#shut up sarah! // ooc

[thirddoctor]

I don't like the running thing of 'current companion being shocked and offended that there were previous companions' - like I'm not saying it wouldn't be a shock, and I know it's partly to show how the Doctor doesn't talk about their past or the people they've lost/left behind, but on the other hand this is a centuries old time-travelling alien, surely you'd at least consider the possibility that maybe?? They've travelled with other people before?? I didn't like it in School Reunion or any episode that addresses it since.

Yeah, I get what you mean. I think it can be interesting when used to bring the companion to the realisation that, wait, actually there were a lot of people before them and there'll probably be a lot of people after them, and it finally sinks in how old and alien the Doctor is, and how fleeting their own life and their own time with the Doctor seems in comparison (with the show then presenting the counterpoint that just because life is brief doesn't mean it can't be beautiful or meaningful). If it's just the companion being upset that, gasp, the Doctor had other friends, then it's a bit silly.

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[contradictivs]

me, who does not watch ob/x & does not plan to: I think ryder and sarah would be friends 😌

[leagueraised]

we’ve seen damian descend upon jason from the ceiling in canon

i’m just saying, @detectim better check under his bed before he goes to sleep

[songcomics]

someone tell me to go to bed and stop thinking about the quarry

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peeks in

[alcrescendo]

I'm having fun watching @bluebeatle deny the fact that she's falling for luffy

[hauntedspider]

do i wanna play genshin, kingdom hearts, or miles

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@strongenough : exists

cassie:

[ricochetingtears]

do i keep sarah raffe.rty as nancy shepherd or do i change to jessica chas.tain? 👀

[ablyg]

sarah is torturing me, and i hate her

[sunflowersteves]

singing in the shower || j.m.

pairing || pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

summary || sweet and soft mornings with joel suddenly turn to something dirty and euphoric when he joins you in the shower.

author's note || im kinda on my pedro pascal kick so please enjoy!! also dedicating this fic to @moonlight-prose because she said that joel miller is a shower sex man and i couldn't get it out of my head so go thank her for this (ily).

warnings || fluff, smut, vaginal sex, praise kink, shower sex, probably ooc joel, not canon, joel is sweet okay, [18+ only]

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The sun slowly cracked through the curtains and cascaded onto the floor, signifying the warm glow of the bright morning. You were sound asleep with your eyes sealed shut and your mouth slightly open. Soft snores echoed into the room with each exhale your chest gently heaves. 

Joel just stood by the doorframe, eyes glued to your peaceful slumber. You looked so ethereal—so beautiful.

He never wanted to let go of this sight before him. He wanted it locked into his core memory for as long as he could.

His lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile. He shifts as quietly as possible in an attempt to not disturb you. He was almost calculating his every move. Damn, he is fucking whipped for you, that’s for sure, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He is astoundingly happy to have his girls. 

A smile gently rises onto your lips as you feel Joel crawl back into bed with you. His arm looped across your side and rested his hand just below your chest. You hum as you draw your hand closer to his, squeezing his fingers gently. 

“Good mornin’, sweetheart.” Your chest fills with joy at the gruff Texan accent that reaches your ears. 

You just hum in response. Your eyes started to flutter open, and you lightly giggled at Joel’s beard tickling your neck. “Good morning, handsome.”

You turn over onto your back, which resulted in leaning into his hardened chest. His hand moves along with you until they are cupping your cheek.

He gives you a gentle kiss on your lips—one that feels full of love and adoration. Your hands reach into his hair and push through your fingers. His lips moved down to press sweet kisses on your cheek and jaw.

“Did you take Sarah to school?”

He lets out a breath that fanned up against your neck—hot and deep. He presses another kiss to your cheek and lets his senses flutter at the taste and smell of you. “Yeah, I just dropped her off.”

You couldn’t help but frown just a little bit. You always loved making her breakfast in the mornings. You loved to watch the back-and-forth banter that Joel and Sarah would give each other at the dining table while you were flipping pancakes. 

Sarah swore that your pancakes were the best she had ever tasted. She said that your recipe always beats the box kind.

“Hey.” His thumb reached down to your bottom lip. He affectionately rubs back and forth—feeling the softness of the skin. “She’ll be fine. I gave her a banana in the truck.”

You nodded, eyes locking with his before a big smile stretched across your lips. “One of us has to sleep in on my day off.”

Begrudgingly, you smiled. Only your Joel, huh. “Wake me next time, yeah?”

Your concern for Sarah made his heart palpitate against his chest. Your care and love for his daughter weren’t something he thought he would get in life. Hell, he thought he would be alone with Sarah for the rest of his life. 

But damn, he sure is surprised. 

He scratched his beard as if he was in thought, “if you think I could wake you up from what looked like the best sleep of your life, then you got one comin’, baby.”

You just roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna get in the shower. Are you coming?”

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The water streamed down your back, letting the scalding temperatures work against your tight muscles. You let out a content sigh as you ducked your head under the showerhead. Your routine showers together were always your favorite. 

You both just relaxed in each other’s arms while the entire bathroom steamed up like a sauna. It was one of the most relaxing times that the two of you shared. 

Joel reached down to grab one of the shampoo bottles. He squeezed some into his hand before gently pulling you away from the water. He turns you around and lathers the product onto his hand. 

You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when his hands burrowed into your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp, which almost feels euphoric. He smiles—his laugh lines were so prominent that if you had your eyes open, you would have swooned. 

He let out a deep chuckle—one that practically ruptured your eardrum with how low it sounded. He then guided you to the shower head, cupping a hand over your eyes so that none of the shampoos trickled down. 

You bit your lip, not even daring to tell him that you usually let your shampoo sit for a moment. You would never tell him, though—you don’t want him to stop anything that he is doing. 

He watched the water wash away all of the shampoos. A smile still plays on his lips at the sight of you relaxing with each and every touch. Everything he did was gentle and soft—nothing like the hard exterior that Joel Miller usually liked to play. 

He slowly drags you out of the stream of the water. He rests his hand on your cheek and swipes his thumb in affection—elation—all the things he holds so dear to him. 

His lips connected to yous. It was gentle and soft as his beard scratched against your cheeks. The sting that he would give to your skin each and every time his lips hit yours was by far your favorite.

Although, the kiss that was supposed to be sweet and kind quickly turned into something with a little more heat. His hands gripped your hips, pulling them closer toward his own torso.

Your entire body felt flustered from his touch, fingertips on your flustered skin, and his plump lips devouring your own.

He pulled away—just to stare at you. He needed to stare at your pretty face before reaching his hand down and fucking you with his fingers. 

And wow, you looked so sweet to him. Your mouth hung open—chest heaving up and down with impatience, and your eyes were filled with so much lust. You looked so incredibly adorable, especially when your hands went to desperately paw at his chest.

You wanted more. 

“You’ll get what you want, darlin’. Don’t you worry.” 

You could feel your walls clench around nothing from the pet name. Joel always called you something sweet—gave you a cute little nickname. But when he let his low voice click against his tongue, that is when you were absolutely done for. 

“Joel.” You say, breathless. 

He drags his index finger against the hood of your clit and swirls the sensitive area. Your hips jolt into him, making Joel’s smile curled into a smirk. “That’s it, baby, so pretty for me.”

You moan into him as he presses rough kisses against your neck—nipping and biting the thinned skin. You sounded so sweet—so pretty and hot. God, you sound so hot. He could feel his cock jump as your groans got louder. 

Your mouth parts as he starts to rub deeper and faster. Your body had already anticipated Joel fucking the living shit out of you per shower sex ritual, but this?

Oh, you never wanted it to end. 

“Please, Joel—w-want your cock.”

He lets out a breath. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Please, I need you.” You sounded so needy. 

He chuckled, “Gonna give you what you want, sweet girl. Don’t you worry.”

You wanted to beg. You wanted to mewl out his name like it was the only thing you knew. However, you couldn’t get another word in because Joel was spinning you around and pushing you against the shower wall. 

The tile felt cold against your chest. Your arms were propped up to hold the wall. His hands squeezed your sides and pressed a teasing kiss to your shoulder blade. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

You knew it wasn’t really a question. He knew it wasn’t really a question. The two of you both knew that your slick was dripping down to your thighs from the mere thought of Joel Miller. His scruffy beard, his brown eyes, his loose shirts, his never kept hair—it was enough to send you fucking wild. 

He lines his cock up to the seam of your folds before ramming into you completely. You scream out his name, hands trying to tighten around the wall to keep up. He stills just for a moment—feeling the stretch of your spongy walls.

“Fuck.” He groans. Your pussy was like heaven. He could’ve sworn his life on it. “So fuckin’ tight.”

His accent swept you off your feet as it pounded into your ears. He started to thrust into you—groaning and almost whining from the flutter of your walls. He slid in and out of you so easily, almost causing his cock to jump once more. 

He whispered your name into the air, and you repeated his back to him. His hands clenched even harder on your hips, but you don’t care. You couldn’t care. Not when he’s pounding into you so hard and fast that you practically see stars. 

The thud–thud–thud of his hips meeting your own echoed across the tiled walls, pleasure slowly rising to its peak. Your moans and screams bounced against the walls, too, and barely audible sentences were fleshed into the air.

“Joel, I-I–”

His hand wraps around your torso to pull you close to his chest. “Gonna cum? Yeah, that’s right, cum on my cock. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

He fucks into you at a different angle, causing a scream to release from your lips. You’re singing his name, over and over, as his cock never stutters into you. He’s quick. He’s rough. He’s antagonizing with each thrust into your pussy. 

“Joel—Joel, oh my god, Joel!” 

Your core squeezes and spasms against his cock—his own hips sputtering into you from the grip. The scalding sensation spurs you into dumb sentences and shaky moans. “Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” 

He let out a string of curses before he choked on his own words. His cock milks into you, spurting thick ropes of his cum right into you. Your eyes almost roll in the back of his head from being so full. 

You both stood there, breathless. Your chests were heaving up and down and your smiles were dopy and satisfied. He presses a few kisses onto your shoulder and the junction of your neck—making him hum in contentment.

“We should probably clean up.”

You shift positions, sweetly preening to one another in the process. You let out a squeal, though, when your legs go under the water.

“Joel! It’s cold!”

He peeks his head over to you and laughs.

“C’mon, you can take a cold shower, can’t ya?”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Joel Miller.”

[contradictivs]

I know next to nothing about o/bx. all I know is ryder would be thriving . probably vibe with sarah and-or john b

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Maybanks sister

Series masterlist, previous chapter

Chapter 6- you don’t need him

Summary: jj is struggling with the guilt he faces, Rafe and you help each other get through everything as always, and when Jj comes to apologize at tannyhill, how does Rafe feel?

Warnings: small short description of psychical abuse, slightly toxic!rafe, maybe ooc!jj?

“Dad! Dad-“ you shouted, desperately trying to get him off of your brother. Your shout was gut wrenching, your voice cracking and your eyes full of tears.

You finally managed to get him off, and you saw Jj staring at you, his face bloodied. His eyes struggling to stay open.

“Oh my God… Look what you fucking did! Look!” You cried, quickly getting down onto your knees next to JJ, ignoring your father behind you telling you he’s not worth it.

“It’s okay, JJ. It’s okay. You’re fine.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, wiping away the blood on his cheek and the drool that fell when his mouth hung open.

Your tears fell onto JJ, the memory forever engraved into yours and his brain. He was only 15 at that point, it was his birthday. You were 17.

You’d always protected him, always. He felt a strong sense of regret, having to fight the urge to turn back and come back to you, telling you he’s sorry. He was pulled out of the memory when someone came up behind him, a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay, man?” John B asked him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine.”

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Rafe took you to Tannyhill, the ride was quiet the whole way.

And when he got there, Ward was standing outside, police cars and boats around.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked back at Rafe. He held out an arm, telling you to stay in the car for a moment.

“I just saw Sarah.” Ward told him.

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The next days, during the sentencing for John B, you and Rafe stayed in. He had become anxious, and you were the one to calm him down every time.

He had gotten to the point of multiple panic attacks, asking questions like what if they found out or what if they caught him.

“They won’t. They won’t, Rafe.” You whispered quietly, your hands on his face, and your eyes searching his. He looked down, shaking his head to himself.

When you saw the news that John B was captured and in prison, it had calmed Rafe down a bit. But a part of you felt bad.

That was your brothers friend, your brothers friend who you practically watched grow up with him, your brothers friend who had a crush on you in his awkward acne and braces phase.

You knew that JJ was planning a way to get him out.

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“-They’re gonna eject you to the hospital. You remember cousin Ricky?”

“Cousin Ricky, the weed dealer?”

“He’s an EMT.”

“He sold us our first dime bag.”

“So? You can do both. Gig economy, bro.”

“Jesus.” John B sighed.

“Okay, but step 3 is extraction-“ Jj continued his plan.

“Times up.” Plumb spoke, interrupting the two.

“Yes, ma’am. You gotta trust me on this one.” Jj said, staring at John B. “Nothing to lose now. Eleven PM.” He stood up, and walked out.

He heard talking, when he suddenly saw a familiar face. He turned back, doing a double take, he stared out at the window, stepping closer.

He watched his father play basketball, and began banging on the door.

“Dad! Dad!”

“Let’s go.” Plumb said, grabbing him.

“Dad!”

“Let’s go.” She repeated, peeling him away from the window.

He turned back, his jaw clenched as he walked.

“I see what you did there, Plumb.”

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Rafe was speaking to his dad in the living room while you sat on the bed, texting back with your cousin.

You decided to tell him that Luke was in prison. He wasn’t very surprised. And somehow the topic went back to Jj.

“He’s an asshole, you know how he is.”

“I feel bad, tho.” You typed.

“Don’t feel bad, He’ll come back, I mean what’d you do for him to get pissed at you?”

“Pretty bad shit.”

“He’s always off doing pretty bad shit anyways. He’ll come back to you.”

“Hope so. Thanks Ricky.” You typed,

“Anytime.”

You shut off your phone, staring at the ceiling for a moment before you heard something hit the window. A rock.

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your body, then standing up and looking out to see a small figure in the yard. Was that…

“Jj?” You mumbled to yourself, opening up the window. He waved.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned, shutting the window and quickly gathering your stuff, and heading downstairs.

You opened and shut the door quietly, stepping outside and seeing JJ.

“What the fuck do you want, JJ?” You asked him, walking towards him. He stood, staring at you and back at the house behind you.

His hands were shoved in his pockets.

“You know dads in jail?”

“Yeah… so what?” You told him.

“And you didn’t think to tell me…?”

“I wanted to, J, but I couldn’t have-“

“Why? Why couldn’t you have, y/n?” His voice raising, you put your hand over his mouth.

“If any one of them hear you they’re gonna be fucking pissed. C’mon.” You mumbled, walking away from the house, but he stood there.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked again.

“Because, I thought you would blame me. I just found out not that long ago, and I didn’t know how to tell you.” You spoke, your back to him. You turned around now.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Is that why you came? To just say that?”

“No. I’m sorry. I- I said some shit back at the dock… shit I didn’t mean…” he paused. “And I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widened at his words. It was rare for him to apologize like this. It was silent for a little.

“You have to get it, that I just… why him?” He asked, referring to Rafe.

“Because he’s the one who was there for me when no one else was. He was there for me when you weren’t.”

He stayed quiet now.

“But I get why you weren’t. Looking back at it, I haven’t treated you the best either. You’re my younger brother. And I should have protected you more-“

“Don’t.” He spoke up, quietly. “You did-“

“Well, what do we have here? Maybank, don’t you know you’re trespassing?” Rafes voice interrupted, stepping down to the both of you.

You both turned around at the voice.

“I was just on my way, cupcake.” He clicked his teeth, and turned around.

Rafe was behind him quickly, a hand on his shoulder, tightly gripping it.

“Don’t come near here again.” He whispered into his ear. “I will fucking shoot you on sight.”

“Mmm.. I’ll look forward to it. I would love to stay and join your tea party… but I have some other shit to get to.”

“You have some nerve showing up here, JJ.” He shouted when he began to walk away, Jj flipping him off from behind his back.

“Rafe, he was just-“ you began.

“Do I need to remind you that he was the one who made you cry like a fuckin’ baby the other day?” He turned to you now.

You were taken aback at his words. Stepping back as he walked towards you.

“I told you, you don’t need him. Or anyone else.”

“He’s my brother, Rafe…”

“And when has he ever done anything good for you?”

You stayed silent. He walked closer, a small sigh escaping his mouth. You slightly flinched when his hands went up. They made their way to your face, cupping it.

“I’m just trying to protect you, baby. Don’t want you getting anymore hurt than you already have been by him, or anyone else.”

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[leagueraised]

see, this is why @strongenough and i get along so well

[songcomics]

sharing this poll here too

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