#she fucking reverse engineered everything

[quietlyimplode]

Writing Prompt:

Tony and Natasha are being pursued, but they are driving a rickety Corolla. Tony is incredibly frustrated because he has a need for speed. What's their clever escape plan?

This was fun to write. Lol I hope I was oddly specific enough.

Natasha glares, and holds onto what Clint affectionately calls the ‘oh shit’ handle; Tony rounding the corner like a madman.

“It’s not made for this,” she tells him angrily, “the engine will fucking fall out.”

“It won’t, it’s top speed is like 120mph, and I bet that it can go faster than that. You said they were behind us?”

Natasha looks behind them, gun drawn.

“I think we lost them on the freeway, when you decided to snake around the four trucks that almost hit us. Where did you learn to drive?”

“I’ve driven everything from Supercars to an Ironman suit, I’m not about to be bested in a race even if I’m in a Corolla.”

She rolls her eyes.

“You’re going to kill us,” she states, as he accelerates.

“We aren’t going fast enough,” he replies.

The black SUV serves in front and they both swear.

“Tony,” she starts.

“I told you!”

The Corolla seems to slow, even as Tony pumps the accelerator.

“My foot’s on the floor,” he states, watching the one black car turn into three.

“Brake!”

Natasha’s yell makes him react and he does as she ask, it makes them almost level with two and Natasha shoots at floor.

“What are you doing!?”

“Go!”

Tony’s words are frantic as he starts forward again, building speed and watching as one car tips.

“How…?”

“They’re armoured,” she states, looking around. The third SUV on their tail.

“If I shoot the ground, it ricochets up, and punches into the floor of the car. Most people don’t like that.”

She shoots once into the side, and Tony watches as it bounces off. It doesn’t do much but the next shot under the car, as they pull away seems to make it pause.

“Get off at the next exit,” she orders.

Tony nods and changes lanes and even though he probably will never get the sound of horns out of his head, he’s grateful that they haven’t been hit yet.

“They’re still behind us,” he tells her, watching out of the mirrors.

“No shit,” Natasha replies.

“When I say break, break again, okay?”

Tony nods.

“Fine, do you have enough bullets?”

Natasha doesn’t answer.

“Come on,” he tells the car, “go faster!”

He watches Natasha check her gun, nod and then as they turn off the freeway, only one catches the turn.

Tony smiles; only one is doable.

He presses his foot down, even though it’s basically on the floor.

“On three, break and brace,” she tells him.

He doesn’t know what that means, but waits for her count, and when he hears three, he pushes the break so hard, he wonders if his foot is going to go through the car.

The shock he feels when she pulls up the handbrake too, makes him scream.

The sound comes from him and even he feels shocked at it.

“Nattttt?!”

“Wait!” she exclaims.

“Nat!?”

“Wait!”

They’re stationary, and Tony watches the SuV come at them.

Natasha smashes the car into reverse, and yells.

“Go!”

Tony acts on instinct, pushing the accelerator hard and feels the car go backwards.

“I can’t drive backwards!” he shouts, panicked.

“It’s like driving forwards, weren’t you just saying that you’ve driven Supercars and the iron man suit?”

Tony looks behind him, thankful it’s a straight line.

“It’s not the same! And you know it!”

Natasha leans out of the car, and his heart almost drops.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

The SUV gains.

She shoots the ground and Tony watches as the man panics in front of him. She shoots once more and the car spins into a barrier.

The car door closes and she’s safe inside.

Bullets from the ground, he muses. He’s got to remember that one.

Natasha checks her gun.

“Break on three,” she tells him.

He does as he’s told.

The poor Corolla.

Thirty miles later and it’s limping but for all accounts the red, rickety car pulls into their safehouse.

“Not bad,” he tells it.

“But I still prefer fast cars.”

Natasha rolls her eyes, but as he steps forward he notices that even she gives it a pat.

.

[saulutekaipbabasake]

I truly believe that if given enough time and not any of the "well fuck, murders are happening" Coronabeth would have had more time to convince Ianthe to eat her. She would have failed tho

genuinely it is so crazy to me that like. if none of the murders had happened and it had really actually been dulcinea and protesilaus at canaan house instead of cytherea… i truly believe that none of the other pairs would have ascended. EXCEPT for ianthe, who did it ANYWAYS. like really? truly? actually? if there had been no pressure? if the heir of each house had simply been allowed to discover the eightfold word as they pleased? who would have willfully done it? who would have taken their cavalier’s life, or their flesh? certainly not the fourth, fifth, or sixth. judith has too much of a personal attachment to marta and too much of a moral obligation to not eating her lieutenant. dulcinea wouldn’t have sacrificed protesilaus to prolong her own life. silas would have considered it an abomination at best. and gideon and harrow had already started their Character Development by the time abigail and magnus were found dead - by the time harrow had actually found the key to lyctorhood, she would have rather died than kill gideon. without direct interference, only ianthe would have ascended. only one lyctor would have been created.

in trying to stop any of them from becoming lyctors, cytherea created more of them.

[citricacidprince]

I wanted to ask if you can make a doodle of that drifting star gravity falls au but it’s relativity falls. Stan gets sucked into the portal and Dipper has to take care of him.

Took a hot second but I finally did it!!!

This family makes me wanna lose my mind I adore them so so much <333

(Sorry it’s a bit messy and clunky, my brain is fried atm lol)

Notes under cut!

I like to think that Dipper is oh so tired and is trying so hard to find a way to kill Bill so he can get back home to his sister as fast as he possibly can that he’s sooooo willing to aim guns at people. Like sure a laser gun works fine most of the time, but it’s soooo much easier to bring lead to a knife fight, ya know?

Stanley would think Dipper is so fucking cool and Dipper has to do a double take because no one has ever called him cool and meant it

Stanley is wearing a mini version of his homeless hoodie, as a treat :]

Mabel was inconsolably crying for a hot second after this all happened and Stanford was utterly pissed and in denial, weakly kicking her and hitting her with his little baby arms to bring his brother back

Mabel manages to reverse engineer the memory gun to erase the government agents minds, but unlike Dipper, who could’ve done it in 5 minutes tops, it takes her about an hour, so she tells Stanford about her brother Dipper and everything that happened while she does so

While doing this she asked Boyish Dan to block the door and gave him permission to beat up anyone who tried to get in, something the concussed teen was very happy to hear

They manage to buy time, and thankfully Mabel already knows how to open the portal again, but it’s gonna take a week or two maximum to get it fully running again

Stanford is still very very pissed, but it’s a silent and resigned anger aimed at Mabel. She lied to them all summer, she not who she said she was, she won’t stop apologizing when she looks at him now, how could he not be mad?

Besides it’s easier to be mad when the alternative is being so sad you feel nauseous over the fact your brother is missing, you have no clue if he’s okay or even alive, and every passing moment is making you regret trying to push him away all summer because you miss his stupid jokes and laughter and antics so bad it makes you steal all the blankets off his bed and praying to something, anything, that he’s going to be okay so you can just hug him one more time.

Mabel isn’t doing very well either. She completely locked down the Shack until she can bring Stanley and Dipper home. She told Dan and Anjelita that they didn’t have to come to work, something Anjelita gladly accepted, while Dan insisted that he could help. After all you expect him to go home and be normal about this later??? He got a concussion and punched an FBI agent so hard he passed out. He’s in this for the long haul.

I don’t want Stanley and Dipper stuck in that portal for longer than a week, because even if Mabel and Ford opening that portal again would cause Weirdmageddon they don’t care in the slightest, they just want their brothers to come home

[formulafanfics13]

could you write Ollie Bearman dating physics student!reader please and thank you. 🐻❤️

gravity - OB87

Masterlist

summary: Ollie Bearman is fast, famous, and stupidly hot — and you’re just a university physics student trying to mind your business. He falls first. You fall harder. And suddenly, theoretical forces have nothing on the way he looks at you.

warnings: fluff, university AU, nerd x athlete dynamic, very soft smut (oral f receiving), protective Ollie, awkward academic environments, Ollie being a lovesick fool, clever/introverted reader, mention of anxiety, established relationship vibes

You meet him in the worst possible way. You're in the library, hunched over your thermodynamics notes, wearing joggers, a hoodie three sizes too big, and exactly zero percent of your usual social skills. You’re also muttering to yourself like a lunatic, trying to reverse-engineer a problem about entropy gradients when someone taps your shoulder.

You look up. And it’s him. Ollie Bearman.

Formula 1 driver. Walking meme. Public heartthrob. And apparently, a confused boy holding a Mechanics for Engineers textbook. “Sorry,” he says, voice low and very real. “Are you the physics girl?”

You blink. “The... what?”

“You helped my mate Alex in week two,” he explains. “Said you were some kind of quantum genius.”

“Alex cried during quantum.”

“Still passed.”

You sigh. “What’s the problem?”

He grins. “I need help understanding how the fuck potential energy is real.”

You groan. “It’s stored energy.”

“But it’s not doing anything.”

“It could do something.”

“So it’s imaginary.”

You grab his textbook. “Sit down.”

It doesn’t take long for everyone on campus to know. That you’re dating. That he’s obsessed. That the golden boy of motorsport is 100 percent, violently in love with the quiet girl who once submitted a complaint because a tutor misused the term ‘net force’ in a lecture.

At first, it’s awkward. He’s all media and adrenaline and fast cars and sprint races. You’re all caffeine and brain fog and equations and fuck, is this due today?

But Ollie slots into your life like he was born for it.

He walks you to class. Carries your backpack. Sleeps over and sets alarms for you. Sits in the back of the lecture hall and waits while you ask the prof things like “why didn’t you account for relativistic momentum?”

Your classmates are stunned. Your professors are quietly impressed. And the internet?

The internet loses its mind.

“HOW DID A FORMULA ONE DRIVER FALL FOR A GIRL WHO OWNS THREE CALCULATORS” “ollie bearman and his hot genius girlfriend” “you’re telling me the grid’s future champion is dating an undergrad???”

Ollie just laughs.

He loves it. Loves how different you are. How smart. How fucking sure of everything you say. Even when you doubt yourself, you never stop pushing.

He tells everyone who’ll listen, “She’s smarter than all of us put together.

Your anxiety gets bad around exam season. You stop eating properly. Sleep like shit. Spiral over problems you already know how to solve. You start thinking Ollie might get bored. That he should be with someone who isn’t too stressed to shower. Someone who belongs in his world.

He notices immediately. One night, after your last physics review, you crawl into bed and collapse face-first into the pillow.

Ollie watches you for a long moment. Then he says, “Do you know what I love about gravity?”

You groan. “What.”

“No matter how far I go, it always pulls me back to you.”

You turn your head. “That’s not even how it works.”

“It is in my version.”

You laugh, cracked and tired. And then he crawls over you, lifts the hem of your shirt, and kisses your inner thighs like worship. Like proof.

You pass every exam.

Ollie shows up to your results presentation in full Ferrari gear, holding a bouquet of wildflowers and yelling “THAT’S MY FUCKING GIRL!” across the lawn.

You flush. He kisses you anyway.

[h1biscusgal]

ASKS IN A BUNDLE BC IM TIRED : PART 3

YESSSS FOR EVERY QUESTION MY LOVE.

NAH ITS OK, WHENEVER THIS HAPPENS? LITERALLY BE DELULU (ik some people say it's bad to say be delusional, i meant don't feed further into it and take it as a funny shit)

i literally know and been there, i have every proof but my mind wants the material, i simply go by my logic where "i don't see oxygen but it's a fact i breathe it, so the same with my DR."

oh my god i'm sorry what the fuck??? first of all my deepest apologies, are you fine now? i seriously get you and understand what you mean, have you confronted him? tell the school if he's in the same school as urs or actually alert someone about it on higher position to take actions, hacking is no funny business no matter how much "ashamed" your posts are (WHICH ARE NOT, NEVER BE ASHAMED MY LOVE, FUCK THEM). keep calm in the meantime and don't panic at all! affirm continuously that everything is under control, and don't let real life threats mix with your mind, good luck!

MWAH I MISSED U MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, YESSSSS THIS IS COMMON, it's a state where your mind is actually entering UNAWARE OF ITSELF, but once you say "omg i'm entering" your body will hold u back saying "wtf we are entering? that's not allowed, this only happens when we are unaware." focus on a point or count backwards and simply do WHATEVER you want as long as you keep your mind off it, simply exist and whenever you get the symptoms? be like "oh yeah that's nothing."

OK EASY THING I USED TO DO AND HELPED ME SM: daydream.

no fr, i love daydreaming and imagining scenarios like i'm bayonetta or sm shit (i fucking love netta) anyways, distract yourself gently, feel your body getting pulled back to your senses? be like "oh wait there's another scenario hol up" and go back to it for fun, IGNORING in the best way, but if you're really wanting to get in it without it all, wake up in the dead of the night and try.

I ADORE U SO MUCH MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ML

THAT'S BEFORE HYPNAGOGIA, hypnagogia is where even when you are numb or see colors, YOU'LL FEEL TRIPPY AND KINDA HIGH.

that's my experience yall, don't come for me,

like i feel being pushed pulled rolled and literally being done everyshit to me, i seriously understand the boredom part but trust me, this time? go and go, affirm and affirm no matter how much it takes, feel bored? imagine what will you say when you wake up and send me a success ask about how you entered and got in! good luck!

FOR REAL UGH, Y'ALL THAT'S LITERALLY IT.

IT IS ACTUALLY MANIFESTING CALLED REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY TECHNIQUE.

hate, negativity, fear, and whatnot is actually a very VERY big metaphor that helps people get their desires bc of how powerful it is once you KNOW how to use it, and no i don't mean go hate yourself, but since this anon KNOWS that whatever she says the opposite happens, it actually applies to her reality. i used to say "ugh i hate apple juice so much"

and then for some fucking reason i keep drinking it.

my mother wanted to go to med school so bad, but she kept saying "i fear engineering, i can go anywhere but never there."

guess who's there then? she PULLED this to her life instead of telling herself she's already in med school.

IQWUEGFYEWQ FIRST CONGRATS BBY, OK TO BE AWARE IN IT, you can either ask yourself thru the day "am i in the void?" so much to the point you'll ask yourself that when you're there, or just repeated "i always stay aware in the void" before sleep like a mantra and that can help a lot, BUT GOOD LUCK DARL I KNEW YOU CAN DO IT.

OMFG GIRL IF YOU STAYED A WHILE LONGER YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN THROWN IN THE VOID.

THAT WAS HYPNAGOGIA BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO WAKE UP FROM IT, i get the fear tho like it is TRIPPY as FUCKKKKKKKKK, BUT CONGRATS YOU WERE SO CLOSE MWAH.

oml you always are in the hypnagogia already-

when you're there, that's the point, throw every anxiety aside, you're literally one second away from everything, stop the "i can't" and flip it to "i can."

watch the thoughts like you're watching tv, at the end every thought will go away and leave a blank tv, there we go, that's the mind clearance, do that before entering, GOOD LUCK.

SYMPTOMS ARE NOT SIGNS MOST OF THE TIME, THEY R JUST YOUR BODY SENDING SIGNALS WHEN SOMETHING NEW IS HAPPENING, when you enter a pool, your body goes cold first, right? that's adapting, same with symptoms, continue as though you already have them bc having them or not having them have no meaning at all!

nah shifting time is in your hands, frustrations are a food to the belief that you need time to shift.

to shift, you have to THINK from your DRSELF, not AS your DRSELF, credits to someone on youtube i heard from, but either way, shifting is not by time, it's by decision, it's not about the method, not about the time, not about the duration, it's simply about you, ACCEPT YOU CAN SHIFT, acceptance is when even when you did not shift, the ability to wake up being like "nah i still shifted, that was fun." that's acceptance y'all, shifting is in your hands darl.

HI LOVE, it's not "reaching" it's just being aware when you reach it, bc every functional human gets it before sleep, and yeah you actually can feel your body bc hypnagogia is not the void!

sit somewhere, and just talk with yourself, why are you scared? what's holding you back? argue with it, tell it to leave, do whatever, but you are the one in control, you overthink it too much, shifting is just being and the void is just awareness, that's all my love.

because once you change yourself, reality will follow.

ITS OK ML, hell yeah you can manifest them with u! you can simply manifest them to be in your timeline as though everything was that way, good luck!

HI DARL, ok so that's actually such a good idea, BUT I CANNOT PROMISE IF I CAN AT THIS MOMENT, but i can promise you whenever i have the time to instantly make one, alr? GOOD LUCK,

hi doll! first of all, i hear you and i understand you, i know how it can feel.

but reality can NEVER fail you, once you decide, it has been decided already, this means changing EVERY thought of the exam, not just "oh i have xyz grade".

it means feeling and KNOWING what you answered was already correct and you know it is, you know you have it and you won't even have one ounce of anxiety, it's like you ordered something and laid back to watch it come to your doorsteps, NOT: didn't order it but i tell myself i have ordered it.

yk?

time does not dictate it, start FRESH and start new, throw all the victimization off, you can do it!

HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ALREADY A MASTER MANIFESTER WHY U LIMITING YOURSELF BBY.

there's this block in your path about it, THROW IT AWAY, and nah it's not ab ignoring or to "have faith".

actually stop giving a fuck and know you'll have it, get doubts, tell yourself "but i literally manifested xyz." omfg my hand hurts.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Lol no but like what if... glances down at pitch notecards... tosses them aside and pulls out the pepe silvia board.

Okay, so picture this: Buck's looking to date. It's going to be a rebound, but he's trying to convince himself it's not a rebound. Is he still baking? Sure. But that's just - that's just his thing now, okay? He bakes. And thinks about Tommy. But he's trying not to, so he's trying to date.

And at first, he seems to have this very sweet meet-cute with a girl. She seems nice. It feels like a chance encounter. They decide to go out on a date.

But wait.

The audience knows who that woman is.

It's the serial killer.

And it starts a few months earlier with Tommy.

Tommy fucking Kinard, kidnapped by this woman, somehow fumbling his way to his phone. And he doesn't call 9-1-1. Cell service is abysmal. No, he tries to text Buck.

Evan.

He tries to tell him sorry and that he loves Evan, only for the serial killer to catch him.

And.

Gets confused by why he tried to text this Evan guy instead of calling 9-1-1.

Tommy finds himself telling the story of his entire six-month romance with one Evan "Buck" Buckley, thinking this might be the last time he'll ever be able to talk about the man he loves.

And the love. The passion. The sweetness. The domesticity. The excitement. The yearning.

It captivates the serial killer.

So much so that.

The serial killer?

She wants that for her own.

She wants that story to be hers but with a happy ending.

She falls in love with the idea of the romcom that Tommy had with this Evan Buckley guy.

And what seems to be cutesy is flipped and you get a gender swapped You scenario - this woman stalking and forcing happy accidents so that she might get to her goal of dating Buck.

There's a comedy and a horror to this woman forcing all the stars to align for her; to take all the romance that Tommy had and try to reverse engineer it into this potential relationship with Evan. It's distorted in the framework of some Crazy Ex-Girlfriend delusion.

And while she's seemingly proud of what she's doing, well, something doesn't quite feel right to Evan. They seem to have so much in common. There seem to be all these beats that make him feel cared for by her.

But.

But something feels slightly off; like someone moved everything one inch to the left. And he's not sure why it's feeling like that. And he's not sure why half the time it just feels like something he would do with Tommy.

And Buck, despite himself, can't stop goddamn baking.

Things start to unravel at the seams. And the serial killer has to get Maddie out of the way after Maddie notices something suspicious, leaving Maddie with Tommy in her secret underground cage.

Tommy and Maddie, stuck together in the cage, get to talking. Tommy basically tells Maddie that he's been in the cage since he bubbled Evan - which had been a few months ago. A little before the girl Buck is currently dating, the serial killer, started pursuing Buck... with insider knowledge unknowingly at first by Tommy.

After Maddie and Tommy debrief each other, they devise a plan to get out of the cage.

Meanwhile, the perfect romcom cutesy homemade romantic dinner date that the serial killer is trying to have with Buck is not really going as planned. She's hitting all the right beats, goddammit, it's just Buck.

Buck is not playing his part right and it's messing up the fantasy.

He's sad. He's admitting that the dinner feels a lot like these dinners he had with his ex (dinners he had with Tommy, who the serial killer got the idea from in the first place). He apologizes and starts talking about how he's really not over his ex.

Also, his sister hasn't been messaging back and he's worried that she might have run away again; might be suffering a bout of depression. Or maybe he's just been too annoying lately and she's been purposefully ignoring his texts the last day or so.

And.

All of that.

Pisses the serial killer off.

Now it's a race against time as the serial killer, disillusioned with Buck, decides he should be her next victim - she already partially drugged him with the wine.

And there's a difference between Buck actively fighting off and running from this serial killer as the drugs kick in and the serial killer still seeing the romcom delusion with a slasher twist to it - similar to Harley Quinn's visions in The Suicide Squad.

Meanwhile, Tommy and Maddie are hearing the sounds of the dinner upstairs going awry and are quickly doing their best to break out of the cage they were in - and they do!

They burst out of the basement, surprising both Buck and the serial killer as Tommy tackles her and Maddie checks if Buck is okay since he is definitely drugged.

Maddie makes a crack about how she might be 9-1-1, but they should probably call the actual 9-1-1.

The serial killer is taken into custody and Tommy, Maddie, and Buck are all sent to get checked out.

At the hospital, Buck and Maddie talk about what happened. How Buck is stunned he didn't realize he was dating a serial killer. How Maddie put some pieces together because she recognized the screen on Tommy's phone at the serial killer's house - a picture of Buck and Tommy at Billy Boils' grave. Maddie has a little heart-to-heart with Evan about what she and Tommy talked about and suggests that maybe it would be okay to at least visit Tommy.

Buck is heading to visit Tommy in his room, but Tommy actually finds Buck first. Tommy makes a crack about being in the 118 wing. Tommy talks about getting kidnapped. Thinking he was going to die. Realizing he still had his phone on him, but only wanting to text Buck that he loved Buck and that he was sorry while he still had the chance.

Because he didn't think that he could make a call from the basement to 9-1-1 with the room seemingly being a cell service dead spot. And at least if he typed out that he loved Buck and that he was sorry, that might get to Buck if his cell phone got out of the room.

That was the bubbling.

But then the serial killer caught him in the act.

And in a depression sink, thinking that there was no way out and that he was going to die, he found himself answering her question to him - why text Evan if he could have tried calling 9-1-1?

Tommy apologizes profusely. He had never expected the woman would try to use that information to date Evan. He hates that he told her his story in such a way that she wanted to basically crawl into his metaphorical skin and play tourist in the relationship Tommy realized he regretted ending because he was too scared of it hurting him. And Tommy understands if Evan never wants to see him again, but he still loves Evan and wants to make it work.

Buck confesses that his relationship with the serial killer had always felt weird and with this information, he realizes it's because it was everything he wanted except the person he wanted it to be with - Tommy. That every time he wanted to text Tommy, he would bake, and god, Buck had been baking up a storm. He had baked so much he was giving away loaves. He was still baking. He had baked earlier that day.

Buck want this. And Tommy wants this. But they both understand how hurtful the last breakup was. They acknowledge where the problems might be. They decide to not only go by Buck's pace, but by Tommy's pace too. To try to be more open about how they feel. Try to make this work.

Because they love each other. And they were always going to find each other again in the end.

[brunolover808]

Homelander x reader ||Burnt Rubber ||

There was a sound disturbance reported multiple times. So Homelander was tasked with this to gain some points in popularity.

Just two years ago you were the world's greatest racer. The fact that you have world breaking records under your belt was nothing. Now you were just a memory in the racing world. Losing control on the race way and causing a pile up was somehow unforgiving. It is a common danger, but then they started to pull your records. Come to find out you had been arrested in your teen years for driving with no license. Sadly the company that was in full support of you dropped you in an instant.

Now...well now you are a no-body. Just someone who drives cars at a dealership to keep the oil flowing and making sure the tires are nice. Dead end, no excitement.

Till you found out there was street racing. Not entirely illegal, as long as you don't get caught. So for the past year you have been racing every Friday night at midnight. You pulled up in an old memento your ass of an old sponsor gave you. A Dodge Challenger, bright orange. A sore eye, but easy to keep an eye on if anyone wants to make sure you have been winning each race.

Tonight was no different, the only thing was the group of audiences seemed smaller. Odd, you approach one of the regulars asking what is going on. They don't recognize you besides one of the racers for the night. You were told that some of the people think the cops will show from how many cars have been out today. Not even phased you return your car waiting for them to call you forward to the ready line.

It took about 20 minutes before someone waved for your car to pull up to the line. Your tired move slowly as you and 7 others break in front of the line. Everything was going smoothly, the cars revving their engines as a sexy woman stepped in between the middle cars. She held a handkerchief looking at the cars. You were ready to punch the gas. You watched intently till something shook your car. Was it an earthquake, no it happened too fast.

Boom

Landing just about a car's length away from the line stood the man clad in stripes. Golden shinning hair and deep sucken blue eyes in the headlights.

"Now now, everyone, you are under arrest, I am here to arrest you all. Police-"

Before he could finish his sentence, that was likely made up on the spot, people ran for their cars and the racers were already reversing. You on the other hand were waiting, watching as Homelander shook his head and tried to calm everyone down. He even lasered a tire of one of the racers. His focus is on everyone, and not you. Easy out. Just like any race you punch the gas making your car hurl forward and drive past Homelander.

In that moment you might have not seen, but his head turned slowly to your car as it drove past him. Almost like a flash of light he recalled your face. That amazing face that used to be behind a helmet as you took sharp turns and nearly flipped your car. Homelander was a fan of your racing since it was so risky and aggressive when it came to anyone else winning. This was going to be fun for him.

Already the cops had shown up at the location where the race was supposed to start. You had left the blue and red lights behind you and now trying to out run something that wasn't a vehicle. The billowing cape streaking the sky as you try to weave between each car was on your tail. It was toying with you, he was toying with you. From what you have seen, he could go faster than that. Though he was just giving you enough space to use your skills to try and lose him.

In your career of racing you were able to easily gain speed. Now once you had the bustling city coming up, you were at a loss. You had to do something to be able to not end up in a crash, though maybe he would enjoy it. You were speaking to yourself as you did your best to think. Going down side roads would only slow you down and end up with possible casualties.

"Fuck it." You cursed under your breath.

With one jerk of the wheel and the emergency break pulled, your car turns sharply. The tired immediately screeched against the asphalt and the smell of traction burning off into the air. Even Homelander had to speed off to the side to avoid the smoke and strong smell.

Your wheel vibrating and trying to jerk out of your grip. You feel the car finally straightens out and you release the emergency brake so you can speed down an alleyway. Your speed slowing down so you can cut the corners close with just a few scratches to that orange paint. Though you had to slam on your brakes as the figure standing at the end of the alley would have left more than a scratch to your paint. You nearly got whiplash if it wasn't for having experienced such a stop before.

The quick hand reach for the reverse, but already Homelander was at your window knocking.

"Okay, get out before I have to rip your door off."

A cold chill ran down your spine as you took the gear and shifted it to park. You take your foot off the break and turn your car off before opening your door. He steps back as you slowly get out of the car, the door blocking him from you.

"I don't want any trouble, please let me-"

"I recognize you. You were the world's fastest racer. No one could compare to you, I am your biggest fan."

"O-oh... Well thank you. "

"No problem, it just means that they will get a kick out of you in jail." His hand grips the door pushing it to force you to step out of the way till the door is closed.

"Please sir, I can't go-"

"Call me Homelander- if you are going to be begging. "

You were left stunned as he approached you. You freeze in place as you tilt your head just a little to meet his eyes. Those blue eyes that look as though unamused and more intrigued. Like he was waiting for you to continue to beg or even kneel before him to kiss his shoes. Though instead you were getting worried.

"What do you want from me to get me out of jail?"

"What." He laughs before continuing. "There is no get out of jail card... But there are some services you can do to get out of jail. Let's say community service." He said before he put a hand on your shoulder.

"What? "

"Sorry, let me make this clear." He clears his throat with a smirk. "You can either go to jail or you can take the challenge of seeing how fast I can take you for a ride."

You had two clear choices. You either spend time behind bars or you spend time taking Homelander. Two evils, and you were always ready to take a risk.

[hmhas-00]

Ch.1

Hit Me Hard & Soft

word count - 1.7k words

A/N - Hi lovelies! I can’t wait for you to fall in love with Remy and Billie, and their ✨friendship✨

Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow! Starting next week, my posting schedule will be Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Please like and reblog! It means a lot! 🫶🏻

Remy's POV

My hand shot back as the hot, white-coated metal of the car door burned my fingertips.

“Motherfu-“ Immediately, my watery eyes landed on the yellow paper folded under the windshield wipers.

“You have to be kidding me right now.” Unfolding it, the paper revealed a dreaded parking ticket. Crumpling the paper into my back pocket, I swung open the door. Plopping onto the hot leather seat and ignoring the 3rd degree burns going into the backs of my thighs, my phone slid into the crack between the center console. As if on purpose, my phone began to ring nonstop. A huge sigh escaped my lips, while I started the engine to at least get some A/C. When the bluetooth connected to the car, I answered the call using the hands-free feature. Thank the gods for technology.

“Hey, Bills- Right now is not a-“ I groaned, fighting for my life to rescue my phone from the french fry abyss that it had fallen in.

“Remy! Where are you?” Billie exaggerated in a playful, but very loud voice. Maybe it was the stereo volume, though…

“I’m sorta in the middle of- HA! Got it!” I shrieked, putting the phone in the cupholder.

Billie whined, “I thought you were coming tonight. I don’t want to go alone! I’ve been really nervous and-“

Immediately, I realized I had promised my best friend I’d go the live recording of The Late Show With Steven Colbert. Mouthing expletives I yanked the stupid seatbelt, attempting to secure it multiple times.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m so sorry! I didn’t exactly forget. It’s just- I’ve had the shittiest day. I was humiliated at work today, got a parking ticket-“

“Oh, shit. Remy, hey- No, I’m sorry! Fuck, start from the beginning, what happened?” Billie worried, putting her disappointment aside. “Please, don’t worry about tonight, I’ll come over right after and we can talk more if you want?”

I hurried out of the parking space, not bothering to look before putting the car in reverse. “No, no! I’ll be on the way right now. It’s fine, it’s just been a crazy day. A lot at once. I’m on the way though!”

“You sure?” Billie cooed. “Are you sure you’re okay to be driving right now?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m good.” Tears brimmed my eyes. Not tears of sadness, but instead frustration. Everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong, and had been for at least a week. Still, I felt awful for forgetting about our plans. She’d been talking about how nervous she is about her first live performance since her new album, HMHAS, came out on Friday.

“Okay… Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had such a hard day today. Tell me everything.” She comforted me, always knowing what to say and how to say it.

I began to tell her all about my stressful day at work, and how my boss crossed several professional boundaries.

Earlier that day I presented my ideas to the potential new column writers for our magazine, while my chauvinist pig of a boss dismissed my efforts, and mansplained almost every point I made. After the board meeting I made the mistake of interrupting his debriefing with the rest of the team in his office and told him that I’d really like another chance to speak to the writers. “You were there because I allowed it. If you’d like another chance with those guys, consider wearing something worth their while.” He sneered and waved me out of his office. It brought me back to earth, making it evident that I am nothing but a secretary. As I opened the door to leave, he told me to go home for the day. I didn’t know if this meant I was fired, or if he was just sick of seeing my face. Regardless, it made me want to crawl into a hole and never go back.

“You realize he basically implied that unless you show some cleavage, no one will listen to you, right?” Billie protested, appalled at my story of the day. She had listened to countless rants about my job, never understanding why I stick around.

The truth is, this was my in! This is the environment I had studied so hard to be around and paid thousands of dollars for. Well, not quite. But it was my in. I believed I could make it through and work my way up to the top of the chain, hopefully enough to fire the assholes that run the magazine. Or at least be an editor.

“Anyway, so then I went out to my car and found the ticket after burning my hands, then burned my legs, then my phone fell under my seat, and here we are. Now, I’m going to drive off the PCH, if you don’t mind.”

“Not before I see you today. I’ll make it better…” she promised, knowing she always did. “…I’m not gonna say it.”

“Good”

“Quit already.”

“Billie…” I insisted.

“Okay, okay. Just saying. Don’t change. Keep being your bold self. Someone will appreciate it.”

“Thank you.”

“Someone at a different company because they don’t deserve you! They-“ she protested, starting her speech.

“Billie!” I whined. I honestly didn’t want to hear it. I just wanted to forget. “I’m pulling up right now, I’ll see you inside okay?”

“This isn’t over!” She shouted into the phone, still amped up.

I hung up and rolled the window down, showing my ID to the guard at the front gate. He smiled at me and nodded as the beautiful golden gates began to open inward into the giant property. I drove my car down the long road to Billie’s house and parked my car where I usually did. Security led me in and I was greeted with the warmest hug on planet earth.

Billie wrapped her arms around me, radiating with tenderness and comfort, amidst her own anxiety for what was to come tonight. “Are you ready for tonight?” My voice muffled into her dark hair.

She smelled sweet and when we pulled away I took in her shining face and very minimal makeup. Basically, just aquafor on her lips, clear mascara and brow gel, and a bit of concealer and powder where she thought she needed it. Although, she really didn’t need any. She had glasses on, and her outfit for the show, which she had thrifted herself.

“Mm, noo.” She shook her head and spoke in her silly voice. She ticked a bit, tilting her head to the side a few times. She had been ticking a lot lately, at least for the last few weeks leading up to the album release, the big album listening events, and now the Late Show.

I rubbed her temples and smiled, while she closed her eyes trying to focus. “You’re gonna be incredible. I can’t wait to hear you.” Her left eyebrow twitched a bit, then stopped.

“Let me fix my makeup. Is what I’m wearing okay?” I asked, walking towards the stairs.

“For me it is…but for your boss?” She joked, sorta.

“Billie!” I ran up the stairs, leaving her behind. “I’m raiding your closet!”

She followed and plopped on her bed, watching me walk through her giant bathroom, and into her giant walk-in closet.

I picked out something cute and put on a fashion show for her. She puckered her lips and raised her brows at me, showing her approval on the outfit. “You’re not supposed to look better than me at my own show, dude!” She shifted on the bed, placing one hand under her head, and fixing her baggy jeans.

“Shut up.” I laughed under my breath and plopped on the bed next to her. “Fuck, it’s been a day.”

She turned her head slightly to look at me. “You know I’m so proud of you, right? I want you to be happy. Whatever that means for you, I just want that.”

I nodded, knowing she just wants what’s best for me. We shared the same thought. “I love you.” I turned my body towards her, seeing her tick, rolling her eyes to the left a few times. “Enough about me. Tonight’s gonna be so fun, and you’re going to sound amazing, and then we can come back here and eat all the food.”

“Actually, I was gonna tell you, but your day was ruined by Danny Devito’s cousin.” Billie snorted. I smacked her tummy. “There’s this afterparty they’re throwing for Finneas and I, and I wanted you to come with me. But if you’re not in the mood, I’m totally down to just eat all the food with you here.”

“Nah, I’m down. It’ll be fun! I wanna forget about it all anyways.” I held out my fist and she bumped it with her hand.

“I’m not gonna drink at all so you can go crazy, go stupid.” She nodded.

“You never drink anyways.” I rolled my eyes.

Billie stared at me with her big, blues which were more of a gray hue at the moment. She seemed to have zoned out in thought. I slightly furrowed my brows and smiled at her. A few seconds later she opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by her phone ringing.

She put the phone to her ear. “Hey, whats up?”

I fidgeted with my top while she spoke on the phone, shaking the feeling that something was up. It might just be her nerves, but it also could be me overanalyzing and overthinking it. For weeks she’d been the most anxious and worried I had seen her in a while. This was the most vulnerable I ever heard her on an album, so I knew it was a relief when people adored it on release day. I worried about her a lot lately. Late nights, panic attacks, bad dreams, and lots of work planning out the upcoming tour… It wasn’t a shock knowing she barely slept.

“Everything okay?” I asked as she finished her call.

“They canceled today’s appearance for some reason, but they’ll probably reschedule it for next week. Now I get to be nervous longer.” She put a thumbs up in the air.

“It’s the universe. She wants us to sit here, watch movies, and eat all the food.” I sat up to change out of these clothes.

“Must be.” Billie hummed. She watched me take off my impromptu outfit, and threw some sweats and a shirt she had left on her bed from earlier. “I’ll order something.”

[thebirthofvenusfly]

i like thinking about the odile loop au primarily because I like odile. but also,

i like the thought of the eldest character going through so much, trying so hard to keep her calm over the loops because the others are looking up to her, depending on her sometimes cold but analytical and precise demeanor to understand what doesn't make sense and keep their heads on. i like thinking about her initially fascinated by the opportunity to study the loops, to ask more questions about Vaugarde because she has more time, to listen to her family's banter again and again, but then she beats the king with them and everything resets anyways.

she's confused. she hates being confused. she's trying to understand WHY, trying to study, trying to hyperanalyze every variable she's fucking up here, trying to make sense of it, trying not to detach entirely because she's seen siffrin's body crushed under boulders or mirabelle have mental breakdowns to tears and wailing or protect bonnie from the sadnesses that she hates to admit did get the better of her once or twice.

she's trying to survive but she's trying to understand it all so she can reverse engineer whatever the hell is happening, whatever force has left her here to fend for herself over and over. she's screwing up her loops because she's becoming desensitized, unable to have her witty remarks and humorous banter and ruffle bonnie's hair when they say something innocently funny, or even fake a smile anymore at their snack breaks. she's lashing out at the others when they question her because she's gone too quiet because she's thinking so hard about what she's doing wrong, what must she be doing wrong to continue being stuck here, like this.

she won't admit that she was lonely. she won't admit she didn't want to leave the party and return to Ka Bue after everything. the first few days of looping, she's still got half a mind to be concerned and trying to get to the bottom of this time fuckery, but part of her is... relieved? to hear all these stories and see her loved ones smile, and still learn something new about them, just because she has a little more time? but then she learns everything she can, then she's stuck, then she's terrified and won't admit she's terrified, and then she's convinced none of them could really understand what the hell is happening to her when SHE doesn't even understand despite how hard she's trying despite the logs and journals she's burning through to track every choice she's made and every thing that's happened as a result she's trying so hard, man

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Hey sweetheart, I have this idea about cop!Ellie and cop!reader I've never shared bc I'm so shy to ask, but if you are open to write about it here it is.(sorry if something doesn't make sense inglish is not my first lenguage)

Well Ellie and reader are work partners and they don't really like each other because Ellie is kinda mean?(she is the director btw) but there's a tension between them anyways. So they have a night shift together and on the way in the car the reader begins to flirt, like touching ellie's thigh, and she stops in a field and fucks the reader brains out<33

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This took forever but I hope I did your idea justice!

a/n: sorry I haven’t written anything in so long, life is crazy

Ellie x reader

Wc: 3k (roughly)

Minors dni 🔞 (I will jump through your screen and poke you in the eyes I stg)

CWs: police officer! Ellie and reader, play girl Ellie, fem reader, cop stuff idk, enemies to lovers (ish?), thigh riding, overstim, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms

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As a small town cop things rarely became dangerous, so on the rare occasion things did go awry no one was really prepared. You got a call about a car speeding through town at about 90 miles an hour. It quickly becomes a chase with Williams at the wheel. Before she even starts catching up to the car you both begin bickering on what roads to take to catch up and who can read the license plate better. The world becomes a blur as the car picks up speed, the roaring of the engine and the sound of the sirens make it hard to hear anything.

You attempt to shout over the noise, “Williams we might be able to catch them if we take-”

“Shutthefuckup I know what I’m doing!” She yells back even louder, more irritated because you dared tell her what to do. She didn’t even let you finish and she missed the turn that would have taken you ahead of the car to block their path.

“Williams we’re gonna lose ‘em.” You couldn’t convince her, you’re not sure anyone could have. The car takes a sudden turn and she misses it, she quickly reverses and turns down the dirt road only for the car to disappear from sight. She tries to make a few turns but it’s useless, these roads went in every direction with thick woods surrounding them. Even townies got lost in there.

She slows the car down eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the road and quietly mutters “Fuck.” under her breath.

“Maybe you should have listened to the directional advice from someone who was fucking born here instead of trying to do everything yourself.” You can’t help but notice you scolded her like a primary school teacher, but she makes it so hard when she acts like this.

“Please I don’t need a fucking ‘I told you so’ talk right now.” She huffs.

“I hope you know this is completely your fault, I can’t fucking believe-”

“I swear to god if you keep talking I’m going to kick you out of this goddamn car.” She turns and looks at you straight in the eye, challenging you. Her tone is eerily calm. You narrow your gaze but say nothing, turning to look straight ahead. And with that she drives you both back to the station, defeated with only half of the criminal's license plate.

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Patrol partners are supposed to be friends- Or at least friend-ly. That’s what anyone would assume, you have to spend every day together, not getting along would just result in various inconvenient miscommunications and misunderstandings.

Yeah, well you weren’t that lucky. Your patrol partner is Ellie Williams aka “Williams” according to her various male coworkers. Her female coworkers tended to lean more towards nicknames like “whore” or “slut” considering she hooked up with a couple of them and then acted like she barely knew them at work the next day and did it all over again. She had to start finding hookups outside the station last month because all her go-tos had refused her unless she wanted something serious. On top of that the few that she got with turned the rest of the girls against her, all she had left was you and all the guys at the station- and you didn’t really count since you were forced to be with her. This meant recently she was particularly irritable considering she couldn’t find a lot- if any- women to relieve any of her tension, so patrolling with her for the past 30 days has been hell.

On a more positive note it made gossiping with your coworkers over coffee the best part of your day. They would talk about their hookups which would inevitably lead back to shit talking Williams- which you would enthusiastically participate in considering how she treated you on the job. However they all agreed that they tolerated it for as long as they did because the sex was good. And you believed them because they had to put up with some crazy bullshit from her. A tiny part of you yearned for them to explain just how good it was, but you’d never ever give in to that curiosity.

Williams- on the rare occasion she would say anything- was mean, she would make snide comments all the time no matter what task you were taking on. She had some sort of superiority complex because she was- admittedly- very good at her job. She had transferred from some big city to your small town station and she had much more experience. She was incredibly skilled at taking people down when she needed to. However, compared to her old job, barely anything happens here. When something did happen she would insist on taking over the task almost every single time, the only thing she couldn’t trump you in was de-escalation. She was terrible at communication and that was most of the job. Calls would mostly be noise complaints or welfare checks, so you took the lead for those and it drove her crazy. She couldn’t stand being inferior to anyone, especially on the job. So you were squabbling constantly.

And for some reason tonight she was in a particularly bad mood. You’re stationed on the side of the road, keeping watch for anyone disobeying any road safety laws and Williams is silent. Not particularly unusual, but her body language was odd, she was weirdly tense. She sat fidgeting with her hands, picking at her cuticles, occasionally glancing up if she heard a car. Nothing in you wanted to show you cared at all for her, because you didn’t, but at this point you were so bored you didn’t care if you started one of your usual squabbles.

“Something wrong Williams?” You tentatively ask.

“ ‘m fine, just tired.” she says, still not glancing up.

“You seem offly tense for a tired person.” You try to push her a bit.

She finally looks up at you, her expression remaining neutral “Considering your observations, you really think now’s a good time to test me sweetheart?” God you hated when she called you that, she refused to refer to you by your last name, always resorting to some condescending nickname.

You roll your eyes, just as you were about to respond a staticky voice interrupts, asking for anyone available for a call about a noise complaint about two minutes away. Ellie picks up the walkie and calls in saying she could take it and starts the car.

You drive there in silence and to no one’s surprise it’s Mrs. Taylor. She frequently calls at night whenever she hears her teenage neighbors so much as talk loud enough for her to hear. And every time she would make you both walk over to them and ask them to quiet down.

This time though when you got out of the car you could hear muffled music coming from the neighbor’s all the way from Mrs. Taylor’s lawn. You walk up to her door, Williams following silently, and knock gently a couple of times. You hear soft shuffling, a lock clicking and then the door opens revealing the grumpy old woman’s tired face. She’s wearing a long dusty pink robe, striped pajama pants and ratty slippers, clearly she had been recently woken up by the noise.

“Hello Mrs. Taylor.” You smile politely.

“Hello dear.” She smiles back at you, but falters for a moment when she spots your partner, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She used to babysit all the kids in the neighborhood, you were always her favorite. She treated everyone else like they were some sort of pest, especially outsiders.

“Neighbors bothering you again?” You already knew the answer, but you felt the need to be polite.

“I can’t sleep with all that ruckus, rotten children they are. Too bad too, they used to be the sweetest when they were little.” She shook her head.

“Alright we’ll get it all sorted out, you can go back to bed.” You nod your head.

The old woman smiles before reaching forward and pinching your cheek while saying “You’re so good to me dear. Come over for dinner some time so I can make it up to you.”

“Just doing my job ma'am.” You reassure her.

“Well, goodnight. Call me tomorrow morning and we’ll sort something out.” She begins shuffling backwards, and grabs the door handle.

“Good night Mrs. Taylor.” You wave at her and she closes the door.

“God you’re unbelievable.” Ellie scoffs from behind you.

“What?” you turn around to face her.

“Would it kill you to be nice to me like that once in a while?” For the life of you you could not figure out where this was coming from.

“You have to earn it.” You retort, while beginning to walk to the neighbors house. Ellie just huffs and jogs a bit to catch up to you, god forbid you get ahead of her in any way.

You make your way to the house, the bass rattling your teeth by the time you're on the front stoop. Ellie takes her usual spot behind you and you knock loudly, bashing your fist against the door. Hopefully someone hears so you don’t have to make a scene, they weren’t bad kids. Sure enough the music turns off and the door opens slowly revealing a set of scared, round eyes.

“Hey Kelly.” You knew her well from the past complaints, she was pretty polite especially for a teenager. The poor girl was practically shaking. “You probably know why we’re here.” She nods slowly. “Ok, so just do us a favor and turn your music down so we don’t get another call from Mrs. Taylor alright?” you say gently, knowing when you’re in uniform everything about you was intimidating enough without you having to yell.

“Th-that’s it?” She asks, her whole body shaking with adrenaline at this point.

“Yup, just make sure this doesn’t happen again. Shouldn’t have the volume that high anyway, it’s bad for your hearing.” You smile, “Probably don’t want to go deaf by the time you’re 20.”

Kelly just nods again “O-ok thank you. We’ll keep it down, promise.”

“Alright have a good night, stay out of trouble.” You turn away and Ellie does the same.

The walk back to the car is silent except for the steady hum of cicadas. You’re about to put your seatbelt on when Ellie says “So what do I have to do?”

You pause your movements, “What?”

“What do I have to do to earn it?” When you still look confused she elaborates “You being nice to me. What do I have to do to earn that?”

“I don’t know. With the way you treat me it’s almost like you enjoy me being mean to you.” You let out a dry laugh.

She slowly leans towards you, “Oh, I do.” She says, her tone changing completely, her voice becomes raspy and deep, almost like a whisper and a smirk tugs at her lips. “I love making you mad, but something tells me you’re even more delightful when you’re all sweet like that.”

“Williams what-” She leans even closer, inches away from your face and suddenly you forgot everything that wasn’t Ellie. You couldn’t utter a word if you tried.

“Tell me.” Her eyes flicker from yours to your lips. “What.” Her lips are so close you can almost feel her words. “To do.” You let out a sigh and give in, abandoning all logic you press your lips against hers. She stiffens but then her hands automatically move to cup your jaw so she can deepen the kiss. Her tongue swipes across your lips, inviting them to open. You can’t really move, unable to completely process what’s happening. She’s so warm and soft and everything you didn’t expect.

She starts making her way down to your neck, exploring your reactions as she kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin. A small whimper escapes from your lips, and Ellie is sure she’s never heard something more intoxicating.

“Williams-” She finds a particular spot behind your ear that causes you to let out a quiet moan, making you forget how to speak for a moment.

“W-we can’t do this here, you know that.” She stops and moves her head to meet your gaze.

“You’re right, we should probably find someplace where we don’t run the risk of teenagers or Mrs. Taylor finding us.” That wasn’t what you meant but it was probably the first time she had ever agreed with you the entire time you’ve been partners.

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She pulls off the road into a field and as soon as she parks she immediately starts where she left off. Somehow she knew exactly how to reduce you to a whimpering mess in mere moments. In between kisses she whispers “Take off your belt.” Her tone was so sure and dominant it sent a wave of arousal straight to your center. You do as she says, you forgot you had put on your utility belt for the call, but she clearly took note. You try not to move too much as she continues marking up your skin. She stops again, “Now get in the back.” She doesn’t wait for your response before taking her own utility belt off, leaving it in the front seat and opening her door. It was a little more work in a patrol car considering there were bars separating the front and backseat, but at this point neither of you cared much.

Ellie is first to sit down in the back and shut the door behind her, you do the same and crawl over to straddle her lap. “You feelin a little eager, sweetheart?” She looks at you with that obnoxious smirk on her face, but this time it didn’t annoy you as much as it usually did. You kiss the grin off her face before moving to her neck, listening to her little sighs and moans as you press your lips to her soft skin. The noises she’s making send arousal straight to your aching center and you begin to grind down on her lap, desperate for some kind of relief. She starts taking off your belt with trembling, eager fingers and throws it off to the side. You reach for hers as she untucks your shirt and begins unbuttoning it as quickly as she could, leaving you in your tank top. Your lips meet hers and the kisses grow hungrier by the second, each of you becoming more and more eager to undress the other.

As you begin to unfasten Ellie’s shirt she sighs in frustration, “Jesus christ all these fucking layers are driving me crazy.”

You laugh and say in between kisses, “Gotta make you work for it Williams.” With that she rips off your tank top, and immediately begins groping your breasts over your bra. You moan into her mouth and begin to grind down onto her even harder. Ellie notices and spreads her legs a bit, moving your leg in between hers so you were straddling her thigh. Relief rushes through you as you lower down onto her muscular thigh and begin moving your hips back and forth. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra leaving your top half bare for her. She can’t resist breaking the kiss to move her focus to your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth with a satisfied hum. A soft whine escapes your lips as her warm tongue circles your sensitive nipples. Her hands have a steady hold on your hips, encouraging you to move against her thigh, harder and faster. Yours have found a home in her hair, tugging harder and harder as your pleasure builds on itself causing Ellie to groan as arousal begins to pool in her boxers.

“Get up.” Ellie commands in a hoarse whisper that sends butterflies straight to your cunt. You climb off her and lean against the car door. The sight of you in the dim moonlight, topless with spread legs and unzipped pants, a fucked out expression on your face almost has Ellie coming right then and there. She unties your shoes and gently removes them, before grabbing the hem of your pants and tugging them down in one swift motion. She crawls between your legs and wraps her arms around each of your thighs, gently kissing a path to your dripping cunt. A wet spot had formed on your panties causing your face to become hot from embarrassment, but Ellie seemed to have a different reaction “God you’re so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.” She begins teasing you over the fabric of your underwear, running her fingers up and down your slit. A whimper escapes your lips as a silent plea for more, but she continues teasing. She finally pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side and takes a moment before gently blowing on your soaked folds.

“Please-” you manage to whimper as the cool air from Ellie’s lips hits your warm center sending a pleasurable shock through you. You would expect for her to make you beg for it, but she immediately obliged, licking a line from your dripping entrance to your clit. You gasp and grip on to her hair, searching for anything to hold on to as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. Ellie groans at the feeling as she begins gently licking at your clit, teasing you. The sound sends vibrations through your lower body and you moan at the feeling, now losing any control you had over the volume of your voice. She begins moving her tongue in circles over your sensitive bud as she teases your entrance with a slender finger. You let out the loudest moan yet, encouraging Ellie to plunge her finger further inside you. It slides in easily, arousal practically coating your thighs at this point. Suddenly she hits the spot causing a desperate whiny “Oh fuck,” To escape from your swollen lips as you clench lightly around her finger. She adds a second, the feeling of her two fingers causes a satisfying amount of pressure to fill your cunt. She hits a spot that you swear sends white light through your closed eyes and keeps hitting it with every rough, slow thrust of her fingers. Your hips begin to move, trying to get her to fuck you harder but she only pins your down by your waist with her free hand forcing you to endure her painful pace. “Ellie,” you whine, “please- I-“ you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What do you need sweetheart?” She pauses briefly to look at your fucked out expression and your arousal has dropped all the down her chin. The very sight almost does you in.

“Please,” you beg her in hopes she’ll spare you the humiliation of asking her.

“Mm mm,” she lightly shakes her head “words baby.” That was a much better nickname, the way she said baby made your cunt flutter around her fingers

“P-please-” you sigh before finishing “-fuck me harder pleasee.” You think that’s probably the most pathetic you’ll ever sound but Ellie obeys. She sucks your puffy clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hypersensitive nub before moving her fingers faster. She picks up speed until you can’t think about anything but Ellie’s mouth and fingers. The pace was practically inhuman, you tilt your head back as a silent scream rips it’s way through you before you moan “fffuuckk,” in a high pitched tone. She continues moving her hands rapidly in and out of you curling them at just the right angle. You begin to flutter around her fingers and she knew you were close.

“Almost there baby?” All you can do in response in moan, she has you practically incapacitated. She giggled a little “Good, come for me.” As her words reached your ears your pleasure finally hit it’s peak. You begin writing against Ellie’s fingers as you roughly clench down on them. Your pleasure rips through you in overwhelming waves, moans uncontrollably leaving your lips as Ellie’s fingers continue their brutal pace. She doesn’t let up though, she keeps going as your clit grows more and more sensitive. You tug at her hair but she doesn’t move, she continues as your hips begin bucking against her arm that was pinning you down.

“Ellie it’s too much I can’t-”

“You can take one more can’t you sweetheart?” She asks sweetly as she fucks your sensitive hole with no mercy. You just nod and she continues sucking and licking at your clit, occasionally moaning which only enhanced the overwhelming pleasure. This time you were more tightly wound up and faster. It didn’t take long before you approached the edge again, the feeling twice as intense. You almost worry as it begins to build and build, just as you thought you had reached your peak it kept going. You finally topple over the edge as Ellie’s teeth lightly graze your clit, the feeling sending you into overdrive. You tugs Ellie’s hair harder than you ever had before as you make a mess all over the seats and Ellie’s mouth and fingers. She laps it all up contently, actually backing down when you pushed her away this time. She leans back into her knees and tries to catch her breath.

A smirk grows on your face as you begin leaning towards her, “it’s your turn.”

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Idrk how I feel about this but at least I finished it 😀👍

Reblogs and notes are always appreciated and encouraged 💕‼️

Hopefully I will start updating more but I can’t really promise anything lmao

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

The Beacon Witch - Pt.5

-Y/n moves to Beacon Hills to stay with her Guardian Deaton and finds love in the shape of a wolf- Reader x Derek Hale-

“Look, we have to go, she’s already showing signs of power imbalance. It’s time to unlock her gift so she can at least have a chance at being what she was born to be. It would be in your best interest to come. There are a lot of things in the world that want to hurt her kind, once people figure out just how powerful she will be, it will only get worse. She will hate me for a few days, but as her mate, you need to be there.” 

Lydia threw her stuff into the back of your uncles truck with a thump. Turns out she wouldn’t be letting you go this road trip alone. You don’t know how or when it had happened, the new girl.. you, becoming best friends with one Lydia Martin, but you couldn’t be more grateful. After you had poured your heart out to her, she realised she had to be there for you. So yup, there you both were, standing in the scorching heat waiting for Deats to close up shop and get on the road. 

After explaining what had happened with your magic while Deaton helped patch Scott up, he decided it was getting too risky not to teach you about your powers. Beacon Hills wasn’t the safest place to learn, especially with Gerard and his goons around, apparently you needed to go to a few sacred places anyway. 

You weren’t sure what you were truly going to endure in the next few days, you didn’t feel overly confident when Deaton stumbled out of the clinic with arms full of all sorts of papers, books and weird looking viles filled with… you didn’t want to know. He was slowly loading everything into his jeep, every now and again looking over his shoulder for god knows what. 

“If I stand out in this heat any longer you’ll have to learn a witchy spell just to bring me back to life.” You chuckled but agreed with your drama queen of a bestie, fanning yourself as beads of sweat trickled down your cleavage. You were about to usher Deaton along when you heard a familiar roar of an engine. In slow motion you turned to watch the sleek black car come down the street right for you. You had to be fucking kidding me. You looked at you uncle incredulously. Lydia shook her head and pulled her sunglasses down slightly, noting another car that followed.

“Turns out, there’s something I need to get on the way to our destination, it’s going to be a long trip and its too dangerous for you to come with me to get what I need. I know you’re pissed right now, but it’s in your best interest.” With that, Deaton placed your luggage on the floor and hopped in his car like nothing was wrong. Had he hit his bloody head? Was he deluded. “I promise kids, you’ll be in safe hands.” You glared after the jeep as he reversed and sped off before you could protest. 

Your stomach was tied in knots, you weren’t ready to see Derek, it had only been a few days since the ice rink incident. Not to mention, the car behind him was packed full of well… his guard dogs. Even from a distance you could see Ericas smug grin. You felt sick. The girl had no reason to dislike you, for one your hardly knew her.

“Okay, I don’t care what happens, promise me you will not leave me in a car alone with Derek fucking Hale.” You had grabbed Lydias hand, shaking slightly. Lydia crossed her heart with her neatly manicured finger. 

“Hope to die Y/N/N.” You sighed, pulling your sunglasses down over your worried eyes. 

“I wouldn’t hope for that Lyd, not in our case.” You folded your arms across your chest in a huff. Who cares if now was the time you wanted to act like a stroppy teen, the whole situation was a joke. 

The cars rolled up, dry earth in clouds of smoke hovered around your bare legs. Shorts and t-shirt was normally a no go for you but today was an exception, exceptionally fucking hot. You noticed Derek was alone in his car, which surprised you, you half expected to see a newly barbied Erica clinging to his arm like a lost puppy. Your inner most thoughts made you giggle which didn’t go unnoticed by Lydia. 

Derek gracefully got out of his car, honestly, what a beauty. The car you mean.. well okay, Derek too. Even in the heat he still donned his usual jeans but no leather jacket, instead tight fitting black henley that truly showed off his godly physique, you weren’t complaining really, if anything you were trying not to drool. But then images of the other night flashed back and you cringed.

“Y/N, get in the car, Lydia.. I didn’t know you were coming, you’ll ride with Erica and Boyd, Issac will come with us.” You were about to protest but you were cut off by a slight growl. You raised an eyebrow. It was too hot to argue. You were just grateful Erica wouldn’t be with you. 

“Lydia I told you not to say hope to die” you chewed your lip in worry.

“Charming.” Lydia popped her gum and grabbed her bag, not before hugging you and quietly reassuring you everything would be okay. Your bag had already been thrown in the boot by Issac who had swiftly made his way over to you. 

“Hey Y/N, your tattoos are cool..”Issac was trying to make small talk and gestured to the large tattoo that ran from your thigh up your shorts and stopped at your hip. 

Derek stood with his arms folded across his chest, his knuckles white from how hard he was clenching his fists and a dark eyebrow raised toward the brown curly-haired boy.

“Lahey, do yourself a favour, if you want to keep your eyes in your head, don’t look at her legs again.” Issacs neck turned red and it crept up to his cheeks, he stuttered an apology and quickly made his way into the backseat of the car. 

“Wow Derek Hale the jealous type, learn something new everyday.” You ignored him and brushed passed him, your skin brushing against his which sent almost a visible shock between your bodies. God, it was going to be a long drive. 

You weren’t wrong, only a couple of hours in and you were getting bored, restless, turned on? Sitting next to your mate proved to be harder than you thought. You couldn’t deny there was a huge connection between the two of you. It radiated of the both of you, so much so you could see it affecting Issacs aura, even though he was in the back seats. You decided to break the silence. 

“So, where are we going?” Issac sat forward. Derek relaxed a little in his seat. 

“New Orleans.” You almost choked. New Orleans was at least a two day drive… “Were stopping at a motel half way, don’t panic.” It was as if he could sense your worry. 

“Oh i’m not worried, I have you and Issac for company, yippee.” You rolled your eyes and kicked your converse clad feet up onto the dash of the car. Derek looked at you out of the corner of his eye, you shrugged and Issac snickered in the back. Yup.. a long drive. 

-hours later- 

“Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning withhhhhh G.” Issac wasn’t actually as bad as you thought, you’d had to give the guy credit, he was pretty funny. 

Derek didn’t seem to mind the interaction as much now the journey had gotten on a bit, he did however keep trying to cover your legs with your abandoned hoodie that lay strewn on the back seats and glanced every so often at Issac to make sure he wasn’t looking, which was completely ridiculous. 

“Grass.” 

“Gate.”

“Oh oh.. Gas station!” You cheered when he got it right. You’d seen the sign for it a way back. You looked at Derek who had his attention dead set on the road, however, the tilt of his lip in the shape of a smile didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Hey, Der, can we stop, i’m hungry and I need to pee.” Initially you hadn’t realised the accidental nick name, it just came out naturally. Issac was looking between you both now, a smirk on his face, you flicked his head. Something about Issac led you to believe you’d become good friends. Derek cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, we need gas anyway.” You could tell it had rattled him a little bit, hell, it’s not like you were expecting it either. 

The car pulled to a stop, the black jeep behind you following in closely. Issac was out of the car in a flash. Then there were two. You don’t know what came over you. 

“You know, i’m sorry I’m your mate. A couple of months ago, I didn’t even know I was a Witch let alone the supernatural existed, I know you asked Stiles and Scott not to tell me.. I’m sorry you didn’t get someone better suited to. whatever this life is…” You were used to being pretty down on yourself, but you couldn’t comprehend how the universe had paired you, someone so damaged with a tough background and no sense of confidence with someone like Derek Hale, an Alpha for christ sakes. He’d got a pretty rough deal. 

You were about to get out, the silence in the air becoming increasingly awkward. The door on your side was pulled shut again as Derek reached over you. You were hyper aware of the fact that Dereks face was inches away from yours, moving would surely cause your lips to touch, the thought crossed your mind for a nano second. 

“I’m not, i’m not sorry, I told you, I get what I want Y/N and you’re exactly what I want. So don’t ever think that. I knew from the moment I saw you that day in the parking lot that you were my mate, I just never thought I’d find mine, I was scared, i’ve seen what can happen to people when they loose their mate, my biggest worry is you getting hurt.” 

Derek Hale had a soft side? Apparently he did when it came to you. You grabbed his hand and smiled, grateful for his insight. 

“Thank you, for telling me how you feel…” You were interrupted when Lydia knocked on the car window, making you jump out of your skin and Dereks hold on your hand tighten. 

“Come on Y/N, I’m not peeing in this shithole alone.” You chuckled, Derek grinned. You didn’t realise how cold it had gotten on your travels. You shivered when the frigid air hit your skin, it definitely wasn’t Beacon Hills anymore and your shorts and t-shirt didn’t cut it. You were heading to the back to grab your jumper when a wad of something was thrown at you. You caught it instinctively, just in front of your face. You couldn’t help but breath it in, the smell, it was incredible. Derek smirked from a few steps away, watching you sniff his jumper. 

“Are you gonna stand there and sniff it, or are you going to put it on.” 

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“He’s tagged me again Lydia, is he normally this weird, what do we actually know about this guy?” You switched the tap off and grabbed some paper towels. Your phone had dinged again with another notification. Matt.. he’d tagged you in another photo on his so called ‘year book’ page, you hadn’t even seen him take it. 

Walking outside you pocketed your phone, you needed some snacks before you could get back into the car. You could see everyone in the gas station, laughing at something Isacc had said. In that moment Derek looked pretty care free, it was a nice change. 

“I don’t know Y/N/N, all I know is that guy has a weird obsession with you, me and Allison noticed it as soon as you moved here, stay away from Matt, he seems.. off.” 

Two bags of skittles, a red bull and some potato chips later and you were off, Dereks hoodie still wrapped around you. He was quiet, but then you put it down to him being Derek, until he turned around. 

“So who’s Matt?” 

[the-awakened-insomnis]

1st post of 2025 and it's Blitzbee. Fuckitweball

Left to Right, giving lore for everyone as this is AU is a giant cauldron from other iterations into one. There is crack, and there is plot.

Bumblebee: Is considered a hyrbid by Cybatronian standards and looked down for it. He alongside his twin/sparkbrother Cliffjumper, emerged to two creators. Bee taking after his Insecticon carrier whilst Cliff took after their Grounder sire. As a hybrid, it's hard to say where the Insecticon genes start and the Grounder genes end. He doesn't use his Alt-mode often. Like Cliff and their sire, Bee has a grounder engine and is incredibly fast, this along with his small size and agility gives him the edge on the racetrack and the battlefield.

He suffers from being the youngest and 'little guy' despite being a grown ass mech who swears like a sailor. The war was his childhood and he blames both Megatron & Optimus for it. He doesn't know how to give his kids a life he himself never lived. He has Blitzwing by his side but that only eases so much of his worries.

1 of his favorite hobbies is dancing on Sentinal Primes' last reserved nerve. He isn't afraid to get in his superiors faces and call them out on their bullshit.

Blitzwing: Was once an Overcharge serving a Quintesson, later leaving to join the Decepticons. After the Great War, he was rebuilt to be a Triple-Changer by Blackarachnia under Megatrons orders to better serve his cause. This left Blitzwing utterly scrambled mentally, his being torn into 3 distinct parts with little to no chance of reversing it. Blitz battled with himself on and off the battlefield, he suffered in the background and reveled in the carnage. He finds broken normalcy in the form of Bumblebee and their violent tango. The rest is history, but one he finds himself willing to relive.

Now he finds himself with a fear not even Unicron could instill in him. To protect something so precious not even Primus could replicate it. It's too much and everything all at the same time.

Osmia: The oldest and twin/spark-brother to Tataira. Certified Florida Man & twink. Named after the Osmia Calamintha Bee, his blue armor coloring which he inherited from Bees' dead sire. He's got an icy arrogance to him with a smart-ass mouth. More analytical & calculating than emotional but is a drama king deep down. Likes to challenge Optimus in riddles and hypothetical debates. Would live in the archives if he could. Not a huge people person and like his privacy.

Prefers Spring and Fall respectively but enjoys using his jets to 'skate' in Winter. The first to leave if shit goes sideways, he picks his battles. He can't stand being wrong or being kept in the dark, not knowing is dangerous. And he'll do anything for a tactical edge over any and everyone. He can't stand Sentinal and likes poking holes in his logic.

Tataira: Middle child and twin/spark-brother to Osmia. Arsonist & Semi-Professional Gaslighter. Named after the Oxytrigona Tataira Fire Bee. Equally hot tempered & passionate, quick to rain down fire and dare you to do something about it. Protective over what's dear to him & has no shame with expressing his emotions. Clashes with his brother constantly and is usually the one who has to check his ass. Loves Winter & Fall but fucking hates summer.

Has actually shot at Wasp with murderous intent and was pissed he missed. Spits fire at anyone he doesn't like, which was half of team prime when he was younger.

Riosa: The youngest by 5 years and Triple-Changer. A Jinx kin & a cannibal by choice. Named after the Giant Cliff Honeybee AKA Apis Laboriosa. The first one to throw morals out the window in the name of survival. Absolutely loves Earth and considers it home over Cybertron. Unpredictable and reckless, both with her emotions & actions. Always questioning authority and rebellious. While she can be sweet, there's something off with it. Is very chatty and enjoys fun conversation, she likes Jazz the most. Knows she's fucked up and she's sorta working on it.

Her venom can intoxicate someone, which can be fun at parties, sometimes. Can have pretty bad episodes and self-medicates by ingesting her own venom. Listening to music keeps her calm for the most part. Enjoys racing in either of her alt-modes.

BlitzBee Love(?) Story: Bee and Blitzwing didn't know each other on Cybertron. They only met on Earth in battle, exchanging blows and outta pocket insults. If they weren't trying to kill each other they were hate-fuckin. The war had taken any sort of normalcy they could've hoped for; this was the closest to normal for them in the worst way. Neither had anything to lose, not even each other, Blitzwing ripped out Bees' vox and Bumblebee turning Blitzs' chest into Swiss cheese 2 seconds later.

This fucked up little routine would soon come to bite them in the aft...

Bumblebee woke up one morning to carrier protocols on his screen & processor. He left the base to wander in hopes of clearing his head but that proved to do the opposite. He didn't have the option to terminate, Energon is scarce, he's been waiting on Earth this whole time so he's alone. The dread of what Optimus and others would say or do to him and the sparkling sends him spiraling. On pure accident he runs into Blitzwing, the tension is thick and obvious. If Bumblebee got carrier protocols, then there's no doubt Blitzwing has sire protocols.

Bumblebee tears into Blitzwing, even without a vox he gets his point across. The reveal that there's a sparkling on the way isn't pretty, Bee is crying by the end of it, and he falls to the ground hugging himself. Blitzwing sits beside him, clearly not knowing what to do, the new protocols refusing to let the bots offline the other.

Now they have to navigate the inevitable and try not to die along the way.

"Do you think they'll be a Triple-Changer?"

"I hope not..."

[stormandforge]

Raw reactions to X-Force #10

As rushed and busy as expected, but honestly a very good issue that gives us as many answers at it can.

Spoilers!

Let's get it out the way: Tank is actually Colossus and no one is surprised. And there's not enough time to explain the why or how. Grrr. I would have enjoyed him as an official member of the team.

Main spoiler number 2: Nori lives! Once again, not surprised, her return was seeded. And she's a combinate electromagnetic and extradimensional energy thingy now, which is pretty much a gift handed down to future writers.

I expected (wanted) this issue to be Forge-heavy, because it's the conclusion of the arc that he started. But Thorne gives everyone a chance to shine instead. I'm a bit sad, but objectively it's the best thing he could do.

Framing this issue within Xavier's and Magneto's dreams raises the stakes, makes it feel like an important part of the X-Men's history. Nice.

Kestrel darling? The proverbs are getting annoying.

Yay Warren/Betsy reference! Ah, we were all so young and innocent back then.

Hehehehehehe Rampage chomping on Cyclops.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH ANGEL GOT SQUISHED LIKE A BUG. 10/10 on comedy timing.

''Someone I know was reverse-engineering them''. Sage and her Rolodex, I swear.

Moses Magnum! I didn't expect him, this is a cool reveal.

The Forge betrayal moment was going to be a cliffhanger, wasn't it? Leaving me to bite my nails and defend him against idiots on the internet calling him a villain? Sigh. Still a very good moment though, with good tension.

All rise for the Ceremonial Removal of the Headband.

This is The Forge Name-Calling Competition! With your hosts, Sage and Captain Britain!

My boy tinkering 💙

Awww, the jet! Defying expectations of what jets do by going underground! Fucking hell, here I am, feeling nostalgic about the bloody jet...

Zanda's appearance feels gratuitous, because there's not enough time to explain. She's just here all of a sudden.

Betsy Sailor Moon moment 🤩 I used to be indifferent to Betsy. Now I have affection for her. I blame Geoff Thorne.

Oh Sage, my favourite exposition device. My favourite narrator, too. My favourite everything.

''You could have said one thing. To me, at least.'' I'm reading this as recognition that Sage and Forge had a special relationship within this team, and that she's a bit hurt by his behaviour. I will accept no argument to the contrary.

Forge, my dude. I know you get a little thrill out of beautiful women shouting abuse at you, but seriously, JUST TELL SAGE WHATS GOING ON WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A DICK.

''Machines don't argue''? Oh wow, that's next level. Forge has always been a bastard, but he's usually a sneaky and repentant bastard, who uses people like pawns behind their backs and feels bad about it afterwards. Here he's openly despicable and God, I'm so turned on. I'm going to fix him with so much fanfic, prepare your loins.

I TOLD YOU he didn't plan Nori's death. He's not a monster. He's just a bastard. A very sexy bastard. Who needs to be punished. *growls*

Oh. Wait, that's it? They decide they've had enough of Forge's nonsense and they all go home? The ending was always going to be abrupt, but...wow.

Ohhhh I hate that there's no resolution to the tension between Sage and Forge (Betsy and Forge, too). That's what feels most unfinished to me. Let them have a proper shouting match or something, and clear the air. I really hope that's what the X-Force scene in the Hellfire Vigil is going to be, because my brain needs this resolution. With my luck it'll be 2 pages about Tank though, because Marvel reaaaaally wanted us to care about that, didn't they?

And that's the end. What a ride! I had a blast with these posts. Not that I'm done talking about this X-Force - I'll probably have more to say once GT's annotations are out and the dust has settled.

[duhragonball]

Diamond is Unbreakable Liveblog: JJBA ch.294-302

I mean, you could read more under the cut, but this one panel pretty much sums it up.

This is the Yukako Yamagishi arc, and it thankfully reverses the trend of weak villains in Part 4. Ironically, Yukako isn't exactly a villain per se, but she's so effective in the role that she runs rings around some of the actual villains in this Part.

For example, Hazamada started off as a spooky-looking dude, then got more and more pathetic until he finally got his ass kicked. Technically, I'd say he got his ass kicked twice, because those motorcycle dudes beat him up, then Josuke beat up his Stand, which should mean all the damage got transferred to Hazamada, on top of the in-person beating he received.

The one notable thing about Hazamada is that he's the guy who first introduces the rule about "Stand Users Attracting Other Stand Users". This isn't something he came up with himself. Jotaro and Josuke questioned him in the hospital to find out what he knows about the "Electricity Guy" who killed Keicho and stole the bow and arrow, but Hazamada knows very little about him. If he did know anything useful, "Electricity Guy" would have killed him.

So apparently, "Electricity Guy" is the one who told Hazamada that Stand Users are bound by fate to meet other Stand Users. For all we know, someone else told "Electricity Guy" this pearl of wisdom, or he figured it out himself. But this is why he wanted Jotaro to leave town, because there's already a lot of Stand Users in Morioh, and sooner or later they're all going to find each other. "Electricity Guy" doesn't want to be found, at least not until he's ready for a confrontation.

Anyway, this notion of Stand Users being inexorably drawn to one another is a major theme in JoJo from Part 4 onward. It also explains how Dio found all those henchmen for Part 3, and how Joseph Joestar and Avdol linked up. When you think about it, Dio probably would have been better off not having a Stand, since he wanted to keep a low profile, but he probably couldn't resist the lure of greater power.

But I'd say Part 4 is the one where everything depends on this rule. Most of the antagonists in Part 4 are just people who got Stands and want to do as they please, only to run afoul of the good guys. Some, like Tamami Kobayashi, get drunk with power, then immediately turn good once someone like Koichi defeats them in battle. The ones who can behave start to bond as a community, and the ones that won't behave get turned into rocks and books and corpses. And Yukako is very exemplary of the Part 4 story engine.

So she enters the story by meeting up with Koichi at a cafe. Koichi genuinely doesn't understand what she wants, and figures it must have something to do with schoolwork or she wants a loan, or something like that. When she confesses her romantic attraction to him, he's gobsmacked, and can't believe it. At first he thinks this is great, but when she asks him if he likes her, he can't give her an answer because it's too much too soon. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know her that well, and now she's dropping all of this in his lap.

And Yukako is too impatient to wait for him to catch up. She wants him to love her back right the hell now. Yukako starts freaking the fuck out, then she suddenly calms down and apologizes...

...Then she asks him to see her again. Koichi doesn't know what to think, and neither do Josuke and Okayasu, who have been watching this scene play out nearby. Then Koichi finds tons of hair in his beverage, and Josuke wonders if Yukako might be a Stand User herself. She's attracted to Koichi romantically, but she might also be attracted to him literally, by the fate that binds Stand Users together.

Later, she stops by to see Koichi while he's cleaning the chemistry lab. She apologizes for her past behavior and asks if they can be friends, then she reveals she knitted him an entire sweater last night and made him lunch. Koichi is horrified, because she's still into him, and he doesn't know what to do. If he plays along, she'll get even more attached to him, and if he refuses her advances she'll flip her shit again.

Fortunately, the class president comes in to help Koichi clean, and this gives him a way out. Yukako stares holes in whatsername, but she responds in a mature and rational way.

Ha ha! Just kidding, she sets her hair on fire. I'm not clear on how she did this, but Yukako's Stand has to do with her hair, and I guess she weaved her own hair into this girl's, and somehow ran strands of hair to the incinerator... or something. I'm not sure how this doesn't burn Yukako's own hair, but she uses hers to cover this girl's eyes and bind her tongue so she can't find water or call for help. The tongue business seems a little too kinky for a scene like this. Plus, I think you can still scream even if you can't move your tongue.

Fortunately, Josuke and Okayasu are there to save her. Okayasu erases the flames and most of the girl's hair with The Hand. Josuke would fix her hair with Crazy Diamond, except he can't, because it's been erased from existence. Personally, I think this girl's new look rocks. The boys are now convinced that Yukako is a Stand User and she's absolutely bonkers, but they don't know what to do about it. If he doesn't reject her, she'll keep doing crazy shit, and if he rejects her, she'll go totally apeshit.

Later, they suggest that Koichi should try to make himself less appealing to Yukako. That way she'll simply lose interest in him, which will spare him from the dilemma. For example, he could blow off his grades, except Koichi's grades are already slipping, because he's been too distracted by this problem to concentrate on his schoolwork. Josuke and Okayasu pretend to spread rumors about Koichi while Yukako is in earshot, but this backfires spectacularly.

Basically, Yukako kidnaps Koichi and takes him to some house on the coast. The owner only comes to live her in the summer, and no one else knows they're here, so he's completely at her mercy. Yukako's plan is to tutor him and get him on the right track again. She cooks him a bunch of food, and then forces him to answer test questions before he can eat. If he gets the answer wrong he has to eat crazy stuff like a bar of soap, or an eraser.

Koichi's strategy in this predicament is to play along until he can find an opportunity to escape, but she notices that he's just reading her expressions to get the questions right, and punishes him with "wrong answer" dishes like asparagus wrapped in dictionary pages, or flash cards dunked in milk.

Later, Koichi tries to use the bathroom, but Yukako put a combination lock on the door, and the combination is the year Columbus sailed to the Bahamas. Koichi can't remember the answer, so he pees his pants. Humiliated, he begs Yukako to let him go, thinking she couldn't possibly still like him after this, but she isn't deterred at all. She's convinced he has some "trump card" he hasn't used yet, and she's anxious to see it. It's like she's daring him to fight back? Anyway, she's been building an electric chair to torture Koichi during dinner.

Yukako mentions ordering olive oil from the store, which leads Koichi to deduce that there must be a public phone in the area, since Yukako took care to cut all the phone lines in the house. He deploys Echoes to find the nearest phone, but he doesn't have a ten yen coin to make the call. And Yukako expected him to try all of this anyway. She purposely mentioned ordering olive oil to make him think about finding a pay phone, only to crush his hopes of actually calling for help.

But she doesn't know about his Stand yet. When she goes to place her own call, she finds that Echoes has left one of its sound effect words on her, which hijacks the phone? Somehow? And calls Josuke. But he can't actually speak to Josuke this way, so he's counting on Josuke to hear the ocean in the background and figure out where to look for him.

So now Yukako knows Koichi has his own Stand, and you might be wondering why he didn't use it to fight her before. Well, Echoes doesn't have much offensive power. It just makes you hear things, whereas Yukako's Love Deluxe can reach out and grab Koichi, wrap him up, dangle him around like a puppet, and so on. She's like Medusa from the Inhumans, except batshit crazy.

Koichi tries to use Echoes to force her to hear him saying he hates her over and over again. This is kind of like how he forced Tamami Kobayshi to surrender before, except this time it doesn't work, because Yukako is so stubborn and delusional that she seems to be incapable of hearing the words. Koichi barricades himself in one room, but Yukako forces her way in.

Koichi becomes more and more desperate, only to find that Echoes has suddenly shut down? It looks like it's in a cocoon, and Koichi becomes convinced that his Stand is dead now.

But he needn't have worried because Echoes is fine. Turns out, Koichi's Stand evolves like a Pokemon, and when it hatches from the coccoon, it gets different powers. This time it makes sound effect words that produce the effects of the noise. Like, it puts the word "whoosh" on a door and that produces a gust of wind that blows Yukako out of the house, all because Koichi wished that the door would somehow blast her away from him.

So now they start having something more like a Stand Battle. By the time Yukako gets back to the house, Koichi cuts his hair, presumably to remove whatever strands Yukako had on him. He's also laid traps on the entrance. When she tries to go up the stairs, she touches a sound effect on the handrail and it burns her.

That's something I just noticed about Koichi. He's pretty passive in general. He doesn't attack so much as he waits for the enemy to come at him. He didn't want to burn Yukako, but she made the choice to advance towards him despite his warnings.

Koichi tries to put new sound effects on Yukako's hair as she attacks, but he can't land a hit because she can separate the strands.

She finally surrounds him on all sides and demands that he admit that he likes her, but he definatly tells her that he already told her he hates her, and he's only in this mess because she wouldn't listen. She tries to kill him in her rage, but this springs another trap. Koichi couldn't put the sound effect word on her hair, so he put it on himself, knowing the hair would touch it when it attacked him. This blasts Yukako out of the house again, and sends her to a nearby cliff.

Somehow this turns her hair white? I think this is a better look for her anyway. Koichi goes to check on her, but she was playing possum and attacks Echoes again.

She seems to have Echoes at her mercy, but Koichi warns her to stop because while he was checking to see if she was still alive, Echoes noticed that the cliff was giving way. But Yukako thinks this is a bluff and ends up falling to her death............... until...

Turns out, Koichi planted one more sound effect on the rocks underneath Yukako. This makes the rock all bouncy, so it launches Yukako harmlessly back onto solid ground.

And that's the end of the fight. Koichi reminds her that he tried to warn her about the cliff giving way, but she wouldn't listen. She never listens to him. He leaves Yukako to contemplate what just happened. In her mad love for Koichi, she threatened to kill him, but all the while, Koichi was determined to save her life, even though he hated her.

And this forces Yukako to accept defeat. Koichi didn't just defeat her Stand, he didn't just outmaneuver her strategically. Koichi proved to her that she never should have pulled any of this nonsense in the first place. And in realizing this, she adores him even more than ever.

Koichi doesn't care, though, because Josuke and Okayasu have finally found him, and he can put this whole ordeal behind him. Later, Koichi scores a perfect 100 on his next test, but he seems conflicted about this, almost like he missed the distraction that Yukako's unwanted affection had been causing him before.

We'll come back to this in a later arc, but it is kind of buck wild that there's anything to come back to after this. Yukako literally kidnapped him, then abused him physically and emotionally. Koichi's only crime here was that he was too timid to reject her outright, and she made it plain that she wouldn't have taken no for an answer no matter what he did.

And yet, this whole arc is... still kind of romantic. When Koichi first developed Echoes Act 1, he got this surge of self-confidence that left a big impression on Kobayashi. Days later, Yukako could tell that he'd changed and that's what attracted her in the first place. This whole conflict between them had a lot to do with Yukako trying to bring out even more of that same inner fire that Koichi had. And she got it.

There's something kind of primal about it, where she got Stand powers and, like all the other antagonists so far, she got high on her own power, and was practically begging someone to challenge her to a fight. So when she finally lost that fight, she felt even more enamored than before. Koichi's big gripe with Yukako was that she wouldn't calm down and listen to him, and her answer to that was "Well, make me calm down. Make me listen to you."

And he cared enough to do it. A less sympathetic opponent would have simply killed Yukako outright, or at least knocked her out. Instead, Koichi did this whole song and dance with her. They forced each other to change their hair. It's weird but it works.

And it's that passion that makes Yukako such a great foil in this arc. Angelo, Keicho, and the others we've seen so far have been okay, but none of them have any particular grudge with the heroes. I mean, Angelo was mad at Josuke, but he he doesn't need much provokation for that. Yukako and Koichi have a very strong connection in this arc, and it fuels their whole conflict. I guess what I'm trying to say is that "Electric Guy" should try to make out with Jotaro.

[syn4k]

sure yeah the mianite server is pretty self sufficient when it comes to things like food and resources but after like a month of tom and tucker very diligently (and very stubbornly) holding that this is a survival server, you work with what you have and we will NOT rely on outside sources for even the most basic of things, jordan walks up to them and gently puts one hand on each of their shoulders and goes "hey. i respect your dedication to running this shit like we're back in the middle ages. seriously i do. but for the love of ianite me and sonja have been trying to reverse engineer soap for like two weeks now and we're losing our fucking minds and it turns out that life really fucking sucks when you're intentionally depriving yourself of several things necessary to living like a reliable source of clean water and lysol all for the goddamn bit."

after a full server meeting, four days of shouting, and dec all but threatening to get both of the gods involved to settle it for ("good fucking luck with that, they haven't been listening to any of us either," sonja mutters under her breath), tom whispers something in tucker's ear and with an exhausted sigh he finally declares that fine. We can all go to Walmart and Home Depot once a week for stuff like cleaning supplies and machine-made parts that it would be a fucking nightmare to make by hand here.

everyone cheers (except for tucker) and runs off to make lists of things that they Absolutely Need To Survive.

(it takes another five hours for tucker to review those lists and tell sonja that no, she cannot get oatmeal créme pies, those are not a basic necessity for human survival. there is another huge debate over what exactly constitutes as necessary for survival. jordan indignantly pulls up the wikipedia page on the requirements for life on his phone and thats when dec finally force kicks them all off of the server to just get their fucking shopping done.)

when all's said and done they end up spending well over two thousand dollars on everything BUT it was worth it and while tucker still might not exactly be happy that it happened, in the end he did get a nice set of woodworking tools for himself and with that, the Grocery Saga is all neatly wrapped up and over

(well, at least until the wizards show up anyways.)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Some recent musing on control freak Marinette and her penchant for self inflicting drama on herself by doom spiraling reminded me of an idea I had. It was a future Chloleka idea set 10 years post S5:

Juleka is a model and in the process of moving on from Rose (they may have never gotten together, broken up or she passed away) Juleka takes a job at Style Queen as a model to have some space and new experiences to herself. Hell she might already be over that stuff and just be looking for new experiences.

The key thing here is that Juleka is surprised to find out Chloe has the run of things now, a fact Chloe herself keeps quiet, essentially keeping Audrey as a figurehead who does nothing & wields no power.

She's also changed a lot, better treatment of staff sure, but more visibly she has a strangely, subtly drawn look and most notably her hair is grey even though she's barely 25.

Chloe is also just generally being weird.

(Chloe didn't hire Juleka one of her subordinates made the offer and she only found out later, but couldn't walk it back so she's panicking)

Why is she panicked? Well >:3c

Chloe knows Marinette is Ladybug, and has deduced the other heroes IDs through that and is convinced Marinette deliberately manipulated her, endangered her, used her and overall, orchestration the complete desolation of Chloe's life.

Just like Hawk Moth & her parents, except Marinette's not dead and still has super powers meaning she is an infinitely more existential threat than a hotelier or perpetually drunk burn out.

Thus, Chloe is convinced Juleka has been sent as part of a plan to tear her down again and so is deeply paranoid.

This causes a reveal she knows who the Miraculous Holders are, IE Chloe trying to use that info to basically say:

"Leave me alone & I leave you alone."

Cue Marinette having a complete freak the fuck out, because while she's been getting a lot better about controlling her loved one's and everything.

This is CHLOE!

Chloe who has apparently known their IDs for years, Chloe who just threatened them, Chloe who is completely outside of her ability to influence!

Also wait what she thinks what Marinette planned to what!??!

So, Juleka's stuck trying to mediate Marinette's sudden paranoia, Chloe's paranoia, make her new job work & eventually bonds with Chloe.

One aspect of it for me would be that most of the class barely register Chloe as like… A villain, if that makes sense? Even Marinette is mostly freaked out because Chloe "knows" not because she's Chloe.

To most of them Chloe was just a jerk at 14 and that's it.

Bit for Chloe, she had her life desolated at 14 hasn't recovered.

She just has a façade of strength and ferocity; like an obsidian blade she is sharp but brittle.

Juleka only has a vague recollection Chloe locked her in a toiled stall and is just kind of like (Shrugs) about it as she'd been more upset about missing the picture than the stall. Its not like she's claustrophobic or a germaphobe or anything that'd make it legit traumatic.

An apology would be nice but whatever its been ten years, ya know?

Meanwhile Chloe's like, carved herself a life but she's in perpetual survivors mode and utterly convinced people with super powers want to use her as their chew toy the way all the adults in her life did.

So it takes a bit for her to chill out & top viewing Marinette as some kind of god with a grudge.

Not helped by Marinette really, really wanting a sense of control or at least understanding in this scenario.

Marinette: OK, we need to organize some kind of joint event with Style Queen and Agreste Industries. I can come along as fashion advisor, Sabrina can work as my assistant, and Adrien- Juleka: Or we just let it lie? Chloe's been sitting on this secret for ten years. I think we're fine. Marinette (Shaking her phone) But we don't KNOW!!!

Aside but Marinette & co likely holding a vote & despite some of her stress mostly adopting a wait and see approach. As well as trying to reverse engineer exactly "why" Chloe thinks this is all part of a scheme beyond: "Well Chloe was kind of a brat. Maybe she's just blaming Marinette/Ladybug cos its convenient?"

With Marinette eventually having a like, "Huh, why did I tell Chloe to be horrible to appease her, in hindsight, obviously abusive mother… OK I can see how in that context me then taking away Queen Bee would have seemed like trapping her in a villain role… Huh" :/

As an aside, its fun writing Chloe knowing cos she has enough info and circumstances that its not only easy but logical to assume Marinette or Gabriel built tons of their lives around fucking her over.

But the truth is, at least with Marinette, it was more incidental and accidental, utterly unintentional. But it doesn't look like that from outside so its easy to reach the conclusion there was more to it.

& having Marinette come to that realization Chloe was a maladjusted & abused child as adults is very cathartic cos its like them going "Oh suddenly a lot of shit is making sense & I feel kind of bad about it."

Like not straight up salt, but definitely like sucking in a breath through your teeth and frowning as an awkward "Oh things never needed to get that bad" realization hits.

As someone said elsewhere, there's catharsis in finally having it seen.

if I ever wrote it fully that would be a huger aspect of it for a lot of the cast.

Finally seeing that Chloe was an abused & trouble child who needed help and definitely… Bracing over that realization and that their sort of happy ending came at her expense the way it did. Not even in a super guilt-ridden way, as said this is less salt and more like... Bitter-sweet?

Because there's still life left, things can still be fixed. & for all that they were heroes with powers they were still kids. Its not really about allocating blame, its about seeing what was there that they couldn't or refused to at the time. While for Chloe it'd be heavily about letting her walls down and learning to try and trust.

As an aside, Juleka I think is actually good for this as an outsider.

She doesn't have nostalgia like Sabrina or Adrien might, nor defensive paranoia like Marinette or even intense curiosity like Alya.

She's just been kind of dumped in this scenario and is dealing with it. Chloe was a bratty jerk but its been ten years, she barely remembers her.

Which means when she does start remembering, its less "I am back in my fourteen year old body" and more "Looking back on this as an adult there were a lot of red flags."

& as she is trying to begin a new chapter of her life, helping someone else close the book on a lot of trauma and pin would be thematically fitting.

As an aside having read a thing about how "Marinette is her own worst critic" I kind of love how that'd play into the above idea cos like.

It'd very much be making all Chloe's trauma about her paranoia first & then about her guilt complex. When even Chloe doesn't want that.

She doesn't want to be in this story god dammit. Just leave her alone! Which isn't a solution as it puts her back in arrested development.

But yeah, I have a lot of thoughts about this idea, but sadly lack the focus to write, I hope it proved interesting though!

& I hope it made sense XD

Yes! YES!!!!!!

They've grown but the hurts are still there and they gotta disentagle the way it felt vs. what it was (both believing the other was purposefully out to destroy them but they were just fucked up 14 year olds)

(I think another reason the rest of the gang doesn't consider Chloé a threat was because they never knew about the 'working for Hawkmoth' thing they just kinda accepted that Chloé was kind of a fuck at times so that was why)

And Juleka like 'my dudes I am just here for the paycheck oh wait fuck I have feelings now goddamn it!!" but seriously she is both close enough to the situation to know what's happening while being removed enough that she doesn't get caught up in it.