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a spoiler alert for the movie would be nice 🫠

I feel so lost and disconnected from the majority of people who complain about Materialists and Dakota's character choosing Chris' over Pedro's. Just now I came across a reel where a girl was talking about how Chris' character has no ambition and is broke and it really irritated me in a very specific way. Mainly because it's a lie. Chris' character does very much have ambition - it's acting. Just because he's not making any money doesn't mean he is a bum with no ambition who lays around the whole day. On the contrary - he works odd jobs to survive so he can continue acting. Is that not the definition of true ambition?

And all in all, it's alarming how the majority of women are giving Dakota's character shit for not going with Pedro when she clearly says there is no love there. Like I get it, part of this is because everyone is obsessed w Pedro but Pedro's character is NOT him. Just because some people would rather live a loveless marriage but be financially stable versus have love but have to struggle financially from time to time does not make it the correct choice! And if you think that being with a rich guy will automatically make you love him, then - I hate to break it to you - that's not love you are talking about, not really.

The whole point of the film is trying to make is to not reduce people to their assets and features and yet nobody seems to have understood any of it.

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help there's an academic article about the fedal handhold at roger's retirement

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Austria is next

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i wanna be so disgustingly and obviously in love that it annoys people lmao

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Oh, I'm gonna miss you forever, pedro's Joel Miller.

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where you go ill go, by ladysomething on ao3

Max and Charles both dressed in those Verstappen.com racing suits would look so hot. Or maybe I'm just thinking that because I want to see Charles with Verstappen all over his body.

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Judging by the photos from the F1 movie premier I don't think Max would have been allowed to go anyway, I don't think he owns any clothes that were baggy enough for whatever the dress code was!

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If this is too hard to read, imagine living it.

No one’s talking about Palestine anymore.

The airstrikes aren’t trending. The rubble isn’t photogenic enough. The activists that were dragged off the streets in Israel and locked away for demanding an end to genocide? No one’s asking about them. No headlines. No hashtags. They’ve been swallowed up by the silence.

This is what happens when it’s no longer fashionable to care.

People forget. Not because it stopped happening—but because it stopped being new.

Palestine is still burning.

Children are still buried beneath cement.

Families are still counting the bodies of loved ones, day after day after day.

But if it’s not flashing across someone’s feed with a Spotify playlist and a neutral-toned infographic, it doesn’t exist to them.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, ICE is dragging people out of their homes.

Mothers. Fathers. Queer immigrants. Children.

Detained. Disappeared. Forgotten.

And the influencers? The ones who had so much to say in 2020? Silent.

Too busy filming “day in my life” videos in $300 activewear to talk about actual people being deported in their own neighborhoods.

Too worried about brand deals and algorithms to mention the fact that there are literal raids happening right now.

Not a whisper.

They’ll wear a shirt that says “Be Kind” but they won’t say “Free Palestine.”

They’ll make a TikTok about “good energy” while someone gets shoved into a van down the street.

They’ll post about self-love but not about state violence.

Because comfort is addictive.

Because platforms become prisons.

Because caring too loudly is “bad for engagement.”

And the media? Complicit.

Newsrooms have gone quiet. Gaza isn’t headline-worthy anymore.

It’s too “messy,” too “controversial,” too “draining.”

It doesn’t sell ad space like the Met Gala does.

But you know what?

It’s not too messy for the people living it.

It’s not too draining for the children who can’t sleep because of the drones.

It’s not too complicated for the people ICE is ripping from their families in LA.

So no—this isn’t easy to read. It’s not supposed to be.

If it’s hard to scroll through this, imagine living it. Imagine surviving it. Imagine waking up every single day knowing the world will move on without you, while you are still grieving, still resisting, still screaming into a void that only echoes back silence.

If you have a platform, use it. If you have a voice, raise it.

And if you choose not to—

Don’t pretend you care.

Don’t wear the shirt.

Don’t post the rainbow.

Don’t light the candle.

Don’t tweet about mental health or kindness or “allyship” if you won’t talk about deportations, if you won’t say Palestine, if you won’t name the violence you benefit from.

This isn’t about what’s trending.

This is about who’s dying while you scroll past it.

And no, you can’t look away forever. One day, that silence will come for you, too.

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mi querida val

i don't know how to start this piece, but let's try with: thank you! you're blast!

i read collide in 3 nights and i couldn't drop my phone, its was almost 3 in the morning and i was so attached to the story i had to force myself to go to sleep; those past few weeks i was caught on a terrible reading hangover, nothing got my attention until i was scrolling through this app trying to find some good ellie fics and there it was, your work and wow

at first i was expecting ellie to be some sort of piece of shit — wich, respectfully, she is a little, but not in the way i was expecting, but in the human way, addiction is a bitch, i saw it with my mom in first hand and i still do, and i know how difficult it is for us (the people who love and care) to deal with the other side and you nailed it; ellie feels so touchable and i got so attached to your version of her

i loved ellie's relationship with joel, i almost vried so many times it got a little embarrassing for myself, you caught all the pieces who made a father-daughter relationship so complex, and cruel, and loving, and beautiful and it must be because im my dad's girl and he's my super hero but that hit a very especial place inside my mind — and my heart

you're a genius! i don't know you but i can say for sure you're a blast, no one who could write that piece of art could be less than a blast

please keep feeding us with snippets and pieces of lore and your thoughts and everything!!

sincerely and with a lots of love, gia

mi querida gia 🥺

i just read your message three times over, clutching my chest like a victorian widow

i don’t even know where to begin. your words are so kind and so generous and so open, and the fact that you trusted me with a little piece of your story, about your mom, about your dad, i’m holding that so softly in my hands, i promise. thank you for sharing that with me.

what you said about ellie? is exactly how i tried to make everyone see her. not perfect. not awful. just real. someone who fucks up again and again but still wants to be better. someone who ruined everything and still loves so fiercely it burns. and joel. god, JOEL. writing their bond broke me in the most loving way. it means the world that it resonated with you, because i think so many of us know what it’s like to look at a parent and see both the hero and the human. the weight of that… it’s heavy. it’s holy.

and YOU. calling me a blast!!! saying i’m a genius!! you don’t know what that means to me, seriously. some days i wonder if the story still matters, if the grief and love and pain inside Collide still reach anyone. and then i get a message like this, and suddenly i feel so seen, so connected, so full of love for this tiny, chaotic, hurting, hopeful little community we’ve built.

people like you make this whole thing shine.

thank you for reading. thank you for feeling. thank you for writing this. with all my love, valentina 💋

ps: gia is such a GORGEOUS name

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fueling the fire until we combust | ellie williams x f!reader

an: i was picturing hbo!ellie for reasons that im obsessed with bella and because im dying for more hbo!ellie fanfictions, but feel free to imagine the ellie you want to, there's no physical description of the reader other than long hair, a nipple piercing and tattoos. lower case is intentional.

trigger warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering (e!receiving/r!receiving), tribbing, drugs (weed smoking), drinking, oral (e!receiving/r!receiving), afab!reader, no plot, just vibes.

word count: 4.1k

you and ellie weren't strangers to each other. very the opposite, to be fair. you went to the same college, attended the same parties, drank at the same bar, shared some classes where you sat side by side, and you were also buying weed from ellie for the past year and a half. so, you weren't strangers.

but you're also weren't friends.

you we're… acquainted with each other.

you knew how ellie smelled? yes, she sat side by side with you in your physics II class, every friday, from 9 to 11 in the morning. ellie's perfume was something that haunted your thoughts, it was a mixture of sandalwood and something fresh, alongside the leather scent of her jacket and every once in a while she smelled like the weed you knew she smoked. and there was also the fact that the tattoo artist who did her arm tattoo was the same one who did yours, it came out at a conversation once when you were drinking outside a party and she took the recommendation very seriously. a few days later you received a pic of the new add to her arm with a “sick job, thanks for the rec” and a gift joint appeared on your table.

you also knew she was smoking hot, the kind of everything you find attractive, so, yes, you might be into her. (might not being the key word, considering all your friends called her "your woman")

and it was friday, you were earlier, and also was ellie, for a change, she was always the last person to arrive at every single class you two attended for the past two years. which were quite a few, to be honest, and ellie was never early, she was always a few minutes late.

“hey, you,” ellie said, as every friday

“hey, els”

“nice weekend?” she asked, dropping her backpack on the counter you shared for the morning.

“yeah, kinda of, you know, the usual” you dismissed, she had saw you at the delta pi party, so she knew what you were up to.

“saw you saturday at the delta pi party, are you cheating on me?” she seemed serious, which was new for her.

“what?”

“just joking, saw you smoking at the backyard and it's been a while you don't buy anything”

“oh, it was dina's joint so i was definitely not cheating on you, considering her joint is your joint els,” you smiled at her, “and also, i was sick, antibiotics and weed don't fuck with each other” but we can, if you want to, you thought.

“so dina get the chance to smoke with you and i don't? how is that fair?” ellie reached for something inside her backpack, a snack, apparently.

“if you were around by the time we were smoking we could have shared one too” you said, your pen hitting the front of the counter, erratically. ellie only hmm'd at you

“i'll keep that in mind for the next party.”

the professor arrived pretty on time, as she was used to, and as she was used to surprises too, professor smith decided that that friday especially was a good one for a surprise test. every single student inside the classroom grunted – yeah, some experiences are collectives. by the time you were able to finish that damn stupid test it was almost midday, your stomach was making loud noises and your head was pounding. just the thought of numbers and statistics and angles were enough to make you want to crawl under your blanket and sleep through the day, except it was crazy fucking hot outside and you had another class until 3pm. you saw ellie at the cafeteria with jesse and dina, she had left the classroom around 11pm and as far as you could see, her test was pretty complete.

by the end of your classes you went straight home, your roommate was used to spend the weekend with her girlfriend so you were used to have the house all by yourself, which that day was the best fucking thing. a shower and a burger later, you decided that yes, you needed to smoke one, otherwise you would go insane. that week had been heavy with all the surprise tests (3) and the essays you had to deliver (5). you scrolled through your phone until you found what you were looking for: ellie's contact, the thread of messages were all about meeting spots and the amount of weed you wanted. she answered your text a few moments later, as she was used to. as you waited for ellie, you decided to open a bottle of wine, just to chill a little bit – the weed would do the rest

fifteen minutes later, the doorman of your building called announcing that she was there, you cleared her entrance to the building and was hit immediately with the messy disaster in your living room. not even flash mode would be able to save the amount of books, paper leaves, pens, the pizza box from last night (which you shoved on the kitchen very quickly) and that stupid as fuck f1 car model from the eyes of someone who was 3 seconds away from coming into your apartment. the doorbell rang immediately after you tried to hide the hideous thing (in vain) and there she was, ellie was standing at your door wearing a… one direction shirt?

“nice shirt” you gestured at the short sleeves shirt, her tattooed arm at show

“don't mention it” she rolled her eyes, “here, rolled it for you” and there it was, the 3 joints you asked, perfectly rolled, the way ellie did every time you bought weed from her

“thanks els, do you want to come in? we can share this one” she nodded as you opened space for her, "do you want a glass of wine?"

"ill take a sip of whay you're drinking" she said back.

ellie took a 360° on your living room, her eyes gazed on the bookshelf, and then on the stars attached to the ceiling.

“that's a crazy nice apartment,” she said, making herself comfortable on your couch, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of the cheap wine you were drinking

“thanks”

“so.. are you going to light this up or are we hoping for the power of our thoughts to do it?” ellie joked, pointing at the joint you were still holding

“do you by chance happen to have a lighter?”

“i always have a lighter and you know it” it felt intimate the way she said and the way she got closer to you

by the time you lightened the joint you and ellie were knee to knee, you could practically feel her breath and scent her perfume, that delicious combination of sandalwood you were so used to and the lavender you were never able to fully identify until now. you took the first hit on the joint, ellie's weed was always exceptional, but this one was above every single one you had smoked so far. she was eyeing you expectantly.

“jesus, that's some great weed, where you got this?” she smiled at the recognition, reaching for the joint

“a dude back at my hometown grows it” she took a hit as well, longer than yours

“is your dad aware you're bringing weed from boston to new york?” it was a hidden thing that ellie was professor miller (civil engineering head professor) daughter and at the mention of her dad ellie rolled her eyes

“nope, but he isn't aware of a lot of things so it's not news” she gave it back to you, your knees still touching, “is your dad aware you're smoking weed on a friday night?”

“absolutely not” you snorted, “he would be so offended”

“why so?”

“my parents are like those liberal parents, they said my whole life that if i ever wanted to do drugs, i should come to them they would let me do it safely” chills just to think about it

“did you? went to them, i mean”

“no, i got crazy high on my first week of class and took a mdma on the first party i went, it took half a year for me to tell them that and when i did do you know what they said?”

“what?”

“we lost a bet” you quoted, “they were betting when i would do it”

“shut up” ellie laughed at it

“seriously, my mom said she had bet that it would take a year or so, my dad said a week, he won by far”

“joel was ferrari red and mumbling around the first time he caught me smoking, your parents seems a blast”

“they are, but too liberal for that, i was like 15 and my mom had a powerpoint presentation about safe sex with boy and girls ready for me” you still had nightmares with the graphics on that presentation

“oh god, that must have been awful” ellie was smiling, “joel had a nice surprise with that too, almost gave the old man a heart attack because he caught the drugs and a girl on my room when i was 17, the texan in him didn't know what to do”

“the drugs and sex at the same time, im surprise he survived” you said, your head starting to get light

“did you use it?” ellie asked, and god she was so close

“what?”

“the girls part about that presentation” was ellie… fishing for information?

“i don't know what it was on that part of the presentation, i ran away before it got there so…”

“ah” ellie shriveled a little

“i learned with life though, i don't know if my 15 self would be able to take the graphic image of woman having sex after a math test” he eyes meet yours for that

“is that so?”

“yeah, crazy first time” you dismissed it with a smile, the joint almost at the end and your head was close to the floating state

“so are you into girls?” ellie asked after a while

“are you?” everyone knew about ellie and cat (a third year from the design class), but it felt nice to tease her a little

“i thought it was obvious” she said back

“so did i but apparently it's not, so yes, im into girls” you took the last drag of the joint, discharging it on the ashtray on the center table

“nice to know” ellie said from behind you

“are you flirting with me, ellie williams?” you stared at her

“i am, for a while now, i thought it was obvious” she laughed nervously

“no you weren't”

“i was! why do you think i moved to sit with you? or why i was talking to you at every party? my flirting skills are that bad?” she covered her face with her hands

“i thought you was being nice for the sake of it” you poked her arm, “im sorry, els, but 30 seconds ago you were second guessing if i liked girls”

“i tried my shot, ok? it was fifty fifty on it, or you liked girls or you didn't so my flirting might had been compromised”

“i do”

“thank god” ellie dropped her hands on her lap

“are you going to do anything about it or this bizarre conversation was for nothing?”

“i already did, i came all the way here to bring you weed, the ball is with you know” she said, challenging you to do something, which you did

on the position the two of you were sitting on the couch, knee touching knee, it was easy to straddle her lap, and by the speed ellie's hands rested on your hips, it was somehow she was waiting for it. if earlier you could feel her breath, now you were breathing with her. your hands rested on her shoulders, moving to cup her neck, and her cheeks. your breathing heavier than mere moments ago, your lips brushing each other but not touching effectively. ellie was growing impatient, you could tell by the way her hands were roaming your lower back, alternating between your hips and your thighs, exploring inside the sides of your shorts. you decided pulling ellie out of her misery by kissing her. your lips crashed with hers with hurry and anger, your tongues meeting each other on a open mouth kiss.

and damn, ellie was a great kisser. it felt like by the time your tongues meet each other she gave up of being cordial, her hands grabbed your ass, your thighs, your hips. when breathing became a need, ellie peppered kisses all along your jaw and your neck, leaving a bruise of two in the way. she was a much more active partner than you had anticipated, and a much more vocal one, as you learned when you pulled the hair at the back of her head with a little bit more of strength. and again when you rolled your hips on hers as you were rewarded with a low moan and her hand grabbing a handful of your hair.

the couch was starting to feel small for the need growing inside of you. you wanted to feel ellie, to touch her and you wanted her to touch you as well. as your kiss became deeper and more urgent, hands hovering on her body the same way hers were exploring yours. you two were panting as you pulled away from the kiss. ellie looked disheveled, her hair out of place, her cheeks adorably pink, her breath heavy, her lips swollen.

“room?” you asked, hoping for her to say yes

“yeah” she said, “lead the way” you got out of her lap and standing in front of her you could feel how wet you already were just for a making out session on your couch. as ellie got up you couldn't hold back, you pulled her for another kiss, wich she reciprocated gladly. the two of you walked blindly from the living room to your room, hitting a table and knocking a paiting from the wall as you finally made it into your room. as you closed the door, ellie's hand pushed you into the nearest wall, her lips never leaving yours.

you reached for the hem of her shirt, which she allowed you to pull it out easily, revealing a black sport bra that, non ironically, looked crazy hot on her pale skin. her chest was the same shade of pink as her cheeks, a shoulder tattoo that you couldn't care less about what it was and firm abs that you felt like biting for a second. ellie's hands hovered inside your pj shirt, a oversized one who almost covered your thighs, her hands grabbed your waist for a second as she took the moment to pull away, looking at you. you took the opportunity to push her onto your bed and resume your initial position, straddling her lap. it was her turn to take your shirt, you were ready to a night in so you were bare under it.

“oh, fuck” ellie let a low groan as she saw the two bars on your nipples, “those were always here?” you nodded, “fuck me, im in heaven right now” she said as her mouth meet your breasts, her tongue playing with one nipple at the time, while her hand grabbed the other, her fingers pinching your very sensitive nipple, because of the piercing and the way your whole body was hot. her tongue flicked around the jewelry, sending a hot wave of pleasure straight to your core. your hands grabbed her head, fingers interlocking with her hair.

“ellie” you moaned her name for the first time in the night, and hopefully not the last.

“yeah, baby”

“i need you” you rolled your hips on her lower abdomen, the muscles there contracting

“im right here” her voice was low as her mouth found yours again as her hands went back to your waist, taking the momentum to flip you over, letting her hovering over you, “can i go down on you?”

“yes, please” she did as she said, her kisses going south, leaving marks and wet kisses on your neck, the valley between your breasts and on your hips, right on top of your tattoo, her hands reached for your shorts and your underwear, she looked at you, asking permission one more time, you nodded and it was all it took for ellie to pull the clothes off.

“you're so wet” she said and it came out more as a moan than anything, kissing your inner tight as her fingers teased your entrance. she didn't even waste time, her mouth went straight to your clit, light at first, testing your response and when you squirmed under her she took it as a green light, you felt her long fingers entering you, two at the time, that and added the feeling of her tongue on your clit made you moan, thankfully you two were alone and the other apartment on your floor was empty, otherwise you would be receiving some noise complaining very soon. her fingers pumped in and out of you, creating a delicious rhythm that alongside how sensitive weed made you were making you see stars. ellie took your moans as an incentive, she kept doing what she was doing, her free hand hold your hips down. you didn't know what to do with your hands, one grabbed the mattress and the other went to her hair, keeping her exactly where she was.

“ellie, please” you moaned, you were so close and yet it felt like your orgasm was so distant.

“im here, baby” she kept pumping her fingers, her thumb found your sensitive clit, “i’ve got you” her mouth went to your nipple once more, it was overwhelming all those feelings.

“i can't” you cried, your whole body was tense

“yes, you can baby, im right here, you're doing so nice” her fingers never faltered, you felt yourself clenching around her fingers, “that's it, give it to me” apparently, what was missing was ellie talking you through it, her voice unlocked every button inside your head, your orgasm hitted you as a truck, waves of pleasure clouding your mind, "good girl", you clenched around her fingers.

ellie fucked you through your orgasm, your inner walls helding her fingers inside of you. her mouth found yours once more, a more gentle kiss. you could feel the thin layer of sweet on your body as you wrapped your arms around ellie.

“why im naked and you're still half dressed?” you asked once your breathing calmed down

“do you want me to be naked?” ellie asked, she was laying half on top of you half on your bed

“obviously, it's my time to return the favor” you moved your body so you could straddle her again, your hands went to her belt, undoing it alongside the button of her jeans, you did the same thing she did to you, underwear and pants went directly to your bedroom floor, her bra was the last one. and there she was, laying under you, completely naked, and only the sight of her made your whole body awake again.

“fuck, ellie, you're so hot” she blushed under you, your hands touching her tenderly, goosebumps following the trail of your touch, “what do you like?” you asked, kissing her jawline and her neck

“just keep going” her voice was breathless, chest rising heavily.

your hands hovered lower, her legs opening to accommodate your body between them, you left a red mark on her left hip and on her inner thigh, peppering kisses along the way. ellie was, apparently, as weed sensitive as you, and by the time your mouth closed on her clit, she released a loud moan, her hands grabbing your hair, moving your head the way she liked it. your hands held her by her thighs, one on each side, holding her opened for you. you teased her entrance with your fingertips, looking up from between her legs as she nodded. you slipped one finger in, slowly, her inner walls were squeezing your finger crazily. you set a slow pace, trying to figure it out if it was something ellie liked it, your tongue kept playing with her clit, as you reached that spongy spot inside of her, ellie's back arched, a low moan of your name left her lips. her thighs closed around your face as her orgasm washed her.

and god, what a sight. ellie’s chest was pinkish, her breath was heavy, from your angle you could see her perfect breasts, her hands were still on your hair and she moaned when you slipped your finger out of her, gaze meeting your as you licked your finger. you made your way back to her, mouths and tongues meeting each other once more as you started to realize how much you liked kissing ellie. she could taste herself on your mouth and, to be fair, that was such a turn on. you tangled your body with ellie's, her arms wrapping around your middle and legs around yours. your hands started to play with ellie's hair, a gentle touch that made a lot of sense on that moment, especially after such urgent orgasms.

ellie took your breathing slowing to a normal rhythm as an opportunity, the worst case scenario was a no, but she hoped for a yes. her legs wrapped around your hips, your back on your bad as it was her moment to straddle your lap. her wet center wasn't resting on your lower belly, but a little lower, closer to your core, your hands went to her hips, fingers tracing the v line there, her hips moving slowly on you.

“can we?” she gestured, her cheeks still pinkish from the heat and the exercise

“yeah” yes, you could

“have you done it before?” ellie asked, her hands on your abdomen

“a couple of times”

“do you like it? we don't have to if you–” you cut ellie short with a kiss, melting into each other as you have been doing the whole night so far, it was like your bodies were made to match each other

“i want to, but you're gonna have to lead the way here, it's been a while and i don't know exactly what to do” you pecked her lips a final time, laying back again

“that's ok, i'll talk you through it baby” she moved so one of her thighs were in the middle of your legs as one other were in direct contact with your cunt, yeah, thigh riding would also be blissful, but now that ellie had set the idea inside your mind, you wanted that specifically. ellie lowered your right leg, and lifted the left one, doing the opposite, allowing your center to touch hers, and the first contact was, definitely, something. ellie adjusted herself and the friction was sending waves of pleasure from your brain to your pussy, hot waves of natural lubrication, allowing the movements ellie was doing with her hips to flow easily. you could feel how wet she was, from your mouth and from the pleasure she was feeling. your hands grabbed her waist, her hands using your abdomen to support herself. you never thought of yourself as a big tribbing fan, but with ellie you realized you were a fan, but of doing with her. your first orgasm was already enough to made you sensible, but that alongside the weed making all your extremities crazy sensitive as well made your second orgasm of the night to hit without a warning.

“give me another one, baby, im so close” ellie's voice was low, loaded with pleasure as she kept rolling her pussy on yours, her hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place, it was starting to feel overwhelming, but as you got a sight of ellie's face, how much pleasure she was feeling, how her hands felt around your hips, it was a matter of minutes until her own orgasm triggered you third of the night.

you and ellie tangled on each other, limbs almost funding, arms wrapped around her middle as she wrapped her own on your shoulders. snuggled post sex was not a huge go for you, but having ellie around your body, feeling her warm and her scent, made you feel safe, and you were sleeping in minutes.

you woke up alone the next morning. a duvet covering your naked body and no sign of ellie. you grabbed your phone to check the hour only to realize it was past midday and to see the four text messages ellie had left, which made you smile.

oh god, you were so fucked.

safe to say dinner went amazing and the dessert was even better. ellie was a great company and crazy flirting now she know you were 1) into girls and 2) into her.

her hand never left you thigh, even when she was driving, even at the dinning table at the nice italian restaurant she brought you.

she spent the night and by monday morning apparently all her friends (and yours) were aware you two had became an item.

“they're lesbians, obviously the moved fast” dina said on lunch time, “im surprised joel hadn't meet her yet, to be fair”

“you're surprised i haven't meet who yet?” it was like dina had summoned the man, professor miller was standing in front of you while his daughter had her hands on your thigh. ellie only sighed, yup, that would be a long lunch.

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Easy, baby girl. Easy, easy.

THE LAST OF US 2.06: “The Price"

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#He's her dad, i'm not fine

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2 races in spain

3 races in the usa

im so gonna ☠️

THEY KILLED MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE (imola)

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Anna Williams did not run through miles of forest nor face off with an infected with literally only a switchblade and sheer desperation all while fucking IN LABOR, then cut her daughter's umbilical cord with her own hands, clean her up, name her, love her, and hold her for hours even as she knew and felt that she was dying, prepared to stab herself with that same switchblade to save her baby, then beg her lifelong friend to take her girl somewhere safe where she could grow up happy and protected only for Marlene to fuckin sacrifice that girl, that baby she swore to her dying friend to take care of, for a shoddy at best chance to save an already irrevocably shattered world. Both the Williams ladies deserved better than that.

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My opinion is that Charles tends to defend Max to the press because he knows that he himself is just a competitive car/tight championship battle away from being on the receiving end of the same criticism.

He doesn't keep repeating 'I would have done the same in his situation' for nothing. It's fair warning as far as I am concerned.

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sir, an official “inchident” mention has hit the towers

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haven't read this one YET but im already obsessed

── BRAKING POINT ¡! ❞

pairing: f1 drivers!ellie williams & reader

synopsis: on the monaco grid, two fierce rivals prepare to race, but beneath the heat and hatred lies something more dangerous.

content: MDNI 18+ content, eventual smut, fluff, angst, swearing (lots of it), enemies to lovers, yearning, jealousy, slow burn, use of y/n, usage of alcohol, violence (note: this will be updated as i go)

word count: 1.1k

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PROLOGUE: "𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧"

There is a moment before a Formula 1 race begins — just a sliver of time — where the world holds its breath.

Engines are silent. Crowds buzz like distant electricity. The sky feels close, pressing down on you as if it knows the violence that’s about to be unleashed on the track below.

And in that breathless pocket of stillness, standing on the Monaco grid, you felt it again.

Her.

Ellie Williams. Clad in red like war incarnate. The girl with fire in her eyes and venom on her tongue. The name spat through gritted teeth in every briefing and muttered under your breath every time your highlights showed just how close she’d gotten to beating you.

You were composed — or so they said. Calm under pressure, sleek and surgical in the car, Mercedes’ shining blade. But Ellie made composure feel like a joke. She unspooled something inside you, clawed at the parts of your mind you preferred to keep locked behind race strategy and telemetry data.

And today, the tension between you crackled louder than the engines.

The streets of Monte Carlo glittered like a serpent coiled beneath the sun, too beautiful to trust. The buildings loomed close, their windows full of wealthy strangers who thought this was all champagne and spectacle. Who didn’t know what it cost to drive this hard, to chase milliseconds like they were air. Every wall in Monaco was a promise and a threat. One wrong move, and the city would bite back.

But you weren’t worried about the city. You were worried about her.

Ellie was three spots ahead on the grid, her Ferrari gleaming like blood in the light. She hadn’t looked at you yet — not directly. But you felt her presence like smoke in your lungs, curling around your ribs, waiting to catch fire. Her teammate, Dina, gave her a final nod. Her engineer leaned in with last-minute comms. But Ellie… Ellie stood there like she owned the asphalt.

Short hair stuck to the nape of her neck, wild from the heat. Freckles spilled over her skin like spilled starlight, bright against her sun-kissed face. And her eyes — green, sharp, unrelenting — were already scanning for you before the lights had even started blinking.

You used to tell yourself it was just competitiveness. You didn’t hate her, not really. You hated the way she affected you. The way she made you feel sixteen again—brash, messy, desperate to win something you couldn’t quite name.

You slipped your helmet on and blocked her out, as best you could. The darkness behind the visor was your sanctuary. It always had been. Just you, the car, the track.

And her.

Always her.

You remembered the beginning. The press played it up like drama, but there was truth buried in it. Silverstone. The incident. Ellie had gone for a gap that didn’t exist — because of course she had. Because she raced like she was trying to escape something, like the track owed her an answer to a question no one else could hear.

You’d closed the door. She’d ended up in the gravel.

The next day, she’d shoved past you in the paddock, shoulder sharp against yours, and hissed under her breath, “Hope it was worth it, Silver.”

The nickname stuck. So did the loathing.

It never let up after that. Interviews turned into sniping matches. On-track battles blurred into something almost intimate in their brutality — like two dancers locked in a rhythm too violent to be called choreography. And through it all, your team, her team, the fans, the media… everyone loved it.

Because rivalry sells.

But what they didn’t see, what even you didn’t want to admit, was that beneath the bitterness, there was something else. Something quieter. Stranger. Something that made your throat tighten in the silence of a hotel room after midnight, scrolling through media clips, watching her smile at someone else and feeling something sour bloom in your gut.

It wasn’t just hate.

You’d spent two seasons pretending it was.

Now, as the lights above the grid began their slow, steady blink—one red… two… three—you forced yourself to focus.

You weren’t here for her. You were here to win.

And yet…

Your fingers flexed on the wheel. Your breath slowed. Four lights. Five.

You knew she was watching.

You knew she could feel you just as clearly as you felt her—like two storms circling, waiting for the lightning to hit.

You weren’t friends. You weren’t even enemies in the clean sense of the word. You were something else. Something volatile. Something dangerous.

And if it ever broke containment, if you ever let the walls fall just an inch—

Well.

You weren’t sure if the crash would happen on the track… or in the dark.

But it was coming.

And some part of you—the part you’d buried under podiums and PR training—wanted it.

Badly.

And then you floored the gas.

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a/n: I'VE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE SOMETHING IN MY LIFE AHHHH I'M FANGIRLING BEHIND THE SCENES SO BAD YALL DONT EVEN KNOWWW anyways this isn't that long bc i was tryna get this out asap soo