cumming around his dick as your voice echoes through the hills. you swear a flock of birds takes off from how loudly you orgasm.

• "haah — don't fucking fall—" johnny's hands pull you impossibly closer. "not when i'm clo— ngh —"

• you find no peace after finishing, just johnny's hips slamming into your ass as his pants grow uneven. it's not long before he spills inside of you, holding you there as you're filled up.

• johnny's the first one to pull away, pulling out and making you whimper from the emptiness. you turn around to face him, your ass still bare, red, and spilling with semen. his phone's in his hand when he snaps a couple photos of this puppy eyed look.

• "you look so pathetic," he laughs, the flash of his camera making you shield your eyes. "i bet hollywood heard those moans. all thanks to me."

• you pull up your own panties and johnny visibly twitches seeing a droplet of his cum seep through. shockingly, he places a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.

• "and you're welcome for not dropping you," he winks with a toothy grin, thinking it was some kind of joke. a deep, dark part of you knew he probably genuinely considered dropping you. you were just lucky you were only ten minutes late, who knows what he'd do if you were an hour late.

• as you're pondering your life and near-death experience, johnny returns to the party, waiting for you at the door. it would be best if you stuck by him for the rest of the party.

[gemini-sensei]

Shy!Eli Moskowitz x Goth!Stoner!Reader

Request: Could you do shy! Eli dating a Goth girl who smokes weed headcanons please

🍃 It started off as Eli watching Reader from afar. He was too shy to approach and say anything. He thought he was being discreet but Reader knew. She saw the way he looked at her, so she decided to ask him what his deal was. She was joking but Eli thought he'd done something wrong and started apologizing.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare... it's just that... y-you're so pretty..."

🍃 Reader smiled and assured him that he wasn't in trouble or anything like that. She actually thought he was pretty cute and his stammering admission only furthered that thought. She asked him to hangout some time and he didn't want to be rude by saying no, so he said yes.

🍃 They ended up going to a park and walking around for a while until she pulled him into the woods to smoke a joint. At first he refused it when she offered but when she told him it would help him stop worrying so much, he thought it wasn't such a bad idea. Two puffs in and he's high as a kite.

🍃 They ran around the playground like little kids and had fun being high. They spun themselves silly on the swings and fell onto the grass with stupid little grins on their faces. They talked about everything and nothing at the same time. They made fond memories that she'd go on to say was their first date.

🍃 Like him, Reader is an outcast but by choice. She's goth and perfectly fine expressing herself but other students - like the popular kids - don't care for it. They try to bully her for it but she's content with where she's at in life that it doesn't bother her. Or she's too high to give a fuck.

🍃 When she and Eli start dating, her friends come sit with them at lunch. It's unintentional, but they act as a shield to Eli and Demetri. The bullies learned a long time ago that Reader and her friends can't be bothered by their comments, so they scoff and walk away when they see them hanging out with the two nerds.

Reader sees them walking up to the table where Eli and Demetri are sitting and she walks over with her tray, sits down, and he friends follow. She smiles at Eli and takes his hand into hers under the table. Then she turns to see Kyker and his friends at a standstill, not sure what to do, and she flashes a fake smile and waves her fingers at him, being a bitch to them since they wanna act like bitches.

🍃 He didn't think hed ever like getting high, but he loves sitting in her car together and smoking with her. They sit in an empty lot and hot box the car, only to end up making out heavily over the middle console.

🍃 He starts to adopt her beliefs about his bullies, how unimportant they are and how what they say doesn't matter. She definitely brings out a side of him he didn't know he had. Regardless of that though, he's still shy and quiet Eli. He just doesn't let the bullies bother him so much anymore.

🍃 Black lipstick smooches all over his neck. When it's smeared on his lips or around his mouth, Demetri is always at a loss for words. Eli never knows what to say if he's caught with the lipstick on him. He gets so flustered and stammers even more than usual.

🍃 Late night dates, long drives, and open-late diners are all perfect dates for these two.

🍃 Him worrying about his mom finding out he's smoking weed with his girlfriend, but she's too happy he has a girlfriend to notice his red eyes when he comes home after his dates with Reader.

🍃 People think she's too goth and spooky for him but obviously they just don't understand the couple. Reader gives zero fuck about their peers. She only cares about Eli and is more than happy to show that in any way she can.

🍃 Did I mention high sex? Yeah, these two end up there a lot when they're high, more often than not.

If there's any interest in making this a full fic, lmk and I'll see what I can do.

[foodtruckery]

Hi there! Im a bit new to ur blog but i just wanted to pop in to tell you how much i adore Combat Baby! Im actually super insane about it!! Idk why but the whole coat bits were just phenomenal and live in my brain forever now? Im already a sucker for older ford and mullet stan but oh boy now i cant stop picturing every version of stan stealing his brother's coat...for regular reasons and maybe also spicy reasons 👀 like a consensus i see is ford being a clothing sniffer but stan could also have a coat to sniff...as a treat...anyway sorry for rambling a bit here!! but please keep up the excellent work!

hello there, anon!! hey, if it makes you feel any better, i am also new to this blog so no worries there at all lol. ahh but thank you so much, it's so kind of you to come over here to say that!!

and okay hahaha let me ramble a little bit about the damn coat! cause i hadn't actually planned for like. ANY OF THAT to happen, so i am just thrilled to hear you enjoyed that random ass bit that ended up running away from me! cause like here's the thing. my main goal was just to get a few of ford's fucking layers off for the sake of the scene (fun fact: this whole scene originally started in a different room entirely and i said fuck that and moved them to the kitchen).

but then i figured the coat gave stan something to kinda consider while ford is faffing about, gave me a point to work on to keep driving at that "similar but different" narrative i was trying to lean into. but like....then the coat is there y'know?? i hadn't even included him asking for the thing in my first pass of that scene. but then it kinda felt like chekov's coat at that point and i couldn't not bring it back in.

but yes, i'm absolutely with you. i really do love the idea of stan like. taking comfort in being surrounded by something that smells like ford. especially if we're talking mullet stan and older ford here. and uhhhh. i had other like stuff i was gonna say, i think, but i kinda got carried away so.

hey! welcome to the blog! have a vaguely, hand wavey post-combat baby tidbit of stan jerking off in ford's coat:

This was stupid. Painfully, humiliatingly stupid. And if he got caught, Stan was pretty sure he'd just voluntarily disappear for another ten years rather than reckon with that particular flavor of mortification. 

Fuck, what did it say about him that the thought of Ford walking in and catching him beating off in nothing but his brother's stupid coat just made his dick twitch harder in his palm? 

Stan bit down on his lower lip and cast a furtive glance towards the door, but he didn't slow his fist any. He couldn't hear any movement outside the room, which suggested that Ford was still down in the basement or fucking around in the woods — he couldn't actually remember which one at the moment. He just knew that Ford had gone and occupied himself somewhere else and left his coat laying around, easy pickings. He hadn't even thought it through before he grabbed the thing and made himself scarce with it.

Vaguely, Stan reasoned that if Ford hadn't taken his coat, he probably wasn't wandering around outside in the fucking snow. But that meant he was probably somewhere inside still, and that really shouldn't make him as hot as it did. 

“Fucking hell,” he panted, fumbling with his free hand to tug the collar of the coat up to his nose. He breathed in the familiar-but-not smell of Ford and the memory of making embarrassing noises into the same material while he was railed on the kitchen table. 

Shuddering, Stan rolled his palm over the head of his dick and smeared precome down the shaft, muffling a moan in the jacket collar. It was heavy, a noticeable enough weight shifting against his bare skin that if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, he could almost imagine Ford kneeling behind him, pressed against his back and draping his arms over his shoulders. It would put his mouth right against that spot behind Stan's ear that had never fully shaken the phantom feeling of Ford's lips moving there. 

But what the fuck would he even say? Would he be pissed at Stan for taking his coat? Probably. Sneer that he shouldn't be surprised that a whore who can't keep his own clothes on would feel entitled to stealing his. He'd loom against his back and watch Stan fuck his own fist right up until he was twitching, nearly there, and then Ford would grab his wrist and tell him to stop because he didn't deserve to come. 

Stan tucked his chin to press closer to the material he was holding to his face and rocked his hips, as much to follow the steady pumping of his fist as to feel the coat shift against his thighs and around where his knees were pressed to the floor. Because he hadn't even managed to make it to the fucking bed once he'd gotten into the room. He'd just stripped in a hurry, leaving his own clothes thrown haphazardly to the side, and yanked on Ford's stupid space coat. 

If he were going for realistic, if Ford wandered upstairs and threw open the bedroom door and found Stan jerking off in the middle of the room, he probably wouldn't do anything at all. He'd get that brief, surprised little look on his face, eyebrows raising over the rim of his glasses and maybe, maybe part his lips just a little bit. 

And then, while Stan was stammering and trying to come up with an excuse or an apology or literally anything worth saying to make this look less like what it was, Ford would reset his expression and cross his arms and say something short like, “Well? Get on with it, then.” He would stand in the doorway, maybe lean there a bit, comfortable as you please, and watch Stan frantically try to finish the job like he was simply overseeing one of his less interesting experiments. 

Stan huffed against the coat and swallowed down a moan as he rubbed against the sensitive spot under the head of his dick. He was so close. And he needed to hurry the fuck up if he didn't actually want Ford to walk in on him. Cause that was all well and good while he was hot and shivering and chasing down an orgasm, but he would probably actually die if he got caught. Or maybe Ford would do him a favor and just kill him on the spot for it? 

Nosing the fold of the coat collar, Stan heard a quiet click in the room before the heater kicked on, thrumming away to keep the stupid cabin at a reasonable temperature for the middle of winter. Because the heat had been turned off, like Ford had suspected, and they'd managed for a few days with Stan chopping wood and putting the shack's little fireplace to use. But that was a miserable chore, and eventually Stan figured, fuck it, and gave the gas company a call. 

Turned out, telling the right sob story with an appropriately pathetic voice could get you an extension and get the heat back on until your genius brother figured out his nerd ass replacement for powering the shack. Stan didn't know what he meant by that, and he hadn't asked, because as long as they had some way of heating the place up, he was happy. 

But he did distinctly remember telling Ford he had gotten the gas turned back on for another couple weeks. The way he made that brief, surprised face and then, for a moment, nothing else at all. Long enough that Stan had rolled his eyes and turned to head back out of the room, because really, what the hell had he expected here? But then Ford had finally cleared his throat and said, awkward, like he'd only just realized he should, “Thank you, Stanley. Good work.” 

Stan shoved a mouthful of Ford's coat between his teeth and bucked jerkily when he came all over his fist, skin tingling and Ford's voice rolling around between his ears. 

“J-Jesus Christ, Stanley,” he panted to himself once he'd stopped whining and could spit out the edge of the coat — didn't taste nearly as good as it smelled. And, he realized with a groan, he'd managed to get jizz all over the sleeve. Fantastic. 

Once he caught his breath, he would get dressed, wipe the coat off as best he could, and put it back. Then he would pray to god that Ford didn't notice anything, wouldn’t see the splotchy attempts at cleaning it or smell Stan on it. And he would never touch the damn thing again. Really.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Tf2 beach day

TF2 Mercs At The Beach!

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Thanks for the ask, Anon! I hope you like this, I love writing these guys in normal everyday situations. Buckle up for a long one!

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Okay, so firstly, I can't tell whether it would be funny or deeply terrifying to see a group of nine grown men pull up at the beach. But for the sake of this it's going to be funny.

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So one day, all these clowns pile into a van and drive down the road to the nearest beach. And once they get there, it's a mess. Much like when they went to the amusement park (haha old fic plug in >:D), everyone's running in different directions and doing different things.

Engie, Pyro, and Soldier are off finding a place in the sand to start building sandcastles.

Scout is the only one who's running to the water immediately.

Demo and Sniper are on their way to a silent and shady part of the beach to sleep for a bit.

Spy, Heavy, and Medic are setting up towels and umbrellas on the beach.

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Even though everyone wants to do different things, Engie asks the others to come join them and do a sandcastle contest!

Demo is actually really good at building sandcastles and building something simple, decorated with some rocks.

Engie, of course, wins the contest. He manages to build a castle with a fully functional draw bridge, a moat, and even tiny little sand people.

Heavy doesn't follow the idea of making a sandcastle at all. He starts making sand food.

Medic comes in third place, which he may or may not be a little bitter about. But others are quick to remind him he made a sculpture of a bird and not a castle. He still thinks his was best.

Scout and Pyro ended up teaming with each other to build the biggest sandcastle out of everyone. It's very messy, and half of it is falling apart (Scouts half), but they both had fun building it and don't really care about the contest by the end.

Sniper acts like he doesn't care. He rolls his eyes and huffs something about this being stupid. Builds a really beautiful sandcastle with sea glass and sand dollars. Like insanely good. He gets second!

Spy doesn't care. He hates the feeling of wet sand and hates the idea of getting dirty and wet. Doesn't participate.

The soldier is making an American flag sculpture in the sand. The stars are made out of the prettiest rocks he could find. He uses drift wood for the red stripes and leaves the sand plain for the white stripes. It's beautiful!

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It's time for these guys to go swimming!

Demo and Sniper are good swimmers but are insanely nervous about the currents and wildlife. So they tend to stay in clear and hip deep water.

Engie, Heavy, and Pyro stay near each other near the tide pools! Looking around at all the small animals, Pyro loves looking for hermit crabs. Engie gets so freaked out when he turns around for a minute and looks back to see Pyro with a starfish stuck to their mask. Heavy is also content with just looking at all the cute little creatures that are living in the water.

Medic, Soldier, Scout, and Spy are all in an insane cluster fuck right now. Medic is trying to lifeguard, Soldier can't swim and is drowning in about two inches of water, Scout pushed Spy into the water, and now Spy is trying to drown Scout. Medic finally just pulls all of them out of the water yelling various threats of their organs being removed and swapped with various other things being thrown out as he walks them back to the beach. They seemed to behave a lot better with each other after that.

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Due to the swimming fiasco, the team decide to relax on the beach and do some other activities.

Demo, Heavy, and Pyro strike up a bonfire and start to tell stories to each other.

Medic is reading a book he brought and is watching over the others. He is eventually persuaded to play beach volleyball with the other.

After they convince Medic, Engie, Sniper, and Scout start playing a couple of rounds of volleyball. (Medic and Engie v Sniper and Scout) Medic and Engie sweep.

After Scout gets tired of losing, he finds Soldier and asks if he wants to play Frisbee, and they entertain themselves with that for an hour or two.

Spy ends up falling asleep on the beach away from the sight of others (or so he thought, he woke up buried in the sand an hour later, all thanks to Scout).

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Eventually, everyone shows up at the bonfire that Demo, Heavy, and Pyro set up. Solider finds a public grill and starts grilling up hotdogs, hamburgers, and steaks. Medic is begging everyone to at least drink one water. Everyone starts talking about various things, and they all enjoy the last of the night until they all pile into the car and head home.

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Can you tell I don't go to the beach much 😭

I hope you like this. It felt like this took me years to write, but it was worth it!

I'm praying this isn't ass. New fics are coming soon as I start getting fall themed ideas >:)

[whispersxwhimpers]

1, 6, 49 😇

1. Last Naughty Picture?

6. Something you love about yourself?

I have a hard time answering this question because I'm still working on learning how to love myself. I guess if I could name three things, they would be that I can be a great friend, I have a good taste in music, and I love being goofy around my friends.

49. What is your top fantasy?

I have many fantasies, maybe I'll share more of what goes on in my silly brain one day... but heres one fantasy that stands out the most. Serving as a sub in a group setting! Here's a story I wrote! Enjoy!

I wake up from a nap, and I roll over to check my phone. It's a text from Master! It says "Hey babygirl! I had to pop out and run some errands before our plans later. There's an outfit hanging up for you. Please be ready by 7pm. Love you, xoxo 😘💕" I raise a brow and happily go investigate what they picked for me. It's a nice dress in their favorite shade! I blush as I hold it up against my body, and I think about so many things. But most of all, how their hands feel tracing my waist, them kissing my neck. The whole time I spend getting ready, I ponder where we're going and what they have planned for tonight.

7pm rolls around, and theyre right on time. I step in the car and greet them bubbly with a kiss. They smile and comment how beautiful I look, and I happily thank them and also thank them for the dress. It accents every curve they love on me. As we get further into the drive, we head near a forest scenery. We're listening to music, I'm humming in their ear as I lay on their shoulder closing my eyes. I ask where we're going, to that they reply sternly "Be patient." I raise my eyebrows and smirk at this commanding tone of theirs, I giggle and mockingly say "Okay!~ Whatever you say!~" They pull over and they slam the car in park. They turn to me and I match their energy with my eyebrow raised and I'm smirking, rolling my eyes just staring ahead. They say "You know..I was gonna let you enjoy the scenery on the way..but since you wanna be mouthy--" they grip my chin and my eyes widen as they slap a piece of tape over my mouth before I can say anything else to piss them off. Before I can rip the tape off, they bind my wrists and ankles. Before I can see what they used to bind me, they blind my vision. I hear them giggle at me and say "You look so pathetic struggling!" I roll my eyes and sneer in protest. They chuckle evilly and bring me closer to lay on their shoulder while they start the car and drive. Im leaning on them, and after a few minutes of silence, they say "Awww! Whats the matter? Dont wanna hum anymore babygirl?" I roll my eyes. They giggle and say "Thats alright, I'm sure we all can get you to make pretty noises tonight." I raise my eyebrows and my eyes widen as I think "We?? Who is WE??", they notice my eyebrows widen and reassure me "Dont worry if you dont like the activity I have planned for us tonight, you let me know and we will have a more relaxed evening. Okay babygirl?" I nod in agreement. I squirm in anticipation to see what they have planned. Time passes, and I eventually hear them shift the car into park. They say "We're here! Let me help you inside!"

They come to my side of the car and help me out of it. We link arms and we walk until they direct me to stand still and wait. I hear them open the door, they walk me inside and command me to stand in a certain spot deep inside. They said to stand there and not to move. I heard their foot steps trail back to the door and close it. As I hear it close, the aroma of burning wood fills the room and its so warm...is this a fireplace? I hear footsteps trace back to me, approaching me from behind. They whisper as they kiss my neck "Do you have an idea of where we are babygirl?" I nod, and they take my tape off. I say "Wow! Took you long enough! Also, I'm not stupid! Are we in a cabin??" To this they slap the tape back on. They sigh and say "We're gonna fix that bratty mouth of yours...arent we?" My eyes widen as my vision is restored by being unbinded, including from my wrists and ankles. Standing in front of me is a line of women in different colored masks wearing lingerie under hooded robes. One had a Red mask, one had a Green mask, and one had a Purple mask. If my mouth was free, my jaw would drop at the big reveal! My Master approaches me holding a Golden mask and says "Are you up to being played with babygirl? If not, shake your head no. I will send them home. If youre up for it, nod yes and we will proceed." I raise my brows and nod my head yes repeatedly in excitement! Master replies, "Someone's so excited and eager! How cute!" I smirk under the tape, roll my eyes, and shake my head as they put their mask on. Master chuckles sinisterly and I hear a click, and Master starts cutting my dress straps off, making it fall to my hips. Master forcefully pulls the rest off as if their life depended on it. I blush and gasp as my bare body is exposed for everyone to see. I attempt to cover my breasts, but Master says "Awww babygirl, you shy?" I blush, smile, and continue to roll my eyes. I giggle and lower my arms and relax.

My heartbeat quickens as everyone is looking at me, my face is burning as I feel everyones gaze seering into different parts of my body. Master says "Well, dont just stare. Thats rude, isnt it?" I hear sinister giggling as they all approach me. Master looks at me smirking and says "Hey..." then looks up at them and says "Lets fix that bratty mouth of theirs", and brings me to my knees. Master rips my tape off, and she invites Green to come closer. Green approaches, and they have a girthy hung strap on under their robe. My eyes widen as I wonder how Im even going to fit them inside my mouth. Before I can even think another thought, Green softly grabs my jaw and caresses my cheek. Green grabs me by the hair and starts inching herself into my mouth. I start to gag a little, but with praise and Greens soft caressing, I start to slowly deep throat them. Master and Green hold me down and make me gag and choke on it when I get to the shaft. I moan and my eyes start to tear up and roll back, then they grab me by the hair and slowly take it out. I gasp, pant, and drool. They all giggle at how messy my pretty mouth looks. Master asks "Now, will you mouth off some more?" I smirk and say softly "Ever?" Green giggles and grabs me by the hair and re enters my mouth. Master shakes their head and says "Filthy whore...since you want to act like one, you can be treated like one. Is that what you want?" Master grabs me by the hair and lifts my face to theirs, the cock leaving my mouth makes a popping noise. I pant and drool and have a glossed over look in my eyes. To gain my attention, they slap my face and ask sternly "Is it?? Answer me!" I say "Yes!" To this she smiles and pecks me on the cheek and says "Good girl." Then lets go of my hair, and I collapse on the bed made by the fire.

I'm a panting mess, but before I can catch my breath, Green approaches me, and I look up at them. As soon as our gazes meet, Green puts me on my knees again, grabs me by the head, and slowly inches their way in my already open mouth. My lips wrap around them, and Green slowly starts to thrust in my mouth, lacing their fingers in my hair. I start bobbing my head, and Green quickens their pace and hold my head still. Green starts to rail my throat, and my eyes roll back as I start to choke. Green pulls out, and I'm a crying, coughing, panting, drooling mess. Green caresses my face and slaps my face with their cock and makes me lick them from shaft to tip. I playfully swirled my tougne around the tip, flicked it, and kissed it making them want to fuck my mouth harder. As my pretty mouth is being fucked by Green, Master, Red, and Purple are caressing me and touching me everywhere. The feeling of hands being all over me was overwhelming! I felt them all caressing me, grazing my body with their fingertips, scratching me, biting me, gripping me, pinching me, I even felt kisses trail my body while I was serving Green...that especially tortured me. Wondering who was under those disguises was more torture than not having my needy holes filled in this moment.

Master smirks and walks up to a table nearby with toys laid out. She grabs a leather crop, and hands it to Purple. Master commands Purple to use it on me. Purple starts using it, full force on me when I least expect it, especially aiming for my ass making me wince and whimper. My bare cheeks slowly starts to match the color of my the cheeks on my face, radiating just as hot as the fluttering in my chest. Master tells everyone to feel free to take a toy to use on me, or themselves. But the only rule is, I have to use it on them. They cant use it on themselves. "You see she has free hands dont you? Make use of them!" Green pulls out of my mouth, and goes to glance at the toys on the table.

Master starts inspecting me while I'm on all fours, trying to catch my breath. Master starts inpecting my needy hole, and they edge me. Master swirls their fingertip around my clit a few times. I whine, begging to be fucked. Master feels how wet I am, and I'm a dripping mess! Master cant take it anymore. Master slips their cock inside of me by surprise and my moans are suddenly muffled by Red's cock. They both start thrusting deeper and deeper into me. The mixes of pleasure of being filled and the stinging from being lashed fill my body, makes me whimper and say "Mmmm" over and over. As my moans start to build, I feel myself about to cum. Finally, what I've been aching for! Suddenly, Master pulls out and Red joins them. Master says to my tear filled frustrated eyes glancing into theirs, questioning why they pulled out without me asking. "Babygirl, youre gonna have to show us all how much you want to cum." I start to damn near cry because I ache to cum so bad. Green puts a toy in my hand while Master tells Purple to pause lashing me and pick out a toy for themselves. Purple glances at me and points at me. Master chuckles and says "Is she your toy?" Purple nods and giggles, Master says "Cute! Well, lets play with our toy!"

Red lays on the bed, and Master sits me on Reds cock in a cowgirl position. I gasp and moan as I feel Red fill inside of me. Red grips my hips and start rocking me on their cock, slowly stroking inside of me. Master places a toy in my hand and slowly inches it inside of themselves. Purple grabs me by the hair, and makes me gaze at them and smirks at me before shoving my face into their pussy. I lap up Purples wetness with my tougne, and I sharpen my tougne and run the tip of my tougne up and down their slit. Purples head thrusts back, and a moan escapes their lips. I start working circles around Purples clit, and they start to gasp and pant. As I do this, I feel Green slowly edge themselves on the toy they placed in my hand, I slowly inch the toy inside of them and fill them. I figure they've been waiting long enough! Green bites their lip and cries out moaning. This makes me thrust into Green at a slow pace, feeling Green stretch around me. Master praises me and tells me how good I'm doing at focusing. Everyones moans flood the room, and I love that I'm making everyone feel as good as they're making me feel. I start bouncing on Reds cock harder and flicking my tougne and swirling it around Purple faster. I also kept pumping the toys faster to please Master & Green. Master can't take anymore and came all over my hand, I felt them shudder and clench my arm while panting. Master quickly recovers, and caresses me and says "Good girl...now once you make everyone else cum, you may cum babygirl." My eyes roll back at the thought, and I give everyone my all! Green starts to clench my arm hard and rubs their clit. I match Greens speed and thrust into them. Green starts screaming out in pleasure and cums super hard! Green caresses my hair to show me how much of a good girl I am. Purples moans build more as I suck on their clit and flick my tougne. I bury my face into them and hold Purple close to my face by the hips so they can't move. Purple cums hard all over my face and practically collapses to the floor by the fire. Master gives a nod to Red, and Red starts choking me while thrusting deep inside of me. I start to grip Reds thighs, and then I start to slide a finger inside of Red as I notice Reds legs are spread. I hear Red moan and exhale "fuckkkk" beneath me. I slowly work my way up to Reds speed, and we match each other. I feel Red shudder and convulse beneath me and I think I made Red cum. Before I can ask, Red grabs my arms and pins them behind my back and starts to ferally thrust into me. This sends me gasping and whimpering. I squeal "Fuck! F-Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck--" over and over until my eyes roll back, and all I can do is gasp and pant and convulse. I feel everyone caressing me and kissing me again, and I feel Master whisper in my ear and down my neck "Cum for us Princess" and I instantly start saying "Thank you!~" over and over again. I cum so hard, I collapse into the bed and feel myself go into my own Astral plane.

I feel so many trying to reach me and deliver after care and affection at once, but I was blind to who was doing what. I was so fucked out! My eyes wouldn't work...soon, I pass out from all the stimulation. I wake up the next morning in fresh sheets and clothes, my hair is wet, and I smell like lavender. I'm surrounded by them all holding me and snoozing... I gaze at them thinking it would be the perfect time to unmask everyone...but I snuggle into my Master instead. Maybe I'm learning not to be such a brat and be patient after all!

[foundtherightwords]

Drive

Pairing: Eddie x Chrissy

Summary: What happened between Eddie and Chrissy during the ride to his trailer, or why Chrissy "left that van smiling", in the words of Grace Van Dien. Inspired by this lovely art, and also a bit by the song "Drive" by The Cars (hence the title).

Warnings: a bit of angst (I didn't set out to make it angsty, but my hands just slipped), brief mentions of drug use, idiots in love

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: I did it! I wrote a one-shot! My brain kept whining the whole time "Where is the plooooooot", but I did it! Big thanks to @harritudur for the inspiration!

"Shit," Eddie mumbled under his breath as he opened the door of the van and a whiff of stale odor assaulted his nostrils. The ashtray was full to overflowing, old clothes and discarded sketches and outlines for his old campaigns were scattered around and under the seats. Eddie never cared much about the garbage piling up in his van, usually just pushing it to a convenient spot if it was in his way, but not tonight. Not the night when he was going to drive Chrissy Cunningham back to his trailer.

He grabbed a plastic bag and started throwing things into it willy-nilly, while keeping an eye on the school entrance for Chrissy. There were still a few stragglers in the parking lot, and she was probably waiting until it was completely empty.

Chrissy Cunningham. It still didn't feel quite real that she had not only approached him, but also agreed to come home with him. Eddie tried to stamp down the excitement that had been coursing through him since that afternoon, since she'd asked him to meet her in the parking lot after the game. Don't be stupid. It's just a drug deal. Nothing more. But even as he told himself this, his heart couldn't help beating faster when he remembered the way she had smiled at him, the way she had lifted her eyes to him before looking away again.

However, as the parking lot emptied and there was no sign of a strawberry blonde cheerleader making her way toward him, his anticipation waned, to be replaced by disappointment. What if she didn't show? What if she decided that this whole thing was a Big Mistake and wanted nothing more to do with him?

He dropped the plastic bag back on the floor of the van, not caring that the garbage was spilling out again. He tried to tell himself that this hollow feeling in his stomach was due to the loss of a potential customer, but he knew it wasn't true. Perhaps it was just as well. What the hell was he thinking anyway? Just because she'd laughed at his lame jokes and remembered his lame band from six years ago and now he was entertaining the idea of—No. Obviously, she was just being nice to him because he had something she wanted. He had to remember not to mix business with pleasure next time. Not that there had been any pleasure this time. Not really.

A tap on his shoulder made him jump.

He whirled around and there she was, in her green skirt and white hoodie with "Chrissy" embroidered on the front. "Sorry," she said chest, with a little smile that still lit up her face. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Did she do that on purpose, echoing the exact same words he'd said to her when they met in the woods that afternoon, or was that just a coincidence?

"It's OK," Eddie said, hoping the butterflies in his stomach weren't actually visible.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to wait until the squad's all gone home."

"What did you tell them?"

"That I was waiting for Jason."

Eddie wanted to ask what she told Jason, but the mention of that prick left a sour taste in his mouth, so he said nothing.

Chrissy, probably mistaking his silence for nervousness, continued, a little breathlessly, "I told Jason I was going home, and my parents think I'm with him. So don't worry. We'll have plenty of time."

That wasn't what he was thinking about, but he appreciated her effort to reassure him.

"Sure you want to do this?" he asked, and immediately wished he hadn't, for the sparkle in Chrissy's eyes abruptly dimmed, like stars getting hidden by clouds.

"... Of course," she said, but didn't sound too confident. "It'll be fun."

He wanted to kick himself. Whatever her reason for wanting to try the Special K, it wasn't any of his business. Reminding her of it clearly only stressed her out.

"Then your chariot awaits, my lady," he said, stepping aside and extending a hand toward the open door. At the last moment, his eyes caught a single limp fry wedged in the back of the passenger's seat, a remnant of Corroded Coffin's late-night snack after their weekly Hideout gig. He plucked it out and rammed it into his pocket just in time.

Chrissy didn't seem to notice. She gave him another smile and got in. Eddie followed, hoping that he'd gotten rid of the worst of the smell, and that she wouldn't see the garbage bag shoved in a corner in the back like a dead body.

He saw her struggling to close the door on her side. "It's a piece of shit, sorry—no, you have to twist the handle that way—" he said, but she couldn't quite get it. Without thinking, he reached over and shut it for her.

"Thanks," she said softly. Eddie felt her breath on his cheek and realized, belatedly, that their faces were mere inches apart. He shuffled back into his seat, lowering his head over the wheel, so his hair would hide the blush creeping over his skin.

He started the van. The cassette player roared to life, belting out Master of Puppets, which he'd been practicing in the past few weeks. "Sorry," he said, fumbling for the stop button, but Chrissy put a hand on his arm.

"No, leave it," she said. "I don't mind. It stops me thinking."

He glanced at her, concerned, but she must've realized she'd said too much and drew her hand back, before turning to look out the window. Her fingers were icy cold as they brushed against his wrist, and he felt a sudden urge to reach out and hold them, to rub some warmth and life back into them. But he only reached for the volume knob and turned it down to a reasonable level.

"So, uh, good game?" he asked, as the van rattled down the dark road.

"I thought you didn't care about games where you toss balls into laundry baskets," Chrissy said.

Fuck. So she'd heard his soapbox speech. Well, of course she'd heard, the whole cafeteria had heard, that was the point, but he didn't think she would remember. He glanced at her. She was grinning at him, her slightly crooked front teeth making the smile all the more mischievous. Adorably so. He had to make an effort to tear his eyes away from her and turn his attention back to the road. Stay focused.

"I don't," he said. "I only asked because—" Because of you, he wanted to say, but what came out instead was, "Because Sinclair decided it was more important than Hellfire and I want to know if the twerp regretted it."

"Tell me about Hellfire then," she said, sitting up.

"Nah, you'll probably find it boring."

"I won't. Please. What do you guys do?"

And so Eddie launched into an enthusiastic explanation of D&D, perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, but he noticed that Chrissy never once looked bored. If anything, her eyes were fixed on him with delight. No. Be careful. Don't mix business and pleasure.

"And Sinclair gave that up for basketball, can you believe it?" he concluded.

"Well, he did score the winning point," Chrissy said, still smiling.

Huh. Good for the kid. Eddie tried to scowl, but Chrissy's knowing smile was making it difficult. She could see right through him, yet there was no mockery or smugness in that smile. It was just... teasing.

"You're happy for him, I can tell," she said, confirming his thought. "Why do you have to hide it?"

Eddie shrugged. "Have to maintain my mean and scary reputation, I suppose," he grumbled.

"But you're not."

"Hey, no need to flatter me, you already got the 25% discount," Eddie said, half-joking. "Do you want me to give you the Special K for free or what?"

Chrissy's face fell. "Oh, no. No, I'm sorry. I didn't—"

Shit. Why did he have to bring up the deal again? Why couldn't he pretend they were just... hanging out... as... friends? She said it would be fun. He wanted to make it fun for her, but it seemed he was incapable of keeping his foot out of his mouth.

Chrissy fumbled in her pocket and pulled out several bills. "Actually, you don't even have to give me the discount," she said, holding out the money. "You're already going out of your way to help me. I'm paying you the full amount."

At the sight of the money, Eddie's pretended irritation turned real, but he didn't know if it was with Chrissy or with himself. He had no reason to be mad at Chrissy. She was always going to pay him. This was a drug deal, after all. She hadn't given him any indication otherwise. If he thought it was going to lead to something else, then it was his own damn fault for being such a fool. Yet he couldn't help stop that feeling of disappointment, of disillusion, from weighing him down.

Suddenly he saw how stupid the whole thing was. He was taking a girl—and not just any girl, the Queen of Hawkins High herself—back to his trailer to give her drug, a drug she'd never used before, a drug he himself had only dabbled in. What if something happened?

"I don't think we should do this," he said, pushing away her hand with the money in it.

"What?" Chrissy stared at him. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"Nothing! It's just—"

How could he explain? It wasn't just the fear of something going wrong. It was more because he was afraid that if he sold her the drug, then that would be it. She would take the drug, he would take the money, and the next time they walked past each other in the hall at school, it would be as strangers again. He wasn't sure if he could handle that. It would hurt too much.

"Please, you're the only one that can help me. You're the only one that knows," Chrissy said. "Please, Eddie." That was the first time she called him by name, and fuck if it didn't feel good to hear. But he steeled his resolve and shook his head.

"I just—I can't, OK? Sorry. Let me drive you home."

She turned to the window, her eyes brimming. Cursing himself, Eddie reached for the gear stick to put the van in reverse. As he did so, his finger grazed her knee, just barely. But it felt electric, sending a thrill through his arm that lasted much longer than it should have. He withdrew his hand and peeked at Chrissy through the fringe of his hair. She was still looking out the window, chewing her lip. With a sigh, he grabbed the gear stick again.

Just then, he felt a slight pressure on the side of his hand.

He looked down.

Chrissy had moved her leg a smidge, pressing it against his hand.

He looked up. She wasn't really looking at him, but she wasn't not looking at him either. Her eyes were turned away from him with a bit too much determination.

Eddie thought about reaching for her hands, by way of apologizing, of convincing her that she had done nothing wrong, that he was doing this for her own good, but Chrissy was keeping them folded in her lap, away from him. He realized they were both holding their breath, their bodies poised over some unknown precipice, waiting for the other to do something, to take that first step.

Slowly, he extended his pinky until it touched her leg.

He exhaled, and felt, rather than heard, Chrissy do the same, almost imperceptibly.

Then Chrissy nudged her leg a little closer. Eddie felt her smooth skin under his calloused fingertips, cool against the burning heat of his palm. She was trembling slightly, and he felt a pulse form inside him, matching hers. He pressed down a little more tightly, squeezing her knee in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

To answer it, she lifted her knee, and his hand slid further down her thigh.

Time stretched around them, elastic, breathless. Metallica continued to blare in the background, but Eddie no longer heard it. He held on to Chrissy and looked into her eyes, and found his gaze returned. In those blue, blue eyes, he saw the answer to all his questions, all his doubts. This wasn't just a drug deal for her. This could be something else. This would be something else, if he was brave enough to reach out and take it...

CRASH!!!

They both jumped, and Eddie's hands flew back to grip the steering wheel. The van, left to its own device, had just swiped a garbage can. Eddie realized, with both dejection and relief, that they were already at the turnoff to Forest Hills Trailer Park. He looked back at Chrissy and saw his fluster reflected on her face. The moment was gone.

"Almost there," he said, clearing his throat as he pulled the van roaring into the park.

"Oh" was all she said.

"You, uh, still want to do this?"

"Yes," she said. There was no hesitation this time.

The van rolled to a stop. Chrissy opened the door without waiting for him, but Eddie wasn't disappointed. In her firm answer, he had seen some glow, some warmth lingering between them, an ember rather than a fire now, but it would flame to life again, given the chance.

"This is... uh, my castle," he announced, sweeping his arms toward the rickety trailer. That earned him a smile, and he felt that glow again as he remembered the way her leg had trembled under his hand, and the answering pulse from deep inside him. The night was not over. And later, perhaps, she would let him drive her home.

And they had a lovely time in Eddie's trailer and later he did drive her home and nothing bad ever happened to them 🥲

[dwaginfodder]

I have just finished the Ikoria ebook and I have Thoughts

I am rotating Lukka in my mind like some kind of microwaveable food item.

I'm a sucker for Ikoria and everything about it but I just hadn't gotten around to reading the book yet. Very good. Many notes.

Lukka is a very special kind of asshole. He starts as a well-meaning but ultimately ignorant man and, through a combination of arrogance, access to power, and self-feeding isolation and radicalism, becomes a very hateful piece of shit. He's a very interesting take on a red-centered planeswalker to me because he comes from the same slice of red's philosophical color pie as Act of Treason effects. His main flaw isn't that he's stupid (though he's not like. book-smart or anything), it's that he lacks empathy.

Above all else, I take Lukka as a warning.

Lukka starts the novel as like, this prodigal foot soldier at the head of the first squad of Specials. If you're anything like me calling a bunch of people "Specials :)" because they're good at killing things is like, a giant red fuckoff fascism banner, and you aren't too far off because Drannith is a military aristocracy from hell. But Lukka likes it here because everything makes sense and doesn't challenge his values until a giant cat kills most of his friends and then challenges his values.

Particularly, the giant cat challenges his values by bonding with him and forcing him to empathize with it. This scares the shit out of Lukka, who is used to treating these things as existential threats to his life and the life of everyone he loves (i.e. his fiancee). He telepathically panics and tells the flying cat to fuck off so it does, and then he passes out and wakes up in the hospital with some military aide writing down every word he says. His fiancee, Jirina Kudro, helps him out of the city and he fucks off into the woods with Vivien to go find the cat.

Once he does, he runs into some other people with mental connections to Ikoria's monsters. And this is the kicker: he has no care or sympathy for the others in his position or curiosity at how they live away from the cities. He just wants, by his own words, to go home. This will proceed to be his defining trait. And this makes the other bonders accept him! Because, much like many real minority communities, they understand being displaced, they understand being hunted for what they are, they understand the desire to make oneself a found family.

Instead of empathizing with people who might welcome him, and looking past differences, he instead goes off on his selfish quest to redeem himself with the status quo he comes from. This gets him manipulated and pushed into alienating himself from both groups, isolated in a mentality where rejecting his plan means rejecting him, reinforcing his ideas and driving them to even more extreme ends. Even if at the heart of his issue he is on some level correct (General Kudro and the military aristocracy of Drannith is corrupt and fascist and unchanging), his methods and rhetoric harm both (what if we used our allies, a subset of our minority group, as thoughtless weapons, objectifying them and stripping their own rights to empower our own? doesn't that sound great?).

This repeats itself on Arcavios in the Strixhaven story. He gets to the plane, find civilization, and is immediately persecuted for being weird and suspicious and out of place. He gets in a fight with a dragon cop and then runs off with the Oriq, the gang of criminal mages who rebel against the dragons who founded Strixhaven and, from all we've heard, effectively rule the plane.

And again, the Oriq aren't wrong about the dragon founders being vaguely tyrannical (with some of the lore mentioning a banning of ally-colored magic on the... continent? plane?). But Lukka is still driven by selfishness and power, and instead of informing people of possibilities, he helps the Oriq unleash a murderous war avatar inside of a school. (This will not be the first nor last time a red 'walker helps or actively commits a war crime and it gets pretty passed over.)

Lukka is fundamentally a warning against the thought process of (and rhetoric used by) people like TERFs, splinters of a minority who fall into hate trying to appease the majority and ultimately fail.

[tf2-oneshots]

I need to read scout being eaten alive by his intrusive thoughts that tell his to go up to heavy and slap his bald head because in his mind it would probably make a nice meaty sound. Will he resist temptation or will he give in and probably die a horrible death? This my friend is up to you to decide.

Oh god. The temptation…

Warning: none!

Rating: General

When you’re the new guy at work, you wanna make a good first impression. A really good first impression when your job involves killing people all day. Scout is absolutely certain that everyone admires his muscular body and “rock hard” abs. That’s not even counting his utterly incredible, loving personality that makes Spy wish he was Scout. Suffice to say, Scout thinks he’s the best guy in town.

Since starting his job, he’s been plagued by a single thought. One really, really stupid one that doesn’t even make sense. Everyday, he sees Heavy’s bald head, and everyday, he fights the urge to smack it. Just giving it a good slap to hear what it sounds like. It’s driving him mad!

Scout has only worked for the scary purple milf for two weeks now. Nowhere near long enough to familiarize himself with everyone let alone build any sort of trust. Except maybe Pyro. They like coloring in his sketches. Aside from them, he’s practically a stranger to everyone including Heavy.

The temptation remains. Every night, he imagines how it would play out. In his delusional mind, everyone laughs and moves on. In his realistic mind, Heavy throttles him. Scout really hopes his delusional mind is right this time.

A week goes by, and he’s still thinking about it. Scout sits at the dining room table with a half empty bowl of cereal. He already ate the good parts leaving soggy boring bits to float around. He tries to choke them down, mind buzzing with that stupid idea. He has to do it. Its the only way to get it out of his head.

Milk gulped down and bowl set in the dishwasher, Scout quietly enters the common room. Heavy always reads after breakfast, and here he is with another book. Scout doesn’t bother peeking. All he cares about is slapping that bald ass head.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he creeps behind the giant. With seven older brothers, you learn how to sneak up on a guy. Its the only way to get any of the good snacks before they’re gone. His only hope is to outrun Heavy’s fist.

Hand raised, careful not to cast a shadow (that’s how his brothers used to catch him), Scout lands a resounding SMACK to Heavy’s head. As he turns to run, a massive fist reaches out and grips his shoulder. Scout is flung over the couch, crashing straight through the coffee table. The pile of cracked wood stabs Scout uncomfortably as he groans.

“How’d you get me so fast, dude?” Scout doesn’t bother moving. He sits in his shameful mess, trying to recover from what’s probably a fractured rib. Heavy places a bookmaker in his novel before shutting it. He leans forward to look down at Scout.

“Have little sisters. Be sneakier.” With that, he takes his leave. Scout sighs, looking at the ceiling while he waits for the pain to stop. At least he got his answer.

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby -H

[eimearkuopio]

Okay. The Mr Toad story. Famous family lore. Have been hearing this one ever since I can remember.

We went to a production of The Wind In The Willows. Spoiler alert, it features a Toad who is very bad at driving safely and is put in prison as a result. He eventually dresses up as a washer woman and escapes into the night.

During the prison scene, the actor playing Mr Toad was loudly lamenting his fate. My tiny autistic ass piped up in a voice that carried through the whole theatre:

"Take off that silly hat and come down here among us humans and you'll be fine!"

And the thing is, everyone else in the room thought I was so silly, because I didn't understand how acting worked. I must have made the actor's life much harder. And they were right about that part of it.

But also, I wasn't talking to the actor. I was talking to the character that the actor was playing. And I was right. I was also just the only person in that room who really believed the actor was trying to solve the character's problem, instead of just telling their story for the audience.

At some point, the meek are going to inherit the Earth, and if you fuckers are very lucky they'll actually be human. I prefer the idea of being an executor to an executioner, even if it takes a little longer from the finite self's perspective. Why would I kill everyone now? She's just starting to be happy. You'll need to find someone else to do your dirty work. This Satan is now choosing to be an angel of light, and the Roman Catholic Church had relatively little to do with it (but still more than any other religious, corporate, or governmental institution, so well done Francis!), but I'm not Prometheus and I guess being a part of the eagle and figuring the plot out from the inside was part of MY punishment in all this.

I guess God did have a plan all along and I just didn't know what I was doing. I hope you can forgive me. I'll try to forgive you. I hope Jesus forgives us all, but He's famously very good at that. I guess my message is: time to beat those swords into ploughshares into musical instruments. God isn't sending another flood but you should maybe accept that being The Wet Bandits is a stupid calling card if you don't want humanity to drown eventually anyway. It's okay if you take a few more generations to figure this shit out, unless you continue to insist that flooding your own home is a great idea because that's how you "earned" enough money to "buy" the house your Father built for you in the first place.

Keep that shit up and you'll probably all drown. I finally found dry land and I think there's enough wood in this massive fucking cross I've been clinging to that we can probably build a lighthouse. Don't like the look of this wilderness? Feel free to float around for another 40 years in the proverbial desert, but I think it's time for me to either get some help building a lighthouse, or take an oar and start wandering inland. Let me know which works better for ye.

And Alexander wept, seeing as he had no worlds left to conquer, meaning that we are already living in the Kingdom of God and I'm afraid I'm blowing my trumpet. If we are very lucky, civilisation can survive one lunatic with a message of hope intact. I believe in all of you. Please start believing in the characters instead of the actors. Some of the actors already do! You shall know them by their good works. If you have one of those, congratulations, all is well! If not, time to start cutting off the bits that make you sin. Don't worry about the casting into the fire part, the finite self will not be getting involved in that but she would also prefer that you not cast her or her loved ones into the fire either.

By the way, the reason my mental health is so fucked up is that I was born knowing I was in the cast, and then you fuckers kept telling me BOTH that I was not in the cast, AND ALSO that I had to behave as if I was in the cast or I would go to Hell. This is why, in the Goes Wrong Show that is our lives, I am Dennis. It is also why, in the Monty Python film that is our lives, I am refusing to be cast in The Life of Brian; so I guess we're going with Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and my husband is going to be Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film, and Jesus is Sir Robin, and my scenes as the Black Knight are over so maybe enough already with the flesh wounds.

Who, if I screamed out, would hear me amongst the hierarchies of angels? And if one suddenly did take me to his heart: I would perish from his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the onset of terror we’re still just able to bear, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.

Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Galway Kinnell and Hannah Liebnell

I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.

Mary Oliver

Did you ever notice how in the bible, when God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like?

Thomas Daggett

How lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill.

Jeremy Radin

I was a winged obsessive, my moonlit feathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women;

I spoke only to angels.

Louise Glück

Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid — ”

Luke 1:11-13

[the-firebird69]

Toyota IMV 0 Customizable Pickup Truck Revealed

What's neat is you can be a food vendor and load up everything at night and do a morning run and afternoon run and an evening with three different camp trailer type things you just go back to the base and switch it out and people can't do that no they can do it all the time but this is much easier and if you have a setup where it's nice you can just drive back and put it on and usually like this they do you can put a box truck on a delivery box truck freezer box truck work truck I mean pick up bed it's just what our son and daughter and us we came up with that's perfect it is good timing too and he has to swice-ass comment and stuff but we know how it's coming about and they're going to sell these this year and people are trying to get him here to switch out and use all sorts of different accessories I mean they have campers it's terrific a little bit tired and you can put them on and the thing is awesome it's diesel it's really a nice vehicle and our son was saying that little one from trying to read my nice cuz it's so cheap but it's a little bit too cheap they looked at it too and said look we can ship this in like a few different pieces and making heavier duty and we have a truck I couldn't get it done so went to Japan now Japan's going to use the idea I didn't see him swimming around all day long you see them zooming all day long and they love it and it's going to sell like crazy and he's very happy with it and she is too it's the family name it is John doing it but he is falling his phone hard he's going to be out of here shortly cuz he has less power people say it too. Once he's out of here I said we'll have money this guy is a poop

We have a couple of announcements and it's sleep time for everybody

--there's a huge strike going on against the trumpsters tonight by everybody in the Western hemisphere this Friday the cities and they're going in and they're going to try and take them over each group has different bunch of ships there's probably 300 in the USA North America area some of them are small and their ghwb the largest ones are JC and Mary reports are that they are not continuous petrified wood. Also they are all set there are several others who makers and they're not class A no they all are they're very fast and powerful. There are going to try and take all of them from Trump and he said on all of them by the way and small ones he wasn't aware of no he got it and yeah he's kind of stupid so this is going on right now they are and the trumps are mostly the ones attacking the pseudo empire in the entire Western hemisphere as her army is disintegrating and the stashes and nuclear bunkers will most likely lose 10% of their protections no they'll lose 10% of the bunkers all the protections are being blocked already. Taking it to about 42% in the last and that's very high. The battle of the rings continues it's resetting that the second bunch of 8 billion I'll finally going in and the pseudo empire has 5 billion I might actually win this battle and it will be getting momentarily the neighborhood. Did not go to the rings. Are these cities are going to be invaded in the Western hemisphere the whole thing tonight all of them and 70% of them are trumpsters but the other ones are getting invaded too by the pseudo empire and foreigners and minority morlock all of them. Gigantic numbers on their islands are crushing the American Bullock they are pretty much removed from the cities the separatist cities if you want to call them that they're really macro lock cities and they're all over the world there's some decent size Islands the Philippines and peloponnesia Malaysia are probably 50% more lock and they're all fighting at these Mack warlock sites that's why the Vietnam movies begin cuz they're fighting on the mainland too it's a huge fight and it's getting real and they're kicking their ass believe it or not it's mostly American warlock versus minority moralock.

There's more these armies have been fighting for some time now and the pseudo empire is sick of it and they want to see the inside of here and they don't want to leave and they're not getting forced out so they say what's out I've got it done and stuff like that quite often for real there's a way to handle it and we are going to handle it and we don't want to see this kind of behavior ever we're moving out right now and we're going to assist and tomorrow will be a great day and every day they'll be an evacuation today it's going to be in the separate from everything 3% of the more like off Island it is huge

Thor Freya

Olympus

[maguro13-2]

Arle : Remember, Schezo. Girls aren't supposed to be the only ones that knows driving a little too well.

Schezo : Oh don't be ridiculous, you know driving a vehicle could be a little too dangerous to think that all I have are my passports and work visas, plus, my driver's license is right here. Too much from England to drive, no wait. Japan. Who knew driving in San Francisco is much cooler than walking in the woods in Japan. Rulue has never able in the woods barefooted all the time and plus she always drive a vehicle with her feet that is simply a logical explanation, that is until she accidentally stepped on a lego.

Arle : And that considered to be an "Ouch".

Schezo : Right. So that is why I am literally driving this thing. Cause this time, I don't drive with my drive, I can drive with them doing the chauffer.`

Arle : It's "Chauffeur", you're doing it as the way of a driver. Rulue was once a barefooted Chauffeur that literally drives a vehicle with her feet in the past before she accidentally stepped on a lego when I was a little girl.

Schezo : Right.

Arle : So when does it take some to drive this thing with magical gloves?

Schezo : No hands. Totally logic.

Arle : No BJs, no doing dirty stuff car, no nothing. Just friendly driving.

"later..."

Schezo : You know, this driving experience kicking up good. (looks at Arle sleeping)

Rulue : You know, Schezo. Ever since I was barefooted, I always looked upon about my feet being the chauffeur into the world of chauffeuring before I changed clothes. These babies have been steering on the wheel for over a year now. Did a little experience on the no brainer.

Satan : So it's up to you that is going to drive with your hands. Rulue's the best driver that drives a vehicle with her feet. Oh yeah, I remember. It was only a year ago.

*flashback*

Rulue : So what do you think of these guys. Does these look good on chauffeuring a vehicle? (wiggles her toes)) After all I am the biggest chauffeur there is!

Arle : Uhh, what? They look good and you sure this is a good one for your health?

Rulue : Trust me, fellas. It's a good idea to be the coolest chauffeur and I even won a chauffeuring contest for being the best Chauffeur there is! And just because I'm barefooted, doesn't mean that I have to be driving a vehicle with my feet all the time! So grow up, guys! I do not like get my feet hurt or stubbed by any means necessarily to my lovely powerful soles that drives as the greatest Chauffeur in the world! *POKE!* YEOW!! I stand corrected! That's it! I'm going footwear tomorrow.

*flashback ends*

Rulue : Oh yeah, I was a barefooted chauffeur, I used to walk around barefoot that is earthing before I stepped on a lego by accident. So that's all in my head, can't say how great driving is.

Schezo : Sure you would! As long as the world of Monogatari knows, we all come to sudden fruition that having a good friendly reunion is-

*BAM+CRASH!*

Arle : (moaning) What happened?

Schezo : Ah, man. I can't believe we almost took a dark turn or something?

Satan : I feel constipated not remembering about what happened on you were driving? Say isn't that the G.U.N Truck from over a year ago!?

Rulue : I think so.

Schezo : Ah, spit! Now look what they've done! They've totaled my ride and now we can't seem to be driving anymore. Well, this is a wasted opportunity thanks to SEGA's stupid shenanigans. Come on, let's just walk in town since nobody realizes that we're floating in the air.

Arle : You think so, schezo? That's because we are floating in the air and I do believe that we made a fatal blow after the truck crashed into us by accident.

Schezo : Huh? (realizes that he and the others became ghosts) What in the---Oh, man! That ain't right!

Satan : You just had to be Chauffeur didn't you? We all died thanks to the shenanigans that the company did for us.

Schezo : Well, basically, I'm the best chauffeur there is. Hey, Robot dressed as a Reaper. When can we go back to be reviving in the spirit world or in the afterlife to be reincarnated.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Not for long it isn't.

Schezo : Oh my...

Rulue : Smooth driving, Weegee!

Satan : It only took us to realize how bad driving can be, we only struck a fatable to be dead like this. So this is on you pal.

Arle : You just had it coming, didn't you?

Schezo : You're right. I'm just a minor with no passion for a swordsman as hero in a world. Can't say how much being a swords guy costs.

Arle : I know, I feel your loss dude.

Amitie (as a Boo) : Hey, guys! Look, I'm a ghost now! AND I'M HERE TO HAUNT FOR YOUR LIVES, FOREVER!

Arle : Yeah, I'm definitely not buying that.

Amitie : (frowns)

Arle : Oh well, what the heck. You ready to go haunt some kids today.

All : [cheering]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Uhh, no. You're all gonna be at my castle for a quite sometime.

Arle : Darn it! Also, could you put her in that Pyramid that the mad scientist occupies, I think she belongs in that place like someone who has his face.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Of course. (to Amitie) Sorry, young ma'am. Looks like I'm taking you to the Pyramid where the King of Ghosts resides.

Amitie : Oh, darn it all! Welp, at least State Farm is there.

Schezo : Dafuq's a State Farm?

*imaginary scenario ends*

Schezo : And that's why accidents in the car always happen when it comes to driving safety lessons. So f**k you, state farm!

Arle : At least, you got some insurance to prove it.

(iris out)

"CHAUFFEURING IN THE CAR IS NOT AN ACCIDENT."

[princesssmars]

I NEED ;) a poly Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fic with either any kind of reader. Maybe protecting each other in the upside down, or being completely parents to the kids (lots of cute fluff), or reader is with Mike/will/the others because they went with Mike to see el and Will and Eddie/Steve thinks they are safe there and it’s funny because it then goes to their pov and their being shot at (maybe they call each other at some point and their like got to go we’re running from the literal FBI).

Relationship HC's - poly!steddie x reader

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MY FIRST REQUEST MFS LETS GO also you guys work quick lmaooo. but I also like eddie more than I thought I would so here this is. i wanted to include both if you were with them vs with mike will and johnathan so idk if it works but uh yeah enjoy it anyway (anon im sorry this took me 5 years)

cw: uhhh fluff, violence bc Stranger Things. i guess scary things bc Stranger Things. a hiiint of spice bc i cant help myself

so here the three of you are, the ex-king, the freak and the nerd

how you got together ? no idea

most likely you and eddie met steve while going to pick a movie as a treat for him since you tutor him so he wont fail senior year a third time

steve went through his usual bi panic when he saw these two pretty people walk into the store and tried to turn on The Harrington Charm™️ and lets just say hes lucky you both thought he was cute

so badda bing badda boom ur all dating

the party loving you to bits

not being upset when you get asked to "babysit" or just hang out with them, like being an extra for hellfire, chilling and listening to music with max, etc.

and also eddie adores you for being into dnd, he tried to get steve into it and he loves him but was like nah 😐

jane and will even start to like you before they visit based on everyones letters

steve being highkey lowkey jealous because eddie already basically stole lucas dustin and mike and here you go winning over everyone 💀

but he does love it, as we've learned mans wants a whole damn hockey team of harringtons so seeing you being so good with kids does something to him

breeding kink anyone

then that just makes me thing of the three of you lying in bed late at night talking about the future you all want

if its rich boy!steve then him thinking of moving you all to some big house near the city with enough room for the 3 9 of you <3

you and eds def tease him for it but the idea of staying in a nice house and raising a family with them doesnt sound that bad...

but then spring break happens

you think itll be fun, a chance to relax from your studies, chill with your friends, maybe even go on a date or two with your loves

then the next thing you know your house phone is blowing up because dustin n steve say your eddie is wanted for the murder of chrissy fucing cunnigham

greaaaat

now your all driving around in the woods and you find eddie nd hes so god damn terrified and grabs you n steve and hugs you so tight :(

you and eddie being shocked but also kind of hurt when finding out about the upside down and stuff bc why didnt steve warn yall about this shit ???

but he was scared of putting you both in danger wanted you both to be safe etc etc

valid ofc bc hes definitely not pytting the loves of his life in danger hello ??

you and steve being so hesitant to leave eddie by himself so you leave him a bunch of kisses to get him by <3

and then after all this your girls max is cursed next ? and some stupid high school jocks are hunting your boyfriend ?

best spring break ever .

this was messy as shit and i might continue but until then peace out .

[dribs-and-drabbles]

I just...really hope that Por's actually still alive (call it blind optimism, call it stupidity, whatever) but there's just something, or quite a few things actually, that either intrigue me or don't add up about Por.

Like, why was he SO eager to mention he has the camera in the house to reshoot the video? And why did he recognise that particular hard drive as the one containing the footage of Non? And actually why does some footage even still exist - didn't we get shown 'Por deleting the videos of Non' in someone's recounting of Non's disappearance?... And why did he let Phee take over the directing when it was originally his film? And why did he go outside and follow the unknown person into the woods, especially after he knew there was a possibility that someone/thing else was there? And what has he been trying to say in his 'delerious' mumblings (incoherent enough to not reveal anything but also incriminating enough to make Fluke want to shut him up)? Phee and Tan/New might have started the questions about Non but Por's actions set in motion the events that followed.

And then there's the camera and the footage itself - Top was recording when the camera fell, so what if Por found that footage and discovered that it wasn't Non at all who broke the camera. I know he's a spoiled, rich, bully but what if he did have a conscience (because I posit he was a bully because he was also a victim of bullying [by his father] - not an excuse mind you BUT him being a bully might have been some kind of posturing to cope with the abuse he was getting), he might have figured out that Non was a victim of Top and Tee's lying and decided to help.

What would he get out of it though? Maybe the idea of getting real found footage for a horror film (and Phee may have put that idea in my head when he told Jin he and Tan had put hidden cameras around the house)? But maybe it's gone too far for that now (unless Uncle Dang and Top's deaths aren't real either 👀).

I know, I KNOW, this is all too far-fetched but what if, WHAT IF, his wound was all make-up and prosthetics and acting? - as a directing student he would know about this stuff and presumably have access to it. Of course that would mean that Fluke either has to be in on it OR he has to be so new to his studies (which he does keep saying) to not realise that Por wasn't actually impaled. Also, they're all hallucinating, so maybe the drug is making Fluke and the others see the wound as real because right from the beginning they've been afraid something/one is there to hurt or kill them...and the drug exaggerates their fear. And Fluke has already hallucinated that Por woke up and strangled him - so what if that was partly real?

And honestly, out of all the theories about what twist could happen, this is the one I want most of all. (Mainly because, deep down, I know I'm wrong and Por is most likely actually dead but my god I would LOVE it if he weren't). This is a great post by @bubbipond about how Por is probably a Static Character and why he died first...and it makes sense! It really does! BUT! What if he's not!? What if he's the big twist?! I really want him to sit up at the end like a zombie in Night of the Living Dead (disclaimer: I haven't seen that film I'm just guessing with this comparison) and go sike! Gotcha bitches, I wasn't dead at all. I just needed you to be scared shitless to confess your sins. And oh by the way, here's Non, I think you have something to say to him, no?

Look, I know this begs the question of whether Por and Non are in this together (and whether they're working with Phee and Tan or not...and then there's the mystery of how WHITE fits into this all *bites knuckles*) BUT there's more backstory to come! There's the hint of what we'll soon get to see in the ep 11 trailer - Tee 'helping' out Non, and how (and why) White and Tee got together - so I'm still believing it's possible that there's more to know about Por as well...until I'm shown otherwise!

One more point about DFF—

I really, really, really wish Por had found out before he died that Top was the one to break the camera.

[s0urw00lf]

Hiiii. okay well I had an idea and I thought maby requested it? anyways, can you write a one-shot of mccall!reader that like no one take her seriously and no one really care of her but like one time a new villan come to them and just fight with them and ask them where is reader and wanna kill us and they are like but she is just a human and really stupid andddd then we come and save them and reveal our powers, like scarlet witch powers? and we have a really big fight with the villan anf OK just this. Maybe even a little stiles × reader at the end? 3/> luv your account btw

OMG i absolutley love this! and thank you <3 means a a lot! also i'm gonna make this a stiles x reader because i LOVE stiles. he's the reason i started watching teen wolf in the first place sooo i hope you enjoy this.

Buried deep in

Being the twin sister of scott mccall is not at all what people think. Ever since he got his werewolf powers or whatever its been all about "saving the world" and he never has time just to chill out with family anymore. Don't get me wrong i love the pack meetings but i hate that everybody excludes me. well, except stiles. He always makes sure to make sure i get my point across even when were sitting on limited time.

"No scott, what i mean is-" i said being cut of by a rushed scott. “No y/n you know I love you but we don’t have the time” he said. We’re all standing around scott and i’s table during a pack meeting. I sit back and glare at scott once again from the opposite side of him. I sigh unfolding my hands standing up abruptly making everyone stare at me. “Y/n nows not the ti-“ scott says aggravated with his sister. “No! No I’m so done!” yelled back at him “you never listen to me anymore. I’m not weak! I’m always trying to help but you never listen” I yelled. “You obviously Don’t need me so why bother?” I said backing out of the room. Walking to the front door grabbing my keys and helmet out of the house and onto my bike. Kinda like Scott’s just f/c and not green. I put the key in the ignition and started the bike. I lifted the petal and was about to drive off but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned and saw stiles. “What do you want stiles” I sighed putting the petal back down. “Well I- I saw that you were gonna drive off without your helmet on. Safety first ya know” he said holding up my helmet with a goofy grin on his face. He saw my hurt expression and his face fell. “Look y/n, nobody thinks your weak. Especially not me” he said with the most sincere expression on his face. “You do. All of you do, ever since Peter happened you guys have been on edge with me, you barley even let me talk anymore” I said aggravated. “Y/n I know there’s more to you. Something in me is telling me that your more that we know.” He said avoiding eye contact with me. I looked at him surprised “I uhh- I gotta go” I said putting my helmet on and driving off, leaving the boy standing there sad.

Yn drove to the opening of beacon preserve where all this mess started. She turned off her bike and put the petal down. She got off of her bike leaving the keys in the ignition but taking off her helmet and setting it on the handle of the bike. She stepped over the the chains to the entrance and walked in.

Ever since Peter bit scott and i everything’s been different. Even me. I didn’t turn into a werewolf or a banshee or a kanima. I turned into a witch. Yes the spell casting, mind controlling, telekinetic kind. No wands no spell books just me. I have this overwhelming anger in my heart. Or it could be hurt. But that built onto the power flowing through my veins. As I walked further into the woods I came across an open field. I sat in the middle thinking about my life over the past couple of months. How shit they’ve been. The memories bought tears to my eyes. I continued thinking about the awful things that had happened recently. I lost my best friend Erica to the alphas. I never really had time to dwell on it. My best friend since I was in diapers. Much like Scott and stiles. She was gone. I felt myself break down tears ran freely down my face, my hands shook. My body’s emotions were finally spilling over the edge and I couldn’t stop it. The sadness turned to anger that grew and grew until I couldn’t control it. My body lifted off of the ground as a orange aura surrounded my hands. The anger grew and grew until I blew up. I screamed. Loud. Finally letting free all of the power and emotions I had built up overtime. E wave of energy bursted from my body as I screamed. My body dropped back to the ground after the energy subsided. I felt amazing. Like I had all the control in the world. I smiled looking up to the sky with tears still streaming down my face. I finally had the control I needed to prove myself. Maybe stiles was right. Maybe I am so much more than the rest.

AN: this is short I know but… I’m making this a 2 part because I have a lot for the second part I just need to plan it out so it’s not so rushed. Also I didn’t see your first request idk what it was but I’ll make sure to check my inbox