#we’re having thoughts today 🫠🫠

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Masturbating is great but sitting in someone’s lap and grinding on their bulge while they grope me and kiss my neck and tell me how pretty I am would be way better 🫣

[thebibliosphere]

Man, I was so proud of myself, getting ahead of my ADHD and scheduling for flowers to be delivered to my aunties and my mum back home in time for Christmas. I scheduled this over a month ago.

I even kept obsessively logging in to check that I’d actually placed the orders and not just let them sit in my cart.

I was on this. Despite all the brain fog and pain that’s been making me forget everything, I was on this. They were supposed to get the flowers today.

And then Marks and Spencer’s emailed me to let me know there’s been a delay in shipping and my orders won’t arrive until the 27th 🫠

This is one of those moments when I really have to fight the ADHD urge to throw my hands up and yell “why even fucking bother” because hnnnnng.

I cannot let this derail me. I still have shit to do for my niece and nephew. I cannot let this tank my executive function this week. I can’t.

Something being late doesn’t mean it’s any less thoughtful or appreciated. Something being late despite my best efforts doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have bothered. That’s the chronic perfectionism talking and I will not let it kill the vibes. The vibes are intact.

We’re going to have a holly jolly fucking Christmas or else.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Anniversary Gift

aegon x sister!wife!reader x the bloody ben we thought we got but we’re delusional 🫠

Summary: There is a tournament in celebration of yours and Aegons wedding anniversary. A brutal young knight catches yours and Aegons attention and he has the perfect idea what to get you that he can also enjoy.

Warnings: 18+ fingering, oral(f and m receiving), penetration(p in v), unprotected bc that’s like not an option, mm, fm, mfm, public, pleasure house, drinking, swearing, decaying viserys mention, tournament so death and blood

Authors Note: i started writing this before we knew so :/, if y/n is insufferable it’s bc she’s a targtower and has no parental figure ://, i won’t have anyone deny aegon locked in this season and looks good while doing it 🫣 anyways this got out of hand and it's super wild so enjoy 🧍🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 3.5k

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I’ve been trying to push back the army of handmaidens that have been invading our chambers for the past two hours. Gods know why I must be fussed over when all Aegon and I will be doing is sitting above everyone else and looking down on men beating each other bloody.

They have finally finished shoving pins in my hair making sure my braids are secured tightly to my scalp. Jewelry has started being added much to my displeasure. I turn my head and exhale deeply at the massive gown they’ve brought in for me to wear.

“I’m not fucking wearing that. I’m to be sitting. Find something more comfortable.” I roll my eyes walking over to find my cup of wine.

“The Queen-“ one handmaiden starts.

“My mother can wear what she pleases and I’ll do the same.” I say bringing the cup to my lips.

“Must you terrorize them?” Alicent brushes past them while offering apologetic smiles as she comes to my side.

“I’m not wearing a massive ballgown when all me and Aegon are doing is watching a stupid tourney.” I finish my cup sighing.

“I say she wears nothing.” Aegon announces as he enters our chambers.

“Don’t be such a pig in front of my maids.” I scowl at him knowing there’s a hint of a smile on my lips.

“I thought you liked when I acted like a pig.” he laughs and then snorts loudly in my face.

“Aegon!” I shout at him pushing him away from me.

“Enough you two. Aegon go finish getting dressed so y/n can do the same. Gods know what I was thinking when I had you two wed.” she sighs shaking her head.

Alicent walks over to my wardrobe and begins looking for other options. She pulls out a couple of gowns that I have yet to wear that she deems appropriate. I settle for a black dress that requires no corset thankfully. There are two slits up the side of my legs that meet at my hips to allow air flow and mobility. The sleeves trickle down my arms encasing them in silk and embroidery.

“I expect you to be in the main hall in twenty minutes. I’m going to check on Aegon and we will meet you down there.” she looks me over and nods.

The handmaids swap my jewelry for more subtle accents and offer me black sandals that strap up my legs. I can take no more of their fussing and I shoo them off and exit our chambers with a full cup of wine in hand.

“Hello daughter!” Viserys calls over to me from the chair he’s sitting in as I enter the main halls. He looks absolutely terrible today and I’m hoping the disgust isn’t written all over my face.

“Hey.” I offer raising my glass grimacing.

“How come she can keep her cup?” I hear Aegon whine as he approaches me with Alicent trailing after him.

“Because it seems no one has had the brain to take it from her.” Alicent seethes as she rips the cup out of my hand.

“Is this tourney not in celebration of us and our anniversary? We should be allowed to drink.” I roll my eyes and grab Aegons arm.

We all but stomp to our carriage in the main courtyard. The guards move out of our way so we can disappear into the enclosed space. As I’m walking up the short steps I start to feel Aegons hands creep up my legs.

“Get off of me you beast or I’ll have you tied up and dragged behind my carriage to the tourney grounds.” I turn around and scold him.

“Mm don’t threaten me so publicly. You know how I love it.” he smiles as his hands go further up. “I also know how much you love when I play with you in public.” I grab his wrist and pull him into the carriage with me slamming the doors behind of us.

“Why must you ceaselessly try to embarrass me in front of others.” I push him to the other side of the carriage.

“Oh come on, y/n. You know I jest.” he sighs and leans back. “What can I do to make it better?” he pouts from his seat.

I turn my head and cross my arms as I peek out of the windows as the carriage begins moving through the city streets. I plan to ignore him until he comes up with a solution on his own. Curse our mother for taking away our wine. I turn my head when I feel the carriage slightly shift and see he’s on his knees in front of me.

“Do you want to come before we get to the tourney?” he asks through his thick lashes. His hands gliding up my legs once more.

“Do you think you can make me come in the next 10 minutes?” I raise my eyebrow looking down at him.

Aegon disappears under my skirt and leaves sloppy kisses on my inner thighs. He grunts in approval at my lack of panties and attaches his mouth to my clit. Soft whimpers fall from my mouth and I try to hide them behind a hand so not to give Aegon the satisfaction. He spreads my legs even wider and slams two fingers into me.

“Fuck Aegon,” I cry out grinding against his mouth as my thighs try to close around his head.

He moans into my core as his fingers start a ferocious pace. I’m arching off the cushions as my legs being to shake from his skilled tongue and fingers. He curls his fingers and my body goes taught. A sob rips through me as pleasure courses through my body. Aegon pulls back and smirks up at me.

“Am I forgiven?” he asks licking his fingers clean and taking his seat across from me again.

“No.” I say as the carriage comes to a halt.

I open the doors and exit leaving Aegon to chase after me. He almost falls out of the carriage trying to reach my side before I enter the tourney grounds. He huffs in annoyance when he reaches my side and grabs my hand more firmly than necessary.

“You’re more stubborn than usual, my love.” he sneers as we start up the stairs.

“You’re more annoying than usual, my love.” I hiss back at him as we start up the stairs.

We make our way up to the royal box and take seats in the back. Alicent tries to convince us to move closer to the rails to be more easily seen but Aegon is already pulling me down next to him. She shakes her head and goes to her seat without another word.

Aegon waves down a servant and sees to it wine is brought to us. Two glasses of wine and the rest of the bottle are immediately brought to our table and left for us. I empty half of my glass and Aegon is quick to refill it once more. I breathe out deeply and relax back into the couch we’re sharing.

“Are you done with your attitude?” Aegon hums pulling me closer to him.

“Am I ever?” I smile turning to him. He captures my lips quickly and I become even more intoxicated by his kiss as he deepens it by burying his hand in my hair and molding my lips to his we care not of any spectators.

“You two shouldn’t make such a spectacle.” Aemond scoffs claiming the seat in front of us.

“This tourney is for us. I’d fuck her on the railing if that’s what she were to want.” Aegon glares at him scoffing.

“You two are animals.” Aemond looks us both over with disgust.

“You could do well with some depravity.” I hum smirking at him.

“Indeed,” Aegon chuckles shaking his head. “You can come sit up here with us.” he raises an eyebrow to Aemond.

“I will do no such thing.” his cheeks redden at our brazenness.

“Enough. All of you!” Alicent storms up the stairs her face red and scrunched with anger.

“Mother-“ Aemond starts but she’s quick to cut him off.

“No. I’ve had enough today and the sun is barely in the sky.” she says exasperated. “I don’t want to have to come up here again.” the threat clear in her voice as she turns on her heel and makes her way back to her seat.

We all remain quiet after that never wanting to push her too far. Sure she’s never been a great mother, but she was a child raising children. The tournament begins after the opening speeches are made and Aegon and I toast to the knights with the crowd before we return back to our seat.

“Why did we ever agree to this?” Aegon sighs resting his head on my shoulder.

“We didn’t.” I chuckle resting my head on his as the first knights enter the sands.

The two men clash into each other loudly and the crowds begin to roar. The duels go on for some time and soon get boring. I’m yawning until a young knight catches my attention from the wanton brutality he offers his opponents. Aegons interest seemed piqued as his eyes follow the knight up to the rails.

“I seek the Princess y/n’s favor.” the young knight announces.

My eyebrows shoot up as I process his words. I untangle myself from Aegon who’s smiling after me. I begin to saunter down the stairs and lean over the rail to get a closer look at him.

“Hello, my brave knight,” I coo down to him. “Before I offer you my favor I wish to look upon you.” I offer him a simpering smile.

“Ser Benjicot Blackwood, Ben, if it pleases you.” he removes his helm smirking and slightly lowering his head.

“The pleasure is mine, Ben.” I melt as I gaze upon his beautiful bloodied face. “You have my favor.” I sultry reply as I slide my crown of flowers down his lance.

“You honor me, Princess.” he grins up at me winking as he turns back around for his next duel. I practically skip back up the stairs to Aegon, giddy from how handsome the knight was.

“I want him.” I whisper in Aegons ear as I join him on the couch again.

“I do too.” Aegon chuckles lowly pulling me in closer.

The rest of the tourney goes by quickly. Ben was never bested and won the tournament. He claimed it was account on my favor and said he would be indebted to me. I smile down at him from the rail with pink cheeks. Aegon is at my side smiling to Ben as his arm wraps around my waist.

“You did well! You should go out and celebrate in the streets tonight, my friend!” Aegon subtly suggests to Ben.

“You honor me, my Prince.” Ben smiles and bows his head.

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After a late dinner with the family Aegon and I retire to our chambers for the night. We prepare to journey out and grab a bag full of coin. We tie our cloaks on and then slip into the tunnels within the Red Keep. We know the way perfectly and we soon are entering the most popular pleasure house to find who we seek.

“Happy anniversary to the Prince and Princess!” a man shouts from atop a table in the back.

The pleasure house erupts in cheers as the man gets down and has them make way for him to come to us. As he nears my heart begins to pound in my chest as I realize it’s Ben. He reaches for my hand and places a kiss on it and surprisingly does the same to Aegon.

“Oh I like you.” Aegon smiles darkly at Ben.

We follow him back over to his table and he kicks two of his friends out of the way for us. He eyes us curiously as we lounge back into the couch looking at him with low lids. As he stares back at us it seems as if everyone melts away. Aegons hand is resting on my bare thigh and slowly travels higher which Ben has been glancing at.

“How long have you two been wed?” Ben asks lowly licking his lips.

“Seems like forever.” Aegon lets out a breathy chuckle as his fingers slip underneath the fabric of my dress keeping eye contact with Ben.

“Should I get us a private room?” Ben rasps adjusting himself in his pants.

“In a bit. She likes to put on a show.” Aegon smirks as his fingers slide up my slit.

I let out loan whine and Ben’s eyes shoot to mine. Aegon lazily circles my clit and my thighs start to spread. He kisses my neck and begins to speed up his ministrations. My eyes shut as my hips start to grind into his hand seeking to take their own pleasure.

“Look at me, Princess.” Ben’s voice goes straight to my core and my eyes snap open and lock with his.

Aegons fingers slip into me as I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Ben’s cheeks have become more flushed as he watches me fuck myself on Aegons hand. Aegon uses his thumb to circle my clit as his fingers continue pounding into me. My thighs squeeze around his hand as I come around his fingers, whimpering as Ben looks at me with a devilish smirk. Aegon slowly removes his fingers and begins to bring them up to his mouth.

“May I, my Prince?” Ben holds out his hand for Aegons.

Ben’s hand wraps around Aegons wrist and brings his hand to his mouth. He wraps his lips around Aegons fingers and licks them clean. Aegon groans as he watches Ben clean me off of him. I watch with heavy lids at how perfectly Ben fits with us.

“Don’t be mad I did this first.” Aegon offers to me over his shoulder quickly.

Before I process his words he’s pulled Ben’s lips against his. I gasp out in surprise and watch as Ben and Aegon lose themselves to the kiss. Ben bites down on Aegons lip causing some blood to speckle on the surface. Aegon groans and pulls back with pleasure swirling in his eyes.

Ben’s eyes look to mine and before I know it his lips are upon me. I sigh out in pleasure as I taste myself and Aegons blood on his tongue. I bite down on Ben’s lip in return for Aegon and he moans into my mouth and droplets of blood appear. He kisses me more fiercely as I mold to his mouth.

Aegons hands travel up my sides and to my neck. He brushes my hair to the side and attaches his hot mouth to my pulse. Ben pulls our lips back as a trail of saliva and blood still tethers us. He looks at Aegon and me hungrily and rises.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more secluded.” Ben smiles offering both of us hands to us.

We flow behind Ben entranced by him as he parts a curtain for us. He closes them shut behind of us and turns to us with a wicked smirk on his face. Aegon pulls me down on to the bed with him and pushes me onto my back.

I prop myself up on my elbows and see Ben starting to stalk over to us on the bed. Aegon spreads my thighs and moves my skirts to expose my dripping core. Ben’s eyes lock onto me as he wets his lips. He lowers himself on the bed and snakes his way up to my thighs.

“May I taste you, Princess?” Ben’s breath fans across my heat as he looks up to me from between my thighs.

“Please,” I whine bucking my hips up towards his face.

He quickly wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me to his mouth. He licks at my clit feverishly causing my back to arch off the bed. Aegon pulls the top of my dress aside to expose my breasts. Whimpers are spilling from my mouth at the pleasure coursing through my body.

My fingers curl into Ben’s hair and tug as his tongue continues its vigorous assault on my clit. He groans into my core as Aegon pinches one of ny nipples particularly hard. My legs try to squeeze around Ben’s head and he chuckles lowly.

“Fuck Ben,” I cry, back arching off the bed as I come all over his face. He continues to lick at my core sending jolts through my body. Ben detaches himself from me and starts to kiss up my body and lays next to me.

“I want to see you come on his cock next.” Aegon hums rising from the bed to get a cup of wine. As he saunters back over to us with his glass Ben sits up and his hands rise up to Aegons hips pulling him between his legs.

“What about you, my Prince? Would you like some pleasure?” Ben smirks up to Aegon as pushes him back a bit so he can sink to the floor on his knees.

“Mm, how kind of you.” Aegon gazes down at him cupping his jaw.

“I’m very devout, my Prince.” Ben whispers raking his hands up Aegons legs.

“His mouth is very skilled.” I hum as the pleasure still thrums through my veins.

“I’ll decide that for myself.” Aegon declares smirking down at Ben with dark eyes.

I sit further up as I watch Ben’s fingers unlace Aegons trousers. He wasted no time freeing Aegon and gripping his hard length in his hands. Ben’s thumb swipes over Aegons red and leaking tip. Aegons groans as Ben pumps his length, teasing his tip as his fist makes its way up.

Aegons head tosses back as Ben swirls his tongue around the head of his cock. I slowly slip out of bed to come up behind Aegon and slowly kiss his neck and run my nails down his chest. Ben slowly takes Aegon in his mouth and he lets out the softest whimper. Ben starts a faster pace while holding on to Aegons thighs to steady himself. Aegon is a mess of panting and groaning as mine and Ben’s names fall from his lips.

“Fuck,” Aegons hips begin to shutter as he releases himself down Ben’s throat.

Ben slowly pulls off of Aegon causing him to whimper. Once Ben becomes eye level again Aegon pulls him into a harsh kiss. They pull apart breathlessly and then Ben quickly turns and captures my lips once more. My hands fly to his shirt and begin lifting it off. He pulls back from me as Aegon finishes removing it.

Mine and Aegons hands trail all over his body worshiping every inch. The three of us have no end or beginning as our breaths mingle as we finish undressing each other. We’re a clash of lips and teeth as all three of us tumble to the bed.

“Please, Ben,” I whine as his fingers find my wet core.

“I think the Princess wants you to fuck her.” Aegon chuckles as he begins to fondle my breasts.

“Yes, please Ben,” I beg lifting my hips up to his hand.

“I want to hear you say it.” I can hear the smirk in his voice as Ben’s lips ghost over mine.

“Please, fuck me, please,” I whine as he pulls his hand away from my core.

He sheaths himself inside of me, splitting me in two. My legs wrap around his waist as he starts pounding into me at a brutal pace. Aegon continues to grope my breasts and pinch my nipples which has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“You’re doing so good, Princess.” Ben grunts as he lifts one of my legs pushing into me at a deeper angle.

Aegon is whispering soft praises in my ear as his fingers continue to pinch and tease. His hand begins to slide down my torso and begins to circle around my throbbing clit. A moan rips through me as I clench down around Ben as my orgasm washes over me. I feel him begin to fill me prolonging my pleasure.

He stills inside of me and rests his forehead on mine. Aegon leans in near us and beings peppering kisses on our necks. Ben slowly pulls out as I whine at the loss. We all fall back on the bed together in a mess of limbs and heavy breathing.

“You know, me and y/n could use a new sworn protector. You could have the position if you were to want it.” Aegon offers propping himself up to look at Ben.

“It would be my honor to watch over and protect you both.” Ben looks at us with pleasure glazed eyes.

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pt2 is Sworn Protector

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[norris55s]

we’re on each other’s team - max verstappen

red bull driver reader x max verstappen social media au

a/n: once again self indulging brain rot of what i (kinda unrealistically) think max & a (chaotic) teammate could be. face claim is sabrina carpenter

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maxverstappen1

liked by y/nusername, landonorris, redbullracing and 828,277 others

maxverstappen1: P2 for our start of the season! Thank you to everyone on the team for the rocket ship given to us this year🚀. And congratulations to y/nusername for the P1, I’ll get you next race😆

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y/nusername: congrats on being promoted to my defense maxie!

thedutchlion: …she’s so stuck up

y/nteam: she’s joking, u should try having friends you can joke with

redbullracing: Proud of our drivers 💙

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y/nusername

liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen1, danielricciardo and 974,927 others

y/nusername: five wins in a row? who would’ve thought all you needed to give max verstappen a run for his money was a woman in a red bull? (me, i would’ve thought it). tysm redbullracing for this beautiful car❤️��🔥 let’s keep the momentum up!

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maxverstappen1: Well deserved wins, but the battle hasn’t finished!

y/nusername: the plan is to win many more battles maxie

danielricciardo: go get him tiger

lewishamilton: Amazing drive, congratulations! 🎊

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thef1paddocknews

liked by 67,928

thef1paddocknews: The Red Bull drivers speak on the media today about their head to head battle for the championship, considering Y/N’s five wins and Max’s four wins and pole position for this weekend.Max said “We are not giving second driver to anyone this year, the battle is obviously between us and that’s the way it should be. I am honestly enjoying racing against her, it’s very fun.” Y/N said “I joke around a lot, but it’s an honor to fight a three time defending world champion on track. I respect him a lot, and it’s mutual, so the racing is good fun and we’ll see what happens.”

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scudesainz: who would’ve thought Red Bull domination could be fun

norrislights: this is 100% not how i expected either of them to act, i thought they’d have a huge fall out like brocedes

brocedeslove: 🫠

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f1waggossip

liked by 87,729

f1waggossip: As things stand, it’s all pointing towards a more than professional relationship between the Red Bull teammates, as they’ve been spotted vacationing for the summer break at the same place, Greece. How will this affect their performance on track?

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maxchampion: “more than professional relationship” u mean friendship

cuntcedesrussel: i mean yea but why are they spending their summer break together when they already spend every moment on season together

y/nsdarling: what if… and just hear me out for a second… they are just vacationing together because they like each other

lovelyy/n: like each other as more than friends lol

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maxverstappen1

liked by y/nusername, landonorris, pierregasly and 738,629 others

maxverstappen1: Once again, congratulations y/nusername on your win today. To keep you humble, I added your picture meditating. We will keep pushing on my side of the garage till the end 💪🏼

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y/nusername: give it up old man!! (we will fight you the end too 💙)

maxfanpage: I honestly feel like Y/N is riling Max up and also seducing him to win the championship

landonorizzzz: WHO LET THEM COOK 👩‍🍳

y/ngirly: ratio + nobody asked + stupid ass take + were you dropped as a child

comfortmax: you are dumb asf if you think max out of all people would let anything distract him from his goals… maybe y/n is just that good

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y/nusername

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe, georgerussell63 and 937,729 others

y/nusername: happy bday to my teammate who is always trying to beat me at everything, and who i am trying to seduce in return. love you maxie 💞

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maxverstappen1: Seducing unnecessary, I will beat you anyway😂 Thank you for everything! Love you too.

landonorris: who doesn’t love competitive sexual tension

y/nmaxnation: HELLO??

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redbullracing

liked by 405,307

redbullracing: Everything comes down to today. In the final race of the year, one of our drivers will become champion. We, at the team, are all extremely proud of them, we wish them the best of luck, and we are lucky to call them our 2023 World Driver’s Championship 1st and 2nd place, no matter today’s result. 💙🏆

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y/nusername

liked by maxverstappen1, redbullracing, sebastianvettel and 2,503,002 more

y/nusername: and that’s a world championship. i’m so immensely grateful to anyone who has ever supported me, from when i was a 6 year old trying to get in karts, a 13 year old traveling around the world with her mom competing, a 16 year old who thought her dream was over, an 18 year old that got her hope back, a 23 year old who took one step closer, and a 25 year old who finally did it, as well as everything in between. this is dedicated to anyone who has ever been told they couldn’t do it; you can.

special thank you to redbullracing and maxverstappen1, fighting with you and alongside you has been the privilege of a lifetime.

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maxverstappen1: You deserve it all 💙

leclercsainzteam: tooth rottingly sweet i can’t

y/ndarling: im screaming crying and throwing up

landonorris: awwwwwwwyeah👏🏻

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maxverstappen1

liked by y/nusername, christianhorner, charles_leclerc and 1,038,827 others

maxverstappen1: We barely missed out on the fourth championship, but if anyone had to win I’m very glad it was y/nusername in my team. Congatulations as I eloquently wrote! 🎊🍾 🎈 Here’s to what’s to come.

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y/nusername: maxie i couldn’t have done it without you pushing me to be my best

christianhorner: What an amazing season, and what an amazing pair of drivers! 💪🏼

maxielforever: i’m sorry but the way they hold each other you can’t tell me there isn’t something else there

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redbullracing

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redbullracing: We had a blast at our team championship celebration party 🎈Max brought out the red balloons for Y/N, there was champagne, good food and even better company. Congratulations once again to our incredible drivers, and we are already looking forward to next year.

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y/nreligion: shut the fuck up red is her favorite color that’s why he did that

maxloverboy: certified whipped behavior from both parties here, y’all see the way she’s looking at him?

vloggingy/n: i don’t understand why we always have to assume male and female friendships to be something else

formulared: i mean sure but we aren’t blind

[navybrat817]

Steve + 9. "Don't even think about getting out of the car."

Oh, Eva. 🫠

Direct Order

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve doesn't like that you ignored his direct order.

Word Count: Almost 900

Warnings: Arguing, slight angst, stubbornness, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Another overprotective prompt ficlet. Thanks, Eva! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The night air was cool and refreshing as you rolled the window down, but it went back up before you could appreciate the breeze against your skin. You shot Steve a glare who didn't acknowledge you as he drove. You didn't like uncomfortable silence, but you didn't attempt to fill the time with small talk. Not since he decided to rip you a new one in front of the team an hour ago.

You just wanted to go home.

“You have nothing to say?” Steve asked, his voice low. “Must be killing you to go this long without talking.”

You fought the urge to kick the dashboard since the car didn't do anything to you and smacking him could cause an accident. “And it must be killing you that I didn't fall in line today like a perfect little soldier,” you said with a sardonic smile. “Or would you prefer I act like a doll?”

“You ignored my direct order,” he growled as he gripped the steering wheel. For a moment you thought he’d bend or rip it away. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You sneered before facing forward. “Jesus Christ, give it a rest. You berated me enough on the quinjet and I don't need to hear it again.”

He took his eyes off the road long enough for you to see the anger brewing. “Damn right I berated you because you never listen to me.”

The tension thickened. You didn't typically argue with Steve. You went against him once and now he was saying you never listened to him? Where the hell did he get off?

“Don’t you dare lecture me about not listening to you when you’re the one who never listens to anyone,” you argued, feeling a hint of satisfaction when he clenched his jaw. “And I made the right call. I stand by that.”

The mission was a success because of your decision.

“You don't make the calls. That isn't your job,” he snapped, the tires squealing as he made a rough turn. “You could've been hurt or worse. Don't you get that?! You can be so stubborn sometimes.”

“But I wasn't hurt! And me being stubborn? Pot meet fucking kettle, Rogers!”

“Captain,” he said through his perfect teeth.

“Captain,” you scoffed, your blood boiling. “You are not my Captain right now. You're just some guy who wormed his way into driving me home after running his mouth.”

You shrieked when he slammed on the brakes, bracing yourself on the dash when he ran a hand through his blonde hair and bitterly chuckled. It was a foreign sound coming from him. One that made you shut your mouth. “Some guy? Now I’m just some guy?”

Concern flickered across your face. Yeah, you were mad, but you didn't have to push. “Steve. I mean, Captain, I-”

“I’m not just some guy and I’m not just your Captain,” he cut you off, stopping you when you reached for the door handle. “Don't even think about getting out of the car. We’re not done yet.”

“Why should I stay? So you can snap at me some more?” You mumbled. “Would you treat Bucky or Sam or anyone else like this?”

It wasn't fair to try and make him feel bad. He was your leader for a reason and he gave you an order. You didn't follow it. He had every right to be pissed off. By all means he had the right to bench you, too.

But why was he taking it personally?

All the anger fell from Steve’s face as he leaned across the seat more. “I’m sorry.”

Your gaze softened, too. “Why are you sorry?”

“For snapping the way I did,” he said with a shake of his head. “You just scared me today. I get scared every time you go into the field, but that was the first time you…”

“Didn’t listen,” you finished for him, your heart pounding when you realized just how close he was. If he leaned in any closer, his lips would be against yours.

“And you are right. I have a hard time listening to others myself,” he said, smiling when you snorted. “But I don't give you orders for you to act like a perfect soldier or doll. Just like I don't give Bucky or Sam or anyone else orders just to have things done my way. I do it to keep you as safe as possible. It would break my heart if something happened to you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes went wide. “Did you just call me ‘sweetheart’?” You asked, your stomach doing a funny flip.

He chuckled, the sound much warmer than before. “So, you do listen.”

“Most of the time,” you teased, staring into his eyes. You could see how much he cared. No wonder he took this mission to heart.

“Arguing aside, you did well,” he praised, which sent heat to your cheeks.

“Thank you, Captain. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I’ll forgive you for ignoring my orders if you let me walk you to your door.”

“And I'll forgive you for snapping at me in front of the team if you come inside and have a drink,” you countered.

You didn't expect him to move his mouth to your ear. “I’ll only come inside if you say ‘please’,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. “And that's a direct order.”

Yes, sir. ❤️‍🔥 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[formulaa-1]

Hello hello! I would really love a Seb Instagram au! Something fun and surprising to the other drivers. (being back maybe? 😩) perhaps a younger reader x Seb. Or Toto!! There aren’t a lot about those two! Thanks for your time!

instagram au 💚 S.V

wolff!reader x Sebastian Vettel

Lewis said seb would be back but he didn’t expect to return dating toto wolffs daughter..

y/nwolff’s story

caption: and we’re off to the races…races….

f1waggupdatess

f1waggupdatess: Sebastian Vettel and y/n wolff seen getting cozy on today after free practice 👀

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toottootmerc: SUS AF

user28: everyone thinking their a couple but what if sebs going to Mercedes…..and coming back?????

fan27: my thoughts exactly !!!

vettel_fan4eva: y/n looks taller than him😭😭

user2: I saw another picture from a different angle and she’s stood on a step! that gave me hope anajajajajja

fan10: this would actually be such a cute couple icl

user2: right?!!!!!!!!😆

y/nwolff

y/nwolff: I guess the cats out of the bag…mwah! ps. sorry dad!

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sebastianvettel: nooo not the first photo😂❤️

y/nwolff: I had too🫶🏼🥹🥹

susiewolff: your fathers reaction was priceless!😂💗

y/nwolff: avoiding his 25 phone calls and 17 texts like the plague…

user288: WE NEED TOTOS REACTION PLEASE

lewishamilton: WHAT

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mickschumacher: finally!

sebastianvettel: you knew?

mickschumacher: mate your a brilliant driver but your shit at hiding things🤣

y/nwolff: zero lies told.

sebastainvettel: 😒😒😒

vettel4liferz: I was lowkey hoping it would be him racing for Mercedes next year :( but this is good too!!!!

charles_leclerc: when did this happen😃

sebastianvettel

sebastianvettel: she’s the prettiest view❤️

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y/nwolff: no YOUR the prettiest view😌

sebastianvettel: I disagree my love.

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user18: pierre is everywhere man, someone get this big under control

fan28: LMAOO😭😭😭kika bestie come get your man

mercedesamgf1: love this🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

y/nwolff’s story

authors note- I rushed this so it’s super sloppy but wanted to post for you guys ,Iv been super busy this week and have work due in on Friday as a deadline🫠and have done none of it soooo wish me luck! I hope your all okay!💗

[lafleurose]

UNSPOKEN- Ellie x Reader

Part 2 (coming soon)

Warnings: some cussing, use of weapons, angst???

♡ i apologize for any mistakes it's midnight 🫠 also because I feel like I have to clarify... reader is not male.. duh

Summary: Tension and miscommunication strain your relationship with Ellie. After a dangerous encounter and a heated argument at a bonfire, unspoken feelings and frustrations leave things unresolved.

The air in Jackson was biting this morning, cold enough to cut through even the thickest layers. You tightened your jacket, your fingers tingling as you rubbed warmth into them. The faint buzz of the town’s early risers filled the background: soft conversations, the distant hammering from the workshop, the gentle whinny of horses as they were prepped for the day. The familiar scent of hay and leather lingered in the cold air, grounding you in the fragile normalcy Jackson offered—a normalcy you hadn’t dared dream of until you arrived.

But today, even the comfort of routine couldn’t shake the knot in your stomach. As you neared the stables, your heart sank. She was already there.

Ellie was bent over Shimmer’s saddle, adjusting the straps with the same sharp efficiency that had become her signature in recent weeks. She didn’t notice you at first, or if she did, she didn’t show it. Her posture was tense, her movements brisk, like she was bracing herself for something—or someone.

It hadn’t always been this way. When you first arrived, she had been one of the first to welcome you. Shared jokes, easy smiles, and a camaraderie that felt like it could withstand anything. You two were growing, growing into something more than just friends. When suddenly Ellie had become cold and angry, leaving you hurt and confused.

“Morning,” Dina’s voice broke through your thoughts, cheerful as ever. She led her horse by the reins, her presence a welcome distraction.

“Hey,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Ready for this?”

“Always,” she said, her grin infectious. Behind her, Jesse appeared, his easygoing nature a stark contrast to the tension radiating from Ellie.

“Let’s make this quick,” Jesse said. “They’re making pork belly tonight, and I’m not missing that for the world.”

You laughed, but the warmth didn’t last. Ellie finally looked up, her green eyes flicking over you for the briefest moment before snapping back to her work. “Guess they allow everyone on supply runs now," she muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You stiffened, your fingers tightening on your reins. Dina shot you an apologetic glance. “Play nice, Ellie. It’s too early for this.”

Ellie shrugged, mounting Shimmer without another word. The group moved out, the clop of hooves on frozen ground filling the silence.

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The path out of Jackson was quiet. Frost clung to the trees, glittering in the morning light, and your breath puffed out in small clouds as you rode. Dina and Jesse kept the conversation light, talking about patrol schedules and the latest gossip from town. You stayed quiet, your eyes on the trail ahead, but your mind was elsewhere.

Ellie’s hostility gnawed at you. It wasn’t just the cold remarks or the way she avoided your gaze. It was the loss of what you’d had before—the easy camaraderie, the shared smiles, the feeling that you could count on each other. Now, every interaction felt like walking on broken glass. No matter how hard you tried, Ellie wouldn’t hear it.

“So,” Dina said, turning in her saddle to look at you, “you up for a bonfire tonight? It’s been a while since we had one.”

You shrugged. “Is it going to end like last time? Up in flames.”

Jesse snorted. “I’ll never late Nate live that down. What a clutz.”

Dina laughed. “Eugene promised to never give him a joint again.”

Ellie’s voice cut through the lighthearted banter like a blade. “Focus on the job, this isn’t playtime.”

The smile slipped from Dina’s face, and she exchanged a quick glance with Jesse. You tightened your grip on the reins, the familiar frustration bubbling up inside you.

“We’re allowed to talk, Ellie,” you said, keeping your tone even. “It doesn’t mean we’re not paying attention.”

Ellie turned her head slightly, just enough for you to see the edge of her scowl. “Whatever. Just don’t screw this up.”

“I won’t if you don’t,” you shot back before you could stop yourself.

The silence that followed was heavier than the morning chill. Dina cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. “So, uh, anyone remember where we’re headed first?”

Ellie’s eyes stayed on the trail ahead. “There’s an old convenience store a few miles out. Might still have something useful.”

You bit your tongue, swallowing the retort that was on the tip of your tongue. This run was going to be long enough without adding more fuel to the fire. Jesse and Dina didn’t deserve it, they already put up with the two of you for the past couple of weeks.

Dina was the one who tried her hardest to get the two of you to work it out. All she was able to manage was to get the two of you on somewhat speaking terms. Said speaking terms were usually just sarcastic remarks and full blown arguments. But… It was progress.

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By the time you reached the convenience store, the sun was higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. The building was half-collapsed, its windows shattered and its sign faded to near illegibility. Weeds grew unchecked through the concrete, and the faint smell of rot lingered in the air.

“Looks promising,” Jesse said sarcastically, dismounting his horse.

“We’ll split up,” Ellie said, tying Shimmer to a post near the entrance. “Dina, you’re with Jesse. We’ll take the other side.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Dina gave you a warning look, shaking her head slightly. Reluctantly, you nodded and followed Ellie into the crumbling building.

Inside the convenience store, the air was thick with decay. Dust hung in the faint shafts of light filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. Shelves lay toppled, their contents strewn across the floor, long since picked clean by scavengers.

Ellie’s flashlight cut through the dimness ahead, her silence heavier than the gloom. You followed, your own light darting over the shadows, your grip on your weapon tight. The oppressive quiet between you felt like a second danger, one just as likely to strike as whatever lurked in the dark.

“Find anything?” Ellie’s voice broke the silence, sharp and impatient.

“Not yet,” you replied evenly, though your irritation simmered beneath the surface.

She huffed. “Figures.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. “What is your problem?”

Ellie whirled to face you, her flashlight beam momentarily blinding. “My problem? You’re the one who—” She cut herself off, her jaw clenching.

“Say it,” you challenged, stepping closer. “Whatever it is, just say it.”

Ellie’s jaw tightened, her knuckles white against the flashlight. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Well just try me.”

Her eyes burned with anger, but before she could respond, a guttural growl sent chills racing down your spine. Both of you froze, your weapons snapping up as the sound grew louder. A clicker.

You and Ellie exchanged a glance, all hostility forgotten in the face of danger. Without a word, she gestured for you to hide. You hesitated, not wanting to split up, but there was no time to argue.

The clicker stumbled into view, its grotesque form illuminated by your flashlight. You quickly circled around, trying to stay quiet as Ellie moved to flank it. But then your backpack brushed against a shelf, sending a can tumbling to the floor.

The sound was deafening in the silence. The clicker screeched and lunged, its grotesque maw snapping inches from your face. You screamed, scrambling backward as its claws tore at your jacket. Panic overtook you, your hands fumbling for your knife as the creature pinned you to the ground.

The world blurred in a frenzy of movement and noise. Ellie’s voice shouted something you couldn’t make out. Just as the clicker’s teeth lunged toward your neck, a gunshot rang out, its head jerking violently before collapsing on top of you. Blood splattered your face, the coppery tang filling your senses.

Ellie stood above you, gun smoking, her face twisted in fury. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You shoved the clicker off, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “I was trying—”

“Trying to get yourself killed?” she snapped. “You can’t ever just listen, can you?”

Her words hit like a slap. You climbed to your feet, anger flaring in your chest. “Are you kidding me? It was an accident, Ellie. I didn’t mean for that to happen—”

“Don’t.” She cut you off, stepping closer. “You never mean for anything to happen, and yet somehow, it always does. And guess who has to clean up the mess? Me.”

You wiped the blood off your face, your hands trembling. “What are you even talking about? I seriously don't understand why you're mad at me right now. Maybe you should’ve let it kill me.”

“Maybe I should have,” Ellie shot back, but the moment the words left her mouth, her jaw tightened like she regretted it.

You froze, her words sinking in like ice. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Ellie’s nostrils flared. “What’s wrong with me?” Her voice cracked, raw and sharp. “Are you serious? You don’t get to play the victim here.”

You roll your eyes in frustration,“Victim? What are- God, just explain it to me!”

You stepped closer, refusing to back down. “Because I’m done guessing! One minute we’re fine, and the next you’re treating me like I’m some burden you can’t get rid of fast enough!”

“You are a burden!” Ellie snapped. The words came out too fast, too loud, and her face paled as soon as she said them.

You recoiled, her words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. “Wow. Glad we cleared that up.”

Ellie shook her head, her voice quieter but still sharp. “You don’t get it.”

“Then make me get it! Stop dancing around whatever this is, and just tell me! Why are you so angry? Because at this point, you're just being angry to be angry.”

She looked at you then, her eyes blazing with something you couldn’t quite name—anger, hurt, fear. But instead of answering, she shook her head and turned away. “Forget it.”

“Ellie!”

“No!” She spun back around, her voice rising again. “Just drop it, okay? We have a job to do. That’s all this is.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “You don’t get to just walk away from this.”

Ellie’s expression hardened. “Watch me.” She turned and stormed down the aisle, her boots crunching over broken glass.

You stood there for a moment, your chest heaving as you tried to pull yourself together. But you weren’t done with this—not by a long shot.

“This isn’t over,” you muttered, grabbing the nearest can off the shelf and shoving it into your pack before following her.

The rest of the search passed in tense silence, both of you working quickly but avoiding each other’s eyes. By the time you pushed through the doors into the daylight, Dina and Jesse were already there, their horses loaded up. Dina waved, her expression faltering when she saw the tension still etched into both your faces.

“Find anything good?” Jesse asked, clearly trying to keep things light.

Ellie shoved her pack onto her horse. “Nope.”

You tossed your own bag into the saddle and mounted up, not even looking in her direction.

Dina leaned in, whispering, “You two good?”

You forced a smile. “Peachy.”

Ellie didn’t say a word as the group rode back toward Jackson, but you could feel her presence like a weight pressing against you. Whatever this was between you—it wasn’t finished. Not even close.

[fadingdaggerr]

Hi, could i request a melissa schemmenti x firefighter!reader. I absolutely found melissa in 2x15 bloody adorable, so i would think she would melt if she were to see reader on the job or in uniform (like getting ready to go to work and melissa catches them before they leave the house sort of thing). It could be an established relationship or not, totally up to you, just thought this would be a super cute idea.

I feel like there could be more firefighter!reader stuff but at this point, i’ve read all of melissa schemmenti stories and i’m desperate for more, so i’ll take anything 🫠.

p.s. I love all of your stories and the way you write 💕💕

- 🩵

simmer

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! melissa very much appreciates r’s firefighting uniform, quite a lot

warnings: fluff, suggestive comments, mel and r are just obsessed w each other

note: i went back and forth a few times on this, but i hope you like it. also everything i know about firefighting is from station 19 so it’s probably wrong but we’re here to be gay not correct

your alarm pierced your eardrums, pulling you violently from a deep and comfortable sleep. you reached haphazardly to turn off the alarm, burying your face back into your pillow with a groan. soft lips press between your shoulder blades, nails caressing your sides. if only staying in bed was an option. your head lifted off the pillow, turning to face melissa behind you. she has to be too beautiful to be real, you thought inwardly.

melissa leaned forward, catching your lips with hers. she relished in the way you pressed into her, blindly pushing yourself into her as much as you possibly could. she wishes you didn’t have to go in today, it was a saturday, a no-school day. but being the lieutenant under captain robinson meant when the fire chief came to visit, you had to be there to run the crew. one, two, three more pecks were placed to her lips before you pulled away, to both of your dismays.

she propped herself up against the headboard as she watched you mill about before you head into the shower. melissa often found herself admiring you when you weren’t looking, green eyes tracing your face, watching your hands as they moved when you spoke. she indulged herself in the view of you and your company.

when you emerged from the bathroom, your phone was pressed between your shoulder and ear. melissa could see the irritation radiating off of you as you grumbled with whoever was on the other line. she finds herself annoyed with them as well, peeved that they are taking away her time with you.

“so i have to pull up in turnouts instead of changing when i get there like a normal person… for what reason?” you ask as you dig through the dresser for a pair of boot socks. of course, captain robinson called you. he trusted you enough to lead the crew, but not enough to just let you do your job. melissa laughs as you turn around and face her with dead eyes and a slacked jaw before you speak again, “yessir, black turnouts. i’ll see you next week. yes. yes. mhm, yeah, bye.”

“did he just call you to tell you to wear clothes?” melissa asks in a joking tone, watching you in the reflection of your mirror.

you laugh as you apply your moisturizer, “pretty much. he said since i’m in charge today, i have to be ready before the crew.”

melissa was admittedly giddy about the whole prospect. she’d seen you in your formal attire when you were promoted from driver engineer to lieutenant last year, and congratulate you she did, all night long. she had been selfishly waiting for the day you came home in your turnouts, just so she could rip them off of you.

her eyes followed you as you grabbed a fitted, black t-shirt from the drawer, then as you pulled an extra pair of turnout pants from the closet. melissa watched intently as you dressed, focused as you pulled the shirt over your head, tucking it into the pants, leaving maroon suspenders hanging down. her mind was blank within seconds, only thing bouncing around was the image of you. she hardly registered you turning around, catching the dazed look across her face. in fact, she didn’t notice anything until you were mere centimeters from her.

“whatcha looking at gorgeous?” you ask with a sly smile on your lips, relishing in the way melissa’s cheeks bloom with redness.

she blinks a couple times, “nothing.”

“nothing? nothing at all?” you ask, leaning even closer to her. melissa was rendered speechless by you, the hand on her thigh drawing little shapes over the sheets, your eyes staring into hers with a mischievous glint. everything you did and said was a personal aphrodisiac for the redhead, but this uniform was altogether something else. no one had ever had this sort of effect on her, and now she’s blushing like a pre-teen at a boy band concert.

melissa only had enough wherewithal to nod at your question. no matter what you did or said she would never admit out loud how much you affected her, how much she craves the feeling you give her with just one look. her eyes shut briefly as your hand rises to tuck hair behind her ear, warming her face impossibly more.

“knock it off,” she mumbled, leaning into your palm that rested against her cheek.

your thumb stroked her soft skin with a chuckle, “i’m just sitting here, mel.”

“you’re so…” she huffs, only getting a confused look in response. “fucking look at you,” she almost yells, placing her hands over her face with embarrassment.

she hears the light laughter that leaves you, then feels you pulling her wrists as a way to get her hands off her face. you’re only half-successful and speak anyways, “i didn’t think turnouts would have the melissa schemmenti blushing like a fool.”

melissa wishes her heart didn’t soar when you laughed as she smacked your shoulder. anyone else who’d have the guts point this out would have to move to another planet to escape her wrath, but here you were, leaning into her even when she scowled. you pressed a kiss to her nose before rising off the bed again to finish getting ready.

as you walked back to the bathroom, melissa followed and stood behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist as you brushed your teeth. her nose tucked into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your body wash and the smell that was uniquely you. her hands slowly moved up and down your torso, attempting to untuck your shirt and slide her hands underneath. you turned in her arms, halting her actions with a small, non-threatening glare.

“you are ravishing,” melissa says quiet tone, her eyes scanning over your features before dipping down to look at your clothing.

your cheeks warm under her affection, heart rapidly beating from just looking at her. leaving for work had never been harder, not when she was looking at you, touching you, like this. melissa knew the effect she had on you, the same way you knew of yours on her.

you cup her face in your hands, cherishing the beauty of her, “you can ravish me as much as you’d like when i get home.”

“don’t you wanna stay home with me, lieutenant?” she asked with a deeper tone, dripping in lust. you held back a groan at her words, wanting more than anything to take her up on the offer. she leans in, lips just a hair from your, “pretty please?”

you meet her in a sweet kiss, not letting her devilish tongue persuade you. nothing sounded better than spending a day in bed with melissa, to have the tv on and be so enraptured with one another that it fades away. when you pull away from her lips you whisper, “i want nothing more, but i have to go to work. i’ll be home before dinner, i promise.”

leaving melissa’s arms felt like being torn from like her, but if you didn’t leave now, you’d never leave again. she was a temptress of the highest order, you were sure of it. ignoring the looks and lingering touches she left behind as she ‘helped’ you collect your things. your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards you as you started for the front door.

“i will be home at four thirty-six exactly. once i walk through that door, i am all yours,” you say to her, staring into big green eyes that were begging you to come back to bed.

“all mine?”

“completely and entirely,” you say, punctuating your sentence with a long kiss to soft lips. pulling away hurt your heart, but you had to. she caught your hand before you turned away, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, letting go with pursed lips.

“i love you,” she says as she leans against the doorway.

you turn back to her, “i love you more. i’ll see you at four thirty-six.”

“four thirty-six,” she replies as she reluctantly shuts the door.

it was going to be a long and hard day, but any day that melissa schemmenti was waiting for you at home was a good day.

sorry this was shorter than usual i was having a hard time with this one for… no reason??

feedback appreciated as always <3

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 5

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 906

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), Hurt Comfort, Crying, Not Edited, Hangover (again, I’ve never even had a full beer. So this is probably not realistic 🤷‍♀️), Liquid Tylenol (self indulgent, but I personally struggle with swallowing pills. Any thing other than my iron pills is liquid 🫠), mentions of a dead sibling/toxic family, birthday stuff

A/N: I have over 100 photos/videos from the hozier concert… it took so long to find the Chris pics 🙃.

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

Pain. Excruciating pain all throughout my skull and body. I reach out and realize that Chris isn’t in the bed with me. When I finally muster up the strength to open my eyes I see a bottle of water, liquid Tylenol, and a note on the nightstand.

Out filming with the boys, I’ll be back soon. I got you the liquid Tylenol, I know you struggle with pills (especially if you’re nauseous). Make sure you drink plenty of water, and try to eat something :)

I quickly take the accurate dose of Tylenol, nearly in tears about the fact that he remembered my struggle to swallow pills. My hands shake as I lift the water to my lips, my mouth feeling dryer than the Nevada deserts. The thought of eating right now made my stomach churn. I rolled over, and tried to imagine Chris holding me. As much as it sucks, it’s the only way that I can sleep at this point.

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Chris’s POV

I hated leaving her alone this morning, but our video is supposed to go up at 6:00 today and we hadn’t even filmed it yet. I left her a little note with some pain meds and water, I honestly hope that she didn’t wake up yet. The thought of her waking up disoriented, without me there is one that I’ve been trying to push to the back of my mind.

“dude, she’s fine. We’re almost home, and she probably just rolled over and went back to sleep if she did wake up.” I look at nick when he says it. I know he’s probably right, but it doesn’t stop the incessant bouncing of my legs.

I finally decide to change the subject to something that I’ve been thinking about for a while. “What are we doing for her birthday?” I know she doesn’t celebrate her birthday usually, but I think she deserves a celebration. Nick and Matt both make faces at me, conveying my thoughts. “Listen, I know that she doesn’t celebrate, and I understand why… but I want to make her feel loved, we’re basically the only family that she has.”

“we’ve tried to do birthday stuff with her…” Matt starts, staring straight ahead. “I promise you, she’ll just cry.”

Before the conversation can continue, we pull up to the house. I’m out of the car before Matt can even get the keys out of the ignition, and I’m up the stairs in no time. When I open the door she’s laying peacefully on her side, the water bottle is empty and the Tylenol has been opened.

she looks so peaceful. Her hair falls gracefully across her face, and her arms wrap around her body. As I get closer I notice something odd about the way she’s lying.

there are obvious tear tracks down her face, and he’s holding herself tight… it resembles the way that I hold her.

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Y/N’s POV

I feel hands on my face before I register the fact that I even fell asleep. Soft hands, brushing the hair from my face and pulling me gently from my slumber.

“Hey baby” that when my eyes open. There he is, crouching in front of me. Chris. “There she is.” He’s practically giggling, which makes me smile.

I sit up quickly, making myself a bit dizzy. He just holds me upright, a slight look of worry in his eyes.

Suddenly his hands are on my face again, wiping away my tears. He wasn’t supposed to see that, he can’t know that I cried myself to sleep because he wasn’t there to hold me. That’s not allowed when you’re fake dating someone, you aren’t allowed to need them this much.

“”“”“”“”“”

I can’t get out of Chris’s bed. I no longer sleep in my own, and as soon as I opened my eyes this morning I regretted it. For a moment, right when I woke up, I felt like it was going to be a normal day… but then I saw the date when I opened my phone.

I contemplate trying to sleep through the day, when I hear the door creak open. I roll over to see Chris balancing a personal sized cake in one hand, and a ballon that says “20” in the other.

I’m crying before he can even make halfway to the bed. As soon as he sees me crying he rushes to set the cake down and comfort me.

“I know baby” there it is again, even when we’re alone it slips out sometimes. I live for the moments that I can pretend that he loves me too. “I know you don’t really celebrate, and I understand why, but I also think that you deserve to feel cared for and celebrated by the family around you.”

now I’m crying even harder.

I hate today, partially because it reminds me of my brother, but also because I feel like I’m not allowed to be happy on a day that centers around him. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to celebrate, my parents practically refused to acknowledge me on my birthday after his death.

“Here, I had nick get your favorite flavor” he shows me the cake that was formerly sitting on the nightstand. He places two candles into the cake before lighting them. “Make a wish.”

I wish that this wasn’t fake, that someone could actually love me as much as Chris pretends to.

“”“”“”“”“”

@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann

[luvyunjinxo]

since we’re talking ab gip!yunjin and gip!sakura jiji, they both would also be the shyest around yn skdmsmdms, they can’t even peek at a bare shoulder without having to hide themselves behind a pillow 🫠

omg thank you for that thought its one of the realest things I've heard today 🥹.

BUT IKR LIKE, what if you guys were at an award show or something and they run into the one and only Y/n .. they would freak out for sure and start ranting to each other how shy you make them because to them you're so stunning.

And bonus points right after the show, they would get off to your videos and them thinking of scenarios, it's just the cutest. But they know that once they face you again they're not even gonna be able to look at you for 0000000.1 seconds. They would repeat what they did though<3.

[tightjeansjavi]

Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 13

“I can’t breathe”

Joel Miller x f!o/c

A/N: I couldn’t pick just one gif for this chapter 🫠 sorry, not sorry. Also, I support Joel Millers rights, and his wrongs.

Summary: 20 years have passed since out-break day. Joel hasn’t heard from his younger brother Tommy in 3 weeks. He’s terrified of the thought of losing the last member of his family. You’re afraid that you’re losing him entirely.

~word count: 5.8k~

Warnings: implied age gap, established relationship, so much fucking angst I’m so sorry. Swearing, mean! joel, protective! joel, dark! joel, possessive, joel!, violent actions have violent consequences! joel, fluff (if you squint and use a damn magnifying glass) gaslighting, arguing, brief mentions of death, graphic violence with a knife, feelings, emotions, anger, rage, (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“i can’t breathe” by Bea Miller

“Poison & Wine” by The Civil Wars

“exile” by T-Swift & Bon Iver

“As It Was” by Hozier

“Rage” by Samantha Margret

“I’m a Mess” by Ed Sheeran

“Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Tame Impala

“How to disappear” by Lana Del Ray

“Arms Of A Stranger” by Niall Horan

“Till Forever Falls Apart” by Ashe, FINNEAS

Year 2023. 20 years after out-break day : Boston QZ

Joel Miller always struggled dealing with loss of any kind. It started with losing Sarah. The grief, anger, anguish he felt in the last moments he had with her while she faded in his arms. He didn’t want to go on after that. What the fuck was the point when the world had fucking ripped his baby girl from his arms. He struggled with the possibility of losing you. Seeing you nearly bleed out on the kitchen table, his hands stained with your blood. It was too fucking much. If you would have died that night, surely he would meet his end shortly after. He knew the feeling all too well.

For the past two years, shit had been pretty sweet. Almost, too sweet. You refused to let yourself get caught up in the possibility of things going south with Joel. You wanted to live in every fucking moment you had with him. Carefree, happy, in love. You knew deep down that this wouldn’t last. You would have been naive if you believed nothing would ever come between you and Joel. The fucked up world you lived in, and the horrors that existed within, would always be there. Haunting you.

You trusted Joel with your life. He had given no reason for you to not put your full devotion into him. In more ways than one, you had saved each other. That trust mattered so fucking much to you. You were loyal to a fault. It was your fatal flaw.

Joel had been contacting his brother frequently. Tommy was the last of Joel’s blood and he would be damned if he would end up losing him too. Joel didn’t like when he felt like he had no control over a situation. It drove him up a fucking wall, devoured him skin and flesh till only his brittle bones were left. The fear of losing those he loved deeply, was constantly on his mind.

Joel had not heard from Tommy in three weeks. Three fucking weeks. He went and checked with the radio guy everyday. It was the same response of “we’re talking to the tower everyday. Nothing from Tommy.” This was not good enough for Joel. He needed to know that his younger brother was safe, that he was alive and well. Why the fuck wasn’t he responding? His mind instantly went to the worst possible outcome; Tommy being dead. It’s all he could think about.

Today with him he brought freshly rolled cigarettes, carefully tucked away in his coat pocket. He wanted answers, and he intended to get them, one way or another. He wasted no time to cut the line of other QZ residents waiting to send their message out. He didn’t care. He found himself with his elbow leaning over a rusted metal shelf. His patience was growing thin as he stood there, looming. He had a habit of playing with his fingers, picking at the dry skin around his cuticles, till they would crack and bleed. You had taken notice that he was doing this frequently now.

When it was finally his turn, he wasted no time to walk over. Plopping down into the chair with a thud as he reached into his jacket pocket and slid over the rolled cigarettes, his elbow resting along the worn wood.

“Nothin? Is there any chance it’s comin’in at night? You’re sleepin, you miss it?” Joel asked.

“When I’m sleeping, Gabriela listens, or my son.” The man spoke as he lit the cigarette, tossing the lighter to the side as he took a short inhale. The tip of the cigarette burning bright orange. “If Tommy responded, we’d know.”

Joel didn’t like the answers he was receiving. Not one fuckin bit. There had to be more information, there just had to be.

“And you’re talkin’ to the tower?”

“Every day, Joel.”

Bullshit is what he thought.

“They gave him your message, they haven’t seen or heard from him since, and that’s it.”

Lies.

“It’s been three fuckin weeks. It’s never taken Tommy more than a day to respond. Do you get that? Cause i’m startin’ to think that you ain’t seein’ the problem here.”

The man sighed, leaning forward as he held the cigarette off to the side, the smoke billowing upwards. “Joel, I'm sure Tommy is alright.”

“Show me where the tower is.”

“Joel, you can’t be serious. The tower is in Wyoming. You’re a capable guy, but there are worse things than infected out there.”

“You think I don’t fuckin realize that?” He scoffed. Crossing his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching tightly as he ground his teeth together.

“There are raiders, there’s slavers…” He trailed off.

“But you’re “sure” Tommy’s okay? Joel asked, his brow raised.

“It’s, uh, it’s the Cody tower…Q-bar 4, but I don’t know exactly–”

Joel was already up from his chair and leaving. He got the information he needed, now to devise a plan, leave the QZ, and find Tommy.

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Joel had no plan. No fuckin clue how he was going to get to Wyoming, but he would be damned if he didnt try. He was well aware that he wasn’t spending a lot of time with you these days. You both were working shit FEDRA jobs. Different hours, and by the time either of you would make it home, you both were too exhausted to speak.

You had known for the past few weeks that something was up with Joel. You didn’t want to pry, or make him feel like he had to tell you what was bothering him. You wanted him to come to you, tell you himself exactly what was going on. You couldn’t deny the fact that not knowing what was going on, was hurting you. It felt like he was purposely pushing you away. You didn't want to assume the worst of your lover, but it was hard not to when he was stumbling in hours past curfew, piss drunk. He would sleep with his back facing you. You wondered if this was exactly the way Tess had felt when she realized she was losing him.

You were barely sleeping most nights. Always waiting up for him, waiting for his return. You’d pretend to be asleep when the bed would dip down from his weight on it. You’d secretly pray that he’d wrap you up in his warm, strong arms finally. The moment never came and you felt so cold, so empty. You bottled it up, allowing it to devour you from the inside out.

One particular night, Joel had come stumbling in, a bottle of half drank whiskey in his grasp. He was high off something. Whatever pills he could get on. Pills that he had smuggled in for ration cards. He didn’t give a damn about his next meal. He just wanted to numb his feelings. Bury them so fuckin deep, that you, his sunlight, would never be able to reach them.

You could hear the sound of his keys clanking on the kitchen table. The front door locking shut. Then, his footsteps. His boots were heavy on the creaky floorboards. You heard his approach just outside the bedroom door, could hear his mumbling as he pushed it open, revealing your curled up form under the covers. The moonlight from the window casting a soft glow against your face. You looked beautiful, you always did.

You could hear his staggered, heavy steps. The bed dipped down beside you as he slowly sank down, the bottle of whiskey held between his knees as he leaned over and whispered, “you awake?”

You let out a sigh as you rolled over so you were facing him. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you watched him bring the rim of the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig. “Am now.”

He was reaching for you immediately, tugging the covers that enclosed you from him.

“I need you baby, my sweet girl. Please, please, please.”

“Need to feel you.”

“Need to feel your skin on mine.”

“Please.”

“Please, baby. I’ll make you feel so fuckin good. I got you, you got me, Remember?”

He sounded half broken, teetering on the edge from the whiskey on his tongue, and the impending thoughts of losing the only person left in his blood family.

You sat up, grasping the covers between your fingers as he tried to tug them from your grasp.

“Joel, what’s wrong? What happened?” You spoke on the edge of caution given his intoxicated state.

“No. don’t wanna talk. Don’t wanna feel anythin ‘cept you.”

“Joel, you’re drunk and clearly upset over something–”

He cut you off. “M’sober enough to know that the only thing I want right now, is you. You gonna deny me that, sweet girl?” He slurred.

You found yourself at a loss for words. Your eyes focused on the bottle clutched his grasp, his knuckles turning white from the tight hold he had on the bottle. For a moment, you were afraid that it would shatter in his palm. He looked at you, his dark brown eyes glazed over, emotion swirling behind his darkened pupils. He brought the rim of the bottle up to his lips, taking another long swig as he stared through you. The look he gave you sent an un-welcomed chill down your spine.

You reached for the bottle, not wanting him to use liquor to cope with whatever it was that he was actively going through. You brought your hand around his wrist as you gently pried his fingers from the tight grasp they had on the bottle. He didn’t move to stop you as you took the bottle from him, placing it down on the nightstand, next to your knife, and far from his reach. You had kept the flower crown that you made him 2 years ago. The flowers were wilted and dried, but the memory remained. Alongside was the polaroid photo of you and Joel in the field of wildflowers. Now, just another distant memory.

“Enough of that, okay? I know the liquor is good. I know it helps, I know it brings you comfort, but you’re not gonna sit here and hide from me, okay? Please, Joel. Tell me what’s going on. Let me help you, please.”

“S’okay. Can just get another bottle. M’not gonna fight you. Love you too much to do somethin like that. Would be hurtin myself in the process, more than I already have.”

You were reaching for his face, gently sliding your warm palms around his cheeks. Your thumbs were lightly stroking the highest points of his cheek bones. He averted his eyes from your gaze then. He didn’t want you to see him like this. Anger started to simmer, bubble, blister in the pit of his stomach. You shouldn’t be taking care of him like this. He should be taking care of you. He was supposed to be the strong one, the tough one, the protector. Especially now. He didn't believe that he deserved your comfort, not now. Not when he was like this, a shell of a man.

“You don’t want me like this, honey? You don’t want me anymore?” He spoke with a low drawl, his words slurring together.

“Joel, don’t start with that. You damn well know that’s not true.”

“Then why can’t you give me what I want? I ain’t askin’ for much. Why can’t you give that to me? Why won’t you let me? You’re breakin’ my fuckin’ heart baby.”

“You’re drunk, Joel. I can fuckin taste the whiskey on your breath from here. I’m not gonna take advantage of you when you're in this state. Do you hear me? You deserve so much fuckin more than that.” You tried to coax him to look at you, dragging your fingers against his jaw, but he wouldn’t budge.

He scoffed under his breath, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “Since when has a little liquor stopped us, huh? Sweet girl, just tell me that you don’t want me anymore. S’okay, I can take it. I can handle it. Gotta leave this shit hole soon anyway.” He admitted.

“Those times were different Joel, and you know it.” You continued to gently hold his face, hoping that somehow you could get through to him. “Please stop saying that I don’t want you. That’s fuckin bull, and if you’re gonna act like a fuckin asshole right now–What’re you talking about leaving?”

“Tommy. I haven’t heard from Tommy in three fuckin weeks. He could be dead for all I know. He could be fuckin’ dead, and I ain’t gonna sit here and not do somethin’ about it. I found out that the radio tower is in Wyoming. I’m gonna trade some shit for a car battery, find a truck outside the QZ, and I'm gonna go find him.”

You let out a deep, slow sigh when Joel finally told you the reason why he was piss drunk and acting this way. Maybe you hadn’t lost him after all. Maybe, just maybe.

“You’re not going alone Joel. You’re not going to Wyoming by your fucking self. Don’t think for a second that i’m going to let you go on a suicide mission like that.”

Joel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, his head dropping between your hands for a moment before he lifted it slightly to look up at you. “It ain’t your fuckin choice to make ‘darlin.” You’re not gonna stop me, and I ain’t leavin’ my fuckin’ brother out there Gwen. You just don’t fuckin get it, do you?” His tone was harsh, jagged and laced with venom. He placed his hands over your small ones and ripped them from his face as he staggered up from the bedside.

“I never said I was going to stop you Joel. All I said was that you’re not fucking going alone. The fuck do you mean I don’t get it? What don’t I understand?” Your heart clenched in on itself from how he was speaking to you. You felt like a cornered animal, fearful of what was to come next. Teeth bared, snarling, with fear stricken eyes.

“You ain’t have any family left to understand.” He knew he struck a nerve with you just by the way your face immediately fell. You were visibly taken aback. His words sliced through you, cutting your heart up into tiny pieces, piercing your lungs.

“Fuck you. How fucking dare you–” You paused with your hands balling up in fists at your sides. “I may not have any fucking family left Joel, but that doesn’t mean that you get to stand there and tell me that I don’t understand what you’re going through.”

His jaw clenched harshly through the soft, casting moonlight. His own hands were at his sides, balled up in fists. All he wanted was your comfort. He nearly begged for it, but you wouldn’t give in. Why wouldn’t you give in? Let him bury his feelings away, deep between your legs. Your denial etched deep into him, reaching the cavern of his heart. He’d never force you, never would dare harm you.

He never learned how to handle loss well. He found it so easy to slip back into his old patterns. They welcomed him in with tender touches, warm whispers, as darkness enclosed around his heart.

His boots were heavy on the creaky floorboards as he took a few steps towards you. He didn’t speak, and he refused to meet your eyes as he reached around you, snatching the bottle back up from the nightstand. For a brief moment, he thought about giving in. Apologizing for being so mean, so cruel. Allow himself to crumple in your lap, and soak his heavy tears against your chest.

He didn’t want that. He wanted to suffer through his feelings, alone.

“Joel..” Your voice was hesitant, timid, nervous. There were tears already threatening to spill over as you struggled to hold them at bay.

He didn’t say a word. Even as your hand reached out for his wrist, eyes pleading with him. He didn’t give in. He was already walking back to the open doorway, bringing the bottle up to his lips as he took another painful swig.

“Why are you doing this? Baby, why won’t you let me help you? Please…you don’t have to go through this alone. I got you, you got me, always. Remember?”

“M’sleepin on the couch.” He finally responded. “Want to be alone, and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t follow me.”

“Joel…”

“You fuckin deaf or somethin ‘darlin?” I said, leave.me.alone.”

Your emotions boiled over, tears blurring your vision as you reached for your knife on the nightstand. Gripping the familiar handle in your grasp. in one swift movement, you threw your knife at the door, purposely missing his head. The blade embedded into the worn, paint peeled door. The edge of the blade just barely grazed his ear, drawing blood from the thin skin. You had warm tears streaming down your cheekbones, your breaths heavy as Joel looked at you, stunned.

He reached his hand up, brushing his finger tip against his ear, feeling a cool wetness. He brought his finger down, observing the droplets of maroon against his skin. He chuckled, amusement in his tone.

“You missed.”

He yanked your knife from the door.

“It was on purpose Joel. You damn well know how good my aim is.”

He hummed lightly as he twirled the knife with ease. “You picture stickin’ me between the eyes when you threw it?”

“No. I imagined it nailing you in the fucking heart, you asshole.”

“Ouch. That really hurts, sweet girl.” He twirled it once more, looking at your broken, beautiful face. His presence was no longer looming in the doorway. He was gone.

You did not see Joel Miller for the next 4 days. You counted every single fucking one of them.

You waited up for him each night, praying he would come home, he didn’t. Night four you were worried something had happened to him. Your spiraling mind immediately goes to the worst possible outcome; Joel, dead in a ditch somewhere. Second outcome, he found someone else. Someone that wasn’t you. No. There was no fucking way he found someone. He would never. You kept telling yourself that neither outcome was true. It was hours past curfew, the streets were quiet as you packed your bag. Grabbing your spare knife, and pistol. You were wearing one of his flannels as you headed out into the darkness of night to find him.

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*one day prior*

Joel was pissed. (surprise, surprise). He was furious with himself, and you. Mostly himself, for being a goddamn fucking asshole. It was easy to continue to drink the pain away, numb all his feelings. Maybe he could consume so much fucking liquor, he could forget what your face looked like.

That was a laughable thought to have. You were unforgettable. Mother fucker, were you so goddamn unforgettable. The worst part? He was reminded of how cruel he was to you each time he looked down at your stupid fucking knife. The handle was well worn, but when he saw your initials carved into the thick wood, he lost it. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

He needed something, someone, to let his anger explode out on.

All it took was two QZ residents to look at him the wrong way. Long enough that he didn’t even think of the consequences of his actions. Fuck the consequences. Fuck FEDRA, fuck the Firefly’s, fuck the infected, and fuck this world.

He followed the two suckers down an alley, hearing them laughing about god knows what. He recognized them. One of the fuckers had given Tess and Bea dirty looks for holding hands in the community center. The other? Had the hots for you. Unashamedly would check you out while you were working alongside Joel. Two excuses for human beings is all he saw as he crept down the alley. His footsteps were light, quiet, unheard.

He had only meant to teach them a lesson. Rough ‘em up a bit. Cuts, bruises, black eye maybe a broken wrist, or two. Then he heard the one guy say your name. Joel Miller was seeing red. These fuckers didn’t stand a chance. Your knife in his grasp as he spilled the filth of their crimson blood along the concrete.

It was a reckless decision, spur of the moment, and fueled by his rage. He would pay the brutal consequences of his actions, shortly after.

The tip of his knife was dripping with the congealed blood of his victims. His breaths, heavy and jagged as he came to his senses.

Too late.

“Fuck.”

Shouting, FEDRA soldiers, the wind whipping in his ears as he ran.

Had he left the crime scene quicker, he probably would have escaped. Not only was he out past curfew, but he had just brutally murdered two QZ residents. Whoops.

It didn’t take long for the FEDRA fucks to catch him, rough him up, and throw him in lockup. His life was spared simply for the fact that he had two of the soldiers wrapped around his finger, all because of a packet of pills.

The amount of liquor in his system numbed his pain receptors. He couldn’t feel shit as he was thrown into a cell.

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*present time*

You were incredibly cautious as you headed out onto the dark streets. You knew your decision to go looking for Joel past curfew, was a reckless one. Did you care? Not one fucking bit.

You flattened your back against a crumbling brick wall as two FEDRA soldiers passed, talking amongst each other.

“You know he doesn’t deserve to live, right? You saw what he did, man. There was so much fuckin blood.”

“He’ll get what’s coming for him eventually. If we kill him, who the hell is gonna keep getting us high?”

“Fair point.”

You were silent as their footsteps sounded further and further away. You knew they were talking about Joel; your Joel. You let out a soft breath as you crept from your hiding place. Joel had killed two people; fact. Joel was also alive, and that’s all you could think about now.

You knew exactly where Joel would be. So you waited outside the building, silently devising a plan for how you were going to bust him out of there, before FEDRA could change their mind.

Your silent thoughts were interrupted when you heard a heavy metal door creak open, the sound of a grunt, followed by a thud of a body hitting the concrete. You knew right away that it was Joel.

He was pulling himself up from the concrete, staggering to his feet and by his posture alone, you could tell he was in pain. “Motherfucker.” He grunted to himself.

You made your presence known as you appeared from behind the wall. He didn’t see you at first, but when he heard stray rocks crunching beneath boots, he was on high alert.

“Joel.”

He whipped around, nearly giving himself whiplash from the fast movement. Your voice was all too distinguishable.

“What in god’s fucking name are you doin’ out here?!” He was already walking towards you, his eyes locked on yours.

“Are you fuckin’ insane ‘darlin? Or are you just fuckin’ stupid?” He continued, waiting for you to flinch from his tone, or take a step back. You did neither.

“You tryin’ to get your ass thrown in lockup too?! Fuckin’ answer me Gwen!”

He was close enough now that you could see his split upper lip, ugly purple and blue bruising along his beautiful jaw, and his black eye. In a fury, you had grabbed his face in your palms gently, searching his eyes.

“Who the fuck did this to you?”

He was taken aback by your gentle touch, he expected you to be rough on him from the way he treated you, but you were the complete fucking opposite.

“Who fucking did this to you Joel?!” You harshly whispered.

He chuckled as he looked into your eyes, “FEDRA. Got thrown in lockup, obviously. Now answer me. What the fuck are you–”

You cut him off, ignoring his question. You knew the answer as to why he was thrown in lockup. You wanted to hear it from his own mouth, in his words.

“What the fuck did you do to get thrown in lockup?” You demanded.

He sneered at you. His face hurt from the movement but he didn’t care.

“Wouldn’t you like to know ‘darlin.”

You let go of his face and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, harshly yanking it.

“Yeah, cowboy. I would fuckin like to know.”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face as he spoke, “killed a couple of fuckers with your knife. Felt fuckin good. Thought of you as their blood spilled out on the fuckin’ concrete. Thought of you the whole time baby.” He spat.

You didn’t even skip a fucking beat from his confession. You already knew the truth after all, and there was no reason for you to be shocked.

“Yeah? You thought of me? Did they deserve it?”

“Didn’t like the way they were lookin’ at me. Wanted to teach ‘em a lesson, and I got carried away. One of ‘em gave Beatrix a dirty look for holdin’ Tess’s hand a while back. The other? He had the hots for you. Always lookin’ at you, checkin’ you out. They both deserved it.”

“Y’know you can’t just go and kill people cause they looked at you the wrong way Joel.”

“I know, but I'd be lyin’ to your face if I told ya it didn’t feel good. They were scumbags, and they had it ‘comin.”

“Did you really have to go and kill them with my knife though?” You asked, your hands were still gripping the collar of his shirt tightly.

“Considerin’ you threw it at my fuckin’ head, yeah. Felt poetic.”

You let out a sigh, loosening your grip on him slightly, your anger was still simmering.

“You gonna’ answer my question now? Gonna’ tell me why in the hell you’re out here past fuckin’ curfew nonetheless?”

“You haven’t come home in 4 fuckin days Joel. I was worried that something had happened. That you were fucking dead in a goddamn ditch somewhere. I’m perfectly aware of the consequences of being out past curfew, Joel. I don’t care about the consequences. I just had to make sure that you were okay.”

He was in disbelief. His brows were furrowed in as you explained yourself.

“What’re you doin’ givin’ a fuck about me after the way I treated you, sweet girl. What is fuckin’ wrong with you? You shoulda’ been wishin’, prayin’ that I was dead.”

You laughed, your voice cracking slightly because how could this man be so fucking stupid?

“What makes you think that I wouldn’t care? You think that I can just erase you that easily, Joel? You think for a second that I wouldn’t fucking come looking for you?”

He opened his mouth to speak, no words were formed, he looked like a fucking blubbering fish.

“Save it. I don’t want to hear you say some bullshit about how I deserve better. I’m too good for you, blah blah blah. Fucking swallow those words right now Joel.”

He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together.

“Yes ma'am.” He whispered.

You wasted no time grabbing his hand, taking him back home, despite his protests.

The shower started shortly after you arrived home. Your movements were slow, gentle, careful as you removed his shirt from the hem. You found new scars blooming on his beautiful skin. Despite the fact that you were emotionally hurt by this man, you refused to let him suffer alone. You pressed a light kiss to his soft tummy, just above the navel.

“Baby Doll, what’re you–”

“Shuddup Joel.”

You tossed his shirt to the side before you undid his belt buckle, listening to the clanking of metal as you carefully shimmied his jeans down his legs with his boxers. You kept your gaze locked on his eyes as you discarded his clothes. You ignored the feeling of his hands along your waist, his own touch was delicate, comforting. You pushed his hands off of you as you gestured to the shower.

“Get in.”

“Gwen, please–”

“Get in the fucking shower Joel.”

He let out a pained sigh, bringing his hands down to his sides as he stepped under the cold stream of water. It felt like knives and needles stabbing into his back all at once.

You were already turning on your heel, attempting to leave till his hand reached out, wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you under the stream with him.

“Joel what the fuck are you doing–”

“Please. Please, darlin’ don’t go. Please, I'm sorry.” He begged, his tone rasping.

Your clothes were already being soaked through as he pulled you into his chest, holding you firmly against him.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You let out a sigh, slowly turning around in his arms so you were facing him.

“Apologies are not going to fix this Joel.”

“I know honey, I know. I promise I will make it up to you.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you reached around him and grabbed what was left of the bar of soap. You gently wiped away the dirt, dried blood, and filth from his skin. You let him hold you, but you refused to fully give in. He was smart enough, respectful enough, to not try anything funny.

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The nightmares started shortly after you brought Joel back home. Each night they got worse and it killed you inside to see him suffer like this. You were torn up. Joel had hurt you, you hurt him and it was beginning to feel like a vicious, endless cycle.

On this particular night, it was storming. The wind howled as the heavy rain pelted against the windows. Flashes of bright, white lighting struck against the black sky, and rumbles of thunder followed shortly after. You could hear Joel mumbling in his sleep, his back facing you. He mumbled Sarah’s name, Tommy. His tone was strained, pained. “You’re okay. Please, you’re okay. Move your hand, baby.” “Tommy, help me!” He was twitching under the covers, his body was trembling, there was cold sweat dripping down his bare back, chest, and forehead.

You wanted to pretend that you couldn’t hear his mumbles, his pained cries for his dead daughter and assumably alive brother. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block him out entirely, but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop caring about this man.

You rolled over so you were facing his back and placed your hand between his shoulder blades. Your fingers splayed across his sweat soaked skin.

“Joel. Baby, wake up.” You whispered.

You received no response, even as you gently shook him.

“Joel. wake up, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.”

You shook him once more, a little firmer this time and he suddenly shot up from under the covers. His eyes were wide, frantic as he looked around. His wild gaze finally landed on you. His chest was rising and falling harshly, his nostrils flared and he looked like he was in a daze.

“Joel. Hey, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

He was reaching for you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he yanked you to his chest, pulling you into his lap.

Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his hips as you brought your hands up to his face, gently holding his cheeks in your warm palms, while his sweaty forehead rested against yours.

“Sarah..she–she. My baby girl–”

“I know baby..I'm sorry.” You gently stroked your thumbs against his cheekbones as his tears began to freely fall, his body still trembling under your gentle grasp.

“Tommy he–he.”

“He’s alive Joel. I promise you, he’s alive.”

“We don’t know. We–we don’t. He’s all I have left of my family. He’s the only one left.”

“I know he is Joel. I know, and I understand. You’re safe, and you don’t need to go through this alone. Okay? I know how you feel right now baby. I felt the same things you are feeling right now, after they died.”

He pulled back slightly, his brows furrowed in as he looked at you.

“Tell me how they died, please. I-I–want to know.”

“I had to kill them, Joel; My parents. It was just the three of us at one point. I was twenty. Came home one day, everything seemed normal. We were sitting around the dinner table and they were..something was off. They had this..this dead look in their eyes. They weren’t talking and then, I just knew. I fucking knew they were infected. I had no time to mourn Joel. They lunged at me and I took my knife, and killed them. Their only child, their only daughter, killed them. I left Michigan after that. Left the ranch, left my home, and never returned.”

Joel was at a loss for words. He could not even begin to fathom what you had gone through. He felt entirely guilty for saying that you couldn’t understand what he was going through. You knew his pain all too well. He held you as close as he physically could. His grip around your waist was firm, yet gentle. God, he felt terrible.

“Honey, baby, I'm so sorry..I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

“Joel, please do not feel sorry for me. Okay? I did what I had to do to survive. It was either me, or them. I was left with no other choice.”

“I don’t care, my sweet girl. You should have never had to go through that.”

“I endured it, Joel. I mourned, I moved on. Ran right into you. The point is, you shouldn’t feel alone. You don’t have to be, okay? Please don’t push me away. I know how easy it is to dig yourself into a hole, let the walls cave in. I know exactly what you’re feeling, and I am right here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“We have to do somethin’ I can’t just leave him out there Gwen.”

“I know. That’s why you and I are going to go look for Tommy, together. We’re gonna get that car battery, leave the QZ, and go to Wyoming. I’ll go anywhere with you. I got you, you got me, always.”

He took a deep breath, while he allowed your words, and the significance they held, wash over him.

He gave you a small nod, stroking his thumbs along the soft skin of your lower back.

“You got me, I got you, always.”

It was true, you’d follow Joel Miller, your fellow, your guy, anywhere.

Chapter 14:

[sevensdeadly-if]

Hey 🫠 just popping on, I’m sure you guys have seen my other posts. I try to not get to real or serious and keep things mostly game related and light hearted. Just wanted to chat: I know everything seems shitty right now and low key it kind of is. We’ll get through it though. We always do. If anything just make it through out of sheer spite. That’s what I’m doing. Take a bit though to breathe. I myself took off work today to just breathe. Just do what you can to make it through this. Stay safe and just continue voting no matter what. It might seem pointless but that’s how a difference is made. Stay protesting, write letters sign petitions, anything that makes a change. Again it’s shitty right now. We’ll get through it though, we always do. We’re stubborn bitches like that. If anyone needs to talk or share fears and thoughts my box is open so are my dm’s.

Remember stay safe, stay stubborn. Love to everyone 💙

[5and3nevermind]

https://www.tumblr.com/5and3nevermind/755987537931141120/my-delulu-moment-of-the-year-is-believing-that

I’ve always thought 2016 too but last year I was kind of like maybe it was together but without any serious pressure due to stress of work life etc. I feel like after yoongi’s surgery its like something solidified and became long term.

2022 and 2023 there was just something so open but still private of them, if that makes sense? Like there's so many good moments from just last year. The live when jimin went to show support for the tour is a fave. And I loved deun-deun so much which just to me highlighted how valued they are to each other.

Hi anon! One thing that makes it difficult (and wonderful) is that I really do think the feelings were there from the beginning. Those feelings might not have been acted on or acknowledged…but I do think they were emotionally invested in each other (and attracted to each other) from very early on. So, in a way, we’re searching for the start of something when in reality it might have just always been there. (Does this even make sense? Please tell me it does. 😂)

I was looking at some 2016 yoonmin moments earlier today, and so many of them were not platonic, in my opinion.

On the other hand, I agree that 2022-2023 seemed particularly special. Some of their moments were unprecedented. I mean, Jimin dedicating BST to Yoongi: “Take them all hyung-nim.” How else should we interpret that? What are the other possibilities? Was he joking? He sure didn’t look like he was joking to me. Did he mean it platonically? Among the lyrics to that song: “my blood sweat and tears, my last dance, take it away” (Jimin) and “kiss me on the lips, a secret just between the two of us, deeply poisoned by the prison of you, I cannot worship anyone but you, I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank from it anyway” (Yoongi)*. Call me crazy, but I can’t view that in a platonic way. I just can’t.

There are certain patterns and certain types of moments we see repeated over the years, but the BST dedication was truly one of a kind.

Even if we decide that moment is a big deal, where does that leave us? Was it a big deal because they’d just started dating after years of pining? Or was it a big deal because it was their sixth anniversary?

There are so many questions people ask themselves when it comes to ships: who made the first move, who fell harder? etc, etc. But for me, the timeline issue is the most intriguing. We have hundreds and hundreds of puzzle pieces; it seems like we ought to be able to find a definitive answer in there somewhere, yet…here we are. I’ve been a yoonminer for four years and I’m still sorting everything. Luckily, it’s fun!

*🫠🫠🫠

[introvertedlass]

Oh boy, so much to say, so much to say.

I’ve sat back and watched and pondered this situation.

I refuse to believe Chris Evans wasn’t aware of the privilege of his particular celebrity before all of this.

The man accidentally releases his junk to the world and his FANS and others felt compelled to help him, why because majority of the people had this endearment for him like they currently do for Brenden Fraser, although Chris could never compare to that wonderful man, especially not now.

My point is he was fully aware that when he messed up or did something that caused outrage within his fan base to immediately post a picture of Dodger, it’s an inside joke that when he puts his foot in his mouth or wants to divert attention elsewhere, people go….”we’re going to get a Dodger post in 3….2….1.”

So, this man who should’ve been mercilessly roasted for leaking his own dick pic and called all sorts of names like attention whore, idiot, etc, was then coddled on various talk shows, his pic was mostly hidden and then it was over in less than a week. People felt the need to step in and help his situation based on his image and public perception.

So, this same man and/or his team thought it would be a “brilliant” idea to use said fans in a PR tactic for some unknown actress?! Way to drop the ball. See this is why in the beginning I was thinking ….”did this man fall in love with a 25yr old” because WHY would you ruin a damn near perfect image, then with all the hoopla that’s happened I switched to PR and then to WTF?! 🤣

Now I heard today he’s playing the father to a 23 yr old in an upcoming movie…..when your fandom has more sense than you I just don’t know what to say.

Going forward he’s never going to live this down, people will forever bring this up in comment sections for the remainder of his career. So I have no idea what the endgame was for this.

This year started as Chris Evans the actor who is working filming various movies that everyone was so excited about, to him finally getting SMA and in a matter of two months he went from…..😍 to 🤮.

He gaslit his own fandom a fandom who genuinely wanted to see him win and reach his fullest potential in his professional and personal life, but I guess Marvel and Disney should get an award for doing a damn good job at hiding his true character. You don’t use people. All of this might not be a big deal to him now, but wait until it starts affecting his pockets.

In Chris’ own words…..”YOU IDIOT!” 🫠….you definitely made this emoji infamous now. 😭😂

#ask

*note this is not my opinion, just sharing sharing someone's perspective.

[carlottawllms]

I'M HOMEEEE

AM I READY? NO

„It’s all your fault we’re in this situation now.”, Mason growled as he pushed your back against the locked door. “This is your fault, y/n.” WELL MOUNT, I THINK IT'S YOUR FAULT 😌

You had no idea where you were as you’d simply been forced to follow him through the building, eyes constantly dragging up and down his mostly naked body, until he’d pulled you into some random room. AHHAHAHA POOR GIRL

In between heavy kisses, his hands roamed your body, touching you everywhere and the fact that it was dark, and you could barely see him only heightened the desire currently running through your veins. I'M ALREADY GASPING

“I would’ve done the shoot and gone home, but no, you have to sit here in your fucking short skirt and give me those eyes, knowing fully well what it does to me.” OPS, WELL YOU ARE WEARING A PAOR OF BOXERS SO IT'S MORE OF YOUR FAULT 🤗

It was messy and hectic, but both of you knew you didn’t have much time and for some reason it made it all even hotter. The idea of fucking Mason in a random room with the danger of being caught any second as he was supposed to shoot some sort of underwear advertisement built up the excitement in your stomach and from the way he was constantly rutting his hard dick against your hip you could tell he felt the same. OMG CARLOTTA 🥵

“You ready baby? I know your pussy is, but I still need your words.” HE IS CUTE

“Oh I will, baby. I’ll have you seeing stars in no time.”🫠🫠🫠 I HAVE NO DOUBTS

“Fuck you feel so fucking good, y/n.” Mason dropped his head in the crook of your neck for a moment as he had to fight the urge to cum right on the spot. “You’re so fucking tight.” THE FACT HE HASN'T EVEN STARTED AND IS ALREADY DONE😂😭 MASON MOUNT I KNOW YOU'RE AT YOUR WOMAN FEETS

“Oh my god.”, he sighed, head falling into the crook of your neck. “That was…” A LOT🥵

For a moment, you just stood there, holding each other and sharing soft kisses, but it wasn’t long until you heard people outside, probably looking for their model of the day. OH BABIES

“I’m afraid I have to go back.”, he mumbled, pulling away reluctantly before thinking of something that had fallen from the back of his mind in all his horniness. “Fuck, I don’t have anything to clean you up. I can see if I find something and bring-“ I LOVE THAT MAN BYEEEE

“You sure?” LOVE🩷

Once he’d pulled out and put his boxers back on, he searched for you in the dark again. Grabbing your face in between his hands he dipped down and kissed you softly. “See you in a bit. Love you.” “Love you, too.”  

THEY ARE CUTE, AREN'T THEYYYY😭

CARLOTTA CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT? THANK YOU😌🩷

THAT WAS EOW, I THIK WE ALL THOUGHT ABOUT THAT AFTER TODAYS MATERIAL

SO THANK YOU FOR PUTTING OUT THOUGHTS IN AN ACTUAL FIC

YOU'RE AMAZING LOVE🩷

THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR THAT NEW MASTERPIECE 🩷🩷

I swear your feedback makes me giggle so much. I just love it and I look forward to it every time 😭🩷

Also I might or might not have already written about 3K for a new fic and that one has some hot scenes in there too 🙊🙊

[rexismycopilot]

Babes let me tell you the last few days at work have been an entire shit show I’m like literally can’t even so I’m here to tell you about my thoughts on Anakin and Obi wan at the gym

Listen the 24 hour gym is literally free serotonin hit at literally any time of the day how ever many times you want in a day for ten dollars a fucking month. Like Anakin gets hooked on going all the time quickly (especially because he gets horny after the gym and Obi wan is always horny for him especially after the gym and who’s passing up orgasm serotonin on top of gym serotonin? Not Anakin.)

Obi wan isn’t always free to go to the gym whenever he wants to go so anakin ropes Ayala into going. There are these TikToks of friends going to the gym with the sound of “He might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dick was eleven inches” while working out and that is them. Like mind ya business and keep your headphones on the gym is for gossip and gains babes

If they get a home gym anakin is not allowed a shirt to work out in. And he has to wear his cage because core work outs are regular. (Listen maybe this is too kinky? Idk but obi wan just sitting there watching anakin do his work outs. Anakin getting more and more squirmy cause he can see Obi wan’s dick getting harder just from watching and it’s making anakin feel so desperate but he has to keep doing his work out so daddy can get off because he likes watching his boy work out)

And a POOL Like I said Anakin on the Beach rights but Anakin by the Pool rights as well. Especially when he lifts himself up and he’s just dripping water like a green god all tanned skin and lighter hair, because fucking hell anakin spends a shit ton of time out side now and his hair is lighter and his skin is darker and it makes obi wan feral (anakin taped a design right where his swim trunks land on his waist and now he has a little sun there thats paler than the rest of his skin and obi wan has yet to recover come that Christmas)

But since we’re at the pool Obi wan does burn he stays in the shade while anakin splashes in the water but that doesn’t stop the Freckles. Anakin has to hold back dropping to his knees every second of the damn summer because his daddy’s shoulders are speckled to high heaven and there’s even some across his nose that use to be so light and now they’re prominent and his daddy just looks so good

They obviously end up fucking in the pool probably late at night? Or maybe when they know their neighbors are on vacation

Oh wait! I thought of this today while stretching with my friend.

Anakin hates stretching after or before workouts his daddy has a hard line about stretching and warming up once he realizes that it could cause an injury or cramps if you don’t and he makes anakin do it by himself, but he always helps anakin stretch after (at home) because one it’s an excuse to tease anakin with firm touches to sensitive areas and “I don’t know why you’re acting like this anakin I’m just helping you stretch out.” But during the whole thirty seconds obi wan is pushing his right knee up to his chest his other hand is gently smoothing back and forth closer and closer to his cock and hole. Anakin is panting and whimpering a pleading for obi wan to please please please fuck him.

Okay, I know this ask has a lot of great ideas in it, but my mind decided to 100% focus on the pool.

I don't know why I never thought of them having a pool (probably because it's pretty rare where I live where it's just cold all the damn time)

OKAY BUT Anakin spending a lot of time spending and outside and Obi-Wan diligently applying sunscreen and watching Anakin from his poolside chair as he reads. ripriprip rex 🫠

And also, the freckles that Obi-Wan would get!!! Omg! I'm losing my mind. Also at the late night pool sex. Also at Obi-Wan watching Anakin clean the pool.

Now onto the gym ideas!! My brain has also latched on to Aayla and Anakin going to the gym together! Two besties working out together, complaining, being silly.

And Anakin gets to take all that home to Obi-Wan 🥺 And also, imagine how proud Plo would be too because working out is supposedly good for mental health (i call bs because to me working out is actual torture, but maybe it'll go better for Anakin lmao)

but also Obi-Wan making anakin do a bunch of pushups while Obi-Wan just casually jerks off and anakin is not allowed to stop until he physically can't anymore