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olivianyx · 1 month

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UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 3 months

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Same Ol' Same Ol'

A VERY LATE Kinktober Day Six Prompt: "I Missed You"

Warnings: Language, smut, references to breakups

A/N: based on the song Still by Liv Dawson

Everything's still the same.

It's oddly comforting and painfully nostalgic how Jack still smells the same, you notice, taking in his scent as your lips press against his shoulder, his body weight heavy but welcome atop yours. He's still wearing the cologne you bought him for your second anniversary, the same one he insisted he hated during one of your last fights.

Everything's still the same.

Your right hand instinctively pulls at his chestnut curls at the back of his head, your left fingertips digging into his lower back, guiding his rhythm as he snaps his hips into you, leaving you breathless with each thrust. He's as desperate to take himself to the hilt inside of you as you are to feel every inch of him. Its almost too much, the feeling of being full and stretched out. You struggle to grip the sheets to steady yourself against the bed, feeling your core tighten as his pelvis grinds against your clit. Your moans are the sweetest thing he's heard in the longest time, a fervent reminder of what he once had.

Everything's still the same.

Jack's large hands frame your face, with his nose nuzzled into your neck, his scruffy beard scratchy against your cheek. You can count how each pant in your ear matches his strokes, your breaths in tandem as if you'd practiced this before.

You have practiced this before, many times. In this bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counter. There isn't an inch of this apartment where you haven't been intimate, not a spot where you haven't moaned Jack's name over and over, and still you feel like a stranger in what was once your home.

Everything's still the same.

Its pure muscle memory, the way your body molds around his, how quickly he can bring you to orgasm because he knows your most sensitive spots. "Is this okay?" Jack quietly grunts out, already knowing that it is, and you barely give a nod before letting out a sharp breath as his thumb presses against your sensitive bud, drawing agonizingly small circles. There isn't a spot on your body that he doesn't know like the back of his hand, and he's determined to exploit every one of your pleasurable weaknesses, not sure when he'll get the chance again.

Surely the two of you won't make the same mistake twice.

Everything's still the same.

After three years of being in these same sheets, mastering each other's bodies, discovering the things that make you tick and the one's that piss him off, everything is second nature. If you close your eyes tight enough, you can almost pretend that you aren't hooking up with your ex, only 10 months after your breakup.

Almost.

His name rolls off your tongue with ease as he brings you hurdling toward your orgasm, your nails digging into his back. You're impossibly close when Jack lifts his chest to hover over you. You open your eyes, blinking through your lashes as you feel yourself start to lose your orgasm due to the change in position. His pace never falters, his hands leaving the bed to press down on your hip bones, changing the angle of his thrusts, his cock brushing against your g-spot each time he drives in and out of you.

It was only seconds before waves of pleasure were washing over you, your fingers and toes tingling from overstimulation. Jack’s hips stuttered as he came, his body convulsing as he filled the condom. He collapsed down on the bed next to you, his arm draped over your stomach as he closed his eyes.

Jack was always gifted in bed, but adorably predictable, with only a few moves under his belt that he always returned to. You knew them all, had come to love them over time, and you immediately noticed how different he was now.

His virility was renewed, there was a hunger to him that you'd never had the pleasure to witness.

Had he been with someone else since you'd broken up?

How many other women had been in the same bed the two of you had picked out when you moved in together?

You knew you had no right to question him, you weren't together anymore, but still it felt like the biggest betrayal. You didn't try to hide the tears brimming in your lashes, knowing you could attribute them to overwhelming pleasure instead of sadness.

Jack peaked out at you through his right eye, noticing your tears immediately. "Are you okay?" He moved to hover over you again, this time resting his weight to the side, his hand cradling your face. You nodded, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth to stop you from crying. "What happened?", he searched your features, his heart racing at the thought that he was too rough and maybe had hurt you.

"I'm fine", you finally breathed out, "just tired." You pushed him off of you, gathering the flat sheet to cover your body and shuffling to the bathroom, the door slamming behind you. You tightened the sheet around your chest, frantically wiping the tears from your cheeks. You look pitiful in the mirror, a strong juxtaposition to the confidence you had when you walked through the door just a few hours ago.

You were the one who called Jack, finally able to pull yourself together enough to do your hair and put on makeup. You wanted him to see how good you were doing, at least as much as you could pretend, how you had moved on to bigger and better things, but it only took a little sweet talking and a few glasses of wine before you were underneath him, proving just how weak you truly were.

You searched the drawers for eyedrops to get rid of the redness from crying. All of the toiletries were still arranged the way you liked, by category of item. Jack was never that organized. It always drove you up the wall how simultaneously messy and a control freak he could be at the same time. You found the eye drops at the back of the drawer, the same place you left them.

Everything's still the same.

A knock at the door startled you, making you drop the tiny plastic bottle. "Everything okay in there?" You could hear the concern in Jack's voice.

"Yeah, just a second", you called out, squeezing a few drops into each eye, blinking away the artificial tears. You just needed to fake it for a few more minutes and you could get out of here, and all of this would be a very disappointing memory. You took a deep breath as you opened the door, plastering a fake smile on your face. Jack stood back, taking in your figure.

"Just needed to pee", you lied, pushing past him to your pile of clothes that were resting on the chair in the corner. "Are you leaving? I thought we could grab dinner or something." Jack was hopeful that this would turn into more than a ill advised hookup between exes. You chuckled as you slipped your sweater over your head and pulled your jeans over your hips.

When you turned, Jack was still standing there, his chest bare, boxers sitting low on his hips, his brow knitted together.

"I don't think that's a good idea." You grabbed your handbag and shoes, placing them in the crook of your arm. "Actually, I know its not a good idea."

"Why? If you didn't think it was a good idea, why did you come here?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his fingertips digging into the spaces of his ribcage. "I-uh, I don't know. I'm sorry, I don't think I should have come at all." That pooling of warmth in your stomach that you felt from pleasure was quickly replaced by an uneasy knot that tightened with every passing second.

"Don't be sorry, be honest with me. What's wrong?"

You took in a few breaths, your gaze falling to the floor. You felt stupid for asking, but it would nag at you forever if you didn't. "Have you been with anyone else in our- this house?"

You could see the breath hitch in Jack's chest. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped over. "No. No, I haven't seen anyone else since we broke up." You weren't sure why, but you believed him. You never thought Jack would hurt you, but he would have stroked his own ego and told you if he had. "Have you?", he looked like he'd be sick if you said yes.

"Uh, no." He knew the answer by the look of sadness in your eyes but he still needed to hear the word. "Everything is the same here, like I never left." Your tone wasn't accusatory, you were just stating a fact as you looked around the bedroom.

"I know. I couldn't change anything." He wrung his hands out, his chin dropping to his chest. "I didn't want to change anything." He was hoping that you'd come back one day, and he wanted to be ready for that, leaving everything the way you had it. He knew that you'd like that.

"Why did you let me in, Jack? You knew this was a bad idea just as I did, and yet here we are." The two of you could try to blame each other for your misgivings till you were blue in the face, but you were both adults, both capable of making your own choices.

"I missed you." His confession surprised you, your eyes starting to sting with tears immediately. "I wish I had some better excuse, because I know it doesn't change anything, but I missed you. I had to see you." He ran a hand through his messy curls, looking to you for a reaction.

God, he missed every inch of you. The way you smelled, the sound of your voice, the way you felt beneath his touch. Now that he had a taste of what he so desperately missed, he knew there was no way he was letting you go again. He just needed you to feel the same way. He need you to miss him, too.

He felt lightheaded as you began to speak. "I missed you too. There isn't a day where I don't miss you, Jack." You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, but you didn't feel any relief. It was just replaced by the weight of the guilt of choosing to do something you knew wasn't right. Jack didn't care, he felt no remorse. It was the wrong thing to do, but the right person to do it with.

"Then stay. Please." Begging wasn't in Jack's nature, but he'd bloody his hands and knees for you.

The room was quiet, the air stifling between the two of you. If you did this, there was no going back. If you stayed, you were making a choice to possibly go back to the fighting, to the uncertainty, to the insecurities the two of you held from one another. That weight would never leave you, always sitting on your shoulders, crushing you, but you would be with someone who you didn't want to live without. As much as you tried to deny it, you couldn't live without Jack.

You stood, taking gentle steps toward him, settling in between his legs. You guided his hands to the button of your jeans, Jack taking over and pushing your jeans down past your hips. He pressed a wet kiss to your stomach, just above your belly button, making you shiver. You pulled your sweater over your head as he toyed with the waistband of your panties, snapping it against your delicate skin.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking up at you through his long lashes, his blue eyes shining in the ambient lighting.

"Staying", you whispered, pushing him down on the bed by the shoulders. You were making your choice, one that you'd been desperate to make since the two of you broke up almost a year ago.

Everything's still the same.

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forfucksakesniall · 10 months

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"Car's Outside" - part 3

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

Summary: As the morning light streamed through the curtains, you found yourself lost in thoughts and confusion from the previous night's encounter with Lewis, unsure of the true meaning behind his request to trust him.

Word Count: 2792

Trigger warning/Content Advisory: This content contains references to personal struggles, emotional confusion, and vulnerability. It explores themes of self-doubt, and the complexities of relationships. It also includes a mention of a past crash incident.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Masterlist

You were lying in bed, still feeling the weight of confusion from the previous night. The meaning behind Lewis's words to trust him remained in your thoughts.

You hadn't noticed that Lewis was already standing near the door, observing your expression while the thoughts run through your mind. He could tell you were feeling overwhelmed, maybe the message he had said wasn't clear enough. To grab your attention, he gently knocked on the door frame.

"Good morning... would you.. like to go for a jog..?" he asked, hoping to offer a fresh start to the day.

He waits outside your hut as you get ready, and he can't help but bounce up and down with nervous energy. Reflecting on the events of last night, he realizes that maybe he shouldn't have made such a bold move. He starts stretching, hoping to release some of the tension.

As the door creaks open, revealing your presence, a smile lights up his face. Seeing you there gives him a glimmer of hope for what could be.

He explains the planned route and the distance you both intend to run.

"But why? We're on vacation," you question, not entirely sure why you agreed to the jog in the first place.

"Well, we can shorten it a bit," he suggests, willing to compromise.

You ran together, following a path that led deeper into the jungle. You continued running, and you couldn't help but notice the jungle becoming denser and thicker. Despite your curiosity, you refrained from questioning him and trusted the journey ahead.

After what felt like a 10-kilometer run, he guided you to an open hut with see-through curtains and a mat.

Coming to a stop, he turned to you and explained, "This is one of the activities we'll be doing."

Confused, you asked, "And what exactly are we supposed to do here?"

He replied, "Have you ever tried meditating before?"

"No," you admitted.

"Ah, I see," he responded. He entered the hut and settled on the floor, resting on a pillow.

"That's what I'm here for. Join me."

Curious yet skeptical, you cautiously entered the hut and sat next to him. Glancing at him to see if this was a playful prank, you observed him closing his eyes and placing his hands gently on his legs.

With a mix of hesitation and willingness, you mirrored his posture and closed your own eyes, embarking on this new meditative experience.

"Set an intention for your meditation, like finding peace or reducing stress. Take deep breaths, focusing on the sensation of your breath. If your mind wanders, gently bring your attention back to the breath."

"Observe any thoughts or sensations without judgment. Show gratitude for the practice."

✧*̥˚ Timeskip *̥˚✧

He instructs you to open your eyes and return to your reality.

This experience has opened your mind to new possibilities. It has sparked a desire within you to explore spirituality and seek answers to life's deeper questions.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts before responding. "I've been contemplating my racing career and if I should still be doing it..." you begin.

"Originally, I joined because I had some natural talent and thought it could be a good goal. But as I got more deeply involved, I became inspired and driven to become the best I could be."

You pause, a hint of sadness seeping into your words.

"But by doing this, I've started to feel lonely. I look around and realize I'm slowly losing the people I once had. It makes me question who I am and what's the point of it"

You finish speaking, your voice carrying a mix of longing and uncertainty, hoping that somehow he might understand the weight of your words.

"It's definitely not easy to stay motivated, but having a support system is important," he advises, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"Surround yourself with people who motivate you and remind you of your worth. Taking care of your mental and physical well-being is also important, especially in high-pressure situations. I find meditation, exercise, and spending time with loved ones to help maintain a positive mindset."

You finally meet his gaze, and a genuine smile graces your lips. His words echo within you, offering a glimmer of hope and comfort.

You both stand from your meditation spot, and you begin to walk back together. Along the way, your hands and arms sometimes brush against each other, creating a subtle but electrifying contact. Your mind starts to wander, but you quickly remind yourself that he's your teammate and not to read too much into it. He cares about you, but it doesn't necessarily mean romantic love.

Arriving back at the huts where you were originally staying, you notice that his family is awake and eagerly waiting for both of you. The air is filled with anticipation as you join them, ready to embrace the day ahead.

✧*̥˚ Timeskip *̥˚✧

The afternoon unfolded with a delightful array of beach activities, including surfing, beach volleyball, and building sandcastles. Laughter and excitement filled the air as you soaked up the sun and relished the refreshing ocean breeze.

As you lounged on a reclining beach chair, enjoying the quiet atmosphere, a staff member approached you with a warm smile.

"I hope you're enjoying your stay, ma'am. It's time for your massage," he informed you.

Confused, you glanced over at Lewis, who winked in response.

Ah, so this was one of the surprises he had planned.

With a nod, you followed the staff member into a peaceful room decorated with a massage table, inviting relaxation.

"The masseuse will be with you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable on the table while you wait," he instructed kindly.

Expressing gratitude, you settled onto the table, anticipation mixing with a sense of calm. The gentle sound of waves in the distance and the soothing scent of essential oils created an ambiance of tranquility. You closed your eyes, ready to embrace the refreshing experience that awaited you.

"Good day, Ms. (Y/L/N)," she greets you. "This is a spiritual massage."

"Oh, okay," you respond, not fully understanding what she meant.

The masseuse begins to explain the concept of having a spiritual journey. She explains the idea of letting go and detaching from outcomes. She compares it to a river's flow, where resistance only leads to exhaustion and missed opportunities. By surrendering and embracing the natural unfolding of life, you create space for new possibilities.

You listen attentively, realizing the importance of releasing attachments and finding a balance between taking action and trusting in the greater plan.

You lie on the massage table, and the masseuse's words sink in, blending with physical relaxation. You feel a sense of peace and tranquility, grateful for the wisdom shared during this spiritual massage experience.

You were peacefully lost in sleep, you were suddenly awakened by someone. Reacting without thinking, you sat up from the massage table, only to realize that you were wearing nothing but a towel. Embarrassment flushed over you as you noticed Lewis's crimson face, averting his gaze.

"Ummm... I'll wait for you outside," he stuttered hurriedly, clearly flustered by the situation.

It wasn't until you glanced down at your barely covered state that the full weight of embarrassment hit you, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

You appeared from the room fully dressed, finding Lewis waiting for you in the lobby area of the massage parlor.

"Hey, I'm sorry for, umm, scaring you," he apologized.

You simply nodded in response.

"Wait, it's already night?" you exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah, they're actually waiting for you by the beach for dinner," he informed you.

"But I'm wearing this," you pointed out, referring to the dress you had used to cover your swimwear earlier.

"I actually got you some clothes," he handed you a paper bag.

"Oh, thanks," you said, inspecting the contents.

However, you noticed that the clothes weren't yours, about to mention it to him when he interrupted you.

"It's a gift for you."

You returned to the room to change into the beautiful dress he had gifted you, accompanied by matching jewelry. The gesture left you in awe, wondering how much effort and cost he had put into the gift.

"I'm ready," you called out to him.

He stood up and opened the door for you, and together you made your way to dinner with his family.

You joined the Hamilton family for a beachside dinner, the atmosphere filled with warmth and the scent of the sea. You sat together, the sound of waves crashing in the background created a soothing ambiance.

During the meal, you shared stories and laughter with the family, feeling a sense of belonging and gratitude. As the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but express your newfound spiritual journey.

"I wanna thank you all for making me come here," you began, your voice filled with sincerity.

Each family member listened intently, their eyes reflecting curiosity and support. One by one, you thanked them for their presence in your life, acknowledging the love and guidance they had given you.

"And Lewis, I want to thank you for giving me a another chance"

Lewis's eyes met yours, and you could see the sincerity and appreciation in his gaze. A shared understanding passed between you, acknowledging the growth and connection you had found through this journey.

The dinner came to an end, and the sky with shades of orange and pink, you felt a deep sense of gratitude for this moment and the people surrounding you. The beachside setting, the delicious food, and the company of the Hamilton family created a truly unforgettable experience.

Both of you walked back along the shoreline, the cool sand beneath your feet and the gentle sea breeze caressing your skin.

You continued walking, enjoying each other's company without any specific destination in mind. Eventually, you stumbled upon a charming hut illuminated by flickering candle lights

"You never cease to surprise me," you say, smiling at Lewis.

"It's all part of my charm," he teased, playfully settling into the hammock and making room for you. You scanned the surroundings, ensuring privacy, before joining him. Side by side, you gazed up at the night sky adorned with sparkling stars.

Then, unexpectedly, Lewis spoke up. "If there's anything you want to ask me... feel free. I want to stop hiding."

His candid admission caught you off guard. You felt a rush of emotions, realizing there were numerous questions you longed to ask. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, there was one pressing matter that weighed heavily on your mind.

You shifted slightly, attempting to conceal the vulnerability that seeped through your words, apprehensive about his response.

"Why do you hate me so much?" you inquired, your voice tinged with a mix of confusion and pain.

"I don't," Lewis replied earnestly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Perplexed, you pressed on, seeking understanding. "But why...?"

"I didn't want to make things harder for being connected to me," Lewis confessed, his words carrying a hint of remorse.

"Being the only woman on the racing grid, you already face a lot of difficulties and criticism. I didn't want to add to that," he continued, his voice filled with longing. "You have no idea how much I wanted to be closer to you. From the moment you made your debut with Williams, you radiated joy and positivity. I could only admire you from a far, I can't even show you my true feelings."

His true feelings?

"When I learned you were moving to Mercedes, I was thrilled. But... if the truth came out, the media would twist it into a different story: 'Lewis Hamilton makes a move on a teammate.' I couldn't let them do that to you. I wanted to protect you," Lewis revealed, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and affection.

You fell silent, taking in Lewis's heartfelt words and the weight of his apology. His sincerity resonated with you, and you could sense his genuine remorse.

"I never apologized about the crash we had and the way I've been acting," Lewis admitted softly. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

His words held a hint of regret and a genuine desire for reconciliation. He acknowledged his shortcomings as a teammate and expressed his wish to have been more supportive, even in private.

You contemplated his apology, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. The hurt from the incident still lingered, but his genuine remorse and effort to make amends touched a chord within you.

"Thank you for saying that," you finally spoke, your voice carrying a blend of vulnerability and understanding. "It's been hard, and I've held onto those feelings for a while. Your apology means a lot, and I appreciate your honesty."

You paused, allowing the moment to sink in before continuing. "I can't say that everything is forgiven and forgotten, but I'm willing to try and move forward. We can work on rebuilding our relationship as teammates and find a way to support each other better."

Lewis nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and determination. "Thank you for giving me a chance, and I promise to make things right."

The night continued, you both sat in the hammock under the soft glow of candlelight, engaged in heartfelt conversations, and slowly but surely, the walls between you began to crumble, paving the way for a new chapter in your journey together.

The night enveloped you both, creating an intimate space where words flowed freely and emotions intertwined. The air was filled with a mix of vulnerability, anticipation, and a shared understanding of the connection growing between you.

Lewis's question lingered in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and possibility. The world seemed to hold endless opportunities, and you were ready to embrace them.

"I have so many plans," you replied, a spark of enthusiasm igniting within you. "I want to continue pushing myself in my racing career, exploring new tracks, and striving for excellence. But beyond that, I want to discover more about myself, delve deeper into my passions, and chase my dreams fearlessly."

You paused, allowing your gaze to meet Lewis's unwavering eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a recognition of the shared journey ahead.

"And with you by my side, I believe we can accomplish great things together," you added, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Lewis's expression softened, mirroring your excitement and determination.

"I feel the same way," he confessed, his voice carrying a depth of emotion. "With you, I've found inspiration, strength, and a renewed sense of purpose. I want to support you in every way I can, both on and off the track."

At that moment, as your eyes locked and your hearts beat in unison, you knew that your paths had converged for a reason. The world had shifted, and the future seemed filled with infinite possibilities.

Together, you were ready to embrace the challenges, celebrate the victories, and create a bond that would fuel your shared dreams. With hearts intertwined, you embarked on a journey that would redefine both your racing careers and your lives, forever connected by a love that bloomed amidst the roar of engines and the pursuit of greatness.

His touch was gentle, like a whisper against your skin. The back of his hand traced a delicate path, caressing your face with tender care. His face drew nearer, and you felt a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment.

But just as his lips were about to meet yours, he paused. Sensing your hesitation, he leaned his head against your forehead instead. A wave of warmth washed over you as your eyes fluttered open, revealing him so close, his features etched with undeniable beauty.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. You found yourself captivated by the intricate details of his face, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotions. The desire for this moment to stretch into eternity welled up within you, as if longing for an eternal loop, replaying the tenderness and intimacy forever.

The world around you faded into insignificance as you immersed yourself in this shared intimacy, where words were unnecessary and the unspoken language of connection prevailed. In that unguarded moment, you savored the closeness and the profound beauty that existed in the space between you.

It was a moment frozen in time, imprinted on your heart, forever etching his presence into the depths of your soul.

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The 12 easiest ways to lose weight

Many people develop an increase in body weight in middle age, and it occurs gradually, somewhat imperceptible. Of course, some resort to strict diet or exercise, but some attempts fail due to the nature of the busy lifestyle, family and social commitments, and working hours.

Two new studies offer a glimmer of hope in the form of small changes approaches to weight loss and improved health, with firm promise of promising scientifically grounded results.

In her research study, Professor Amanda Daly, a professor of behavioral medicine at Loughborough University, and her research team analyzed data from 19 trials involving more than 3,000 people to see if a simple microapproach yields enough changes to help maintain a healthy weight or lose excess weight. The results showed that participants who adhered to the approach of small changes – such as walking 1,000 extra steps a day or cutting 100-200 calories by choosing healthier alternatives to highly processed, sugary and high-calorie-rich foods lost about 1 kg less compared to those who did not follow these methods over eight to 14 months. While the amount doesn't seem great, Professor Daly says it was enough to stave off weight gain.

Small goals that are easy to achieve

Professor Daly said: "Adult weight gain is not usually the result of a short lack of exercise and excessive intake, but rather rather the result of a gradual decrease in activity levels and increased energy intake, the effects of which are cumulative and affect over time.

Professor Daly adds that providing guidelines that ask people to make big changes to their health, such as cutting calories by 500 or more a day or taking 10,000 steps from the starting point from scratch, requires a lot and may be better to "make them realize that it's only good to make one small change the first time and gain confidence in achieving it," noting that "big changes, by their very nature, make it difficult for some to achieve."

Small changes in food

In the second scientific study, published in the journal Nature Food, researchers from the University of Michigan reported how small changes in food choices can also help get extra minutes of healthy living. By classifying 5,800 foods according to their "dietary burden of disease," the researchers found, for example, that a small dietary shift such as eating 30 grams of nuts and seeds a day provides a 25-minute gain from healthy living — as expected from During an increase in disease-free life expectancy. "The message from researchers now is that doing small things, being physically active, eating a little better, and turning ideas into an initial change approach can make a difference to human health, and it's also a stimulus that can drive thinking about bigger changes in the long term," says Daly.

Simple methods of motor activity

1- Strengthen the gluteal muscles while sitting

A 2019 study from Wichita State University, published in the journal Peer J, showed that pressing the gluteal muscles in the buttocks while sitting in a chair can enhance strength and endurance, and possibly reduce the risk of injury. Study participants were asked to sit up straight in a chair — hips and knees at right angles, knees shoulder-width and feet apart — and squeeze the glutes as hard as possible for five seconds before relaxing and repeating. The exercise does not require any weights Or training tools. After eight weeks of doing this for an accumulated 15 minutes per day, one doesn't even need to do them all at once, lab test results showed that it increased gluteal muscle strength by 16% compared to an 11% increase in the control group that was asked to do the same amount of conventional gluteal bridge exercises.

2- Jump 10 times twice a day

The slightest amount of exercise can make a difference when it comes to maintaining bone strength throughout life, balancing the risk of osteoporosis. For an experiment, published in the American Journal of Health Promotion, 60 premenopausal women aged 25 to 50 were asked to perform 10 or 20 jumps with 30 seconds of rest between jumps, twice a day for 16 weeks, to see how they affected their bones. The results showed that daily jumping led to a 0.5 percent increase in bone density, while the control group that did not jump showed a 1.3 percent reduction in bone density during the four-month trial.

3- Reduce 10% of red and processed meat

In a study conducted by the University of Michigan, calculations by researchers revealed that for every gram of processed meat a person consumes, 0.45 minutes of their lifespan are lost. If a person eats a lot of red or processed meat, the researchers' advice is to replace 10% with a combination of whole grains, fruits, vegetables, nuts and legumes, which can add 48 minutes of healthier life.

4- Climb 4 groups of stairs in less than a minute

Last year, researchers at the European Society of Cardiology conference reported that being able to climb four steps of stairs, equivalent to 60 steps, in less than a minute is a strong predictor of good heart health. Study author Jesús Petero, a cardiologist at the University Hospital of a Spanish Coruña, says: "If it takes you more than a minute and a half to climb four steps on the stairs, your health is suboptimal, and it would be good to consult a doctor."

5- Jumping rope for 10 minutes a day

Daily jumping for ten minutes over 6 weeks has been shown to lead to improvements in cardiovascular health, equivalent to what is benefited by running for 30 minutes a day, in addition to strengthening bones.

6- Spend 60 minutes outdoors

Getting out of the house for an hour a day is, in short, the exact translation for better health, according to the results of a study to be published in the December issue of the journal Affective Disorders. Sean Cain, an assistant professor of psychology at Monash University in Australia, studied the effects of daylight exposure on the mood and health of more than 400,000 participants at Biobank in the UK. He discovered that adults in the UK, on average, spend about 2.5 hours of daylight outside, and that each hour of daylight exposure is associated with easier morning wakefulness and reduced overall fatigue. Kane says: "Getting bright light in the day is just as important as avoiding light at night to sleep."

7- 1000 additional steps per day

Instead of targeting 10,000 steps or more, start by recording an additional 1,000 steps per day. Henrietta Graham, a researcher in sports and exercise science at Loughborough University and colleagues, and the lead researcher on the latest scientific study, says. "People who do a low step count per day and who try to accomplish 10,000 steps per day from day one are more likely to give up." Even this added step, just 1,000, will pay off. In May, researchers from the University of North Carolina conducted a study on the walking habits of 16,732 women age 60 or older. Presenting their findings at the American Heart Association's Conference on Epidemiology, Prevention, Lifestyle, Heart Health and Cardiac Metabolism, they showed that, compared to women who did not take daily steps, each initial increase of 1,000 steps per day was associated with a 28 percent lower risk of dying during the eight-year follow-up period, and women who took more than 2,000 steps a day in continuous shifts had a 32 percent lower risk of death. You can walk for two minutes every hour of the workday, about 20 minutes a day, a goal that a team from the University of Utah School of Medicine showed was associated with a 33% lower risk of death.

8- Jog for 5 minutes

Prof Dali says you can start by setting small goals before aspiring to run marathons "over distances of about 10km or more". Small, consistent but moderate exercise patterns can make all the difference. One study, published in the Journal of the American College of Cardiology, involving 55,137 adults showed that running at a manageable pace for just five minutes a day was associated with an increased lifespan of an adult by about three years.

9- Commit to 20-second training doses

If you really can't find the time (or motivation) to exercise, the practice of taking light infusions is something to think about. Martin Gibala, professor of kinesiology at McMaster University in Canada and principal investigator of a study on light training doses, found that just 20 seconds of strenuous exertion, like climbing 60 steps three times a day, resulted in a 5 percent increase in fitness and an improvement in leg muscle strength after six weeks. Graham says that just as much activity will help: "You can walk or run around, anything that makes you breathe hard will be helpful. Any amount of activity is better than nothing."

10- Practice yoga for 15 minutes daily

If one can't commit to a 90-minute yoga class, start with 15 minutes of simple exercise, and you'll get major benefits. A study, published in the Journal of the American College of Cardiology, reported how yoga and deep breathing for a quarter of an hour reduced blood pressure by 10 percent as well as a heart rate reduction for at least 24 hours in a group of 78 patients with mild hypertension.

11- Stand on one leg for 20 seconds daily

By the time a person reaches the age of twenties, there are about 70,000 specialized neurons, motor neurons, concentrated in the lower part of the spinal cord, which connects with the leg muscles to control balance. But researchers at Manchester Metropolitan University have shown that by the age of 75, 40 per cent of these motor neurons are lost even in the fittest individuals. The result is a deterioration in coordination of movement and balance. While young people can stand on one leg, with their eyes closed, for 30 seconds, the average age of 70 can only hold up for four to five seconds. But the time period can be improved with practice. The goal should initially be to stand on one leg for 20 seconds daily, then it develops gradually and the exercise is repeated with the eyes closed. "You can stand on one leg while brushing your teeth or waiting for the water to boil [to make tea or coffee," says Graham.

12- Lifting weights for 13 minutes

Not everyone needs or can head to the gym just to train to lift weights in low doses for short periods. Indeed, exercise physiologists at Lehman College in New York have figured out the possibility of not going to gym training and achieving good results, asking participants in a scientific study to perform 8 to 12 repetitions of exercise with weights in three weekly sessions, and lifting them until their muscles are too tired to do anything else. While the researchers asked some to perform five sets of each in a 70-minute gym session, they assigned other participants to do just three sets of 40 minutes and do one set of each exercise, and the gym group spent only about 13 minutes doing weightlifting. Two months later, the researchers revealed that strength gains were similar across all groups and that those who did the fast-paced exercise for 13 minutes in the gym had similar results to those who exercised at home for longer periods of time and training sessions.......read more

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pinksatinsashes · 5 months

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The end of the year is the best time of year for us self improvement obsessed girlies because the planners are out, everyone's making vision boards and its finally time to write a nice long list of New Years Resolutions and achieve precisely nothing! Nothing!

Then the end of that year comes and we start the cycle again, making lists, checking them twice, achieving absolutely nothing, staying exactly the same and sometimes worse! How exciting! :)

When I was 16 I thought I'd have my life together at 18...lol! When I was 18 I figured I'd be totally together when I was 20. I'm 20 now...I think I've genuinely gotten worse.

But this year I am determined! I have said absolutely no more, absolutely no way is another year going to pass me by and I'm going to be stuck here in the exact same place. I NEED change.

Your 20's are meant to be the 'best years of your life'!

This is probably the easiest I'm ever going to have it! I have no children, no husband and I don't pay rent yet, if I don't do it now I will never do it..I don't want this to be my life forever.

Want to know how I'm going to make this year my year? Keep reading.

About two weeks ago I coined 2024 as the year of the Glow Up and started to meticulously plan out exactly what I wanted out of it.

My main goals for 2024 are:

To Hit My Goal Weight.

To Save Up Enough Money to Move to London.

To Be 75% of my Dream Girl

There are tons of other things I want to achieve of course, but If I don't achieve those three 2024 would genuinely have been a waste of time for me.

Now a couple years ago I would've just written those two goals down, put them on a vision board and went about my business...but Oh No, not this time.

I had a nice long think about the person I wanted to be at the end of 2024, financially stable, clear skin, goal weight, ready to move in spring 2025, closer to God, found her signature scent.

Each of these goals had a wider theme:

Routine

Fitness and Body

Food

Skincare and Hygiene

Beauty & Makeup

Hair

Clothes

God

Books & Brains

Music

Budget

I fired up Notion, created a home page that had a sub page for every month and then finally I created the Overall page, which has a sub page for every Goal Category and then I broke down each goal into lots of SMART goals. (Specific Measurable Achievable Realistic Time-Based)

So my 'get down to my goal weight' goal became:

Fitness and Body:

[ ] Size 10 clothes or under and 140 lbs (I'm 5'9 with naturally big boobs so this is my ideal weight)

[ ] Hour Glass Figure, building up glutes and upper body

[ ] Maintain Goal Weight for at least 3 months

[ ] Able to Stair Machine for 10 minutes

[ ] Able to go on a full Run

[ ] Do at least one form of Excerise a day

[ ] At least one form of Excerise a day

[ ] Take the Dog on Daily Walks

Food:

[ ] Try 12 New Recipes

[ ] Learn How To Cook 4 Different Nigerian Recipes

[ ] Form Consistent Eating Routines

[ ] Eat out twice a month or less

[ ] Stay in a Caloric deficit until I reach my Goal Weight

See how much more specific this is?

Having my goals listed like this makes everything so much easier because I'm tackling multiple things at once. First I'm changing the majority of my goals to habits or tasks (things I can control) from outcomes (things I may not be able to control).

Now I know that if I do all of these things written out, staying in a caloric deficit and excising daily there's a 90% chance I'll reach my goal.

This is much more effective than writing an outcome with no plan on how to achieve it.

From here, I'll break the Goal Down Even Further, into monthly goals.

For example, to reach the goal weight Goal by the end of December, January may look like this:

Eat at 1500 calories a day or 10,500 calories a week (to allow for the high calorie company lunches I often attend as part of my work, I'll simply eat less on the other days

Go to the gym 4 times week,

Complete X Fitness plan

Go on one Dog walk a week

Meal Prep ever week.

Lose 10lbs

To Save enough Money to Move to London by the end of the year, January might look like this:

Prep for no Spend Months in Feb and March (stock up on skincare, budywash etc)

Meal plan every week

Sell £200 worth of clothes on Vinted to spend on Spring Wardrobe (I'm not buying any clothes unless I use the money I get from selling my current clothes)

Stick to Budget

My Goal to get Smarter and Stop Mindless Scrolling may look like this in January:

Read at least 1 book

Listen to 4 Podcast Episodes

Limit Social Media use to 1 hour a day

Write 6 Blog Posts

Watch one Documentary

Setting the tasks in this way also allows me to feel a sense of achievement, every month I'm able to tick off my goals which can increase my motivation, instead of writing down a list of things to do and forgetting about it until the end of the year. It also allows me to recognise when I'm going off track faster and adjust for the next month.

You see how this is better?

I was strategic in using notion because I knew that I could then use it not only to set out my goals, but as a home base, a setting point to house all the things I could use to achieve them.

Under each section I've also included a bunch of things to help me, the Food section for example has a list of my go to recipes, so that when I can't think of anything to eat and want to run over to the closest KFC I have something to choose from. The Hair section has a list of hairstyles I've done and the Pro's and Cons, the Skincare section has a list of the products I've tried, if I liked them and If they worked for me.

Each month has its own page with a section for each wider goal and a spot for me to have a monthly write up, detailing what works and what didn't work so I can change and approve the following month and prevent falling behind.

I'm determined to make this year my year so let me know if you'd like me to keep you updated, feel free to ask any questions or send them to my asks. Also let me know if you want my notion template, here's a little peak-

Till we speak again!

-hannah🤍

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" Of Grit "

For the @steddiemicrofic August Prompt: Cake || 311 Words || Rating: G || Warnings: None

Steve vaguely recalls a heated debate, a held hostage remote knocked, and an open window.

One minute: channel surfing. The next: wrestling in the mud behind the Munson trailer.

Neither are winning the tussle. Steve has years of jock tendencies but Eddie’s surprisingly wriggly, his fashion hiding what muscle he maintains. And Steve’s certainly paid attention to Eddie’s… maintenance.

The two have been circling awhile now, mutual interest in pursuing more, obvious. But their competitive natures won out; who would cave first?

Well, Steve doesn’t mind upping the ante.

It’s a move that’s worked with previous partners; precise placement of the hands, plant yourself atop, apply body weight, hold their attention…

Wiping his lips clean, Steve eases in for the kill, slow.

Glance at Eddie's lips.

Back to his eyes.

Lean those final centimeters.

And plant a hard kiss to his nose.

(Snag the remote from Eddie’s loosened grip, mission complete!)

Steve smirks, leaning back, expecting Eddie's reaction. When he only remains frozen, Steve can’t help but pause.

Thankfully, the metalhead comes back into himself, lurching upwards with a mud glob to Steve’s face.

Blinded, all Steve can taste is grime and clay. Defenseless to the sudden, confident press of lips to his own. A kiss of grit, certainty, and relief from month-long tensions.

Steve thinks he's willing to concede this one, the remote snatched and Eddie leaving with a chortle of victory.

He touches his mud and kiss slicked lips. Yeah, he doesn’t mind losing the battle if he wins the war and all that comes after.

—

When Wayne finally returns from his 10-minute lunch fetching, he’s greeted by the boys caked in mud, unable to make eye contact without breaking into giggles.

He’ll be gruff about the mess, but he’s all too happy to send them to clean up if it means Eddie gets more days like this.

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 10)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: isobel & drew and their families attend the company business cocktail

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART NINE

“You should’ve seen the look on her face when she saw it was me in storage room and not you.”

Drew was doing his best to act disinterested as his younger brother Chandler rambled on about Isobel. He didn’t even have to initiate the topic of conversation, as soon as he slipped into his truck Chandler was detailing every part of the interaction he had with her earlier in the day.

He wasn’t expecting to be driving the two of them to the cocktail tonight, but internally he didn’t mind his brother’s company if it entailed Drew listening silently while he talked about the girl racing through his mind. It felt like she was running through his veins, coating the tip of his tongue, and embedding herself into his brain. For the past two weeks his mind and body had been consumed by her, and after leaving that room he swore he could see a glimpse of her each time he closed his eyes to blink.

This wasn’t the first time Drew had liked a girl, he’d experienced the first fleeting moments of a crush when all of his thoughts consisted of them, but those were physical relationships. Situations where he wasn’t looking past a hookup and women he hadn’t cared about.

Hearing that Isobel was looking forward to seeing him at some point before their impromptu meeting in her bedroom warmed his heart in way he’d only felt with her. In the same way that he felt hearing her tell him that she missed would have. He feigned for that warmth from Isobel, it was something he wanted to chase to the ends of the earth—like a drug addict trying to chase that first high from the most potent drug.

“You have my girl under a spell-“

“Your girl?” Those were the first words Drew had spoken since he put his car in drive. Now they were exiting the vehicle in the parking lot of the C&S building.

Chandler’s grin was wide as they rounded the front of the truck to step onto the sidewalk that led to the entrance of the event. He knew he shouldn’t be reacting to to an eighteen year old’s words that held absolutely no weight, he was also aware that he should probably shut the conversation down because they were literally standing a few feet outside the family business—but here he was anticipating his brother’s next words so he could crush whatever fantasy he had playing in his head.

“Yes, Drew, just because you’ve somehow convinced her to want you doesn’t erase the fact that I’ve wanted her for two years.” Chandler looked smug as he spoke making Drew’s eyes roll in annoyance at how juvenile his logic was.

He rested his arm on the hood of his truck and swallowed down the irritation in his throat, “I didn’t convince Isobel to do anything.” The look on Chandler’s face was incredulous as if hearing the words out loud made it even more unbelievable.

He still hadn’t explicitly admitted to being involved with Isobel, Chandler just assumed and they now went on as if it was an understood thing. He didn’t owe any explanation to anyone, and especially not to him. What he and Isobel had came naturally, an unexpected thing that was almost ten years in the making and knocked his world sideways.

She was a beautiful woman in ways he hadn’t found beguiling in someone he was attracted to until he saw those qualities in Isobel. Her outer beauty was captivating any man could see that, but it was what she showed him on the inside no matter how stubborn she was that made his heart pound in admiration. Isobel was sweet to people who didn’t deserve her respect, resilient in moments where most would lose control, and willing with her heart when it came to him—a man who took years to notice her.

She got her heart broken the first time she braved herself to give it to a man that took her for granted, but on that random afternoon in December she was fearless in giving a piece of herself to Drew.

“So you’re telling me after all this time she just willingly gave you of all people a chance?”

Drew smiled at the thought of it, in simple terms that had been exactly what happened between them and he wouldn’t ever take that for granted. He couldn’t shake the smile as he began to walk down the sidewalk, giving him a shrug before mumbling, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, buddy.”

Chandler jogged behind him, the sound of his leather dress shoes hitting the pavement as he caught up with him within a few steps and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. One notable attribute about men in their family was their height, and somehow his younger brother had a few inches on him. It was nothing any one loosely observing would notice, but a fact two brothers realized when he eventually surpassed him last year.

“Well, at least tell me who made the first move.” He grabbed Drew’s arm so he would stop his trek into the front doors, “Just put me out of misery so I don’t have to wonder.”

His mind reeled at his question, immediately going back to that first intimate moment with her. When his eyes drunk her in as she lounged comfortably on the sofa with her face bare of any makeup in her most natural state, and that switch went off that made him feel like he had to have her. That made him want to touch and graze every inch of her with his hands, and kiss her until the feeling of her sweet lips was imprinted into his own.

His desires felt so dire in that moment when he gave into them and stole that kiss from her mouth. Looking back he realized everything felt purely physical in that moment, it was spontaneous as they both clung to the high of a first hookup, but as he reflected he just appreciated that she could trust him enough to let him in.

Drew just kept his gaze neutral as he stared back at his brother who looked desperate for an answer that wasn’t coming, but he did offer him a look that made instant relief wash over Chandler’s face. A simple raise of his eyebrows and cock of his head was enough to satiate his curiosity, “Of course! That’s all I needed to know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Chandler?” Drew questioned. He was now the one stopping the other from entering the cocktail, and once again anticipating his next words.

A chuckle rumbled from Chandler’s mouth obviously finding this situation amusing more than devastating to his ego, “It means I didn’t see it at first, but after figuring this all out ever since you’ve gotten back the look on your face looks like someone who accidentally struck gold.”

Isobel’s inappropriate actions in the last hour forced her to ruin the impending outfit reveal she had in store for her mother. Lora was the only person in the household who cared enough to own a steamer, and unfortunately she had insisted to be the one to get the wrinkles out of the dress.

The dramatic gasp she let out when she saw the dress hanging on her wardrobe door wasn’t as entertaining as it would have been if she saw it on her body when she made her way down the stairwell. Isobel had always hated being the center of attention, but she couldn’t deny that she loved the moments her mother looked at her as if she was the center of her world.

Someone looking at you that way made a feeling of pressure wash over anyone to continue to be the person who deserved to be perceived that way. With a mother that type of love was unconditional, she knew Lora would gaze at her that way for the rest of her days—but with a man that wasn’t guaranteed. So when she looked at Drew whenever his blue eyes fell on her in admiration or simply just to look at her and she saw that familiar twinkle it unnerved her.

She’d been stupid enough to put someone on a pedestal like that once in her life, she knew that she was capable of feeling for someone that intensely. Her last relationship had even taught her someone could mimic that stare that made her feel whole and wanted, but she wasn’t scared of Drew deceiving her, it was that she could do something that didn’t live up to this idea of her he displayed so clearly in his eyes.

She finished doing her makeup and unrolling her hair until a mass of silky curls framed her face while her mother steamed her dress to perfection, and when she finally stepped into the event clad in the white dress that made Lora so happy with a pair of four-inch heels tapping the glossy floors each step, she felt amazing.

Her father, more formally known as Richard Cooper, approached them just as the nice attendant checked her coat, “My, my, my, my don’t my girls look beautiful tonight.”

He smoothly kissed their hands before gently grasping and lifting them up to twirl her and her mother around. Lora was wearing an elegant and dazzling, black gown that gracefully flowed down her body and showed off her bronzed shoulders. Richard always looked at Isobel with great esteem from when she was an impressionable little to girl to now as a well-rounded young adult. That look had always made her feel special and seen, it was different than how she felt with her mother. The difference wasn’t major, but it was something she took note of as she got older. She’d never met anyone else like her father and there would never be another man that could come close.

She loved the feeling of being around family, the only word to describe that feeling that would encapsulate it would be that it felt like home. It was something she could only hope to find in a lover. She knew it was out there somewhere, but she also knew that it was possible to find that feeling in the wrong places.

She stood aside when he turned to give his full attention to his wife, wrapping his big, burly arms around her as they took each other in. Isobel admired her parents for about a minute before her eyes began to wander around the crowded ballroom looking for one man in particular.

“Isobel you look stunning this evening.” The voice sounded like Drew’s but this one was deeper and well seasoned with age. She twisted around on her feet to face Charles Starkey, her father’s business partner and Drew’s father. A smile she could never seem to fight when it came to him broke onto her lips.

She said she’d never met another man that could compare to all that her father was, but Charles came pretty close, “Thank you, Chuck, that means a lot coming from the fashion police.”

When she was in high school Charles would be at the house on occasion working with her dad and whenever Isobel would go out with friends he would be sitting with her father downstairs chiming in as he taunted her about her choice of dress. Richard would never tell Isobel what she could and couldn’t wear, but always made sure to share his opinion. It became an ongoing joke between the three and even at the age of twenty-two they still acted as if they needed to give her outfits their stamp of approval.

“Hey you know I always have your best interest,” his words trailed as his attention seemed to veer off onto something behind her, when his eyes settled in one general direction he spoke again, “Remember when I used to tell you no boy would ever be good enough for you? Don’t you ever forget it.”

Charles was still looking past her until Richard called him over and he sauntered off without another word. For such a short interaction it left her feeling slightly perturbed, and when she turned to look behind her there was Drew. His face contorted in deep thought with his eyes trained on his father and Chandler standing beside him running his mouth.

His glare was cold, she felt it in the first second his gaze slid to meet her brown eyes then in a blink they warmed. The grey suit on his body did wonders for her imagination especially since he’d been clad in it when he was pressed against her. Isobel has seen Drew in a suit more times than she could remember, but now this was the best he’d ever looked—he looked like a man. His muscles bulged in his sleeves, and his slacks hugged his thighs in the most delicious way that made her want to run her hands up the expanse of them.

Just looking at him brought all there intimate moments to the forefront of her mind, making her dress feel tight on her skin.

Drew felt paralyzed as if his feet were glued to the polished floors. His father’s glare always had the ability to pin him in place from a young age, it was the sharp edge that was always there reminding Drew he was also in the know—that he could sense something was different. And even with his eyes now on the girl who made him feel invincible like he could prove he was good enough, he still fell static.

She watched him for awhile before strutting over in those heels she loved to wear, they made her legs look like they could go on forever. He quickly assessed her, noting the wrinkles he’d caused in the fabric of her dress were no longer corrupting the flow of the material—but the memory stained the dress with the little sounds she made, how she perfectly she fit against his body, and the things she always divulged whenever he touched her.

You just make me want to be bad.

Isobel’s words while they were in that compromising position went straight to his dick. He’d never wanted another woman as much as her, his body fed off her every movement and word, anticipating the moment he could get closer to her—physically and mentally.

Then the unintended implications of her statement settled as it replayed in his head. She was the good girl that they both knew he shouldn’t be touching, the guy who could break her heart again cause that’s what he did with other girls. Drew liked the forbidden aspect of the relationship, he also didn’t mind keeping it a secret between the two, but hearing her verbalize her want for him in that light unsettled him.

Because despite the secrecy, what he had with Isobel was pure and good—that’s what he wanted to remember the start of Isobel and Drew as.

“Chandler go get Isobel a drink.” Drew ordered when Isobel finally stopped in front of them with a smile, though a look of confusion consumed her features when he spoke.

Chandler’s enamored eyes moved away from Isobel’s dazzling appearance, “Dude, she’s not drinking-“

“Get her a water.” He cut his brother off already knowing the excuse he was about to give, squeezing his shoulder tightly, he’d done this as long as he could remember when he wanted Chandler to do something, and it worked for the most part.

He exhaled dramatically before rolling his eyes and walking off, grumbling profanities under his breathe. “Drew I’m not thirsty.” Isobel giggled, she’d always found their brotherly back and forth to be amusing.

“I know I’m just prepping you in case you decide to indulge.” He smiled as he got lost in her beauty, but he really just wanted a moment alone. Her nose scrunched at him poking fun at her low drinking tolerance before she let a smile form on her lips and rolled those beautiful dark eyes.

“Stop teasing me, Drew.” She chided with attitude though her cheeks were slightly pink, he loved when Isobel got shy even when they were growing up. Embarrassing and teasing her until that shy smile and blush bloomed on her face was his guilty pleasure and now it just captivated him more.

That reaction was intimate and vulnerable and he longed to see her in the ways she tried to hide from the world.

Drew made Isobel feel warm, she didn’t distinguish the feeling at first because it was overshadowed by racing hormones, but thinking back on all their moments together that consistent feeling of warmth always remained. In such little time she’d become in tune with his moods and body language—so much so that the slightest shift caught her attention—so when his eyes dimmed a fraction her body buzzed with concern.

“What were you and my dad talking about over there?” He sounded tense as if asking the question was a physical struggle.

And in his eyes, that he vividly expressed himself in despite how much he revealed when he talked, the vibrant blue muted to a duller shade. She felt strange about the brief conversation with Charles in the moment, but it hadn’t made her overthink until she saw the look on Drew’s face. “Nothing out of the usual just being the same old over protective, Chuck—Why?”

She wanted to reach out and just touch him, to place her hand on his arm to distract him from whatever was bothering him—but she couldn’t—she’d insisted on that. Drew and his father had a bumpy relationship when he got older, she’d always viewed their little spats as rudimentary, but in this moment it seemed to be so much more.

“It’s nothing, just wondering why he always has to look like an asshole.” Drew mumbled.

Usually she would scold him for calling his father out of name, but it felt justified—especially after this mood he’d just fallen into. It was little things like this she didn’t realize would change, the internal aspects of herself—it was scary to think about the change inside of her that was happening without her knowledge.

“Isobel, I know you don’t like sparkling, so I went and got you a glass out of the kitchen.” Chandler pushed a cup of water that was sloshing around in a clear glass in her direction, his sudden appearance making the both of them jump, “Also Lora wants you to come over and meet someone.”

Drew watched in silence as Isobel’s eyes visibly lit up in appreciation, and he was instantly jealous he wasn’t the one to do that for her, “You’re such a kiss ass, Chandler.” He insulted as she walked away after giving his little brother a hug that left him swooning.

Part of him envied the way Chandler got to parade his fondness for Isobel so openly and how it was viewed in such an innocent light.

That damn dress could very well be the death of him, but in truth anything she wore could send his eyes boggling, it was her beautiful body that made every single thing she wore sin. Even seeing her in an apron had him on edge just a night ago.

The group of people she approached consisted of Lora, Catherine, and another woman with a younger man who looked to be her son from the similarities he could observe from across the room.

“That’s definitely a set up.” Chandler said smugly while also staring over in her direction as she shook the unknown woman’s hand. Drew’s words caught in his throat the next second when the man who looked about the same age as them pulled Isobel into a hug. Isobel stiffly obliged as he watched one of her arms wrap hesitantly around his torso, but his hands were anything but modest taking the opportunity to place both hands on her waist. “What do you mean?” He asked without looking away but to his relief the hug was short, with Isobel being the first to pull away.

“Come on don’t be delusional, Brother.” Chandler sighed and clasped his hand on his shoulder as if he was consoling him.

But he needed to be delusional in this moment because if he entertained the idea of anyone thinking they could have Isobel in anyway he would march over there and ruin the entire evening. It had always been hard for Drew to accept the idea of her with another man, before it may have been him being protective but the feeling was so familiar he just may have been being unknowingly possessive over her.

Now he wanted every part of her to be his even if it was just merely her attention, he wanted her mom to know that she didn’t have to set her up because she already belonged to him—he just wanted to be a fucking consideration in their heads.

His nails pierced into his palms as his left hand tightened into fists while his other squeezed the base of the glass tumbler resting in it at the sight of the guy leading Isobel over to a vacant table. Mystery man’s movements were labored and slowed like something was impairing him from moving coherently.

They talked for a while and Drew watched, staring bullet holes into the side of the man’s head so intensely he was surprised he couldn’t feel his presence. Isobel obviously did as her eyes locked on his glare like a latch, she gave him an eyebrow raise and soft smile, but it did nothing to alleviate his nerves. All he could manage to do was stare back and purse his lips, harshly clenching his jaw in discontent.

Her courter must have noticed she was no longer paying attention and his wavering eyes tried to follow her line of sight but never landed on him—then Drew’s entire body stiffened, watching him round the table and block off her entire body from him. Anxiety swarmed in his gut at not being able to see her, he was now squeezing his cup so tightly it could break into a thousand tiny shards from the pressure until there was one second Drew couldn’t see her and the next he saw her step back as she forcibly yanked her arm away from his grip.

Within his next intake of a breathe he was storming over to her, “Drew, wait!”

He heard his brother voice, but it was useless Drew was going to get to her no matter what chaos ensued. He had tunnel envision, but before he could close in on the two a hand grabbed his shoulders and held him back. He turned to see his father standing beside him, and in a blur Richard rushing over in long strides to shove the man away from his daughter with just one arm movement.

Isobel immediately attached herself herself to her father as he wrapped a protective arm around her, Drew’s body jerked to go to her at the look of distress on her face but his father’s hold restricted him. He looked over to Charles again but this glance halted any further struggling. His face held an indifferent look, but in there somewhere in those blue eyes he’d passed down to him there was pride and understanding.

And for the first time in years, in his father’s embrace, under his heavy gaze, Drew exhaled.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

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rosie-kairi · 6 months

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With KHDR all but confirming Vanitas is the combination of the original Darkness that possessed Ven and his natural born darkness when Xehanhort ripped his heart in half Vanitas is technically the longest relationship Ven has ever had. Like no wonder this emo fuck is obsessed with him he literally singled him out as a child and has just been there the whole time even during their 4 years of separation he counted the years and days until they could reunite so he could take his rightful place in Ven's heart and mind. It makes his whole claim that they're brothers and that he's darkness in KH III so much more ominous (classic mobile games adding new context in horrifying ways to the mainline games).

Furthermore when Ven inevitably does regain his full union x memories I want him to have kill bill sirens and pummel Vanitas the minute he sees his smug ass again. Just absolutely beat the shit out of him screaming his anger out like, "YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU RUINED MY LIFE I WAS 10! I WAS FUCKING 10 AND YOU DESTROYED ANY CHANCE OF ME LIVING A NORMAL LIFE! YOU MAIMED MY HEART NOT ONCE NOT TWICE BUT THREE FUCKING TIMES LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY I'M NOT YOUR PUPPET YOU CAN PLAY WITH UNTIL I BREAK AGAIN!"

And Vanitas just does not understand why Ven isn't all for their extremely destructive co-dependent relationship since he essentially gave Ven what he wanted but he also immediately took it away after threatening the union leaders. And Ven is literally all he has. If he doesn't have Ven he has nothing and if Vanitas is around Ven's life will only become worse.

I have to rewatch all the BBS and KH III Ven and Van scenes again with this knowledge because Vanitas' actions make so much more sense that he sees Ven as a thing he owns and can do whatever to since he's had him since he was a child.

I'm far from an expert on Vanitas and his whole deal (because he honestly never really caught my attention that much) but I am really looking forward to how the games will address the events of union x in relation to him.

Like, is he even aware that he also comes from ancient darkness, and not just Ventus? If he does, is it a "I fully remember all of these events happening and I take all responsibility for them" awareness or a more subconscious kind? He feels things and remembers bits and pieces and he's not really sure why.

Going from there, how much of union x in general does he remember? Since he comes from both Ventus and the ancient darkness, would he get memories from both sides? Maybe, he only has memories from Ventus's perspective and because of that has never even stopped to consider that he might -even partially- come from someone else? Of course this is all hypothetical, Vanitas is an enigma of a character.

Old man Xehanort must've just been like "yeah you come from Ventus" and Vanitas was like "ok 👍 why do my memories hurt so much to think about"

On an end note, I hope Ventus does lose it a bit. You don't just... remember events like That (accidentally killing someone, the end of the actual literal world, etc.) and not collapse under the weight of it all.

#ask rosie a question!#anon ask #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #kh ventus #kh vanitas #ventus #vanitas #any vanitas scholars feel free to pitch in

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sooo I noticed that you write for dark themes and I came up with this request

Yandere reader who doesn't have any ideas on how to attract Scott so they decide to be bratty x mentor Scott who I think would be a perfect brat tamer

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓-𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑��

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, mentor Scott, where do I even fucking begin with this, inappropriate relationship, power imbalance, hints of an age gap, brattiness, stern Scott, jealousy, poor Jubilee, mentions of impact-play, slapping, belts, sir-kink, collaring mentioned, Scott’s a meanie, penetration mention, brief mentions of asphyxiation, reader’s a fucking FREEEAAAK, I could literally reread this blurb 10 times and still not catch everything, just generally read at your own risk.

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sor—

… Oh, LAWRD.

Lemme just say, before we begin, you are absolutely right about everything for the history of ever. Scott is 100% brat tamer material and I don’t think this is talked about much (WHICH IS FUCKING CRIMINAL, RAAAAA—). This man will put you in your place if you start acting up, and brother, the up is acting for me right about now, lemme tell ya. I am about to fucking kill someone. This ask is perfect.

Ahem. Anyways.

This type of dynamic starts off as something rather tame. You’re just the rookie wondering why you should do this or that; you have no ulterior motives whatsoever!! It has nothing to do with the unreadable expression Scott gives you whenever you question him, or the low tone he uses as he warns you to listen. Nope! Nuh-uh! But on a completely unrelated note, isn’t it so hot how he points an authoritative finger at you, letting an unspoken threat linger in the air as you have no choice but to obediently follow his orders? God, you’d maim and mutilate for that finger to— *prolonged censor beep*

Hmm? Is the edge in his voice wearing down over time? Is he getting too used to your simple inquiries? Wait, no!! No, no, no, no, no!! C’mon, Mr. Leader man, now’s not the time to lose that sternness!! Why doesn’t he wanna give you his full, undivided attention?!

… Well, maybe it’s time to test the waters a bit, hm?

Of course he can’t let you off the hook when you blatantly ignore an order. God, the way he snapped at you was something else, causing an explosion of butterflies in your abdomen and your knees to feel weak. There it is!! There’s that commanding presence that’s focused on you and you only!! Now he’s pulling you aside after training to give you a lecture… can this day get any better?? That’s right, Mr. Leader Man… tell this poor rookie all about working as a team and following directions… they’re definitely listening and totally not distracted by that low, serious, no-nonsense voice…

Your rebellious streak is now in full swing as you deliberately ignore him. Spar with Wolverine? Nah, he’s too rough. Clean the dining room? But you’ve got better things to do!! Your turn for monitor duty? You’re pretty sure it’s actually Gambit’s (this one’s genuine; let the bastard do his own damn chores). When Cyclops finds out you’ve practically dismissed all of your duties, he looks about ready to explode. Why can’t you just listen to him, huh?! Stop acting like a brat and get it together!! If you don’t start pulling your weight, he’ll—!!

…????

He’ll what??

What is Mr. Leader Man gonna do to you??

He doesn’t finish his sentence (much to your disappointment). Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, putting one hand on his hips and the other in his hair. There’s a few seconds where he seems to recompose himself. A sigh then falls from his mouth, and with one last curt word of chastisement, he brushes past you to do something else.

Your thoughts are racing as you watch him leave.

(Come back, Mr. Leader Man! Please come back!! Tell me what you’re gonna do!! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!!)

Naturally, you start pushing your luck even further. What happens if you start rolling your eyes at him, hm? Mumbling something under your breath just loud enough for him to hear? Full-on sassing him, giving him enough lip to put Wolverine to shame?

Oh, yeah. You’re really pushing him towards his breaking point.

There isn’t a day that goes by without a back and forth skirmish between you two. He tells you to do something, you talk back, he borderline threatens you, and you revel in the fact that he’s giving you all his attention. All of the other X-Men blend into to background completely; it’s just you and him, just as it should be!! No one is allowed to get in the way… you’ll do anything to make sure of it.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Because why does Jubilee get a gentle head pat and you don’t?! He doesn’t even lay a hand on you, even when you try your best to really piss him off!! It’s not fair… not fair, not fair, not fair!! All she did was mediocre perform some dumb maneuver correctly. Why is that rewarded with his attention?!

Oh, what’s this? Jubilee wants to try it out in an actual one-on-one spar?

You’ll volunteer for that!!

… It’s a good thing Wolverine taught you a few illegal moves a while back, huh.

The sparring session is immediately called off the moment Jubilee lets out a cry of pain. Uh-oh!! What happened?? Why is she clutching her wrist?? Did you accidentally sprain it while twisting her arm behind her back?? Whoopsies! Who could’ve seen that coming?

The answer is Scott; a very livid Scott.

You don’t even get the chance to put on your best innocent act. There’s a firm hand on your bicep before you can even process it, and he’s dragging you out of the Danger Room towards a secluded area where he can let you have it. What the hell were you thinking?! You are not allowed to pull stunts like that during training. You should know better than this… hey, are you even listening to him?!

“Look at me,” he orders.

You merely cross your arms, continuing to stare to the side with disinterest. With a sound of frustration, he grabs at your face and forces you to look at him. The movement was rough enough to catch you by surprise, and if you had any less self-control, you probably would’ve started drooling then and there.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The low rumble of his voice makes you realize you’re standing at a crossroads. Either you start acting right now, or you could plunge further into this uncharted territory. There’s always the risk of him kicking off the team, which means you can no longer take up all of his focus, and that’s the last thing you want!! But the grip he has on your jaw is like a drug to you, making you want more and more and more and more and moremoremoremoremoremore—

Your eyes defiantly drift to the side, still trying to maintain a disinterested look.

There’s a long stretch of silence between you two. Though you didn’t dare flick your eyes back to him, you knew there was that tight frown on his face. God, you loved it whenever he studied you. You might not be able to see his eyes, but you can always feel his calculative gaze from miles away, like he’s trying to figure out every cog inside of your mind.

Finally, with his hand tightening around your face, he lowly muttered, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

This gets you to actually spare a glance at him, your eyes shining with faux innocence as you let out a questioning hum.

“Stop it,” he growls.

You tried so desperately to keep your mouth from curling into a crazed smile. “Make me.”

Famous last words, right?

Scott isn’t stupid; he’s well aware that you’re basically asking for it, and even more aware of how… inappropriate this is. There’s an obvious power imbalance between the two of you — an obvious gap, even — which only adds a new layer of dubiousness to whatever the fuck your dynamic is. But the way you’ve been acting recently has him hitting a wall. If you don’t wanna behave the easy way, does he really have much of a choice?

(For the sake of his conscience, he’s ignoring that dark side of him that’s slightly satisfied with this outcome.)

He’s not giving you the courtesy of maintaining your dignity after your fate is sealed. You’re immediately thrown over his shoulder, the sheer force of how he manhandles you being enough to knock the wind out of your lungs. Consider yourself lucky that the halls were empty as he marched towards his room (not that you probably care that much. Is it really a bad thing to let the whole world know that Mr. Leader Man is finally indulging in you?).

Upon kicking open his door and practically throwing you on the bed, he makes his intentions crystal clear; he’s putting an end to this bratty behavior. From here on out, you’re gonna follow each and every one of his orders, and don’t even think about trying anything. Oh, you got something smart you wanna retort with? You’re not even given the chance to finish it. A sharp sting from the back of his hand connecting with your cheek is enough to shut you up, reminding you of what you’ve exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, sir,” “no, sir,” “please, sir,” and “thank you, sir.” Those are the only for things you’re allowed to say. It’s his first order of business to drill that into your skull, and failure to call him sir is punished with a slap to the face, followed by him forcing you to look at him while coldly prompting you to correct yourself.

Hm? Already getting worked up over a few slaps? “You’re disgusting,” he’ll say. “You really don’t have any shame, do you?”

You have no choice but to answer honestly.

Touching him without his permission is completely out of the question. He catches your wrist before you manage to make contact, tutting at you with disappointment as he ignores your desperate pleas. Did he say you could touch him? God, you’re such an entitled brat. He should’ve known it would have to come to this…

… A perfect segway to his belt!

He really only uses it to restrain your arms. The thought of hitting you with it is a little too mean, even for him, but should he feel like he has no other choice, you may find yourself getting familiar with the sting of leather against your skin. And, yes, he makes you count every hit. But his go-to form of impact is usually his hand. He’ll slap you around a bit, maybe even the occasional spanking if you’re really bad (again, he makes you keep count). Resorting to the belt for that is his nuclear option.

If you’re a fucking freak like me, then you’ll absolutely love his belt. The way it tightly binds your wrists together is like heaven, and you love to run your tongue over the little marks it leaves behind (IT’S MY YANDERE READER BLURB, I GET TO DECIDE OUR KINKS). Wanna be a full-on freak? Steal his belt and wear it around your neck as a casual accessory! That won’t get weird looks at all!

… Who knows, maybe it’ll prompt him to get you a collar.

AAAAAAAANYWAYS, Scott is so cruel. He’s been letting you get away with your act for too long, so he’s really hellbent on reminding you who’s boss. But he also likes to reward good behavior. Expect the occasional soft praise and caress when you’re being especially obedient. He knows you fold like a house of cards at any sort of attention from him; he likes to use that to his advantage to further condition you.

Now, you may be wondering just how far he goes with these… sessions. When you’ve got a little freak like you who’s obsessed with a natural hard dom, the sexual tension is going to be suffocating. No matter how hard he tries to keep this solely on correcting your brattiness, he can only stay strong for so long…

He likes to think of it as one of his rewards for you. Nothing more. And if he just so happens to enjoy it a little bit too much, that’s nobody’s business.

His favorite way to take you is in his lap, facing each other as his hands on your hips guide you up and down. He’ll let you set the pace at first, cuz it’s your reward, but don’t expect him to let you be a tease. He’s shutting that shit down real quick. You’re expected to behave from now on, remember? Don’t make him turn this into another punishment… he’s got the patience to edge you for a long time.

This is when he’ll indulge in any sort of weird yandere quirks you have. Want him to call you his? Sure thing. Bite you? Not really his thing, but alright. Grab you by the next? He does this one with a little too much enthusiasm (HE’S INTO IT BECAUSE I SAID SO).

Aftercare is filled with soft cuddles, mainly initiated by you cuz there’s no way in hell you’re letting him go. They’d have to shoot you dead 80 times and pry your cold hands off him with a damn crowbar. It takes him a bit to convince you to at least wipe both of you down, but you eventually relent at the promise of even more cuddles later.

So. Post brat-taming session, does this mean your rebellious streak is officially done? Well… that’s for you to decide. If you’re mainly just out for Scott’s affection, he’s more than willing to shower you in it. Cuz, y’know, he’s a good mentor who likes to positively reinforce the rookie. No subtext behind this whatsoever. However, if you’re a little masochist, you may find yourself acting out every now and then so he can immediately put you back in your place. He doesn’t mind reminding you at all.

The other X-Men are completely taken aback at your change in attitude. You’re no longer doing everything in your power to oppose Scott, and instead follow all of his orders to a T. Huh. How strange. Whatever stern lecture he gave you must’ve really did the trick, cuz now you’re dutifully standing at his side and even calling him sir.

… Say, what are those strange bruises around your neck?

Oh my god, you make it so hard to push the narrative that everything is completely normal between you two. Can’t you just act normal for five minutes?! Stop trying to lick is fingers in a public area, damnit!!

#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ ROMANTIC(?) YANDERE #❥ DOM SCOTT SUMMERS #❥ SCOTT SUMMERS X YANDERE READER #❥ YANDERE READER #❥ GN READER #❥ SUB READER

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My mom is fat. I am fat. Disclosure, though, I'm a small fat, and my weight would be considered pretty average if I was taller. So I still have some privilege, since I fit into "straight" sizes and am only a bit overweight.

Anyway, I've dealt with a lot of shit for being overweight, mostly from my also overweight mom. She is, I guess, a small fat too. She's short, too. But she can fit into seats and whatnot and is nowhere near enormous. Actually, she's pretty small in size.

Well, my mother is absolutely mentally ill. She encourages starving yourself, talks about her bulimic and anorexic tendencies as a teenager as if it was no big deal, and when I tell her she had (has?) an eating disorder, she denies it. VEHEMENTLY. And she agrees that her relationship with food is unhealthy, but still denies her having an eating disorder. She hardly eats.

Well, I recently got into a huge fight with her because she said, and I quote, "I don't like fat people."

I got really angry and asked her why she hates fat people if she herself is overweight. And then I told her that I'm pretty big myself and that she was pretty much insulting me.

Then she starting talking about how all fat people are "fat pigs" and that they ALL eat too much, ALL don't exercise, etc. I asked her why she's overweight if she hardly eats, and she didn't respond.

This is the same mom who constantly tells me if I lose weight I'll be liked more, have boys like me, look better in clothes, be prettier, be worth more, etc. A few years back I tried to starve myself, and when she found out, instead of being upset that I was potentially developing an eating disorder, she told me "if you're going to starve you need to eat at least ONE thing a day to get your nutrients."

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? She should have been telling me that I was beautiful and perfect the way I was, but instead she was telling me to basically starve save for one snack a day. She tells me people don't typically like fat people, etc, and then denies that she ever says anything to me about my weight when I bring it up to her.

When I was, like 10, FUCKING TEN, she told me I was fat, point-blank, to my face. I was only 90 pounds.

She constantly makes comments about my thick legs, and asks me if I want to look more like my skinny friends. When I say I don't care, she tells me that I actually do care. Because EVERYONE who's overweight just wants dreadfully to be thin, apparently.

We had a HUGE fight, and I was crying and telling her she was indecent and shouldn't judge people based off of their bodies, and she spewed some bullshit about how people like to be around "healthy" people and not fat people.

Every time she wants to make me want to lose weight, she tells me boys like skinny girls and I will finally "be noticed" once I lose weight. When I tell her I don't care about appeasing shallow fuckboys, she doesn't believe me and says that all teenage girls like boys and want boys to be all over them. Okay, lol. Sure. "If you ever want a boyfriend and want to have fun in high school, you need to lose weight. Sorry, but boys like skinny girls."

Hm. Okay.

So, encourage me to have an eating disorder, insult me, tell me I'm not worth enough if I'm not thin. I really don't understand. She's overweight herself, and she's abusive to me. She was when I was very young too, but I didn't realize how unhealthy it was until recently. She hates that I'm a fat activist and thinks I'm going to get my "ass kicked" one day for supporting basic human decency. Hm.

Thin privilege is not having ALREADY FAT PEOPLE reprimand you for your natural body type.

Thin privilege is not being insulted and abused by parents for their body.

#weight talk #fat discrimination #fat hate #fat hatred #fatphobia #diet culture #trigger warning

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insanityofbones · 7 months

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@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi asked regarding this prompt!

I'm greedy... 8 + 10 for Tengen 😳

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞!

† 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : Yandere!Tengen X GN!Reader

† 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Yandere, obsession, confession, threatening of kidnapping

† 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 400~

† 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 : IDM greediness, I don't get many asks anyways lol 🥀🤍

You were always happy to be around tengen and even giyuu, though you had ultimately been spending more time with the water hashira instead. Your soft lips curved into a smile while you could silently feel someone watching you. “Tomioka-San, is it okay if I come over to your estate later? I would love to train,” The black haired man's face met yours, even if he didn’t smile he surely felt his butterflies. “Of course, L/N-san,”

Later that day, you were dredged to be doomed. The white haired Sound Hashira was captivating, and yet he still hadn’t yet caught your eye. Despite how much you and him talked, you never showed any interest other than the one time you complimented his flashiness. Earning a place in his heart for what seemed like forever. The constant watching and obsessive nature of him was almost animalistic. Predator and prey. This particular day however, you arrived at the water hashira’s estate, only to find it empty.

Your knocking on the door was starting to get tiring. Your feet led you to the back, a broken bokken on the ground. Tengen happily sitting infront of it. “Hello, Y/N-san,” His smile was horrific, filled with a sense of obsession you couldn’t shake. He looked at you like a prize, a collection to his wivery. You felt almost trapped, your breath caught in your throat. “H-hello T-tengen-” His eyes darted up and along your body, in his mind you two were already together. Happily married and were going to have many, many kids. His smile was still eerie, but now, it held weight. “I’m going to lock you up if you talk to him again,” Your heart stopped, your muscles visibly shaking. “What?” you could feel you slowly losing touch with reality as he stood, him towering over you. “I love you,” That’s what he had to say? Where even was Giyuu-?

“Tengen-Sama, i-i’m sorry but I don’t feel the same-”

His eyes turned darker, almost in a mocking way. Walking closer to you, so much so, you could feel his body heat against yours. His voice held a broken cry, pleading to you. “Please, please love me,” You felt sorry. Like you could physically hear his own heart shatter in his chest, you couldn’t lie to him. Could you? “I-I’m sorry-”

His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, leaning down to meet your gaze.

“I love you.”

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Monster Spotlight: Chimney Troll

CR 2

Chaotic Evil Large Humanoid

Daughters of Fury, pg. 52

Don’t be fooled by their scrawny appearance, these creatures tower over the average human, though most of their size is just for show. One of the smallest and weakest breeds of troll, these isolated beasts are considered outcasts and pariahs by their own kind, shunned and hated from birth because of their Wicked Blood. Their origins are not elaborated on, only that some form of fiendish magic, necromancy, or curse has tainted their entire lineage, causing them to lose the incredible regenerative powers that their brethren enjoy. In fact, their Wicked Blood means Chimney Trolls cannot heal naturally at all, relying on magical healing to keep their wounds from piling up... or relying on a strange magical quirk that unnerves other trolls.

Most of them are driven from the wilds their kin call home and into urban areas, where they must learn to survive or perish. Their long, gangly limbs and unusually light weight in spite of their size allow them to move across rooftops with deceptive silence (+8 Stealth in urban environments), they can climb 20ft in a single round, and they can contort their bodies in distressing, unnatural ways to cram themselves into spaces they have no right to. Nocturnal by nature, they spend days crammed inside any structure that can hold them, but--as their name suggests--prefer to nest inside the chimneys of occupied structures in order to have easy access to life-sustaining fire.

Any troll would balk at the appetites of the Chimney Trolls, as the very same substance which causes irreparable harm to their uncursed kin instead restores their health and vitality (though ironically they’re not immune to fire, but their 10 Resistance is enough at low levels!). They can inhale any nonmagical fire within 30ft as a standard action, be it candlelight or campfire, ingesting the flame and gaining Regeneration 3 for three rounds regardless of the fire’s size. It is only this method that allows them to overcome the curse of their bloodline, the fire in their bellies rapidly restoring them from the most terrible of injuries, even restoring any lost limbs and damaged organs. While perfectly capable of creating their own fires (and will do so if they have the time), they much prefer stealing it from active chimneys, the torchlight of patrolling guards or travelers, or from the fire pits of campers, because that means they can also grab a quick meal.

While not plagued with the endless, maddening voracity found in most other trolls, Chimney Trolls still prefer proportionately enormous meals, not only stealing whatever food may be cooking on the fire but having zero qualms with devouring the screaming occupants of whatever home they infiltrate. While it’s possible to reason with them and bribe them with a hefty meal, it’s unlikely they’ll take it; they’re actually among the smarter troll breeds out of necessity (meaning their Int is 8 instead of 5), and they know witnesses to their presence will likely draw the attention of guards or adventurers. Thus, most meetings with a Chimney Troll start with horrified screams as the beast unfolds from a supply closet, ventilation shaft, or chimney, and ends with silent chewing as the troll slaughters everyone within a home and squats in the space until authorities investigate or the food stores run out.

Their inability to heal without fire or magic makes them hesitant to engage in any combat they don’t get the surprise round and quick to flee if their enemies outnumber or overpower them too greatly. Don’t let this trick you into thinking they’re weak, though; their bodies are much frailer than a normal trolls, but they still have a CCB attack (1d6+1 and 1d8+1) and a 10ft space/10ft reach that lets them put it to good use, making them a formidable threat to low-level adventurers and guards alike, especially in the cramped urban spaces they nest in. If they’ve recently consumed fire or see that they have access to more they become much braver, unable to be killed for a short time unless exposed to Acid or Cold damage.

Thanks to their appearance, a foolish attacker may believe it to be a normal troll, which is the creature’s greatest danger. Someone raising a torch in the hopes of scaring it off may just empower it as it sucks the flame from the stick and rapidly begins to heal... but each time they consume a fire, they also gain the ability to exhale a cloud of choking, burning smoke. This Soot Cloud deals 1d6 Fire damage and nauseates a single creature within 30ft of the troll, though a DC 13 Fortitude save halves the damage and negates the nausea. It’s a little bit of insult AND injury, really, to see the weapon you thought would give you an advantage eaten and then regurgitated straight into your face, leaving you helpless to the incoming savage beating.

That’s the luckiest thing that can happen. The unluckiest is that the creature swats the torch from your hand and into a pile of kindling it built in the home it infested, sending the entire structure up in flames. The troll can take the heat--and in fact will thrive in it--but everyone else is likely to just go up in smoke.

You can read more about them here.

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