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a sinner i am

If its so wrong, why does it feel so good?

trope: Boyfriend's Dad PP character: Joel Miller x f reader summary: Your boyfriend Shawn Miller and his dad Joel bring you along to Hawaii for Christmas vacation. Things don't go as planned.

warning: 10/10 on the sexual tension scale, slowishh burn, kissing, grinding, cheating on your bf (but it’s cool, cuz its with Joel and everything is fictional in this universe), alternative universe b/c daddy miller stays alive and hates golf and he has a son named Shawn, no Sarah. rating: E

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part i : takeoff

The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been, and all the memories we’ve made along the way. - author unknown

"Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." - Bella Jewel

Your boyfriend Shawn brings over two iced coffees as the two of you work on a crossword together at your local coffee shop. You have been filling in the squares quickly.

"Thanks babe," you say warmly as you take the coffee from him. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking a seat next to you. 

"Damn, you're fast this mornin'," he says when he sees all you've filled in. It's a tradition for the two of you; weekend crosswords over coffee. It's nice. It's domestic. 

It's a little boring. 

You're college sweethearts who met your sophomore year and have been inseparable since. And while the love is still very much there the butterflies have unfortunately been hibernating for a while. 

It's normal, you tell yourself when you sometimes zone out during sex. It's normal when you've been together with someone so long. 

"It's so nice to be doing this instead of college essays," you say. 

"Fuck yeah it is." 

This is your first summer of freedom without the threat of schoolwork looming in the near distance. Shawn is starting his master's in the fall and you've just accepted a position at the local museum. 

“Just think I’ll actually be able to enjoy Christmas this year,” you tease. “Unlike someone who’ll be working on essays.”

“Hey now,” Shawn says with mock offence. “I’ll be able to enjoy my Christmas just fine. Actually, my dad wants to celebrate Christmas somewhere warm this year. He's talkin' about some resort in Hawaii."

Shawn comes from money, the son of the infamous Joel Miller of The Miller Company, the premiere construction firm in Texas. This means expensive vacations, nice cars, all of that is normal for him. You meanwhile have had to work hard for everything you have.

Being left behind at Christmas seems strangely unkind for the normally thoughtful head of the Miller family. Shawn's dad has always treated you like one of the family so this news is unexpected.

"Have a great time," you say trying not to be jealous. "Bring me back some chocolate macadamia nuts."

You can admit that even though both Shawn and his father are humble, kind men, you're always a bit bitter that they live so nicely. Leaving you out of their holiday vacation seems especially unkind. 

"He's taking both of us babe," Shawn says with a grin. "You think he's gonna leave you behind on Christmas? After you’ve spent the last six with us?" 

Christmas in Hawaii? Is this a dream? Your pencil lays forgotten on the table as you gape open-jawed at your boyfriend. 

"Are you serious?"

"Babe," Shawn says meaningfully. "My dad likes you better than he likes me. Of course you're invited."

You've always gotten along with Joel. It's impossible not to. He's friendly, funny and charming. There's a reason he's good at his job. And you're a good girl, a kind girlfriend to his son with clear career ambitions. 

A smile breaks out over your features and you pull Shawn into a tight hug. He chuckles, embracing you back, kissing your cheek. 

"Make sure you don’t overpack, okay?" He murmurs in your ear as you giggle. “I don’t feel like helping you haul six bags of shoes for a week-long trip.”

Thoughts of lounging by the pool with a drink in one hand and a magazine in the other while the Hawaiian sun beats down on you is all too enticing. You kiss him fiercely, imagining the time together.

"I can't wait." 

The two of you finish the crossword puzzle all the while talking about the drinks and food and the excursions you'll both take. 

"Maybe once I've got a handle on school we can think about findin' an apartment in the new year," Shawn broaches, his hand over yours.

Sex fades, but this? This domestic stuff you have with Shawn? That's special. That's love. 

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

He gives you a smile, that dimple poking out of his cheek that makes you swoon.

"Ready to go?" Shawn asks, extending his hand to you when your coffees are drained. 

"Yeah," you say with your hand taking his. "Let's go."

When December twentieth announces itself with a thunderstorm you couldn’t care less because you’re at the airport. Your large rolling bag bag is stuffed with cute outfits, swimsuits and even some snorkelling gear. 

"Feels like you got a dead body in here," Shawn laughs as he struggles with the two bags, handing you yours before swinging an arm around your shoulders. 

"I wanted to be prepared."

"Let's go my little Girl Scout," he laughs with a gentle kiss to your temple. You both check in and then find your boarding gate. 

"I'm gonna grab breakfast, you want anything?" Shawn asks as he parks you and the suitcases by the gate full of noisy travellers. 

"Nah, I'm good." 

Shawn jogs off in the direction of a Starbucks you passed on your way in. 

Out the larger windows you can see planes taking off. You've never flown before; you thought that you'd be excited. But at the first view of those planes out the window you feel your stomach drop. 

They’re so big and bulky. How does it fly properly? It couldn’t. What if people shift around too much in their seats? Surely this can’t be a safe form of travel!

You pull out your phone, distracting yourself with a game. You try for several moments but your eyes keep being drawn to the huge planes outside. You grimace, wondering if you should have gotten your doctor to prescribe you something for anxiety. 

"Cheer up," a voice says. "You look like you're goin' to prison, not a five star resort." 

You glance over to see Shawn's dad, Joel, at the other side of you, an amused look on his handsome face. He's wearing jeans and a faded grey Longhorns t-shirt. You're momentarily thrown as normally you see him in dress pants and button downs for work. 

"I'm excited for the resort, just not the giant metal death box hurling through the air that is my only means of getting there." 

"Touche."

Shawn jokes about Joel liking you better then he likes him, but the truth is you and Joel are very similar. Your senses of humour, your ability to read people, your tendency to see the worst in people before they prove themselves worthy.

Shawn is more like his mom, sweet and naive at times, always seeing the good in people. It's ironic considering which parent stuck around to raise him and which one escaped the country six years after Shawn was born. 

Joel takes the empty seat next to you, his kneecap kissing yours as he pulls out his phone. 

"Never flown before," you explain. 

"Ah, I see," Joel puts his phone in his pocket, his attention fully fixed on your face. "Well what if I told you it's actually the safest way to travel?"

"I'd call you a liar."

Joel chuckles richly, his hand falling to your knee and squeezing as he laughs. 

"I promise you, I wouldn't take you on anything unsafe. And if all that's not good enough, you'll have Shawn beside you holding your hand the whole time."

You grin at that, nodding. The thought of Shawn being there does help your anxiety. Joel smiles back, eyes crinkling in the corners. 

"Thank you so much for inviting me along in this trip, Joel. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii."

"S'a beautiful place," Joel nods. "And you don't need to thank me. You're practically family at this point." 

Shawn returns with a muffin and two coffees in hand. 

"Hey dad, got you a coffee," Shawn says handing it to his father. 

"Thanks," Joel says gratefully. Just then the intercom alert sounds 

"Good afternoon passengers.This is the announcement for flight 82B for Oahu, Hawaii. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.”

“That’s us.”

The lineup goes uncomfortably fast. You stand beside Sean who is talking to Joel behind you, the two of them deep in conversation about football, a subject you couldn't care less about. You are still too preoccupied with the flight, being surrounded by almost all strangers sailing through the sky. 

You're not a fan of heights. So when you get to the door of the plane you hesitate, willing your foot to move. When it doesn't and the flight attendants shoot you a confused look, you feel yourself start to panic. 

Shawn has gone on ahead to grab your seats and place your carry-on bag in the overhead bin, not noticing that you're not behind him. A large hand flies to the small of your back, a comforting gesture. Joel. He rubs there, soothing you. 

"You'll be okay darlin'," he rumbles in your ear. "Remember, it’s safer than drivin' a car."

“Liar.”

Joel’s deep chuckle makes you grin and you allow Joel to gently prod you onto the plane, shooting the waiting attendants grateful looks for their patience. He takes his seat near the front, watching as you make your way to your seat next to Shawn. As you buckle in a thought occurs to you and you move your voice to a whisper.

"Isn't it gonna be kinda weird with us being there all week with just your dad? I mean, sharing the place and all?" 

"Nah, he made sure the rooms were far apart. Plus, he invited his girlfriend to come along so I doubt we'll see much of him."

Joel is a chronic workaholic, often pulling late nights and working on his phone. You’ve seen him out and about with beautiful women at the events Shawn takes you to but never formally dating them. You always assumed to be a lifelong bachelor. You wouldn't blame him, especially after what he's been through with Shawn's mother. 

"I didn't know he had a girlfriend," you say honestly. "Good for him."

"A couple months now," your boyfriend tells you. "You know my dad, mister private. But he took me to dinner and told me about her so I think he's getting serious." 

"That's really sweet," you say honestly. You want nothing but the best for him. 

All of a sudden the plane starts to jiggle, sending people stumbling down the aisles and others gasping in surprise. You reach over and grab Shawn's hand, trying to regulate your breathing. 

"Not so tight, babe," Shawn complains before gently sliding his hand from under yours. "You scratched me with your nails."

"Sorry," you mumble, eyes closed as the jostling of the plane continues.  

You tighten your seat belt before gripping the seat arms so tightly that your knuckles are white. Sean squeezes your kneecap, murmuring that everything will be okay and that you’re safe. You keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on the soothing sounds of his words.

Eventually the plane enters smooth skies and the seat belt sign is turned off. Despite this you remain keyed up, sitting stiffly as Shawn fades into a nap. 

"Excuse me, Miss?"

You crack open an eye to see a beautiful redheaded flight attendant bending down towards you with a glass of what appears to be whisky in her hand.  She extends it towards you and you take it confused.

"This is from the gentleman in A-1. He says to take this and you'll be relaxed for the rest of the flight." 

You look up a few rows to see Joel giving you a brief wave. You thank the women before raising it towards Joel in a Cheers motion. 

Drink it. Joel mouths. 

Yes, sir. You mouth back complete with a stiff fake salute before tossing back the drink. 

He grins at you before settling back in his seat. 

The drink does the job. 

"Here we are."

The cab drops the three of you in front of the beach resort. When you step out the air is fragrant with the scent of flowers. You wait while Joel checks you all in before he's back, motioning for you both to follow. 

There's the main section of the resort with luxurious hotel rooms. The more secluded section contains a variety of self contained houses that dot the waterfront. Its reserved for people who have unlimited credit card limits and drive cars that cost more than your parents first home.

When you arrive to your unit, your eyes are ready to bug out of your head. It's massive, as far as vacation rentals go. When you all step into the air conditioned unit you have to take a moment to take it all in. 

The beach house is beautiful with floor to ceiling windows, stunning tile floors and tasteful furniture. All of this is topped off with spectacular views of the beach outside your door. 

A plate of sliced pineapple and chilled wine sits on the kitchen table, along with a note that Joel reads when he wanders over. 

"Welcome note," he explains when he sees you looking at it. "I knew the owner back in trade school." 

You and Shawn nod, your boyfriends hand trailing down your back gently. It's much the same as what Joel did back at the airplane, but it feels different. You trail your suitcase behind you hearing the clack of it against the stone floor as you move around the room. 

"Wow." 

It's all you can utter as the three of you tour the rest of the unit. There’s a simple kitchen with an expensive looking coffee machine and a brand new bag of kona coffee waiting to be used.  The living room holds a table and four chairs, a few board games and a list of nearby places to visit along with the wifi code.  The couch is simple, placed in front of a large television that you’re sure you won’t use.

"My bedrooms on the right," Joel tells you both. "Yours it's on the left. We're sharin’ a bathroom, sorry about that. Pretty common in these places." 

Who cares about sharing a bathroom when you're in one of the most beautiful places you've ever been? Even the bathroom is beautiful with its high waterfall shower head and sleek marble. This place must have cost a fortune for the week. 

Joel encourages you both to take a look at your room down the hall and you don't hesitate to take Shawn's hand, dragging him there. Shawn pushes open the door to the bedroom and you can't hold in your shriek. 

"Holy shit! It's gorgeous!" 

The big windows overlook the ocean, the late afternoon beach beckoning to you. The bed is large and plush with white sheets, and framed prints of Oahu sunsets. Its spacious, the bed so large it looks like two giant beds pushed together. The closet is spacious and boats dozens of wood coat hangers.

“Wood, because it’s classy,” you tell Shawn in amusement who is already unpacking his suitcase while you continue to stare in a daze. 

"You like it?"

Joel is standing at the door frame, a shoulder balanced against it, watching you take it all in. He's smiling at you in that gentle, sweet way of his that makes you feel cared for. 

You're suddenly overcome with gratitude and you streak over to him. 

"Thank you, Joel!" You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. "This is the most beautiful place I've ever been."

Joel laughs along with Shawn at your embrace and enthusiasm, holding you around the middle and hoisting you in his arms. Your face presses into his neck as he squeezes you, and the scent of leather and sandalwood envelops you. 

You've never really hugged Joel before. Maybe a polite side hug during family events, a high-five during baseball games and even once a hard push to his shoulder when he made fun of you for being afraid of a spider that had gotten into the house. 

But you've never had your front pressed to his, never really felt the muscles of his back and arms, seen the tendons in his neck or realized just how big his hands are when they squeeze your waist before lowering you.  

"I guess that means you like it," he says, red-faced. You pull back, embarrassed at your overzealous response. 

Shawn and his dad are very similar in their looks. Except Shawn is clean-shaven while Joel has a beard and Shawn's eyes are hazel like his mom's while Joel's are the darkest brown you've ever seen. You've never really noticed how dark until this very moment. 

You shoot him a cheery thank you again before smiling and skipping over to Shawn announcing that you'll unpack as well. 

"You two enjoy, I gotta make a few calls but then we can head out to dinner."

"Sounds great," Shawn says as he searches for his phone charger. 

Joel closes the door behind him and you turn to your boyfriend. You can't explain it but you feel turned on. The Hawaiian air must be doing something to you because

You crawl towards where he kneels unpacking. You grin, feeling the pulse of desire hitting you below the navel. You kneel beside him, dropping your voice to a husky murmur. 

"Should we break the bed in?" 

An hour later the three of you are sitting at a local eatery. Joel and Shawn are talking with one another while you scan the busy restaurant. 

Couples, families, all laughing and cheerful. And why wouldn't they? This is Paradise after all. But you don't feel anything like it, if anything, you feel like a little black rain cloud. 

Shawn turned down your earlier advances, citing that he was too tired. The problem is for the past three months Shawn has been too tired most of the time. At first he blamed grad school but when you pointed out he still made lots of time for gaming with best friends Brian and Kevin he'd been quick to explain that gaming relaxed him. 

That conversation had gone over about as well as a turd in the punch bowl. You remember being so hurt at what you felt was a slight against you. Weren't you relaxing? Weren't you something that made him happy? 

So yeah, you had hoped that this little vacation might stir some of that old spark back. But maybe you were too eager. You had just arrived at the place after all. Maybe you were being unfair. Still, the rejection stung.

"Thought we could do all the tourist-y shit while we're here," Joel says after you've all placed your orders. "Luau, sunset cruise."

"Snorkelling?" Shawn offers. 

"Hell yes," Joel nods grinning. "ATV tour too."

The Millers like to have fun. They also like to keep busy. It's like second nature to them to be off on adventures or activities. You meanwhile plan on spending lots of time by the pool or the beach, reading and drinking. 

"What about you, darlin'?" Joel asks between sips of whisky. "What're you hopin' to do?"

You know exactly what. The thing you've been dying to do since you were a kid at the aquarium. 

"I wanna swim with the turtles."

Shawn bursts into amused laughter beside you, and if you weren't already irritated with him before, you certainly are now. He grins at you not understanding that you're secretly furious with him. 

"Turtles? Really?"

"What's wrong with turtles?"

"Seems kinda babyish doesn't it?"

"What's babyish about liking animals?" Joel cuts in. "You forgetting about the time we wouldn't let you in the petting zoo and you threw your shoe at me?"

"I was five, dad."

"Yeah well, some things don't change," Joel says with a smirk. "Still throwin' tantrums when you don't get your way."

"Fuck off old man," Shawn says through chuckles. “Don’t forget I’m your only child. I pick which retirement home I’m gonna stick you in when your mind goes.”

“Little bastard,” Joel mutters, trying to hold back a loud laugh.

He settles for tossing a drink umbrella in Shawn’s direction, chuckling when Shawn dodges it easily. You can't help but laugh along with him, your bad mood fading. 

By the time dessert arrives you're all several glasses of wine in reminiscing about Shawn's last attempt at surfing. 

"I've gotten better," he exclaims. “I swear.”

"Yeah well we'll see about that," Joel says paying the check. "Alright team, let's head back and get some shut eye. This old man needs it." 

You roll your eyes at that. Joel isn't even fifty and even if he was he's about the best looking man his age bracket and younger. You've seen the way women stare at him, whispering, blushing when he looks their way. He is not what you’d qualify as old.

The three of you arrive back at the unit to the sound of nighttime creatures croaking and buzzing. 

"Alright I'll meet you two out here tomorrow morning around nine. We can go to the excursion desk and plan the week. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, night Dad."

"Night Joel."

The three of you part ways into the opposite bedrooms. Shawn nuzzles your neck gently kissing there. He always does that when he's been drinking. You smile delightedly at this, eager to get into bed.

When the lights are off and the two of you have slipped off your clothes and under the covers you roll towards him, peppering his face with soft kisses. 

"It's late, babe," he murmurs, kissing you sweetly but with finality. 

"We're on vacation," you remind him, slipping your hand under his boxers.

You feel him slowly start to harden in your grip. You hear his breath hitch and you smile, knowing those sounds so intimately. You tug off your panties and slide onto his lap, preparing to ride him. 

"Fuck me," you whisper, hips grinding against his. "Wanna feel your cock in me."

“Baby, no.”

Shawn pulls you off of him and you tumble into the bed next to him, feeling your cheeks grow hot with humiliation.

"My dad is right across the hall," Shawn hisses. “I don’t want him hearing us.”

Rejection never sits well with you and immediately you feel yourself growing defensive. 

"You're dad is gonna be across the hall the whole week, Shawn,” you whisper angrily. “So what, we're not going to have fuck this entire trip?"

"We'll have sex," Shawn said rolling his eyes. "Just not when my dad is ten feet away sharing a fuckin' bathroom with us."

Bullshit. Another excuse to put off the intimacy that’s been dwindling for months. You push yourself from the bed, tugging on your dress from earlier. Shawn leans up on his elbows, giving you a look of concern.

"Where are you going?"

"A walk."

"I'll c---"

"No," you say sharp as a knife. "I want to go alone." 

You stalk out of the house, eyes glossy with hurt and anger. That's the thing they don't tell you about relationships that have gone on so long -- both partners need to work to keep the fires going. 

You make your way to the beach along the softly lit pathway. Its well after midnight and the resort is quiet; the lights dimmed or off entirely. You take a seat on a nearby rock, listening to the gentle sound of the evening waters lapping by the shore. You're very excited to go swimming tomorrow. To feel the warm sand underneath your feet. 

You can hear noise coming from the far end of the resort. You remember over dinner Joel going through the resort map on his phone, letting you know what amenities they had. He had told you both about the dance club the resort had.

Shawn had immediately laughed, stating that he’d take a pass on it.  Shawn hates dancing. You tried to get him to do dance lessons with you once but he wouldn't even give it a shot. 

Right now it seems all you can do is focus on Sean's flaws. You know that he's a decent man, you know the treats you well, but there are these bugaboos these irritants that can't help frustrate you right now. 

"Fuck it," you murmur to yourself, raising yourself from the sand and brushing it from your sundress. You follow the sound of the music, stopping in front of a door with blinking lights. A man in a blue Hawaiian shirt smiles at you when you approach. 

"Aloha, may I ask your Unit number?"

"Number 4, under Miller."

The man types into his computer before nodding, opening the door for you. You step into the darkness, letting your eyes adjust to the blue lights and colourful dance floor. The speakers are playing typical vacation music with a heavy bass.

Bodies writhe on the dance floor, half naked in revealing dresses or in the men's case, unbuttoned shirts. You order a drink at the bar, taking it with you as you scout the area for a free chair. A hand on your wrist surprises you.

"Joel?"

Joel is seated at one of the small circle tables nursing what appears to be a tumbler of Scotch. He motions for you to take the free chair next to him and you do gratefully falling into it, your arm bumping his. 

"What are you doin' here? Since when does Shawn dance?" He asks over the bass, grinning. He looks a bit tipsy, his neck red. 

"He doesn't, I'm here alone. I needed to blow off some steam," you tell him over the music. 

"Me too," he says loudly back. "Couldn't sleep. Too excited, I guess." 

You nod, looking back at the dance floor wistfully. Everyone looks like they're having such a fun time, their worries and concerns far away from them as they undulate to the rhythm of the music.  Joel takes another sip of his drink, watching you from the corner of his eyes. 

You wish Shawn was here with you, you wish he was spinning you around on the dance floor. You wish it was like those early years where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

"You and Shawn doin' okay?"

Joel's voice cuts into your confusing thoughts. You glance his way.

"Why do you ask?"

"Cuz I'm a dad," Joel. "And I've been married. And I know what tension between two people looks like." 

You sigh heavily, your mind drifting to earlier. You don’t answer Joel because what would you tell him? You can’t tell your boyfriend’s dad that you’re worried his son is growing distant. You can’t tell him that your sex life has been disintegrating for the past several months. Instead you just shrug.

"You two talked about marriage?"

"What? No.”

You and Shawn have been together a long time, but you have no intention of settling down anytime soon. Sean is still doing his masters and you're loving your job at the museum.

"Good. No, not like that," Joel amends when he sees your stricken expression. "I just mean you're both so young."

"You were younger than us when you got married.”

"Yeah and look where that got me," he says with a scoff. 

"Yeah, well, I think it's just been a long time and we're hitting a rough patch. Nothing we can't overcome," you add quickly. "It's just hard sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah," Joel nods. "I know." 

The two of you lapse into silence, watching the twirling, shouting, laughing people swan around you. You shouldn’t be glum, you should be experiencing life!

"You wanna dance?"

His voice is low and husky in your ear. You start, surprised to see Joel inches from your face. You know he's speaking so close to you because it's so loud in here, but it doesn't stop your pulse from ticking at the shock. 

"Don't really know how.”

"Shit reason. C'mon."

Joel throws back the rest of his drink and drags you onto the dance floor. You laugh as he spins you, both of you almost knocking into an older couple who are taking the dance very seriously. They shoot you both a nasty look and you and Joel have to work hard to muffle your laughter. 

"You're gonna get us kicked out!"

"Nah," Joel shakes his head, spinning you again but closer to him. "I'm too charmin’."

"You think pretty highly of yourself don't you?"

Joel shrugs, laughing as the song ends. Another quick one begins and Joel looks serious. 

"I'm gonna teach you some moves Shawn's mom taught me."

"Okay."

You're surprised, he doesn't really mention Shawn's mother very often. 

You watch as Joel attempts to teach you some simple dance moves. You don't know if it's the stuffy club, the drinks running through your veins or the fact that you're dancing with your boyfriend's dad, but you can't really focus on the steps.

"I give up," you moan after the fifth failed attempt at a two-step. 

"You ain't a quitter," Joel assures you, trying to spin you slowly so you can get your footing. 

You never realized that Joel was such a good dancer. Watching him move his tall body is strangely hypnotizing, mainly because you never expected a man that broad and muscular to move so fluidly. 

"Atta girl," he says proudly when you get some of the footing correct. 

You smirk when you see the women nearby watching him, shooting him smiles. But his focus is on you, teaching you the moves and assuring you: it's alright darlin', we'll get you there just take your time. 

You're having so much fun with him you barely realize that an hour has gone by and you can only tell when you realize the back of your neck is damp with sweat. 

You're about to announce your heading back to the unit when the beat slows and many trickle off the dance floor. It's a slow song, and only the couples remain in the glowing dance floor. 

You go to step off when you feel Joel spin you again, back into his arms. You smile breathlessly up at him, the two of you shiny from perspiration from the dancing and the warm crowded space. 

Joel is looking at you strangely, his eyes luminous in the reflection of the twinkling club lights. When he slides a hand at your lower back and urges your hands around his neck you don't hesitate. You lace your fingers there, shifting from foot to foot.

You feel strange to be dancing with Joel. And not because he makes you feel uncomfortable, it's the opposite, actually. You feel almost too comfortable. Joel’s eyes are trailing over your face, sometimes highlighted by the flash of the DJ’s lights.

“You talked to Shawn about all that’s botherin’ you and this rough patch?” Joel asks out of nowhere.

He looks vulnerable; unlike the Joel you know who is all smiles and jokes.

“Kinda,” you say shyly, looking over his shoulder. “It’s just hard. . . We can both get pretty defensive. Plus, I wonder if I’m maybe being unfair. He’s in school and everything.”

“Uh huh, and you started that museum job didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty demanding job, ain’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Joel gives you a look as he rocks you both from side to side

“Can I say somethin’ you might not wanna hear?”

You nod.

“In my experience, it takes two people to make a relationship. Not one puttin’ in all the effort while the other one has his or her head in the sand.”  

You nod slowly, absorbing his words. The song ends and Joel releases his hands you’re your waist before he announces he has to hit the washroom. You head to the bar for a glass of water and to wait for him. 

"Hi beautiful." 

An Australian man around Joel's age with a moustache is leaning against the bar next to you. His eyes are bleary and red-rimmed, his cheeks ruddy. He’s obviously very drunk. You give a forced smile before going back to wait for your water.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks," you answer quickly. "Just getting water." 

"How about a dance then?"

"I'm good," you say forcing a polite smile. You’re facing away from him, eyes on the bartender hoping he notices you.  

"C'mon beautiful," the man insists, eyes sliding over your chest in a very obvious way. "I'm a good dancer too. Could give you lots of lessons." 

"She said no."

Joel's voice is there, having clearly come back from the bathroom. You step backwards and before you know it Joel is sliding his arm protectively around you.  You glance up to see Joel's face contorted into a mask of fury. His teeth are bared like some wild animal and he grips you tightly to him. 

"Sorry man," The guy says holding his hands up in surrender towards Joel. "Didn't know she was taken." 

Joel sneers before leading you out of the club. The cool air is a welcome reprieve when you step outside, breathing deeply. 

"That place is nothin' but perverts," Joel growls as the two of you make your way back along the beach in the direction of your unit. 

"Joel,  you were there," you say giggling. "That make you a pervert?"

"Ha ha."

You walk quietly along the shoreline, confused as to how you can feel this good when just an hour ago it felt like everything was falling apart. Maybe it’s the drink in your veins, maybe its Hawaii, or maybe it’s just Joel.

"Watch it--"

Joel takes your hand when you stumble over a rock in the semi darkness. You let him, not dropping it even when your walking evens out. It feels nice to walk hand in hand with him, it feels safe. He doesn't let go of your hand either as you continue along, your shoes making dual footprints in the sand. 

"Thanks for in there," you say. “I hate creepy guys like that.”

"Was nothin'," he says, then he drops your hand after a moment. "Shawn would have done the same."

"No, he wouldn't have." 

It slips out before you can stop yourself. Joel stops in the sand, his concern there in his face. It’s clear that what you’ve said has upset him.

"What?"

"He doesn't like confrontation, you know that," you say with a shrug. "And I like that about him."

"You do?" Joel challenges. "Really?" 

"Sometimes." 

Honestly you’ve never enjoyed the men who start fights for no reason, who act like cavemen when someone looks at their girlfriend. Shawn is too smart for that, too above it to engage with assholes like that. But you have to admit that there was a part of you that found Joel’s actions inside the club to be a bit attractive. Is that the word? Would you really call your boyfriend’s father attractive?

You look at him standing there, his grey t-shirt clinging to his muscles and wide shoulders, the muscular thighs in denim and you think, fuck, yeah he is attractive. You knew he wasn’t ugly, you’d just never looked at him like that. Like he was a man outside of being Shawn’s dad.

"I come from a time when you take care of what's yours." Joel runs a hand through his messy curls. "If you were mine I wouldn't let anyone talk to you the way that man did, let alone touch you." 

If you were mine. 

You can't understand why but you're nipples tighten under your dress at those words. The possessiveness in Joel's voice is so dark and husky. He’s looking off into the dark like he’s really upset.

"If I was yours," you murmur. 

His glazed eyes move from the beach over to your face. You’re standing so close to one another and you can see his chest rising and falling quickly as he breathes. His scotch-coated breath huffs over your cheeks and you swear you’re getting drunker just inhaling it.

You must be, because why else would you be putting your hands on his shoulders. Why else would you be pressing your mouth to his? Why else would you be tracing his plush lips with your tongue and whimpering when he groans into your parted mouth?

And he must be drunk because he doesn’t pull away or hesitate. He dips his head and his hands wrap around your waist, bringing your body against him tightly. His palms slide over your skin, desperate to touch you everywhere as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You welcome it, going gooey in his arms, allowing him to take what he wants from you.   

He’s so fucking broad, so strong, so masculine. You gasp into his mouth when he grips your ass with his big hands, pulling your hips against his, circling them as he kisses you. You feel his hardened cock through the layers of fabric, straining against the zipper of his jeans, desperate to bury itself in your slick heat.

To be desired like this feels powerful. It feels like years since Shawn wanted you like this much. It makes you lean more into Joel, desperate to keep the sensation going. His hands are sliding under your dress, up your silken thigh and you tremble.

A splash sounds nearby in the water, a fish or something startling you both and you simultaneously break apart. You both take a step back from one another in the sand, eyes wide. Joel looks completely crazed.

“The fuck—what are we doin’?” Joel whispers, the regret clear in both your faces.

You bring your trembling hands to your warm cheeks and tears immediately spring to your waterline.

What have you just done?

“Oh my fuck, no no, I don’t – I don’t know why-“

You bend at the waist, hands braced on your knees as you start to hyperventilate. Joel is pacing up and down the sand, his silhouette barely seen in the darkness of night. You can see his feet pacing back and forth. . . back and forth . . . He stops when you let out a hiccup, on the verge of throwing up.

“Honey stop,” Joel says, a hand on your back, rubbing gently along your spine. “Calm down. Calm down, its okay.”

“I don’t know why I did that,” you say, tears streaming down your face and dropping into the sand below. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“S’not your fault,” Joel says, his voice even and calm. It makes you feel calm. And yet, guilt still bubbles up in your lungs, making a small sob escape.

 “I have to—you need to—I need to tell Shawn. Right now.”

“Hold on,” Joel says roughly, gripping you by the shoulder and urging you to stand. He peers into your face with a grim expression.

“You cannot tell Shawn anythin’.”

“I have to,” you whine.

“It’ll just hurt him,” Joel insists, nodding and hoping you’ll do the same. “It was a mistake. It was nothing, it was just the booze. We just drank too much and we were all hopped up on that asshole inside the club and we weren’t thinkin’.”

“Right,” you agree, relief sliding through every vein you possess as he lays it out for you. “That’s totally what it was. The drinking. We’re drunk.”

“Completely.”

“Okay. Good.”

You’re still shaken up by what just happened, still tipsy from the drinks. Joel runs an anxious hand through his curls, looking utterly wrecked.

“Let’s go back.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way back in silence. You still cannot believe what you did. You kissed your boyfriend’s father. You kissed him and he kissed you back. Fuck, you both must be utterly wasted. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll both forget it even happened. You would welcome the hangover from hell if it could erase the last fifteen minutes from both your minds for good.

Joel tugs open the sliding glass door, not able to look at you as you both pad towards the opposing doors. You glance over your shoulder to see Joel staring at you as you enter the bedroom where his son sleeps. You give him a sorrowful smile before closing the door.

You crawl under the covers, thankful that Shawn is asleep. You slip off the dress, your hair wild from dancing, your skin sticky with sweat, and your mouth still tasting of scotch. Your cunt flutters at the memory of the noises he made.

You roll onto your side, trying to drift to sleep. Shawn, still half-slumbering snuggles up against your back. His arm slips over your waist and he holds you, as he often holds you back home, gentle and tender and full of love.

“I’m sorry about before, babe,” he murmurs into your hair.

You feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You blink rapidly, closing your eyes and trying to swallow the guilt.

You know that Joel is in his bed right now similarly afflicted, thinking about how he did something so unforgivable and to his own son. Joel is the kindest dad you know; he loves his son more than anything. You know that what you both just did was awful and disgusting.

You also know that there is something deeply wrong with you because as you lay there in Shawn’s arms your pussy floods with memories of his father’s mouth on yours still vivid in your mind.  

do you guys want more of this? or should it be a one-shot? also trying a new aesthetic what do we tthink?

[wintfleur]

ꔫ sweet teasing and toothbrushes

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( a cute interaction with your sweet bf when you get him a toothbrush )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none that I know of. wc; 1.1k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I honestly have no idea what to say about this, it’s definitely not my best work. I was watching this cute tiktok and I got the idea to write this. was written while I was in the car, so it’s kinda rushed. I do hope you guys enjoy this! I also would like to happily announce that my requests are open!! ฅ́˘ฅ̀ )

It wasn't much of a surprise anymore, when you would come home to find your boyfriend occupying your apartment. He had his own key, it made things easier that way. When your classes ran late, he could let himself in, instead of waiting out in the hall for you to get back. When you lock yourself out, and that happened a lot, he was there to save the day. Plus, your apartment was closer to the airport, so it was just easier for him to come to yours after a late flight. 

So, when you unlocked your front door and heard the distant sound of the tv playing, you knew Lando was here. You quietly close the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and leaving them next to Lando's pair. You heard the sound of a golf game, and you couldn't help but laugh when you hear Lando talking to himself. You walk into the kitchen and set the grocery bags on the counter, the sound of a few mason jars hitting the counter alerts Lando of your presence. 

“Baby? Your home?” You hear Lando exclaim excitedly from the living room, seconds later you hear the sound of his pattering feet coming your way, like a cute puppy. Before you could even turn to look back at him, you feel his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest. 

“Hi Lan” You hummed as you started taking the ingredients for dinner and a few miscellaneous items out of the cloth bags. A giggle escapes past your lips when you feel your sweet boyfriend nuzzle his face into your neck. The feeling of his warm body, warming you up from the cold chill of outside. 

“Hi baby, what can I do to help?” Lando's sweet voice comes out muffled, littering your neck in soft kisses between his words. You could tell by his kisses and the way his hands went under your shirt to touch your skin that he had alternative motives, but you wouldn't let yourself get distracted by your boyfriend's ‘innocent’ touch. 

“Can you put our toothbrushes in the bathroom and toss the old one?” you smile cheekily, tilting your head to get a better look at him as you lift the plastic package that held two cute toothbrushes. You were in the essential's aisle getting some toothpaste when you saw the cute matching pair toothbrushes, as soon as you saw the cute hearts you immediately thought of Lando, and the raggedy toothbrush holder Lando carries around whenever he stays with you. 

“Our toothbrushes?” Lando whispers as he takes the toothbrushes into his hands, letting go of your waist. The shock in his tone causes you to turn around to face him, leaning back against the counter. You were confused on why he sounded so surprised over a toothbrush, when he looked away from the toothbrushes, he noticed your confused stare. 

“You got me a toothbrush.” 

“Lan please tell me you aren't one of those people who have emotional attachments to their toothbrushes” You giggled teasingly, softly nudging your knee against his thigh, you found the shock in his face very adorable, and you couldn't help but take the chance to tease him. 

“What no?” Your boyfriend sputtered out quickly as he shook his head no. He could tell you were teasing him, and he looked down at the set of toothbrushes, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips. He could understand why others wouldn't be so moved by getting a toothbrush, but for him it meant so much in so many different ways “But you got me a toothbrush for here”? 

“You're getting this sappy over a toothbrush? Baby you literally have a key to my apartment” You smile as you step closer to him and hold onto the hand that wasn't holding the toothbrushes, you were starting to get why he was so emotional about it. You and Lando have talked about your past relationships, and he has voiced that he never really felt secure and at home in a relationship…so this meant a lot. 

“I have a key to your apartment because you lock yourself out like 5 times a month” Lando quickly teased you, vividly remembering every time he got that text or call from you, most of them starting ‘hey Lan baby…’. You were so adorable and all he wanted to do was give you a big smooch, but he still had more to say. 

“But you getting me a toothbrush it's different, it means you want me here more…that I’m really welcomed here” Lando spoke quietly, he was deeply moved by it, and you could tell by the way his eyes watered a little. He was a little embarrassed at how emotional he got, so he looked down at his shoes, hoping that you didn't notice. But of course, you noticed, you knew your boyfriend so well. 

“Baby are you gonna cry?” you sweetly tease him, bringing your hand up to cup his chin and tilt it up so you could get a better look at him. Lando looks up at you and locks eyes with yours, he could see the love you held for him in them. He felt the corners of his lips tilt up at your teasing, he appreciated your playfulness, knowing that he probably really would have cried if you commented on his watery eyes normally. 

“It's allergies, you have a horrendous taste in candles” Lando spoke quickly, his eyes not leaving yours, you stopped yourself from laughing at his words, you always did love your boyfriend's wittiness. You let go of his hand and brought both of your hands up to cup his face, you spoke softly “Okay one rude.” 

“And two, you are always welcome to stay here with me. Lando, I love when your here with me, it truly feels like home when your here, me getting you a toothbrush for here was because I was tired of seeing that raggedy toothbrush case” your tone trails off from sweet to teasing, your thumbs softly caressed the skin of his cheeks. You meant every word, your apartment really felt like a home whenever Lando was there. He made the place livelier; he made you happier. 

“Hey, don't hate on the case” Lando pouts playfully as he leans against one of your hands, finding comfort in your touch. You smile and lean up and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend's pretty lips. The soft kiss turned hungry as Lando moved his hand that wasn't holding the toothbrushes, to your lower back, pressing you against him. 

“Thank you” your boyfriend whispered breathlessly against your lips a big smile on his lips, and before you could say there was no need to thank me, your boyfriend was letting go of you and practically skipping out of the kitchen. You watch him with an adoring smile, you call out “Lando where are you going?” 

The sound of his giggle's echoes through the quiet apartment, well besides his footsteps. You hear his cheerful voice shout “To use my toothbrush.” 

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˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( like I said at the top, my requests are open now. I will definitely make a post in the future about my rules and things like that for requests. The next few weeks I will be busier then usual so I might not get the requests out that fast, but I will try! Ty all )

[babygorewhore]

Prey

Rafe Cameron x Fem reader

Part one

Part two

After moving to the Outer banks to stay with your cousin, John B after your parents death, you catch the eye of Kooks. After being invited to one of his parties as part of a bet, you realize that Rafe Cameron has decided to make you his. Even if that means he’s going to stalk you.

W.C over 3k

Thank you so much to @take-everything-you-can and @reidsbtch for beta reading!!

Warnings! FemReader is alternative and introverted! Parental death! Bullying! Implications of stalking and flashing! Reader is slightly naive and easily manipulated at first. No use of y/n. No smut in this part but it’s definitely going to be in part two and I’m crazy. Concept inspired by @sadfury and Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton. Events after season two but altered because I said so.

John B let you settle into your new room as you slightly grimaced. This was the last thing you ever expected, moving here away from home. But after the death of your parents, you weren’t able to live alone, you didn’t have a choice. He was the only family you had left.

You couldn’t be more different. He was used to the beach life, a Pouge as he educated you on the drive here after you arrived. He was sunshine, tan and light colored clothes. Sandals and shorts.

You on the other hand were an all black wearing, band shirts, dark makeup and tall boots that gave you at least four inches. You stood out like a sore thumb.

It was hard to adjust to the passing of your parents after the sudden car accident. It couldn’t be more cliche.

If you weren’t in your room crying, you were usually scrolling aimlessly on social media looking at your photos of them.

Shy wasn’t the exact word to describe you, introverted was a better description and you completely dreaded the next day because John B was determined to show you around and introduce you to his girlfriend and friends. You tried to smile, practicing in the mirror but it looked painfully fake.

The weather was just as hot as John B mentioned. You were wearing a band t shirt, black shorts and he tried to convince you to wear flip flops but you kept on your converse shoes. The beach was crowded much to your distain and you desperately wished you brought an umbrella.

This part of the beach had a golf course not far away and you had never played golf a day in your life. You stuck to solitary hobbies.

“You sure you’re not gonna get too hot in that? I can buy you a swimsuit.” John B nudged you with his elbow and you shook your head.

“No, thanks. I’d rather wear something I’m comfortable in.” You forcefully smiled as you shield your eyes from the sun rays.

“So, uh. We have a library in town, a few shops nearby. We have a pretty good restaurant Kie’s parent’s own. I know you remember some-unless you want to be alone.”

“I think that’s good right now.” You confessed as you both settled your towels on a spot on the beach. The waves crashed and it was a soothing sound you didn’t expect.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You nodded.

John B smiled. “I’ll take it.”

You laid down on the towel, gingerly moving off any sand that flicked onto your calves. You did bring a book you were determined to finish when John B growled. “Fucking prick.”

“Why so hostile?” You questioned, you never saw him angry. John b crossed his arms and pointed behind you.

You turned, twisting your back to see two men at the golf course. You squinted but you could tell one of them was pointing in your direction. They were both blonde, dressed in preppy light clothing while holding golf clubs. They looked rich.

“Who are they?”

“Kooks. The worst of them. That one is Topper, he’s Sarah’s ex boyfriend and the taller one is Rafe. Her insane brother who beat the shit out of me, Pope and JJ.” You scowled and turned around.

“Kooks are the…?”

“Slang for the rich people. You and I are the Pouges.”

A few minutes later, his friends joined you. They were nice, really nice and outgoing. You stayed mostly quiet, watching the interactions and the way they swam in the water. Kie stayed with you the longest, consistent in her question if you needed anything or wanted to join them. You declined each time. Needing alone time after the long trip and new environment.

You sighed, having enough of uncomfortable sun bathing and decided to get a drink. You still had some cash and it wouldn’t kill it to just buy a soda. You walked to a shack, quickly wiping off your shoes of all sand.

You started towards the counter, grateful there wasn’t a line when a a blonde male moved around and stepped in front of you. He was the same man who was pointing at you and John B. The friend of this infamous Rafe.

“Hi, you must be John B’s cousin.” You remembered his name. Topper. He stuck out his hand and you folded your arms.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“Everyone’s heard about you, John B wanted to brag and Sarah couldn’t wait to meet you.” You internally winced at the not so subtle anger in his voice.

“Right, yeah.” You told him your name and started to step around him. “I’m just here to buy a drink.”

“Oh, let me,”

“No, really I’m fine-“ You both stood at the counter.

“I insist.” Topper paid for your soda and you wanted this interaction to be over.

“I’m not trying to be rude, but is there something you wanted?” You held the bottle protectively as he smirked.

“Sorry, I’ll get to the point. But I noticed how you were talking to the gang John b is friends with. And I wanted to see if you’d let a couple of Kooks let you show you around. You’ll actually get to see the island.”

Your hackles raised immediately and he sensed it.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna do anything. I just wanted to be nice. If you don’t want a tour, Rafe is throwing a party tonight. I wanted to invite you.” You raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

“No offense Topper but John B told me that Kooks wanted nothing to do with Pouges and how much you both hated him. Why would you be nice to me?”

To your dismay, he stepped closer. “Just because you’re John B’s cousin doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. And you don’t seem like you want to stay on the beach all day. Come on, maybe you’ll have a good time?”

You wanted to scream hell no, but something in your chest secretly wanted to get away, get a distraction for why you left home and John B unintentionally reminded you of your loss.

“I’ll-I’ll think about it.” Tooper smiled triumphantly and quickly wrote down on a napkin his number.

“Here. I really hope you come. And I can pick you up if you want.”

You gulped the bottle of coke and made your way back to the beach. After a few more hours of roasting underneath the sun, the invitation felt more and more appealing. The air conditioning didn’t work at John B’s house even though he was trying to fix it. And would one night really be so bad to let loose with a bunch of rich kids?

When you asked John b to drive you home, he kept asking you if you’d be okay alone and you firmly said yes. You left out the information of a party and Topper as you scrambled to find something to wear. Everything you had was black. Well. At least mostly everything.

You owned a pair of sparkly, silver high heels that you got as a birthday present two years ago for your twenty first and you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear them. Biting your lip, you slipped on a black dress that was mid thigh height, ruffles at the bottom of the skirt and it was a v neck exposing your bust.

Your hair was messy from the bun it was in all day so you braided it in two. Quickly slapping on makeup, you pulled out your phone and texted Toppers number.

“Is the offer still on the table?”

He responded almost immediately. “Of course! I’ll be there in twenty”

True to his word, he was there in twenty and you inhaled. You could do this. You could go to one party.

The ride was…okay. He talked to you about the landmarks and talked about who would be there. His friends since childhood and of course…he talked about Rafe. How great he was. How rich he was. How he took over his parents empire after his father’s death and he ran it alone. You withheld comments about being handed down rich lively hood as you kept quiet.

You dreaded if he made any advances towards you but he never did. He was ever the gentlemen when he parked in the driveway of the massive penthouse. Booming with music, you saw people dancing through the bare windows and the balcony.

You couldn’t believe you were here. John B probably wouldn’t assume you were out of your room and besides. You were a grown woman capable of your own decisions.

“Let’s go,” Topper opened the door for you and you followed him inside. It was crowded. More than any party you’d been too.

Several people turned and stared at you, you couldn’t tell if it was judgement or curiosity. You clutched your small bag where your phone was closer. You could call John B anytime, despite his probable anger.

“Can I get you a drink? I can introduce you to some people.”

“Sure, thanks.” You wanted to scream for him not to leave you alone but you stayed strong and drifted to a corner.

God, now you were having regrets as the music turned up and people started cheering. Topper was taking longer than expected and you decided to be brave. Fuck it. You moved from your place and wandered around. Your heels clicking over the wooden floors.

The kitchen was almost filled to the brim with people, several sitting on the island and girls immediately turned towards you and paused mid conversation. Topper held two cups as he talked to Kelce.

“Oh, hey! I was just about to find you.” Uneasiness settled in your chest as you took the red cup. “It’s okay. I just-.i feel a little awkward.” You whispered.

“Come on, I wanna introduce you to the man of the hour.”

You started gulping the alcohol to try and suppress your nerves as you both climbed the stairs to another lounge area with dark lights. People were doing lines, slurring from drunkenness and making out. Basically fucking as your eyes narrowed on Rafe.

Up close, he was fucking hot. Sharp jawline, blonde hair that was separated with bangs and crystal clear blue eyes that were currently focused on a girl straddling his lap.

They were tongues and teeth making you feel even more uncomfortable and another emotion hit you. You tried to shove it away, but his fitted light pants around his muscular thighs, t shirt that exposed his defined arms and large hands…thick fingers gripped her ass.

Oh god, you were fucking jealous over a man you hadn’t even talked too.

“Hey, man. Hate to interrupt, but this is the new girl.” You tried not to bite your lip and smear your lipstick as he pulled away from her.

His light eyes swept over you, pausing longer on your tits, hips and exposed legs. He gave you a nod before a small smirk slid towards Topper. “Get off,” he lifted the poor girl off and plopped her on the couch to her distain.

Your core tightened in anticipation as he drew closer. He couldn’t be more opposite. In clothes. In height. In status. He oozed power, money and sex. With a little danger.

“Mmm. Yeah. I saw you today with John B. Didn’t expect him with Tim Burton.”

You cleared your throat, offense rising but you tried to remember you were in his house and yelling at him probably wasn’t the best idea given he could crush you. You started to extend your hand but he turned.

“Hey, get your asses to the pool! Im tired of being up here!” He called out and everyone started moving quickly. His commands obeyed without question as he jerked his hand to point them downstairs.

“Oh, I don’t have a swimsuit with me-“

“You live on the beach. But you didn’t bring one, Tim Burton?” Rafe challenged, looking down at you with a hazed look. You couldn’t tell if it was dislike or anger.

Why would he invite you if he didn’t like you?

“Come on,” Topper gestured with his head for you to follow him.

The pool was lit from under the water where several half naked people were playing chicken, kissing and smoking. You didn’t exactly mind the scene but it was entirely out of your comfort zone. Your heels caught a puddle on the concrete and arms caught you.

You inhaled sharply, thinking for a second it was Rafe but you saw him sitting on a lounge chair with the same girl perched on his thigh. She was beautiful except for the death glare she was giving you. You turned around to see your savior. It was Kelce who gave you a smirk before you were launched over his shoulder.

You screamed, “What the FUCK?!” And then you saw Topper briefly before you sailed into the cold pool. The water stung your eyes as you flailed from the weight of your shoes and panic. You clasped onto the side and pulled yourself up.

Everyone was laughing. Even recording you.

Your chest burst with embarrassment, anger and utter heartbreak as you knew how stupid you were for believing this was a kind invitation.

You wiped your face as you got your bearings and black liner, lipstick and foundation smeared all over your hand. “Fucking shit.”

You went to climb up but you slipped again, causing more laughter.

You remembered your phone, oh god your phone. No, your purse was still held by Kelce. You let your anger heave you over and you crawled up, shakily standing before you yanked your heels off. Everyone was still laughing and recording but you locked eyes on Rafe himself.

He wasn’t laughing. But his eyes held a hint of amusement and the corner of his mouth was tilted up.

You wanted to run. Cry and scream. That’s exactly what they expected. Instead, you marched towards him, shoving people out of your way as you stepped in front of him and the girl.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You growled, pointing a dripping finger. “Is this your idea of some kind of joke?”

He shrugged. “It looks like I won five thousand dollars. Top didn’t think you’d actually come. I said you couldn’t resist some attention, Tim Burton.” He parted his legs further as he got comfortable.

You were seething but you were also petty. So you took the bottom of your dress, not caring if it exposed your black panties underneath around the crotch as his blue eyes immediately dipped down to the area. You flapped the skirt. Splashing water right in their faces. And when he stood up, the girl followed suit, you slapped him.

Hard but he hardly moved an inch as he chuckled darkly and took a small step forward. The water dripped from his brow and landed on the ground.

“Fuck. You.” You hissed. You turned around and flipped everyone off before he could get a chance to tell you off.

You stormed away, bursting through the house, ignoring the cat calls as you shoved open the front door. You didn’t have a car and it was late. You had ripped your purse away from Kelce and checked your phone. John B was calling you.

You answered. “Hello?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’ve been calling for an hour, where did you go?” He sounded worried and you winced.

“Um. Can you pick me up?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?” You cringed at his question but you had no choice.

“I’m at Rafe Cameron’s house.”

To say John B was angry was an understatement as you were sitting like a scolded child in his living room. You were still soaked like a wet cat as he rummaged to find a towel.

“I can’t believe you fell for it! I told you about those assholes. You can never trust them. Why did you even go?”

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child!” You finally snapped, standing. “I made a mistake. Can we just let it go?”

“Let it go? Rafe Cameron is a monster and you were made as an example for Pouges and now he has more ammo. He’s never going to leave it alone. And you may never-“

“What? Show my face? Be accepted? Guess what, John B, I’m already fucking USED to it. And maybe I just wanted a distraction from what happened. For once, I just wanted to let loose. Obviously, I fucked up. I’m going to bed.” You ground out and moved toward your bedroom.

“Wait, I’m sorry-“ But you slammed the door and locked it.

You were too upset to even shower as you yanked off your dress, underwear and shoved on an oversized t shirt, put your hair up and flopped onto the mattress.

Now, the tears started as you looked on social media.

Somehow they found your account and tagged you in dozens of videos of the incident. Horribly mean comments underneath caused you to cry harder. You never should have gone.

You hugged your pillow, about to close your phone and throw it, when a text came through. You didn’t recognize the number but hair raised on your arm as you read the words.

“Maybe if you did more than flash your panties, I would make them take them down.”

You sat up immediately. Now this, this had to be a joke. Rafe Cameron was texting you.

“Go. Fuck yourself. And don’t text me. I’m blocking you.”

“Do you really think this is my only phone number, Tim Burton?”

Your mouth parted. He was right but you thought of another tactic.

“Fine. I’ll change mine tomorrow.”

“Good luck. I’ll find out what it is.“ You clenched your jaw. Half a mind to call and scream at him.

“Leave me alone.”

The reply came almost immediately.

“I make the rules here, princess. Not you.”

You then pressed the call button. It rang once, twice, three times. “Pick up, asshole.” You grunted.

Finally, it stopped ringing and you heard silence. “I know you’re there, douchebag. Don’t text me anymore and don’t fucking call me princess.”

“Are you still trying to have control, princess?” You had to breathe deeply so you wouldn’t wake the neighbors with your yelling.

“What are you doing, Cameron? Why are you talking to me? After what you did? After hurting me like that? Is this some sort of sick game? Well, I’m not playing it. Stay the fuck away from me, you son. Of. A. Bitch.”

“I would be very careful how you talk to me, little girl. What makes you think this wasn’t what I wanted? You. All to myself.”

Fear stilled you as you whispered, “You-you leave me alone. I don’t like you. In fact, I hate you and I hate what you did! Fuck off.” You then hung up.

You shut off the light and crawled back into bed. Your body went from boiling hot to now ice cold. You blocked his number. Quickly and you shut your eyes. Drifting into a nightmare filled sleep being tormented by Kooks. Rafe Cameron’s voice and then…you dreamed of his dark eyes trailing the outline of your pussy through your black panties.

You snapped awake at the knock of your door.

“Hey, uh…do you want to go to breakfast? If not, that’s okay. I just want to make up for what happened. I feel awful for yelling at you and this shouldn’t be your first impression.”

You were tempted to say no. Let him go alone but you were hungry. And you wanted a distraction from the event last night. Sighing, you got out of bed. “Yeah, I’ll be right out.”

You throw on a pair of black shorts and your converse. Still wearing your big shirt and ponytail. You were weary of your phone, but you forced yourself to move past your fear and you snatched it from the pillow.

Another number was on your screen but you could see part of the message. You could only squeak when you opened it.

“I hope you enjoy breakfast, baby doll. I’d hate for you to starve that pretty little body. But I want you to behave. Like a good girl. Or this will be harder for you.”

Your mouth was completely dry when you stared at the screen. Oh fuck. He was true to his word. This was another number. But how the hell would he know about this morning? You realized the reality of this situation. He had eyes and ears everywhere.

You were certainly fucked.

And not in a good way.

Tagging

@scene-and-dandylover @xxhellfirebunnyxx @slvt4jamesmarch @take-everything-you-can @drewstarkeyslut @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @emsgoodthinkin @imyourdaninow @reidsbtch

[partywithponies]

I think the next hot fanfic trope should be British seaside holiday fic.

Consider:

The squad staying in a caravan park together

Alternatively, the squad staying in a shitty crumbling B&B together

One half of your ship on the beach practically fully clothed, shoes still on, lying in a deckchair, pretending to read/sleep, and pretending they're definitely not watching the other half of your ship lounging on the sand in front of them wearing hardly anything at all and seductively eating a stick of rock

Your ship getting steamy together in a beach hut

A third character obviously overhearing your ship get steamy in the beach hut, because the walls of those things are paper thin

One character on the pier trying to eat fish and chips while getting absolutely mobbed by seagulls

One character on the seafront in the pouring rain with their coat on, still valiantly trying to eat an ice cream, because they're on holiday, dammit

One character paddling in the sea with their trousers rolled up to their knees but their jumper still on because it's fuckin freezing, but they're going to have a paddle anyway, because they're on holiday, dammit

Two characters wasting loads of time and money in the arcades even though all they end up winning is 4p, a packet of haribo, and a hilariously off-model knockoff Sonic the Hedgehog keyring

The squad all playing crazy golf together. One half of your ship bravely rescuing the other half's ball after it inevitably gets launched into the inexplicably neon blue water feature

Two characters arguing over whether they're going to send the one character who didn't come a tasteful postcard featuring a photo of a place they've actually been, or a cheesy rude smutty comedy postcard because "it's tradition!"

And so much more!

[talkfastromance4]

Achilles Heel--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

An Arrangement Masterlist

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word count: 1k

warnings: none just fluff

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Enjoy!

You’d had a wonderful dinner with Jake, he surprised you after work. The night was still young with stars just starting to twinkle in the sky and as he was driving home you saw a billboard advertising a nighttime mini-golf course.

“Can we go mini-golfing?!” you ask him excitedly. “It’s two exits away!”

Jake looks at the billboard apprehensive but replaces it with a soft smile.

“Sure, Sugar.”

He takes the proper exit and finds a parking spot right in front. It’s packed with families and other young couples doing date night. There was an Icee machine, cotton candy, and big pretzels in the concession stands near the entrance. Jake opened your door, helped you out and held your hand all the way up to the ticket booth.

A teenage girl stared wide-eyed as Jake smiled politely at her.

“Two for mini-golf please?” he asks. He releases your hand so he can pull out his wallet, his black Mastercard shining in the night as he hands it to her.

“S-sure,” she stutters. When she grabs the credit card she drops it and it clangs on the metal countertop. She turns tomato red as she swipes the card but it’s approved instantly and she slides it back to him. “You can pick out your ball and putter over there.”

“Thank you,” Jake smiles then tugs you along. 

You pick a neon pink ball and Jake wants you to pick one for him so you find a green one to match his eyes. You write down your names on the scorecard and wait your turn at the first hole as a family of three are going. It’s two women and a little boy about four years old, he hits the ball and follows it down the green while both moms are encouraging him and snapping some photos.

“You two can go ahead, Louis likes to whack it in,” the one closest to you says. 

“We don’t mind waiting,” you smile then turn to Jake, “Isn’t he adorable?”

“He is determined,” Jake grins. 

When they make it to the second hole, Jake has you go first and you line up for the shot. The first hole is winding with rocks alternating down as obstacles so you’re trying to aim in between them. You hit it with your putter and the ball doesn’t hit a rock until the very last one which lands your ball against the wall but it’s near the hole. 

“Good job, Sugar,” Jake praises and you smile proudly at him before moving out of his way.

It takes him a bit longer to line up his shot as you watch him carefully, he seems nervous and antsy. He swings his putter and the ball hits the very first rock, rolling right back to him.

“That’s okay, go again,” you tell him. 

He moves the ball back to its spot in front of his feet, his leather shoes shining against the outdoor lights. You back up a little to admire him in his fancy outfit playing mini-golf so you inconspicuously pull out your phone to snap a picture. 

“Hey! No flash photography,” he warns.

“Sorry,” you giggle pocketing it back into your Coach crossbody. Another gift from Jake.

He lines up again, biting his lip and hits the ball. It goes halfway down the green so you follow him to the spot. He hits two more rocks before he finally makes it to the hole. He lets you go first and you tap it in easily but he takes two more strokes. Jake looks mildly irritated as you move to hole number two but you pass it off as not playing in a while.

As you move along the course Jake becomes increasingly irritable as it takes him double the time to score than you. You get to the fifth hole where you have to hit your ball into one of three holes so it will drop down below. Yours goes in the middle and you get a hole in one but Jake’s ball is hit a little too hard and it smacks off the back wall rolling right to him. 

“Fuck,” he hisses quietly and you snap your head at him. You’ve never heard him swear before. He’s gripping the handle of his putter tightly.

“Have you played mini-golf before?” you ask carefully.

“Of course I have,” he grunts and goes again. The ball goes in the hole on the far left and you run to the edge to see it roll into a makeshift sand pit. “Where’d it go?”

“In the made-up sand pit,” you smile apologetically. The muscle in his jaw ticks and he walks past you to go down the small flight of stairs. 

You follow him just as he angles himself awkwardly on the green and wood chips so he can hit his ball. He hits it a bit too hard and goes way past the hole. He grunts again and you move in front of him.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down,” you place your hand over his hand gripping the putter too tightly. His grip relaxes at your touch but his expression is still hard as he looks down at you. “Are you sure you’ve played before?”

“Once when I was younger. I’m used to regular golf, where you have to hit it hard. This putter is too small and this course has too many weird obstacles,” he huffs.

A snorted laugh escapes you and you cover your mouth while Jake tries to move out of your way. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” you move in front of him again grabbing hold of his cheek. He pointedly avoids your eyes. “I’m not laughing at you, honey, I swear. It’s just…you’re so good at everything else, I thought this would be a piece of cake for you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my achilles heel,” he grunts.

“If you don’t like it then why did we come?”

“Because you seemed so excited and I want you to be happy,” he finally meets your gaze.

“Oh, Jake, that’s so sweet,” you rise on your toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “We can stop if you want to.”

“No, we’re almost done and you’re enjoying yourself. Just promise me one thing?” he asks. 

“What’s that?”

“Don’t tell the guys I suck at mini-golf?”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

alternatively, can we get Xavier and a tall reader? i’m not 6’2” by any means but could make eye contact without much effort. i want to see your thoughts for this too!

yes!

I tried my best, my 5'4 ass could never be tall.

XAVIER THORPE HC x tall reader

thinks your long legs are sexy

a lot of people always tell you that your too tall for a girl, and try to make fun of you, but Xavier is always there.

"she must play basketball"

"you must play mini golf, now piss off" he would say to them

never asks what your exact height is because you know you get annoyed when people ask you

he one time wore shoes with a bit of a heel to them to make himself taller when standing beside you to tease you

he hugs you around the shoulders, forcing you to wrap your arms around his torso. (he does this so your trapped in his arms)

LOVES SEEING YOU IN HEELS

people will come up to you "aren't you tall enough?"

"she looks gorgeous"

makes joke about how it's nice being tall

- "the weather's nice up here, isn't it?"

he liked getting things off the top shelf for you and seeing your face when you look at him like 'you know for a fact I could of gotten it myself' he thinks it's funny

if you're taller than him, he likes looking up at you to talk. a lot of boys or men would find it intimidating or emasculating but he thinks it's humbling.

he likes sitting on the edge his or your bed with you standing between this legs looking up at you.

dies a little when he sees you in a short skirt.

rests his head on your shoulder while hugging.

nests his head in your chest while cuddling.

[lixxen]

FNAF Security Breach Uniform Designs

For the last ten years I've been absolutely obsessed with FNAF. Lately I've been obsessed with the idea of what the Pizzaplex uniforms would be and how awful they probably would be (plus I wanted to cosplay a worker). So I decided to do a deep dive and create the most obnoxious uniforms ever.

I may actually make these very slowly and cosplay them at conventions. I was slightly inspired because of an artist on here does an xReader fic and I didn't see them in a specific uniform really, maybe besides a few accessories. So here we are. The most ugly FNAF uniforms you will ever see and I WILL expand to jackets and name tags on a later date.

(Explanations and designs UTC)

So, to preface I wanted to say that I am majoring in PR and social media management, so I have a little bit of an idea of how branding and marketing works. I've also have worn the most ugly uniforms in minimum wage jobs, so I do know that corporate companies do not care if they put their employees in the most ugly thing as long as it is on theme.

Things to consider:

What did uniforms for establishments in this category looked like over the years?

Are you doing specific uniforms for specific areas of the Pizzaplex?

What color pallets are branded to each character?

What aesthetic are you going for?

Establishments

For establishments, I chose Disney (theming being important and a big establishment that would hide skeletons) and Chuck E Cheese (animatronics and specifically the time frame). I did a deep dive on Chuck E Cheese and their uniforms in the 80-90's, which led me to doing a ton of Ebay and WorthPoint searching along with watching old taped birthdays from the 90's.

I personally believe that Fazbear Entertainment wouldn't stray from the bright and manufactured look that they have going and are very cheap, plus the glamrock phase was in the 70's. And companies tend to be very late to trends. So we can take these the fact that they would be ugly and bright uniforms that are severely outdated and put that together.

With this, you get something that looks like this (all being CEC besides the screencap of the movie trailer):

I used the idea that each area of the Pizzaplex would have its own uniform, much like Disney. So I assigned each of these uniforms a different animatronic's area (Roxy's Raceway, Mazercize, Superstar Daycare, Monsty's Wild Golf, and then for Freddy I did Rockstar Row). I did one general staff shirt, which is also very ugly.

Color Pallets

This was very simple. I just chose colors from the animatronics/their sign logos and then made a simple color pallet.

This process was easy enough and I made sure to give myself a few colors for some of the ones that had multiple shades or similar hues.

I didn't do Bonnie, only because he wasn't in the game. BUT, I do have a design in mind for him. And it is actually the least ugly one.

Uniforms

Each uniform comes with a polo and either a full cap or visor. You will wear them with either black or khaki colored pants or shorts, held up with a black belt. Black shoes. Then you will have a matching apron. The aprons I have not designed yet, so they will come with the others I am going to design.

Here are my ugly designs.

I hope y'all remember that they're supposed to be god awful and poorly drawn. I am not spending a ton of time perfecting them. I debated on putting the logo on the arms also, so that is an alternate design.

They're supposed to be ugly, not make sense other than theming, and just be obvious copy paste designs made just so they have a little bit of differentiating.

If anyone wants me to go deeper into it, I will. I'll make more shirts and make them even worse.

Please guys they're supposed to be poorly drawn and obnoxiously not good designs. I am using my shitty knowledge for bad

[agbpaints]

With a couple very Liao mechs added to my collection recently, I've decided to go and start building myself a force of Capellans. With some vindicators, combat vehicles, and battle armor sorted I started digging around for some more CCAF designs to round out an augmented company. Then I remembered the Men Shen.

Don't let TRO:3060's janky visuals fool you, this walking gym shoe is one of the most technically advanced 'mechs the inner sphere built up to its intro date, Hellespont Industrials and the Confederation's Ministry of Appropriations spared no expense when they outfitted their first domestically designed omnimech. The 'mech is built around the heart and bones of a Magna 330 XL fusion engine seemingly designed expressly for the Men Shen and a 55 ton endo steel frame, with a normal top speed of nearly 100 kph, augmented up to 130 kph in short bursts by the 'mech's integral myomer accelerator signal circuits. This speed is paired with a thick skin, with the mech mounting 11 tons of standard armor, more than 95% the chassis possible total protection and enough for every component except the arms and head to take an AC/20 shot without internal damage. The mech carries 10 double heat sinks and an active probe fixed to the chassis, with the remaining 17 tons available as pod space.

The Men Shen MS1-O mounts a single LRM-15 with an attached Artemis IV fire control unit in its torso and a pair of medium pulse lasers in each arm. Intended as an all range skirmisher, the Prime configuration can leverage its speed to keep the range open while harassing with its missiles before driving in to deliver a finish off foes or pick appart scouts and picket mechs with its quartet of lasers. While the endurance of the LRM is somewhat questionable given it only comes with a single ton of ammunition, the speed at which the MS1-O depletes its missiles is probably a good thing given the XL engine and lack of CASE.

The Men Shen's alternate configurations fall into roughly three groups- either serving as remixes of the Prime's role, specializing in hunting non-mechs in a combined arms environment, or working as medium range strikers and forward operating units.

The Delta and Golf are Prime lookalikes, pairing a long range weapon (an ERPPC and a TSEMP cannon, respectively) with a payload of pulse lasers and SRMs to harass and disable mechs at long range before closing for a finishing blow. Unlike the Prime, these designs lack minimum ranges on their weapons, but the heat build of a full alpha strike is risky enough to a mech without jump jets that both designs effectively work as bracket fire machines.

The Beta and Echo configurations are combined arms killers, packing specialized ballistic weapons in their arms supported by a more generalized torso loadout. In the Beta's case this is a pair of LB2-X autocannons supported by a quartet of ER medium lasers, effectively making it a fast, high tech version if the BJ-1 Blackjack and ideal for hunting VTOL and aerospace assets with its flack guns. This configuration is also possibly the very first inner sphere mech to mount the LB2-X autocannon despite it supposedly being invented in Davion space. Chalk one up for the Maskirovka. Where the Beta makes helicopter pilots sweat, the Echo is an infantryman's nightmare demon. It mounts 8 light machine guns arranged into two arm mounted machine gun arrays, supported by a plasma rifle and 2 medium lasers in the torso. On average this thing will brrrrt an entire platoon of inner sphere ground pounders to mulch with every trigger pull, and the crit seeking/random heat mean it's not too much of a slouch in mech combat either. The 4 tons of ammunition does mean it is worryingly explosive, though.

Finally the Alfa, Charlie, and Foxtrot are the mid range strikers. The Alfa pairs a trio of ER Medium Lasers with an LB 10-X autocannon to deliver a decent ammount of firepower at close and medium ranges, backed up by a TAG laser designator to call in artillery and LRM strikes from the rest of your force. The Charlie and Foxtrot are very much like each other, using pairs of accurate, high damage energy weapons to make for any light mech's worst day. The Charlie chooses a pair of large pulse lasers supported by a Guardian ECM suite and an ER small laser to hunt things like Locusts and Striders while shutting down enemy electronics such as C3 spotters. The Foxtrot swaps the pulse lasers for a pair of snub nosed PPCs linked to a targetting computer to wreak havoc with its disgustingly long short range (270 meters!) and brings a TAG to make sure Marty the Arty will lay low anything its particle cannons can't. The Charlie and Foxtrot's placement of their main guns in the arms also makes them the best versions of the chassis to carry battle armor into fights with.

The Men Shen is best deployed as a 'cruiser' of battlemechs- calable of outfighting anything it can't outrun and outrunning anything that outguns it fairly easily. It will likely operate best at the front of formations to scout and probe the line of battle until the main battleline of mechs arrives, at which point it shifts to outflanking and finishing off wounded units.

Despite its durability, speed, and weapons options, the Men Shen isn't without flaws- the lack of jump jets mean that it can easily get bogged down in cities or other rough terrain and while it's speed and thick armor mean it can tough through some pretty heavy shots, the XL engine means that it won't survive drag out fights for particularly long. The cost is also fairly prohibitive- while most variants run between 1400 and 1700 BV, the MS1-O is a whopping 16.6 million c-bills. For the same price, you could by an entire company of urbanmechs, or a full lance of Vindicator 3L's. This price and the operational fragility of an XL engine paired with unCASEed ammo will likely make campaign commanders balk and relegate the design (like many omnis) to hangar queen status. As a player of mostly pickup games, though, it's a design I'm excited to run

[i-dropped-the-chief]

For the writer ask-meme if you're interested!! 👀

(2) What are your top 3-5 most used tags in your stories? (or fav sorts of tags in general that you like seeing!)

(3) What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

(7) Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? (I love the werewolves in Maybe I will Live to Love & the mention of Christopher on the golf course lol)

(25) What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

(49.) Are you up to share anything you're currently working on? 👀✨

and 47 because it's ridiculous 🤭👠

Ehehehe thanks for the ask! You're just too sweet 💖💖💖

My top 3 tags are: 1.) Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence 2.) Blood and Gore 3.) Happy Ending Which are very indicative of my writing style. I love canon divergence! I love scenes with a lot of blood, characters spilling a lot of blood, and characters covered in a lot of blood!! And most of all, I write fics to give people a happy ending!! I gotta give myself and the readers what canon won't! 😂 I love me a good "modern girl in..." trope, and a couple of the fics I'm working on are a "reincarnated into..." trope, so that's definitely a thing in my writing. If you can't find stuff that hits the spot, you gotta write it yourself!! But another recurring detail I have is the ocean motif; I love everything the ocean can represent in life (even though I don't live anywhere remotely close to the ocean, but you love it when you see it!), so it shows up quite a bit in my fics to represent life and death, letting go, the unknown, chaos and calm, all that good stuff. I love all the worldbuilding I've done in my Umbrella Academy fics, and I can't wait to work a bit more into the expansion with the one currently in progress. (Which I will get back to, I swear lol I just have a really bad habit of bouncing from one interest in a fic to another). I also love some of the worldbuilding I've done in my Hobbit/LotR fics, a lot of which is going to show up and come to fruition in Resistencia. I use a lot of fandom wikis for my research because as much as I say I don't care a whole lot about canon stuff, I always wind up looking over allllll the details to make things specific. Right now with my returning interest/motivation for my LotR fic, I've also basically had the Interactive Map of Middle-earth open at all times. My Hobbit/LotR fixation has hit back with a vengeance. I'm working on an angsty/romantic Valeria x Bilbo fic if Fili, Kili, and Thorin hadn't survived the Battle of the Five Armies. Because even though they're my fave brotp I've ever written, they'd make a good couple, damnit! I want to finish the fic before I publish it, so I'm not sure when it'll pop up, but it's happening! Aaaaaand I'm also working on a reincarnation into Middle-earth fic that I'm super fucking excited about bc it has a twist to it that reallllly hits a self-indulgent (but still fucking cool) spot of mine that I've had ruminating in my brain for years now. My Hobbit/LotR series is a pair of trusted running shoes, my definitely maybe series is a pair of deceptively sturdy high heels, my Dragon Age fic is a pair of knee-high boots with a hidden little knife inside, and my BNHA series is just bare feet bc that shit is always running wild in my mind.

Thank you for asking!!! ✨✨✨✨

[chorusfm]

Hot Mulligan Announce New Album

Hot Mulligan will release Why Would I Watch on May 12th. Today they’ve shared “Shhhh! Golf is On.” Track Listing * Shouldn’t Have a Leg Hole But I Do * It’s a Family Movie She Hates Her Dad * And I Smoke * This Song is Called it’s Called What’s it Called * No Shoes in the Coffee Shop (Or Socks) * Christ Alive My Toe Dammit Hurts * Betty * Cock Party 2 (Better Than The First) * Shhhh! Golf is On * Gans Media Retro Games * Smahccked My Head Awf * John “The Rock” Cena, Can You Smell What the Undertaker Hot Mulligan - self proclaimed #1 Hot New Band and inventors of Post-Emo - have formally announced their forthcoming new album ‘Why Would I Watch’ out May 12 via Wax Bodega. A new song titled “Shhh! Golf Is On”, taken from the album, is out now and can be heard here: https://lnk.to/HMwhywouldiwatch   Produced by longtime collaborator Brett Romnes, ‘Why Would I Watch’ is Hot Mulligan at their loudest, their poppiest, and, ultimately, their most poignant: twinkly Midwestern emo guitars and mathy, synthy-heavy rhythms, Tades Sanville’s sandpaper vocals and indelible melodies. This lightning-in-a-bottle kinetic energy is encompassed on the aforementioned first single and in true Hot Mulligan fashion, a closer listen to the lyrics reveal an intense honesty that could get written off if you don’t pay attention.   Therein lies the true magic of Hot Mulligan, the push and pull of puns and pathos that might seem diametrically opposed at first but actually intersect to perfectly encapsulate life in a heavy, ADD-addled world.   The band don’t consider these groundbreaking topics, opting for more measured and at times resigned realism to deal with the melancholia and malaise of life’s ups and downs. “No one who’s depressed is crying all the time,” Sanville says. “The media likes to portray deep depression as sadness, but most of the time it’s indifference. That works its way into alternative comedy and shitposting. The two cultures collide perfectly. The titles are the shitposts and the songs are what everyone in this position actually feels.”   "Shhh! Golf is on" is about my mom. I’m asking her to die. Every time I hear about her, she’s a worse person than before,” says Tades on the song. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/hot-mulligan-announce-new-album/

[informative-blogger123]

Enjoy the Thrills of Bowling at Fat Cats in Ogden

Bowling is more than just a game; it's a timeless activity that brings people together for fun, excitement, and friendly competition. Whether you’re a seasoned bowler or just looking for a casual night out, Fat Cats in Ogden is the perfect place to enjoy this classic sport. With its laid-back atmosphere and variety of entertainment options, this bowling alley promises an experience you won’t forget.

In this article, we’ll dive deep into what makes bowling in Utah a must-try activity, explore the offerings at Fat Cats Bowling and Splitz Bowling Alley, and even touch on some of the quirky food options like Skinny Dogs. So, let’s lace up those bowling shoes and get rolling!

Why Bowling is the Perfect Social Activity

Bowling has long been celebrated as an ideal activity for groups, families, and friends. It’s easy to play, accessible to all ages, and always delivers a good time. At Fat Cats in Ogden, bowling is elevated to an even more enjoyable experience, thanks to its welcoming environment, modern facilities, and fun vibes.

A Brief History of Bowling

Believe it or not, bowling has been around for thousands of years! Archaeologists have found evidence of ancient Egyptians playing a game similar to bowling, and it has evolved significantly over the years. Fast forward to today, and bowling alleys have become entertainment hubs where people go to enjoy food, drinks, and fun.

Fat Cats Bowling: The Ultimate Spot in Ogden

When it comes to bowling alleys in Utah, Fat Cats in Ogden stands out from the rest. This venue offers more than just a place to bowl—it’s an all-in-one entertainment center designed for people of all ages. Whether you're a competitive bowler or simply looking for a fun day out, Fat Cats Bowling has something for everyone.

What Sets Fat Cats Apart?

Fat Cats isn't your average bowling alley. It boasts state-of-the-art lanes, complete with automatic scoring systems, comfortable seating, and even cosmic bowling nights where the lanes glow in the dark! These features make it a hit for families, group events, or just a casual night out with friends.

Splitz Bowling Alley: Another Great Option in Ogden

If you’re looking for another place to bowl in Ogden, Splitz Bowling Alley is a great alternative. Known for its retro vibes and cozy atmosphere, Splitz offers a unique and relaxed bowling experience. This venue also provides various other entertainment options, making it an excellent spot for a weekend hangout.

Splitz Bowling: Fun for All Ages

Splitz Bowling Alley caters to both families and serious bowlers alike. With affordable prices and plenty of lanes, it’s perfect for a day out with the kids or a casual get-together with friends. Splitz also hosts league nights for those who take their bowling a little more seriously.

Bowling in Utah: A Popular Pastime

Utah has no shortage of fun activities, but bowling remains one of the top choices for entertainment. There’s something about knocking down pins that appeals to all age groups and skill levels. Whether you’re looking for a family-friendly activity or a night out with friends, bowling in Utah always delivers.

Why Utah Locals Love Bowling

Utah’s vibrant community loves activities that bring people together, and bowling fits the bill perfectly. With bowling alleys scattered across the state, residents and visitors alike have access to some of the best bowling experiences in the country. Places like Fat Cats in Ogden offer so much more than just bowling, including arcade games, food, and even mini-golf.

Skinny Dogs: A Unique Twist on Classic Bowling Alley Food

Now, let’s talk about one of the quirkiest and most delicious aspects of the bowling experience at Fat Cats—their Skinny Dogs. If you’re thinking this is just another hot dog, think again. Skinny Dogs are a low-calorie, gourmet option that offers a healthier take on the traditional bowling alley snack.

Why Try Skinny Dogs?

You might be wondering, “Why would I choose a Skinny Dog over a classic hot dog?” The answer lies in the flavor and quality. These aren’t your average dogs; they’re packed with unique flavors and served with a variety of gourmet toppings that you won’t find anywhere else. Whether you're a health-conscious eater or just looking for something different, Skinny Dogs are worth a try.

Fat Cats in Ogden: More Than Just Bowling

Beyond the lanes, Fat Cats offers a ton of other activities that make it an ideal entertainment destination. From arcade games to mini-golf, there’s always something fun happening at Fat Cats. Let’s take a closer look at what else this venue has to offer.

Arcade Games Galore

For those who want a break from bowling, the arcade at Fat Cats is the perfect place to blow off some steam. With a variety of classic and modern games, there’s no shortage of entertainment here. Whether you're into racing games, shooters, or old-school pinball, the arcade has something for everyone.

Mini-Golf at Fat Cats

In addition to bowling and arcade games, Fat Cats offers an indoor mini-golf course. This is perfect for families with kids or anyone looking to switch things up. The course is designed to be both fun and challenging, with colorful obstacles and creative themes that will keep you entertained from start to finish.

Bowling Tips for Beginners

If you’re new to bowling or just looking to improve your game, we’ve got you covered with some simple tips to help you bowl like a pro.

Focus on Your Form

The key to successful bowling is mastering your form. Keep your arm straight, focus on your release, and follow through with your hand towards your target. Practicing your form can significantly improve your scores over time.

Pick the Right Ball

One of the most important aspects of bowling is choosing the right ball. Make sure the ball isn't too heavy or too light for you. A ball that fits your hand comfortably and allows for easy control will help you perform better.

Aim for the Arrows

Rather than aiming directly at the pins, focus on the arrows on the lane. These markers help guide your ball towards the target, increasing your chances of knocking down more pins.

Family-Friendly Fun at Fat Cats

Bowling is a fantastic family activity, and Fat Cats in Ogden goes the extra mile to make sure everyone has a great time. The venue offers kid-friendly lanes with bumpers, so even the youngest members of your group can join in the fun.

Birthday Parties and Group Events

Looking for a place to host a birthday party or group event? Fat Cats Bowling offers party packages that include bowling, arcade games, and food. It’s an easy way to plan a fun and stress-free celebration.

A Night Out with Friends

Whether you're planning a date night or just a casual hangout with friends, Fat Cats Bowling is the perfect spot. With its combination of fun activities, good food, and a lively atmosphere, you're guaranteed a great time.

Why Bowling is a Great Date Idea

Bowling makes for an excellent date night activity. It’s casual, fun, and allows for plenty of conversation between frames. Plus, there’s nothing like a little friendly competition to keep things interesting!

Health Benefits of Bowling

Believe it or not, bowling offers several health benefits. It’s a great way to get some physical activity in, especially if you're not into more intense sports. Bowling helps improve coordination, balance, and even burns calories.

Burn Calories While Having Fun

Did you know that an hour of bowling can burn up to 300 calories? While you’re having fun knocking down pins, you’re also getting a good workout. Bowling engages multiple muscle groups, making it a surprisingly effective way to stay active.

Conclusion

Whether you're a bowling enthusiast or just looking for a fun night out, Fat Cats in Ogden is the place to be. With its modern facilities, variety of entertainment options, and delicious food like Skinny Dogs, it’s more than just a bowling alley—it’s an all-in-one experience. From competitive bowling to arcade games and mini-golf, there's something for everyone at Fat Cats.

So why wait? Gather your friends and family, and head over to Fat Cats Bowling for an unforgettable time. You’ll leave with great memories and maybe even a few strikes under your belt!

FAQs

1. What makes Fat Cats in Ogden unique compared to other bowling alleys? Fat Cats offers a complete entertainment experience with bowling, arcade games, mini-golf, and a unique menu, all in a fun, family-friendly environment.

2. Are Skinny Dogs at Fat Cats a healthy option? Yes, Skinny Dogs offer a healthier twist on the traditional hot dog, featuring gourmet flavors and low-calorie options.

3. Can I host a birthday party at Fat Cats Bowling? Absolutely! Fat Cats provides party packages that include bowling, food, and arcade games, making it an ideal spot for group events.

4. Is there cosmic bowling at Fat Cats in Ogden? Yes, Fat Cats offers cosmic bowling, where the lights go down, and the lanes glow, creating a unique and fun bowling experience.

5. Do I need to reserve a lane at Fat Cats, or can I walk in? While walk-ins are welcome, it’s recommended to reserve a lane in advance, especially on weekends, to avoid long waits.

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Slip-On Winter Shoes: Convenience And Warmth Combined

As the winter chill sets in, the quest for comfortable and warm footwear becomes essential. Slip-on winter shoes have emerged as a favorite choice for many, offering a perfect blend of convenience and warmth. Whether you’re rushing out for errands or simply enjoying a cozy day at home, slip-on shoes provide the ease of wear that traditional boots often lack. This blog will explore the benefits of slip-on winter shoes, highlight some of our best offerings, and guide you in choosing the perfect pair for your needs. The Convenience of Slip-On Shoes One of the standout features of slip-on shoes is their convenience. No more fumbling with laces or struggling to get your foot in—these shoes allow you to easily slide in and out, making them ideal for busy lifestyles. Whether you’re getting ready for work, dropping the kids off at school, or just stepping outside to grab the mail, slip-ons simplify your daily routine. Additionally, slip-on winter shoes are perfect for those moments when you need to take off your shoes quickly, such as when entering a home or a cozy space. With designs that often prioritize a snug fit, these shoes can keep your feet warm and protected without the hassle of complicated closures. Check out our Golf Ball Slides.

Comfort Meets Style Beyond convenience, slip-on winter shoes offer a variety of styles that can cater to different tastes. From sleek designs perfect for casual outings to plush, cozy slippers ideal for home use, there is a slip-on shoe for everyone. The aesthetics of these shoes make them not only functional but also fashionable, allowing you to express your style even in colder months.

Take, for instance, our Non-Slip Spa Slippers for both men and women. With their soft, cushioned soles and elegant designs, these slippers provide the comfort needed for long hours of wear while ensuring you look great. Check them out here. Check out our Golf Ball Slides.

Warmth for Every Occasion When it comes to winter, warmth is paramount. Slip-on winter shoes are often designed with insulation or fleece lining, making them perfect for keeping your feet cozy during chilly weather. Unlike traditional footwear that can feel cumbersome, slip-ons provide a lightweight alternative that doesn’t sacrifice warmth. For example, our Bubble Textured Golf Ball Slides combine playful design with practicality. Perfect for indoor and outdoor use, these slides ensure your feet stay warm without compromising on style. You can explore this unique design here. Check out our Golf Ball Slides.

Versatility for Every Lifestyle Another appealing aspect of slip-on winter shoes is their versatility. They seamlessly transition from indoor comfort to outdoor adventures, making them suitable for various activities. Whether you're lounging at home, visiting friends, or running errands, slip-on shoes adapt to your lifestyle effortlessly. Our Golf Ball Slides with Charms exemplify this versatility. Designed for both men and women, these stylish slides offer a fun twist with charm embellishments, making them a conversation starter wherever you go. Perfect for casual outings, they’re available for you here. Check out our Golf Ball Slides.

Conclusion Slip-on winter shoes are a practical and stylish solution for navigating the colder months. With their ease of use, comfort, and ability to keep your feet warm, they are an excellent investment for anyone looking to enhance their winter wardrobe. Whether you prefer chic slippers for indoor use or versatile outdoor slip-ons, there's a perfect pair waiting for you. Don’t let the winter chill slow you down! Explore our collection of slip-on winter shoes at Golf Ball Slides today and discover the ultimate blend of convenience and warmth. Your feet will thank you!

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Women’s Golf Clothing: A Comprehensive Guide to Style, Comfort, and Performance

Introduction

Golf has long been a sport that marries tradition with style, and in recent years, women’s golf clothing has evolved significantly. Today’s female golfers seek apparel that not only performs well on the course but also reflects their personal style. This guide explores the essential components of women's golf clothing, including types, materials, trends, and tips for choosing the best outfits for a successful day on the greens.

Understanding Women’s Golf Clothing

Women’s golf clothing encompasses a variety of garments designed specifically for playing golf. The right clothing enhances performance, provides comfort, and allows for freedom of movement. Key pieces of women's golf attire include:

Golf Shirts: Often made from breathable, moisture-wicking fabrics, golf shirts come in various styles, including polos and sleeveless options, to suit different preferences and weather conditions.

Golf Pants and Shorts: Women’s golf pants are typically tailored for a comfortable fit while providing enough stretch for a full swing. Shorts may also be available, offering a cooler alternative during hot weather.

Dresses and Skirts: Golf dresses and skirts combine femininity with functionality. Many designs include built-in shorts for added comfort and practicality.

Outerwear: Layering is essential in golf, especially during cooler mornings or unpredictable weather. Lightweight jackets and windbreakers are popular choices for women golfers.

Footwear: Specialized golf shoes for women provide traction and support. Many styles are designed to be both functional and fashionable, ensuring comfort during a long day on the course.

Choosing the Right Materials

When selecting women’s golf clothing, the material is critical. It affects not only the garment's comfort but also its performance on the course. Here are some common materials used in women’s golf apparel:

Polyester: Lightweight and moisture-wicking, polyester is commonly used in golf shirts and pants, helping to keep golfers cool and dry.

Nylon: Known for its durability and flexibility, nylon is often used in outerwear, ensuring comfort without restricting movement.

Cotton: While cotton is a natural fabric that is soft and breathable, it may not wick away moisture as effectively as synthetic fabrics, making it less suitable for hot and humid conditions.

Spandex: Many golf apparel pieces include a blend of spandex for added stretch, ensuring a full range of motion while swinging.

Popular Trends in Women’s Golf Clothing

The world of women's golf clothing is not just about functionality; it’s also about style. Here are some current trends that are making waves in women’s golf fashion:

Bold Colors and Patterns

Gone are the days of bland and boring golf attire. Today's women golfers are embracing bold colors and playful patterns. Bright hues, floral prints, and geometric designs are all popular choices, allowing women to express their individuality on the course.

Athleisure Style

The athleisure trend has significantly influenced women’s golf clothing. Many golfers opt for apparel that can seamlessly transition from the course to casual outings. Think stylish leggings paired with a chic golf top or a sporty dress that doubles as casual wear.

Sustainable Fabrics

With increasing awareness of environmental issues, many brands are focusing on sustainability. Women’s golf clothing made from recycled materials or organic cotton is becoming more popular, appealing to eco-conscious consumers.

Tailored Fits

Modern golf apparel often features tailored fits that flatter the female form without sacrificing comfort. Brands are paying more attention to cuts and styles that cater to different body shapes, providing options for everyone.

Accessories

Accessories play a crucial role in completing a golf outfit. From stylish visors and caps to chic golf bags, women can add personality to their look with carefully chosen accessories.

Tips for Selecting Women’s Golf Clothing

When shopping for women’s golf clothing, consider the following tips to ensure you choose the best options for your needs:

Prioritize Comfort and Fit

Comfort is paramount in golf apparel. Look for clothing that allows for a full range of motion and fits well without being too tight. Trying on different brands and styles can help you find the perfect fit.

Check the Fabric

Choose fabrics that wick moisture away from the skin to keep you dry during play. Lightweight, breathable materials are ideal for hot weather, while layering options are essential for cooler temperatures.

Consider the Course Conditions

Different golf courses have varying dress codes and climates. Always check the course’s requirements before selecting your outfit. Additionally, consider the weather forecast for the day to choose appropriate layers.

Invest in Quality

Quality golf clothing can enhance your performance and last longer. While it may be tempting to opt for cheaper options, investing in high-quality pieces from reputable brands can pay off in the long run.

Personal Style

Your golf attire is a reflection of your personal style. Don’t shy away from expressing yourself through your clothing choices. Select colors, patterns, and styles that resonate with you and make you feel confident on the course.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

What should I wear for a casual round of golf?

For a casual round, opt for a breathable polo or a comfortable golf shirt paired with shorts or golf pants. Comfortable footwear is essential, so consider wearing golf shoes or athletic sneakers.

Are there specific clothing brands that focus on women's golf apparel?

Yes, several brands specialize in women’s golf clothing, including Adidas, Nike, Puma, and Lululemon, among others. Many of these brands offer stylish options that cater to different preferences.

How can I layer my golf outfit for cooler weather?

To layer for cooler weather, start with a moisture-wicking base layer, then add a long-sleeve shirt or lightweight sweater. Finish with a windbreaker or jacket that provides protection from the elements.

Can I wear leggings or yoga pants for golf?

Yes, many women now wear leggings or yoga pants for golf, especially those designed specifically for the sport. Look for options with moisture-wicking properties and adequate stretch for comfort during swings.

What type of golf shoes should I choose?

Choose golf shoes designed for women that offer comfort, support, and traction. Spikeless shoes are versatile and can be worn on and off the course, while spiked options provide excellent grip.

Conclusion

Women’s golf clothing has come a long way, offering a blend of style, comfort, and performance that caters to the modern female golfer. With an array of options available, it's easier than ever to find attire that enhances your game while allowing you to express your individuality. By choosing the right materials, staying current with trends, and focusing on comfort, you can step onto the course confidently, ready to play your best.

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How to Book Flights for a Golf Vacation

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Planning a golf vacation can be an exhilarating experience, especially when you envision yourself playing on some of the world’s most stunning courses. However, the key to a smooth and enjoyable trip often begins with booking the right flights. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you book flights for your next golf vacation, ensuring a seamless journey from start to finish.

1. Choose Your Destination Wisely

The first step in booking flights for your golf vacation is selecting the perfect destination. Consider factors such as:

Climate: Opt for destinations with favorable weather conditions.

Golf Courses: Research top-rated courses and their proximity to airports.

Travel Restrictions: Check for any travel advisories or restrictions that might affect your trip.

Popular golf destinations include Scotland, Ireland, Florida, Arizona, and Spain, each offering unique experiences for golf enthusiasts.

2. Plan Your Travel Dates

Flexibility with travel dates can often lead to better flight deals. Consider traveling during the off-peak seasons or mid-week when flights are typically less expensive. This flexibility can also help you avoid crowded courses and ensure a more relaxed vacation.

3. Use Flight Comparison Websites

Leverage flight comparison websites like Skyscanner, Kayak, or Google Flights to compare prices across different airlines. These platforms allow you to:

Set Price Alerts: Get notified when prices drop.

Compare Layovers: Choose flights with minimal layover time to maximize your golfing hours.

Check Baggage Policies: Ensure the airline can accommodate your golf equipment without hefty fees.

4. Book Early or Last Minute

Booking flights early can secure better rates, especially for popular destinations and peak travel times. Alternatively, if you have a flexible schedule, last-minute deals can sometimes offer significant savings. Sign up for newsletters from airlines and travel sites to stay informed about upcoming deals and discounts.

5. Consider Golf-Friendly Airlines

Some airlines are more accommodating to golfers, offering better rates or services for transporting golf equipment. Research airlines that are known for their golf-friendly policies, such as:

Southwest Airlines: Offers two free checked bags, which can include golf bags.

Delta Airlines: Allows golf clubs as part of your checked baggage allowance.

Etihad Airways: Provides additional baggage allowance for sports equipment.

6. Check Baggage Policies and Fees

Understanding the baggage policies and fees for carrying golf equipment is crucial. Most airlines allow golf bags as checked luggage, but fees and weight limits vary. Ensure your golf bag meets the airline's specifications to avoid extra charges.

7. Pack Smart

When packing for your golf vacation, consider the following tips:

Use a Sturdy Travel Bag: Invest in a high-quality, hard-shell golf travel bag to protect your clubs.

Distribute Weight Evenly: Place heavier items, like shoes and balls, at the bottom of the bag.

Pack Essentials in Your Carry-On: Include a change of clothes, toiletries, and any medications in case your checked bag is delayed.

8. Join Frequent Flyer Programs

Frequent flyer programs can offer significant benefits, including free checked bags, priority boarding, and even free flights. Join the frequent flyer programs of the airlines you’re considering to accumulate points that can be used for future travel.

9. Consider Travel Insurance

Travel insurance is an essential aspect of booking flights for any vacation. It can protect you against trip cancellations, lost luggage, and medical emergencies. Look for policies that specifically cover golf equipment to ensure you’re fully protected.

10. Book Directly with the Airline

While third-party booking sites can offer competitive prices, booking directly with the airline can provide added benefits such as better customer service, easier changes or cancellations, and the possibility of earning more frequent flyer points.

Conclusion

Booking flights for a golf vacation involves careful planning and consideration. By choosing the right destination, being flexible with your travel dates, using comparison websites, and understanding airline policies, you can ensure a smooth and enjoyable journey. Remember to pack smart, join frequent flyer programs, and consider travel insurance for a hassle-free trip. Now that you're equipped with these tips, it's time to tee off on your dream golf vacation!

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Unlocking Your Golf Game Potential with Flightpath Premium Golf Tees

In the realm of golf, every element—from the clubs you wield to the shoes you wear—can impact your performance. One often-overlooked yet essential component is the golf tee. Enter Flightpath Premium Golf Tees, an innovation designed to elevate your game by addressing the nuances of the perfect drive. This article explores the features, benefits, and unique attributes that make Flightpath Premium Golf Tees a must-have for golf enthusiasts of all levels.

What Sets Flightpath Premium Golf Tees Apart?

1. Precision Engineering for Consistent Performance

Flightpath Premium Golf Tees are crafted with precision engineering to ensure each drive is consistent and reliable. Unlike traditional wooden or plastic tees, these premium tees are designed with an aerodynamic shape that minimizes resistance and maximizes distance. The unique design promotes a consistent ball flight, which is crucial for achieving accuracy and distance off the tee.

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2. Durable Construction

Durability is a key factor in the effectiveness of a golf tee. Flightpath Premium Golf Tees are made from high-quality materials that withstand the rigors of repeated use. This means fewer broken tees, more savings in the long run, and a more environmentally friendly option due to their longevity.

3. Optimal Height Control

One of the standout features of Flightpath Premium Golf Tees is their ability to provide optimal height control. The tees are marked with height indicators, allowing golfers to set the ball at the perfect height for their driver, fairway woods, or irons. This consistent ball placement helps in achieving the desired launch angle and spin rate, essential for a successful shot.

4. Reduced Friction

Flightpath Premium Golf Tees are designed to reduce friction between the ball and the tee. This reduction in friction leads to better energy transfer from the club to the ball, resulting in increased ball speed and, consequently, greater distance. The smooth, contoured design of the tees ensures minimal interference with the club’s path.

5. Eco-Friendly Design

In today’s environmentally conscious world, Flightpath Premium Golf Tees stand out for their eco-friendly design. They are made from biodegradable materials that break down naturally over time, reducing the environmental impact. This commitment to sustainability makes them an ideal choice for golfers who care about the planet.

The Benefits of Using Flightpath Premium Golf Tees

1. Enhanced Distance and Accuracy

Golfers using Flightpath Premium Golf Tees can expect noticeable improvements in both distance and accuracy. The aerodynamic design and reduced friction allow for more consistent and powerful drives. The result is a more enjoyable game with better scores.

2. Cost-Effectiveness

Despite being a premium product, Flightpath tees offer cost-effectiveness through their durability. Unlike traditional tees that break easily, these tees last longer, reducing the frequency of replacement and ultimately saving money.

3. Consistent Ball Placement

The height indicators on Flightpath Premium Golf Tees ensure that golfers can consistently place the ball at the ideal height for each shot. This consistency is key to improving performance, as it allows golfers to develop a more reliable and repeatable swing.

4. Environmental Responsibility

Using biodegradable tees helps golfers reduce their environmental footprint. Flightpath Premium Golf Tees offer an eco-friendly alternative to traditional plastic tees, aligning with the values of sustainability-minded golfers.

Conclusion

Flightpath Premium Golf Tees represent a significant advancement in golf tee technology. Their precision engineering, durability, optimal height control, reduced friction, and eco-friendly design make them an excellent choice for golfers seeking to improve their game while being mindful of the environment.

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Allbirds vs Cole Haan: Which Brand Offers the Best Comfort, Durability, and Style? 2024

Certainly! Let’s dive into a detailed comparison between Allbirds vs Cole Haan shoes. These two brands cater to different preferences, so understanding their features will help you make an informed choice.

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Allbirds vs Cole Haan: A Side-by-Side Comparison

1. Materials - Allbirds: Known for their eco-friendly approach, Allbirds uses materials like eucalyptus trees and wool for their uppers. They also incorporate sugar cane-based midsoles and eco-friendly foam. - Cole Haan: Cole Haan produces shoes for running, golf, and boating. Their running shoes feature breathable mesh tongues, and the standout feature is their water-resistant uppers, which perform better than Allbirds in preventing water damage. The midsoles are foam-based.

2. Comfort - Allbirds: Having worn several Allbirds shoes myself, I can attest to their comfort. The Tree Dashers are perfect for summer—lightweight, flexible, and spongy. The Wool Flyers keep your feet warm during winter and provide a snug fit. - Cole Haan: Cole Haan’s knit uppers allow proper air ventilation, keeping your feet dry and comfortable. These shoes are designed for easy on and off, making them a great choice for convenience. 3. Durability - Allbirds: Allbirds sneakers are impressively durable, designed for frequent wear. With proper care, you can expect them to last around two years. - Cole Haan: Cole Haan shoes offer even greater durability, lasting 3 to 4 years. If longevity is a priority, Cole Haan wins in this category. 4. Price - Allbirds: The price range for Allbirds sneakers typically falls between $110 and $170. - Cole Haan: Cole Haan sneakers start at $140 and can go up to $180. Golf shoes may cost up to $200. If you’re on a tight budget, Allbirds might be the better choice.

Which brand is more eco-friendly?

Both Allbirds and Cole Haan have made efforts to incorporate eco-friendly materials into their shoe designs, but let’s break down their approaches: - Allbirds: - Allbirds is well-known for its commitment to sustainability. They use natural and renewable materials for their shoes, such as: - Wool: Allbirds’ original shoe, the Wool Runner, features a merino wool upper. Wool is biodegradable and has a lower environmental impact compared to synthetic materials. - Tree Fiber: The Tree Dasher and Tree Runners use eucalyptus tree fiber for their uppers. Eucalyptus trees grow quickly and require less water than cotton. - Sugar Cane Midsoles: Some Allbirds models have midsoles made from sugarcane-based foam, which reduces reliance on petroleum-based materials. - Allbirds also prioritizes ethical manufacturing processes and carbon neutrality. They offset their carbon emissions and aim for transparency in their supply chain. - Cole Haan: - While Cole Haan doesn’t emphasize sustainability as much as Allbirds, they have made strides in recent years: - Water-Resistant Materials: Cole Haan uses water-resistant uppers in many of their shoes. This feature prolongs the shoe’s life and reduces the need for frequent replacements. - Leather Alternatives: Cole Haan offers leather alternatives, such as synthetic materials and vegan leather, which can be more eco-friendly than traditional leather. - Recycled Materials: Some Cole Haan models incorporate recycled materials, although this isn’t a consistent feature across their entire lineup. - However, Cole Haan’s overall sustainability efforts are less pronounced compared to Allbirds. In summary, Allbirds takes a more explicit and comprehensive approach to eco-friendliness, considering both materials and manufacturing processes. If sustainability is a top priority for you, Allbirds is likely the better choice. However, if you prefer other features like water resistance or durability, Cole Haan might still be a good option for you. Remember to check specific models for their eco-friendly features! 🌿👟 .

What are the most sustainable shoe brands?

Here are some of the most sustainable shoe brands that prioritize eco-friendly materials, ethical practices, and comfortable designs: - Allbirds: Known for their wool sneakers and tree fiber shoes, Allbirds uses natural materials like merino wool and eucalyptus tree fiber. They also focus on ethical manufacturing and carbon neutrality. - Alohas: Alohas offers platform boots, sandals, and loafers. They follow strict ethical practices, give back to their communities, and provide inclusive sizing. - SAOLA: SAOLA produces breathable shoes and supports wildlife conservation. Their footwear is made from recycled and upcycled materials. - VEERAH: VEERAH creates cruelty-free designer shoes. Their commitment to sustainability includes using high-quality materials and ethical production methods. - Cariuma: Cariuma’s sneakers are eco-friendly and stylish. They prioritize low-impact renewable materials and strive for circularity. Remember that sustainable shoes not only benefit the environment but also contribute to a socially responsible future. Choose brands that align with your values and enjoy comfortable, eco-conscious footwear! 👟🌿 Summary Both Allbirds and Cole Haan offer excellent performance shoes. If you prioritize eco-friendliness and comfort, Allbirds is a solid choice. However, if you seek versatility, durability, and water resistance, Cole Haan is worth considering. Remember that personal preferences play a significant Read the full article