#pressure shift golf swing

[rotaryswinggolf]

How To Shift Your Weight In The Golf Swing To Avoid Flipping 🏌️‍♂️

In this golf lesson, we will be diving into the essential technique of how to shift your weight in the golf swing to avoid flipping. We'll discuss simple setup changes and how to get deep into the right side to improve your swing. Many amateur golfers struggle with this, so we'll show you the common tendencies and how to correct them. We will also cover the importance of maintaining a full shoulder turn and how it affects your downswing sequence. You'll be amazed at how small adjustments can make a big impact on your swing and overall game.

[v6quewrlds]

imagine being joe's person.

author's note⠀⁎⠀suffering from major joey withdrawal. reads more like a character study/brain dump than anything else but enjoy <3

For as long as Joe can remember, he had been told by everyone - coaches, doctors, teachers, teammates - that his coolness was to be envied. In the pressure cooker of professional football, the ability to keep his nerves in check had been his superpower. He loved the feeling of the game slowing down when everyone else was speeding up, the way he could read the field and make split-second decisions that could change the course of a game. From the minute he stepped onto the field, he was in control. He was commanding the huddle, keeping his eye on the clock, setting up the play, and taking lead on the outcome. He thrived when he was in control.

But when he stepped off the football field and into the public eye, all of that control completely slipped away. He couldn't help but feel like he was performing, acting the role of someone named Joe Burrow instead of just being himself. It didn't help that the cameras and curious eyes followed him everywhere. Everyone seemed to be eager to catch him off-guard, eager to see the "real" side of him, eager to witness him lose his cool.

She had caught on to his nervous tells early on in their relationship. It was subtle at first, just a hint of a tremor in his voice when he cleared it before speaking, or the way he'd swipe his palms against his pants when he was about to be interviewed, even the way he would shift from side to side slightly when he felt uncomfortable. But over the course of their two years together, she had learned to read him like a book.

He would never admit it out loud to anybody but her, but Joe was terrified of letting his guard down. The weight of his ever increasing fame and the constant pressure of living up to expectations had turned his life into a tightrope walk. But with her, everything felt different. Her presence was like a gentle breeze that calmed the static in his brain. It was always just a touch, the smell of her perfume, or the sound of her approaching footsteps that could soothe him.

His foundation was always a top priority for Joe, and today was particularly special. The charity golf event was a chance to give back to the communities in southeastern Ohio and Baton Rouge that had supported him through his football journey. From the moment they started dating seriously, she had been by his side at every event, making herself available to support him in his philanthropic efforts. His mother constantly gushed about how she was the perfect partner for Joe, handling the social graces with ease, and contributing her talents to make sure the events ran smoothly.

She had a knack for making people feel at ease, a skill that Joe greatly admired. She had a way of connecting with people from all walks of life, and it was evident in the way the guests at the check-in lit up when she greeted them. Her genuine smile and warm handshakes made even the stiffest of the corporate sponsors crack a smile. Joe watched her from across the room, feeling a sense of pride swell within him.

The golf event was in full swing now. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the meticulously manicured greens. Joe's could feel his mind racing, his inner monologue murmuring his anxieties as he mingled with the guests as they arrived.

Between the never-ending carousel of guests, Joe would find himself glancing in the direction of the entrance, hoping the line would soon thin out and she would be by his side - where she was supposed to be. The hour reserved for check-in seemed to drag on with Robin and Jimmy occasionally stepping in to take some of the conversational weight off him. He loved them for it, he really did, but all he wanted was her comforting presence, her hand in his, her laugh in his ear.

Finally, she appeared, looking absolutely radiant in a simple white sundress that contrasted with her brown skin, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and a small black handbag in her hand. She made her way through the crowd, a vision of confidence and grace that made Joe's chest tighten. She had that special glow about her today, something that seemed to have been amplified by the excitement of the event.

Her eyes met his and he couldn't bring himself to focus on what the shorter, gray-haired man in front of him was saying. Everything around him blurred into a muffled murmur. She was everything he wasn't in social settings: poised, articulate, natural, and absolutely magnetic. As she approached, Joe felt his body relax, his breathing even out, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She was by his side in an instant, taking her rightful place as she handed him a chilled bottle of water.

His hand gravitated to her waist, and he felt a wave of comfort wash over him as she leaned in slightly, her hand brushing against his back. He could feel his back straighten, his shoulders ease, and his breath deepen. The familiar warmth of her body began to ground him, bringing him back to the present, and reminding him that he was more than capable of remaining in control.

"George, Tim, this is my girlfriend," Joe introduced, his voice steady as he finally had the strength to redirect his focus to the guests. He watched with a proud smile as she offered the two men her hand for a handshake, easygoing greetings of "Nice to meet you," and "Thank you for coming," leaving her soft lips.

She tucked back into his side in an instant, her free hand coming up to rest between his shoulder blades, his hand wrapped around her waist once more. They made small talk with George and Tim, who both looked at Joe with a knowing smile, nodding their heads in approval at the mention of her name. Though they wouldn't have guessed it before she appeared by his side, they could see his nerves smooth out, his shoulders drop, and the tension in his jaw ease.

"So, how long have you two been together?" George inquired, sipping his drink and looking at the couple with genuine curiosity.

Joe's gaze flickered to her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he replied, "Two years now."

Her eyes sparkled with affection as she listened to Joe speak, her thumb idly tracing patterns on his back. "It'll be three years in August," she added, clarifying gently.

Tim, the taller of the two, chuckled and said, "Well, Joe, you're getting closer to the big 3-0. Maybe it's time to start thinking about settling down? I think you've got a pretty good candidate by your side. My wife was raving about her when they were setting up the check-in."

Joe felt his cheeks warm slightly, but the smile didn't leave his face. "I've already started planning, actually," he responded, surprising even himself with his decisiveness. Her hand stilled its motion on his back, her eyes widening in shock as she turned her face to meet his eye.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. "That's news to me."

Joe felt a twinge of panic, realizing he had spoken before thinking. But the look on her face wasn't one of annoyance or upset; her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, I mean, I've been thinking about it. We've got a good thing going, and I can't see my future without you in it."

That was the truth. He often found himself wondering what life with her could look like beyond football. The dream with the white picket fence, curly-haired kids playing in the yard, her standing in the kitchen with a baby on her hip and a smile on her face when she welcomed him home. It was a picture that had started to form in his mind more and more often in the quiet moments between games and practices. At times, he questioned how he managed to be motivated to do anything that wasn't football before her - couldn't fathom how he managed to exist before her.

Her smile grew wider. "Is that so?" she said, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Very interesting."

Tim and George laughed heartily, their faces reddening with good cheer as they slapped Joe on the back. "Good for you, Joe," George exclaimed. "You're going to need someone like her to keep you grounded in this crazy world. Good luck, you two."

The conversation flowed around them as they found themselves in the middle of the bustling golf clubhouse. The air was filled with the chatter of excitement and the clinking of glasses as people mingled and shared stories. She leaned closer to Joe, whispering, "So, you're planning our future, without my input?" Her voice was teasing, but her eyes searched his, looking for a hint of what he might be feeling.

Joe looked down at her, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Well, I figured you'd be okay with it, given that you're a big part of it," he replied, trying to keep his tone light despite the sudden seriousness that had entered their conversation. The room felt warmer, and not just from the bodies packed into the space. "I want to do this right, babe. I want to make sure you're happy, that we're both ready."

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek, the gesture unseen by the surrounding guests. "Joey," she whispered, "you always make sure I'm happy. I'm ready for whatever comes next, whenever it comes."

[fee224]

First kisses

Rafe cameron x overlooked!reader

When he invited you over you were expecting a town house maybe, or an apartment. Just something smaller than this. He told you he lived alone, which meant a nineteen year old rafe Cameron owned this.

He told you he’d “swing by” after golf to pick you up, so now you were following after him as he swung his keys, leading you through the front door.

“All of this is yours?” You said, your mouth gaping accidentally. It had been four days since your date, and you for some reason missed rafe terribly.

“Ah yeah, kinda lonely sometimes but…. Not really here much so..” he rubbed his hand over his mouth. casually opening doors for you, only for you to wait for him to also come through the door so you were following him again.

“Hmmm it’s nice” you smiled up at him, and for some weird reason he took your smile as an invitation to hold your hand. So now he was holding your hand, leading you to the sliding glass doors that lead to his pool. “Glad you think so” he winked and your head span in the other direction quickly to hide the flush.

“You brought your bikini right? Or not bikini- your swimming costume or- whatever the fuck yo-” he stumbled over his words “uh huh I did” you smiled again, interrupting him, something he usually didn’t like, but he smiled.

“I actually saw ward and rose and wheezie at the club yesterday, I was wondering if you were with them” you sat on the beach chair next to rafes, stating the sentence you rehearsed in your mirror countless times, as a conversation starter.

“Well no, I was working yesterday so I opted out, only really see them at the weekend for barbecues now that I moved out” he dragged your beach chair closer, a makeshift beach bed, you lifted your legs, lying down and resting your hands on your stomach.

“How come you move out so early, seems so scary” you stared up at him as he adjusted the towel above you.

“S’not really, needed independence. I mean I love dad and rose, and my sisters but just prefer this” he shrugged, and when he laid down his more muscley arm brushed against yours.

“You like it all by yourself?” You pouted, although he couldn’t see when he laid next to you. You turned on your side so you felt like you were talking to him, so you could remember what it feels like later.

He sighed deeply “never said that, just….” His head shifted to turn to meet yours. You knew what he meant. You silently looked at each other until you spoke in a quiet whisper “why’d you call rose, rose not mom?”

“Shit i did, huh? Well rose isn’t my mom” you frowned in confusion.

“She’s not?” You’re surprised you didn’t know this, your mom knew the Camerons well, but she never mentioned that.

“No, ah mom died when I was small” you accidentally gasped, death stirring an odd reaction out of you always.

“M’sorry rafe” you reached out for him, and rested your hand on his which he just chuckled at, lifting his arm up for you, tucking you under.

“Watcha sorry for baby?” So casually he name dropped baby. You shook your head wanting to giggle and scream and not be as red as you were right now. You wondered what he thought of you. He had to have a romantic intentions if he was calling you baby.

“Nothing” you went quiet, so close to rafe, your head almost laying on his chest, being able to hear and feel his heartbeat.

“You should come” your head lifted, to gift a puzzled look “to a barbecue, meet my family” he nodded, trying to convince you.

“No no, I don’t think so..” your head flopped back down to rest on the skin lower than his shoulders.

“It’ll be fun. I mean dad usually has his brother and my cousins, Sarah brings John b, wheezie almost always has friends over. You can just stick by my side, it’s no pressure” his hand was stroking over your waist comfortingly and you softly shook your head again.

“Not good with people rafe” you murmured at the embarrassing fact. Refusing to look him in the eyes.

“S’not true, you’re good with me” you could hear the smile in his voice, and he could hear the nervousness in yours. He pinched your hip making you squeal, followed by a panting giggle as you tried to playfully push him, rafe not budging an inch.

“Move rafe!” You closed your eyes, pushing harder until he was lifting himself up, his hands reaching for your face, and kissing you.

It took you a few seconds to kiss him back, your first kiss, you weren’t sure what to do else than mirror rafes movements. His hands were in the chub of your hips, kneading your skin soothingly.

He was kissing you so delicately, painfully slow, so slow that you whispered a moan into his mouth. He pulled back, you staring at him, kissing your own lips inwards at the strange swelling feeling, a small giggle escaping your lips as you looked down at your fingers sitting in between your crossed legs, feeling silly.

“Thanks rafe” you whispered, still giggling at a tiny volume.

“Don’t thank me for kissing you” he smiled downwards, laughing too quietly. Doing everything to make sure you were comfortable and weren’t gonna run from him.

You leant over the deck chair to peck his lips once more before returning back to your chair. He smiled at your frantic sweet mannerisms, needing to desperately cool down in the pool.

- fee xxx

[kathlare]

a change in the wind

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando takes a break from the chaos of his life with a round of golf alongside his friends, Max and Tom. During their playful banter, the conversation turns toward the upcoming Dubai trip and his complicated situation with Claudia, a girl he's been casually seeing.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: none

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December 16th, 2022 - Paris, France

The crisp London air carried a chill, but the sun peeked through scattered clouds, offering a rare winter reprieve. Lando lined up his shot on the green, squinting as he adjusted his stance. His golf bag sat nearby, its bright colors standing out against the muted gray of the sky, while Max Fewtrell and Tom Bale stood off to the side, bantering as they waited their turn.

—Mate, if you take any longer lining that up, the sun’s gonna set,— Max called, leaning on his club with a grin.

Lando rolled his eyes, shaking his head but not breaking his focus. —Maybe if you spent half as much time on your swing, you wouldn’t be in the bunker every other hole.—

Tom chuckled, nudging Max. —He’s got a point. You’ve been shite today.—

Max scowled playfully. —Oh, sod off, both of you.—

Lando pulled back, his club slicing through the air with precision. The ball soared high, landing just shy of the hole. He let out a satisfied hum, tossing a glance over his shoulder. —Like that, Max. Try taking notes.—

—Show-off,— Max muttered as he stepped forward, but his smile betrayed his amusement.

The three of them had spent the better part of the morning on the course, a rare chance to unwind during the off-season. For Lando, golf was less about the sport and more about the company—a distraction from everything else swirling in his life. And today, he needed the distraction more than ever.

As they moved to the next hole, Max and Tom fell into a conversation about their Christmas plans. Lando trailed behind, half-listening as his thoughts wandered.

—So, Dubai next week, yeah?— Tom asked, glancing over at Lando. —Who’s coming, by the way?—

Lando shrugged, nonchalant. —Same lot as usual.—

—You bringing anyone?— Max asked, a sly grin forming.

Lando knew where this was going and sighed. —Why does it matter?—

—Because it’s a couples’ trip, mate,— Tom said with a laugh. —Everyone’s bringing someone. You’re not planning on showing up alone, are you?—

—No,— Lando said quickly, perhaps too quickly. He adjusted his cap, looking down at his club. —Claudia’s coming.—

Max let out a low whistle, clearly amused. —Claudia, huh? The one you’ve been... hanging out with?—

Lando shot him a warning look, but it only made Max grin wider. —What? I’m just asking. You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, haven’t you?—

—It’s nothing serious,— Lando said, his tone clipped. —She’s cool, that’s all.—

Tom raised an eyebrow. —Cool enough to take to Dubai? Sounds serious to me.—

Lando let out a short laugh, shaking his head. —It’s not. Trust me.—

Max smirked. —If you say so. But don’t act surprised when she starts dropping hints about “where this is going” after the trip.—

Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair. —Why do I even hang out with you two?—

—Because we’re the only ones who can tolerate you,— Max shot back, grinning.

The three of them walked down the fairway toward the next hole, the sound of their clubs tapping against the ground a rhythmic backdrop to their conversation.

Tom chuckled, shaking his head. —It’s just funny, mate. You’ve been avoiding labels, but now you're dragging Claudia into a group trip with everyone already in relationships. You know she’s gonna expect something, right?—

Lando's jaw tightened, his thoughts shifting back to Claudia. He hadn’t wanted to bring her, not really. But Max and Tom were right—everyone else was paired up, and he didn’t want to be the odd one out. It was the pressure of it all, the unspoken expectation that if you’re single, you should at least be with someone. And Claudia, despite everything, seemed like the easiest option. Nothing complicated, no strings. Just a temporary fix for a situation he was trying to ignore.

—Yeah, yeah. I know, alright?— Lando muttered, trying to brush it off. He was about to take his next shot when Max cut in again, his tone light but laced with curiosity.

—You sure you’re okay with it though? Bringing her along, I mean. It’s a bit... much for a “nothing serious” kind of thing. You don’t wanna make things weird if it goes sideways. And you know what happened with you and Amelie, right?—

Lando’s swing faltered. He didn’t need Max bringing up Amelie right now. It was the last thing he wanted to think about. But the name hung in the air like a weight, a reminder of everything that had gone wrong and why, maybe, he wasn’t in the mood for another complicated situation.

—Max, please,— Lando said through gritted teeth. —Not now.—

Max held up his hands in mock surrender, his grin fading into something more serious. —Alright, alright, sorry, mate. Just saying, don’t let the pressure mess with your head. You don’t have to drag Claudia along just because everyone else is with someone. You’re better than that.—

Lando wasn’t so sure anymore. He had thought it would be easy, a no-strings arrangement with Claudia, but something kept gnawing at him. Maybe it was the constant reminder of Amelie in his mind, the ghost of what could’ve been and what had crumbled before it even had a chance to start. Max’s comment lingered like a sharp sting. He didn’t need to be reminded of the past right now. The whole thing with Amelie had fucked him up more than he cared to admit, and the more he tried to escape it with distractions, the more it came back to him.

Tom, sensing the shift in the mood, cleared his throat. —Anyway, back to the trip. Have you guys got the plans locked in? Everyone’s still staying in that insane villa?—

Lando nodded, grateful for the change of subject. —Yeah, the usual place. It’ll be good to get out of here for a bit. Clear my head.—

Tom grinned. —Sounds like exactly what you need, mate. Just, uh, try not to get caught up in whatever’s going on with Claudia, alright? I can already tell it’s gonna be... interesting to watch.—

Lando gave him a half-hearted smile. —Yeah, yeah, thanks for the advice. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of relationship wisdom to share.—

Max laughed, shaking his head. —You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you’re the one dodging relationship drama. You’re usually the one stirring it up.—

Lando snorted, not bothering to respond. Instead, he adjusted his stance again, focusing on his next shot. The more he thought about the trip to Dubai, the more complicated it felt. There was the pressure of being surrounded by couples, of making sure he wasn’t the odd one out. But then there was also the nagging weight of Claudia, the girl he’d been casually seeing since November, who, despite what he told himself, was becoming more of a fixture in his life than he cared to admit.

As they moved to the next hole, Max fell into step beside him, dropping his voice so Tom wouldn’t hear. —Lando, about Amelie...—

Lando’s stomach dropped. He knew where this was going, but he wasn’t ready for it. He wanted to forget about Amelie, about everything that had happened between them, but it seemed impossible. She was always there in the back of his mind, haunting him in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

—Max, not now, seriously,— Lando said, trying to keep his tone neutral, but there was a sharp edge to it.

Max didn’t back off. He never did. He had a way of pushing when he knew something was bothering Lando, and today was no different.

—It’s just... I heard from Amelie’s building manager. She’s moving out. She’s leaving London. I thought you’d wanna know. She’s heading back to New York, for good, I think.—

Lando felt his chest tighten, the air around him suddenly too thick. He dropped his golf club, letting it hang loosely in his hand, the swing forgotten. Max was looking at him, waiting for a reaction, but Lando didn’t know what to say. He had no idea how to respond. The thought of Amelie leaving London—leaving completely—hit him like a punch to the gut.

—What do you mean, moving out?— Lando’s voice sounded distant, even to him. He wiped his hand across his face, trying to shake the sudden rush of emotions flooding in. —I thought... she was just in town for the movie?—

Max sighed, glancing around to make sure Tom wasn’t overhearing. —Yeah, well, she wrapped up Wicked. She’s done with that. Apparently, she’s not keeping the place here. She’s going back to New York. Said she’s done with London for now.—

Lando’s mind raced, piecing together fragments of the last few months. He hadn’t really kept in touch with Amelie since the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, where she’d barely acknowledged him. The silence between them had grown thick and impenetrable, filled with awkwardness and unspoken words. She had been in London during her filming, and they used to spend time together—sometimes with other people, sometimes just the two of them—but after everything fell apart, after they ended it, it felt like she just... vanished.

Max had always kept tabs on her, even though Lando didn’t directly ask. It was subtle, just the occasional mention that Amelie was fine, that she was doing well in her life. But this—this felt like more than just an update. This felt like a chapter closing, and Lando had no idea how to process it.

—You didn’t think to mention this before?— Lando finally asked, his voice tight with a mixture of hurt and frustration. —You knew she was leaving?—

Max winced, clearly sensing the shift in the air. He ran a hand through his hair, looking a bit uncomfortable. —I didn’t want to bring it up, mate. You weren’t exactly in a place to hear about it. And, well... you and her... you know.—

Lando’s chest tightened even further. He hadn’t even realized just how much he'd been subconsciously waiting for some sign from Amelie, some form of closure. And now, just like that, it was slipping away—fading into the distance. He should’ve expected it, really. She'd moved on. She had a life that didn’t revolve around him anymore. And yet, hearing it from Max, like some final confirmation, hit harder than he cared to admit.

—Right, I get it. She’s moving on. Good for her,— Lando said, forcing the words out with a tight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He picked up his golf club, trying to act like it was all just another day, another conversation, but it felt like the ground was shifting beneath him.

Max gave him a look, sensing the weight behind Lando's words, but he didn’t push any further. He knew how Lando operated. When things were tough, he shut them out, locked them away, and kept going. Max respected that, but a part of him wanted to make sure Lando wasn’t bottling up too much.

—If you need to talk about it, you know where I am, yeah?— Max said, his tone softer now.

Lando nodded, but it was a hollow gesture. He didn’t want to talk about it. Not now, not ever. He was tired of thinking about Amelie, of constantly trying to piece together what went wrong, or what could’ve been different. She was gone. She was moving on with her life, and it was time for him to do the same.

But hearing it from Max, that final confirmation, felt like a slap in the face.

—Yeah, thanks, mate,— Lando muttered, then added, almost as an afterthought, —I’ll figure it out. It’s whatever. Just... it’s a bit much today, you know?—

Max didn’t respond right away. He just watched Lando for a moment, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. But he didn’t press, giving Lando the space he needed to process it in his own way.

Tom, thankfully, hadn’t caught onto the tension between them. He was too busy chatting about the best restaurants in Dubai and what kind of trouble they’d get into over New Year’s Eve. But for Lando, the rest of the afternoon felt like it was happening in slow motion. Every word, every laugh from his friends seemed distant, muted. He tried to keep up the conversation, but his mind kept drifting back to Amelie.

She was really gone.

The thought lingered, gnawing at him. He had tried to convince himself that he had moved on. Hell, he’d dated a handful of girls since they’d broken things off, even if they were all distractions—nothing serious, nothing that required much attention. But with every passing day, those distractions started to feel more hollow. None of them measured up to what he’d had with her, even if that was flawed in its own way.

They finished up the round of golf, and Lando couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something had shifted inside him. He was supposed to be getting away from all of this, right? Dubai was supposed to be an escape, a chance to breathe and reset. But instead, all he could think about was what he’d lost, and how much it hurt to finally accept that it was gone for good.

The guys were chatting excitedly about the upcoming trip as they walked back toward the clubhouse. Lando tried to feign interest, but it felt like everything around him had turned into a blur.

—So, you still set on bringing Claudia?— Max asked, nudging Lando as they walked.

Lando hesitated for a moment. The question hung in the air, and he realized he wasn’t sure. Claudia had been a good distraction, a safe choice, but now he wondered if he was just dragging her along to fill the void left by someone else. The pressure to bring someone had been overwhelming, but now that the trip was close, he didn’t feel as sure.

—Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, I guess,— Lando muttered, trying to sound indifferent.

Max studied him for a moment before nodding. —Alright. Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Don’t let things get complicated if you’re not ready for it.—

Lando shrugged, offering a weak smile. —I’ll be fine. It’s all good.—

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t. The trip to Dubai was supposed to be about fun, about escaping the pressures of the season, but instead, it felt like another reminder that nothing ever really stays simple for him. The more he tried to avoid the complications, the more they seemed to follow him around. Amelie’s departure, Claudia’s presence—it all felt like one big mess he wasn’t ready to untangle.

As they got into their cars to head home, Lando glanced at his phone. He had a few messages, mostly from Claudia, asking about the trip and making plans. He hadn’t replied yet. Maybe he was avoiding it. Maybe he was avoiding everything.

But he couldn’t run away forever.

He just wasn’t sure he was ready to face it all yet.

[elliesflower]

what's love? [ellie williams]

pairing; ellie x gn!reader

cw; angst, ellie and reader in a situationship(kinda), post-golf incident (joel mentioned), slightly au (still set in jackson, ellie never went to seattle), ellie doesn't open up ab her feelings :(

an; hello! first off, rest easy to one of the greatest to ever do it, miss tina herself. while listening to her today i felt like this song was very ellie-coded tbh nd i haven't been great lately nd just wanted to throw something angsty together for my baby girl :( (i know the song's vibe doesn't necessarily match the story's vibe but i'm meaning more the lyrics). also this is more from ellie's pov so reader is gn and has absolutely no physical descriptors!!

no smut, but like all my content please 18+ only, mdni!!!

Three little words. 

One big problem. 

What is it?

“Is this the end?” 

No, not those ones. It was something else, painful, and always dancing at the tip of her tongue, making tiny beads of sweat prick at her palms and a ball of trepidation sink to the pit of her stomach. They were cursed words, seldom given thought, and never spoken aloud. The underlying topic of ninety percent of all songs ever written, and movies produced—it was cruel, really, how there was no escaping it. 

“This can’t be the end…” 

Vision blurred by the thoughts of a thousand demons, Ellie muttered back into the void. 

“It’s not,” and her voice was so quiet, it very well could have been the wind pestering the trees outside her window. 

“It’s not…?”

Oh. Right. 

Movie. 

Your legs shifted under the shared blanket, and Ellie’s eyes refocused onto your folded hands in your lap. 

“Is there a second movie, or something?” Your voice was trembling only slightly, the emotional turmoil of the last twenty minutes of the movie lacing your words. 

Ellie shook her head again, as if it would shake her brain right out. She couldn’t help but to feel bad, having practically abandoned the movie as she stewed in her own emotions. There were so many of them, fighting to get out, clawing her insides every time she looked at your face for too long.

“Sorry,” she could blame her watery eyes on the movie. Push aside her feelings. Again. “No, there’s no second one. I wish there was, though.”

Ellie wasn’t much like an open book. Or, I guess she was a very specific kind of book. That one you fell in love with based on the dust jacket description, with her complex words and inexplicit detail, but every time you’d pull it down to read, something stopped you. Life gets in the way. You’d tried and tried, oh god have you tried, to open her up; to wear her down, pressing on her spine and dog-earing her pages, keeping her infrequent tipsy confessions and three-am sleep deprived rants in the back of your mind like a filing cabinet. Pushing, but never pressuring. Ellie didn’t like pressure. 

“S’okay,” your voice was always soft with her. Couldn’t be loud, couldn’t scare her away, because Ellie Williams could fucking run. Away from her problems, as fast as her legs could carry her and as far as her heart would let her. Despite her alienation, the empty bed permanently rooted in the hardwood of Joel’s house kept her coming back. “Did y’wanna watch anything else? I’m kinda tired.” 

Even the softness of your voice couldn’t conceal your hurt, that she was shutting down. Closing you off. Keeping you at a distance. Her heart twinged, but she couldn’t look at you. She looked down at her outstretched legs, the off-white blanket cascading over them, the piece of dust she could see out of the corner of her eye. Anything. Except you. She felt cold, but your body was warm, radiating and making her shift toward you subconsciously. She hated it. 

Why is hate so much easier to express?

“You have patrol tomorrow?” It was easier to just get technical, sometimes. You nodded, before stretching your arms over your head, a yawn escaping you. “Gotta be up at four. Wesley and Nia have the flu or something, so we have to head out early to swing by their posts, too.” Ellie nodded, absentmindedly picking at her cuticles. Ignoring the sweet smell of vanilla that emanated from your body as your arms went over your head. 

She was so proud of herself when she found you that bar soap out on patrol, neatly tucked away in a dusty white vanity. You were so happy, so grateful, always so grateful that she was thinking of you. That she perceived you in such a way.

And she almost fucking said it, that night. Almost ruined everything. Those three little words. She was high, probably on some weed, but also on how your eyes sparkled when you were happy, the way your eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and you shifted your body weight side-to-side excitedly. Your emotions were quite obvious, most of the time. It made Ellie want to cry. 

“That sucks,” she mumbled, and she couldn’t help it now. You were like a magnet, she was sliding down against the pillows, watching the credits roll on the small screen past the end of her bed. She could hear you breathing, deep and careful. On edge. Why were you so on edge?

“It does,” you agreed. Ellie didn’t look away from the screen. Sinking, slowly, slowly, slower...her head was resting near your rib cage, now. She could feel you breathing. And she felt you slide down to match her position, turning your body to face her, silently and without explanation. It was better that way. 

“You’ll sleep here tonight?” And it felt strangled, coming out of her throat. She didn’t need to say anything, though. Of course you were sleeping in her bed. Tonight, and the night before that, and before that…but she felt you nod against her side, and her arm slid up to allow you access to her chest. No explanation. Ellie was really bad at explaining. 

“You’re cold,” your voice was muffled against the fabric of her gray hoodie. Ellie almost smiled. Almost. 

“You’re warm,” she retorted, and she feels your heart pulse faster against the skin of your back. The movie’s end credits became the soundtrack to the night. Soft and pensive. Like you. 

Ellie watched as your breathing eventually slowed, your shoulders rising and falling rhythmically as you drifted away into sleep. She was always jealous of that, though of course, like everything else, she’d never admit it—how your tiredness always let you drift into a blissful dreamland, your right hand twitching where it usually sat curled loosely atop her chest as you slept. You moved a lot, she noticed, and talked sometimes, too. Sleep didn’t come easy to people like Ellie. 

And so, she was absolutely, positively, awake and conscious when you let out a breathy sigh in your sleep, legs twitching slightly against her bottom half before settling back into her chest. A whisper escaped your lips, so sweet it may have been laced with vanilla, too. 

“I love you…” 

But this time, Ellie couldn’t stop her tears.

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Building Confidence with the Best Golf Lessons in Houston

Golf is a sport where mental fortitude is just as important as physical skill. The game is challenging, with every swing, putt, and decision requiring a high level of focus and self-belief. For many golfers, the mental side of the game can be the toughest hurdle to overcome. That’s where the best golf lessons in Houston can make a significant impact—not just by improving your swing mechanics, but by boosting your confidence on the course.

Whether you’re a beginner struggling with the basics, or an experienced player facing a mental block, the right golf instructor can help you develop the skills and mindset needed to perform with poise and assurance. In this blog post, we’ll explore how golf lessons in Houston can build your confidence, enhance your game, and help you tackle the mental challenges of golf with a positive mindset.

1. The Power of Personalized Instruction

One of the key ways that best golf lessons in Houston build confidence is by offering personalized instruction. Everyone’s swing, physical abilities, and learning style are unique. In Houston, top golf instructors understand this, and they tailor their lessons to suit your individual needs. Whether you’re learning the fundamentals or fine-tuning advanced techniques, a personalized approach ensures that you work on the areas that will make the biggest difference for your game.

For beginners, this could mean focusing on developing a consistent swing, understanding grip, and posture. For intermediate or advanced golfers, it may involve refining your short game or fine-tuning your mental approach to course strategy. When an instructor breaks down your game into manageable steps and focuses on your specific needs, it allows you to make clear, measurable improvements, which in turn boosts your confidence. The more you see your progress, the more self-assured you become in your abilities.

2. Creating a Positive Learning Environment

A great instructor doesn’t just teach golf—they inspire confidence and instill a sense of belief in their students. In Houston, many of the best instructors take the time to foster a positive, supportive learning environment where mistakes are seen as part of the process, not failures. They know that golf can be frustrating, and they work to ensure that their students feel motivated and encouraged, even when they’re not playing their best.

This nurturing environment helps build the mental resilience needed to succeed in golf. When students feel supported and reassured, they’re more likely to push through challenges, take risks, and maintain a positive attitude, even after making mistakes. Over time, this mindset shift helps golfers build confidence, not only in their technical skills but also in their ability to overcome setbacks and keep improving.

3. Mental Coaching and Course Strategy

Confidence in golf is largely about mindset. Having a solid mental game is crucial for staying focused, managing pressure, and dealing with setbacks on the course. Many of the best golf lessons in Houston go beyond physical technique and offer mental coaching as part of their lessons. They teach you how to approach the game with a calm, focused mindset, how to set achievable goals, and how to manage your emotions during a round.

This mental coaching is especially beneficial when you’re facing challenging situations, such as a tough course layout, a difficult lie, or pressure during a tournament. A confident golfer doesn’t just rely on their swing; they know how to approach each shot with composure and strategy. Instructors who teach mental resilience can guide you through exercises to build your focus, increase your self-belief, and manage nerves. This psychological preparation is essential for gaining the confidence to tackle high-pressure moments with a clear mind.

4. Using Technology for Feedback and Improvement

One of the most effective ways to boost confidence is through measurable, data-driven feedback. In Houston, golf instructors use cutting-edge technology like video analysis, launch monitors, and swing simulators to provide precise, real-time feedback on your swing mechanics. These tools give you a detailed breakdown of your swing, ball flight, and even your swing path, allowing you to identify areas of improvement with accuracy.

For golfers who are unsure about their swing or technical abilities, seeing clear data that highlights their progress can be incredibly reassuring. The ability to track improvement over time, whether it's increased swing speed, better ball contact, or improved accuracy, gives golfers a tangible sense of achievement. With technology helping you refine your technique, you gain confidence knowing that you are making measurable progress. You can also see how small adjustments lead to noticeable improvements, which reinforces a positive outlook on your game.

5. Building a Routine and Practicing Consistency

Confidence in golf is built through repetition and consistency. By working with an instructor, you can develop a practice routine that’s tailored to your game and designed to reinforce positive habits. The best instructors in Houston will guide you in developing drills that focus on your weaknesses, while also helping you build the fundamentals necessary for consistent performance.

Whether it’s mastering your short game, improving your putting stroke, or consistently hitting fairways off the tee, practicing regularly with a structured approach leads to steady improvement. As you gain consistency in your performance, your confidence will naturally grow. You'll know that no matter the situation, you have the tools and skills to handle whatever the course throws your way.

6. Overcoming Mental Blocks and Setbacks

Every golfer experiences setbacks at some point—whether it's a bad round, a poor stretch of performance, or a difficult course. These challenges can sometimes create mental blocks that affect your confidence and gameplay. The best instructors in Houston know how to help you navigate these obstacles by providing the right guidance and perspective.

A skilled instructor will not only help you analyze what went wrong but will also help you shift your mindset to view setbacks as learning opportunities. By focusing on the positives and the progress you’ve made, instructors can help you break through mental blocks and regain your self-confidence. Instead of feeling defeated by mistakes, you'll learn how to bounce back, adjust your strategy, and move forward with confidence.

7. Incorporating Course Management into Your Game

Confidence in golf isn’t just about hitting the ball well—it’s also about making smart decisions on the course. Golf is a game of strategy, and knowing how to manage each hole, each shot and each situation can significantly enhance your confidence. Golf instructors in Houston teach you how to make calculated decisions based on your strengths, weaknesses, and the conditions you’re facing.

Course management's best golf lessons in Houston often involve learning how to play to your strengths, knowing when to take risks, and when to play it safe. This kind of strategic thinking helps you reduce anxiety, make better choices, and play with more confidence. By the time you step onto the course, you’ll feel empowered knowing that you have the knowledge and strategy to tackle any situation with a clear head.

8. Celebrating Success and Progress

Finally, building confidence in golf comes from recognizing and celebrating your achievements, no matter how small. The best golf instructors in Houston understand the importance of positive reinforcement. They help you track your progress and celebrate improvements, whether it’s a lower score, a better technique, or newfound consistency.

Acknowledging your successes along the way reinforces a positive mindset, helping you feel more confident and motivated to continue improving. Over time, these incremental improvements lead to a sense of accomplishment and belief in your abilities. With every lesson, you’ll feel more capable and ready to take on the challenges of the game with confidence.

Conclusion

Building confidence in golf is a multifaceted process that involves technical skill, mental resilience, and a positive approach to learning. The best golf lessons in Houston provide not only expert instruction on swing mechanics and technique but also the mental coaching and personalized strategies needed to build confidence both on and off the course. Whether you’re a beginner just starting to learn the game, or an experienced player working through mental blocks, working with a top instructor can help you overcome challenges and play with greater self-assurance. With the right mindset, the right guidance, and the right tools, you’ll find that your confidence—and your game—can reach new heights.

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Mastering 1 Plane Golf: Simplifying Your Swing for Consistency

1 plane golf is a swing technique that simplifies the traditional golf swing by reducing the complexity of the body movements involved. In a standard two-plane swing, the club moves away from the body on one plane during the backswing and then shifts to a different plane during the downswing. In contrast, 1 plane golf keeps the club on the same plane throughout the entire swing, leading to a more consistent and repeatable motion. This swing style has gained popularity for its ability to streamline the mechanics of the golf swing, making it easier for golfers to control their shots and improve accuracy.

How 1 Plane Golf Works

The concept behind 1 plane golf is simple: keep the arms, shoulders, and hands moving along a single plane throughout the swing. When using this technique, golfers aim to maintain a consistent position of the club relative to the body during both the backswing and downswing. The left arm (for right-handed golfers) and the club shaft should stay relatively parallel to the angle of the spine throughout the swing. This helps to minimize compensations and adjustments, allowing for a more natural and efficient motion.

The key benefit of 1 plane golf is that it reduces the need for a wide variety of movements that can cause inconsistency. With a single plane swing, the body doesn’t have to make drastic adjustments between the backswing and downswing, which helps maintain balance and consistency. The result is a smoother, more controlled swing that is easier to repeat, even under pressure.

Benefits of 1 Plane Golf

One of the biggest advantages of 1 plane golf is its simplicity. The more complex two-plane swing requires golfers to coordinate a variety of body movements, which can lead to mistakes and inconsistencies. By eliminating some of these variables, the 1 plane swing allows for a more straightforward motion that can help golfers hit the ball more consistently.

Additionally, golfers using the 1 plane technique often find they experience less stress on their bodies. The more natural body rotation and simplified mechanics put less strain on the wrists, elbows, and shoulders, which can help prevent injuries over time. This can be especially beneficial for older players or those with previous injuries.

Another benefit of 1 plane golf is its ability to improve ball striking. Since the club is always on the same plane, it helps ensure that the clubface remains square at impact, leading to more accurate and solid shots. Golfers who struggle with slicing or hooking the ball may find the 1 plane technique helps eliminate these issues by promoting a more neutral club path.

When to Use 1 Plane Golf

The 1 plane golf swing is ideal for players looking to simplify their technique and gain more consistency. It can be especially beneficial for beginners or golfers who struggle with timing and sequencing in their swing. Additionally, players with physical limitations, such as joint issues or flexibility concerns, may find the 1 plane method easier to execute as it requires less complex body movement.

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Expectorant I watch WhiteZombie’s Blood, Milk and Sky I’m taken back to 1981’s Kill and Kill Again For I was born in 74’ Thee expectancy (You’re a joke in back rooms) After being not your Rally kissed Simple question ‘In the likes but don’t quote it’s been a 2 days’ you are prepared (paired) [here and now] to be your predecessor if the wholly Good-ish designed {as a replacement} have have I boggled You A man at such cognitive amplitude Should read through this designed test Provided by shoestrings To entangle You Don J Trump I’ve made you jump now answer Thee only Questioning In a Vice President If I die? Your heart and mind (loosely souled) Dodged a BASIC FIRST QUESTION Dear President turn (third world) Snatch up and disappear “Sir, he picked his Vice as a faithfully following weak link@LynchPin FearFactory in multitudes of following <he needs people behind him in cameras> Help soothes his ego All narcissism” Still with me Oh hoo rahh EXPECTORANT Or instructed enticed ;WordsbyMM; Reading into me Oh orange split into Open airwaves We all love a push up To digestion Who doesn’t in this damn Ecological weather The tornadoes Hurricanes Brush drag-ments A razor for real blood Or theatrics Halo Hi-lo Hello Expecting expectorant’s From the Young VOTING and not for(e) Trump Rump T, all on his ass he believes in only himself {as long as you back him} Still playing @He’s reading along@ I’m lying flat not laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could X, that formerly tweeter-ed Also stay along for Ad Vert ;)Isements;) From |wh| our locally introverts /here on thee island/ A I Wouldn’t In for Real Present Expectancy I Hope Not Trumped-Not I’m so O Positive In the Democrats Trump volunteer, I ask you Explain shift of parties after CivilWars times? I didn’t want to pressure you, Donald J Trump Ex (convicted) Former President A loud announcement $ y i u, we know with a good quality of pounds$$$, or gems$ (We) yo me and you can turn this thing around for you, i curb pock me up i can like cd changerflip it around all gore you or (sorry McC) was speaking make a difference for you just call me im social too i can Help, errko(aka) Waiting Sir Fore your calling into our phone line I only have one I can turn your election In your favor Please subscribe My results are sound I have behind the Moon The whole Universe at my disposal Or deposited into Supreme courts Heat wise, lowering standards (Behind closed doors, McCain said, fuck him & and talking of you) the doctor grabbed knowledge At the next rally Drop do twenty push ups Or show Video Swinging a golf club All children and adults They all know of palming pussy Palmed pussy In that Ex Former President Expectorant from me WordsbyMM MMybsDrow You clamming a wall with useless knowledge and paid by Campaign Fuck off Never wit ya Sucka I wouldn’t let you suck my (Dic|<) Remember Should I bring it back (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) On national T V Trump Vance T V Trump Vance God’s in the TV Or On Probably simply easier To miss Sir air error!

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Viktor Hovland's Daughter: A Future Star in the Making?

When you think of Viktor Hovlands daughter, the first thing that comes to mind is his remarkable talent on the golf course. But there's more to this Norwegian sensation than just his impressive swings and tournament victories. Recently, the spotlight has started to shift toward a more personal aspect of his life: his daughter. What’s it like growing up with a world-famous golfer as a dad? Could she be the next big name in golf? Let’s dive into the enchanting world of Viktor Hovland and his daughter, uncovering some delightful and unexpected insights.

Who Is Viktor Hovland?

Rising Star in the Golfing World

Viktor Hovland burst onto the golfing scene with a charm and skill set that quickly captured the hearts of golf enthusiasts worldwide. Born and raised in Norway, Hovland made a name for himself with his calm demeanor and sharp focus. He’s known for his resilience and exceptional performance under pressure, traits that have earned him several PGA Tour wins and accolades. But behind every successful man is a story worth telling, and in Hovland’s case, it's his journey as a father that’s now catching public interest.

Family Man at Heart

Despite the demands of a professional golfing career, Hovland has always been a family-oriented individual. His dedication to his daughter and the balance he maintains between his career and personal life is nothing short of inspiring. It's a testament to his character that he manages to excel in one of the most demanding sports while also being a present and supportive father.

The Adorable Bond: Viktor Hovland and His Daughter

A Peek into Their Daily Lives

One of the most heartwarming aspects of Hovland’s life is his relationship with his daughter. Social media occasionally offers glimpses into their life together, painting a picture of a doting dad who values quality time with his little girl. Whether it’s a cozy morning breakfast or a playful afternoon in the park, their bond is palpable and endearing.

Shared Moments on the Golf Course

Given Hovland’s profession, it's no surprise that his daughter has shown an early interest in golf. There have been several occasions where father and daughter were spotted on the golf course, Hovland patiently teaching her the basics of the game. It’s these moments that make fans wonder: could she inherit her father’s golfing prowess?

Is Viktor Hovland’s Daughter the Next Golf Prodigy?

Natural Talent or Nurtured Skill?

There’s always curiosity surrounding the children of famous athletes—do they possess the same innate talent, or is it a product of their environment? For Hovland’s daughter, the answer might be a blend of both. Surrounded by the sport from such a young age, she’s bound to pick up skills and techniques effortlessly. Coupled with Hovland’s guidance, her potential seems limitless.

Early Signs of Brilliance

While it's too early to predict her future with certainty, there have been promising signs. Her keen interest in the game, combined with her father’s expert coaching, lays a strong foundation. Stories from friends and family hint at a young girl who’s not only passionate about golf but also shows a natural aptitude for it. Could we be witnessing the rise of another Hovland in the making? Only time will tell.

Balancing Stardom and Fatherhood

The Challenges of a High-Profile Career

Balancing a high-profile career with parenthood is no easy feat. For Hovland, the challenge is even more pronounced given the global nature of professional golf. Frequent travels, long tournaments, and the need to stay at the top of his game demand significant time and effort. Yet, Hovland manages to strike a balance, ensuring he’s present for the important moments in his daughter’s life.

The Role of a Supportive Network

Behind every successful athlete is a supportive network. Hovland’s family and friends play a crucial role in helping him maintain this balance. They provide the necessary support system that allows him to focus on his career while also being an involved and loving father. This network is vital in helping Hovland navigate the complexities of his dual roles.

Frequently Asked Questions

How Old Is Viktor Hovland’s Daughter?

As of the latest updates, Viktor Hovland’s daughter is still quite young, just beginning to explore her interests and talents. Exact details about her age are often kept private to protect her privacy, but it's clear she’s at an impressionable age, making her bond with her father all the more significant.

Does She Play Golf Regularly?

While it’s not confirmed if she plays golf regularly, she has been seen enjoying the sport with her father on several occasions. These father-daughter golf sessions suggest that she might be developing a fondness for the game, potentially hinting at a future in the sport.

How Does Hovland Balance His Career and Fatherhood?

Balancing a demanding career and fatherhood requires a well-coordinated effort. Hovland relies heavily on his supportive family and friends. His disciplined lifestyle and time management skills also play a crucial role in ensuring he can give his best both on the golf course and at home.

What’s Next for Viktor Hovland’s Daughter?

The future is wide open for Hovland’s daughter. With a supportive father who understands the nuances of a high-pressure career, she has a solid foundation to pursue any path she chooses. Whether she follows in her father’s footsteps or carves out her own unique path, the world will be watching with bated breath.

Conclusion

The story of Viktor Hovland and his daughter is a beautiful blend of ambition, talent, and familial love. It offers a refreshing perspective on the life of a professional athlete, showing us that behind the accolades and victories, there’s a deeply personal journey that’s equally important. As Hovland continues to make waves in the golfing world, his daughter’s journey, whether it leads to golf or elsewhere, will undoubtedly be an inspiring one to follow. Here's to hoping that the next chapter in the Hovland family saga is as captivating and heartwarming as the current one!

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Pressure / Weight Shift In The Golf Swing

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Behave.

A/N: This is my first time writing a meaner Dom!Tom so I hope you enjoy and I apologise if it is shite, I will learn eventually. I hope you all enjoy 💕

Summary: Tom golfing does things to you and you decide to tease Tom.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Minors do not engage) (fingering, oral (fem R), orgasm denial. Degradation. Exhibitionism (kinda). Very light choking. Bondage. I think that’s everything.

W/C: 3.1K

You were attending the golfing event with Tom, he’d asked you to come along and you just couldn’t decline. There was something about watching him play golf that got you going, maybe it was the confidence that he had when he was playing. It could even be the way you to watch his muscles bulge when he swung his club, whatever it was, it always got you going. There was rarely a time you’d watch him play golf and not end up hot, bothered and all over him.

Of course you were well aware this would be a little different, photographers were going to be everywhere and that meant you had to behave. You’d have to reign yourself in somehow and refrain from being cheeky, not that you minded, this was also something Tom loved to do and you would always be there to support him.

The morning had started out alright, he hadn’t had the best luck but you were there to support him and give him a pep talk. He loved having you around when he golfed, he liked how well you could tame him when he got angry over not playing well. It wouldn’t look good if he had a temper tantrum on the green in front of fans and journalists.

“It’s okay, you can still pull it back, right?” You said as he approached you after a particularly lousy shot.

“Yeah,” he mumbled as he laced his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze. The sun was coming up properly now, clouds shifting and the temperature rose as they did. It was so hot, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your forehead as you walked up the green.

“Fucking hell it’s hot.” You mumbled out and Tom looked at you, playful glint in his eye.

“Take your top off, might help me with my game.” He suggested and you swatted his bicep with your free hand.

“Tom,” you scalded as he laughed at you. You were glad you’d checked the weather and had opted for a pair of shorts and a t shirt.

The morning ended up going better for Tom, he seemingly found his stride and was basking in the fact that he was winning. Every time a hole went his way you found yourself in his arms and feet off the ground, you were doing well to keep your self in check, you hadn’t missed the way he looked. The confidence he was now displaying as he moved around the course, the way he looked every time he took a swing.

“Like what you see?” You heard Harrisons voice as he pulled you from your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re staring.” He pointed out and you laughed.

“Good thing he’s my boyfriend and it won’t be perceived as creepy then.” You joked and Haz laughed as Tom returned to the two of you.

“What?” Tom asked as he took in his best friends grin.

“Nothing, Y/N just likes what she sees.” Haz joked and Tom’s eyes found yours.

“Yeah?” Tom asked as he gave you a knowing look, hands finding your waist as he pulled you into him, your hands finding his chest.

“Yeah.” You confirmed with a smirk and Tom leaned down to kiss your forehead, then cheek before resting his lips against your ear.

“All in good time darling.” He said before taking your lobe between his teeth. That had your heart racing as you let out a sigh of pleasure as his lips kissed up your neck. To anyone else it looked like nothing more than an intimate cuddle, two lovers enjoying each other’s company.

You eventually stepped away from one another, Tom making sure to capture your lips with his own as he did. You were even hotter now, the sun doing nothing to help your state, Harrison noticed your flustered state and smirked as he handed you a bottle of water. You took it from him and chugged down at least half of the bottle whilst Tom lined himself up for his next shot.

“Take it I’m better off not going back to my hotel room when we’re finished up here?” Harrison smirked and you looked at him in shock.

“What do you mean?” You asked and Haz scoffed.

“Oh come on, I’ve lived with the two of you, I’ve been around the world with the two of you. I know when you’re both horny.” He laughed.

“Harrison.” You hissed as you punched his arm, causing him to laugh loudly.

“Listen, you guys have been together for three years, I’m your guys’ best friend, I know when I need to save my ears. You’re both so loud sometimes.” He laughed and you couldn’t help as you bit your lip, embarrassment filling your chest.

“Harrison.” You said firmly and he continued laughing. “We’re not.”

“You are,” he scoffed. “I don’t think you mean to be but you know sometimes I can hear the bed- “

“Okay, Haz I get it.” You said as you cut him off as you both laughed. It wasn’t long before you felt two arms snake around your waist as a club was passed back to Harrison. You leant back into his touch, placing a kiss on his jawline as he squeezed you into him, you were aware of the many flashes going off around you but couldn’t find yourself to care.

“Careful.” Tom muttered as you shifted slightly in his grasp, your backside brushing against his crotch. “Don’t want to start that now, I have a game to win.” He said lowly and you smirked as you not so innocently shifted again. His arm tightening around your waist as his lips found your ear. “Darling.” He said, voice husky and commanding. “Behave.”

You looked at him innocently as you turned in his hold, his gaze darker and stern, he only used those eyes between the sheets and you wondered how far you could push him, what he’d do if you did. The thoughts swirled around your mind as Tom placed a kiss to your temple, hands on your waist giving a squeeze before he stepped back. You missed his touch instantly as he took a seat in a chair that was placed in one of the tents.

“Come here.” He said quietly, hand extending for you to take and you did as he pulled you down and into his lap. Your legs draped across his thighs as his arms fell around your waist, the position had you feeling hot, thoughts of the numerous times he’d had you in this position as he coaxed you towards orgasm with his fingers. Fuck.

“I have four more holes to play, think you can behave long enough for me to finish my game?” He said into your ear and you shivered as you placed your head back on his shoulder.

“But teasing you is so fun.” You admitted and Tom huffed out a laugh.

“Behave.” He said and you felt yourself growing wet. You shifted slightly in the chair, completely on purpose, but to the unknowing eye it looked innocent. Tom’s hands moved to your waist as he halted your movements. “Stop it.” Tom hissed and you felt him grow slightly hard beneath you. You attempted to shift your hips again but Tom’s hands prevented you from doing so. “Oh darling, you really really don’t want to do this.” He said into the shell of your ear.

“Oh but I really do Tom.” You said, all rational thoughts leaving your head as the excitement of him taking you set in.

“I don’t think you do.” He hummed in response.

“What are you going to do Tom?” You teased, well aware he couldn’t punish you in front of this crowd.

“You might not want to find out.” He whispered before nipping your neck and you had to hold in a moan. Your skin felt like it was on fire as he subtly licked the area to soothe it.

**

It was a long four games, it felt like forever had passed by the time he’d finished, winning the game completely. He cheered as he did, eyes finding yours and you saw the want in them, the want for you. They were still dark, your teasing hadn’t ceased, every opportunity you had you’d subtly get him going. Kisses placed to his sweet spot, subtly grinding against him, it was all getting the two of you riled up.

You knew your underwear was completely damp, the material soaked as you thought about what he was going to do to you when you fell into the hotel room. He celebrated for a while, signing autographs and taking pictures until he was told he was able to head back to the hotel room. Which he did instantly, hand finding yours as he led you through the lobby of the hotel. Harrison and Harry had opted to go out for the afternoon, they had both picked up on the tension.

As soon as the lift doors shut, you found yourself pressed against the side of it, Tom’s hand finding your thigh as he hoisted it up his leg. His lips finding yours as he pulled you in for a kiss, it was desperate, needy as he sucked your bottom lip, grazing his teeth over it as he dove straight back in. Tongues clashing as he ground his hips into yours causing a moan to leave your lips.

“Such a needy little brat aren’t you?” He chuckled slightly as his fingers dipped into your shorts and felt how wet you already were for him. “Not even touched you yet and you’re already soaked.” He said as the lift dinged to say you’d reached your floor, you were breathless as Tom pulled away, pulling you down the corridor and into your hotel room.

It wasn’t long before your back found the door and his lips were back on yours, desperate pants and whines leaving your lips as you tried to grind your hips into his.

“So desperate for my cock aren’t you? Couldn’t behave yourself for a morning could you?” He said and you felt yourself grow hotter with his words, desperate for something from him.

“Tom, please.” You begged him and he pulled back to look at you, hand finding your jaw as he forced you to keep eye contact with him.

“What?” He asked, “what is it you want?” He asked as his thumb slipped into your mouth. Your tongue finding the digit as you sucked it, watching as Tom’s eyes darkened further. “Tell me what you want.” Tom demanded as he pulled his thumb from your mouth causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Touch me Tom, please.” You begged pathetically and Tom chuckled as his hand slipped as he placed it around your neck, carefully, not too much pressure.

“But you’ve been such a brat, I told you didn’t want to tease me. I don’t think you deserve for me to touch you.” He said and you whined again as you reached out for him, his free hand catching it as he pinned it to the wall beside you. “What makes you think you should get your own way?” He asked as his breath fanned your face.

“Please, Tom. I promise I’ll behave.” You begged, your body aching for his touch by this point.

“You weren’t behaving when you were trying to get me hard in public. That would have been a real problem for me, all those people around. I warned you multiple times princess, why should I believe you want to behave now?” He asked, he was so close, every part of him was close but he wasn’t giving you anything, he wasn’t caving.

“I will, I promise, let me prove it to you.” You said and he pulled back as if in thought and you wondered what he’d have in store for you.

“Get on the bed.” He demanded as he let you go, you immediately obeyed, crawling onto the bed as you laid in the middle of it. You were hot, hotter than you’d been all day, despite the air con that was seemingly having no effect on your blazing skin. Tom fished around in his suitcase for a moment before he pulled out a grey object, your heart beating with anticipation.

He joined you on the bed, stripping you of all your clothing. His golf cap had been removed as soon as you stepped foot into the room, his curls just begging to have your hands in them. He hovered over you as you awaited his next instruction, you were completely bare beneath him whilst he was still fully clothed. Something about the vulnerability of your position making your heart pound and your walls clench.

“Arms up.” He commanded.

“But Tom-“ You began to protest but he stopped you, your body was desperate to feel him, anything he would give you’d take at this point. This was one of the many reasons you loved riling him up, the pleasure you’d receive afterwards was mind blowing. Sex with Tom was always amazing but when you teased him he’d make you work for it and you loved it.

“I thought you said you were going to behave. Or are we in a bratty mood today Y/N?” He asked and you instantly shook your head as you raised your arms above them. It wasn’t long before you were tied to the bed, arms secure above you. “Now are you going to be a good girl for me? Take what I give you?” He asked with a knowing look and you nodded furiously as he kissed your cheek.

“Safe word?” He asked, a little more seriously into your ear, there had been the odd occasion where the restraints had been too much, too tight or you just weren’t feeling them in the way you usually did.

“Red.” You confirmed and he kissed your cheek again.

“Good girl” he said. His hand travelled down your body, stopping as he cupped your wet cunt. “You are such a desperate little thing, all wet and ready for me and I’ve barely even touched you. Do you want me to touch you princess?” He asked, eyes finding yours and you nodded in response. “Words Y/N, come on, you know how this works. What do you want?”

“Anything Tom, I just want you to touch me.” You said as you raised your hips from the bed slightly. Tom was quick to pin them back to the mattress as he tutted at you.

“What do you think you deserve? My fingers, tongue? Certainly not my cock, not until you start behaving.”

“Your fingers.” You panted out as your hands pulled on your restraints, to no avail, you were bound tightly to the bed frame. Tom hummed in response as he traced his fingers up your figure, stopping to play with your nipple that coaxed a gasp from your lips. He tugged on the hardened bud before bringing his lips down to encase it. Flicking his tongue against it as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.

“Fucking love these.” Tom muttered as he placed his lips at the top of your breast and sucked harshly. It caused you to squirm beneath him, the sensation going straight to your already wet core, the pleasure of finally being touched had you moaning. “Stay still.” He commanded and you tried your hardest to, using every bit of your will power to behave for him. “Good girl.” He said as he listened to your pants and moans, he pulled back after a while and looked down at you.

“All mine.” He said and you knew when you looked in the mirror you’d find his mark. He ran his fingers back down your figure, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, he’d gotten you completely riled up, you were under his control completely now and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His fingers found your entrance as he teased it, finger lightly pressing into it as he got his finger wet with your arousal.

His finger found your clit as he began to rub it in a figure eight motion, you moaned almost pathetically at the contact. Your body reacting instantly to his touch.

“Does my little brat enjoy watching me play golf?” He asked as he continued to rub your clit.

“Yes.” You moaned out as you threw your head back at the pleasure coursing through you. He slowed his movements, he was rubbing torturously slow now. He was face to face with you now, hand planted next to your head as he hovered over you, his tight golf shirt leaving nothing to your imagination. You could see everything, as his bicep bulged from the weight of holding himself up.

“Such a whore for me on the golf course aren’t you?” He asked as he slowly sped up his movements. “Bet you’d have got on your knees and sucked my cock if I’d have asked wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Tom.” You moaned out and he breathed out a laugh.

“Always so fucking needy for me when I’m playing, just can’t behave can you?” He asked and you felt your orgasm approach.

“You just look so good Tom, I can’t help it.” You moaned out and Tom continued to work you towards an orgasm. “Tom, please. I need your tongue.” You moaned as he was kissing your neck, more than likely making another mark on your skin. He moved down your body, eyes connecting with you own as he went.

“I want you to look at me. Nowhere else, me.” He demanded, his tone sending pleasure straight through you. Accent thick from how turned on he was by this point. He moved his fingers and placed his tongue around your clit as you looked down at him, not daring to break eye contact. He placed his finger inside you and groaned against your clit when he felt your walls clench around it. “Such a greedy thing, taking everything I give you.” He said as he placed a second finger into you.

Your orgasm was fast approaching, hands pulling against the restraints as you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes never left yours as he sucked and flicked at your clit, free arm pinning your hips to the bed as you squirmed beneath him. A layer of sweat was now covering your skin. You were so close.

“Tom I’m gonna- “You started but before you could finish your sentence he withdrew from you, placing kisses up your body. “Tom what?” You choked out, as he placed a kiss on your jawline and then cheek before hovering his lips over your own.

“I need a shower.” Tom spoke, breathe hitting your face and you looked up at him in disbelief.

“But Tom.” You began to protest until he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I told you not to tease me baby. I warned you, more than once and you still wouldn’t behave, this is your punishment for being a brat. Now behave whilst I shower and then we’ll see about that orgasm, yeah?” He spoke as he placed a final kiss to your lips and stood leaving you. You were so sexually frustrated by this point, a denied orgasm only adding to the feeling.

“Please Tom, don’t take too long.” You begged as you watched him open the en-suite door.

“Oh darling, I plan to take my sweet time about it.” He said as he placed the fingers that had been inside you into his mouth with a wink.

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fault lines

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: During a family dinner in New York, Amelie’s brief respite from her demanding career is disrupted by an unexpected revelation.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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May 8th, 2023 - New York City, NY

The warm hum of conversation filled the small, upscale restaurant tucked in the heart of New York City. Amelie sat between her brother Callum and her father, Elias, the gentle buzz of her family’s chatter offering a temporary reprieve from the overwhelming pressure of her tour. The past few months had been a whirlwind of sold-out shows, sleepless nights, and long flights, but tonight was a rare moment of respite. Her parents, siblings, and Checo had flown in from Miami, fresh off the Grand Prix, to watch her perform live.

The dinner was supposed to be relaxed, a celebration of family and Amelie’s success, but she couldn’t shake the unease that had been sitting in her chest all day. Perhaps it was exhaustion or the growing distance between her and Rodrigo, who was still in Spain training for the upcoming season.

Her mother’s hand on hers brought her out of her thoughts.

—You’ve been quiet tonight, mi amor,— Victoria said, her eyes warm and full of concern. —Is everything okay?—

Amelie gave her a small smile, forcing herself to push the worries aside. —Just tired, Mamá. Touring’s catching up to me.—

Her father nodded knowingly. —You’ve been working too hard. But at least now you’ve got us here. We’re not leaving until we’ve embarrassed you by crying in the front row.—

—Papá,— she groaned, though her lips curled into a genuine smile this time.

Checo, sitting across from her with Stella by his side, chimed in. —I’m just here to tell everyone backstage that I’m your favorite brother-in-law. Gotta keep my title.—

—You’re my only brother-in-law,— Amelie shot back playfully, though the warmth in her tone made everyone chuckle.

As plates of food were set down in front of them, Jack leaned back in his chair with a smug grin. "Speaking of titles, I think I’m officially the worst golfer in the family now."

—What?— Elysia said, narrowing her eyes at her twin. —Since when are you even considered a golfer?—

—Since last week,— Jack replied, his grin growing wider. —Got invited to play in Miami with Dad, Zak Brown, and some other guys. It was a disaster.—

Amelie’s head snapped up at the mention of McLaren, her chest tightening instinctively. —Wait, Zak Brown? As in… McLaren’s Zak Brown?—

Jack nodded, smirking as he reached for his drink. —The one and only. Don’t get too excited, though. He wasn’t there to see me. It was all Dad’s thing. Apparently, they’re buddies now.—

Elias chuckled, clearly amused by the memory. —He’s a good guy. Knows his stuff about motorsports, that’s for sure. Though I’m pretty sure he was regretting inviting me after the third hole. My swing’s gone to hell.—

—Hold up,— Amelie interrupted, her brows furrowing. —What exactly were you doing playing golf with Zak Brown?—

—Oh, it was just a casual thing,— Elias said, waving a hand dismissively. —Some McLaren sponsors were there too. I didn’t want to go, but Zak insisted.—

—Yeah, it was casual until he showed up,— Jack cut in, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. —Your boy Lando. You should’ve seen it, Amelie. It was like watching a soap opera. Dad looked like he wanted to throttle him.—

The air around the table shifted immediately. The lighthearted atmosphere that had filled the room moments earlier evaporated as quickly as it had come, replaced by a palpable tension. Amelie’s heart dropped at the mention of his name, her fork freezing midway to her mouth.

—Lando?— she asked, her voice tighter than she intended.

Elias’ jaw clenched ever so slightly, his expression darkening. —He happened to be there, unfortunately. I wasn’t particularly thrilled about it.—

Checo exchanged a glance with Stella, his lips pressing into a thin line as he silently reached for his glass of water. He knew better than to say anything yet.

Jack, oblivious to the growing discomfort, leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. —Not thrilled? That’s putting it lightly. Dad practically gave the guy a death stare the entire day. If looks could kill, I don’t think he’d have made it past the ninth hole.—

—Jack,— Stella hissed, giving him a warning glare.

But Amelie wasn’t looking at Jack anymore. Her focus had shifted entirely to her father. —What happened?— she asked, her voice steady despite the storm swirling inside her.

Elias sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. —It’s nothing, princesa. Just an unpleasant surprise seeing him there, that’s all. I might’ve said a few things to let him know he wasn’t welcome.—

Amelie’s stomach churned. She didn’t need details to fill in the blanks. Elias was fiercely protective of her—always had been—and she could only imagine what kind of indirect jabs he’d thrown at Lando. The thought made her chest tighten uncomfortably.

—A few things?— Jack snorted. —Dad basically told him to stay the hell away from you. Oh, and then he threw in something about him breaking your heart. You should’ve seen Lando’s face. I almost felt bad for the guy.—

—Jack!— Victoria snapped, her tone sharp. —That’s enough.—

But Amelie barely heard her. Her mind was spinning, the room suddenly feeling too warm. She dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter, pushing it away as she leaned back in her chair.

—Amor,— her mother said softly, her hand reaching for hers again. —Don’t let this upset you. Your father was just being protective.—

—Protective?— Amelie repeated, her voice rising slightly. —Papá, what were you even thinking? I told you months ago that Lando and I were done. We’re nothing to each other anymore.—

Elias frowned, his expression softening as he looked at her. —You may think that, but I know better. I know how much he hurt you, Amelie. And if you think I’m going to stand by and pretend everything’s fine when I see him acting like nothing happened, you’re wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.—

Amelie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She didn’t want to have this conversation here—not in front of her entire family, not in the middle of a crowded restaurant. But the damage was already done.

—What exactly did you say to him?— she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elias hesitated, glancing at Stella, who gave him a subtle shake of her head as if to warn him against saying too much. But Jack, of course, had no such reservations.

—Oh, you know, the usual dad stuff,— Jack said, smirking. —“Stay away from my daughter,” “You broke her heart,” “You’ll never be good enough for her,” blah, blah, blah.—

—Jack, for God’s sake!— Stella snapped, clearly fed up with his antics.

But Amelie didn’t react to Jack’s teasing. Her eyes were fixed on her father, searching his face for any hint of regret or remorse. She didn’t find any.

—You had no right,— she said finally, her voice trembling with barely contained frustration. —Papá, this is my life. My past. Not yours. You can’t just... just insert yourself into it like that.—

—Amelie,— Elias began, but she cut him off.

—No. You don’t get to do this. Not anymore.— She pushed her chair back, the sound grating against the floor as she stood. —Excuse me.—

She didn’t wait for anyone to respond. Grabbing her bag, she turned and walked briskly toward the exit, ignoring the concerned voices calling after her.

As the door swung shut behind her, the cool evening air hit her like a slap to the face. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her, but it was no use. The weight of everything—her father’s overprotectiveness, Lando’s lingering presence in her life, the distance growing between her and Rodrigo—was suffocating.

She leaned against the side of the building, closing her eyes and letting the noise of the city wash over her. But even then, she couldn’t escape it. The memories. The what-ifs. The lingering ache of a love she’d tried so hard to forget.

And the worst part? A small, stubborn part of her knew her father wasn’t entirely wrong.

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Requested by anon // Summary: You get caught up in Ward Cameron’s games and believe there’s no way out. JJ saves the day. 

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“What can I get started for you?” You ask as Mr. Ward Cameron walks up to the bar. You were hoping you wouldn’t be working the same time he comes in for golfing and a round of drinks at the country club, but shit happens.

You watch as his eyes travel down your body, “I think I’ll have my usual..” He slides over a $100 bill, “And darling, unbutton a couple more of those buttons. The men like to see cleavage.”

You gulp a little and nod, taking the bill and turning around to the cash register. You do as he says, unbuttoning the first two buttons. He was the boss man around here and everyone knew it.

You hated yourself for falling into this position, but you needed the money and well, Ward Cameron had his hands deep in money.

It happened a couple months back when he’d overheard you speaking with Kie about your money at the Country Club. Your parents both were let go from their jobs and bills were piling up. You were the only one working and you didn’t make hardly enough to sustain the bills. He approached you later that night after your shift and explained he would pay your family’s bills, along with extra cash if you’d do things for him.

You were desperate and he knew that. There were these poker nights with the wealthy men around the island, and some from surrounding states that Ward held every 3 weeks. You were to come and serve the men drinks in skimpy outfits and basically be something to look at for the men and anything else they may have wanted. It never went farther than you sitting on their laps as they play. He promised you that it wouldn’t and well, he’d kept his promise. However, it left you feeling horrible about yourself. You couldn’t back out. If you did, your family would lose everything all over again. Ward knew that and used it best to his advantage.

You turned around and began making Ward’s drink.

He nodded at you, seeing your new attire, “Very nice. Much better.” He slipped another $100 over to you, “For you.”

Your eyes glanced up at him as you slid the drink over to him and then took the bill, pocketing it and handing him the rest of his change.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink.

You nod, “Yes sir.”

“Good. I have your paycheck in my office. Come straight there first when you arrive.” He sent you a wink before turning away and heading to the outside patio.

~

It may have never went farther than you sitting on the other men’s lap, but that wasn’t the truth with Ward.

He stood in front of you as he buttoned back up his pants. You fixed your skirt and buttoned your shirt back up. “Your paycheck..” He hands over a wad of cash in an envelope.

“Thank you.” Your voice is quiet as you take the money.

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, “The men shall be here any second. Go get the table ready.” He then steps out of his office, shutting the door behind him. You feel disgusting as you stare at yourself in the mirror. You finally turn away from the mirror, unable to look at yourself any more before walking out of the office.

~

You didn’t feel like going home and knew the pogues would be hanging out at the Chateau. You needed a break. Sending a text to your mom, you let her know you’d be at Kie’s tonight before grabbing your bag from the back. The pogues knew you were working for Ward at his poker nights and that was all. They knew nothing else. You slipped out of your car and headed to the house, stepping in you were met with the smell of weed and beer.

“Y/n!” The pogues yelled in unison, excited to see their other best friend.

“Hey guys.” You force a smile.

“Want a beer?” JJ asks, holding one out to you.

You shake your head, “I’m gonna go change first.” You head toward the spare bedroom, closing the door.

JJ is not stupid when it comes to you. He’d known you for years. He knows you like the back of his hand. Faking a smile? That’s not you. He stands from his spot on the couch and decides to make sure you’re okay. When he steps to the spare bedroom, the door was cracked. He didn’t mean to look, but he could see your reflection in the mirror. He watched as you stood, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Disgusting.” He heard you whisper, shaking your head before slipping the shirt over your head.

You turned around and could see his peeking eyes. “JJ?”

He cleared his throat, “I wasn’t looking.” He blushed as he opened the door a little more and stepped in, “I just walked up.”

You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a little laugh as you stuffed the outfit in your bag.

“Ward still making you wear those skimpy outfits at poker night?” He walked closer to you.

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yup.” You zip up your bag and face him. He’s watching you with concern.

“What?” You ask, annoyed.

“Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” You laugh half-heartedly, nodding, “I’m fucking fantastic.” You begin to walk by him, but he steps in front of you blocking your way.

“Don’t lie to me, y/n.” His voice is stern, “I know when something is up with you. And you haven’t been the same since you started working for Ward.”

You roll your eyes, “JJ, I’m fine. Alright?”

“Y/n.”

“JJ.” You mock, crossing your arms over your chest.

He puts his hands on your arms, making you look at him, “Y/n. Are you okay?” He stares into your eyes for a moment. You hadn’t been the same y/n since you’d began working for Ward and he could tell a difference. You were quieter, not the bubbly person you’d always been. You always had this look on your face, like the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

You can feel yourself beginning to crack under JJ’s stare. You’d never been able to hide things from JJ. He’d always figured it out or managed to break you. Your bottom lip trembling as your eyes fill with tears, “I’m fine.” You croak out.

He pulls you into his chest as you begin sobbing, “Y/n, what is going on? You know you can tell me anything..”

You shake your head, “I can’t, JJ.. We’ll lose everything.. If I tell, it’ll ruin our lives..”

“Y/n. Is Ward.. is Ward pressuring you into things you don’t want to do?” He’s angry at even the thought.

As soon as he asks, you let out a sob.

He pulls away to look at you, hands on your shoulders, “He is, isn’t he? Don’t even try to lie to me!”

You let out one small nod and all he saw was red. “I’m going to kill him.” He turns to storm out of the door, “JJ, don’t!”

He faces you, his face red with anger, “You’re not going back to work for him, you hear me?”

“JJ I have too! He’s the only thing keeping my family from losing everything!”

“How would your family feel about their daughter having sex with someone twice their age to pay their bills they can’t take care of?! This is not right!”

“What is all the screaming about?” Kie asks from the doorway, John B and Pope standing behind her.

You look at JJ with pleading eyes, “Nothing.. It’s nothing.”

JJ laughs and shakes his head, running a hand over his face, “This is fucking ridiculous...” He mutters, before storming out of the room, pushing John B and Pope out of his way. The front door slams behind him.

~

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I want out.” You say to Ward. You’d stopped by a couple days later when you knew no one would be home but him.

He looks up from his desk at you, “You want out?”

You nod, “I don’t want to do this anymore..”

He tosses his pen on the desk and stands, hands flat on the desk, “That is not an option.”

“But.. my parents found jobs, we don’t need the extra money anymore.”

He shakes his head, rounding the desk, “I say when it’s over. Not you.” He rounds the desk to you. You begin to move away, but he continues to take a step toward you until your back hits the wall. He chuckles, both of his hands against the wall on either side of your head, “I make the rules around here.” He leans in close to you, “Not you.” His face is inches from you and he takes one of his hands off the wall, slamming it against the wall next to your head.

You jump.

“Do you understand?!”

You gulp, nodding, “Y-yes sir.”

“Good..” He breaths, taking one of his hands to your throat, “Since we have some time before anyone will be home..” He holds your neck in place as he presses his lips against yours, using his body to keep you pinned against the wall. He starts to rip your clothes from your body as you squirm underneath his grip.

“Get the fuck off her!” JJ storms into the room and slams his body into Ward’s which sends the both of them flying to the ground. JJ moves on the floor to where he’s on top of Ward and sends a punch to his face. Ward struggles and fights back, punching JJ. The impact sends JJ off him and Ward is able to get the upper hand, punching JJ.

“Stop it! Stop!” You scream, trying to grab at Ward. JJ’s face is filled with blood. You frantically look around and grab the poker from next to the fire place as Ward continues to send punches to JJ’s face. Lifting the poker, you use all your strength and swing at him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Ward is knocked off JJ, groaning. You drop the poker at your feet and rush to JJ “JJ!” You grab his arm, “JJ, get out of here.”

JJ’s groaning as you try to pull him to his feet. He leans on you as blood drips from his nose and mouth.

“you stupid bitch!” Ward lifts the poker and starts to swing at you, but a gun shot rings through the house.

You turn around to see Ward, dropping the poker and falling to the floor. Your eyes follow where the shot came from and there standing in the doorway is Sheriff Peterkin and another officer. It turns out, there was an investigation going on with the poker night and an undercover operation going on. They’d seen everything at poker night and set up cameras in Ward’s office, capturing everything they needed to put him away for a long time.

~

You sit next to JJ in the ambulance as they clean his face. You never let go of his hand as they cleaned him. Ward was hauled off to the hospital for treatment of his gunshot wound. Sadly, it hit his shoulder and he’d live.

The EMT finishes bandaging one of the wounds, “There you go..”

“Thank you.”

She nods before stepping away and going to speak with another EMT.

“How did you know where I was?” You ask standing from your seat at the back of the ambulance, facing him where he’s seated.  

“I followed you..” He looks up at you.

“You followed me?”

He nods, “I was.. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You shake your head, “JJ, are you stupid? You could have gotten yourself killed!”

He slowly stands from his seat to stand in front of you. He slips a piece of hair behind your ear and his lips slowly form a smile, “Baby, I’m stupid in love.” His hands slip to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. Your body melts into his touch and you wrap your arms around his neck. JJ Maybank, always coming to your rescue.  

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Maximizing Longevity and Performance in Golf: The Synergy Between Exercise, Nutrition, and Wellness

Introduction:

Golf is often seen as a sport that can be enjoyed well into the later years of life, making it unique compared to many other athletic pursuits. However, while golf may not seem as physically taxing as other sports, it places distinct demands on the body that require attention to both fitness and nutrition. For golfers looking to maximize their longevity, maintain high performance, and enjoy a long, healthy life on and off the course, the combination of exercise and nutrition cannot be overstated. At SHIFT TRAINING, we are committed to helping you unlock your full potential and live vibrantly with a balance of physical activity and proper nutrition.

The Benefits of Regular Exercise

It’s no secret that regular exercise offers tremendous benefits for our overall health. From cardiovascular health to musculoskeletal fitness, staying active is key to maintaining vitality, particularly as we age. Golfers, in particular, can experience significant improvements in their game by maintaining a consistent exercise routine.

According to extensive research published in the Canadian Medical Association Journal, there is “irrefutable evidence” that exercise significantly lowers the risk of a range of chronic illnesses, including heart disease, cancer, osteoporosis, depression, high blood pressure, diabetes, and obesity. In fact, physical inactivity is often listed as one of the major risk factors for these conditions. For golfers, who spend significant time walking and swinging clubs, exercise goes beyond disease prevention—it directly translates to better performance, increased stamina, and reduced injury risk.

Cardiovascular Health

Cardio exercise such as walking, jogging, or swimming improves heart health, helping you maintain stamina for those long rounds of golf. Walking the course, rather than relying on a golf cart, can provide a great cardiovascular workout. According to research, walking 18 holes equates to covering 4-5 miles, which is a substantial contribution to your daily physical activity goals.

Muscle Strength and Flexibility

A strong and flexible body is key to maintaining a smooth and powerful golf swing. Strength training exercises, particularly those that target the core, back, and legs, help golfers maintain proper form and generate greater force when hitting the ball. Flexibility exercises, such as yoga or dynamic stretching, prevent stiffness and ensure that muscles are supple, reducing the risk of injury and enhancing range of motion.

Balance and Coordination

Balance is a crucial aspect of golf, and exercises that challenge your balance can improve your golf swing mechanics. Incorporating balance-focused workouts, such as stability ball exercises or single-leg activities, into your routine helps enhance coordination, translating to more consistent and accurate shots on the golf course.

Nutrition:The Building Blocks of Optimal Performance

While exercise forms one half of the wellness equation, nutrition is the other crucial element. Proper nutrition not only fuels the body but also supports recovery and injury prevention. For golfers aiming to maintain peak performance, a balanced diet is essential to optimizing energy levels, enhancing focus, and supporting overall well-being.

Macronutrients: Carbs, Proteins, and Fats

For athletes, including golfers, the three main macronutrients—carbohydrates, proteins, and fats—play specific roles in fueling performance and recovery. Carbohydrates are the body's main energy source, especially during long rounds. Foods like whole grains, fruits, and vegetables provide the necessary fuel to maintain stamina throughout the day.

Protein, on the other hand, is vital for muscle repair and recovery. After a strenuous workout or round of golf, incorporating high-quality proteins such as lean meats, fish, eggs, and plant-based options helps rebuild muscle tissue and prevent fatigue.

Healthy fats, found in nuts, seeds, avocados, and olive oil, are important for overall cell function and maintaining energy levels during prolonged periods of activity.

Micronutrients: Vitamins and Minerals

In addition to macronutrients, golfers must focus on their intake of essential vitamins and minerals. Micronutrients such as vitamin D, calcium, magnesium, and potassium play key roles in bone health, muscle function, and overall vitality. For instance, magnesium helps regulate muscle contractions, while potassium balances fluid levels, helping to prevent cramping during prolonged physical exertion.

Vitamin D and calcium are particularly important for bone health. Given that golf requires significant rotation through the spine, hips, and shoulders, maintaining strong bones is essential for preventing stress fractures or joint issues.

Hydration

Dehydration can negatively impact focus, coordination, and stamina. Given that a round of golf can take several hours, it’s crucial to stay properly hydrated before, during, and after playing. Water should be the go-to beverage, but electrolytes, particularly sodium and potassium, are also essential, especially in warmer climates. Without adequate hydration, even small imbalances in your body’s fluid levels can lead to decreased performance and increased injury risk.

The Role of Supplements in Supporting Performance

Despite our best efforts to maintain a well-rounded diet, it can be difficult to meet all our nutritional needs through food alone, especially for athletes or those with demanding schedules. Nutritional supplements can fill in these gaps, providing essential nutrients that support fitness goals, boost recovery, and enhance physical performance.

The Peak Performance Pack

One supplement we recommend at SHIFT TRAINING is the Peak Performance Pack, which has been clinically proven to reduce free radicals in the body. Free radicals, if left unchecked, can cause oxidative stress, leading to premature aging, muscle fatigue, and a decline in physical performance. By combating oxidative stress, the Peak Performance Pack can help extend both lifespan and quality of life.

In two separate human clinical studies, the Peak Performance Pack was shown to significantly reduce the presence of free radicals. The antioxidants in this supplement, such as vitamins C and E, along with plant-based compounds like flavonoids, help neutralize these harmful molecules, protecting the body from oxidative damage. For golfers, this means enhanced recovery times, less inflammation, and improved endurance.

Incorporating supplements such as the Peak Performance Pack into your routine allows you to address nutritional deficiencies, enabling your body to perform at its best. We firmly believe that every client at SHIFT TRAINING should experience the transformative benefits of this product.

Exercise and Nutrition for Longevity

Longevity in golf, and life in general, is largely determined by the choices we make regarding our health and wellness. By committing to regular exercise and maintaining a balanced, nutrient-rich diet, you can drastically reduce the risk of age-related diseases and improve your quality of life for decades to come.

At SHIFT TRAINING, we encourage our clients to focus on the following strategies for lasting wellness:

Consistency is Key:

Whether it’s regular gym sessions, a home workout, or simply walking the golf course more often, consistency in physical activity is essential for building and maintaining fitness over time.

Progressive Strength Training: 

Resistance training, particularly focusing on core strength, helps golfers maintain posture and reduce the risk of injury. Strong muscles also support better golf performance, allowing for longer drives and more stability through each swing.

Dynamic Flexibility: 

Stretching before and after your workouts or rounds of golf is key to preventing stiffness and injury. Dynamic stretching, which involves moving your muscles and joints through their full range of motion, ensures that your body remains limber and ready for the physical demands of golf.

Adequate Recovery: 

Taking rest days and ensuring you get proper sleep allows your body to recover from the stresses of physical activity. Nutrition also plays a critical role in recovery; consuming the right balance of protein, carbohydrates, and fats after workouts ensures that your body can repair itself and be ready for the next round.

Mindful Eating: 

Fueling your body with high-quality, nutrient-dense foods gives you the energy you need for peak performance. We encourage you to focus on whole foods that are rich in essential nutrients, while also considering supplements that can support your specific health goals.

Conclusion: 

Embrace the Journey Toward Wellness

By focusing on regular exercise, proper nutrition, and smart supplementation, golfers can experience not only enhanced performance but also a longer, healthier life. At SHIFT TRAINING, we’re here to help you on your journey toward optimal wellness—whether it’s improving your golf game, maintaining fitness as you age, or simply living a more active lifestyle. Together, we can unlock your full potential and ensure that you enjoy every round of golf for years to come.