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📣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 📣

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

🏁 pairing : Lando Norris x Piastri!Sister!Reader

🏎️ summary: she’s oscar piastri’s little sister — sarcastic, sharp, and completely uninterested in drivers. he’s lando norris — charming, persistent, and suddenly very interested in her. she came for oscar. she didn’t plan on falling for the one person she should’ve stayed away from.

themes : fluff, flirting, angst, over protective brother, anxiety, abusive relationship

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chapter seven : that's my girl

The garage buzzed with race day energy — controlled chaos in motion, engineers barking times, tires squealing, fans screaming from the paddock fence. But to Y/N, all of it dulled when she caught sight of him.

Lando was leaning against the wall by the McLaren setup, suit half-zipped, curls still messy from the helmet he'd just tossed to the side.

He spotted her instantly. In Lando's eyes, Y/N looked ethereal no matter what she wore. Baggy jeans paired with a body hugging top along with her signature gold hoops, she was hard to miss.

And without a word, arms wide, he pulled her into a hug.

“Race day hug for good luck?” he mumbled into her hair, already grinning.

“Obviously,” she said, cheeks squishing against his chest. “I don’t want you crashing into anyone again.”

“That was once and barely a nudge,” he argued dramatically, arms tightening around her.

Y/N pulled back a bit, only for Lando to instinctively lean down and press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

It was so natural. So him.

So casual for him — and yet her heart absolutely spun out.

She blinked up at him, trying not to show anything on her face. “I’ll go say hi to Jack and Liv (Jack Doohan's girlfriend) before you charm me into staying here the whole time.”

Lando laughed, stepping aside with a playful bow. “Don’t stray too far. I need my luck charm in visual range.”

She winked as she walked off. “You just like the way I make the jeans look.”

“Guilty!” he called after her.

A few minutes later, Oscar sat silently on the pit wall, helmet in hand, eyeing the scene around him.

And then he noticed.

Lando, standing by his car, chatting casually with one of the engineers… until she approached.

A model. Tall, blonde, skin-tight dress not even pretending to be paddock appropriate. She leaned against the railing and launched straight into it.

“Hi, Lando,” she purred. “Long time no see.”

Oscar stiffened slightly, watching.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Have we… met?”

The girl laughed, twirling her hair. “We were at the same dinner after Monaco? I was with—”

“Oh right,” Lando said flatly. “You were the one who spilled wine on your own lap and blamed the waiter.” His eyes had already wandered onto the computer screen, distracted by the data.

She giggled. “Well, maybe you were a distraction.”

He blinked, deadpan. “Tragic. I’ll carry that guilt forever now won't I?.”

She stepped closer. Too close. Fingers brushed his forearm. “Are you seeing anyone right now, Lando?”

Lando’s face didn’t flinch, but his hand subtly shifted — lifting his phone off the cart next to him. He took a massive step back.

He turned the screen on and tilted it toward her, slow and pointed.

His lockscreen was a candid photo of him and Y/N, both laughing, her holding an ice cream cone, his hand behind her head as if mid-hair ruffle.

“Yeah,” he said casually. “I am.”

The girl blinked. “That’s your sister or something, right?”

“No,” he said, sharp and smiling in the most not nice way. “That’s the girl whose name I say first when something good happens. And whose number I dial when it doesn’t.”

She huffed, puffing her chest forward like it would change something. “Well, maybe she wouldn’t mind sharing—”

Lando stepped back.

“Look,” he said, tone suddenly icy. “I know the whole ‘pick me’ thing is your brand, but I’m not in the market.”

The girl scoffed. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket and brushing past her like she was invisible. “And if you ever get the urge to talk again, maybe just... don't.”

Oscar watched it all.

Every second.

The way Lando’s shoulders only relaxed when Y/N walked back toward him again. How his face lit up before he even registered the model was still standing there.

And most of all — how every single time he shut the girl down… it had nothing to do with saving face. It had everything to do with Y/N.

And Oscar, for once, didn’t know what to do with that.

-

Y/N stood near the back of the McLaren garage, tucked beside a monitor, watching engineers move like clockwork and cars rumble like thunder through the pit lane. The familiar chaos of race day normally calmed her.

But today, it only made the silence louder.

She turned just as Oscar walked past her — helmet in one hand, eyes set straight ahead, face unreadable. He didn’t stop. He didn't spare her a glance.

“Good luck, Osc,” she said softly, almost hopeful.

He didn’t look at her. Just nodded once, stiffly, and kept walking.

And for a second, that was it. Until it wasn’t.

Oscar had barely taken three more steps when something caught in his chest — a flash, unbidden and bright — a memory.

flashback - ten years ago

They were in the backyard, dirt on their knees and sweat on their faces. Little Y/N had accidentally knocked over Oscar’s new Lego spaceship — the one he’d spent hours building.

“I said don’t touch it!” ten-year-old Oscar shouted, furious, hands balled into fists.

“I was just looking!” Y/N wailed, eyes already filling with tears. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t—”

“I don’t care!” he snapped. “You ruin everything!”

Y/N’s lower lip trembled. “I said sorry!”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Oscar said, turning his back to her and storming off into the house.

Y/N stayed in the backyard, curled up in the grass, sobbing into her sleeves until their mum came out looking for her.

She didn’t eat dinner that night.

Didn’t talk at all.

And Oscar remembered sneaking into her room later, cheeks flushed with guilt, only to find her sitting silently on the bed — hugging her stuffed koala, eyes puffy and red.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to yell. Please don't cry Y/N.” he had whispered.

“I didn’t mean to break it,” she had whispered back, small and wrecked. “Please don’t stop talking to me.”

And he’d hugged her. So tightly. Like his world would collapse if he didn’t.

back to present

Oscar blinked hard.

His throat felt tight inside his helmet. That ache — that same one — buried deep in his chest again. She hadn’t cried this time, hadn’t begged him to talk.

But it was the same look.

Like it had carved her out from the inside. He exhaled sharply, took two steps back, then turned around.

Y/N was still standing there, hands clasped nervously in front of her, gaze drifting.

“Oy,” he muttered.

She looked up.

And before she could say anything, Oscar dropped his helmet to the side and wrapped his arms around her, tight.

Tighter than he had in weeks.

Y/N froze for a second, stunned, before melting into the hug with a broken exhale, face buried in his shoulder.

“I hate fighting with you,” she whispered. “I hate it Osc.”

“I know,” Oscar murmured, voice rough. “Me too Y/N.”

They stood like that for a long second — just them, the world buzzing around but not quite touching either of them.

Oscar pulled back slightly, hand still on the back of her head. “I’m still mad.”

Y/N gave a soft laugh, wiping a tear. “I know, I know.”

“But I love you more than anything,” he added, ruffling her hair. “Always.”

“I love you too, Osc,” she whispered.

He pulled back, grabbing his helmet. “Alright. Now I’m gonna go beat Max.”

Y/N grinned. “Go win it. I’ll be watching.”

Oscar glanced over his shoulder before walking to his car.

“Tell Lando to stop stealing my good luck charms. I need my sister back okay?”

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Veiled Emotions | Lando Norris

Part 1 | (Part 2)

Pairings: Lando Norris x BFF!Female Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Sexual tension | Slow Burn

A/N: Hello my lovelies. Apologies for the delay, I had a busy week and it was my birthday, so consider this a gift from me to you guys. I got a bit carried away, so I hope you loves enjoy .xx

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

It was the next morning, and thankfully (Y/F/N) let me sleep in, and didn’t bother me to wake up early. I woke up in a pretty good mood until I turned to the side table and looked at my lockscreen to see I was flooded with message notifications from Lando, as well as a number of DMs reacting to my story last night.

 

I opened Lando’s messages first - it was just good morning texts and a spam of him saying my name to wake me up. However his last message said ‘(Y/N/N) I’m coming home later today. Are you busy today ? Call me when you see this ❤️’. Hmm I wonder what it’s about…

 

Before replying back I went through a few of my Instagram DMs. Some asking if it’s Lando, others asking for a better soft launch, though one DM caught my eye from João, the last person I would ever expect a DM from.

 

João

Hey beautiful… I know this seems crazy but would love to get to know you better. How about tonight after my match ?

 

Y/N

Hii ! We just started following each other… eager to see me already ? lol just playing. Sure ☺️

 

João

Was not expecting that to work 😂 but I’m glad it did. Are you free to come to my match at 6 ? Its at Wembley 👀

 

I yelled for (Y/F/N) and luckily she was in the kitchen which isn’t far from my room, “Girl something major just happened!” I said as I sat up against the headboard. “Omg is it Lando ?” She asked as she jumped in the bed beside me. “Yes and no, well not right now. So you wouldn’t believe this but João just DMed me asking if-“

 

“Babe slow it down and reverse. Did you just say João DMed you ? AND YOU ARE THROWING THAT OUT SO CASUALLY ?” She screamed in shock. “Erm okay sorry I guess for not making it a big deal ? Anywho, he wants to go out to tonight after-“ “YES !” She cut me off. “I didn’t finish my sentence” I huffed. “I don’t care, you’re going to whatever he invited you for” she smiled. “Well he first said to meet after his match, and now he’s inviting me to his match as well” I held my head in my hands. “I wish I had your kind of problems. A footballer and a f1 driver fighting for you ? The potential chance you have of being a football or f1 wag is crazy !” she squealed as she clapped her hands.

 

“I take it that I say yes to both ?” I raised a brow. “Absolutely !” She said in an obvious tone.“But I don’t know how I feel about going. I mean this is all literally happening bc his ex is dating my Lando” I sighed. “My ?” She teased with a smirk. “Oh my god what am I even saying” I said in shock as I shook my head. “This boy is making me lose my mind” I groaned in frustration.

 

“Okay jokes aside..I understand where you’re coming from. We don’t know what his intentions are and I get that you may feel uncomfortable. Why don’t you ask him if a friend can come with for the match so you have company” she suggested. “I can’t tell if you’re being helpful or if this is an excuse to come with me to a football match” I furrowed my brows. “Well mainly the first one but I won’t deny the second one” she pursed her lips. “I see how it is, oh well either way I’m not planning to go to this match alone. I’m just going to ask him if you can come with” I said as I opened the DM once again.

 

Y/N

I’ve never been, so it sounds like fun, do you mind if I bring a friend with ? 😊

 

João

Don’t mind at all. Whatever you say 😉 Will send you a pass and details in a few for the 2 of you. Look forward to seeing you.

 

Y/N

Perfect ! Thank you so much. See you later 🥰

 

 

“Okay done !” I smiled as I closed the app. “Great, now what about Lando ?” She asked curiously. “Oh yeah..about him-“ I started to laugh nervously. “Oh no. What now ?” She crossed her arms over. “So uhm, he’s coming back home today and well, he asked me to call him when I saw his message” I shrugged casually. “Did you call him ?” She raised a brow. “No ?” I furrowed my brows. “Well what the heck are you waiting for ! Call him right now because I wanna hear this” she yelled. “Okay fine jeez” I scrolled for his name and ringed him.

 

I cleared my throat whilst it was ringing, “Hey you’re finally up” he greeted. “Yeah I just saw your message. What’s up ?” my gaze lingered to (Y/F/N). “Well I’m flying back in a few hours..thought we should meet up, that’s if you’re free” he said hopeful. “Why does he sound shy ?” (Y/F/N) whispered. “Shh- Uhm yeah unfortunately I’m busy today Lan, maybe tomorrow ?” I pressed my lips together. “Oh I see..what are your plans ?” He asked. “Well João wanted me at his match today, and we’re going out after, so I have no idea what time I’ll be back.”

 

“Hmm wow…I take it that you’re going for the Euros then ?” He asked. “Yepp that’s right” I replied. “Great, then I’ll see you later. Bye !” His tone changed. “Byeee” I said lastly as I ended the call. “Did you hear correctly ?” (Y/F/N) asked confused. “What ?” I asked even more baffled than she is. “He said he’ll see you later” she said. “Ohh, well maybe he means before we leave for the match” I suggested. “Oh yeah you got a point” she dropped the subject as our focus was on having brunch.

 

After brunch and trying to kill some time, I had a shower and started to hunt for an outfit. Thank god for (Y/F/N) as she helped me narrow down my options. The look we’re going for is I’m an up-and-coming wag, but I’m mainly just a friend.

 

As we were about to leave, I failed to mention that João sent a driver to escort us to the stadium. Nice touch. (Y/F/N) squealed and pinched me when she saw the car. “Girlll you can have Lando, I’ll take him” I stifled a laugh and tried to hush her before the driver heard us.

 

Upon our arrival at the stadium, we were then escorted by a team member named, Anna. She was really sweet, as she took her time to give us a tour. I was not expecting her to actually take us to the dressing rooms where I was tapped on the shoulder by João. “Hello” he said softly. “Hi omg we finally meet” I smiled as we then exchanged a hug. “About time” he nervously chuckled. “Yeah thank you again for inviting us” (Y/F/N) butted in as she started taking to him.

 

“Well thank you for accepting my invite. I hope you guys enjoy the match, and you’ll be cheering me on” he winked. “Of course !” (Y/F/N) smiled at him. “Sorry to leave so suddenly, I have a team meeting. See you later yeah ?” He said as he started walking backwards. “Yepp” “Goodluck for today’s match” (Y/F/N) added. He waved us off before he finally left. I gave her a side eye before Anna guided us to our seats and bid goodbye.

 

The stadium was full to capacity at this point, however, the match was only about to start in 15 minutes. I thought the view from the box would be a great time to post, but yet again, the fans beat me to it.

 

f1gossipgirl just added to their story

“I swear this girl doesn’t rest” I giggled as I liked the stories. “You look insane, bestie” (Y/F/N) said as she looked over my shoulder. As I continued to go through the stories, my jaw dropped at the caption.

 

f1gossipgirl just added to their story

“Ain’t no frikken way” I said in shock. “Bitch what the hell. Where is he ?” (Y/F/N) started to frantically look around us. As if on queue, the camera pans to Lando, and his face appears on the big screen. “Oh. My. God” we said simultaneously. “Call him right now” I huffed. “Is that a good idea though ?” Before she could reply, she grabbed my phone and dialled his number. “Are you insane ?” I said as she then shoved my phone to my ear. “Hey love” he answered.

 

“Hey you…so like when did you plan on telling me you’re here as well ?” I know him so well that I could tell he’s smiling on the other side, he’s enjoying this a little too much. “Well, I did tell you that I’ll see you later” he half laughed. “Are you stalking me ?” I asked playfully. “No” he scoffed. “Defensive… so you are stalking me” I giggled. “No no I mean I was actually invited, in fact I was going to bring you with me but someone beat me to it” he huffed. “Hmm okay keep telling yourself that” I smiled.

 

“Where are you anyway ? Why don’t you come here and give me company ?” He suggested. “I’m with (Y/F/N), I can’t leave her alone” she then shoved my shoulder. “I’m not a child, you can leave me alone !” she said lowly. “That’s fine, she can take the seat and you can sit on my lap.” Is he flirting with me ? I guess so considering how (Y/F/N) started giggling. “Haha very funny. I don’t think your girlfriend would like that”

 

“Girlfriend ? Where did you hear this ?” He asked. “Okay just forget about it, I’ll see you later. Byeeee” I said as I ended the call.

 

The match ended at 93 minutes with the score being 2-0 - Portugal had won, which is great but disappointing to see England lose.

 

(Y/F/N) and I stayed in place as everyone was leaving. “Can I escort you ladies to a private room so you can get comfortable until João is back ?” Anna suggested. “Yeah sure” (Y/F/N) replied. I followed behind their lead whilst I scrolled through my phone. “Avoiding me, love.” I looked up and I was met by Lando. “Oh hey you” I smiled. “Where are you off to ?” He eagerly asked. “Well, I’m following (Y/F/N) and Anna, she’s escorting us to a private room until João is done, but I’ll see you around” I quickly gave him a smile as I tried to walk past him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

 

“Wait. I feel like I don’t see you anymore these days” he pouted. “I could say the same for you. You’re in a relationship and now well so am I” I lied as I attempted again to walk past him. He yet again successfully pulls me back. “Can we just talk…alone and clear some things… please” he asked sincerely. I glanced over to (Y/F/N) and she nodded towards Lando, hinting I should go with him. “Okay fine.” I walked over to hug (Y/F/N), “Don’t worry I’ll cover for you” she whispered. “Thanks, I owe you” I said back softly. “Anna, thank you for helping this evening. If you’ll excuse me, I unfortunately have to go, but (Y/F/N) is here to accompany João” I smiled at her. She nodded with a smile.

 

I walked back over to Lando, “After you” he smirked as he stood aside for me to walk ahead. Once we were at the parking, he walked ahead of me to his McLaren as he opened the passenger door for me. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today ?” He asked as he leaned against the door. “No, but thank you” I gave him a small smile as he sat in the driver's seat.

 

“So I think let’s clear the air on the topic that seems to bother you” he said as he tried to hide his smile. “I’m sorry but it doesn’t bother me” I scoffed. “By saying it doesn’t bother you, means it bothers you” he smirked. “I think what bothers you is that I was invited to this match by João and I was supposed to be on a date with him after, so you followed me here to ruin my plans” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Yet here you are, in my car. With me” he continued to smirk. “I only came here to ‘clear the air’ like you asked” I raised my voice.

 

“I love to see you get angry” he said as he leaned more into his seat to face me. The sexual tension in the car really got me flustered. “Lando, this is not funny ! Get to the point already, or I’m leaving” I huffed. “Okay okay sorry… so…are you actually dating him ?” he asked. “Are you serious right now ? You called me for this ? Are you trying to get information again for your girlfriend ?”

 

“Again with the girlfriend story” he laughed. “What is so damn funny ? Share the joke so I too can laugh” I rolled my eyes. “She’s not my girlfriend” he held in his laugh. “Wait what” I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks. “But I swear everyone and their mothers said that you’re dating her ? I felt like such an idiot being your so-called best friend because everyone knew this except for me” I argued. “Well sorry to break it you like this but you fell for the rumours like everyone else”

 

“But she went on this trip with you guys and-“ he cut me off. “Yeah because she’s friends with Pietra and besides that, I asked you to come with but you said no” he pouted. “Because like I told you, I didn’t want to be a third wheel” I sighed. “You wouldn’t have been a third wheel because you have me. If anything, she was going to feel like a third wheel because I’m closer to you… I was really hoping you were coming because I was so lonely, that’s why I video called you last night, but then you thought something else and cut the call on me” he called me out.

 

“I mean can you blame me with everything I’ve been hearing ?” I scoffed. “Now that that’s out of the way. Are you dating him ?” He asked as he leaned on the console between us. “What’s it to you ?” I grinned. “Oh come on, I answered your question, the least you can do is answer mine” he pouted again with the puppy dog eyes. “I guess you can say it’s a yes and no answer” I said playfully. He tilted his head to the side, “It’s either a yes or no” he said as he leaned closer towards me.

 

It started to feel really hot with all this sexual tension. I could feel the moisture and tiny beads of sweat start to form along my collarbones and my cleavage. It’s as if (Y/F/N) confident spirit took over me when I answered his question. “Well, yes I’m dating him if it means it bothers you and no, I’m not dating him..unless, you’re interested” I smirked as I tilted my head. He sniggered as he broke eye contact for a second before meeting my eyes again. He grabbed my cap and put it on himself backwards. “What are you doing ?” I furrowed my brows. “Something I should’ve done a very long time ago” he said as he entangled his fingers into my hair and closed the gap between us.

 

Our lips met in a rush of warmth, a collision of uncertainty and desire. The kiss was both sweet and fierce, a moment that felt like it could unravel everything we’d been avoiding. My hands wrapped around his neck and trailed into his hair, lightly pulling on it. When we finally pulled away, breathless, I found myself searching his eyes.

 

He bit his lip as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Wow” I said, my voice shaky. He chuckled softly, a smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, wow…always wanted to do that.”

 

I wasn’t done messing with him. “Then why didn’t you ? Oh right, you were so busy hitting on your ‘girlfriend’ that-“ he cut me off by capturing my lips in another kiss. He broke away to look at me, “You know you drive me insane sometimes, but it shows how much I love you when I can’t stop thinking about you or when I randomly smile at something you said” he blushed. “You already love me ?” I teased him. “Yes. Yes I do” he said as he gave me a quick peck. “Okay” I smiled. “Don’t you love me too ?” He pouted. “I’m still thinking about it” I pursed my lips.

 

“What is there to think about ?” He asked in shock. “I think I’m gonna need a little bit more of your lips on mine to decide-“ I tried to hide my laugh as he then cupped my face with his hands. “Is. This. Good. Enough. For. You” he pecked my lips after each word. I giggled at him being silly, “Okay okay, I love you too.” “Damn right you do” murmured as his hand moved to my neck and placed his lips on mine once again.

[dawnoftime22]

stranger.

| W.M -> N.R

Undeserving of a Love Like Yours, Chapter 7

Chapter Warnings: A little overthinking here and there, but thats basically it

Summary: After days of trying to move on from a break up, you were still stuck in your head, although when you're in a walk outside with Lucky the pizza dog, everything jumps the start of a change.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 4k

Category: mostly fluff, some hurt/comfort?

A/N: just wanted to say I'm giving hugs to all of you :]

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| Started on 31/03/2024, 7:10 AM |

| Finished on 08/04/2024, 12:00 PM |

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<- Chapter 6 Chapter 8 ->

"Every decision is sensitive anyway."

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A week or so later, as the birds flew in a small group, the morning air wakes you up gently. The cold orange glow filling the walls told you the sun had gone up. You hadn't been in this bedroom for a while now, but even so, New York's feeling with the cars bustling in the background was still captured.

You blink the sleep away, the comforter around you keeping you warm while the chilly air still met your face. This was the best part of a morning. A feeling you almost can't describe.

The bed was only big enough to fit you, so it didn't feel like there was much of an empty space beside you, but it's not where the heartbreak would just end instantly.

You turn on your side, your hand clumsily grabbing your phone as you yawned. The cable charging the phone moved along with it, making sounds of it hitting the side of the bed.

All that was in your mind was to simply check the time or catch up on anything you missed whilst sleeping, but when your thumb clicks on the power button, the screen shows a whole load of missed calls along with messages-- both from yesterday, today, and all the days before.

Deflating a bit, you sigh, your hand holding the device falling down onto the bed as you tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in your heart.

You stare at the walls and ceiling for a moment, your hands gripping whatever they held before you turn back to your phone and let your finger impulsively tap on a button.

Clear Notifications

They disappear from the screen, leaving it empty and now only showing your lockscreen. But you don't linger any longer on your phone, putting it back down and facing the other way instead, where the windows sat with its edges illuminated.

Technically they aren't entirely gone. Though, at least they aren't sitting there screaming at you just as you look at your phone.

You wanted to pull the covers over yourself and bury your face into the pillow, the comforting warmth of the bed only luring you to, but, you started to see the light only growing brighter as the sun was going further up.

As you took a deep breath to prepare for the day ahead, you pull the covers off yourself, begrudgingly pushing yourself with your arms to sit up. You wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anyway.

And besides, if you did, you were sure Kate or Lucky would come in your room and wake you up so you weren't just stuck in your bed all day.

Slowly, you move to let your feet touch the floor before finally standing up, the bed creaking slightly. The small breeze in your movement and not having any more protection of warmth from the covers had a shiver going down your spine, but it soon faded away.

The trail you went to get to the bathroom was slow. Well, it was more just you lingering by leaning your back on the frame of the bed, pulling the curtains slightly to look out the window, stretching, or resting your elbows on the chestdrawer as you ran your hands down your face to gather yourself together.

The way the sunlight fades away due to a cloud blocking it and darkening the room, it only made you want to just further on give up on all the things your body needs.

But you shake your head, going into the bathroom as your thoughts dissolve only to one, and that is, going into the bathroom. You turn on the sink, splashing your face with cold water so you could wake up.

That definitely did something. You blink and reach over to grab a towel, wiping the water off your face. Yet still, a yawn makes it way out your mouth as you walk to the shower. You peel your clothes off to then step in, making sure the temperature was right.

The water ran down your skin and soothed your sore morning muscles. Minutes pass by later with warmth and you soon step out the bathroom with your hair dripping. The curtains at the windows swayed along with the wind from the ceiling fan, making the sunlight peeking through, dancing along the floor and the walls.

You open the closet doors, letting your fingers gently grab the clothes that were stored within it to slip on. Once you finish, you walk over to your bed to grab your bluetooth headphones, your thumb clicking on the power button.

When it didn't turn on, your shoulders fall down slightly. It had ran out of battery and you forgot to charge it. Reluctantly, you change the wire on your charger from your phone's and plug it to the headphones. Then, your eyes linger on your bedside table, seeing your wired earphones sitting atop it, one earbud dangling off the side and moving slightly.

Your hand picks it up and you grab out your phone, connecting it so you could play some music. The earbuds fitted your ears comfortably as you made your way to the bedroom door, opening it with a click.

Looking out, you find the living room and kitchen to be empty, but you do find a sleeping Lucky laying lazily at the couch. The refrigerator hummed quietly while your legs took you to it, the doors opening smoothly. Feeling fancy as the gentle rhythm of your song continued on, you grab some eggs, opting to cook it and eat it with some toast.

When the doors closed, you see a bright colored note stuck onto the fridge, written down by Kate it seems. It had 'take Lucky out on a walk!' upon it, and you tilted your head, humming. There was nothing much to really do today anyway, so maybe it would do some good to go out on a walk. Especially with Lucky.

You grab the pan and turn on the heat, warming it up before cracking open the eggs. The sizzles sound out through the apartment, and right as you were about to move and get a drink from the fridge, you feel a nose boop against your leg.

Looking down, your eyes land on the golden retriever that was sitting on the couch earlier, looking up at you happily, his tail wagging gently.

A soft giggle made its way out your mouth at the sight. "Morning, Lucky," Your hand gently goes through his fur, scratching behind his ear for a few seconds before you boop his nose.

He follows you as you go to the fridge, grabbing out the carton that held orange juice. You check on the eggs and make sure you don't accidentally get them burnt, finishing them up first by sliding them on a plate before pouring your drink into a glass.

The plate gently clinks as you set it down on the dining table, and you were about to sit down, but in the corner if your eye, you catch Kate's bow sitting right in front of the little training room she had.

Your eyes flicker from your meal and the bullseye, then you decide to walk over to the bow, picking it up. Lucky sits down near you, tilting his head in curiosity.

Carefully, you grab an arrow and place it in between the middle and the bowstring, then firmly grip everything and pulling the arrow back. Your eyes focus on the target and you aim, until finally, you release it, making it fly across the space with great speed.

The arrow lands right near the edge of the bullseye, but it was lodged in between the red line. Lucky barks, and you laugh, the anticipation of drawing an arrow back then finding out where it hits doesn't fail in giving a little serotonin. At least, when you're just having fun.

Wanting to do at least one more, you grab another arrow, placing it in the same place and getting your stance kind of right, having learnt from Kate...once.

Out of your vision, in the meanwhile, Kate had woken up, her bedroom door quietly opening and closing as she went out. Kate's eyes travel to your bedroom door, tilting her head to peek into your room. When she found the bed to be empty, she looks around the room to see you standing at the archery area.

She smiles slightly and speaks up, walking towards you, "You know, we should--" she cuts herself off when you quickly turn on your feet, your body following the movement as you unexpectedly heard her and get jumped.

"Whoa there!" She splutters out, instantly putting her hands up with a nervous chuckle as she saw the arrow being pointed at her, already drawn back.

Your eyes widen when you see Kate with her own wide blue eyes staring back at you. "Oh--" You quickly loosen your grip on the arrow, and a small smile comes up on her face, although, you can see a hint of fear.

"Okay, let's not kill anyone here." She says quickly and softly, then takes a few steps forward, lowering the bow you held.

"Sorry." You said sheepishly with a small chuckle, letting go of the bow and arrow as she ends up gently taking it from you with care, storing it back in its original place.

"It's okay, its not all the time I accidentally sneak up on someone and get...an arrow pointed in my face." She waves her hand off, then feel Lucky licking her skin, to which she pets his head and then kneel down slightly to run both her hands through his fur, his saliva going on her cheek slightly.

"I didn't mean to, you came out of nowhere!" You utter out, your face apologetic as you watch her stand back up properly, laughing slightly in her walk to the kitchen, her eyes lingering on your breakfast that was still warm.

"Hey, at least you're not the first person thats done it." She shrugs, grabbing two slices of bread and placing them into the toaster.

"I'm not?" Your face instead contorts into a curious one while Kate leans back on the kitchen counters, shaking her head with a smile.

"Nope," she said simply, and you raise your eyebrows, a hum coming out of you, but don't push on more to it. You walk back over to the dining table to sit down and finally start on your breakfast.

"Since you want to shoot something thats not a target so early on, you wanna join me for archery class?" Kate casually says as she grabs the carton of orange juice you had left on the counter, pouring herself a glass to drink.

You thought about it for a moment, then thought of the people, then thought about possibly getting scolded by the teacher for getting a stance or shot wrong.

"No, no, it's okay." You shake your head, insistently waving your hand as a gesture to add to your expression, awfully too worried about doing anything new at the moment.

"I can actually get you in, you know." The toast jumps out brown, and Kate slides it out, making a quick sandwich for herself.

"I would really love to, but...maybe next time. I'll probably take Lucky on a walk for today." You turn her down as kindly as you could, giving her a tight lipped smile that she didn't mind.

Kate takes a bite into her sandwich with a crunch, then turns around to put the orange juice back, and finally sees the bright note she had left on the fridge the other day. "Ah...I forgot I put that up." She said quietly, her head moving in a gentle nod, returning the orange juice before closing the fridge and looking back at you.

"Well, if thats what you want." She shrugs lightly, making sure her phone was in her pocket and she had her keys as she walked to the front door.

"But call me if you're staying out after the sun goes down." She points her finger at you, standing by the door with her other hand on the handle, her face more serious.

You nod, a warmth filling you at how much she cared, although a thought did cross your mind that it was because you were bringing Lucky, but no. it wasn't just that. "I will," you say quietly, but she saw the mouth movement and her face softens.

"Okay, bye!" Kate said as she went out the door with a wave. Quickly, you mirror her hand movement, echoing her goodbye and adding in her name along with it, "Bye, Kate!"

You settle back down in your seat at the dining table again, the quietness of the apartment somehow only being louder than it should. What if, in honest truth, you shouldn't be here? Kate's just too nice.

A touch to your hand from Lucky's nose snapped you out, the dog noticing how you had stilled and spaced out suddenly. You turn to look at him, his smile seeming to be the most comforting on earth at the moment.

"It's just you and I, huh?" You whispered, barely even above the sound of a breath as your hands petted his head.

You then cup the sides of the pizza dog's head, looking into his almond eyes. He stared back at you, his face clueless and almost understanding at the same time.

A heavy sigh escapes your mouth, feeling the weight of your body growing rather than lessening. You were taking steps forward, but it wasn't easy to not stop or reverse here and now.

Your hands let go of Lucky and turn back to the toast and eggs, finishing off the last of it. There were few places you could bring the pizza dog to-- the dog park, a pizza place...Your eyes linger on the empty pizza box that was yet to be thrown out. He's definitely had some just a day or so ago. It's probably better off to not spoil him. The dog park it is, then.

Pushing off the table, you pick up your empty plate and glass, taking it to the sink. Having already showered, you decide to simply change your outfit into something more fitted for the outdoors.

Lucky was laid down, chewing on a pizza toy of his, the little thing in his mouth making very quiet squeaking sounds as you walk back into the living room.

When you grab the leash, he instantly sits up more properly, his eyes widening at the sight. You chuckle, making your way over to the dog.

He met you halfway already though, leaving his toy and looking up at you, the golden charm on his collar swinging from the movement. "You know it. We're going out, buddy," your hands work on putting the leash on the collar, making sure it was properly on there.

After that, you stood up and walked to the front door, Lucky following behind you. Of course, you check you've gotten everything before going out, the door creaking slightly.

You weren't outside quite yet, needing to go down the stairs. Once you were out, the streets were calmer than usual, but not peaceful. It held people on their phones looking all ready for business, taxis passing through, people with their children and all that.

Luckily, the path you were taking seemed to slowly turn emptier, you and Lucky walking in step with each other and weaving through obstacles. You still had your earphones on, playing music as you went.

The sun kissed your skin gently, but still the cold air of New York let off a comforting temperature, mixing in with the warmth.

You feel the pace of the golden retriever's steps beside you slow down, which had you curiously looking down for a moment, seeing how Lucky had his head and eyes locked on something.

You follow his gaze and see nothing that could interest him for a moment, until your eyes travel up and see a pizza logo, the giant sign obvious as it hanged from the front of the restaurant, and it seems you took too long to realize the path held a troublesome situation.

You feel the tug on your hand from Lucky pulling the leash, the start of a run to get to the pizza place as he went further out of sync with your walking.

"Lucky, wait!" You yelp, thankfully the streets being emp...well. You thought it was, until you bump into someone, making Lucky instantly stop and turn to look at you.

You regain your surroundings soon and blink, feeling the slightest pain on your chest and arm from the hit of someone else's body. "Sorry! He gets..." You quickly apologize, until trailing off when you see the person in front of you, their own eyes slightly wide from shock.

"Oh, you're..." you take a step back, quietly saying the words as you try to process if you got dizzy and were imagining things, or if your eyes were actually seeing a redhead in front of you. One particularly familiar.

"The one in the rain," she utters out quietly herself, her eyebrows furrowed as her brain probably tried to process it the same as yours were. The breeze of the cool wind ran through her hair, making her seem all the more graceful and taking both your words and breath away.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you hear the bit of rasp in her voice as she checks you for any sign of visible pain, and you were only rubbing your forearm.

"Yeah- I...I should be asking you that, I'm sorry, I didn't accidentally hurt you or anything, right?" you ask, your own eyes darting on her while a nervous chuckle comes from your mouth, but she shakes her head gently.

"No. In fact, you seem like you got hit harder," she said gently, her face holding a look of concern. Lucky was standing by, watching and now curious about what was happening, but he was more impatient to go to the nearby pizza place.

"Good," You nod, the smallest warmth coming upon your face as you gave her a tight lipped smile. There was a beat of silence, but it wasn't long until she spoke up again.

"So, we both went to New York." She tilts her head, about to slip her hand into her pockets until she felt her hand getting sniffed, bumped by the nose and licked by the golden retriever that caused this situation to arise.

"Yeah, that's..." you trail off as you notice Lucky barely keeping his excitement as he introduced himself to this kind stranger you only briefly met from the airport. You try to get him to give the redhead space, your hands reaching to gently pull him back. "Lucky, calm down."

She chuckles softly, and even though the sound was just a breath, something about it made you question what was happening. Such as, reality, or dream, or movie. "It's alright." her hand reaches down and pets him lightly. "Is this your dog?" she asks, glancing up at you.

"No. No, he belongs to a friend of mine." You reply, watching how she and Lucky interacted, as if it was natural. He seemed radiant, but you couldn't tell if it was because of her kind presence or the way there was a fresh pizza brought out by a waiter, seen from the restaurant window.

"He's cute," she said simply, her hand still going through his soft fur, then landing on the charm on his collar. You presume she was reading his name for a moment, but you didn't mind.

"Yeah. He...gets excited when he sees anything with pizza because he loves eating it." You smile gently, shaking your head as your mind goes over the dog's antics, especially with him turning his head from you and the redhead.

"A dog that eats pizza? That's the first I've heard." She slides her hands smoothly into the pocket of her brown coat, her expression curious and intrigued.

"Yup. He's a special kind." Your head moves in a the gentle motion of a nod as you went to lightly pat his head, and he only derpily had his tongue out. You can see the green eyes of the redhead watching your movements.

The two of you were quiet for a moment once again, your heart beating faster than normal, for some odd reason. Perhaps both of you were questioning whether it was fate that had you two meeting once more, or a coincidence.

"...What do you say to grabbing coffee sometime?" she said suddenly, but her voice was calm. Your eyes widen for a moment in surprise, but you regain your composure after blinking once or twice.

"Well, it's only fair since you saved me from the rain." She raises her eyebrows at you, and you try your best to not focus on your ever growing heartrate, although there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"No, I'm kidding, I'd love to grab coffee with you." you shook your head, your playful side seeming to be coming out a little too much, but the corners of her lips raise up more properly anyway. You shared each other's contacts after a few seconds, having put it in your phones.

She checks her watch, glancing down the street in the direction she was going in, then looking back at you. "I have to do something, but just...contact me whenever," the words came out rushed, but yet gentle while you see her start to walk away.

"Okay...Uh, stay safe!" you say with a slightly louder volume so she could hear you better. But she only turns back around to take a look at you with a chuckle.

"You should be the one staying safe." She turns back to her own route, and the sentence made a small laugh come from you.

Feeling oddly more light and warm, you were about to continue walking, until you realize Lucky wasn't moving, then he gently, this time, walked forward to pull you to the pizza place. You held your ground though, determined to only go to the dog park.

"No, you already had pizza just a few days ago." At that, he surrenders and turns back around to walk with you, his ear raising up as he looked back at the restaurant, whimpering quietly.

"I'll get you treats and play fetch." Upon hearing his other favorite words, his disappointment seemed to fade away.

The walk didn't last much longer, and you soon arrive to the park, the space, once more, not being too crowded, but not empty either.

You roam the grassy area until you find a place where it was completely empty, a beautiful tree sitting with shade catching your eyes. A perfect spot to hang out at.

You went and sat down on the grass, your back against the tree as Lucky followed beside you. You smile slightly, your hand going in your bag to grab a small ball.

He perks up and prepares, watching as you raised it up then threw it. He jumps and bolts off to grab it, his speed making you chuckle in surprise.

Soon he quickly retrieved it, coming back to you with his fur moving all over the place and dropping the ball beside you.

"You wanna do it again?" you ask, and he only stared at you. You threw it again, trying to do it a little farther on. This keeps going with a few tricks here and there, rewarded with some treats you brought.

The both of you gets tired sometime later, and you were now completely laid down against the grass, Lucky having his head on your stomach with his paws curled up.

The breeze of the wind lightly brushes your face and goes through your hair as you stare up at the sky, watching the clouds move.

This felt all too familiar.

Every memory, everything, except in different places.

Your gentle breathing, and the weight of a head on your body.

Your hand reaches up into the sky, your fingers uncurling themselves as you felt the wind.

This wasn't even the same park.

Yet, it still flooded through you like you had just experienced the moment yesterday.

Lucky had his eyes closed as your hand dropped onto your chest and you look down, away from the sky as if to not think about it anymore.

The device in your pocket felt more obvious as the seconds went by, and you start to give in, grabbing your phone from your pocket.

You check it, and you see the high amount of numbers in the corner of the calls and messages icons, an obvious red background behind it. Deciding finally, you tap on the messages app.

The texts written and sent to you by the brunette was short. Sent in multiple messages that make up one or two sentences. The first one was a paragraph of an apology, and your eyes skim over it, your heart already aching.

Your thumb then hovers over the missed calls, a decision in your head...

end of chapter 7. <3

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What's your favourite Maui and Moana scene in the movies? - the hookedwayfinder blog

Oh gosh there are soooo many amazing Maui and Moana moments in both movies... it's impossible to pick just one!!

You know what, I think it's time for a COUNTDOWN!!!!

10. Moana’s fierce right hook! 😂

9. That little nudge 🥹

8. Comparing tattoos

7. The 'training' montage!

6. The OG 'training' montage!

5. That reunion hug! (Couldn’t find a gif for this one so enjoy this wallpaper made by @cartoonjessie that I’ve been using as my lockscreen for months!)

4. Maui screaming like a girl upon first seeing Moana on his island (I should add that this is my absolute favourite part of the first movie!! I cackle every single time I watch it 😂😂😂)

3. Maui signing Moana's Oar!

2. The whole Motufetu scene

1. The hug scene after restoring Te Fiti's heart!!

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you are gone

"You're gone and took everything with you. Anakin, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. [Please come back to me, please, please...]"

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Sand. Sun or suns, for it’s fiery hot. Burning. Everything burns. He’s on his knees, one hand dug in searing sand and the other clasping his robe, where his heart is trying to claw itself out of his chest. It burns too. No, more. Much stronger. He can’t breathe. He is chocking. Or crying, screaming, perhaps all together, and his eyes are burning with tears like blood. He can’t hear anything clearly, but the screams echo in physical waves through him and he doesn’t need to hear it, he feels it. The wrenching agony bleeding through the broken voice. It’s his voice. He is screaming. It could be his death he calls or curses, yet it’s a name. He knows it, for his heart is ripped open every single time he cries it out. And it’s only that name.

He feels the force constricting inside of him, or that could be his mind. Still, there’s this… hole, it’s the absence of something, which he senses, like his soul being sliced in two, leaving him with the broken part, that persistently is reaching for the other, the missing half. He realizes then, that the name belongs to it. He calls it out, screams it and whispers, in splitting despair, reaching out for his half, that no more exists. It’s gone. Forever. And there’s cold grief breaking out to his very bones at that knowledge. Grief and something other. Something ugly, disgusting, revolting, something so very wrong, it’s undoing his whole being, corrupting him.

He knows what it is. He thinks it’s hate, and he’s not wrong. Only it’s worse.

It’s guilt.

It’s self-hatred.

With each call of that ruining name, it gets colder and not even all the suns and stars in the universe would ever free himself of that lacerating cold. The world freezes. The sand is dust as his heart became.

Only a name is flying dust across the emptiness of dead desserts, far, far away from him. To another time. Another universe.

"Anakin!"

| Chapter 2 from "Chosen: from the Ashes" by lea noah

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Cowboy Let Me Take You Away | Rhett Abott x Reader

word count: 1874

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Fluff

notes: Hi Y’all! I think it was about time I finally wrote a little something something for my Rhett girls. In this universe Rhett and Bob are twins so think maybe Bob Abott or Rhett Floyd 👀? Anyways I hope you all enjoy and please don’t forget to like/reblog (thank you for your previous ones 🫶🏼). I might do Rhett Fridays from here on out so be on the lookout!

Rhett and you had been introduced by his twin brother Bob at a work Christmas party and had been talking ever since, still you weren’t sure what exactly you two were. Yet here you were landing in Wyoming to see him. You spot the baggage claim sign easily as you disembark and head down to the first floor to get your bag. To say that you’re feeling nervous was an understatement. This moment had been months in the making and it was finally here.

Sure Rhett always texted you good morning, sent you letters, gifts on your birthday, and wasn’t seeing other girls but neither of you had taken the step to make things official. You never planned on falling for Bob’s brother right before a 6 month deployment and surely you didn’t expect him to wait on you but things seemed to be working in your favor. Your hands shake as you pull your bag from the carousel and head towards the front door to meet Rhett and even though you’ve imagined this moment a million times over the past few months, nothing could prepare you for how you felt now. He was standing with a bouquet of flowers on one hand and smiled as soon as he saw you.

Your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest as you let go of your bag and jump into his open arms. His head resting on yours as you bury your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of pines and leather that you’d missed so much. Loving never came easy for you but here in Rhett’s embrace, you couldn’t help but want to scream those 3 words. While pulling away, you think of kissing him but are interrupted by him handing you the flowers. Daisies, your favorite.

“I um, got these for ya.” He says with that crooked smile you love so much. His ears have a tinge of pink as you give him a peck on the cheek and thank him. You both sneak glances at each other on the ride home while making small talk and he finally grabs your hand after you set it on the console. When he drives into the town you’ve heard so much about over the past couple of months you feel the need to pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

You take a deep breath as you follow him up the steps to his small apartment. The walls are wooden, various rodeo posters are hanging on the wall, and on the nightstand you spot a picture of you both that Bob took the night you met. The same picture that was your phone lockscreen now. He sets your bag by the bed and you finally meet his beautiful blue eyes but you can’t seem to say a damn word as he takes a step closer to you and his hand grabs the back of your neck.

“Been wantin’ to do this for a while,” he whispers, finally closing the distance between you. Your fingers play with his hair as he kisses you softly and you can’t help the moan that escapes you when he tugs at your hair. Months of daydreaming and crappy phone sex all leading to this. His calloused hands make their way to the back of your thighs and you press closer to him as he lifts you up into his arms and pins you up against the wall.

Your fingers crumple his shirt as he kisses you roughly and passionately now. To feel him hard against you had you nearly begging him to rip your clothes off. He moves on from your lips and down to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on it. “God, you taste so sweet darlin’. Where’ve you been my whole life?” He mutters against your ear making shivers run through your body.

Your fingers undo the buttons on his shirt and he presses you even harder against the wall as he rips it off, the last few buttons scattering on the floor. Rhett pulls off your shirt and his hands are instantly pulling down the cups of your bra. You blush at his stare but can’t even think about it too much because his mouth is quickly sucking on your swollen bud. “Fuck Rhett, I need you,” you moan as he nibbles on your nipple. He leaves your nipple and captures you back into a heated kiss while making his way to the bed, carefully setting you on to it and climbing on top of you.

But as your hands make your way to undo his belt, you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. “Who the fuck?” he grunts against your neck and you chuckle at his exasperation. “Here baby,” he says as he passes you your shirt and pulls his back on, not bothering to try and button it up.

“Bob? I thought you weren’t in ‘til ‘morrow?” Rhett asked Bob who was the one that’d been knocking. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to tell Rhett that Bob was supposed to come today and you’d mixed up the dates. “Y/N didn’t tell ya? She got the days mixed up.” He replied, making his way inside and waving at you. “Oh shit, I’m interrupting something, aren’t I?” Bob knew the messy hair and swollen lips were indicative of your previous activities with Rhett and wanted to kick himself for not texting before coming. “No shit.” If looks could kill, Bob would certainly be dead thanks to Rhett’s stare.

“Okay okay, my bad, I’ll see y’all at moms for dinner.” Bob said, raising his hands in defense and scurrying out the door before anything else was said. “Now, where were we?” Said Rhett, making his way back to you but was interrupted by the door once again.

“What now?” he asked Bob, annoyed at the continuous interruptions. “Sorry, my truck won’t start. Can I borrow yours? I’ll come fetch y’all later.” Bob said hurriedly, his hands were in his pockets and his eyes looked at the floor like it might just swallow him. “Here.” Rhett said, handing him the keys and shutting the door before Bob could interrupt anything else.

“Come here, baby” You said, sitting up on the bed and pulling him down to you as he reached the bed. He was quickly back on top of you, discarding yours and his shirts. Rhett moved his hand behind you, undoing your bra with ease and throwing it to the floor and in turn you pull off his undershirt, trailing your hands through his chiseled abs. At the action, he pressed his hard cock against your clothed cunt and you rolled your hips forward, moaning at the friction.

Rhett’s lips crash again onto yours and you lift your ass as he pulls off your jeans trying not to break the kiss. “My favorite color,” he muttered as his eyes flicked down to the lacy red thong you’d picked out earlier in the week. “Just for you,” you mumbled into his neck, as he tore the piece of underwear off you and stuffed it into his jeans pocket.

His hips rolled against your bare cunt, making you arch your back while he grinned. You tried reaching for his belt but he was quick to swat you off. “Not yet,” he said, trailing kisses down your chest and only stopping once he reached your thighs. His blue eyes burning into yours as he kissed the inside of your thigh then used his fingers to spread your folds open. He didn’t break eye contact as he began to suck on your clit and your hands instinctively reached down to tug on his hair.

You whine as he pushes his index finger in and out of your cunt. “So wet for me,” he whispers against you, and you try to respond but the words die on your lips as he pushes another finger inside you. Your legs squeeze against his head and Rhett lets out groan against you, sending shivers down your spine. Pleasure washing over you as he increases his speed and soon you’re gripping his sheets, moaning loudly as you reach your high. “That’s it, cum for me honey,” he commands as his fingers work you through your high and you’re pushing him away shakily.

He moves back up and pulls you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. This time he lets you pull off his belt along with jeans and underwear. The feeling of his cock against your cunt makes you arch your back and Rhett takes the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses on your neck. You feel him line up against your entrance and slowly he sinks his cock into you until he bottoms out.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight honey,” He moans as he begins to push in and out of you, slowly letting you adjust to his length. Your place your hands on his shoulders and he lifts your leg slightly, allowing him to sink deeper into you. “Fuck Rhett,” you moan as he picks up the pace and the head of his cock continuously hits your g-spot. “Feel good?” He asked in between breaths but you couldn’t even reply because he thrusted harder into you.

He could feel you clenching around him as you scratched his back. His fingers played with your clit and you both moaned in unison as his thrusts started to become sloppier. His other hand gripping your waist tightly. “That’s it darlin’” He cooed as you arched your back and your legs began to shake. “That’s it,” he continued, fucking you through your orgasm. His grip on you tightened and you could feel his cock twitch as he spilled inside you.

Rhett leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek, both of you breathing heavily. “Was it better than you imagined?” you asked, your eyes still closed. “Ask me again, after I fuck you tonight.” He responded, pulling out of you slowly, you could feel his cum pouring out of you and onto the sheets. “Be right back,” He said as he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. He was careful as he cleaned you up then helped you into one of his shirts, finishing by pressing a kiss against your temple.

You watched him slide on his underwear and felt your heart squeeze as you realized how much you didn’t want this week to end. The offer he made you of moving with you to California until your contract was over, now had an easy answer. “I’m so glad Bob dragged me to that Christmas party,” you told him, laying your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back. “Yeah?” He kissed your head, pulling you closer. “Mhm, and um, yes.” You replied, smiling against him.

“Yes what?” He asked, pulling back to look down at you. “I want you to come with me to California.” “Wait, really?” His eyes lit up at your statement and he pulled you in for a hug as you nodded. “I’m so glad you let Bob’s aggravating ass drag you to that Christmas party, baby.” You smiled, for once letting love be easy.

[infi-delity]

It Is The End Merch Designs As Lockscreens (Click For HQ)

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𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝟔

[heylolita00]

Masón Gooding

[myriaeden]

Kirby Reed Lockscreens

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[nightowlspawn]

Addy: It goes under and over and this side goes over and under. Like that!

Nate: *Gets it right the first time somehow*

Luis: Wow. This is beautiful.

Addy: What the hell did you even do?!

Nate: You didn't follow the fucking pattern Luis! It's criss cross then tie!

Luis: *Swears at him in spanish*

Nate: *Calls him a swear word bronwyn taught him.*

Luis: *Gasps* No the hell you did not.

Nate: Yes the hell I did.

Bronwyn: Did you bring water?

Their future kid: Yep.

Bronwyn: *Checks their backpack* You're one person. Why do you have 6 bottles?

Their future kid: Of course one for me, we're gonna get some gatorades later, and for dad and uncle luis.

Bronwyn: Aww thats sweet! But you didn't have to do that.

Their future kid: I thought it was a good idea. They might need to touch some grass later. *points behind her*

*Nate and Luis spinning on the baseball bats they brought, and then Luis falling down and having to chug a bottle of saurkraut*

Bronwyn: What the hell-

Kate: Nate, you can be scary sometimes.

Nate: How?

Kate: This how. *shoes a picture of him dressed as billy from scream*

Nate: That's a cool picture.

Yumiko: Isn't it just kind of like, yknow, after everything-

*Maeve giggling at her phone*

Nate: What are you laughing at?

Maeve, struggling: Look at- okay this- its- *interrupted by more cackling and shows him her lockscreen while holding her stomach*

*A picture of him and addy is frog onesies and facemasks making baby faces*

Nate: *Also laughing* Delete that shit right now.

Bronwyn and Maeve's Aunt: It's so nice to see how close you all are! And i just love the relationship your sister has with her brother in law. *mutters to her mom* I wish that was the case in my experience you know what i mean?

Bronwyn: Brother in law?!

Nate, spinning Maeve in a circle on his back: Sorry what?

[maygrantgf]

im shaking in my boots! this is my haven au im very excited about it but it is currently in fucking shambles idk when imma post it. here's the beginning of the first chapter <3

was tagged by my beautiful lovely gorgeous friend @bigfootsmom

He feels hands gripping and clawing at him, but they gain no traction. Faces contorted as they scream in fear and agony. The bonds between humanity and order are absolutely broken as he watches them. They reach and grab for him, but he doesn’t even flinch as he is not afraid. He feels giddy- absolutely thrilled that he finally has the privilege to witness the carnage and wreckage. He feels a smile creep on his face. Yes he thinks, this is what it feels like to be-

Buck sits up jack straight in bed with a gasp, as if he has been electrocuted. Cold sweat drips down his face and soaks his sheets. He breathes hard, like he’s just run a marathon in his sleep. He closes his eyes and tries his hardest to get his heart rate back down. 1, 2, 3, 4…  he counts in his head, trying to distract himself from the visuals that have imprinted on his brain. He knows that after a few minutes he won’t even remember anything about the dream, but right in this moment it haunts him and makes his brain feel like it’s on fire. 

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, just trying to remember how to breathe when his phone rings. He steals a quick glance towards his bed side and sees his boss’ name on the lockscreen. On autopilot, he reaches over to pick it up and notices the time; 6:45am.

“It’s a little bit early, isn’t it?” Buck says snarkily. 

“Oh, is it? Sorry, I just got in. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Bobby says distractedly. Bobby’s a great boss- the best one that Buck has ever had, if he’s being honest, but his boss has a habit of dialing phone numbers without paying attention to the time of day. 

Buck pinches the bridge of his nose, which is still a little damp. He’s gonna have to take another shower. “Um, no. I-I was already up.”

He hears Bobby pause on the other line, “Nightmares?” is all he asks. He’s known Buck for years and knows how prone he is to getting them. 

“Yeah. It’s all good, though. What’s up?” Buck would rather not dwell, yearning for a distraction from the images his mind has created for him. 

“I got a case for you- Haven, Maine. I’ve already emailed you the files. I need you to find one Jonas Lester and bring him back. That’s all.” Bobby says, insistently. 

Buck shrugs even though he knows Bobby can’t see him, “Sounds easy enough. I can be there in a few hours.” He’s already getting out of bed and aiming for the shower. 

“Sounds good. And Buck?” Bobby says and Buck stops to listen. 

“Focus on the job, alright?” Buck thinks Bobby’s words are strange; why wouldn’t he focus on the job? But his head is still muddled with twisted faces and claws reaching out for him, so he mumbles an affirmative and hangs up instead of asking.

Getting to Maine was a breeze, hardly any cars on the road and the scenic views were absolutely breathtaking. He finds his mood improving due to the fresh salt air flowing through the windows and settling over his skin. He hums along to the radio as his eyes excitedly jump over the mountainous views and the greenery surrounding him. As the song changes he thinks he sees a figure in the middle of the road. He gasps and then swerves hard to avoid collision. His rental car ends up nearly teetering the tip of a cliff. He briefly wonders how he’s going to explain this to the rental company when he hears a knock on the passenger side door and he jumps. 

“Need a hand?” Buck turns his head and thinks he’s stopped breathing. 

The stranger is quite possibly the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. His hazel brown eyes, dark hair, and strong jaw makes him look like a supermodel. His dark brows furrow in concern at the lack of response from Buck, so Buck nods his head. 

The stranger nods back and disappears from the passenger window. Buck briefly thinks that the guy just up and fucking left him when he appears again at the driver’s side. He gestures to the locked door and Buck unlocks it. The stranger then reaches in the car and grabs Buck by the shoulder, hauling him out. When he turns around on solid ground, the car is already over the edge of the cliff. There go my new shirts he thinks morosely. 

“Damn,” the stranger starts. “Shame about the car.”

Buck shrugs, “Eh, it’s a rental.”

The stranger glances down and notices that Buck is armed, a gun holstered at his waist. He swiftly steps back and draws his weapon. 

“Woah! FBI! Who are you?” Buck exclaims as he draws his own. 

“Haven PD! Who are you?”

“I just said FBI! Are you deaf?” Buck says, exasperated. 

“Identification! Now!” the stranger demands. Buck starts to reach for his ID, which is in his upper right jacket pocket. The stranger starts to protest and Buck looks at him, annoyed. He puts his empty hand back up. 

“Dude, what am I gonna do? Pull out another gun?”

The stranger looks at him warily but nods to continue. Buck pulls out his badge, and brings it close to his face for ID comparison. The stranger squints, his eyes assessing. 

“Cmon, I showed you mine.” Buck gestures for him to take out his own badge. The stranger complies, flipping his badge to show his ID and brings it up to his own face. Eddie Diaz, the fine print reads. Buck lowers his gun and Diaz follows pursuit. 

“Sorry,” Diaz says, warily. “Can never be too careful, y’know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

After a beat Diaz says, “need a ride?”

Buck is half tempted to be a brat and say duh, but he promised Bobby a long time ago he’d stop doing that because he’s an FBI agent and people need to “take him seriously”. Instead, he walks with Diaz towards his car. 

“Nice truck,” he says genuinely. 

“Thanks,” Diaz replies. “Had it since I was nineteen.”

Buck opens the passenger door and Diaz leans his hand on the frame, looking at the truck admiringly. 

Buck whistles, “how’d you keep a car that long?”

Diaz shrugs, “I don’t go driving off cliffs.” He says with a smirk and a teasing glint in his eye. Buck glares at him with no heat. 

“Too soon?” 

Buck rolls his eyes and slams the car door shut, not realizing Diaz hasn’t moved his hand from the frame. He promptly slams the detective’s fingers in the door. 

“Oh shit!” Buck says in a panic. “Dude, I’m so sorry! You okay?” 

Diaz doesn’t even flinch. “It’s alright. I’m fine.” He says nonchalantly. He then goes to the driver’s side and starts the car. Buck stares at him, confused. 

“Did you… did that not hurt?” 

“Nah, I’m good.” Diaz says, something guarded in his eyes.  

“Uhh, okay.” Buck says intelligently.  “Have you seen a guy named Jonas Lester recently?”

Diaz glances at him as he puts the car in drive, “Yeah, just left him.” He points the car towards town. 

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[kinokomynx]

Cute Headcannons of Ejirou Kirishima

Warnings: Intercourse mention and biting 

Authors note: Isn’t very detailed and may be shorter, as I have writing block. Sorry! Following and r3blogging is very appreciated!! 

Kirishima is very dorky, even if he’s a top 10 hero; he still has the dorkiness of him. He loves to tell you jokes, puns and a fresh batch of dad jokes. He especially loves it when you tell some back. Though, Due to him being dorky, doesn’t mean he isn’t always happy or feeling good. Some days, he gets uncomfortable in his own skin; specifically his quirk. He is phenomenal communicator, he always tells you how he’s feeling, and if he has a problem; he tells you and rants to you. He also wants to hear from you, like how you’re doing. 

Due to him being tall (6′6 or 6′8) he always wants to make your life way easier in any aspect he can, whether him bringing food to you, making your lunch, opening doors for you, carrying your bags and coat, or  carrying you home after a tiring night.

Loves it when you help him with his hair, by meaning; possibly by dying his hair, touching it up or even staying in the bathroom to keep him company.  Purposely messes up his hair, hoping you’ll come over and fix it, kisses your face while you help his messed up hair.

If you are at the Beach, this shark man, will carry you on his shoulders if you two are swimming in the deep ends. Loves building sand castles with you, as “childish” as it sounds; he loves doing competitions with you to see who has the most tallest, or most detailed sand castles. 

LOVES TO CUDDLE, after he comes home from a rough day of hero work; you bet he’s in your arms, relaxed and has in face in your neck smelling you. You then force him to get into the shower, after he gets out; he’s back into your arms and cuddling on the bed. He loves any cuddling position, that makes him feel like he’s protecting you; big spoon or laying on you. Speaking of showers, he will ask you to jump in with him every time he’s at home. No matter if you’ve taken one, he’ll ask you to jump in with him because he missed you. Loves tickling you, loves hearing your laugh.

Hugs hugs are very affectionate, same goes with his kisses. He loves coming up behind you, hugging you tightly around the waist and resting his head on your shoulder or on your head. He loves kissing your nose, and jaw. He finds them very manly! 

Always compliments you throughout the day, they're not basic compliments, he tells you what he thinks about you and what he LOVES about you. Nicknames for you are; Gorgeous/Handsome, Love, and Babe. Loves the cheesy names. 

Due to him being strong and huge, he still works out. Always invites you to his workouts; He loves when your on his back, counting the push ups. Or, if your under him, he’ll kiss your nose every time he goes down. 

If you guys are out in public, he will intertwined his fingers with your hand, and rub circles on your palm. He will also have one of his hands on your waist, signaling people that you belong to him. Plus; you are his lockscreen, and homescreen. If your ever uncomfortable with the bakusquad or at a hero meetup. He’ll make an excuse so you two can leave

He has this little thing called, “Shark Attack” where he screams it and spins you around and bites you very gently. Both of you land on the floor, laughing your asses off. 

Self care weekend, both of you in the bathroom floor, putting face masks on, painting nails, re-dying his hair, and massages. 

Always asks Katsuki about cooking, loves making your favorite meals and loves making you sweets. Will wake you up on his rare days off, and brings you breakfast in bed. Makes sure it’s very special, all in place and loves kissing you and cuddling you while your eating.

After incourse, he’ll make sure your okay. Ask you if he did okay, if he hurt you or if he was to rough. Makes a bath, with your favorite scented candles and puts out pajama’s out for you both. Washes your hair, and puts lotion on you while telling you you’re very pretty. Makes sure to be soft while washing the bite marks and putting lotion on top. 

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