#Island Golf Course

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Island Golf Course at Innisbrook near Tampa, Florida.

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HI

Share the news, send emails, do phone calls to Florida's Gov. DeSantis. Please y'all help protect these state parks

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"We're destructive too" I mean, there are plenty of people who think humans don't deserve to be on the planet and contribute nothing of value (either eugenicists or anti-humanists).

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South Seas Resort on Captiva Island has vacation life figured out. This 330-acre retreat is the ultimate getaway for those who love the beach, boating, fishing, shelling, and golf. If you’re wondering how one resort can offer so many experiences, the best way to find out is by making the trek to this quaint island located three miles off the coast of Fort Myers, FL. Discover why vacationers from…

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Beautiful spring wedding at Pawleys Plantation

[ridher]

rafe cameron & jealousy when another guy shows interest in his shy country club waitress

just as expected, he pulls up to the club around late afternoon. it's a warm summer day in the outer banks with a cool breeze flowing from the beach into the building where you're padding around, wiping up the tables of wealthy patrons.

he had no plan of messing around on the golf course, instead heading straight inside the lobby to see his favorite girl. it was odd how he practically craved to see you, but once he'd broken down those heavily guarded walls, the two of you could talk away your whole shift.

it was a slow process, but he enjoyed having to work for your attention — no matter how often it tested his patience.

so when he saunters into the bar and sees some douche greedily taking in the shy girl across the counter, he's seeing red. an overreaction? maybe. that doesn't stop him from collecting himself and heading overall passive-aggressively.

rafe claps a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder, turning to face him with an all but friendly smile. meanwhile, you've just finished up his drink, tentatively sliding it across the dividing surface and glancing between the boys in front of her.

taking it into his own hands, rafe shoots you a wink and takes the glass, all but shoving it into the guy's grasp and shooing him off. begrudgingly, he complies — because nobody wants to be on the wrong side of any cameron.

you're left a bit stunned staring up at the boy you know with a flushed face and big eyes, in awe.

"you didn't have to do all that." your eyes follow him as he takes his usual seat, shrugging with a smug grin.

"yeah, i know, baby. gimme a, uh.. y'know the usual." unable to hold back a smile, you nod and get to it. a content feeling washes over you knowing someone on this god-awful island has your back — even if he's now the one unabashedly eyeing up your body when you bend over to scoop some ice.

but it's rafe, he'd never harm his sweet little server, the girl of few words who is silent for the rest of the town. he takes pride in the understanding nobody knows you the way he does.

he'll walk you out after closing later that day — yet to accept his constant offers of giving you a ride home.

standing outside the club, you hesitate before leaning up on your toes and pressing a soft kiss of gratitude to his cheek, all but whispering a soft 'bye, rafe' and turning on your heels to walk off, immediately thinking over your choice and adjusting your work bag on your shoulder with a sigh.

he's left staring after you with the cockiest smirk he could sport, getting one last eyeful before retreating to his truck, finally feeling successful in his patient approach with you.

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Charleston Dining Room Kitchen Dining

An enormous minimalist kitchen/dining room combination with a dark wood floor and white walls is an example.

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City to Sea Walkway

The most varied of Wellington’s six walkways, the City to Sea Walkway is a wonderful day walk between Wellington CBD and the south coast through 14 parks and reserves, cemeteries, botanic gardens, and golf courses, with plenty of history and some stunning views. It it well marked with yellow poles, and overlaps with a couple of walkways in places. It starts at Bolton St Cemetery, demarcated in…

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Innisbrook Golf Resort in Palm Harbor Florida.

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the cameron's go golfing

synopsis: Rafe teaches Charlie how to play golf, and to everyone's surprise, he is incredibly patient and gentle

On a pleasant spring day, the Cameron family sauntered out onto the Kildare Island golf course, spending the weekend together doing a new activity. New for everyone bar Rafe, that is. Rafe loved golf, and often spent his weekends on the grass doing his best to clear his mind and wipe away the frustrations of dealing with his business partners and their dull chatter. He usually ended up there with Topper and the pair would aimlessly talk shit for a while before ending up at the country club bar with a beer in hand. This weekend was proving to be different, however.

“C’mon buddy, out you go,” Rafe mumbled as he lifted Charlie down from the golf buggy. The small boy was dressed in what was almost a miniature version of his father’s outfit - a pair of khaki shorts and a blue polo shirt, with a pair of white shoes to match. Rafe had rolled his eyes at the sight at first, but later begged his wife to take a picture of the pair matching. The father and son headed towards their starting marker, eagerly watched by the other members of their family. High school gf!reader sat comfortably in the buggy as a sleeping Emmy rested firmly against her chest. She had played golf more than once with Rafe, but today she felt more than happy to watch rather than join in. Even though she had no intent to join the game Rafe had still insisted she wear the golfing outfit he had bought her months ago, demanding that she show him the short white dress. Seeing his pretty wife in such a flattering outfit had certainly put him in a good mood, and if they had not already booked a cart they would’ve arrived later to the course than expected.

Rafe stood with Charlie, placing the tiny club into his hand. He was only 3 but Rafe had purchased the clubs a year ago and was finally glad to have his son practice and experience them. “Ok little man, so you have to stand like this, facing the side. Plant your feet apart like this,” he instructed, making sure Charlie mimicked his actions, “and hold your club up the top.” Watching the boy struggle to figure out his positioning spurred Rafe into action, crouching down by his son’s side and gently repositioning his body into the perfect stance. “There you go buddy, does that feel ok?”.

Charlie nodded eagerly towards his father, his full cheeks pulling into a wide grin. Rafe returned the smile and gestured for him to watch again, “Daddy’s gonna show you how to do it, and then you have a go.” With that, he lined up his shot and with a moment of silence, sent the golf ball flying across the course towards the hole. The loud cheers and squeals that Charlie let out caught the attention of nearby players, one of them being none other than Topper Thornton. As he watched the way Rafe returned to his former crouched position beside his mini-me, he couldn’t help but be surprised. Rafe was a tough guy, or at least that was the act he put on, and even though he had embraced being a father the past two years, he wasn’t known for being an overly soft or affectionate guy. So to see him coddle and nurture his son was almost jarring to his friend, not ever having known Rafe to be patient or gentle with anyone.

Topper watched as the little boy swung and to everyone’s delight the ball travelled a substantial amount. The squeals of joy were again heard but this time, even Rafe let out a cheer. Topper’s attention moved to the figures in the golf buggy, seeing high school gf!reader and Emmy seated comfortably. He almost envied the small family his friend now had, wondering what it would be like to have someone so steadfast by his side. Another cheer broke his thought process, this time seeing Rafe put the ball into the hole, all while Charlie clung to his father’s pant leg. Another two attempts from Charlie had the ball landing in the hole, prompting his mother to clap and shout loudly, “Go Charlie! Great job!”.

All watched as Rafe picked him up swiftly, letting him settle firmly into his arms. As Rafe looked down at his carbon-copy, he couldn’t help but feel so proud of his boy. It had happened before, like when he first walked and talked, but every time his son achieved a milestone his heart just felt so full and like it could explode at any moment. At first it had scared him (and sometimes it still did) but now it reminded him of how far he had come, and how every decision he had made to get to this spot was worth it to be with his family.

“You did great, little man. You’re gonna be a great golfer like daddy, just you wait,” Rafe praised.

Their attention was dragged back towards the golf cart as high school gf!reader called them back, the engine already on in preparation of moving to the next hole. “C’mon, let’s go see your sister again.”

Still watching, Topper could only marvel at the sight of ‘family man’ Rafe Cameron. His friend had really transformed for the better and even if he would give him a hard time for it next time they saw each other, he was secretly glad. Rafe had found his people and that made all the difference in who he was.

This has been sitting in my requests for ages but I finally found the motivation to write it! Imagining Rafe being like this makes my heart swell.

[whytheylosttheirminds]

LUNCH

(rafe cameron blurb)

pairing: waitress!reader x rafe cameron

content: smut, 18+ minors do not interact!

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You usually liked your job. Being on your feet all day sucked, and some of the members here were assholes, but they were rich assholes and you never left without your purse overflowing with tips.

It only took a few weeks of waitressing at the Island Club’s restaurant to learn what kinds of things had you clocking out with pockets full of twenties and fifties. You weren’t even from North Carolina originally, but you adopted a sweet, southern drawl to match your fake smile. When you were back-of-house waiting on food for your tables, you’d drop the act, fucking around with the cooks and swearing like a sailor, immediately codeswitching to an angelic southern belle when you were back on the floor.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” the old men would say when you dropped off their burgers. 

“You’re welcome, hun,” you’d say to their face, followed by “get fucked, creep,” once your back was turned.

Somehow, the younger guys were even worse. At least the older men had some subtlety, but the twenty-something, trustfunded Kook boys that would come in had absolutely no tact, and they tipped like shit.

Today, none of your work friends were scheduled with you, your new manager had laid into you about your dress being too short for a professional environment, and to top it off, you were working a double. You were actually considering quitting when a herd of local boys came barrelling into the restaurant, fresh off of making fools of themselves on the golf course - all swagger and no skill. You groaned when they sat themselves in your section.

You had absolutely no patience left in you. Instead of your usual chipper greeting and the list of today’s specials, you arrived at their table snapping, “you’re supposed to wait to be seated.”

The guy closest to you looked up under the shadow of his Titlest hat, a smug glint in his eyes as he said, “y'know, you’d be prettier if you smiled. You’d make a lot more money too.” His buddies erupted in laughter, as if he’d just brought the house down with his wit.

You were so fucking done, not even caring if you lost your job.

“Eat me,” you bit back at him. A casual flick of your middle finger in his face as you spun and sauntered away. He watched your hips swing as you left.

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Your dress was bunched up around your waist and apron thrown on the club’s bathroom floor. He kneeled behind you as your nails dug into the marble countertop. Fingertips digging into your ass cheeks, he shook his head back and forth rapidly, dragging his tongue all over your pussy. His pornographic slurps made you whimper helplessly, so incredibly frustrated and turned on. He turned his hat around backwards so he could get deeper.

His big hand came down hard on the side of your thigh with a loud thwack. There would be a red handprint at the hem of your dress when you returned from your 15-minute break. If your boss wasn’t pissed at you before, you were in for it now. But you were too fucked out to care, forgetting all about your bad shift. You let him devour you, your whole body shuddering with every precise flick of his tongue against your clit.

He nibbled at the skin of your inner thighs as he hooked his fingers into you skillfully, drunk on the sound of all the pretty profanities that flowed from your lips.

You came so hard he had to hold you up against the bathroom sink, your knees shaking as you struggled to pull your panties back up. He stood behind you, wiping his mouth sloppily with the back of his hand. He caught your eyes in the mirror, smiling arrogantly at your bright red cheeks and smudged makeup.

“Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” 

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Your legs wobbled as you walked back to the table with only his drink on your tray. His friends were already getting up to leave, complaining about how long their food was taking. You'd forgotten all about their orders. He took the cold glass from you with a wink, throwing it back before following his friends to the door.

“You gonna pay for that?” You scoffed.

“Put it on Cameron!” He called back.

You rolled your eyes.

Maybe you’d keep this job a little longer.

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Vintage wedding styles at Litchfield Country Club in Pawleys Island

[ridher]

rafe being soft for the shy pogue working at the country club

you were new to the outer banks, having just moved to the island with your family. being a pogue, however, was less than ideal. it's not like you would know that though, because having yet to make any friends, how were you supposed to know these ridiculous terms that separated the town?

luckily, it wasn't hard for a pretty girl to get a job at the island club — serving drinks and bussing tables with generous tips.

the days didn't match up until almost a week into working when he first saw you. ever so sweetly taking orders in the little uniform you wear — a tiny skirt and fitted white polo that looks so tempting, especially because you don't even realize it.

rafe is determined to make you swoon, pogue or not. he saunters over in his effortlessly confident manner, not even bothering to take a seat and instead leaning over the bar with his arms crossed — forearms braced atop the hard counter.

a quick sweep across your figure with his tongue pressed to his cheek before his eyes meet yours as you spin around to greet him with a characteristically shy smile.

none the wiser to his troublesome reputation, you gaze up at him with big eyes through your lashes, standing before him though across the bar and speaking up all soft and polite.

"what can i get you?" rich, attractive boys your age were all but uncommon at the country club — spending their afternoons on the golf course and purchasing excessive amounts of alcohol.

rafe is no different. he orders a drink from some expensive bottle, all the while shamelessly crowding your space and purposefully trying to use intimidation to catch your eye. it works opposite to how he would like, the low and sultry voice he thanks you in only causing you to scurry off and switch to the back of house.

he takes it personally and makes it his mission when he shows up the next day (for the sole purpose of seeing you) to try again. he'll get what he wants. watching from afar he won't admit to himself he's in awe. how soft and sweet you are to everyone, even when you're alone shows it's not a facade.

the next approach he's more patient, coming in the cool lobby and running a nervous hand through his curtain bangs before flashing you a small smile. if only you knew how rare that was.

properly introducing himself with a firm handshake and taking a place at one of the barstools, ordering the same drink as previously and putting it on the cameron's tab.

"you, uh, you're new around here, huh?" he inquires in an unusually soft tone, patiently awaiting your answer.

"mhm. been just a couple days." you wipe up the counter — a repetitive task to busy yourself with in situations like these.

"right, right.." tapping a finger against the smooth surface barricading you from him, watching intently and trying not to come across too strong as he plots thoroughly in his head.

it becomes a regular thing — his near daily visits to the club. after spending a day aggressively hitting balls on the green with his friends, he comes inside to just talk.. and watch how your face flushes when he says practically anything, dimples and all. in your mind, he's the only friend you've made in this town and he is more than happy to be that person in his own, slightly twisted way.