#2 polo golf shirts

[lilothestitch16]

Would it be possible to draw Season 2 Kenny wearing this polo golf club shirt and baggy jeans and dress shoes with and without his hat on? I want to see what he would look like wearing this kind of outfit. Last pic is how the outfit should be worn.

[incorrect-lord-of-the-rings]

As Rings of Power season 2 begins, I am just gonna say one thing before we get into the chaos.

I will NOT have people being racist or misogynistic about this show on my blog. The first season was bad for many reasons, but the diverse cast members were not any of those. If I hear "woke" or "Guyladriel" one more time I'm actually gonna go all Bullroarer Took on y'all and invent a worse version of golf.

You can dislike the plot, that's okay. You can dislike the hair and costumes, that's okay. You can dislike the characters and how they are written, that's okay. You can dislike the writing, the direction, the pacing, the scenery, the disloyalty to the lore. That's all okay. God knows I've complained endlessly about this show and how good it genuinely could have been.

What isn't okay is being racist and misogynistic about it. I don't care if "Tolkien made them all white and would hate the woke bullshit" because that isn't true. From what we know of Tolkien and his evolution through the years, he was very progressive for his time, growing more so during his years. I believe that he probably would have hated the butchery of his lore and world, but he would have accepted and encouraged the diversity.

So that being said, I'm going to continue watching the show and being wary and I'm gonna keep posting my criticisms and wants for it. But if I see ANY of you being racist about it, be prepared for a tall hobbit with a golf visor and polo shirt.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Golfing Lessons

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, diva! reader, teasing, public sex, kissing/making out, fingering, hand job, P in V, groping, nipple play, natural masturbation,

𖤐Summary: You decided to join Price on the green today

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Price was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror making sure the collar of his shirt was looking neat. As he walks downstairs getting his golfing shoes on and making sure he had his golfing bag in the back of his car, the front door open, his back still turned but knew who it was.

"Love, I'm heading out for a few rounds of golf," he says, closing his trunk and then finally turning around to see his wife in a golfing outfit, a white polo like his, a white short skirt, her hair up in a ponytail and wearing some golfing shoes like Prices.

"Woah," he says. "Where you going?"

"Joining you," she says.

"Me?"

"Yeah," she opens the passenger door and gets in. "Unless you and your mistress are planning to do some...rounds together."

"Mistress? What mistress?" He asked, looking into the car from his rolled down window.

"So then you won't mind me joining."

"Of course not, love," he says, getting into the car. "Guess you're going to be renting clubs then?"

"Yeah, guess so...with your card," she shows off his card between her fingers.

"Oh great," he smirks and backs out of the driveway.

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Getting to the golf course, Price signs in and Y/n went to the renting counter to rent some clubs, and rent a golf cart.

Price picked up the hobby of golfing after he retired from the military, he did started playing it with his friends Gaz, Soap and Roach and loved the idea of playing golf every Saturday and will be gone for most of the day, but why does Y/n want to join all of a sudden?

Y/n has her feet up on the seat as she was looking down at her book on her lap as Price drove the golf cart to the first hole, there wasn't many people out today which was weird, it was a nice day to be playing golf, but guess people had better plans.

Y/n had her face back down in the book while Price did his first swing, he turns back around and looks at his wife.

"Your turn, love," he says.

"That's great, I don't know how to swing the club," she says, still looking down.

"Love, you wanted to join, you rented the clubs, you get to swing and learn," he says, putting his club back in his bag and getting one from Y/n's rentals. "Come on," he says, she puts her bookmark in between the pages and got off the cart and stood next to her husband.

He held the club and motioned her to stand between his arms, his hands resting on hers.

"Now...3...2...1," they swing hitting the ball and it landing farther than Price's ball.

"Oh, do I win?" She asked.

"No, not yet, and you have to get the lowest score to win."

"Why the lowest?" She asked as they get back into the cart.

"I don't know, the lower the strokes just shows how good you are."

"Oh," she says, cocking up her eyebrows and looking at him.

"Hush," he says, pointing his finger at her almost like he was telling her to 'behave'. They got close to their balls and Price hit his again, getting it into the hole.

"Write par."

"Par?"

"2, write 2 for me. Come here, your turn." He says. She gets out of the cart and grabs her club and walking to her ball just tapping it in.

"2!" She says, excitedly.

Moving onto the next hole, Price and Y/n had to wait their turn, they got stuck behind two old men, Price leans on the wheel and Y/n still had her face down in her book.

Price leans over to see what she was reading.

"What's this one about?"

"Enemies to lovers, she hates him, he loves her, both actually hiding their feels for one another."

"Cheesy," he says.

"You asked."

"I know. Wish these two would hurry it up," he grumbles under his breath. She just shrugs and looks at her pages. Price's hand then went to her thigh, leaning back and wishing these guys would hurry the fuck up.

He looks down at his hand resting on her thigh and then slowly moved it up his pinkie and ring fingers were just slightly under her skirt, she didn't push his hand away but left it on her bare smooth skin.

He scoots a big closer to her, putting his arm around her waist and his hand now on her hip gently patting her and slowly moving his fingers back under her skirt and then feeling her wet clothed pussy.

"Price, now?" She looks up at him.

"If these twos don't hurry it up, I will turn this cart around and fuck you in the car or...I fuck you here, and let them hear your moans. I'm starting to like the idea of fucking you right here and right now." He says.

Y/n just looks up at him and smiles at him, she closed her book and placed it on the little cubby, and then she shimmies her pink panties off and pulled her skirt up exposing her now bare pussy. She then looks at the older men seeing them leave, Price was just looking down admiring her.

"They're gone," she tells him.

"Huh?" He looks up and grumbles that his plan was fumbled, he grabs a club, a tee and a ball and gets himself set up, lining his club at the ball and in one swing hitting it. He comes back into the cart and sits in the driver seat but Y/n had gotten out to do her swing. Grabbing a club, tee and ball and hits the ball with no problem.

As she swung, her skirt went up with the wind exposing a bit of her butt. He brings his hand to his face and drags it down, wanting her now.

As she gets back into the cart, smiling up at Price and shows off how wet she was now, rubbing her fingers between her wet folds exposing how much she was wet.

"Hurry it up, old man," she teased him. He just scoffs, stuck behind the same old men from before. Price doesn't say anything this time, instead he leans over Y/n cupping her face and starts heavily making out with Y/n not caring if people saw or if these sick old men did.

Price starts feeling Y/n thighs and then feeling her wet clit, she moans into the kiss and bucks her hips up, Price smirks and shoves his middle and ring finger inside of her with no warning.

She moans putting her head back and Price grabbed a handful of her hair putting her head back and smirking when she moans out his name, he released her hair and her hands went under his shirt feeling up his hairy chest and toned stomach and chest.

"You're gonna get us kicked out if you keep moaning like that, love," Price says with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah right," she says, kissing his lips.

Price then starts messing with his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants, he gives himself a few pumps and then takes her hand and places it on his dick.

"Pump me, baby," he whispers close to her ear. She bites her bottom lip and does what he asked, giving him a few pumps as he watches to make sure no one will see them. His hands resting the cushion they sat on and the other on the windshield of the cart.

He looks down just for a moment seeing her thumb run over his tip, he groans, biting his bottom lip to hold back his moans, Y/n was then playing with the pre-cum that leaked from his tip.

"Hang on, love," he says, as he starts moving the cart. Y/n doesn't stop pumping though, moving her hand a bit faster, he moans and stops the cart. "Love," he says again.

"Should I stop?" She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"I want to keep going I do, but we need to stop so, we can finish our game."

"Fine then," giving him some good pumps and then releasing her hand from his dick. He fixes himself and goes to swing. He hated this, why couldn't they have waited till they got home?

"Love, come here." She was confused, but got out of the cart and walked to him.

"Yeah?"

"Grab your club and ball...and hit...in the woods," he points his club to the thick woods.

"Why would I do that?" She asked. Grabbing her club and ball.

"Because I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" She smiles.

"Love," his eye narrow as he looks at her.

"Okay," she says, putting her ball down, wiggling her butt a little and swung her club. "Oh no...my ball," she sounded annoyed with her fake acting. "John, I need to go get my ball," she says, walking to the woods.

"Let me come and help you, love," he says, coming behind her.

Y/n found her ball and showed Price. "Found it."

"Good," he pushed her against a nearby tree, picking her up making her drop her ball and club to the ground. He attacks her neck as she moans and smiles.

"AH! Price," she moans, her arms tightening around his neck, and her legs tightening around his waist. "Fuck," his hot breath tickled her skin.

"We'll make this quick," he says.

He unbuckles his pants and fishes out his cock again, a few pumps before entering Y/n, she put her head back hitting the tree, Price moved his hand from guiding himself inside of her to behind her head so she doesn't hit the tree again. He thrusts up into her.

"God you feel so good," he groans close to her ear. "God, you should come join me more often," he says with a cocky smirk on his face.

"No...y-you're boring," she says with a joking smile.

"Oh I'm boring?" He says. He kisses her lips again, he moves her from the tree to the ground now.

"Not the ground," she coos. He just smirks placing her on the ground, his hands holding her waist and she moans while holding up her polo and exposing her bra, she moves the straps off her shoulders and starts groping herself.

Price smiles loving as she groped herself and how her fingers pinched her sensitive nipples. Price leaned forward taking her left nipple in his mouth sucking and biting her nub.

She moans. "F-Fuck," she cursed.

"Oh, I'm so close, baby," he says. She moans when feeling his thrusts start to get sloppy.

"P-Price," she moans. Y/n tightening around his dick, he gives a few more sloppy thrusts and ended up coming inside of her. He pulls out as cum leaked on the ground.

They both got themselves situated Price making sure Y/n looked how she looked before, and they same with Y/n helping Price, they acted like they "found" Y/n's ball and went back to their cart.

"Shall we end the game?" Price asked.

"No way...I'm having too much fun," she says putting her panties back on.

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Price and Y/n had gave everything they rented back to the golf course, Price and Y/n got into Price's car. Y/n looks over at Price who started his car and started back out of his spot.

"So am I allowed to come join you now?" She asked.

"If you do the same shit you just did today then anytime, love," he smirks grabbing her chin and kissed her lips.

"Then next Saturday?"

"Of course, my love."

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Next Saturday

Price had Y/n in the cart, she was on her stomach, ass poking out of the cart, her skirt lifted up exposing her nice round ass, panties pulled to the side, and Price was using her as he pleased, this time Y/n wasn't playing but instead keeping Price company.

Roach, Gaz and Soap had plans today, so he asked her to come with. She was just sitting in the cart with her book open reading it quietly as Price was swinging his clubs, but Price got hard while watching her read, which was weird, he's seen her read before and never got turned on before, so this was new. He stopped playing just to have her bend over in the cart and please him.

"Fuck me, baby," Price says.

"Faster," she moans out.

"How the fuck are we even still in here?" Price mumbled to himself.

Price soon came inside of Y/n pulling out and watched cum leak from her, he smirks when moving her panties back over, and put her skirt back down.

"Keep reading, love," he says, tapping her ass.

She just smiles at him and grabs her book off the cart floor and picks up where she left off like nothing had happen.

[paranoia0612]

country club lookbook with Anna

look 1: dress | bottom | glasses | golf stick

look 2: sweater | skirt | ball and racket

look 3: t-shirt | skirt | chanel tennis set

look 4: polo shirt & tied sweater | pants

credits: @kurimas, @gorillax3-cc, @platinumaspiration, @astya96cc, @lindasims2, @pralinesims, @lantsovsims, @strawberrikhunnie-deactivated20, @nikaonishko, @mel-bennett, @serenity-cc, @mmsims, @edra, @4w25-cc, @dream-girl, @trishasimma, @platinumluxesims, @boonstoww, @kestrelteens, @serenity-cc

[uroboros55]

carlance au

Listen i know i know but i just cannot take it out of my head...

Lance was with Nando for a few years but they broke up when Lance kept asking about marriage and starting a family and Nando said that he did not want kids lance is finally done waiting for Nando to change his mind

so they break up and Lance moves back to his dad so he can get his life back in order

and one night (like idk 2 months after the break up) his dad makes him go with him to some country club to play golf

and they find out their course has been double booked or sth (I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GOLF SO SHUT UP) and they have to share with... Sainz Sr. and Jr.

and Lawerence and Carlos Senior know each other and are really happy to catch up while Lance does not really remember much about Junior (cause Lance might have been to a lot of galas and stuff as a kid but Senior rarely brought his kids over) only that he was older than Lance

and then he sees Carlos, in all his glory with the dark wind-swept hair and nice looking polo shirt and shorts that hug his hips, and lance.exe stops working for a minute

so does Carlos.exe cause he sees a tall dark-haired guy with the biggest eyes and he looks like a prince and he cannot really do anything until finally his dad slaps him on the shoulder and tells him to stop being weird and say hello

and carlos shakes Lawrence's hand but almost immediately he goes to Lance and when he takes his hand he just keeps shaking it saying how nice it is to meet him

and Lance is so smitten he cannot even find a word Carlos's hand is soft and warm and carlos keeps looking at him with his big eyes Lance just blushes while mumbling his name back

Lawerence & carlos Senior see all of that and are trying really hard not to laugh at their sons

the whole day carlos basically ignores the old men and just keeps close to Lance, talking with him and asking him all about his work (Lance is either an interior designer and carlos suddenly feels like he needs his whole house redecorated) and he keeps pushing lance clubs before lance can do anything

Lance for a while is nervous cause it has been so long since he talked to SB New but after a while, he lets his dry humor show and bickers with carlos

carlos keeps looking at Lance so much he barely concentrates on golfing and loses so badly but he cannot even try to get mad because Lance wins and his laugh when he finds out is so endearing to carlos

and during lunch later he keeps asking about Lance and everything Lance-related

when they finally say their goodbyes carlos asks for Lance's number so he can arrange a meeting cause he wants "to change his house quite a bit" "But last week you said you were pleased with your house" "Shut up Dad"

fast forward a few days carlos texts Lance and asks him for dinner

Lance is a bundle of nerves cause it has been so long since he was on a date with SB who isn't Nando (and truth be told the last date he had with Nando was the one when he broke things up)

Esteban has to get off work early to help Lance with his breakdown ("But what if he hates me when our dad isn't there to take away the attention?" "Lance he will love you, he didn't say more than hello and goodbye to your dad last time, he was so busy talking with you")

so finally Lance goes to the restaurant and he is so nervous and tries to not show it but the moment he steps inside the restaurant Carlos is there with flowers and he looks so good in his gray suit and he smiles so big when he sees Lance

and the whole night he is so sweet always asking about Lance and his family and he does want to learn more and more (he asks about uni and childhood and his family and pets and friends and keeps listening so intensely he sometimes forgets to eat his dish) but he also keeps talking when Lance asks him about sth and he looks like a happy golden retriever when Lance smiles at him

and when Carlos finally takes Lance's hand in his and smiles so sweetly Lance cannot really say anything for like 15 minutes cause he is speechless.

but later he tells Carlos that he needs more time cause he got out of a long relationship that he thought would be his last one and he is not yet ready to go straight into another relationship

and Carlos just nods and says "I can wait as long as you need to, just please let me stay close, we can go as slow as you want to"

when they finally leave the restaurant after like 3 hours they just walk for a bit, holding hands, not talking much but the whole time Lance blushes so prettily Carlos prays this night will never end

and when they finally say goodbyes Carlos just kisses Lance's cheek and hugs him

and when Lance finally calls Esteban to tell him about the date he keeps grinning like an idiot but Esteban is so happy his friend had such a great night

and ever since then Carlos has kept messaging Lance every day, and sometimes calls him; they see each other at least once a week but Carlos respects Lance's boundaries and he sticks to handholding, hugging and just being close to him

and Lance keeps opening up to him, letting him more and more

WHILE he still gets time to meet with Esteban Mick and all his friends and one night they go clubbing cause the last time they did it was even before Lance met Nando and he sometimes misses just being able to dance with his friends without caring about a world

and they have so much fun, drinking and dancing Lance feels so good but there is one missing thing and it is Carlos

and he decides to go outside to make a call but before he can he collides with sb chest and it's... Carlos? who looks so good in his black shirt and swept hair and he hugs Lance before saying his hellos and asking what he is doing here

turns out Carlos's friend Lando is a DJ and Carlos went here with his friend to support him

so soon Carlos mets Esteban and Mick and invites them to their table to meet Carlos's friends: Max, Teto, and Lando who is taking a break from djing for a while

and Lance is a little bit worried that Carlos will soon forget about Lance and focus on his friends, but Carlos does the opposite and sits next to Lance, brings him drinks, and always makes sure Lance is in the convo, even explaining some of the inside jokes he has with his friends

Carlos's friends are funny and they get on with Mick and Esteban it warms Lance's heart

and when Lance finally gets the courage to ask if Carlos wants to dance with him Carlos just smiles so widely that Lance has to laugh

and turns out that Carlos has two left feet but he is so enthusiastic about dancing with Lance that it's not really a big problem for Lance

when they finally get off the floor Lance asks to get outside instead of joining their friends and Carlos just takes his hand and takes them outside they just spend a few minutes sitting close to each other and Lance can feel how warm is Carlos next to him. and he never really had that with Nando cause he always wanted to go to the next place, do sth else

and this is the moment when Lance realizes he is falling in love with carlos and he cannot really wait any longer

so he just turns his head and takes carlos face in his hands and kisses him

and he can hear carlos quite surprised gasp before he lays his hands on Lance's hands and asks if he's sure lance just nods while trying to stop smiling and carlos is also smiling before going back to kissing Lance

kissing Carlos is one of the best things Lance ever did

cause carlos lips are soft and plum and he tastes like the beer he had typically Lance does not drink beer but this time he does not mind

and Carlos seems to be reading his mind cause he moves the way Lance likes and never pushes for more just follows Lance's lead

and Lance really wants to kick himself that he made them wait this long to finally kiss

that's all i have for now that i can share but i have been obessed about this since this morning

[princessbrunette]

do any of the boys feel like your type irl? whenever i read your stuff i can’t help but think ab how im usually most attracted to guys like rafe irl but it often doesn’t rly go anywhere bc i get too chickened out to go on. like i’ve ghosted all my rafe types early on despite liking them sm bc i got scared of how quickly intense my feelings got & of how intense the dynamic got 😭

but literally all my long-term exes are john b types (specifically the way you write him) which i’m also attracted to but i acc feel strong enough to stay bc they offer emotional security that makes me not as flighty. plus john b types are veryyyy persistent in a way that doesn’t trigger my neuroticism & makes me want to stay put. so im alw like d’awww reading his prompts too.

welllll, one of my first exes was literally rafe cameron. like he looks like him especially now (like a mixture of season 1/2 rafe but with brown hair) he’s rich, dresses in the polo shirts and shorts, always travelling with his work so all his instagram pics are on boats or at golf. he used to drive me around when i was like freshly 18 and say stuff like “so when are we gonna… you know.” and he was super toxic but also treat me well?? it was weird and hard to explain. so unfortunately my type that i actually end up with is rafe.

however, when i was 16 i dated a boy with a john b personality. like very gentle and the perfect first boyfriend you can imagine. HOWEVER HOWEVER now when i go out or i meet new people, im super attracted to the loud, funny guys that everyone loves, very much jj vibes. also love blonde boys it goes without saying .

sooooo if i’m dating guys (last long relationship was with a girl) im not sure what my type is. honestly any of them

[tewwor]

NEW VERSE — JIE & CORPORATE BUSINESS ( UNDERCOVER OPTIONAL )

** is this a legit verse? yes, and it’s available for anyone to interact with. started out as an undercover bit, but now… idk i think frank is just an entire persona and au. so undercover is optional! please only like if you want a small starter from this ridiculous verse ❣️

Name: Frank Chen

Position: Senior Accountant, not client facing

Hobbies: Gym, golf, foodie, collecting stress balls, breaking every single piece of technology in his office, ping pong tournaments

Attire: Business casual — blue tinted transitional glasses****, work polos, button ups, slacks, brown or black belt, at least 1-2 pens in his shirt pocket, no fun socks, sometimes wears a tie

Strengths: Excel whiz, punctual, always meets deadlines, detail orientated, works overtime, knows everyone ( not by choice ), turns soooo hot when he takes his glasses off, surprisingly reliable and a good mentor with technical skills

Weaknesses: Extremely short temper, too blunt, the source of strong smelling food in the break room, would eat someone else’s lunch from the fridge out of spite, has to be forced to take PTO, very clear anger management issues, was literally put into an office as timeout, bad at simple maths

Likes: Spicy food, exercising, hot tea, silence, morning meditation, making invoice templates, training, napping in his car

Dislikes: Most technology, people taking his glasses, procrastination, inbox with over 10 unread emails, work gossip, big lunch get togethers with the accounting group

Misc.: Webcam is never angled right during meetings, he doesn’t get why a lot of people want to talk to him ( he’s hot, some people are into… The glasses.. ), paces when in meetings, doesn’t listen to anything when working and wishes everything was 100% quiet

[papasbaseball]

Raphael x Tav (Clubs and Spades: Chapter 1)

Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Alcohol

Summary: Tav finds herself on the bad side of the President of the Fae Run Country Club. She agreed to work there as a favor, but he's determined to make her life a living hell. Will they both make it out of the summer without catching feelings?

Word Count: 2,187

Notes: I changed some of the names to help blend in the characters better with the AU setting. Here is a translation if you would like to know:

Tav - '' "Tav" Baldur

Karlach - Karlie Ackerman

Raphael - Raphael Hope

Mizora - Ms. Zora

Wyll - Will

AO3 Link

If all the stories were true, the president of the Fae Run Country Club was the Devil himself. I’d had the fortune of not running into him all summer, enjoying the close proximity to what otherwise might be considered ‘good people’, as I served drinks, folded towels, and did whatever else my manager had sent me to do. That particular day, I limped after my coworker Karlie — the cooler filled with ice and Evian between us making us as useful as a horse with a lame leg — as we brought the beverages out to the 8th hole of the golf course. The community carts had been forbidden from use, much to the dismay of my shoulder.

A quarrelsome two stood beside the green, too rich to stop their argument for us. The one’s shoulders were cast back, face tilted up as if God was also privy to the conversation he was having with the pink-faced man. I’d seen a dozen of his type infesting the green lawns of Fae Run. What set him apart was how quickly he cut down the man with words I’ll never know, courtesy of the lawnmowers. Weak arms were quickly uncrossed and the WASP wannabe buzzed back to the safety of the clubhouse hive.

“Ha!” Karlie scoffed, setting her end of the cooler down with a hard rustle of ice. “Bob had that one coming for a while.”

There were a half dozen members named Bob, but she came to know every one of them over the 8 years that she’d been working there. I’d barely met any of them and I’d been there for 2 months.

“Is Bob a problem?” I asked, setting my end of the cooler down. The ache of carrying it almost a mile thrummed in my arm, thrilled to have been released.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to be his server at dinner,” Karlie said. Her face fell and quickly she was tucking her polo back into her khaki pants, slicking back the wild fly-aways the walk had earned her.

“Ladies.” The remaining man approached us, his shirt unbuttoned past regulation to show off the tan earned from hours spent by the poolside. “Less chatting more working, yes? I would hate to have to speak to your manager about disciplinary action. I want this golf course as immaculate as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” Karlie replied.

“You’re breaking the dress code,” I offered, nodding to the undone button and soft curls of chest hair it guarded. If he wanted everything to be perfect he could start with himself.

He whipped off his sunglasses, mouth disgusted as he gave me a once over. “What is your name, girl?”

“Tav,” I said.

“I doubt that.” He hooked the glasses into his illegal shirt and turned to Karlie. “Ms. Ackerman, does Tav have somewhere to be?”

She stumbled over her words, unable to make eye contact with him.

“I know you are short-staffed,” he cut in, “but I could make much better use of her as my personal caddy for the day.”

“That’s not the job that I applied for,” I said. I had no interest in following some dumbass who only got to his position in life because his daddy foot all his bills and covered up all his mistakes. It was bad enough that I was working here — I owed my friend Will a favor — but I refused to sequester myself to such agonizing mediocrity.

“All employees of the Fae Run Country Club are required to know how to perform any duty they may be called upon at the drop of a hat,” he said. “Clearly you’ve missed training in more than one area.”

I opened my mouth to shoot back a retort when I heard Karlie’s voice tremble.

“Mr. Hope, please.”

She could have poured the chest full of ice over me and it would have been less bone-chilling than those three words. My eyes dart over him, trying to place those features to the portraits of board members that hung in the hallway leading to the main office. Maybe the sunglasses and casual attire had fooled me, but the disappointed frown was unmistakable: I was standing before the Devil.

“Tell your boss to make the necessary shifts,” he said. “I will take care of our darling Tav, here.”

Karlie tucked tail and turned back to the clubhouse. The sun baked a degree hotter with each step of hers, pushing me further into the custody of the Devil of Fae Run. The urge to run after her pressed itself, but I held it back. I couldn’t get myself fired: I still owed Will for lying for me, getting the charges dropped, and scrubbing my record. I just needed to get through this summer free and clean.

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you,” he said. The words reeked of lies, but I tailed after him anyway. His cologne whipped back with the breeze as I followed him to the golf cart. The sweetness and warmth sent a shiver through me. It must have come from abroad, the undernotes speaking of warm sands and late-night dinners, and probably costing twice my seasonal salary.

I hesitated as I slid into the fine leather seat next to him, not any further than I had to, and watched as he turned the key.

“You really think I am going to bite you?” he said. He pressed the pedal and the cart jerked forward.

I slid further into the seat as I saw the sharp grass zipping by the floorboard more quickly than I would like it to. His chuckle at this was quiet under the whine of the cart. It was going to take more than the threat of turfburn for me to take his treatment lying down. I couldn’t refuse his orders, but I didn’t have to like it.

“You were threatening to fire me and Karlie a few minutes ago.”

“Was I?” he asked. “You’re not very good at listening, Tav.” The corners of his lips pulled back in disgust. “What is your real name? Tav sounds like something you’d call a dog. Although, you would make a pretty picture fetching my golf clubs.” He paused at the thought.

“My friends call me Tav,” I said. Mr. Hope steered the golf cart back onto the path and I almost gripped his leg to steady myself as the cart wobbled back onto its steady charge forward. I tucked my hand quickly under my black golf skort, taking comfort in the weight of my thigh.

“I’m not your friend: I’m your employer.”

“If you want to know it so bad, why don’t you just look it up when we get back to the clubhouse?” I should have bit my tongue, but Mr. Hope was not going to be calling me by my government name if I had anything to say about it.

The cart coasted to a stop, the clubhouse within sight. “If you want me to call you like a dog then you can get out and run after the cart like one.” He nodded for me to step out. “Go on, Tav.”

My legs were still twitching from the hike out to the 8th hole and I was maybe enjoying the custom fans on the cart a little too much. But between that or telling him my full name, I stepped out, cringing as the sun baked my skin once more. It didn’t take long until he was pressing the cart forward. He drove it just fast enough that I was always on his heels, no matter how hard I ran.

As my sneakers thumped the white pavement I imagined they were stomping that stupid handsome face of his. It looked all-natural – there was a small scar on his forehead and plenty of wrinkles that cut from his amber eyes – but the soft curl to his hair and all-linen outfit told the world that he could afford plastic surgery if he wanted to. He could probably afford to buy the plastic surgeon too if the rumors were true.

Mr. Hope parked the golf cart with the herd of others after what felt like a day of running. I heaved heavy breaths in and out, hands on my knees as I considered a nap on the blinding concrete.

“I’m surprised that you made it, Tav. Such a good girl.” Mockery highlighted his voice, but the words caught me off guard. I turned them over in my mind, wondering what other sweet praises the Devil liked to stab with.

“It was a piece of cake,” I lied.

He turned and headed towards the clubhouse, tossing a come-here whistle over his shoulder. I scrunched my face up, swallowing the nasty names I was already starting to come up with for him. I’d share those later with Karlie and Will.

The clubhouse wrapped its welcoming chill around us. I didn’t even mind the goosebumps on my arms, rubbing them only once as I followed him back to the foyer. He pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text before stopping a server carrying a saran-wrapped tray full of chicken salad croissants to the meeting room.

“Have you seen Ms. Zora?” he asked.

“I’m right here.”

Ms. Zora’s white polo and black skort could have gotten her mistaken for club staff if it wasn’t for the glowing pearls that encircled her swan-like neck. She was the secretary for the board and seemed to have a habit, I noticed, of showing up when you least wanted her to.

Raphael waved off the server, not even watching as she scurried away, head down muttering a prayer of thankfulness. He gestured to the walls and ceilings of the foyer.

“Where are all the banners that we ordered?” he asked.

Ms. Zora rolled her eyes, huffing a sigh of exasperation. “Supply chain issues. Don’t worry: I got us a full refund and have contacted that little print shop down the road.” She laughed, “You should have seen how grateful they were that I wanted everything ASAP and at a discount too.”

“I do not care about a discount. I want this foyer decorated now,” he said.

“I’ll give them a call,” Ms. Zora smiled. Her cunning gaze soon fell on me, her smile dropping with it. “Is there a reason why you are here Ms. Baldur?”

“Oh, so she does have a name?” Raphael laughed. “Ms. Baldur is my caddy for the day. I do have to say, I have grown quite accustomed to calling her Tav, though. It has a certain peasant charm to it.”

My clean-cut nails bit into my palms as I balled my fists up. Just get through the day, that’s it. If he used my name any more times I might have to start going by my full name just to get the stink of him off of it.

“I need to go make that call,” Ms. Zora excused herself. He didn’t watch her leave, instead smirking and staring hungrily down at me as if I were the chicken salad sandwiches.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Ms. Baldur,” he said, rolling the r with a flourish. “Such a nice ring to it. Maybe I’ll call you that if you do a good enough job today. Please me and I’ll please you.”

“I-“ He knew he had turned my nickname into an annoyance. I expected him to sprout horns any minute now. “What makes you think that I want you to please me? Can’t I just do my job?”

He turned, heading back out to the golf course. A group of men had managed to gather in the few minutes we’d been inside, chattering and guzzling Bud Lights as if they were college frat boys born again in the heat of the summer.

“Raph!” one of them exclaimed. “What took you so long?”

“I was just making sure everything was ready and attending to a few stray animals.” He looked at me with that remark, before continuing, “Nothing exciting.” He popped his sunglasses back on as the cloud cover retreated. My eyes were drawn once more to the unbuttoned violation. I stared a bit too long as I found his eyes peeking out the peripheral of the shades, waiting for mine to see them. He gave a smile and I went off to his golf cart to sulk in my rosy cheeks.

They chatted and chatted until one of them finally clapped his hands together in anticipation. Beer can after empty beer can clunked into the trash can, and one by one the carts started.

“Out,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“Do you have cotton in your ears? Out. You want to be named like a dog, you’ll run like a dog.”

I got out, folding my arms as I watched him get in. “I thought we were done with all this.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, but I’m not done with your lesson, Tav. If you keep up, I’ll drive you back after the 18th hole.” And with that, he backed the cart out and zipped off after the pack.

[siriannatan]

More Than Just Plus One chapter 2

I was debating waiting until I have the next chapter ready in case it was really short but I decided I do not mind short chapters so here we go. I hope you enjoy :}

"You can leave some stuff here while we're dating. For sleepovers," fWhip offered as on Sunday morning Scott complained about having to go home in the same stuff he wore on Friday evening.

"Aren't you a great host," Scott hummed, faking thinking about his offer. "And I agree to leave some stuff here. It'll make us look even more like a couple," he added before kissing fWhip goodbye.

"I know I'm amazing," the businessman smiled as he waved him off.

About ten minutes later Scott realised how scarily homey that whole interaction was. But he shelved that crisis to the later. Right now he had several messages to answer and things to cancel. For the next two weeks, he was all fWhip's.

Considering it was rather late when he left fWhip's it was no shock he spent most of the rest of his day picking out what to bring along for their 'sleepovers'. A shockingly boring day after a whole day of just lazing about with fWhip in his bed.

On Monday, around lunch time Scott texted fWhip he'd drop by his office. With some stuff for sleepovers. He did catch himself smiling like an idiot at the heart emojis fWhip sent him but luckily no one else saw. And set out with his cutest suitcase packed, to fWhip's office building.

It was rather impressive from the ground. The front desk clerk was even more annoying. "Just call him and say Scott's here," Scott groaned ten minutes into dealing with this dense idiot. He was so ready to just call fWhip himself when: "Do you have some sort of problem with my boyfriend or are you just too dense to understand basic instructions?" Scot spun around to make sure he was hearing correctly.

Yup. fWhip, glaring daggers at the clerk. Looking absolutely hot in his suit. He ditched the blazer somewhere if he had one. But crisp white with the stark black of his slacks and that damn vest was an exceedingly good look on him. Too bad he didn't have a tie for Scott to pull. 

"Next time he comes over just bring him to my office, no questions, no matter if I'm there or not," he sighed shaking his head. Scott ignored the clerk in favour of hugging fWhip. "And get someone to take this to my apartment," fWhip added, pointing at the pink suitcase Scott brought along, before pulling him towards the executive elevators. "Sorry about that, good staff's hard to come by these days."

"It's nothing," Scott waved it off. Ready to move on with the day. "How busy are you? I'm not about to interrupt your whole day," he asked as the elevator door closed behind them.

"I'd be done if one of my business partners didn't just retire and pass his company to his kid who happens to have possibly less brain power than an amoeba," fWhip groaned leaning into Scott. "I think another half hour will be enough to fix this whole mess," he sighed as Scott gently petted his back. It felt nice to hold fWhip like this. "Sorry, I had no idea it was such a mess when you texted."

"It's fine, I can wait, I did dress up to match you," Scott grinned. He did dig through his pastel rainbow collection of polo shirts just for fWhip. Usually, they were reserved for golf with dad. He picked a pale yellow one that matched nicely with the lilac short slacks, just below his knees and darker purple loafers. His comfiest loafers. They just seemed like an office kind of shoes. And of course accessorised with some rings and bracelets, a hat and sunglasses.

"You do look exceptionally cute for this place," fWhip chuckled, straightening up just in time for the elevator to stop. 

Scott made sure to hold fWhip's hand as he was shown the way to his office. Everyone they passed stood slack-jawed until fWhip glared at them, making them almost trip in a hurry to get back to work. 

If looks solid kill fWhip's secretary would have Scott dead. So he made sure to shoot her a superior look as fWhip requested to not be interrupted unless it was an emergency that absolutely required his attention.

"I'll try to be fast, feel free to bother Emily for whatever you want," fWhip sighed as Scott made himself comfortable on a small couch to the side. 

"No need to apologise, having the whole building jealous of me just holding your hand felt good," Scott grinned but did bother Emily for a very particular something to drink and snacks just to amuse fWhip. And make her listen to him. As fWhip's secretary, she had to bring his guests what they asked.

fWhip was done in the whole twenty minutes. And what an amazing twenty minutes it was for Scott. Being able to watch fWhip insult people's intelligence and competence made him feel quite special. "I'm done," he announced with a wide smile. "Can't morons stay away from what they don't understand? Go golfing or something and leave accounting and IT to us?" He sighed, his expression softening when he looked at Scott and his cakes. 

"Want to go out and do something more fun?" Scott offered, with no idea what they could do. Anything would likely be fun with fWhip. Especially if he kept the suit on. It looked unfairly good on him.

"Lunch and then we show off how good we look together and shop for something to wear to tonight's dumb party?" fWhip offered with a grin. "And don't worry about all the cake, I'll get Emily to get someone to get it in my apartment," he added opening a couple of top buttons of his shirt. That somehow made him even hotter.

Scott eagerly nodded. And this time walked to the elevator with fWhip's arm low, around his waist. His own arm around fWhip's shoulders. There were even more jealous stares following them now.

"I hope you didn't drive."

"Nah, don't like to if I don't have to," Scott shook his head. Was fWhip going to...

fWhip was absolutely about to drive Scott around town in his very expensive and very red sports car. "I usually take a driver only when I intend to drink," he grinned, opening the passenger door for Scott.

"I'm guessing you like nice cars," Scott smiled, gladly getting in. "Where do you even keep them?" 

"I own the whole building I live in, if I want a whole level of the garage to myself then no one can say I can't. Not that I do, just about half of one," fWhip grinned, as he settled in the driver's seat. "Belts," he reminded as Scott just stared at him. And rolled his damn sleeves up.

Scott never before realised he'd ever get flustered watching a guy drive... Yet here he was, unable to tear his eyes off of fWhip's hands and forearms. Or maybe he just had a thing for fWhip's arms. On the other side. fWhip was a damn good driver. Drive to the restaurant he had Emily book for them was one of the smoothest of Scott's life.

He was actually a bit sad when they were getting out. And of course, fWhip picked out... "Pizza?" Scott could not help but ask. He loved pizza but would never propose they go out for a pizza lunch date. Leave it to fWhip to shock, surprise and impress him all at once. "Not that I'm complaining, I love pizza," he quickly added.

"It's literally my favourite spot in town. If it ever closes assume me dead and unable to stop it," fWhip confessed, as he helped Scott out of the car. What a gentleman. 

"I'll hold you to keep this place open then, I'm expecting I'll be coming back here," Scott giggled. There were already paparazzi outside. 

But apparently, they were always there since the spot was popular among pop musicians. And for good reasons.

The pizza was delicious. The atmosphere was cosy. And it was quite private once they settled in their booth. And fWhip continued to be darn perfect. Ignoring every time his phone buzzed. "I'm off work, these idiots can figure it out on their own," he sighed as he eventually turned it off.

After pizza fWhip drove them to the highest-class mall in town. Scott was having the time of his life being a showpiece. It could have been just fWhip insisting on spoiling him rotten. Stopping halfway to get them bubble tea the moment Scott mentioned he'd like some. And a bonus cookie. A real gentleman.

"How matching do we want to be?" fWhip asked as they walked through the mall. The crowd slightly moved out of their way. The mall might have been full of higher-status people but most of them had nothing on fWhip and Scott and instantly recognised the fact.

"Hmm..." Scott wondered, looking around at the fronts of fancy suit shops. "I like flowery patterns but I don't think a full flowery suit would be a good look on you..."

"Plain suit and a pretty tie matching you?" fWhip offered as Scott stopped to take a better look at one display. It had very pretty floral pattern suits. With matching floral ties. Scott could already imagine how cute they'd look. All matching and perfect. Annoying to everyone who knows them to any degree. "Not like we have to make the decision today, we have time until Friday," he added but followed Scott inside. 

They ended up getting suits picked then and there. And after that fWhip surprised Scott with cake and flowers. Scott's phone was occasionally buzzing with myriad messages from his mother as gossip sites reported their 'date'. He just texted her to calm down, he was just having some fun. 

Not that he believed it so much. Certainly not as he kissed fWhip as soon as they were in his home. Not with how much he enjoyed fWhip pushing him against a wall or easily carrying him to the bed.

The wait until Friday was not nearly as boring as Scott expected it to be. fWhip made as much time as he could for him. Shrugging and saying he might as well since he was kind of taking Scott's time. Not that Scott minded having fWhip all to himself. Being taken on little perfect dates. Being showered in flowers and chocolates and affection. fWhip was as perfect as a boyfriend possibly could. Certainly in this not-quite-dating situation, they got into.

By the time Friday rolled around Scott caught himself multiple times calling fWhip his boyfriend. Only to himself in his thoughts but it was still worrying. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. He was supposed to wrap fWhip around his finger. Break his heart once their arrangement was done. 

Not the other way. But watching fWhip in a dark purple suit with gold and red and pale purple rose pattern tie that matched Scott's suit made his heart ache. Why just play with him if he can have him?

"How boring is this party going to be?" he sighed, stepping in to help fWhip with his tie.

"Survivable. We don't have to stay long. Find Pix, congratulate him, and have a couple of drinks and some snacks. Annoy Jimmy. And we can go home," fWhip chuckled, gently grabbing Scott's hands to kiss them. "Just leave boring talking to me, and be pretty," he chuckled as Scott pouted. Mostly at how angry he was for falling for fWhip as much as he already did.

[alltheselights]

are you not a fan of the tank tops? 🥲

People always get very pressed by opinions about Louis' stage outfits for some reason, so I'll preface this by saying 1) Louis can absolutely wear whatever the fuck he wants on stage, 2) having an opinion on an artist's stylist is really not that big of a deal or that deep, and 3) no, I absolutely do NOT want Louis to wear pink, sequins, or feathers on stage and that's not at all my point when I say that Helen sucks.

So, while I don't particularly enjoy how most of the fandom acts like sexually deprived het Harries toward Louis every time he wears tank tops, my issue isn't really with the tank top. My tags weren't intended to hate on the outfit. My issue is that his stylists suck at their jobs and he dresses himself better than they do. Regardless of whether you loved last night's outfit, if you weren't told it was styled, is that something that you would ever think that a stylist put together? A plain tank top and trackies is what half of humanity wears lounging around the house or to Starbucks when they're hungover. And Helen AND her assistant Peter are like "oh yeah, baby, styled by us!" 😎

I also think that the outfits that are best suited to the vibe of Louis' show are fun graphic t-shirts. I've felt this way since his last tour and my opinion has only been cemented after attending one show so far this tour (with one more to go!) Not tank tops and sweatpants, definitely not polos, and not even really the jerseys though I know that's Louis' influence because he loves them so that's fine. Louis' shows are very rocky with cool lighting and fun upbeat songs so when I see him come out in trackies or god forbid a polo like he's a middle-aged man on a golf trip, I just don't think it suits the show. Whenever he comes out with a cool graphic t-shirt, that's when I'm like YES, thank you. It just fits with the vibe of the show so so well.

But what bothers me most of all is that there are two stylists getting money from Louis when they are dressing him in outfits that quite literally anybody on Earth could put together. And then you see Louis out and about vibing on his own when he's not working like when he met fans in those cute shorts and graphic t-shirt before Red Rocks and you're like oh wow, at least YOU know how to put a fun, casual outfit together. If only the people you pay for that did.

Also.....the fact that in several years as his stylist, Helen still hasn't learned how to get things tailored to actually fit his body bugs the SHIT out of me. His fancier oufits rarely fit him.

Anyway, that's just my opinion! I know a lot of the fandom disagrees and very likely Louis disagrees, but I still stand by it. 😭😭😭

[bcrichsweetheart]

Dream Weaver - Part 1

Prompt: Dreams are Soulmate's Memories (C2) @eddiemunsonbingo Summary: Eddie begins to get a reoccurring dream, and Wayne advises him of an old bit of folklore he heard once. That some dreams could be the memories of your soulmate. Ever the detective, a young Eddie Munson, sets to documenting these dreams in hopes of gathering the clues of who his soulmate might be. Notes: I wanted this to be a visual as well as just text so below the standard fic text you'll see Eddie's actual diary entries, if you like that sort of thing :) But this is Eddie's diary so expect the language to be less than polite and the doodles may be a little immature let's say 😂 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dreaming is free.

Or at least that's what Debbie Harry sings.

You're my official new Dream Diary! Well, first of any diary, really. Nabbed you out of the lost & found when I was skipping class.

You're kinda girly, but you were free, and being girly aint all that bad. That's all patriarchal bullshit, anyway!

Never thought I'd need one of these, but I figure maybe these weird dreams are worth tracking, just in case I do have one. A SOULMATE!!! Christ, that's terrifying!

I was having trouble sleeping, and then I started getting these weird ass dreams. Not like weird-cool, like after too much cheese, chocolate or weed (He’s drawn a picture of a joint here), but like weird, as in they were really fucking normal. I mean normal, like TV family normal, like the Brady bunch, but way less people, not like reality normal.

Well, at least at first. Sometimes they aren't so nice. Sometimes they reminded me of living with my folks, and that FUCKING SUCKED!

Anyway, I told the font of knowledge that is Wayne about these weird dreams and at first, he was like, don't worry about it, but then he told me this bit of folklore and it was something like your dreams are the memories of your soulmate, so I thought I'd start writing them down. Like campaign clues to figure out who it might be? Unless one of their memories is looking in a mirror, I'm gonna need all the clues I can get!

So far, I think that I'm like a little kid, and there are a few people that show up. One is a man who looks real fancy, probably loaded. I guess he’s the Dad? He’s mostly always in a shirt and tie, sometimes one of those Dad polo shirts that he probably wears to golf with his yuppie friends. Well, bad fashion aside, proves one thing at least, being richer wouldn’t have got me a better Dad because the guy is a grade-A star fucking asshole! He’s always holding some object in his hand, a broken picture frame, a Barbie, a book, a glass of whiskey, shoving it towards my face and yelling like I just pissed in his cereal or something. WHAT A DICK! I can feel my soulmate wants to cry but is holding it in. I’m not sure how. Maybe she’s small for her age? The Dad guy is at least 2 feet taller than them. No way someone with that good a life would shout at a kid that way, right? A shitty dad is a pretty sad thing to have in common, but at least it's something because it’s the only thing so far. 

There is a woman in a uniform with an apron, she's nice, and she gives us cookies on the sly, and when the Dad ogre has finished shouting at us, she’s normally the one who turns up just before I wake up.

The last person, I don't know if she’s the Mom or a piano teacher, but she’s way too good-looking to be either. She looks like a movie star and dresses like one too. Velvet Looks like Faye Dunaway in Chinatown, but her eyes slope down, like when she isn’t smiling, they always look sad. But my god, when she smiles and tells me I played something right, I feel like my heart could burst right out of my chest and explode into a million cartoon bluebirds and butterflies or some shit like that. I don't think I've felt that way about anything except my guitar and when a cheerleader smiled at me one time accidentally. Shit what if my soulmate is a cheerleader? Most of them are rich girls, right?

Anyway, that's what I have for now. Until next time Double-D

[caelumforge]

My friend told me I’m legally obligated to draw an among us au oh boy

Edit:

He has now suggested the following list of aus:

Breaking bad (?????)

Grocery store “ones the cashier”

GOLF au “they are both retired white guys with dad bods and polo shirts and white shorts” (Mitsuki turns white: the au)

He also says hi

Edit 2:

Cars au………..

[sommerflue-22]

SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: Implied/Referenced Sex

Word count: 2.3k

Author note

Hi guys, I hope you enjoy the story so far <3 Make sure to follow me so you'll get an update when the next part (or other fic) is up! -Birdyy

During the month of July, you’ve gone on three dates with Armin. On your first date, he took you out to dinner and then drove you around for a night ride in his convertible. On the second date, he took you to an art gallery where you spent almost four hours talking and admiring the paintings and sculptures. On the third date, he took you to golf. Despite your lack of expertise, Armin patiently taught you. All three dates were pleasant. Armin never tried to do anything funny to you, he always asked for your permission whenever he wanted to kiss you. He always picked you up, treated you with respect during the date, then drove you home and ensured you arrived safely. Even though there was nothing wrong with him, you never mentioned anything about your dates to Sasha. She found out when a friend, Jean, asked you about it. Apparently, Jean saw you in the car with Armin on your way home from golfing.

“You went on a date with him three times?” Sasha shrieked, “And not even once do you care to tell me about it?!”

“Sasha, tone it down. We’re in public.”

That day you went out to grab lunch with Sasha and Jean in a cafe near your workplace. Sasha’s reaction drew the attention of a few people from different tables to yours. Jean didn’t even dare to raise his head from his sandwich.

“I know, but how could you do this to me?” Sasha pouted, “I really thought your first date failed miserably. Three dates is plenty, ain’t that right, Jean?”

“I think so?” Jean responded, not really sure how he should contribute to the conversation.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of dates in a month. You know, for someone you met on a dating app. Speaking from personal experience… I usually only go on one date, and then they call it quits. They ghosted me. But, anyway… when is your next date with this Armin guy?”

“This weekend, actually.”

“You know where you’re going?”

“Nah, he never tells me where we’re going on dates. It’s always a nice place, though.”

Sasha shrugged. “Well, since everything you said about him was positive, then I have no reason to be concerned. I am a little bit worried, though, but that’s okay. This Armin guy sounds responsible, sounds like a true gentleman. If there’s any emergency, you know you can call me, right? Like, if he tries anything unusual with you or anything…”

“Yes, Sasha. Don’t worry.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

On Saturday afternoon, Armin picked you up in his convertible again. He still opened the door for you, buckled your seatbelt, and held your hand as he drove. You grew accustomed to it. The silence between you and him during the ride no longer bothered you. He knew you were enjoying the ride and you knew he was focusing while also listening to music.

“So, where are you taking me today?” You asked Armin as the car approached an exit.

“I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.” Armin answered. “By the way, I believe I haven’t complimented your outfit today. You look beautiful as usual, (Y/N). I really like your sundress.” 

You lowered your gaze to your plaid, blue sundress. “Thank you, Armin. I also really like your polo shirt. You usually wear button-up shirts on our dates… Well, aside from the golf date.”

“Why, thank you, (Y/N). I feel comfortable wearing button-ups, but I don’t think they’re appropriate for our date today. That’s why I chose to wear polo. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all! You look…”

“Hmm?”

“...beautiful.”

He gave you a soft glance and squeezed your hand even more tightly. 

It took about an hour to get there. By the time Armin’s car exited the freeway, you could tell where he was taking you. You quickly asked Armin to retract the hardtop, which he did. You couldn’t contain your big smile as the car approached a parking lot near the beach.

“I can’t believe you’re taking me to the beach!” You exclaimed as Armin helped you get out of the car.

“I didn’t know you liked the beach.”

“I love the beach.”

Armin reached into the backseat, then grabbed your hand and led the way. The part of the beach near the parking lot was mostly pebbles, but as you got closer to the water, you could feel the sand under your sandals.

Armin picked a spot near a large rock, away from the crowd, so you didn’t have to sit in the sun. The beach wasn’t too crowded that day, fortunately. You helped Armin lay out the mat and took some of the food from the basket. After everything was settled, you both sat side by side facing the sea, munching on chocolate-covered strawberries.

“The beach is one of my favorite places.” Armin told you. “I used to be sick all the time, and my doctor said it was because my lungs were weak. She encouraged my parents to take me to the beach, so that I could get some fresh air. Because apparently the sea air is good for you. I got better, but I also got so used to the beach and the sea that weekly beach trips were almost a tradition in my family… At least until I graduated from elementary school.”

“That’s really nice. What happened after that?” You asked, slowly resting your head on Armin’s shoulder.

He smiled and kissed you on the temple of your head. “Well, my parents became extremely busy as the business flourished. So they no longer took me to the beach. Instead, I went with my driver. Or occasionally I bring friends.”

“Exes too?”

Armin chuckled. “No, not exes. I have never had a romantic partner.”

You realized that despite having been on four dates already, Armin had never asked you out officially to be his girlfriend. Anxiety caused your stomach to churn. You didn’t want to rush into a new romantic relationship, but you also didn’t want to be taken advantage of.

“I went to a private, all-boys boarding school, (Y/N). It was quite challenging, the classes, assignments… Basically all I did during the school year was studying. My experience with dating is nil. Zero. That’s why one of my friends suggested I get a dating app. I’m glad I did because it led me to you.”

You nodded, your eyes kept gazing at the sea even though Armin was staring at you.

“My cousin also went to a boarding school. She managed to get a boyfriend or two, but maybe that’s because she didn’t really focus on studying.” You mumbled. “I don’t know… Is it also because of your parents? I know some parents kinda have a strict rule when it comes to dating.”

Armin paused for a moment before answering, “No, not really. I don’t think so. I’ve never brought it up with my parents. You know, about dating and all. I suppose it’s because they see me as this serious, high-achiever person. They know next to nothing about me after I recovered. They spend more time out there taking care of the businesses or even socializing, going to parties.”

“I see…”

“(Y/N)... my dear,” tried to get your full attention, Armin lifted your chin up until your eyes met his, “I know what you might be thinking, but please… wait for a while, okay?”

You knew exactly what he meant. As if he could read your mind. Your cheeks began to flush because you’re embarrassed. Of course Armin didn’t want to rush things. You knew he had other things on his mind, things that were more important at the time. 

You touched his cheek with your hand and leaned in for a kiss. It started out sweet with his lips moving against yours. Armin pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. You moved to straddle his laps when his tongue slid in between your lips, catching you off guard. You squealed, making him chuckle, but none of you let go. You were both engrossed in each other’s touches.

The kiss ended when you ran out of breath. Your forehead rested against Armin’s. On the other hand, Armin looked like he was still in a daze. He just stared into your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. You eventually moved to sit next to him.

“Armin, wake up.” You pecked his lips once. “Come on now, baby.”

Armin blinked several times before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Sorry, (Y/N). That was… God, it was marvelous.”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. You loved his blond hair, how soft and bouncy it felt between your fingers. Armin just hummed and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and exhaled. 

“Let’s just… stay here for awhile, alright? Let me know if you’re cold. We can head back then.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to leave the place either. The sound of the waves crashing, people enjoying themselves on the other side of the beach, Armin’s soft breath against your skin, his earthy and woody scent, his hand resting on your knees. It was almost perfect in its tranquility.. You’d freeze the time if you could.  

After a while, you and Armin were practically glued to each other for the rest of the picnics. After you had finished all of the snacks and drinks (aside from strawberries, Armin also packed some cookies and a big bottle of iced tea), you decided to leave the beach. Armin held your hand again, all the way to the car. 

Armin did offer you to have dinner at a restaurant, but you declined. Instead, you suggested going through the drive thru and eating at your place. Armin agreed. You stopped by McDonald’s and ordered two cheeseburgers, fries, and cola. You wanted to pay for the meal for once, but Armin wouldn’t let you. 

You reached your apartment building in no time, since it was close to McDonald’s. As always, Armin continued to hold your hand as his other hand brought the huge paper bag, containing your food and drinks.

“As I said, my apartment is not the tidiest one, but welcome.” You opened your door for him.

“No worries, (Y/N). It’s a lovely place you got here.” Armin stepped inside. “Where should I put the food?”

“Oh, just put it on the coffee table.” You said as you shut the door. You made your way to the kitchen and asked, “Would you like another drink? I know we got cola, but if you want water or anything…”

“I’m alright.” Armin stood in the middle of your living room and looked around.

For a split second you felt embarrassed by the state of your apartment. It’s not that bad, but you could have at least returned a few books to the bookcases or cleaned the mirror and windows. You loved the open floor plan in your unit, but it also meant that your guests could see clutter all over your place. 

Even though Armin didn’t ask for it, you got him a glass of water. You both sat on the sofa and started munching on your food. Armin told you about the small apartment he rented while he was studying abroad, how the heater didn’t really work and how his neighbor down the hall kept blasting reggae music every morning. The food didn’t last long; before you knew it, you were down to a few french fries and half of your cola. On the other hand, Armin had already finished all of his meal.

“Thanks for the meal, Armin.” You said while wiping the corner of your mouth with a  tissue.

“No problem, (Y/N). Wait, you missed a spot.” Armin reached out to wipe a splotch of mustard from your cheek. He then took a tissue and wiped his thumb, still staring at you.

“Did I miss another spot?”

Armin shook his head, “No, it’s just… I would really love to kiss you again.”

“Why do you always ask?”

“I figure I should ask for your permission. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want me to do.”

“Well, if that’s the case,” you leaned in, “I give you permission to kiss me whenever you want.”

Almost immediately, Armin crashed his lips against yours. He didn’t hesitate and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth. You climbed up to his laps, one hand on his shoulder, the other running through his hair, pulling it softly. Armin groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You couldn’t help but grind down on him a little bit.

Armin pulled away from the kiss, “Oh (Y/N), dear god…”

“Is there something wrong?” You asked him, panting.

“No. I just… it felt good.”

“You mean this?” You grinded down again.

Armin sighed and closed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” 

“Is it okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t…” Armin lowered his gaze to where you were grinding. “Do you want to… you know…”

You tilted your head, acting like you didn’t understand what he was saying.

“(Y/N), dear, can I touch you? Down there?” Armin asked you desperately. His blue eyes were clouded and there was nothing but lust in them. 

Armin didn’t waste another minute after you nodded. He kissed you again as he laid you down on the sofa. His hand roamed, touching your cheek, your neck, your chest, and all the way down to the pooling heat where you needed him the most. 

He ended up sleeping over at your place, holding you in his arms all night.

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old music i thot was real #2

[mfmilligan]

In the Midst #2

I don’t know why in the two and a half months I’ve been here, I haven’t thought to find a radio or anything that plays music. All this time, I’ve been living in unbearable silence and hating it so much. It just makes me so paranoid about going anywhere or being alone. Leaves too much room for my mind to imagine things that would make me more scared. If I had something that could play music, news, or literally anything, things would be a little better.

     I’ve also been thinking I ought to explore more. Like really explore. As is evident by the partial list I gave last time, a lot of this town remains a mystery to me. Mostly because I just walk the streets. Knowing no one is around doesn’t make the buildings any less ominous. Instead, it makes the houses feel like they could be sentient. It’s as if now that no one’s around, the houses have woken up and are watching everything – watching me.

     Anyway, I don’t like going inside. But once I have something to break the silence and save my sanity, I should. There could be useful things in the houses, schools, and offices. If nothing else, there might be clues as to what this world is. Its history, its people.

     If there were people. There would have to be people, right? Why else would all this be here? You can’t have architecture without someone to build it.

     Spent all day and nearly gave up, but I have music!

     First, I looked around the mall. I’d been through every store before, but I just wanted to double-check. When I didn’t find anything, I moved onto the downtown area. It has more restaurants and clothing boutiques, but I figured it was worth a shot. Then I was at the edge of Daisy Hill, checking every little place I could.

     By then, that very faint hiss you hear in town sounded louder. I’m sure it was just me freaking out inside, but it really did feel like something in the air was closing in on me. Trying to block my ears to anything else. It got to the point where I was too dizzy to walk. Plopped under a tree, I looked over at the identical cream houses of Daisy Hill, fearing today would be the day when I’d know them better.

     But as I rose, I saw something lying on the sand of a nearby playground (Blue Jay Playground = explored). It was a Walkman with headphones. At least, that’s what it looked like. The lettering for the brand name was mushed and illegible. That didn’t matter, though. Immediately I tried turning it on. Success! It worked without a hitch and it’s what I’m listening to as I write.

     The only downsides are these. I have no cassettes and even if I did, I wouldn’t know exactly how to use them (I was very small when they were still popular). On top of that, there are only two radio stations. One is constant static. And the other plays, well, Weather Channel music. Very 80s and 90s smooth jazz fusion stuff. I mean, it’s not the worst, but…I don’t know. It’s just bland and it makes me kinda sad.

     It makes me think of Uncle Jerry.

     He was one of the only relatives I have clear memories of. Probably because he was the only relative who was comfortable hanging out with his small nieces and nephews. Tall and robust, he wore only Hawaiian and polo shirts, a flat cap, and colored sunglasses. He was always either golfing or bowling. And wherever he took us, he’d always play The Rippingtons – one of those bands you’d expect to hear on the Weather Channel. The music bored me to death, but I liked being with Uncle Jerry, so I’d sit through every minute of saxophone and synths.

     He was the only one who noticed something different about me back then.

     “You look out the window a lot, kid. What do you see?”

     “What everyone else sees.”

     “No one seems quite as interested in it as you.”

     I shrugged. “I imagine things, too.”

     “Like finding shapes in the clouds?”

     “Hmm…” I caught my attention slipping and forced myself to look at him. “Not really. Sometimes I imagine stories. Other times I just…drift. I kinda go places.”

     He nodded. “You know, your mind is a powerful thing. Sometimes it’s scary, too. It can fill you with bad and sad thoughts. Or it can wander so far you feel lost.”

     Lost as in I feel like I’ve left my body? Like I can’t find my way back? I didn’t say any of these things out loud. Instead, I asked, “How do you get…un-lost?”

     Uncle Jerry turned up the volume.  

      “Music!” He tapped the rhythm on the steering wheel. “When everything in your head is big and loud or you don’t know where you are, you blare it all out with music. It brings you back to earth without bringing you down.”

     I don’t remember if I responded to him or not. Or if I went back to staring out the window. But I suppose I took his words to heart because I listened to music a lot more after that. I didn’t sense any magical changes, but music did keep me grounded. Especially in the teen years when nothing seemed to go right and all I wanted was to run away from everything.

     By then, however, it was too late to thank him for the advice. He died when I was ten.

     Sheesh…what am I doing talking about family stuff at a time and place like this? Nothing about my life before means anything here. Here I am, full of these old memories, thoughts, and experiences, and not a single one of them makes sense in this place. This world with no past and no future…

     I wish I wasn’t alone.

     Woke up from a bad dream. Heard something from beyond the fountain. I got up and walked over there and, as usual, saw no one. But a mannequin had tipped forward and was leaning against the display window. Must have lost its balance. The sound of it hitting the glass was probably what I heard.

     Nothing to worry about. Going back to sleep.

     I was going to explore today anyway, but I think it’d be best if I was out of the mall all day.

     The store with the tipped-over mannequin is a mess. All the mannequins were on the floor when I checked the store. A lot of clothes racks were thrown over, too. And there’s a big crack running along the back wall.

     For my sanity’s sake, I’m going to assume I slept through a little earthquake.

     There’s nobody else here so no one could have done this.

     There’s nobody else here so no one could have done this.

     There’s nobody else here so no one could have done this.

     No one.

     I’ve got my Walkman and I’m going out. There’d better not be anything else happening at the mall while I’m gone. If there is…well, I don’t know what I’ll do. Except maybe find somewhere else to sleep. If it was an earthquake, then that’s just another factor I have to live with.

     If it – god, this is going to sound so stupid. But if it’s the world itself doing stuff, then I guess I’d better learn its rules quick. And if it’s anything else, like some creature I haven’t seen yet –

     No, I can’t go there. Stop thinking these kinds of thoughts. Nothing has happened for two months. Nothing will happen. I’ve lived here long enough to know that nothing ever happens in this place.

     I’m just going to listen to the stupid jazz and explore. Everything will be fine.

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