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comfortzonequeen · 19 days ago

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His Concealed Obsession

Chapter one.

"I just don't get how you two still have a job when you're both always at my place."

"We just came by to check in on you since the news about your neighbor broke out in the news this morning."

"Oh yeah , I saw it on the news. I feel so bad for her kids. She was always spoke to me whenever we come would come across each other . Invited me over to dinner , go out for lunch and hell she even invited me to spa dates with her and her daughter."

"You talking about Nicole?"

"Yea Jax , the same Nicole you slept with before you married your wife."

"Jaxon Tyree!"

"It was an accident Nani and I don't even know why KP brought it up."

"I hope and pray that my nephew doesn't turn out like you as he gets older."

"With all the amazing women in his life , he's going to come out a thousand times better than me."

"Anyways you need to be careful Kanani, your neighbor who was a well known attorney was murder inside of her."

"Maybe you should come and stay with one of until KP and them get everything done. Cause I be damn if my baby sister gets murdered next."

"I understand you are worried about my safety but if mom and dad haven't said anything about it yet to me then you guys shouldn't either. I'm safe here and I have an alarm system and cameras inside of my apartment."

"Now you know damn well them cameras and alarm systems ain't going to save your short ass."

"You need a guard dog and damn gun. I keep telling you to go ahead and get a gun and take classes on how to use it properly."

"Nope , I refuse to get a gun. You know how I feel about them ever since that damn party."

"Kanani you're killing us right now right now."

"I know and I'm sorry. Look how many who have guns out here and they don't even use it properly?! You have kids going to school shooting their teachers , grown ass adults who went to school coming back for revenge, young black men taking each other out."

"Hate to say this, but it's this shit happens everyday and everywhere Nani."

"Yes but also if we stop giving the wrong people guns and do a fucking throughly background check then it wouldn't be problem. Lock your guns away from your children. It's more gun violence out there than love and I just refuse to be apart of it."

Kanani stated to her two older brothers as she walked around her kitchen counter to get herself a glass of juice.

"Think about it from our perspective. What if you were in that situation? Would you have fought back ? Call the police ?"

"Calling the police and locking them inside the closet. The closet doors lock from the outside and plus in order to even get inside you need my finger print and the code to get inside the door."

"Not saying I'm on her side here but trying to break down these doors are heavy as hell."

"It sounds like to me you're on little KP side right now. I don't suppose to say this but this per- hold on ... hello? Wassup uncle Mike?"

"While detective KP over there chatting away. Let's talk about where you are going to be staying."

"I'm not leaving my house because of some killer is on the loose. If I feel like I am in great danger then I'll show up on either yours or KP door step."

"You're going to give me gray hairs before Jordan even turns eighteen."

"That sounds like a personal problem Jaxon. Why are you trying to control something that you're not able to control yourself?"

"Because you're my baby sister Nani. If anything were to hap- if someone were to hurt you , I'll gladly sit behind bars for killing them. That goes for KP too! I'm yall older brother and it's my job to make sure that you both are good at all times. Yeah KP a detective and all but that don't matter to me."

"Jaxon I appreciate you and I know you're concerned about my safety but you have to trust me. If I feel as if my life is in jeopardy then you'll be the first one to know. Plea-"

"Aye Jax we got to go , uncle Mike and uncle Marcus need some help with this case. I can drop you off back the fire station or you good?"

"I'm good , Nani can drop me off back at the station."

"Nope , sorry can't do it. I have to go get ready before my friend comes over for our lunch date."

"Damn it's like that?"

"Sure is , now can you guys go so I can go get ready? I need at least two hours to mentally prepare myself."

"We didn't even finish our conversation."

"I'm staying home and that's final. Please don't forget that one of you has to pick up mom and dad from the airport tomorrow afternoon."

"Well I can't do it since this is my weekend it work."

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm the one who dropped them off and plus I have back to back meetings for my store grand opening."

"Oh yeah I forgot , yeah I'll pick them up tomorrow then. I'll have Jordan tag along with me to keep me entertained on the way there."

"Aight now, we out! Be safe and don't be out here grown. We locking the door behind us since yo ass wants to walk away without giving hugs and shit."

"And share your location too, love you big head!"

"Love you too, now bye!"

Kanani expressed to them both as she walked down her hallway that lead into her bedroom. She loved her brother's but after dealing with them for long , she needed a mental reset. Their conversation regarding the circumstances of her neighbor was not necessarily needed. Yes , the situation is sad but it doesn't involve her. She could see if she was there and witnessed it but she wasn't.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. A look of confusion displayed on her face as she looked down the hallway of her home. Kanani wasn't expecting anyone until the next couple of hours. So she was confused on who or what could it possibly be . Dropping her unfolded blanket onto the ground , she decided to go and see who it could be.

"This better not be one of these neighbors kids knocking on my dam- oh hey David, what brings you by?

"These are for you señorita Kanani."

"My favorite flowers, they're so beautiful. Do you know who sent them in?"

"Frangipani plumeria. I unfortunately don't but they did leave a note for you. I have to get going , the other set of flowers are placed on your table."

"Thank you David!"

"Anything for you señorita Kanani. It seems like you have a keeper in your hands."

"That it does , hopefully this note tells me who it is."

"Have a good day."

"....hmmm who the hell sent me two sets of frangipani flowers. Dile si al cielo dime si a mi. Well that is cute of them to put my favorite song on there. Seems like this person really paid attention to me."

Kanani smiled once again as she smelled the freshly picked flowers. Frangipani flowers were simply her favorite since they reminded her of Hawai'i , where she was originally born. Now cheesing ear to ear Kanani quickly arranged the flowers to her liking before rushing off to prepare for her day.

"Today is going to be a really good ass day for me."

Translation

"dile si al cielo dime si a mi" : say yes to heaven say yes to me

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comfortzonequeen · 1 month ago

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Handle It - LN

Summary: When y/n finds out her baby is being bullied at school, she ends up waiting in the office for Lando along with their kid.

Themes/warnings: Protective!reader, unconventional parenting (it's meant to be funny, hopefully), dad!Lando

Word count: 2.3k

No part 2 requests please

For everyone outside of y/n and Lando, it'd be a fun experience watching them navigate parenthood. For the two of them it had been much more stressful but with their oldest Eden finally old enough for school, it was even more stressful because Lando was still racing, y/n is pregnant again and they have Remy who still only 2 years old.

But they've managed to balance things. It's not the world's worst set up even if Lando wishes he was there more, he's constantly checking in when he's travelling and tries to take Remy with him when he can and of course y/n and eden come to races that are closer to home because they do love coming to races and Eden was very upset when she found out school meant not getting to go to every race like she'd gotten used to in her 5 years of life.

"Hey, baby. How was school?" Y/n grins as she picks Eden up from school with Remy kept close on a leash since the kid is a runner and y/n doesn't have the tolerance for chasing him while 4 months pregnant and on her own.

"Can we get take out tonight?" Eden as asks as she takes hold of y/n's hand and tries to guide her quickly out of there.

"Ok. Is everything alright?"

"Mummy, please." Eden sniffles, big teary eyes making y/n's chest tighten and she leads them back to the car getting Remy in his seat as Eden straps herself in.

"Eden, baby. Please tell me what's wrong, I can't make it better if I don't know what's happened." Y/n states not wanting to push the young girl too far and when Eden finally hiccups y/n has her unstrapped and lifting from the car in a hug that were send Lando epileptic about carrying Eden when she's pregnant.

Eden just completely falls apart crying against the woman who just tightens her hold.

"Ok, it's ok." Y/n soothes just swinging her small body gently back and forth.

Eventually Eden calms down and y/n manages to sit her back in the car feeling her back ache a little.

"What happened? Tell mummy why you're sad." Y/n instructs making her swallow trying to find her voice.

"I got a question wrong when the teacher as and the boy next to me told me that I'm stupid-and-and he does it all the time and-and today he pushed me at play time." Eden chokes out between heavy and ragged breaths.

Admittedly y/n is feeling her own blood sizzle with a white hot rage. She's never felt like it's justified to run someone over but the urge to find the kid and even just tap him with her car is overpowering.

Pregnancy hormones really aren't helpful with taming those thoughts right now.

Deciding against marching in the school, she'll deal with it tomorrow. Plus she wants to get a bit more detail out of Eden for as to what happened.

Lando is due back tomorrow as well. So maybe he can help figure things out.

"Did the teachers do anything?" Y/n asks since Eden had really ran over to y/n before she had the chance to talk with her teacher.

"They told him to apologise and when he didn't, he had to go sit inside." Eden mumbles as she looks at the older woman who ended up getting them pizza and chips for the takeout on Eden's request.

"I'll talk to the teacher. You should let someone treat you like that baby. I want you to think about if it was Remy or one of your friends being treated like that. Whatever you would do if it happened to someone else, I want you to protect yourself...remember those boys at the karting track? You didn't let them stop you from beating them in a race. So don't let some little brat at school push you around and if he does always push back twice as hard."

Now admittedly, y/n didn't necessarily mean that last part.

But Eden heard what she needed to do and that karting race might've been a bad example too because Eden drives dirty, she pushed 3 of those boys off the track and left them in the gravel. Thankfully even with the penalties she managed to get herself ahead just by 0.3 seconds but a win is a win.

Today however, was possibly not a win in y/n's parenting books.

Because when she got an urgent call from the school when she was on her way to the airport for Lando. So she sends him a message she's had to go to the school and asks Max if he can pick up his friend instead.

When y/n gets to the school Remy is balanced on her hip and when she gets into the office almost arguing with the poor receptionist when she questions what's happened and doesn't get much of an answer.

"Mrs Norris." The headteacher, Mrs Smith greets making Y/n grumble and walk in placing Remy down when she sees Eden sitting with a very angry frown on her face.

"Are you ok?" Y/n asks kneeling down in front of the girl.

"It's not my fault. He pushed me first." Eden states earning a small frown from her mum.

"Mrs Norris, Eden got in a fight today with another student who we have been trying to handle-but her behaviour was entirely unaccepted." Mrs Smith states stiffly as y/n turns and sits beside Eden in the other chair.

"I spoke to Eden's teacher this morning about an incident I was failed to be informed about over bullying. I'm assuming this fight was with the same student?" Y/n states using her own cold attitude. "If Eden took it upon herself to handle this other student then I assumed it's because of the failure of the staff at this school."

Oh her inner Karen is clearly alive and kicking. Really she knows she shouldn't be encouraging Eden to be violent or defending her being violent. But right now that's the least of her concerns.

"While that may be something we need to address. It does not excuse that Eden sent her peer to hospital with a suspected dislocated shoulder after and I quote "recreating the Mufasa and Scar scene from the Lion King"."

It's not funny but y/n really has to suppress her smile at the fact that her daughter really said that.

"Look, as much as I respect that fighting is not a means of handling bullying. If you are unwilling to properly step in than it can only be expected that Eden will defend herself and if this kid pushed her first then perhaps he should think twice about messing with Eden again."

"Mrs Norris, we do not condone-"

"Bullying? Because that's what I recall your policy being when I signed Eden up to attend this school and yet here she is having to resort to violence because her teachers are failing to protect her under their own policy." Y/n frowns before the door bursts open and y/n turns finding none other than her husband standing in the door way, no doubt having heard his pregnant wife's voice starting to rise in volume as her temper gets the better of her.

"Hi, daddy." Eden greets a little nervously while y/n slumps in the chair feeling like she's the one who has been caught in trouble as Lando picks up an excited Remy who really hadn't been paying attention to a word anyone was saying and instead going through his mum's bag.

"Hey, baby. What's going on?"

Lando sits down getting a similar speech from Mrs Smith while y/n tries to hide behind her hand as the relay of events, specifically of the Lion King scene recreation.

Lando takes the lead in handling the situation and eventually they all leave with Lando carrying Remy as Eden takes y/n's hand and they all walk out of the school building.

It's not even till they have the kids in the car that Lando closes the door and turns to y/n who is smiling shyly since it's obvious her advice was taken a little too literally by their daughter.

"I've been thinking about homeschooling being a good option for Eden." Y/n states earning a sigh.

"You want to homeschool?"

"Look she was getting bullied, and I didn't tell her to recreate the Mufasa and Scar." Y/n continues while Lando smiles at her. "I'm sorry. This was not the homecoming I planned."

"It's ok. I'm not proud of her for sending him to the hospital...but I'm not ashamed of her for standing up for herself." Lando laughs then sighing as he looks back at the car. "I wanted to home school her from the get-go."

"I know. But her social skills..."

"She'll still get social skills, she's going to be travelling." Lando argues then kissing her and placing his hands on her bump. "You don't need the extra stress of this. If there's an issue please at least call someone in to help, my mum would even come and help you."

"I can't believe she sent another kid to the hospital." Y/n whispers biting back a smile. "It's awful I'm secretly proud of her."

"No. I'm so proud of her and you were making it so hard to be the serious one between us. We might have to find her a new school anyway after this experience."

"Maybe." Y/n mumbles before she lets her body fall against him. "She was getting bullied, it took everything in me not to track the kid down."

"She's definitely not going back." Lando declares making her sigh. "If only for the safety of others from you and her. I don't want you to stress out when you're pregnant baby. And if you're going to, can you send me more context in the message rather than just there was an emergency at Eden's school, Max will pick you up."

"Sorry, I was worried and in a rush."

"Yeah, and so was I. Then I walk into the school and hear you yelling at the teacher." Lando laughs before sighing and opening the passenger seat. "Alright kiddos, dad is home. So mum is off duty, any issues you come to daddy-including you, mummy."

Lando smirks reaching over and clipping her seatbelt in for her, kissing her in the process.

"You know you can't get me pregnant again."

"Well not right in this moment. But I'd bet I can in the distant future." Lando laughs before pecking her lips again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Love you daddy!" Eden and Remy both shout while completely out of sync.

Lando had put Eden down for the night making a promise that they wouldn't be taking her back to school, which she is overjoyed about and more than happy to agrees to.

"Is he asleep?" Lando asks as he walks down and finds Remy lying against, his head resting on her chest as he sleeps.

"Asleep or really good at faking it." Y/n smiles tiredly making Lando smile.

"I'll get him up to bed." Lando states slowly moving to get the 2 year old and transition him from y/n to his arms.

He does stir and his little hot body stretches as he's lifted from y/n to Lando. But he doesn't wake up and y/n puffs out relaxing back as Lando disappears.

Really she knows Lando should be able to come home and relax after a race weekend and working, but the man would never let her discourage him from being an active dad when he's home.

He manages to get Remy down for the night before returning to y/n only to find she's suddenly disappeared from the living room.

"Baby?" He calls out quietly, not wanting to wake up the kids from being too loud.

"Kitchen." Y/n calls back making him move quickly to search for the young woman who is taking some painkillers and has dug out some chocolate from her stash.

"Hey, you ok?" Lando frowns moving to her as she grabs a bottle of water and picks up the painkillers throwing them in her mouth and swallowing them back.

"Yeah, just a bit of a headache." Y/n mumbles before smiling lightly as he opens his arms and she moves to just be held by him. "I really missed you."

"I missed you too. I missed all of you." Lando sighs then kissing the top of her head. "You know Eden is going to be alright, we didn't raise her to take shit."

"I know...but I don't want her getting a reputation of being unfriendly."

"She won't." Lando dismisses then earning a look. "She won't. She's 5, kids that age always get into fights. Look, how about we get you comfortable, you have some chocolate and we just relax and have some mummy and daddy time?"

"Oh I'm way ahead of you." Y/n smiles while feeling the baby kick against Lando through her tummy. "Baby, agrees. We planned this out before you even got home."

"I'm sure you did." Lando chuckles before he moves and kisses her. "Just the one bar of chocolate?"

"Yes. I'll get you to grab another one for me if I have space for more."

"Oh right, of course." Lando smiles before he nods. "Let me take care of you then. You're off duty."

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comfortzonequeen · 1 month ago

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Summary: Set against the eerie backdrop of the Florida swamps in the 1980s, this supernatural tale follows Adla Bennett, a woman navigating life after the loss of her father. When she discovers a wounded creature resembling a wolf on her porch, she takes it in for the night, only to find out the creature is a shapeshifter named Terry Richmond. He asks Adla for her help in locating his missing cousin, Mike, intertwining their fates in a way she never expected.

A/N: Divider by firefly-graphics. This is the beginning of my Swampbound story for Scary Terry Night (October 30) featuring Werewolf!Terry Richmond with my fave @uzumaki-rebellion! If you haven’t already, check out her Tattoos and Bloodsucker Blues preview. I struggled to choose an excerpt, so I’m sharing the entire first part. This story features supernatural elements and some mild gore, so please keep that in mind. Happy Reading!

Adla had spent all of her life in Florida, yet the strange things that washed ashore after storms still startled her. Destruction was to be expected—broken tree limbs, uprooted plants, even splintered pieces of homes carried away by the wind.

Tangled in seaweed, turtle hatchlings, along with frogs and crabs scurried frantically, struggling to reclaim their place in the chaos. Sometimes she'd find the occasional oddity: a tattered shirt, a weathered cloth bag, knotted fishing line.

But she'd never come across anything like this—a mangled, bloody deer carcass strewn across the tall grass, torn flesh and fur mingling with pieces of shredded cloth.

Her instincts screamed at her to back, but curiosity got the better of her.

She knelt down, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Something violent had happened here. She scanned the scene, trying to make sense of it.

A gator? No, they usually dragged their prey back into the water.

Maybe a hawk? But even with its sharp talons, a bird of prey wouldn’t make this kind of mess.

Possibly a bobcat? They prowled the swamps, their hunting disturbed by storms, always opportunistic.

But no, the tracks didn’t match.

These footprints were too big—far too big. The prints were wolf-like but larger, deeper, as though the creature was far heavier than any wolf she'd ever heard of.

Four prints ran parallel, perfectly spaced in the mud, until they faded into something stranger—two flatter, elongated impressions.

Like feet.

Human feet.

The footprints appeared far too big to be her own, and there shouldn’t have been anyone else wandering around the property.

A chill ran down her back even though the sun was shining. The mangrove seemed way too quiet, like the world was holding its breath. The usual racket of gulls and cicadas had vanished—like even they knew the storm had left more than just broken branches behind. One of the first lessons her father had drilled into her as a girl was to never run; not from a person nor an animal.

Running makes you prey.

Adla pulled her hunting knife from her waistband, steadying her wrist as her eyes swept over the wide, open space around her. She was ready to defend herself if it came down to it, but there was nothing– no one hiding in the brush, no animal stalking her. Just thick humidity, carrying the earthy scent of wet soil and decaying leaves.

She figured it was time to head back.

With caution, she began her trek home, her footsteps muffled by the spongy ground, all while keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings. This land held secrets—some of which she had come to accept, and others she feared.

The old myths— of beastly protectors with vengeful spirits, born of the swamp’s dark magic during the era of slavery— often lingered like shadows in the back of her mind, but today, the possibility felt much closer. The swamp was alive; gnarled roots of mangroves twisted out of the water like skeletal fingers and casted dark shadows on the surface of the water.

Adla focused on the worn path ahead, until the low rumble of an engine made her pause.

She wasn’t expecting anybody—she never did. As a child, she had hated the isolation of living out here, but now? It kept the outside world at arm’s length, just as she wanted.

She hurried up the muddy incline, her boots kicking loose clumps of wet earth. At the porch of the old Cracker house, she leaned against the weathered wood, squinting down the overgrown path. A boxy, faded green Jeep Cherokee from the late '70s bounced along the uneven track, its tires struggling for traction in the soft ground. With an exasperated breath, she lowered the knife to her side.

It was none other than Jesse Hampton. She should’ve known.

The vehicle pulled to a stop, and Jesse stepped out, scanning the trees before his eyes settled on her. His mahogany skin glistened under the humid late-afternoon sun, and his damp t-shirt clung to his chest. His cap sat low, shadowing his normally neat hair, now curling wildly in the moisture. A few days' stubble covered his jaw—unusual for him but understandable after the chaos of the storm.

Even so, he was as handsome as ever.

"Adla," he called, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "You shouldn't be out here alone." His gaze darted behind her, as if sensing unseen dangers lurking in the shadows. "I get that it feels peaceful, but it's still dangerous."

The last thing she wanted was to give him more reason to worry or lecture her, so she swallowed the uneasiness she’d just felt moments before.

"You sound like my father, Jesse." She rolled her eyes, dismissing his caution. But Jesse's expression tightened, a hint of something unspoken hovering between them. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Adla, just... promise me you'll watch yourself. You've got a light in you that attracts attention, and sometimes that attention ain't the kind you want."

The weight of his words hung in the space between them. She could feel the worry lacing his words and caught an uncharacteristic flicker of fear in his eyes that was hard to overlook. “Quit that. I’m fine,” she shot back, the nagging feeling returning to her chest. She hated when he used that tone– like he knew something she didn't.

She couldn’t understand the source of Jesse's recent worries. They had grown up playing in the wild jungle that was her backyard, always safe. The worst they ever faced was a snake that sent them running to her father for protection. Wild boars and gators lurked about, but they didn't bother anyone who didn’t bother them.

“Live and let live” had always served her well.

“What you doing out here?” she asked, crossing her arms tightly.

“Do I gotta have a reason now?” Jesse countered, flashing a charming smile. She wrinkled her nose, picking up on the mischief in his tone. “You always have a reason when you show up at my place unannounced. So, what’s the story this time?”

Jesse owned a bustling convenience store in town, but most of his income came from various side hustles. He was the go-to guy for anything anyone needed, always finding a way to get things done, no matter the cost.

“Just checking in on you, that’s all. Wanted to see how you were holding up after the storm. But if I’m not welcome…” He paused, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. “I can turn right back around.”

Adla scoffed, turning her back on him as she ascended the steps of the screened-in porch. “You say that every time, but you always end up following me inside.” He fell into step behind her, his boots thudding against the weathered floorboards. “You don’t even bother asking if you can come in anymore,” she teased, shooting him a sidelong glance.

“After all the times I’ve been here, why would I bother? Especially when you’ve welcomed me in plenty of times.” He leaned against the doorframe with an easy grace, arms crossed and a playful glint in his eye. “Sometimes at night, if I’m not mistaken.”

Adla shook her head as she headed to the kitchen. “Come on, Jess, that ain’t the same, and you know it.”

She opened the fridge and retrieved a pitcher of cold water, then grabbed one of the glass cups from the cupboard. After she poured, she handed it over to him, her hands wrinkled from long hours spent clearing debris in the yard. When he took the cup, their fingers brushed against each other, stirring the subtle tension that always rested just below the surface between them.

“Now, why you gotta put it like that?” Jesse asked, a pouty frown appearing on his face as he took a sip.

“'Cause I need you to get this,” Adla paused, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t like folks showing up here without a heads-up, and that goes for you too.” She hoped her sweet smile softened the message. Before anything, he was her closest friend, and she never wanted to hurt him.

He grinned, leaning casually against the counter beside her. She considered asking if he’d been snooping around her property without her knowing— Jesse was sneaky like that— but figured it’d raise too many questions if he said no.

He set his glass down, inching closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I thought I was special, though.”

She arched an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “Now, where’d you get an idea like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He tugged a curl loose from her messy ponytail, the spiral bouncing back like a rubber band. “I figured if I did that thing you like enough times, it might earn me a few privileges around here.”

She fought a smile. “What kind of privileges are we talking about?”

“The kind that lets me show up whenever I feel like it.” He leaned in, his intentions clear as he tried to kiss her, wanting more than just a friendly chat. Adla pressed her palm against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Jesse was undeniably handsome, and she enjoyed having him around, but she wasn’t about to let anyone—no matter how charming—think they had a claim on her. She was in charge of her life, and she liked it that way. Getting serious with Jesse, no matter how often he hinted at it, simply wasn’t part of her plans. Especially knowing other women were enjoying that thing she liked too.

“No, sir,” she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head, trying to lighten the mood. “You thought wrong. But since you’re already here, you might as well lend me a hand with something.”

“Oh yeah?” He leaned in, steadily pressing closer, an eyebrow raised as his interest deepened. “And what would that be?”

“You can come help me set these traps and see what else washed up after the storm,” she said, avoiding his lips to steal a drink from his cup. She hoped to score some fat crabs and a few fish to stock the freezer for the next few days. Her generator had held up well during the storm, keeping the food fresh, but it was always smart to restock. Hurricane season wasn’t over yet and she felt a bit uneasy about heading back into the woods by herself.

“Aww, man,” Jesse groaned dramatically. “I should’ve known that coming over here meant I was gonna have to work. You’re a real slave driver, girl, you know that?”

They spent the next couple of hours working side by side, enjoying a comfortable rhythm of silence mixed with casual conversation.

First, they checked her garden for storm damage while Jesse caught her up on the latest town gossip—apparently, Mrs. Flowers had been caught with Mr. Jenkins in Mr. Flowers' house. The mustard greens were ruined, uprooted and twisted by the wind, so she pulled them up. Thankfully, the okra and sweet potatoes had weathered the storm just fine; she just hoped the excess moisture wouldn’t lead to any rot.

Next, they moved on to setting her fishing nets and traps, but instead stumbled upon another surprise.

Like the mangled bird she'd spotted earlier, several fish heads littered the bank where she usually set her traps, alongside crab skeletons missing their claws and backs, stripped bare. This wasn’t the typical gator damage—no, this was something far worse, disturbingly messy and strange for the area’s usual predators.

She scanned the ground for any more footprints but saw nothing. No paw prints or torn cloth either.

“What in the world?” Adla muttered, staring at the destruction. “What you think did this? A gator?”

Jesse leaned down, his brow furrowed. “A gator wouldn’t leave pieces like this.”

“Something else did this,” She finished his sentence. Adla’s skin prickled and suddenly, hiding her unsettling feelings from earlier felt foolish. She described the strange prints and the shredded bird she’d found to Jesse as he listened intently. He ran his hands over her shoulders, trying to soothe her.

“You shouldn’t stay out here alone tonight, Addy. Why don’t you spend the night at my place?”

Adla couldn’t shake the feeling of unease about what the darkness might bring, but she couldn’t take Jesse up on his offer, even if his grandmother’s old house was just a few miles up the road.

The old woman had adored her, having been the one to deliver her. Still, it just didn’t feel right to spend the night in another woman’s house, even if that woman was no longer alive.

Plus, sneaking around with Jesse where others could see was out of the question.

She wasn’t about to give anyone a reason to stir up drama or question her independence. Lord knows she couldn’t bear the thought of becoming the next Mrs. Flowers, her good name dragged through the mud to anyone willing to listen.

“No one—and nothing—is gonna run me out of my house,” she replied, her stubbornness rising to the surface. This place was her sanctuary, the fruit of her labor and her ancestors' struggles. They’d fought hard for what they had, and she felt a fierce pride in maintaining the one thing that truly belonged to her.

Out here in the swamps, peace was something you earned, not given. She would defend her home if it came to that.

“You don’t even know who or what it is, and you want to stay out here alone? That doesn’t make a lick of sense, baby doll,” Jesse insisted, his persistence typical but unusually intense.

“I’m not your ‘baby doll,’” she shot back, irritation rising. He seemed to be making a habit of testing her clearly established boundaries more recently.

“I already told you—I’m staying here. You should head out before it gets dark.”

“Come on, don’t be like that—” Jesse began, his voice smooth like molasses. He might’ve been charming, but today, she wasn’t about to let those sweet words sway her.

“Go,” she pressed, stepping forward to cut him off. “I’ll handle the cleanup and make sure everything’s locked up tight, but I want you to leave—now, please.”

Jesse held her gaze for a long moment, recognizing that determined look in her eye. He knew better than to push too far when she was set on something. “Alright, I’ll go,” he finally relented. “But I need you to promise me you won’t leave the house tonight. Whatever you do, don’t cross that threshold, okay?”

Her face contorted at his strange choice of words.

“Why would I be outside? I’m not foolish enough to wander around out here at night. What’s got you so riled up today, anyway?” She reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Just trust me on this,” he urged, his tone serious as he finally locked eyes with her. She’d never seen him look so grim before—what was he hiding?

“You’ll be safe if you stay inside tonight.” He repeated carefully.

Last she checked, danger didn’t give a damn about doors, but it was clear he wasn’t leaving until he knew she’d listen to his advice.

“Alright,” she said, dragging the word out as her confusion showed. “I’ll stay inside tonight. Not like I was planning on wandering around anyway.”

“Good,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead and lingering there as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. “I’ll call you tonight, and you better answer. If you don’t, I’ll be back out here, with or without your blessing.”

As he turned to leave, Adla couldn’t help but smile after him. Jesse could be a handful, but beneath that cool exterior, she knew he cared for her as fiercely as she did for him.

In the wilderness of the swamps, that bond meant everything.

He lingered in her driveway while she hurried to gather the crab shells, tossing them into her compost bin—no sense letting them go to waste. He didn’t start his engine and pull away until she was safely inside with the door closed, waving his goodbye from the street as she watched him from the window.

After locking up, she sank into a well-deserved bubble bath, a simple yet sweet reward for a day’s hard work. The clawfoot tub, older than she was but still in impeccable shape, had become a beloved fixture in her home.

The bathroom, filled with the soothing scents of incense and candles, wrapped around her like a comforting hug. After her father’s passing, her top priority had been to breathe life back into the old house and make it feel like home again.

Every now and then, she spotted reminders of her past, like the doorframe where her father had marked her height on the first day of school every year or the cast-iron pans he used to whip up their dinners each night. But mostly, she had truly claimed the space as her own—weathered yet undeniably new in some ways– hers.

Her short time in the city had been a far cry from the peace she now enjoyed in the country. Balancing multiple jobs just to get by, she constantly dealt with nosy neighbors prying into her life, questioning why a young woman like her was living on her own. The men she met often couldn’t take “no” for an answer, turning her daily life into a constant struggle against unwanted advances.

Worse yet, she had attracted the attention of a stalker—someone she’d never even seen who kept slipping threatening handwritten notes under her apartment door, claiming they knew who she was and had been watching her. It was both terrifying and emotionally draining, but she hadn’t tucked her tail and run home until her father died.

Whenever thoughts of him lingered too long, the guilt of not being there when it mattered most consumed her, so she kept herself busy.

Her part-time job at the new bed-and-breakfast in town helped her pay the bills and left her enough time to create. On weekends, she sold her art—pieces made from found objects collected in the woods—at the flea market a couple of towns over. Any spare moment was spent bringing something to life, whether sculpting or tending to her flowers. She loved working on the coastal hibiscus that grew in her yard, their bright blooms a small splash of beauty against the swampy backdrop. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but the peace she found in it was worth far more than anything else.

“When You're Young and in Love” by The Marvelettes played softly on the record player. It had been one of her mother’s cherished favorites, or so her father often reminisced. To Adla, the song captured the slow, simple peace she felt only at home. While she couldn’t completely understand the carefree idea of being swept away by a fleeting romance, it still forged a bond with the mother she never got the chance to know.

Her father had only a handful of pictures, but from those, she could see the resemblance. She had inherited her father’s height and perhaps his temperament, but everything else came from her mother—her rich skin tone, flat nose, and wide, expressive eyes. Those features made her feel close to a woman whose memory was etched in her heart but absent from her life.

With a soft sigh, Adla rose from the now-cool bathwater, wrapping a towel snugly around her waist. Taking a moment for herself, she slathered on a generous layer of cocoa butter lotion, the rich, nutty scent enveloping her like a comforting embrace from home. Her earlier worries faded into the background. Satisfied, she slipped into an oversized cotton nightgown, covered in bright floral patterns that mirrored the blooms in her garden.

She went through her nighttime routine, carefully checking that everything was turned off and every door was locked tight. As she switched off the last light in her cozy home, the old wooden floors creaked softly beneath her feet—a comforting sound that added to the charm of the place.

Just as she was about to settle into bed, faint sounds echoed from outside—rhythmic, insistent scraping and thumping carried to her ears by the wind. Strange noises weren’t uncommon out in the boonies, but something about this one sent a shiver down her spine, drawing her into the hallway.

Adla glanced toward the door, a strange compulsion tugging at her, urging her to step outside despite Jesse's warnings. It felt as if something—or someone—was calling her, and the pull was too strong to ignore. She hesitated, biting her lip, fighting the overwhelming temptation.

Something clattered loose as she unlocked the heavy door and pushed it open. Through the screen, a flicker of movement caught her eye. Adla squinted, trying to make sense of the dimness outside. There, bathed in the cold glow of the moonlight, lay a massive creature. Its shadow loomed so large that it seemed to stretch across the entire porch.

A knot twisted in her stomach. What in the world? This wasn’t no bobcat. This creature was more like a coyote, but much larger. It resembled a wolf, though she knew they didn’t roam these parts of Florida. Its amber eyes glowed like lanterns in the dark of the night, locking onto her with an intensity that sent chills racing down her spine. Jesse’s warnings echoed in the back of her mind. What if this creature was more than it seemed?

I know this fool ain’t lookin’ at me like I’m dinner.

Adla squared her shoulders, drawing on every ounce of strength she had. “You don’t belong here,” she called out, her voice steady and commanding. “Now, git!”

The wolf let out a low growl, a deep rumble that reverberated through the still night air, commanding her silence. It took a slow step forward, large paws thudding against the wooden floor, and she noticed it was limping.

A deep gash ran from its back down to one of its hind legs, blood dripping from the wound and staining the old wood beneath it. The sight of its injury stirred something deep within her—a mix of concern and fascination that left her momentarily spellbound. It was odd but something kept her feet rooted in place, drawn to the creature and its imposing presence for reasons she couldn’t quite understand.

“Don’t you come any closer,” she warned, her heart racing as she reached for the shotgun she kept above the door, her gaze fixed on the beast. Adla tightened her grip on the cold metal, the weight of the gun both comforting and alarming as she aimed it at the creature through the screen.

The wolf paused right in front of her, as if held back by something she couldn’t see or understand. She glanced down at the door’s threshold, recalling Jesse’s cryptic words.

This was her moment—a choice between life or death. But Adla found herself frozen, her finger hovering over the trigger, unable to pull it.

The large, beautiful creature let out a mournful whine before collapsing in a heap on her porch, nearly at her feet, its strength finally giving out as if it had resigned itself to whatever fate awaited it.

Despite its pain, something flickered in its amber gaze—a silent plea, asking not to be seen as a threat. The creature’s body shook, not with aggression, but with a desperate need to protect itself rather than harm her. The sight of that defeated animal struck a chord deep within her, stirring up memories of her own struggles not so long ago—exhausted by the burdens of life, yet somehow still pushing forward.

A lesson her father had once shared echoed in her mind: “Listen, baby girl, we only take what we need from this world, and we don’t kick folks when they’re already down. Respect the creatures out here, just like you respect yourself. Life's tough enough without us makin’ it harder on each other.” She could almost hear his voice, the warmth of his wisdom wrapping around her like a protective blanket.

Adla let out a deep sigh, lowering the shotgun. She hoped the wolf had enough sense to slip off her porch and find its way back through that little doggy door, the one that had been shredded and left with a gaping hole. Sure, it was already intruding on her space, but it showed no signs of being able to bust down her doors with its weakened strength.

The blood staining the porch was already beginning to dry, and she knew she’d have to scrub it down in the morning. If the wolf didn’t make it through the night and died on her porch, she could always call Animal Control to handle it— it wouldn’t cost her a dime to let the creature have one more night of life.

That thought offered a flicker of comfort as she triple-checked that both the screen door and the sturdy wooden door were locked tight for the night.

Adla placed the shotgun within arm’s reach and settled into bed, her mind lingering on the wolf outside. She couldn’t shake the strange pull she felt. Yet, there was a quiet resolve in her heart—she would let the creature be.

Maybe it wasn’t just a wolf. Maybe it was something more—a mirror reflecting her own struggles and wounds, a sign sent from her father to teach her something. The night was thick with uncertainty, but she felt no fear, only calm curiosity. She’d done all she could for now.

As sleep tugged at her, she hoped that the wolf, with its heavy wounds and haunted eyes, would make it through the night. Tomorrow, she’d face whatever came next, but for now, she surrendered to the stillness, trusting that both she and the wolf would both survive until morning.

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Back to December - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Back to December - Taylor Swift - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: there's angst but it has a happy ending

wordcount: +2k

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I hear Lewis’s footsteps muffled down the hallway, each step familiar in the quiet of our home. I glance up from my spot on the sofa, curled into the corner with a blanket draped over me, the fireplace casting a warm glow that barely chases away the memory of colder nights.

He comes into the room, his face softened by that tender, knowing smile— the very one that reaches deep into a part of my heart that I once thought might stay closed forever.

He looks tired, the kind of tired that comes with long nights of soothing a restless toddler, but with a warmth in his eyes that makes my chest ache. The look of a man who had found his way back to love, who knows exactly what it’s worth.

He sits beside me, sliding an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. His other hand settles over the curve of my belly, his thumb tracing absentminded circles over the fabric of my sweater.

The small, familiar motion settles me, the very same balm of our first pregnancy – him soothing our growing child

“Did he fall asleep?” I ask, resting my head against his shoulder, letting the weight of the day melt away. It’s been hard on all of us, this new phase—our little boy struggling to understand what it means to have a sibling on the way.

Lewis lets out a soft sigh, his breath warm against my hair. “Yeah. It’s a lot for him to take in, but he’s a tough kid. He’ll be okay.”

“I know,” I whisper, but I can’t quite shake the twinge of worry.

I’m about to ask him something else when I catch that look in his eye, the one that says he’s been mulling something over. I nudge him gently, trying to lighten the moment. “What is it, Lewis? I know that look.”

He laughs softly, but there’s a hesitance in the sound, like he’s not sure how I’ll take what he’s about to say. “I was reading some of the reviews of your album” he begins, and my heart gives a little jump in my chest.

I try to play it cool, but I feel my pulse quicken. It’s not that I’m surprised he’s been reading them—Lewis has always supported my music, even when I didn’t feel like I deserved it.

But there’s something in the way he says it, a curiosity that puts me on edge. “And?”

“One of the songs caught my attention. Well, not only mine” he says, his tone gentle, almost as if he’s feeling out the words. “People seem to think it’s about us. About that December.”

My breath hitches. That December. The words sit heavy between us, a ghost of a time I’ve tried to leave behind but never quite managed to forget.

I give him a little nudge, knowing that he’s still got that look on his face, like he’s piecing together a puzzle. “Okay, detective. Go on, then. What made you think that song was about us?”

He chuckles softly, but his eyes stay serious, the corners crinkling as he searches my face. “I mean ... the part with ‘tan skin’ and a ‘sweet smile are pretty obvious.’”

I raise an eyebrow, leaning back against the cushions with a smirk. “You’re not the only man with tan skin and a sweet smile, you know. Could’ve been about anyone.”

He shakes his head, a knowing grin playing at his lips. “Your fans thought that part was a dead giveaway too. How you used to post those photos of us on holiday, and the way you’d talk about my smile like it was your favorite thing in the world.” His voice softens, and he traces a thumb along my jaw. “I remember that, too, Y/n.”

My heart clenches a little at that, but I keep my teasing smile in place, not wanting to break the lightness of this moment just yet. “I’ll give you that one. What else, Sherlock?”

He hums thoughtfully, running a hand through his beard, the other still resting over my bump. “‘September night’—the first time I saw you cry?” He pauses, and his expression turns more somber, like he’s reliving the memory.

“That was when your label kept pushing back the release of your album, wasn’t it? And you thought it was because you weren’t good enough. That was the night you broke down on my balcony in LA.”

I feel my breath hitch, the memory hitting me like a wave. I’d felt so lost back then, so unsure of myself and my place in the world, and Lewis had been the only thing that made me feel grounded. He’d held me tight as I’d cried into his chest, whispering that I was more than enough, that I didn’t need anyone’s validation but my own.

I reach out, squeezing his hand, and he squeezes back. “You really remember that night?” I ask quietly, the words barely more than a whisper.

He looks at me like I’ve just asked him the most obvious question in the world. “Of course, I do. That was the first time you let me see that side of you, Y/n.”

I blink back the sting of tears, but before I can say anything, he keeps going, his tone turning a bit playful again. “Then there’s the whole ‘mindless dreaming’ bit. You used those exact words once in an interview when we weren’t together, remember?”

I let out a soft laugh, even as the memory makes my chest ache. “My fans never let me live down that one. I was asked what I thought about love, and I told them it felt like ‘mindless dreaming.’. They always tease me I was talking about you.”

He smiles, a little sad but mostly understanding. “Yeah, they picked up on that one, too. They knew that song was about us before I did.”

I roll my eyes playfully, even though my heart is pounding in my chest. “They always did read too much into everything.”

“And you still thought you could slip that line past them?” He teases, squeezing my shoulder gently.

I snuggle into his side, but the final piece falls into place, and I watch his face soften, his smile turning gentle. “The biggest giveaway, though, was the January after we broke up. When you posted that photo with ‘If we loved again, I swear.’”

I can’t help but let out a small, shaky breath at that. I remember that post—how the fogged-up glass in the picture had mirrored the haze I’d felt inside, the uncertainty, the heartbreak.

At the time, everyone thought it meant we’d had some kind of fight, not that I was on the verge of finishing that thought with “...I swear I’d love you right.”

“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice catching on the memories. “I didn’t think you’d ever see that post, or understand what I meant. I didn’t even know if I’d ever get the chance to love you again, to make things right.”

He presses a kiss to my hair, holding me just a little tighter.

I close my eyes, letting his warmth and his words wash over me. It feels like a balm to wounds, ones I thought had healed but still ached when I looked back. And now, with his arms around me, I realize that maybe those scars will always be a part of us.

I swallow hard, the smile slipping from my face as the memories come rushing back, unbidden and sharp-edged. “It is about that December” I admit, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I snuck it into the B-side because... I wanted people to know how much you meant to me, even when I couldn’t find the words to say it back then.”

Lewis’s thumb brushes over my shoulder, a gentle back-and-forth that’s there to soothe me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his voice so soft, understanding.

I close my eyes, letting my head fall against his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath me. He’s here, he’s real, and he’s mine again, but the pain of losing him still lingers, like a scar that aches when the weather turns cold.

“I was scared,” I admit, my voice cracking with the weight of the truth I’ve kept hidden for so long. “Writing that song… it was like pouring salt on flesh. I needed to put it out how much I missed you, how empty everything felt without you. I thought I’d made the right choice, but every night I spent alone, I knew I’d made the worst mistake of my life.”

I can feel his breathing slow, the way he’s listening to every word, taking it in like he always does, never interrupting. It gives me the courage to go on, to lay bare the part of me that still aches from the memory of letting him go.

I remember sitting at the piano in my empty apartment, the cold seeping as winter settled in outside. My fingers hovered over the keys, shaking as I tried to find the melody that had been stuck in my head for days, one that wouldn’t let me sleep.

It was almost haunting, like trying to pull the words from the hollow space inside my chest where my heart used to be.

I remember playing a few chords, my breath catching in my throat as I whispered the lyrics, barely able to get them out past the lump in my throat. It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you. Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine. My voice cracked on the words, and I had to stop, my hands shaking as I pressed them to my face.

I missed him. God, I missed him so much it hurt.

I missed the way he’d pull me into his arms without a word, the way he’d kiss my forehead when I felt like the world was closing in around me. I missed the way he’d look at me, like I was something precious, something worth holding onto—even when I felt like I wasn’t.

But I’d pushed him away. I’d let the fear of losing myself in the shadow of his fame, of being seen as just his girlfriend, drive me to leave.

And I thought I’d be okay, that I’d find myself again, but all I found was the emptiness of a life without him in it.

Every time I played that song, it felt like reopening the wound, like admitting to myself that I’d thrown away the best thing I’d ever had.

The nights were the worst—when the silence became deafening, and all I could hear was the echo of his voice, his laugh, the way he’d whisper I love you like it was the simplest, most certain thing in the world.

And I would lay awake, wondering if he’d moved on, if he’d found someone who wouldn’t be too scared to stay.

I blink back to our family home, my throat thick with unshed tears. Lewis is still looking at me, his expression so gentle, so heartbreakingly kind, like he had watched what I had remembered through my own eyes.

“I thought I’d lost you forever, Lewis,” I whisper, my voice raw with the memory of the pain. “I thought you’d never take me back after the way I hurt you. And writing that song… it was like a goodbye that I never got to say. I needed you to know that if we ever had a second chance, I would love you right.”

He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. His eyes shining along, and he presses his forehead to mine, his breath mingling with mine in the space between us. “You never really lost me, Y/n. I was always waiting for you. And I’d go back to that December, a thousand times over, and do it all again, if it meant we’d end up right here.”

My heart feels heavy with everything I’ve just laid bare, but in the best way—like the weight of all those unsaid words has finally lifted.

Then I pull back slightly, looking into his eyes, knowing there’s still one more thing I need to tell him. “There’s one more reason why I put that song on the album”

I manage a small smile, but it falters as I look down at his hand resting on my belly, cradling the life growing inside me. “When I found out I was pregnant again, all I could think about was how I almost missed out on this. On you, on our son, on all of this.”

His expression softens, and I can see the realization in his eyes as he holds me a little tighter. I take a shaky breath, the words tumbling out before I can lose my nerve. “I kept thinking about how close I came to never having this second chance with you. How different my life would be if I hadn’t swallowed my pride and come back to you. And I remembered how I felt, sitting in that empty apartment, writing that song, thinking I’d lost you for good.”

He looks like he’s about to say something, but I press a finger to his cheek, needing to finish before I break down completely. “I put the song on the album because I wanted to honor that version of me—the one who thought she’d lost everything and somehow found the strength to try again. And I wanted to honor you, Lewis. For waiting for me, for believing in us when I couldn’t. For giving me a chance to prove that I could love you the way you deserved.”

A tear slips down my cheek, and he catches it with his thumb, his touch gentle, reverent. He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth, then rests his forehead against mine again. “You never had to prove anything to me, Y/n.”

I close my eyes against the flood of emotion that swells up inside me, clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in a world that’s constantly shifting beneath my feet. “I know that now. And I’m so grateful I get to have this life with you. I’ll never take it for granted again.”

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, his voice low, like he was whispering a secret only I could keep. “I know you won’t. And we’ll get through whatever comes next, like we always have.”

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MASTERLIST ✍🏻

Hi! This post is a huge collection of all my writing tips in one place. I will update this list daily and add new posts

Writing Tips

How do i Plot a Book?

Childhood Friends to Lovers Gestures

Showing 'Fear' in Writing

examples of body language and action tags

Writing Trust Issues Tension

Quick Tips for Writing Emotional Tension

How to Write a Ruthless Character

Showing 'Anger' in Writing

12 Emotional Wounds in Fiction Storys

Gestures for Shared Moments

Symbolism in Writing

Instead of "Looked", consider

Words to Use Instead of "Said"

Showing 'Determination' in Writing

Showing 'Confusion' in Writing

Showing 'Anticipation' in Writing

Introduce characters

Showing 'Exhaustion' in Writing

Showing 'Excitement' in Writing

Writing a Morally gray character

Showing 'Jealousy' in Writing

Showing 'Love' in Writing

OC Developement

Eye Color to Define Your OC,

Describe your Main Character sheet

Body type and shape

Good Traits Gone Bad

Dialogues

Dialogue Prompts that Hurts

Jealousy Starters

Dialogue Prompts for Friendship

Dialogue Prompts for Unrequited Love

Gestures of Loss

When A Character Is dealing with anxiety they…

When A Character Is hilariously confused they…

Isolation Starters

Regretful gestures

Undermining Confidence Starters

When a character is Babysitting for the first time

Control Starters

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when a Character us stressed they…

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How to Create a Villain

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Emotionally reserved characters

If you’re writing a character who is Naive

Writing Love

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When A Character Is in love they…

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comfortzonequeen · 2 months ago

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vaginal hygiene & health - an introductory crash course

pass this on to spread knowledge whether you have one or not, #save-a-coochie

- the vagina is the tubular ‘internal’ sex organ that some people have. - the ��vulva’ is the set of external sex organs that people with vaginas have. it includes (but not only):

pubic mound

labia minora and majora (inner/outer ‘lips’)

clitoris and clitoral hood

vulval vestibule (found in between your labia minora)

urethra (where you urinate from)

vaginal opening

-vaginas naturally contain a balance of different bacterias. this bacteria protects the vagina from external bacteria and fungus, provides natural disinfectants and maintains a healthy vaginal pH of 3.5-4.5.

-vaginal pH varies from person to person, day to day, depending on your cycle, your diet and many other external factors,

-all vaginas have a scent. all of them. no two people smell exactly the same, and you shouldn’t expect your vagina (or anyone else’s) to smell fruity or floral.

- if your worried about your scent, you can place perfume or an fragrance oil to an area around your vulva but not on it. some places like between your thighs or on your lower stomach, for example,

-your body secretes natural fluids called discharge. discharge is how your vagina self cleanses. it is completely normal and vital to healthy vaginal function.

-discharge can vary in amount, color, texture and scent depending on your cycle. each person is different. if your discharge is unusual or abnormal to you and your unique body, visit a doctor if possible.

-abnormal discharge can be green, grey, very yellow, smelly, itchy, chunky, etc.

-abundant discharge can be annoying. you can remove excess discharge in your shower by inserting one clean finger into your vagina, moving it from one side to another and ‘scooping’ the discharge out. repeat as needed. this reduces the amount of discharge found on your panties and in turn, reduces vaginal scent.

- dead skin cells and oil can build up between your clitoris and your clitoral hood, so it’s important to lift your hood up and rinse thoroughly so it doesn’t harden.

-washing your “external” vulvar areas such as your public mound and outer lips is okay, though some may find skin here more sensitive.

-don’t douche. you may think it helps but it only masks any problems while causing more. douching throws of your flora, alters your PH and forces bacteria into your cervix.

-water and a soft, clean wash cloth is all you need to clean your vulvar areas that contain a mucous membrane. you do not need to wash these areas. applying soaps or cleaners to these areas removes of natural necessary lubricants and bacteria. this may cause irritation, inflammation, major discomfort and dryness. some amount of moistness should always be present.

-a vast majority of vaginal washes, even those touted as hypoallergenic, still contain dyes and fragrances which are known irritants. read the label.

-while Summer’s eve is a lesser of evils with a PH of 3.0 - 3.5 (still not quite correct), it is still a cleanser. vaginal washes are used to cleanse “bad” bacteria from your vulva. they also wash away the “good” bacteria needed to maintain a healthy balance.

-castile soaps (like Dr. Bronner’s) has a pH of about 8.9. these are not suggested.

-never insert any cleansing agents into your vagina.

-the information above applies to any gels, deodorants, perfumed products and wipes, too. these can all disturb your natural balance.

-while they still pose a possible risk of irritation, unscented baby wipes are the lesser of evils regarding “freshening up”.

-pay attention to your irritants and triggers. different people, different reactions

-everyone has different stances and different methods that work for them. if you aren’t experiencing vaginal discomfort or odd changes, you don’t have to discontinue certain product use. i do, however, recommend a trial period of leaving these products alone due to their effects on your vagina.

-allow your vagina to breathe. keep too-tight clothing to a minimum. cotton panties are the best option next to not wearing any at all.

-rotate the washcloth and towels you use to clean and dry your vagina.

-urinating after masturbation or sex reduces the amount of bacteria in your urethra.

-wiping ‘front to back’ keeps rectal bacterial away from your vagina.

-naturally, food alters your vagina. balancing your diet in general and including things like pineapples, strawberries, yogurt, soy (the list goes on!) can influence your pH.

-beverages like water, cranberry juice and pineapple juice are also proven to improve vaginal health, and may even improve taste.

-adding a probiotic supplement can increase the amount of “good” bacteria called lactobacillus-your vagina.

-the less ideal your vaginal balance/pH is, the more vulnerable you are to infections and STDs.

-when it comes to internet home remedies, your mileage my vary. try everything with caution and research thoroughly.

cheers! your vagina will thank you.

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Hi!! Queen, can you write something about Austin cheating on Kaia with reader while they were working together on something and add a little extra something idk like drama and jealousy and happily ever after. No hate to Kaia but like there's not a lot of work about JUST Austin you know?!

I saw that you were taking request so maybe you can write this or not its kool.

Thank you!!

Hiii love, your not wrong. So here you have it. BTW no hate to Kaia but... yh. Enjoy it as much as i did.

Summary: Austin falls for reader while working on a film and reader feels the same but refuses to act on her feelings because he is in a relationship so he takes matters into his own hands, consequences be damned.

Warning: Mentions of cheating, Break up, some online hate, slightly famous reader, fluff.

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Y/N L/N wasn’t exactly prepared for how quickly her life would change when she landed a screenwriting gig for a new, high-profile film. As a writer, she was used to the quiet, creative solitude that came with her work, but when she was asked to join the set of a romantic comedy she had co-written, everything shifted. She found herself surrounded by A-listers, and one in particular stood out—Austin Butler.

Austin was one of Hollywood’s most sought-after leading men, especially after his breakout role in Elvis. He had this magnetic charm, a quiet confidence, and a smile that made Y/N’s stomach flip every time he looked her way. He was dating model Kaia Gerber, and their relationship was constantly splashed across tabloids and social media. Despite this, Y/N couldn't help but notice how much time they started spending together, especially when working on the project.

It started innocently enough—late nights revising scripts together, grabbing coffee in between scenes, and shared laughs during downtime. But as the days turned into weeks, Y/N found herself drawn to him in ways she hadn’t expected. He made her feel seen, appreciated. And when they shared ideas, their connection seemed effortless, like they were in sync with each other’s thoughts. Austin, for his part, began to notice things about Y/N that he couldn’t ignore. The way her face lit up when she talked about her work, her laugh that was contagious, and the way she was always thinking of others. Slowly but surely, he found himself captivated by her, his feelings growing stronger each day.

But there was always Kaia. She was the shadow that loomed over their budding connection, and it made Y/N uncomfortable. Kaia wasn’t just some random girl—she was someone Austin had been with for a while, someone he publicly adored. Despite how close she and Austin were getting, Y/N wasn’t about to cross that line. She valued herself and knew she couldn't be part of something messy. However, Austin wasn’t so sure anymore.

One day, after a long day of filming, Austin and Y/N sat together in a quiet corner of the set, away from the hustle and bustle. It was one of those moments where everything felt more intimate than it should’ve been. Austin turned to Y/N, his blue eyes searching hers, and said, “You know, working with you has been the highlight of this whole project.” Y/N laughed, trying to deflect. “You’re just saying that because I keep giving you the best lines.” Austin shook his head, his gaze lingering on her. “No, I mean it. I’ve never connected with someone the way I do with you.” Y/N’s heart raced.

She could feel the pull between them, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Not yet. “Austin…” she began, trying to keep her tone light, “you’re dating someone. You and Kaia—” Austin cut her off, his voice soft but firm. “It’s complicated with Kaia. I haven��t been honest with myself, or with her.” Y/N stared at him, her stomach twisting in knots. “You can’t just—” “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N,” Austin interrupted, his voice tinged with frustration.

“I don’t want to lie to you, or to myself. I’ve tried to push these feelings away, but they won’t go.” Y/N looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to believe him, but the guilt gnawed at her. “This isn’t right, Austin. You’re with someone.” “I know,” he admitted, his tone full of regret. “But I can’t keep pretending that what I feel for you isn’t real. It’s stronger than anything I’ve felt in a long time.”

Y/N managed to avoid Austin’s advances for a while, but it became harder each day. Every time she saw him, her resolve weakened. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the same—she did, but the weight of guilt and the fear of hurting someone else held her back. One evening, after filming wrapped for the day, Austin showed up at her trailer. His eyes were filled with determination, his jaw set in a way that told Y/N he wasn’t going to let this go. “Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She sighed, closing her laptop and standing up. “Austin, I’ve told you—”

“No, hear me out,” he insisted, his voice full of emotion. “I can’t keep pretending, Y/N. I broke up with Kaia.” Her heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“I told her the truth. That my feelings have changed. That I have feelings for someone else.” Y/N’s breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to actually do it. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. “You… you broke up with her because of me?” Austin stepped closer, his eyes pleading. “Because of us. I want to be with you, Y/N. I can’t keep living a lie.” Y/N’s head was spinning. This was too much, too fast. She backed away, shaking her head. “Austin, you can’t just—”

“I need you to understand,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m willing to fight for this. For you. I don’t want to hurt Kaia, but I can’t keep denying what I feel.” Y/N felt her walls crumbling. She had been so strong, so sure of keeping her distance, but now it felt impossible. Austin was standing in front of her, pouring his heart out, and she was powerless against it. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Austin stepped even closer, gently taking her hands in his. “I do. Please, Y/N. Don’t push me away.” And in that moment, Y/N’s resolve shattered. She couldn’t deny it anymore. The way she felt for him was undeniable, and as much as she hated the circumstances, she couldn’t fight it any longer. “I… okay,” she whispered, her heart heavy with both guilt and relief.

For a few months, Y/N and Austin kept their relationship private, not wanting to stir up any drama, especially with Kaia so fresh out of the picture. But the secrecy didn’t last long. One afternoon, Y/N and Austin met up with three of his friends for a casual lunch. It was meant to be low-key, just the five them, but paparazzi had a knack for finding them, especially since Austin was constantly under the spotlight. As Y/N and Austin walked side by side, their fingers brushing against each other, a paparazzi snapped a photo. The image quickly spread like wildfire on social media— Y/N and Austin looking cozy, with their bodies leaning in closer than two "friends" should be.

The rumors exploded. Headlines blared: "Austin Butler Moves On From Kaia Gerber—Spotted With New Girlfriend Y/N L/N ". The internet was divided. Some people were thrilled, shipping the new couple, while others were furious on Kaia’s behalf. Fans took sides, with some calling Y/N a homewrecker, others applauding Austin for following his heart. It wasn’t long before Y/N found herself the target of online hate. Her social media was flooded with comments, some cruel, others supportive, but it was overwhelming nonetheless.

Austin did his best to shield her from it, but there was only so much he could do. “We need to address this,” he told her one evening as they sat in her apartment, his arm draped over her shoulders. “The rumors are out of control. We have to make a statement.” Y/N sighed, leaning her head against his chest. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” “You don’t have to go through this alone,” Austin assured her. “We’ll do it together.”

After days of deliberation, Y/N and Austin finally decided to go public with their relationship. They posted a picture of themselves together on Instagram, captioned simply: “Sometimes love happens in unexpected ways. We’re happy. That’s all that matters.” The internet exploded once again, but this time, Y/N felt more prepared. Austin was by her side, and despite the backlash, she knew that what they had was real. But as the months passed, Y/N couldn’t shake the lingering guilt that came with how their relationship started. She had fallen for Austin, but she couldn’t forget the way it had all begun—with a breakup, and with her hesitations clouded by his persistence.

Still, as she sat next to him, watching the sunset from their balcony, she couldn’t deny the love she felt. The journey had been messy, complicated, and full of challenges, but for now, they had each other. And that, Y/N hoped, would be enough.

It wasn’t long before Kaia Gerber made her feelings about the situation known. After weeks of radio silence, she finally sat down for a highly-anticipated interview with a prominent entertainment magazine. It was no secret that the breakup had been hard on her, and the timing of Austin’s new relationship with Y/N L/N didn’t go unnoticed.

The world had seen Austin move on almost immediately, and now, Kaia had the opportunity to share her side. Sitting across from the interviewer, Kaia looked poised and composed. Her eyes, however, told a different story—they were full of pain and bitterness, remnants of a heartbreak that was still fresh.

"First of all, I want to say that I have no ill will toward Austin. He’s an amazing person, and I’ll always cherish the time we had together," she began, her voice soft but firm. "But the way everything happened… it was unexpected."

The interviewer leaned forward, eager for more. “You mean Austin moving on so quickly?” Kaia nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes. I think it’s hard for anyone when someone you care about moves on so fast. We had our issues, like any couple, but I didn’t expect things to end the way they did.” She paused, clearly measuring her words carefully.

"When Austin and I were together, I thought we were on the same page. I really believed in us, but I started noticing things changing, especially during the time he was working on that movie with Y/N." Kaia looked down, as if reliving painful memories. "I didn’t want to believe it at first, but it became clear that his feelings were shifting. There was a lot of time spent on set, and I trusted him, you know? I thought it was just work, but clearly, it wasn’t." The interviewer’s eyes widened.

“So, you’re saying something was going on between Austin and Y/N while you were still together?” Kaia hesitated, then gave a sad smile. “I don’t know for sure, but let’s just say the timeline is… suspicious. You don’t go from being in love with someone to suddenly being with someone else overnight. I think there was more going on than I realized.”

As the interview went on, Kaia started to tweak the narrative, blurring the lines between fact and fiction. She knew she was walking a fine line, but bitterness had a way of distorting things, and she wanted the world to understand her side, even if it meant bending the truth.

"Look, I’m not saying that Y/N was the reason for our breakup," she said, her tone careful. "But I do think her presence in Austin’s life played a role in how quickly things fell apart. It’s hard not to feel like you were replaced." She sighed, her voice growing softer, more vulnerable. “I wasn’t just losing Austin; I was losing a part of myself. We shared so much, and then suddenly, it was like I didn’t matter anymore.” The interviewer nodded sympathetically, clearly hooked by Kaia’s version of events.

"That must have been incredibly difficult, especially since Austin and Y/N have been so public with their relationship now." Kaia’s smile turned bitter. "Yeah, it’s been hard seeing them together, especially when everything happened so fast. It makes you question a lot of things about your relationship, and yourself." And then came the final blow—the part where Kaia really let her bitterness seep through.

“I just hope they’re being honest with themselves. Relationships that start the way theirs did don’t always last. I wish them the best, but… well, time will tell.”

The interview hit the internet like a storm. Kaia’s words were everywhere, from entertainment blogs to social media, and the public quickly took sides once again. Fans who had already been critical of Y/N and Austin’s relationship now had more fuel for their fire. Some took to Twitter, accusing KC of being a "homewrecker," while others praised Kaia for her grace in handling the situation. The comments poured in, dissecting every word of Kaia’s interview, with some even speculating that there had been an emotional affair between Austin and Y/N long before he broke up with Kaia.

But there were also those who defended Y/N, pointing out that Kaia was twisting the narrative to paint herself as the victim. "If Austin wasn’t happy, that’s not Y/N’s fault," one user tweeted. "Kaia needs to move on and stop playing the blame game." The gossip sites ran wild with the story, plastering headlines like: “Kaia Gerber Hints at Emotional Affair Between Austin Butler and Y/N L/N” and “Kaia Gerber Shades Austin and Y/N in Emotional Interview—Truth or Jealousy?” Y/N tried to stay away from the noise, but it was impossible to avoid. Every time she opened her phone, there it was—articles, comments, and endless speculation.

It hurt, more than she wanted to admit. She had always been careful, trying to do the right thing, and now she was being dragged through the mud. Austin, on the other hand, was furious. He couldn’t believe that Kaia would go on record and twist things to make Y/N look bad. He hated that Y/N was being blamed for something that was never her fault.

“We need to set the record straight,” Austin told Y/N one night, pacing the floor of her apartment. “This is getting out of hand.” Y/N shook her head, tired and overwhelmed. “I don’t know if it’s worth it, Austin. People are going to believe what they want to believe.”

“I don’t care what they believe,” he shot back, his voice full of frustration. “You don’t deserve this. I can’t let her get away with making you look like the bad guy.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “I knew this would happen. I knew people would blame me, no matter what.” Austin stopped pacing and sat down beside her, taking her hands in his. “This isn’t your fault, Y/N/N. I was the one who ended things with Kaia because it wasn’t working anymore. You and I… this didn’t happen the way she’s making it sound.” Y/N leaned into him, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her.

“I just don’t want to make things worse.”

Despite Y/N’s reluctance, Austin couldn’t stay silent. A few days after Kaia’s interview, he posted a lengthy message on Instagram, addressing the rumors head-on.

"I’ve always tried to keep my personal life private, but recent events have made it necessary for me to speak out. I want to clarify that my relationship with Kaia ended because we were no longer in a place where we could grow together. There was no overlap, no betrayal. I care deeply for Kaia and always will, but the narrative that’s being pushed is unfair and inaccurate. Y/N L/N has been nothing but kind, respectful, and supportive throughout this entire process. Our relationship started after my breakup with Kaia, and it’s important to me that people understand this. Please respect both Y/N and Kaia’s privacy as we all move forward." The post received mixed reactions, as expected.

Some applauded Austin for defending Y/N, while others continued to criticize the situation. Kaia, for her part, didn’t respond directly, but her silence was telling.

As the weeks passed, the frenzy around Y/N and Austin’s relationship slowly began to die down, though the scars of the public scrutiny lingered. Y/N had learned to navigate the storm, leaning on Austin for support, but the shadow of Kaia’s words still followed her.

One day, as Y/N and Austin sat in a quiet café, far away from the flashing lights of Hollywood, she looked at him and asked, “Do you think this will ever stop?” Austin smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’ll die down. People always move on to the next story.” Y/N nodded, though she wasn’t entirely convinced. But as she looked into Austin’s eyes, she realized that despite everything—the rumors, the backlash, the guilt—she had found something real. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t easy, but it was theirs.

The constant noise was finally too much for Y/N to bear. She had tried to remain quiet, hoping that the rumors and gossip would fade away on their own. But the endless comments, the judgment, and Kaia’s twisting of the truth were beginning to affect not only her relationship with Austin but her own peace of mind. After Austin’s public statement, things had calmed down, but they hadn’t disappeared completely. Kaia’s fans continued to twist the narrative, casting Y/N as the villain in a story she had never wanted to be part of.

Y/N sat at her desk one evening, scrolling through another flood of messages and articles about her relationship. Her heart felt heavy, and she knew it was time. Time to set the record straight. Time to speak up, not just for herself, but for Austin, for their relationship, and for the truth. She opened her laptop, took a deep breath, and began to write.

Y/N’s Post The next day, Y/N’s post went live on Instagram. It was a simple black-and-white photo of her and Austin, standing side by side, holding hands. But it wasn’t the picture that caught everyone’s attention—it was the caption.

"I’ve always been someone who believes in keeping my personal life private, but recent events have made it necessary for me to address some of the rumors and false narratives that have been circulating. First and foremost, I want to say that I have the utmost respect for everyone involved, including Kaia. However, there has been a lot said about my relationship with Austin that isn’t true, and I feel it’s important to clarify what really happened. When Austin and I began working together, we developed a friendship—a genuine, supportive friendship. At the time, Austin was still in a relationship, and I respected that. I had no intention of coming between anyone. Our connection was professional and nothing more. When Austin made the decision to end his relationship with Kaia, it was because they were no longer in a place where they could grow together. I had nothing to do with that decision, nor did I interfere in their relationship.

Austin and I only began dating after his breakup. I understand that it’s easy for people to create a narrative based on timing, but I want to be clear: there was no overlap, no betrayal, no dishonesty. I respect Kaia, but I also need to respectfully address the fact that the narrative she shared was not entirely accurate. It’s difficult when emotions are involved, and I understand that breakups are hard. But it’s unfair to paint a picture that isn’t true. I hope this clears things up and allows everyone to move forward in a way that’s respectful and kind. Relationships are complicated, and none of us are perfect, but the truth is important. Thank you to everyone who has supported us through this, and I hope that we can all move on from here with understanding and empathy.”

The Internet’s Reaction Y/N’s post was met with an immediate wave of responses. Her words were calm, measured, and respectful, but they cut through the noise with precision. For the first time, the internet seemed to pause and take notice of the truth, rather than the sensationalized version of events.

Fans flooded the comments, praising Y/N for her honesty and grace.

“Finally, someone said it with class. Respect to you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t owe anyone this, but thank you for clearing things up. People need to stop making assumptions.”

“Kaia needs to let go. This isn’t Y/N’s fault, and she handled it with so much respect.”

Even those who had been skeptical before started to shift their perspectives. The overwhelming consensus was that Y/N had done the right thing by speaking up and that her respectful call-out of Kaia’s skewed narrative was the final word on the matter. On Twitter, the hashtags #Team Y/N and #RespectTheTruth began trending, and even gossip sites that had fueled the drama started to backtrack, running stories about how Y/N had handled the situation with dignity. The internet had finally shifted, and the storm that had been swirling around Y/N and Austin began to die down. People moved on, and the relationship that had been under such intense scrutiny was finally given space to breathe.

Austin couldn’t have been prouder of Y/N. When he read her post, he felt an overwhelming sense of relief and admiration. She had handled everything with such poise, and now the world could see her for who she truly was—a strong, kind, and honest person who had simply fallen in love.

Later that evening, they sat together on the couch in Y/N’s apartment, the quiet of the moment a stark contrast to the chaos of the past few months. Austin wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, his heart full of gratitude. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, kissing her temple softly. “You didn’t have to do that, but you did it with so much grace.” Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I just couldn’t let the lies keep going. I wanted people to understand what really happened, without all the drama.”

“And they do now,” Austin said, his voice full of conviction. “You’ve always been strong, Y/N, but this… this was something else.” She looked up at him with love in her eyes. “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we?” Austin nodded, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Yeah, we have. But we’re still here. And that’s what matters.” As they sat in the peaceful quiet of the evening, Y/N felt a sense of closure wash over her. The public drama, the whispers, the judgment—it was all behind them now. They had made it through the storm, and they were stronger for it. Austin’s hand found hers, and they sat there, side by side, knowing that no matter what came next, they were in this together.

A/N: Hope y'all liked it. Again no hate to Kaia she's gorgeous and all her glory and one lucky girlie. Feel free to comment, like and reblog. I'm taking request so don't be shy 😘💋.

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comfortzonequeen · 2 months ago

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Age and pronouns in bio pls

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comfortzonequeen · 2 months ago

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one day she's twerking on you during carnival at barbados next she's ignoring you at new york fashion week. life comes at you fast 🥲 even for multimillionaire world champion f1 playboys

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comfortzonequeen · 2 months ago

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!HOPE!

Summary: Y/N and Austin get cozy and lovey at the beach.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Famous!reader

Warning: None, just fluff.

A/N: Heyy ya'll. Been getting some love for my most recent post so I wanted to grace y'all with a lil some some to keep y'all happy. Feel free to comment, like and reblog. I can take request as well. So don't be shy! 😘

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It was a quiet evening at a secluded beach resort, far away from the bustling city. Y/N and Austin had decided to take a much-needed vacation together, away from the flashing cameras and public attention that seemed to follow them everywhere.

The sun had just set, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon as the waves lapped softly against the shore. Y/N, dressed in a light sundress, stood by the water, watching the fading colors of the sky reflect on the calm ocean. Austin, still in his relaxed beach attire but now slightly more put together, approached her with a soft smile playing on his lips.

He stood behind her, watching her for a moment before gently placing his hand on her shoulder. When Y/N turned around, she caught him staring at her with that familiar look—the one that had always made her heart skip a beat. It was the way he looked at her as if she was the only person who mattered, as if there was nothing else in the world but them in that moment. His fingers lightly brushed his chin, that pensive expression on his face, one that Y/N had grown to recognize as him trying to figure out what to say, how to express whatever thoughts were swirling in his mind.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Y/N teased softly, her eyes locking with his.

Austin chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "I was just thinking... how lucky I am." He took a step closer, his hand moving from his chin to gently touch her cheek. "How lucky I am to have you here, like this. No distractions, no noise, just... us."

Y/N felt her breath catch. They had shared many moments together, but something about this evening felt different. More intimate. More raw. She reached up to hold his hand against her cheek, leaning into his touch.

"You make it sound like this is a dream," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the waves.

Austin tilted his head slightly, that signature expression of his deepening as he gazed at her, his eyes intense yet soft. "It kind of feels like one," he admitted. "Being with you... everything just feels right."

Y/N laughed lightly, shaking her head. "You're so dramatic, Austin."

He smirked, but there was a tenderness in his eyes as he leaned in closer. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just that special."

The moment hung between them, the soft breeze carrying the sound of the ocean and the warmth of their unspoken connection. Austin slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Y/N's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her fingertips.

"Y/N..." Austin murmured, his voice low and filled with something that made her heart flutter. "I don't know where this is going, or what the future holds, but I know that I want to be here. With you. Wherever that leads."

Y/N looked up at him, her breath hitching slightly as she processed his words. She had never imagined that someone like Austin, with all his charm and charisma, could be so vulnerable with her. But here he was, laying it all out, just as the night fell around them.

"I feel the same way," she finally whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

Austin's hand slid from her waist to cradle the back of her neck, his thumb brushing against her skin. His gaze softened as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "Good," he breathed, before finally closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle but fervent kiss.

For that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the world they had left behind, not the pressures of their lives—just the two of them, wrapped in each other, lost in the warmth of the evening and the connection they had spent months building.

As they pulled apart, Austin rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed, as if savoring the closeness.

"This," he whispered, "feels like the start of something amazing."

Y/N smiled, her heart full, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at peace.

Y/N let her fingers linger on Austin’s chest, feeling the heat between them intensify, the electricity in the air undeniable. The gentle kiss had felt like the beginning of something bigger—something that couldn’t be easily explained but was deeply felt between them. She looked up at him, his face still inches from hers, and saw the same longing reflected in his eyes that she had been feeling for some time now.

"You're always so full of surprises," she murmured, her lips curling into a soft smile. Her fingers traced the outline of his collarbone, as if memorizing the feel of him.

Austin chuckled lightly, his breath warm against her skin. "You keep me on my toes, L/N." His use of her last name was playful, teasing, yet there was a depth to his tone that made her heart skip again. He brushed a stray curl behind her ear, his hand lingering at the nape of her neck. "I mean it, though. I’ve never met anyone like you."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm, though she tried to play it off with a smirk. "Good to know I’m keeping things interesting." She took a step back, though her fingers remained loosely linked with his, not quite ready to break the connection fully. "So what now, Mr. Butler? What do we do with… this?" She gestured between them, her eyes searching his.

Austin looked out toward the horizon for a moment, his expression thoughtful. The moonlight shimmered on the ocean, casting a silver glow over the beach. When he looked back at her, his gaze was steady, certain.

"We take it one day at a time," he said softly. "I don’t have all the answers, Y/N. But I know that I don’t want to waste this. Whatever this is." He squeezed her hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of her palm. "I want to see where it goes."

Y/N felt her chest tighten with a mixture of excitement and nerves. It wasn’t often that she let herself be this vulnerable, especially with someone who lived in the same public spotlight. But something about Austin made her feel safe—like this was a risk worth taking.

"One day at a time," she echoed, nodding slightly. "I can work with that."

They shared a quiet moment, the sound of the waves providing a rhythmic backdrop to their conversation. Y/N couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment—like they were standing at the edge of something that could change everything, if they let it.

Austin’s hand slid from hers, only to gently cup her chin, tilting her face toward him. His eyes held hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "You know, you don’t have to have it all figured out right now," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We’ll figure it out together."

His words, simple yet sincere, had a calming effect on Y/N. She had spent so long carrying the weight of expectations—her career, her personal life, everything—on her shoulders. But in this moment, with Austin, it felt like she could breathe.

"I don’t have all the answers either," she admitted quietly. "But I do know that I feel... different when I’m with you. Like I don’t have to be 'Y/N L/N' all the time. I can just be... me."

Austin’s expression softened even more, his hand sliding to the side of her face, his thumb gently tracing her cheek. "That’s all I’ve ever wanted," he whispered. "Just you."

The sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten again, but this time it was a good kind of tightness—the kind that made her feel seen, understood. Without thinking, she closed the distance between them, her lips finding his once more. The kiss was deeper this time, more urgent, as if the words they couldn’t speak were being communicated through touch.

When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Austin rested his forehead against hers again, a small smile playing on his lips. "I have to say," he murmured, "I could get used to this."

Y/N laughed softly, her hands resting on his chest. "I’m pretty sure you already have."

He grinned, pulling her even closer, their bodies pressed together. "Can you blame me?"

They stood like that for a while, wrapped in each other, the world around them fading into the background. For once, it didn’t matter who they were outside of this moment. It didn’t matter what the world expected from them. All that mattered was this—this connection, this feeling, this beginning.

As the night grew darker and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, they slowly made their way back to the resort. Hand in hand, their hearts light, they walked in comfortable silence, both of them knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt something she hadn’t in a while.

Hope.

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BTW this pic was found on Pinterest 📌 😉.

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Under Starlit Skies

Summary: A story where reader and Austin Butler are working together on a romantic movie, and while filming, their on-screen chemistry starts to blur the lines with their real-life feelings for each other?

Warning: N\A

Y/N L/N and Austin Butler were cast as leads in a romantic drama, a project everyone in Hollywood was buzzing about. The movie, "Under Starlit Skies", was about two people who meet by chance during a magical evening and slowly fall in love. Their characters, deeply intertwined in emotion, had undeniable chemistry from the very first table read. But what no one anticipated was that this chemistry would spill into their real lives.

Day 1 on Set

The first day of shooting took place in a beautiful, secluded vineyard just outside of Napa Valley. The scene required Y/N and Austin to share a quiet, intimate moment under the stars. As they rehearsed the lines, the glow of the moonlight and the warmth of the nearby campfire set a calming tone.

"You're really good at this," Austin complimented, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.

Y/N smiled, feeling a slight flutter in her chest. "Thanks. I could say the same about you."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, effortlessly bouncing off each other's energy. The crew was watching closely, captivated by how easily they seemed to connect. Even the director, a veteran of countless love stories, was impressed. "Cut! Perfect take, guys. Let’s move on to the next."

But neither Y/N nor Austin was ready to walk away. They lingered, sharing a smile, before heading off to their trailers.

Late-Night Rehearsals

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N and Austin found themselves spending more time together. The demanding shooting schedule gave them little time for much else, and soon they were having late-night rehearsals in Y/N’s trailer.

"You know," Austin said one evening, leaning back on the couch, "this script is great and all, but I think we could add something more to this scene. Make it feel... real."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

"I don't know, maybe we play with the pauses between our lines. Sometimes, when people are falling in love, it's the silence that says the most."

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I like that. Let's try it."

They ran through the lines again, adding subtle moments of quiet, glances that lingered a little too long, and smiles that felt all too genuine. By the end of the scene, they were sitting closer, their knees touching.

On-Set Chemistry

The director had noticed something shifting between Y/N and Austin. Their on-screen chemistry was electric, so much so that the rest of the cast began making little jokes about it.

"You two should get a room," one of the crew members teased after a particularly steamy scene.

Y/N laughed it off, but her heart raced every time she was near Austin. It was undeniable—they were growing closer. What started as friendly banter had evolved into something much deeper. Austin would make her coffee in the mornings, and she'd wait for him after they wrapped each day. Their conversations grew longer, and the silences between them, even off-camera, were comfortable, full of unspoken understanding.

The Turning Point

One evening, after filming a particularly emotional scene, Austin invited Y/N to grab dinner at a quiet little restaurant off the beaten path. The small town they were filming in didn't have much, but the ambiance of the place was perfect.

Over dinner, they talked about everything—life, work, dreams, and fears. Y/N shared stories of her childhood, and Austin opened up about his career and the pressures of being in the spotlight.

"I'm glad you're here," he said softly, his hand resting on the table near hers. "I don't think this film would've worked without you."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. "I feel the same way. This has been... unexpected."

"Unexpected, but good?"

"Yeah. Really good."

There was a pause, the kind Austin had suggested in their rehearsal weeks ago. They held each other’s gaze, the energy between them shifting.

Austin reached across the table, gently taking Y/N’s hand. "We should stop pretending this is just for the movie."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his boldness, but the truth of his words resonated deeply. "What do we do then?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Austin’s smile was tender, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "We let it happen. No pressure. No expectations."

Balancing Work and Love

After that night, Y/N and Austin’s relationship evolved quietly. They tried to keep things professional on set, but their stolen glances and subtle touches didn’t go unnoticed by the cast and crew.

Off-set, they spent their free time exploring new cities together as the movie took them to different locations. Whether it was wandering through the streets of Paris or sipping coffee in a cozy café in Prague, they found moments to just be themselves, away from the public eye.

The intensity of their work on-screen bled into their real-life connection, but they both knew the importance of keeping things balanced. They supported each other, Austin showing up to set early to cheer her on during difficult scenes, and Y/N being a grounding presence when the weight of fame bore down on him.

The Premiere

When "Under Starlit Skies" premiered, the media couldn’t get enough of KC and Austin. Their chemistry on the red carpet was undeniable, with photographers constantly snapping pictures of them laughing together, stealing little touches, and whispering in each other’s ears.

As the movie played on the big screen, audiences were captivated by the love story, but what most didn’t realize was that the real love story had unfolded behind the scenes.

By the time the credits rolled, it wasn’t just the characters in the movie who had fallen in love. Y/N and Austin had found something real, something they hadn’t anticipated but couldn’t deny. And as they stepped out of the theater hand in hand, the world watched in awe, knowing this wasn’t just a Hollywood romance—it was the start of something beautiful.

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Author's Note: This is my first ever imagine guys so please don't come for me. I know it's short but ...... No buts. But please feel free to tell me what you think. Been hella obsessed with AB lately.

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Carol: You’re not sweating.

Y/N: Uh huh.

Carol: How can you not be sweating?

Y/N: I don’t sweat.

Carol: Everybody sweats.

Natasha: Not Y/N. Y/N never sweats.

Carol: What do you mean “Y/N never sweats”?

Y/N: Sweating is gross so I don’t do it.

Carol: Does it worry you that you never sweat?

Y/N: No.

Carol: But what if one day all your sweat just builds up inside and you explode?

Y/N, deadpan: I would love that.

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Like … for Uber?

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: maybe you should have been a bit more specific when you told your parents that your boyfriend drives for a living

The aroma of roast chicken and freshly baked rolls wafts through the air as you nervously adjust the centerpiece on the dining room table. Your parents and younger brother are due home any minute, and you’ve spent the afternoon preparing for this pivotal family dinner. Tonight, they’ll finally meet your boyfriend.

The doorbell chimes, sending a jolt through your body. You hurry to the entrance, smoothing down your dress before opening the door. Max stands there, a bouquet of flowers in hand and an easy smile on his face.

“Hey,” he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “These are for your mother.”

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that,” you reply, taking the flowers. “Come on in. My family should be here soon.”

As you lead Max into the living room, you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. You haven’t exactly been forthcoming about Max’s career, telling your family only that he’s “a driver.” It wasn’t a lie, per se, but you knew they assumed he worked for a ride-sharing service or delivery company.

“Nice place,” Max comments, looking around. “Very ... homey.”

You laugh. “Is that a polite way of saying it’s nothing like your fancy Monaco apartment?”

“No, I mean it,” he insists, pulling you close. “It feels lived-in. Comfortable.”

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupts your moment. “That’ll be them,” you say, your stomach doing somersaults. “Ready?”

Max squeezes your hand. “Always.”

Your parents burst through the door, arms laden with grocery bags. Your mother’s face lights up when she spots Max.

“Oh, you must be the boyfriend!” She exclaims, setting down her bags to give him a hug. “You’re even more handsome than Y/N said.”

Your father steps forward, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you, son. Heard a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” Max replies with a chuckle.

As introductions are made, you can’t help but notice your parents exchanging curious glances. You know they’re dying to ask about Max’s job, but they’re too polite to broach the subject right away.

“Dinner smells amazing,” your father says, sniffing the air appreciatively. “Shall we sit down?”

Everyone gathers around the table, and you begin to serve the food. The conversation flows easily at first, with your parents asking Max about his family and where he grew up. But as the main course is cleared away, you can sense the questions they’re itching to ask.

Your mother finally breaks. “So, Max, how long have you been driving?”

Max looks momentarily confused. “Uh, professionally? Since I was 17, I guess.”

Your father’s eyebrows shoot up. “Seventeen? Isn’t that a bit young to start with Uber?”

“Uber?” Max repeats, bewildered. “I don’t-”

You quickly interject, “Dad, Max doesn’t work for Uber.”

“Oh, my mistake,” your father says, looking embarrassed. “Lyft, then?”

Max turns to you, a mix of amusement and confusion on his face. “Schatje, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Before you can explain, your mother chimes in. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear. Driving for those apps is honest work. We’re just curious about what it’s like.”

Max opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “Mom, Dad, I think I need to clarify something. When I said Max was a driver, I didn’t mean-”

The sound of the front door slamming interrupts you. Your younger brother, Tommy, comes barreling into the dining room, out of breath and wide-eyed.

“Sorry I’m late, I was at practice and-” He stops short, his jaw dropping as he spots Max. “Holy shit! You’re Max Verstappen!”

The room falls silent. Your parents look from Tommy to Max, then back to Tommy, confusion etched on their faces.

“Language, Tommy,” your mother scolds automatically, before adding, “Wait, what did you say?”

Tommy is practically vibrating with excitement. “That’s Max Verstappen! He’s not just any driver, he’s a Formula 1 World Champion!”

Your father turns to Max, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. “Is this true?”

Max nods, looking slightly sheepish. “Yes, sir. I’m a Formula 1 driver for Red Bull Racing.”

The silence that follows is deafening. Your mother is the first to recover, letting out a nervous laugh. “Oh my, and here we were asking you about Uber! We must look so foolish.”

“Not at all,” Max assures her, his smile warm and genuine. “It’s actually quite refreshing. Most people I meet already know everything about me.”

Your father leans forward, his interest piqued. “So, Formula 1 ... that’s the racing with the really fast cars, right?”

Max nods, launching into an explanation of the sport. As he talks, you can see your parents becoming more and more fascinated. Tommy, meanwhile, is peppering Max with questions about his latest races and rival drivers.

“I can’t believe my sister is dating Max Verstappen,” Tommy says for the third time, shaking his head in disbelief.

You feel a blush creeping up your neck. “Tommy, please ...”

Max reaches under the table to squeeze your hand. “It’s alright, liefje. I’m just glad they know now. No more secrets, yeah?”

Your mother stands up suddenly. “Oh, goodness! I completely forgot about dessert. I’ll just go fetch it.”

As she hurries to the kitchen, your father clears his throat. “So, Max, I have to ask ... is it dangerous? All that racing, I mean.”

Max considers the question carefully. “There are, of course, risks. But the cars are incredibly safe these days, and we take every precaution possible.”

Your mother returns with a homemade apple pie, setting it down in the center of the table. “I hope you like pie, Max. It’s an old family recipe.”

“It looks delicious,” Max says sincerely. “Thank you for going to all this trouble.”

As your mother serves the pie, the conversation shifts to more casual topics. You find yourself relaxing, relieved that the truth is finally out and that your family seems to be taking it well.

“So, how did you two meet?” Your father asks, between bites of pie.

You and Max exchange a glance, both smiling at the memory. “It was at a charity event in London,” you begin.

Max jumps in, “She spilled her drink all over my shoes.”

“Max!” You exclaim, swatting his arm playfully. “I did not spill it, you bumped into me!”

He laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Maybe we bumped into each other. Either way, I’m glad it happened.”

Your mother sighs contentedly. “That’s so romantic. And now look at you two, so happy together.”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “Gross, Mom. Can we talk about racing again?”

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter and conversation. As the night winds down, you find yourself in the kitchen with your mother, washing dishes while Max chats with your father and Tommy in the living room.

“He’s a lovely boy,” your mother says softly, handing you a plate to dry. “I can see why you like him so much.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Thanks, Mom. I’m sorry I wasn’t more upfront about his job. I just ... I wanted you to get to know him as a person first, you know?”

Your mother nods understandingly. “I get it, sweetheart. It must be hard, dating someone so famous. But from what I’ve seen tonight, he seems very down-to-earth.”

“He is,” you agree, glancing towards the living room where you can hear Max’s laughter mingling with your father’s. “He’s just Max to me.”

As you finish up in the kitchen, Max appears in the doorway. “Need any help?”

Your mother shoos him away. “Absolutely not, you’re our guest. Go relax.”

Max insists on helping anyway, drying the last few dishes as you and your mother put them away. The domesticity of the moment strikes you, and you find yourself imagining a future where scenes like this are commonplace.

Later, as you walk Max to his car, the cool night air nips at your skin. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“That went well, I think,” he says, a hint of relief in his voice.

You nod, leaning into him. “Better than I expected. Sorry about the Uber mix-up.”

Max laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Don’t be. It was kind of fun, actually. Your family is great, by the way.”

“They liked you too,” you assure him. “Even before they knew you were famous.”

He stops at his car, turning to face you. His eyes are soft in the moonlight as he cups your face in his hands. “That’s all that matters to me. That they like me for who I am, not what I do.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “I love you, Max Verstappen, Uber driver extraordinaire.”

He grins against your lips. “And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N, girl who definitely did not spill her drink on my shoes.”

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