#Womens Golf Sunglasses

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Sunglasses

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Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: G (wooo, that’s a first for me) Just fluffy fluff, you guys.

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Of all the things Javi has seen through his sunglasses, the sunglasses’ favorite sight is his relationship with his wife.

A/N: Apparently I’m writing fics from the POV of objects now. Hopefully it’s not really weird lol. Hit the follow button to read my next fic golf from the perspective of the sex Afghan on Javi’s leather couch (jk). Leave your girl a comment and reblog to fuel my obsession with writing this guy.

The Aviators were a staple of his look.

They could be anywhere. Dangling off the third or fourth button of his shirt at the bottom of the deep V that began at the collar. Perched on his nose, amber glass masking the intense gaze of intoxicating brown eyes.

They knew more intimately than most, his deepest fears. They had front row seats as he stared down the barrel of guns pointed at him. They knew the fear of seeing a teenage boy at the end of his gun, his hands shaking as the foundations of his morals stained under the pressure of his job.

If you asked them, they’d tell you of everything Javier saw at work, even the memories that he repressed to be able to wear his gun and badge another day. If you asked them, they’d tell you the first time he saw her. It was momentary. Fleeting. Nothing special. The aviators would let you know that his eyes did not linger, contrary to what his pretty pink lips whispered into her ears at night when he buried himself inside her. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you the first time I saw you, Hermosa…” She’d moan and pull him close and kiss the lips that waxed poetic in between the dirty, dirty words that made her clench around him and pull his hair and arch her neck to let his lips taste her.

The aviators would tell you that they served as cover when he wanted to keep his emotions to himself. Police work did not take away how emotive those brown eyes were. So they sometimes served as blinds on the window to his soul.

She was the sunglasses’ favorite sight. Not because she was extraordinarily beautiful. Their owner would disagree- he would argue that she was extraordinary in every way, including beauty. He would add a couple more adjectives. But the aviators were more objective than the man they belonged to. However, both man and sunglasses could agree that she was their favorite view.

For Javier, it was her beauty- the spark in her eyes, the upward turn of her lips when she spotted him, the sign of desire when she looked him up and down, the way her shirts clung to her breasts, the fabric of her skirts that hugged her ass— you get the gist. For the sunglasses, the joy was in the way his eyes responded to the view.

First it was just curiosity. Pretty woman, sat by herself at the same restaurant where he sometimes had breakfast. Hard not to notice that she was a regular, one who sat at the exact same table and ate the same breakfast everyday.

Then it was desire. Nothing out of the normal for the man, the aviators would tell you. They’d seen desire on his side plenty when he saw women through them. The glasses were an accomplice to the way his eyes would gallivant over beautiful bodies. They sat close as his mind evaluated just how much he would love to have other parts of his body enjoy what his eyes had spotted.

As the relationship progressed, the aviators found themself in the mix a lot. Their owner found himself visiting her more often than other women. The pair was sometimes pressed against the chests of the couple as they drank from each other’s lips. Her hand sometimes took them off its place tucked in his shirt and set them on her bedside table.

The sunglasses would be the first to tell you when everything changed between Javier and the woman. At least on Javier’s part. Eyes that roamed the surroundings frantically to look for danger in every room acted uncharacteristically around her. They’d stop on her, take her in. Just when the glasses thought that their owner’s eyes had had enough, they’d find him continuing to stare. They were glad the man had her to look at. Something nice. Someone that made him happy.

She got closer to him than anyone else. And he let her.

The aviators weren’t a perfect barrier. If one stepped closer, stood heart to heart with the man, emotive brown eyes would reveal the depths of the soul.

She saw it through the sunglasses’ amber barrier. He allowed her the spot in front of his chest from where she could see it. She seemed to like what she saw, staying in the spot he gave her though he was afraid, though his mind told him to step back before she saw too much— before he liked what he saw more than he should. The aviators could tell you that he was long past that point.

There was no stopping now.

It was because of her that the aviators knew there was a world beyond sicarios, sex workers, and bosses cross at Javier for his transgressions.

There were dates in grassy parks, picking her up from university, and accompanying her to markets where she bought vegetables that Javier loaded in his jeep. The aviators were unaware of the existence of vegetables before that. They would be quite annoyed if you mocked them for this lapse in knowledge. To be fair to the object, Javier’s diet was strictly limited to whiskey and cigarettes.

The aviators were loyal. Javier only.

But they didn’t mind when she playfully snatched them off Javier’s face and placed them on her own. She played at his seriousness, looked through them in a mockery of his stern police-like gaze and let some expletives slip off her tongue in an imitation of him. It pleased the sunglasses that this woman who was so close to him believed them to be such an essential part of him that she used them to mimic him.

They got a glimpse into her soul then, could see that she had no malicious intent in snatching them off the rightful owner. It was not theft.

The twinkle in his eyes when she did that told the glasses that he enjoyed it. Other belongings found themselves on his women quite a lot. Especially his colorful shirts. They told stories of the beautiful women who’d wear them for a period after they’d been discarded on the floor in favor of access to the chest they covered up. The aviators didn’t have any such stories.

Until her.

The aviators would tell the shirts that they’d met her eyes, seen into her soul, seen that she liked him just as much as he liked her. The shirts in turn shared that he liked seeing her wear them after they found pleasure in each other’s bodies. It was different with her, the shirts would say. He liked her wearing them— the shirts — not just because he liked evidence of beautiful bodies in his belongings. No, he liked his woman wearing his shirts.

He lent them to her sometimes. When she squirted under the bright sun, he’d pluck them off his own face and offer them for her to wear. She’d smile and accept them, taking it as a gesture that he cared.

The sunglasses knew before the man himself that he’d fallen in love. Closest to the windows to his soul and all. His shirts would argue that they knew even before the sunglasses— they felt his heart beat faster when she came into contact with him. The sunglasses would argue that they knew better than the shirts— shirts changed everyday, but sunglasses didn’t.

They had the full picture if you will.

Ironically, the full picture was forgotten when it came to her. He had eyes only for her when she was around, the background blending together and fading away. Nothing else was important. They stared before only because of her physicality, but now they stared to learn and memorize every inch of her. They delighted in every micro expression, every smile and every frown, every which way she responded to him.

If you asked the aviators, they’d tell you proudly of being there when Javier’s eyes found a sparkling diamond ring in a jewelry store display. He took them off to admire it, to see its natural twinkle without the amber barrier. He didn’t buy it.

It was after all the biggest, shiniest rock that made it to the display of the store.

Not something one could afford on a government salary. Nothing you’d find on a humble professor’s finger. But, it put the thought in his head. Marriage. It frightened him, but not because of the commitment. No, it was fear that no sparkly bit of carbon would make her agree to a lifetime with his ass. He didn’t feel it with the last woman, Lorraine.

They blended in with her things soon. Next to her hair clip, her novel, both their wristwatches, and her earrings that he removed and set aside carefully when they made love. Just as his pants and shirts acquainted themselves with her dresses— on their bedroom floor, their laundry hamper, their dresser drawers.

Amber glasses would acquire scratches over the years. Javier would leave it forgotten in a drawer somewhere in his new home with his wife. Another pair of aviators, shiny and unscratched, would sit on the bridge of his beautiful nose. But if you asked them, they’d tell you of their clear vision though the scratches and from the dark depths of the drawer. They’d tell you that he still looked at her with the same adoration despite the years.

They’d find themselves roughhoused in small hands that like to play pretend. They'd sit on a nose, smaller yet similar to Javier’s as little lips that definitely belonged to her tried to talk like Papa. She’d laugh and tell him that their little one sounded exactly like him. He’d roll his eyes but enjoy the peaceful bubble he’d managed to forge with her.

The new aviators stayed shiny for not having seen the horrors, for having only the sight of his happy wife and growing family. But the OG, they’d proudly tell you that they shined despite the horrors of his old DEA job because they were there when it all began.

[garglyswoof]

Fragile Things

ao3 For @kastleexchange Come What May Day 1, "What Could Be" The first thing they say to each other in Daredevil: Born Again. Please note i have no clue what canon is anymore, except (hopefully) in terms of characterization. She knows it can’t last, like it’s a truce the world has temporarily granted, fragile and held together by the most tenuous of things. A house of cards, really, and she eyes it warily, even as Matt’s let down his own guard now that Fisk isn’t around. No one has stepped up to the plate to organize criminal activity on the scale Fisk had managed, his empire ran haphazardly by lesser minds, as lesser threats.

So yes, Matt has let them in more, her and Foggy, now that his nightly excursions seem almost too easy. Not that they don’t leave him bruised and battered, but he seems less afraid of pulling his friends in when there’s not a criminal mastermind behind them, just poor attempts at the throne.

Still, she‘s tense that whole spring, into summer, then the fall, waiting and watching that house of cards. The Jack of Hearts looks a little bit like Foggy, who’d grown a goatee and then shaved it off in favor of just a mustache despite Karen needling him mercilessly for it.

“Karen, I’m going through my eras of TV Hunk. We’re in the Tom Selleck phase, do you know how many women swooned over his mustache? I will not be bound by societal changes.”

“Does Marci like it?”

He glances sidelong at her, pauses then lets out a defeated sigh. “Yes, or you know it would be gone in 30 seconds.”

“Ok I’ll work on her. Every time you come into the office I picture you sliding across the hood of a 70s muscle car like you’re in Magnum P.I. and I can’t take you seriously.”

“Reminds me of that time when Fr--” Foggy stops himself, but she knows.

“Yeah,” she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze then leave it. “Yeah it does.”

It would be a lie to say she didn’t think about Frank, but Murdock, Nelson and Page had been a good distraction this last year. Setting up the firm, finding a new office in the Kitchen, and just playing serious legal catch-up to the two avocados at law were enough to keep thoughts of him to a dull roar (she’d bought them little namesakes, glass-blown ones with painted-on sunglasses and a mustache, from a stall at one of those weekend art festivals that were always popping up around the city).

Still, at night when she tosses her keys on the side table and the lonely weight of her quiet apartment settles into her bones, she thinks of him. Of how he couldn’t look at her in that damned hospital room, eyes darting, of how he pushed her away with his own stubborn, selfish aims. Yeah. Yeah, she’ll have a lot to say to him, if she could. 

But he’s been gone this past year, or maybe just terrorizing some other part of the country’s criminal organizations. Like she’d thought earlier, New York was missing some of its seedy underbelly these days. It’s why it worked, this house of cards.

It comes crashing down that Thursday night. 

It had been a good day, Matt heading into court in the afternoon, Foggy finally breaking the industrious quiet by announcing he’s always wanted a putting green in his office. 

Somehow that has evolved into a three-hole miniature golf course where the final hole is a ramp to Foggy’s blown-up face from an old political poster with the mouth cut out. Karen’s sides hurt from laughing as the city settles into the dark of evening. 

“Wow, you really suck at this,” Foggy laughs.

“I did not know I needed to practice -” she bursts into giggles -”putting a ball - oh god - p-putting a ball into your m-mouth”.

Foggy loses it too until a text buzzes both their phones. They both sober up from the laughter, each thinking the same thought as they reach for their mobiles. Matt’s been gone too long.

Sure enough, it’s a text from him, and Karen’s heart sinks from the vagueness of it.

Won’t be able to make it out tonight. You two have fun and see you in the a.m.

She looks up to see Foggy’s expression as he studies the words on the screen like an Ancient Text, the backlight and the now dim light in the office lending him a haggard expression. It's the first time she’s seen it in a year.

“He’ll be okay, Fogs.” She isn’t sure she believes it, but she says it anyway. She doesn’t think he believes it either, but he smiles all the same. She marvels, not for the first time, at how trauma is a form of time travel. Because despite the progress of this past year, her and Foggy both remember Matt, before, and they are right back there again in an instant.

Foggy’s expression almost breaks her heart as he nods and takes an absentminded last putt, the ball rolling up the braille legal book ramp and straight into the picture’s mouth.

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Karen hasn’t changed a bit, despite all that’s happened, and she knows this is a bad idea but can’t stop herself all the same. She’d said goodbye to Foggy at the office doorway, mumbling something about cleaning up the casserole dish from one of their recent sliding scale (if you could call it that) clients. Foggy had been on the phone with Marci, but had paused - Karen’s heart aching with the kindness of him - for a moment, holding his hand over the speaker.

“You sure?” He'd mouthed before speaking in a whisper. “This isn’t about Matt, right?”

She’d shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t going to lie about that, at least. “Maybe it is, but it’s okay. I just want to have some time to think, and scrubbing cheese off this casserole dish will sadly give me time.”

He’d left then, with one worried glance backwards. She’ll have to keep an eye on her phone tonight, she’s willing to bet he’ll at least text to check in on her. 

It had been the silences from Matt that had scared them the most. She isn’t doing that to Foggy.

Still, she’s pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of her rifling through Matt’s files, her notes, and the Bulletin trying to triangulate where the hell Daredevil is off to tonight. She figures it out when she sees the line in the local crime beat from last week, from a paper she hadn’t yet let herself start reading again until now. 

Ex-FBI Officer Charged with Death of Priest, FBI Officer Escapes From Prison

She drops the paper and scrambles to her desk, pulling out the drawer that holds her purse, shaking, and grabs her gun, her breath ragged in the quiet of the office, the gun almost sucking the light out of the room, matte black. She stares at it for a moment before raising it in both hands, her feet unconsciously shifting apart to ground her. She feels the trigger under her finger, safety still on, she knows, and she presses the trigger once, twice, three times, over and over until her face crumples and she slides to the floor. 

She doesn’t give herself much time to let the pain rule her, she never does. If Bullseye is back, then that’s what Matt is looking into, and she knows he’ll need help despite not wanting it. Not to mention she has a score to settle with that psycho. Her hand shakes as she locks the office up until she stares at her fingers, willing them to calmness.

The church still looms taller than her faith, which isn’t hard to manage, she thinks wryly. The night holds an early fall chill, a breeze off the river teasing the hairs at the nape of her neck where her hair is pulled into a low ponytail. Quiet rules the street with the church lit gently by low exterior lights as she eyes the windows and tries not to think about the past. She’s almost about to give up, thinking that she’s guessed wrong, when she sees the heavy front door shift. A figure darts through, too broad-shouldered to be Matt, she thinks, then the door shuts without a noise and she’s staring into a face lit lowly for just a second before the man ducks into the shadows. 

Frank. She’s frozen there, on the sidewalk, and she knows it’s the stupidest thing for her to do so she darts off the path onto the grass that edges the church’s lot. She’s not sure if he’s seen her, and can’t spot him anymore in the darkness, and she has a moment to think - god how on earth did he just disappear like that? before he’s in front of her, finger to his lips at her impending shriek of surprise, his face familiarly blood-spattered and sporting an almost goofy grin. It doesn’t make sense, any of it, and she stares at him in confusion as he tugs her hands into his, holding her out like he wants to look at her, take stock, that grin lowering like a sail as his eyes grow more intense and how can he be so casual and what is going on and -

“Ma’am,” he says, his tone teasing. 

She relaxes, because there can’t be any danger here if he’s acting like that, but then tensing back up because honestly, what the hell? 

He must see it in her face because he rumbles an apology. ‘M’sorry. Just…seeing you like that, reminded me of…” he trails off, dropping her hands to tug at his hood in mimicry of his beggar routine. That happened forever ago, but he still remembers. So does she. “And you’re still all heart, I don’t even need to ask.” 

Something about the way he says it, almost proprietarily, pisses her off. Her eyes flash in the shadows they’ve found themselves in, pulling deeper in as a car passes and breaks the silence with loud, low bass.  “Yeah, Frank? What clued you in there?” 

She wants him to say it. Doesn’t want to have to spell it out.

His head punches back slightly, taking the blow. He changes the subject, or maybe it’s still the same one. “I came back as soon as I heard. The church’s been clean so far, surprised though. Guy like that usually wants to win where he lost.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Karen admits. “So what’s with the blood?”

He touches his face, as if reminding himself. “Research.” 

She almost laughs. 

“Where’s Red?” He rasps out.

“This was me trying to find him,” she says and watches his face soften out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, Karen.”

She waits, staring down at where the grass, wet from the day’s watering, sticks to her sneakers.

He clears his throat. “I wasn’t there for you when he came after you the first time. Fuckin' killed me to hear about it. Killed me to know you were hurt and scared and I wasn’t around to help.”

He’s not saying the right things, but they’re still good ones. She smiles a timid smile, glances up and lets him give her what he can. She’s got a year of therapy on one Frank Castle under her belt.  “It’s okay, Frank.”

She knows he wants to say more, say something about the hospital. She pulls him in for a hug, kisses his cheek in a spot bare of blood. Maybe she’s the one that isn’t ready this time. 

“It’s okay.”

She feels his lips on her neck, a brief chapped kiss, before he pulls back and stares into her eyes like he’s trying to solve her mystery.

“I just want to find Matt, Frank. Make sure he’s okay.” 

Maybe he hears it in her voice, the unspoken later, maybe he just senses the urgency.

“Alright then, let’s go.” He grabs her hand again, pulls his hood up with another. She’s so in shock that she doesn’t move until he starts tugging. He looks back at her, casually throws back, “You’re going to do it anyway. At least I can keep an eye on you this way.”

It both pisses her off and makes her smile. Her feelings are never black and white for Frank Castle, but it definitely seems like he’s accepted some things about her, at least. She squeezes his hand that dwarfs her own, callused and warm, and follows him away from the church, into the heart of the city.

[vampireghostlawyer]

if i imagine the devil he is a 45 year old man who lives 30 minutes outside a major american city. he is an electrician who thinks college is an indoctrination ritual for "liberals." he has the punisher logo and blue lives matter on his giant, souped up pickup truck, which he owns despite having a backyard the size of studio apartment. he lives in an ugly suburban house in a neighborhood of identical homes, and his wife has decorated it millenial gray. speaking of his wife, he likes 18 year old blonde instagram models' photos in front of her while they watch yellowstone together at night. his sunglasses are surgically attached to his head. he turns red and spits and punches the dashboard when he has to go anything less than 20 over the speed limit, and if he can, he'll follow and flash his brights at anyone else on the road. he doesn't believe in tipping culture, not because he thinks servers should get paid more, but because it's his "hard earned money." he stares at women in public and follows them to their car if he's horny. his idea of formal is a golf polo in a neon color.

[clarepreed]

Scorched

Story Summary and Content - 5,716 words. Will discovers Melanie has succumbed to heat stroke on her run. Hyperthermia, seizure, cardiac arrest. On-site resuscitation, Stryker LUCAS 3 device, ambiguous ending.

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Will

“Are you sure?” he murmured, speaking close to her ear. Strands of her corn silk hair stirred with his breath. “The guys will be absolutely fine if you play disc golf with us. And maybe you shouldn’t get too hot. We started a lot later than we meant to.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. One more time to try to get to know them before I give up.” Melanie made a face, her freckled nose crinkling. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I don’t blame you,” Will said. For some reason, his friends Avery and Meegan didn’t seem to get along with his fiancée. Granted, he thought most of it was Meegan, with Avery not speaking up out of a misguided sense of loyalty.

We’re all too old to behave like that, he thought, angry and frustrated that he couldn’t fix the situation.

He didn’t understand how they couldn’t like Melanie. He was biased, of course, but she was wonderful. One of the kindest people he knew. That understandable statement about “giving up” was one of the strongest things she’d ever said against someone.

Will leaned in to give her a hug. Her skin was already damp and warm, her cheeks flushed. Petite and on beta blockers for migraines, the heat often got to her before he even noticed the temperature was unpleasant. “Drink plenty of water, find some shade, and I hope you have fun. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

“Love you,” she said, stretching up to kiss him.

Melanie 

She was lost.

After almost ninety minutes of thinly veiled disdain from Meegan and silent discomfort from Avery, Melanie really had given up.

She’d run out of water forty-five minutes prior and was obviously not close enough to the other women to ask for some of theirs. Nauseated and headachy, she didn’t think she could stand the two of them another minute.

“I’m going to head back to the parking lot,” she’d told them, leaning down to rub her cramping calf muscle. “I don’t feel very good.”

Avery stirred at that, asking: “Are you okay? You look like you’re getting a sunburn.”

Before Melanie could answer, Meegan made an annoyed sound and tossed her hair. “Let her go if she wants to go, Avery! Jesus!”

Melanie looked at Avery. “The two of you will be okay?”

“Obviously!” Meegan barked, making Avery blink at her rude tone.

Melanie shrugged, sighed, and left, fighting back self-pitying tears as she ran down the trail. Running was difficult and painful with leg and side cramps, but she knew she’d need to get back and drink some water before that would get any better.

At some point, however, she’d taken a wrong turn, or multiple wrong turns, and now she was lost, the sun beating down on her every time she emerged from the canopy and the humidity overwhelming her when she ran back into a wooded section. She wasn’t even on normal trail anymore; she’d ended up on a paved section that she kept expecting would terminate at the parking lot and yet somehow never did.

Melanie ran down the hill and stopped in the patch of shade at the bottom, dragging her phone out of the deep pocket in the side of her navy blue leggings.

Sweat made it hard for her to grip the phone. It poured out of her, dripping off her nose, trickling down her spine. She couldn’t get her thumbprint to read on the device, and then she realized she still didn’t have any service anyway, so unlocking the device didn’t matter. She shoved the phone in her pocket and shook her water bottle before remembering she was out of water and had been out for a while. The bottle slipped from her hands without her even noticing, dropping into the dead grass with only the quietest of sounds.

“I think there’s an intersection of trails up ahead,” she muttered, squinting through her smudged sunglasses. “And hopefully legible signs.”

The last signs she’d passed were too faded to read.

Heaving a sigh and feeling queasy, Melanie took off at a jog. The sun beat down on her shoulders and stung her scalp. She was sure she’d long since sweated off her sunscreen. The bottle was back in the car along with her day pack, since the plan had been to stay out fewer than two hours. Fair-haired and freckled, Melanie knew she should have known better.

She also should have known better than to be out there at all. The fact that she was the only one walking the cracked, paved trail told her everything she needed to know. Melanie increased her pace, hoping to get to the next intersection soon. 

If there had been anyone else out there, they would have noticed that she was all over the place, struggling to keep herself upright and moving forward.

Will

He was so shocked he repeated himself. “She just ran off?” He’d already checked his phone; no messages or calls from Melanie.

“Ave, you’ve been gone… hours!” Loren, Avery’s boyfriend, exclaimed.

“She doesn’t like us and she didn’t feel good so she said she was just going to come back here.” Avery shrugged, though she had the grace to look concerned. “I thought she knew how to get back! I did ask her if she was okay.”

Will ignored the comment about Melanie “not liking” his friends and reached up to grab his topknot. It was a nervous gesture. “She wasn’t feeling good? In what way?”

“It’s really fucking hot out here,” Meegan replied in an exasperated tone, fanning herself with her hand as she sipped water. “She was hot like the rest of us!”

“We should have come back with her,” Avery said, giving Meegan a What’s wrong with you? look. “She had leg cramps and said she was nauseated. Her skin was really red. She, uh, ran out of water really early, too.”

Will spat out a quiet curse and then said: “She’s on medication. She gets hot fast… what the hell, Avery!”

Avery paled, looking at her boyfriend.

“What do you want to do, Will?” Loren asked, shaking his head.

“Look for her! If the girls beat her back, something’s wrong or she got lost.” He gestured toward the parking lot. “I’m gonna load my pack up with water.”

“I’m sure she’ll be back any minute,” Meegan said, her tone saccharine and dismissive. “You shouldn’t have to give up your second round. I’m sure she’ll call.”

“None of us had service out there!” Avery protested.

“It’s too hot for a second round anyway,” their friend Bruce said.

Will slung his backpack of discs onto his back and jogged to his station wagon. Opening the back hatch, he dumped his discs in the car before filling his bag with Melanie’s sunscreen and water from the cooler. 

“Avery and I are coming with you,” he heard Loren say. “Just give us two minutes.

“Alright.” Will closed the back hatch and slung his bag over his shoulders. “And the others?”

“Bruce, Meegan and Doug are staying back in case she shows up here. Also, because Meegan is a bitch.”

“Melanie doesn’t have a problem with Avery and Meegan,” Will said, his tone harsh.

“I know. It’s just ‘cause Meegan wants you to bone her.” 

“That’s ridiculous.”

Loren shrugged and called out: “You ready, Avery?”

The three of them ran down out of the parking lot and onto the main trail. Will noticed the pavement shimmering ahead.

“Shit it’s so hot out here.” He cringed at the way the hot air burned in his chest.

He felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach.

 

Melanie

She wasn’t going to be able to keep up her current pace.

The sun continued to beat down on her, drilling into her skull and giving her a throbbing headache. And she was running out of steam; whatever energy she’d had earlier had drained away with the sweat.

She looked into the distance. The sky farther out was dark, looking very much like a thunderstorm was headed her way. She hoped it was moving quickly; in addition to the heat, the air was humid, and breathing felt a bit like sucking on the steam from a boiling pot of water.

She tried to remember the max length of the paved trail, but couldn’t. One arm eventually connected to the municipal Greenway. 

That thought made her stumble. She snatched her sunglasses off her face, tried to wipe them off on her shirt.

“I’m not on the Greenway, am I?” She muttered, looking around her for any markers that would identify where she was. There was a bench ahead on the right, but that didn’t help her locate herself; they were all over the place. “Dammit…”

She felt strange. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, and it was hard to catch her breath. She staggered to a stop.

Melanie’s eyelids fluttered, and the world around her canted dangerously to one side. Her right leg folded, and she fell over, landing hard in the broken asphalt running along the edge of the trail. Her legs burned with a series of scrapes and cuts, and she rolled onto her back, flinging an arm over her eyes to block the glare. 

Moving around like that made the nausea build and her mouth tingle. She laid there for a while, thinking the nausea would subside. Instead, it built, making her stomach pulsate.

Gagging, she pushed herself upright and tried to spit into the dirt. Her mouth was too dry, and she couldn’t pull together enough moisture to spit. 

Can’t stay here. She had a niggling feeling that something might be wrong with that thought, that embarking on what already felt like an endless search for the right trail might be a bad idea. She didn’t have the wherewithal to examine the thought further.

Melanie forced herself to her hands and knees, then wavered there for a long time before she gained her feet. She’d stopped sweating at some point, and her skin felt tight and hot. Standing took her several tries, but eventually she hauled herself upright.

Thirsty…

Hot.

She shuffled downhill, her thoughts a useless, whirring pinwheel. 

Will…

Melanie panted, feeling like each breath was incrementally harder, desperately trying to suck in another.

Her last truly coherent thought was that this had all happened faster than she would have guessed.

Momentum carried her down the slope until her legs gave out, and she muttered “Oops” as she landed hard on her knees. She tipped over, dumping herself on the hot asphalt. She hit on her right side, giving her temple a glancing blow, then sprawled on her back, eyes closing against the bright sun.

Will

“We’re going to have to split up when the trails do,” Will said, anxiety making his tone more commanding than usual. They’d been running for fifteen minutes so far with no sign of Melanie. “We don’t know which way she went.”

“How do you want to—”

Loren was interrupted by Avery, who came to an abrupt stop, nearly causing her boyfriend to run right into her. Before he could speak, she burst out: “Is that her?! Straight ahead and up the hill?”

Will squinted. The asphalt was still shimmering, and he didn’t see what she was talking about. He was about to call whatever she was seeing a mirage, when he blinked and the glimmering mirage coalesced into an identifiable shape. There was a small person laying in a crumpled heap on the hot pavement.

“Oh my God!” Will took off at a sprint, his feet slamming the pavement. “Melanie! Melanie!”

When he reached her, he threw himself down, his bare knees making contact with the hot asphalt. “Ah! Fuck! Mel?!”

She was sprawled on her back, eyes closed. Her face was so red he could hardly see her blonde eyebrows. He could hear and see her breathing fast and shallow. She’d been sweating heavily at some point, based on the stains in her shirt and the way the fine hair around her face stuck to her skin. When he touched her, however, her skin felt hot and dry.

Loren and Avery stopped close by, and he heard Avery say: “Oh my God!”

Will gathered Melanie’s limp body in his arms and staggered to his feet, carrying her a few meters away to a shadier spot in the grass. Loren helped him lower her to the ground, supporting her neck and saying: “Will, it looks like she hit her head.”

Loren was right; he could see an abrasion along her left temple.

“I’m running back for help,” Avery said. She held a sweating water bottle out to Loren. “That was frozen this morning, it’s still really cold. I’m going back to where I have signal and calling 9-1-1, she needs an ambulance!”

“Please,” Will said, shrugging out of his back pack. “Tell them she has heat stroke, she’s unconscious and breathing fast… She takes propranolol, it makes it hard for her to regulate her temperature!”

Loren cracked open the bottle of icy water as his girlfriend took off downhill.

“Melanie!” Will called, giving her arms and hands a quick squeeze. Loren poured water in her hair and over her neck. “Melanie, please, open your eyes! Dammit, we shouldn’t have even come out here today! Melanie!”

They soaked her clothing and tucked bottles still cold from Will’s cooler underneath her arms, hoping that would help.

“We can’t give her any unless she wakes up,” Will said. He was patting Melanie’s face, lightly slapping her. “Wake up, honey. Melanie!”

“You’re right.” Loren leaned back on his heels. “What else can we do?”

“We just need to keep her from getting worse while we wait on the ambulance.” Will watched her pant for a while, then slid his thumb up to her eyelid. He pried them open one at a time, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. Her light eyes stared up and through him before each lid slipped closed again. “Melanie!” 

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Jesus, I can’t tell if she’s cooled off at all. Do you remember what happens when someone has heat stroke?”

Loren crouched by Melanie’s head, looking almost as worried as Will felt. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t. Just… if someone is red, dry, and unconscious, you call 9-1-1.”

Will grasped her shoulder and shook her. “Melanie!”

“Huh.” Melanie let out a grunt, and Will saw her eyelids flutter.

“Melanie, hey, open your eyes. It’s Will. I’ve got you and help is coming. Just open your eyes.” To his immense relief, she did. Her blue-grey eyes shifted restlessly, never quite focusing on him. She was still breathing fast and shallow, and he rested his hand on her chest, his touch feather light.

“Take a deep breath for me, Melanie. You’re breathing so fast, I bet it’s making you dizzy.”

“Wh… where…?” she whispered. He could feel her heart beating, so rapid it was hard for him to discern the individual beats.

“You’re still at the park,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. He pressed two of his fingers into her neck, feeling around until he found her pulse. “Just relax, Mel. Take a deep breath.”

“Unh…” Her eyelids fluttered, her face slackening.

“Keep your eyes open, Mel.”

Her eyes closed, and for a long moment all he could hear was the rapid pants of her labored breathing. As he watched her, her body stiffened, back bowing and a strange cry tearing from her lips. The whites of her eyes showed as her lids opened to slits. The panting sound stopped.

“Mel! Melanie!” He put his hand back on her chest. “Breathe! Can you breathe?”

She went briefly limp, then her body started jerking. He heard her breathe again, whistling through her clenched teeth.

“She’s having a seizure!” Loren exclaimed. “Like when my nephew had those fever seizures!”

Will wanted nothing more than to make it stop. He smoothed her blonde hair back from her forehead. She was making little grunting sounds, and a small amount of sticky white saliva frothed up between her lips. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…”

The seizure didn’t last long. Her body relaxed, jaw unclenching. She was taking short, shallow breaths, though now they were much further apart. 

Will wiped the saliva off her face with the bottom of his shirt and then opened her mouth, trying to make sure she wasn’t going to choke on something inside. As he leaned close, she took a breath. There was a long pause, then she took another.

She let it out, and he waited. 

And waited.

“Melanie.” Will shook her shoulder hard.

“Did she just—”

“Melanie, take a breath!”

She remained unresponsive, her chest still. Will’s eyes darted across her face, looking for any signs of movement.

“No, no, no—” He leaned over and grasped her jaw, then pressed his mouth to hers and blew hard. He felt air escape her nostrils and belatedly pinched her nose before blowing into her mouth again. This time, her chest rose, one of her small breasts brushing against his arm.

He was at an odd angle, so he moved perpendicular to her body, tipped her head back, and forced another breath into her lungs. Her chest rose, but otherwise she laid motionless.

“Does she have a pulse?” Loren asked as Will was breathing for her again. Will pressed his fingers into her neck, felt her pulse flutter under his touch.

“Yes, but it’s so fast…” He kept breathing into her, watching her chest rise and fall. Her mouth was over-warm under his, and her skin beneath his hands felt feverish. “Take a breath, Mel. Come on, please.”

To his shock, she did, her chest rising out of sync with the breaths he’d been giving her. She exhaled, and another breath followed a few seconds later.

“That’s right, baby, just keep breathing in and out. Help will be here soon, and they’ll get you cooled off…” He clasped her hand in both of his, feeling her engagement ring against his palm. ��In and out. In and out. You’re doing so good. In and out. I love you…”

Will scanned her with his eyes. Her lips looked dusky.

“Does she have any health problems?” Loren asked.

“Just migraines, but the medicine makes her kind of temperature sensitive. Fuck! I shouldn’t have brought her here today, and I should have called for help when she didn’t come back! Melanie!”

Her breaths seemed fewer and farther between, and he released her hand so he could tip her head back and rest his other hand on her chest. “You have to keep breathing, Mel. The ambulance will be here soon and they’ll make you feel better. Please, baby.”

He looked up at Loren. “How long do you think it will take them to get here?”

“It shouldn’t be much longer,” his friend reassured him. “There’s a hospital not too far from here!”

Melanie sighed, and he waited.

Several seconds passed and Will realized she’d stopped breathing again. He bent over her and pinched her nose, blowing a breath deep into her lungs. Then he pressed his fingers into her neck.

He adjusted his positioning once, twice. Waited.

“No…” The word was like an exhalation.

“What is it?” Loren asked, his voice sharp. “Will, what—”

“I think she just died.” His voice cracked, shock running through him like a jolt from a live wire.

Loren was silent for a few seconds, and then he burst into action, crawling around to her other side. “Will, if you mean she doesn’t have a pulse, then we have to do CPR!”

Will watched his friend bend over Melanie, hands clasping together before he pressed them to her sternum. His arms were straight and he rocked his shoulders over his hands, pressing down hard. Melanie let out a huff of air and Loren started counting, his compressions forceful enough to make her head rock and her feet sway.

“…four, five, six, seven…”

Will reached down and took Melanie’s hot, limp hand, squeezing it. Then he released her fingers and grabbed one of the water bottles tucked against her, already warm from her body and the air. He poured the water over her scalp, his hand making a gentle dam to keep the water off her face.

“…twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Loren stopped pressing on her chest. “Will! Give her two breaths! Quick!”

Will dropped the empty bottle, noticing that Loren picked up the other. As he leaned over her and forced air into her lungs, Loren emptied the contents of the bottle over her chest.

“If we keep oxygen circulating, the medics might be able to revive her,” Loren said. “They have medication, and a defibrillator, and—”

He stopped speaking so he could start compressions again. “One, two, three…”

Will picked up his empty pack and used it to fan her, hoping the breeze on her wet skin would cool her off. He was trying to decide how long it would have taken Avery to get back to the parking lot, given she was headed downhill and not checking out any side paths. 

“…twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Breathe, Will!”

Will complied, watching her chest rise with each breath and blinking back a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea. Loren started compressions again, her shoulders twitching each time he forced her sternum down. Halfway through the set, Will heard a crunch, followed by a gagging sound from Loren.

“What was that?!” he gasped.

Loren was breathing hard and just shook his head. “…twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! I think it’s normal, either way we can’t stop, Will!”

Will gave her another two deep breaths. It was disconcerting how warm and soft her lips were, even though, as far as he could tell, she was dead. He let his hand rest on her forehead, his thumb smoothing the fine hairs of her eyebrow. He thought he’d understood that anyone could die at any time, but looking down at her, thinking about all of the plans they’d made, he realized he hadn’t truly believed it. She was supposed to be invincible.

His head ached with regret and grief.

“…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…”

“Please,” he whispered. “Come back. Melanie, please come back…”

“…twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…”

He ran a finger down the bridge of her nose. She had a small nose with a straight bridge and the faintest of wrinkles near the tip from repeatedly scrunching up her face. Usually to laugh at something he’d said.

“Thirty!”

He pressed his lips to hers again and gave her his breath.

“One more round and then we need to switch, my arms are getting tired!”

Another breath. “Okay. You’ll let me know if I’m fucking it up?”

“Yeah—two, three, four, five…”

Close as he was, he could hear spurts of air escape her lips each time Loren shoved his hands down into her breastbone. The pressure made her throat click.

“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…”

“Please, please, please don’t die, don’t die… Please don’t die, Mel.” He made himself shut up and took a deep breath, tears pricking his eyes and a wave of dizziness rolling over him. She couldn’t afford for him to lose his shit.

“Thirty!”

Will leaned over to give her two more breaths, and then he shifted down her body, clasping his hands together and pressing the heel between her breasts. Loren reached out and pulled him forward so that his shoulders were over his hands, and then Will shoved them down into her sternum. Her chest gave to the pressure, and he felt a sick chill roll through him. He popped back up and then pushed her chest down again, noticing as he did so that her stomach bulged slightly with each thrust of his hands.

“…three, four, five, six, seven…”

“That looks good, Will. I think we’ve been doing it right, helping her right…”

“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…” What am I going to tell her parents? I’m supposed to protect her.

What am I going to tell MY parents?

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Will leaned back, panting more from emotion than exertion, watching as Loren tipped Melanie’s head and gave her two rescue breaths. Her chest rose and fell with each, and then it was Will’s turn.

As he started the new round of compressions, a sound pricked his ears. A siren.

“…two, three… Loren, is—”

“That’s the fucking ambulance!” Loren shouted. “Keep going, don’t stop, they’ll tell us when to stop—”

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, if you can hear me, baby, help is coming… God…” He could feel himself starting to shake.

Loren cut in: “Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…”

Will took a deep breath and continued counting for himself as his hands forced her ribcage to flex. “Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” 

Loren’s breaths inflated Melanie’s chest, and then Will went back to compressions. The sound of the ambulance siren energized him, and he made himself compress her sternum hard and fast. 

“One, two, three, four, five—”

“I see it!”

“…seven, eight, nine, ten…”

The ambulance came to a halt on the path beside them. Will glanced up long enough to see Avery jump out of the passenger seat, her eyes huge as she realized that Will and Loren were performing CPR.

“Oh God, she stopped breathing?!”

“…twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…” 

Someone touched his shoulder. “Sir, we’ve got her now. You did a good job.”

He glanced over. A dark-haired, female paramedic crouched beside him, already leaning around to press her fingers into Melanie’s neck. Will lifted his hands and then scrambled backward. When he tried to stand, he stumbled. A tall paramedic grabbed him under the arm, steadying him until he could stand on his own.

“Are you alright?” the man asked.

“Yes, I…” He felt like he was floating. His head pounded and his stomach throbbed, something that he hadn’t allowed himself to notice before. Everything started to spin and shimmer around him.

The medic squinted at him. “Let’s set you down.”

Will let the medic help him to the ground and then waved him off. “Help her!”

“Got another one, need to get them both in the air con…”

Loren crouched next to him, looking worried. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I went over for a second to check on Avery.” His girlfriend hovered at the tree line, her loud sobs cutting through the sound of everything else.

The female paramedic was giving Melanie compressions now, her back to the tree line. This meant he could see the effect the forceful thrusts had on Melanie’s body. She seemed to cave in around the woman’s hands, over and over again in a rapid assault.

The tall paramedic kneeled by Melanie’s head, opening packets and laying things out beside him. Will watched him grasp Melanie’s head and carefully thrust her jaw forward. He slipped something metallic into her mouth that turned on a light when he cranked it open.

The third paramedic, a stocky younger man, was starting an IV.

“Hold compressions,” the tall medic said. He threaded a tube down the length of the metal device, then retracted the device and connected a bag to the end of the tube.

The medic who’d been doing compressions pressed the bell of her stethoscope to Melanie’s chest while he squeezed the bag, then nodded and immediately started compressions again. The tall paramedic secured the tube with tape, then reached down to pick up a cold pack, activating it with a firm squeeze of his hands and shaking it. 

He tucked the pack under Melanie’s arm, then reached for another.

The paramedic with the IV began to apply electrodes to Melanie’s chest, working around the medic performing compressions. He connected the leads to a monitor and a high-pitched whine filled the air. Will heard someone say: “Asystole. Pushing epinephrine.”

More cold packs were applied to her body. The paramedic performing chest compressions switched off with the tall paramedic and started squeezing the bag.

Will clutched at his head, his breath coming fast. The paramedics were working quickly, but nothing they did seemed to change anything. The monitor whined. Melanie’s lips stayed ashen. Her body continued to limply accept the abuse, her shoulders twitching, small breasts trembling. The tube between her teeth swayed.

“Pulse check!” The medics all reached in, one pressing fingers to her neck, the other her wrist, the third pressing his gloved fingers next to her groin. After ten seconds, he heard: “No pulse, continue compressions, unpack the Lucas!”

The stocky paramedic got up and jogged to the ambulance.

“What?” Will asked quietly, glancing over at Loren. “What did they say?”

“They said they were going to ‘unpack the Lucas,’ but I don’t know what that means.”

Avery had stopped sobbing, Will realized. She was sitting much like he was, with her hands gripping her head, her eyes staring hard at Melanie’s lifeless body.

The stocky man ran back with a plastic case and set it beside Melanie. He quickly opened up the case and pulled out a yellow plastic board, which he laid on the grass above her head. Will saw him pull other equipment out of the case, but he didn’t have any context for what any of it was and he didn’t want to delay the medics by asking questions. 

The tall medic stopped compressions and the female medic slid an arm under Melanie’s back. She lifted, propping Melanie’s unconscious body upright. She was only sitting up for a short time, just long enough for the stocky medic to slide the yellow board under her back, but Will saw her face before her head sagged backward. Some of the red coloring had faded, but instead of red she was going purple-gray.

He would never be able to express what it was like to watch the woman he’d planned to marry flop limply as the paramedics laid her dusky, half naked body back down.

As soon as they got her flat, the tall medic started compressing her chest again and the female paramedic reattached the bag to the tube, squeezing it regularly. The stocky medic picked up something from the case, what looked to Will like a motor with two plastic arms that curved out from the bottom. The stocky medic clipped the arms into slots on the yellow board while the tall medic lifted his hands off of Melanie’s chest, reaching for what looked like a suction cup at the base of a piston. He directed the cup down to Melanie’s naked chest and then pressed a button on the side of the motor. The cup thumped down hard into the center of her chest, and a new sound joined the deadly whine: nn-hit, nn-hit, nn-hit. Will watched them fasten a harness over Melanie’s shoulders.

“Push another epi and then let’s get her on the bus,” the female medic said. While the stocky medic was giving Melanie medication, the tall medic took her right arm and strapped her wrist to the motor. Then the stocky medic took her wrist with the IV and lifted that arm, attaching the strap loosely and sliding his finger under the strap to make sure it wasn’t trapping the IV tubing. 

All the while, the machine pistoned itself with precision into Melanie’s chest as the remaining paramedic squeezed the bag. Will realized he could see Melanie’s engagement ring on her hand, glinting in the hot sun.

He scrambled to his feet, watching as the medics gathered up their supplies. The female medic disconnected the bag and reached down to support Melanie’s head; the others lifted from the sides. They moved her onto the waiting gurney.

Watching them move her, looking so small and vulnerable underneath the machine, Will felt something let go inside of him. He took a breath, trying to steady himself. His eyes struggled to focus. He raked his gaze across the tree line, over Avery, then back, his eyes finally settling on Mel on the gurney.

Loren reached toward him, his blurry face contorting. “Hey, you—”

Will collapsed, the world around him fading to black.

He woke an indeterminate amount of time later in the air conditioned back of the ambulance, to the sound of a piston and a high-pitched whine. Bright, artificial lights stabbed him in the eyes, and he tried to sit up, only to find that he was strapped down.

“Will? Just lay there and rest for me, alright?” an unfamiliar voice said. “We had to strap you to the backboard so you didn’t fall off. I put an IV in your arm and you’re receiving fluids. You got a little too hot and passed out on us.”

Melanie…

“Mel—” he twisted, looking toward the rhythmic noise to his right. 

“The Lucas device is pumping her heart for us.” The tall paramedic from before leaned over him. “We’re cooling her down and keeping her blood circulating so the doctors at the hospital can help her.”

Warm and dead, Will thought, shuddering. Did I hear that on television?

The paramedic seemed to be trying to block Will from looking, but he caught sight of her anyway. He could just see her profile, with the tube protruding from between her teeth. Further down, the device pumping her heart. It arched over top of her torso, rocking slightly. The suction cup punched into her sternum over and over again. He could see her breasts wobble and her stomach roll with each forceful, mechanical compression. Her pale legs rocked with the rhythm of the compression device; they’d removed the rest of her clothing and packed more cold packs around her.

“Do people survive… if you have to use that?” he asked, shivering, his voice broken.

The medic leaned over him again and removed the cold packs that Will hadn’t even noticed were tucked under his own arms.

 “Sometimes,” the man said, resting his gloved hand on Will’s arm. 

The paramedics continued to move about the small space, checking the monitor and administering more medication, even speaking directly to him, but all Will could hear was the whine of Melanie’s still heart and the relentless nn-hit, nn-hit, nn-hit of the machine pumping her chest.

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Poor, sweet Aeg, he rlly is clingy to the women in his life. https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/749380505815941120/modern-au-jace-definitely-likes-to-watch-more-than?source=share

This anon inspired me-

"Mom!" Aegon bellowed as he dropping his golf stuff by the front door. He found Alicent in the kitchen going over some document for the Targaryen Foundation. "In here, darling!" she called, looking up to see him take a beer from the fridge and sit with her. "Where's Nora and Helly?" He asked. "Out shopping, I think." She replied, and Aegon pouted. He loved his sisters, but they could shop for hours, it was exhausting. "How was golf, dear?" She asked, and he sighed, "Fine, until Aemond got called back to the office." She gave him a sympathetic smile, and said "Well here- make yourself useful and help me work out the seating chart for the gala dinner next month." She gestured to the seating chart on the counter, and as he nodded and silently began to help, moving around names, and she didn't even have to look up when she said, "Don't let any beer get on my seating chart, Aegon." "Yes Mom," He said begrudgingly, setting it on the far end of the counter. Jace and his voyeur kink confirmed, too, hehe-

Summers down at Dragonstone were always fun, everyone always came, gods knows there was more than enough room. He felt like a bit of a perv peaking through the door watching Nora and Helly change before they came down to the beach. It was Aegon's idea for them to take the yacht out that day while the parents stayed on the beach with the younger ones- Little Aegon, Viserys, Luke, and Joff.

Nora, Hel, and Bestie walked down the landing, and Jace felt his throat go dry- arm in arm, all three of them, in bikinis. Was it pervy of him to hope for a repeat of a girl on girl performance? He might be spending too much time with Aegon.

Bestie squealed as Aegon hauled her over his shoulder and brought her onto the boat, and Aemond reprimanded him about boat safety.

When they set off, nothing but open water around them, Aegon and Bestie jumped into the water, while Aemond was all too ready to rub sunscreen on Nora's back, her bikini top untied, his hands moving lower, and lower, and she let out these sweet noises- "Jace? Is this the video I sent of-"

Shit.

He grabbed his phone from Helaena, flushed. "Oh, I- must've been a-"

"What video?" Nora asked as Aemond's large hands were just plain rubbing both her ass cheeks now, as she hummed in satisfaction." "That video of you and bestie making out that night we all went out." Hel told her. Nora lifted her sunglasses and smirked. "Naughty boy, Jacey."

"Oh, I- I really didn't-" "Your hard-on isn't exactly working in your favour, Jacaerys." Aemond said.

"It's okay, Jacey. If you're good, maybe we can give you an encore before we go back to the house." Nora teased, and he felt his face heat up. "Wait, really?"

ALL OF THIS! THEY ARE JUST ALL SO BAD !!!!!!!!!

But we love them ;)

Jace can't believe his luck thank you ;)

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Ladies Golf Gear: Unbeatable Styles & Trendy Picks for Every Golfer

Golf isn’t just a sport. It’s a way of life. For women who love the green, finding the right ladies golf gear is as important as perfecting their swing. Whether you’re a seasoned player or just starting, the right apparel and accessories can elevate both your performance and style on the course. Dive into this guide for a blend of functionality and fashion, tailored just for ladies.

1. Why Quality Golf Gear Matters for Women

Ladies' golf gear is more than just clothing; it’s about confidence, comfort, and performance. The right apparel ensures flexibility during your swing and keeps you comfortable through hours on the course. Think lightweight fabrics, breathable materials, and designs tailored for movement.

From performance-driven polos to skorts offering style and ease, quality gear helps women maintain focus on their game. Footwear, like performance-driven golf shoes, provides the grip and support needed for every step.

2. Essentials for Every Lady Golfer

Building your golf wardrobe can feel overwhelming. Here’s a breakdown of must-haves:

Tops

Short-Sleeve Polos: Classic and versatile for sunny days.

Long-Sleeve Options: Perfect for cooler mornings or added sun protection.

Bottoms

Skorts: A blend of style and function, giving the freedom to move confidently.

Pants and Joggers: Comfortable options for chilly weather.

Shorts: Lightweight and breathable for hot afternoons.

Outerwear

Sweaters and Sweatshirts: Layer up without feeling restricted.

Jackets: Ideal for unpredictable weather conditions.

Accessories

Golf Visors and Hats: Shield your eyes and face from the sun.

Belts: Add a touch of style while keeping everything in place.

Footwear: Durable and stylish golf shoes for maximum comfort and grip.

3. Trending Styles in Ladies' Golf Gear

Women’s golf fashion has evolved. It’s no longer limited to plain polos and neutral tones. Now, you’ll find vibrant colors, unique patterns, and trendy designs.

Trendy Picks This Season

Bold Skorts: Featuring floral prints and geometric patterns.

Pastel Tops: Soft hues like mint, blush, and lavender are a hit.

Performance Leggings: Perfect for casual games or practice sessions.

4. Affordable and Stylish Options

Golf gear doesn’t have to break the bank. Many brands now offer affordable options without compromising on quality.

Tips for Finding Deals

Sales Sections: Keep an eye on seasonal clearances.

Gift Cards: A great way to shop for essentials or treat yourself.

New Arrivals Discounts: Many retailers offer special prices on new collections.

5. Accessorize Your Golf Look

Accessories are key to completing your golf ensemble. A stylish visor, a functional golf bag, or a sleek pair of sunglasses can make all the difference. Performance belts and gloves not only look great but also enhance your comfort during the game.

6. Performance Meets Style

The best golf gear balances performance and aesthetics. Materials like moisture-wicking fabrics and stretchable blends keep you dry and comfortable. Skorts and pants with built-in UPF protection shield your skin during sunny rounds.

7. How to Build a Versatile Golf Wardrobe

Creating a golf wardrobe is about selecting pieces that mix and match effortlessly. Start with neutral tones for tops and bottoms. Add vibrant pieces like colorful jackets or patterned skorts for variety.

Example Wardrobe Staples

A white short-sleeve polo.

Black skort with side pockets.

Navy joggers for cooler weather.

A pastel sweater for layering.

8. Footwear for the Green

Golf shoes are an investment in your game. Look for lightweight options with ample grip and cushioning. Styles now range from sporty sneakers to elegant designs, catering to both aesthetics and performance.

9. Why Ladies Are Embracing Golf Fashion Online

Shopping for golf gear online offers endless options and convenience. Browse through categories like outerwear, tops, and accessories. Use filters for color, size, and price to quickly find what suits your style.

Online Shopping Tips

Read reviews for size and fit insights.

Check return policies to shop confidently.

Look for bundle deals on seasonal collections.

10. Care Tips for Your Golf Apparel

Proper care ensures your gear lasts longer and retains its quality.

Wash with mild detergents to maintain fabric integrity.

Avoid high heat during drying.

Store in a cool, dry place to prevent fading and wear.

11. The Growing Appeal of Ladies' Golf Fashion

Women are redefining golf fashion, blending tradition with modern trends. The focus on functionality paired with chic designs is making the game more inclusive and stylish.

Conclusion

Ladies’ golf gear has come a long way, offering style and functionality in equal measure. Whether you’re browsing for trendy skorts, reliable footwear, or a lightweight jacket, you’ll find options that suit your needs. Stay ahead of the game by investing in quality gear that lets you play your best while looking fabulous on the green.

Dress for the game you love. Play with confidence. Shine on the course.

5 FAQ About Ladies Golf Gear

What are the must-have essentials for women golfers?

Key items include short-sleeve polos, skorts, comfortable pants, jackets, and golf shoes.

How can I find affordable yet stylish ladies' golf gear?

Check sale sections, shop online for discounts, and look for seasonal clearance deals.

What trends are popular in women's golf fashion?

Vibrant skorts, pastel tops, patterned leggings, and lightweight outerwear are trending.

What materials are best for golf apparel?

Moisture-wicking, stretchable fabrics with UPF protection ensure comfort and performance.

How should I care for my golf clothing?

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AMVET Donations

When it comes to supporting our veterans, every little bit helps. One of the most impactful ways you can make a difference is through AMVETS donations. This organization has been dedicated to assisting veterans and their families for decades. By simply giving away items you no longer need, you can contribute to programs that directly benefit those who have served our country.

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But what exactly can you donate? And how does your support help improve the lives of veterans? In this blog post, we’ll explore the various items accepted by AMVETS, their rating as an organization, pickup schedules for your convenience, tax benefits for donors, and the profound impact your generosity has on veterans' lives. Dive in and discover how easy it is to turn clutter into a meaningful contribution!

Items that AMVETS Accept for Donation

AMVETS accepts a wide range of items for donation, including:

1. Clothing and Shoes: They accept gently used clothing and shoes for men, women, and children. This includes items such as pants, shirts, dresses, jackets, and shoes.

2. Household Items: AMVETS accepts household items such as dishes, utensils, pots and pans, small appliances (in good working condition), bedding, towels, curtains, and other household decor.

3. Furniture: They accept furniture in good condition such as sofas, chairs, tables, dressers, bed frames, and mattresses (in good condition).

4. Electronics: AMVETS accepts electronics that are in good working condition such as TVs (flat screens only), CD/DVD players, stereos, computers/laptops (5 years old or newer), tablets/e-readers (5 years old or newer), and cell phones.

5. Books/Media: They accept books (hardcover or paperback) in good condition as well as DVDs/CDs/video games.

6. Sports Equipment: AMVETS accepts sports equipment in good condition such as bicycles (adult size only), golf clubs/bags/sets/accessories/balls/gloves/carts/rangefinders/sunglasses/hats/shoes/grips/tees/shirts/pants, tennis rackets/balls/strings/grips/shoes/clothing, soccer balls/cleats/jerseys/shin guards/goals/nets, footballs/helmets/pads/jerseys/cleats/socks, basketballs/shirts/shorts/sneakers.

7. Tools: They accept tools in good working condition such as hand tools, power tools, and gardening equipment.

8. Toys: AMVETS accepts toys in good condition such as board games, puzzles, dolls/action figures, building blocks/legos, cars/trucks/trains/plane sets, and outdoor play equipment (sandbox/swing sets).

9. Small Household Items: They also accept small household items in good condition such as lamps/light fixtures, rugs/carpeting (clean), wall art/mirrors/picture frames/decorative items.

10. Vehicles: AMVETS accepts vehicles including cars, trucks, boats (with trailers), motorcycles (must have title and be in running condition).

It's best to check with your local AMVETS location for any additional restrictions or guidelines on what items they accept.  

What is the rating of AMVETS?

AMVETS, or American Veterans, is a well-respected nonprofit organization dedicated to serving the needs of veterans across the United States. Ratings for such organizations often come from independent evaluators who assess their financial health and impact. AMVETS has consistently received positive reviews for its commitment to transparency and effective use of funds.

One notable rating source is Charity Navigator, which evaluates nonprofits on various criteria including accountability and integrity. AMVETS typically scores high in these areas, reflecting its dedication to both ethical practices and service delivery. This level of scrutiny ensures that donors can trust their contributions are making a real difference.

Additionally, organizations like Guidestar offer insights into AMVETS’ operations by providing information about its missions and finances. Many donors look for these ratings before giving because they want reassurance that their support will lead to tangible benefits for veterans.

The overall reputation of AMVETS as a reliable charity contributes significantly to its ability to attract donations. When potential donors see these favorable ratings, they feel more inclined to contribute resources towards supporting veterans' programs and initiatives.

AMVETS Pickup Schedule

AMVETS makes donating easy with its convenient pickup schedule. Donors can arrange for a pickup right from their homes, saving time and effort. This service is especially beneficial for individuals who may not have the means to transport items themselves.

To schedule a pickup, donors can visit the AMVETS website or call their local chapter. The process is straightforward; you’ll provide your address and details about the items you wish to donate. After that, AMVETS will confirm a date and time for collection.

The pickups typically occur during weekdays, but some locations may offer weekend options as well. It’s important to check availability in your area since schedules might vary across different states or regions.

When preparing for pickup, ensure your donations are packed securely and accessible on the day of collection. By following these simple steps, you can support veterans while making it easy for yourself to give back through AMVET donations.

Tax Benefits for Donors

Making amvet donations can be both a generous act and a smart financial decision. Donating to AMVETS, a nonprofit organization dedicated to serving veterans, often qualifies for tax deductions. This means that you may be able to reduce your taxable income by the value of the items you donate.

To claim this deduction, it's important to keep detailed records of your donations. You should document the items donated along with their fair market values. Having receipts or acknowledgment letters from AMVETS can also help substantiate your claims when filing taxes.

It's beneficial to note that not all donations are treated equally under tax laws. Generally, clothing and household goods in good condition are eligible for deductions, while other types of contributions may have different rules. Always consult IRS guidelines or a tax professional for specific advice tailored to your situation.

By contributing items you no longer need while potentially lowering your tax bill, you make an impact on both personal finances and the lives of veterans needing support—an excellent way to give back without compromising financial health.

Impact of Donations on Veterans' Lives

Donations to AMVETS play a crucial role in transforming the lives of veterans. Each contribution, whether big or small, directly supports programs designed for their well-being. These initiatives often include job training, mental health resources, and educational scholarships that help veterans reintegrate into civilian life.

Many veterans face challenges after serving our country. They may struggle with transitioning back to daily routines and finding stable employment. By donating goods or funds to AMVETS, supporters provide vital assistance that can lead to sustainable careers and improved quality of life.

Additionally, donations aid in providing essential services such as housing support and medical care. Accessing these resources allows veterans to focus on healing rather than worrying about basic needs. This kind of security is invaluable for those who have sacrificed so much.

Moreover, the camaraderie fostered by donation-driven community events helps combat feelings of isolation among veterans. Engaging with fellow service members creates a strong network where they can share experiences and support each other’s journeys toward recovery. Such connections are fundamental in enhancing overall well-being.

Conclusion

When considering amvet donations, it’s clear that your contributions can have a profound impact on the lives of veterans and their families. By donating items like clothing, household goods, and vehicles to AMVETS, you not only declutter your space but also support essential programs aimed at helping those who served our country.

The organization has garnered positive ratings for its transparency and effectiveness in utilizing donations. With convenient pickup schedules available, it’s easier than ever to make a difference without leaving your home.

Additionally, donors benefit from tax deductions when they give to AMVETS. This financial incentive enhances the appeal of donating while providing crucial resources that help veterans reintegrate into civilian life successfully.

Your generosity plays a vital role in changing lives. Every item donated contributes directly to improving services for veterans across the nation. Engaging with AMVETS through donations is more than just giving; it's about standing by those who stood for us.

FAQs

What items does AMVETS accept for donation?

AMVETS accepts a wide range of items, including clothing, household goods, small appliances, electronics, furniture, and more. However, they do not accept large appliances, hazardous materials, or items in poor condition. It's best to check with your local AMVETS chapter for specific guidelines.

How do I schedule a donation pick-up with AMVETS?

You can schedule a donation pick-up with AMVETS by visiting their website and using the online scheduling tool or by calling their toll-free number. You can choose a convenient date and time for the pick-up, and AMVETS will come to your home to collect your donations.

Are donations to AMVETS tax-deductible?

Yes, donations to AMVETS are tax-deductible. After making a donation, you will receive a receipt that you can use for tax purposes. Be sure to keep the receipt as it serves as proof of your donation.

Can I donate a vehicle to AMVETS?

Yes, AMVETS accepts vehicle donations, including cars, trucks, motorcycles, boats, and RVs. The process is simple: fill out an online form, and AMVETS will arrange for a free tow. The proceeds from the sale of the vehicle will support AMVETS programs.

Where do my donations go, and who benefits from them?

Your donations to AMVETS help fund programs that support veterans and their families. This includes assistance with job training, healthcare, education, and more. By donating, you directly contribute to improving the lives of veterans across the country.

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From Course to Clubhouse – Versatile Golf Outfits for Everyone

Golf has long been associated with a distinct dress code, but modern fashion trends have transformed the sport's attire into versatile ensembles suitable for both the fairway and beyond. Today's golfers seek comfort, style, and functionality in their outfits, blurring the lines between on-course performance wear and off-course casual attire.

This evolution has led to an exciting array of options for both men and women, catering to various tastes and preferences while adhering to traditional golf etiquette.

The Rise of Multifunctional Golf Wear

Gone are the days when golf clothes were limited to the course. Contemporary golf fashion emphasizes versatility, allowing players to transition seamlessly from teeing off to socializing at the clubhouse. This shift has given rise to a new category of apparel that combines athletic performance with casual elegance, making it possible to sport the same outfit for a round of golf and a post-game meal with friends.

Men's Golf Pants: A Blend of Comfort and Style

Today, you can easily find men's golf pants online that offer a perfect balance of functionality and fashion. These pants are designed with moisture-wicking fabrics, strategically placed stretch panels, and UV protection, ensuring comfort during play. Simultaneously, their tailored cuts and subtle details make them suitable for casual outings or even business-casual settings.

Key features of modern men's golf pants include:

Breathable, lightweight materials

Flexible waistbands for unrestricted movement

Hidden pockets for tees and ball markers

Wrinkle-resistant fabrics for a polished look

Women's Golf Attire: Combining Performance and Femininity

Women's golf fashion has undergone a remarkable transformation, offering a wide range of options that cater to diverse body types and personal styles. Long sleeve golf shirts for women have become increasingly popular, providing sun protection without compromising on style or comfort. These shirts often feature moisture-wicking properties, UPF protection, and stretchy fabrics that allow for a full range of motion during swings.

Other essential elements of women's golf attire include:

Skorts that offer the functionality of shorts with the elegance of skirts

Sleeveless polo shirts for warmer weather

Lightweight, water-resistant jackets for unpredictable conditions

Comfortable, supportive golf shoes designed specifically for women's feet

Accessories: The Finishing Touch

Accessories play a crucial role in completing a golf outfit and enhancing its versatility. Items such as visors, sunglasses, and gloves not only serve practical purposes on the course but also add a stylish flair to the overall ensemble. Golf-specific watches and GPS devices have become popular accessories, doubling as fashionable timepieces off the course.

Eco-Friendly Golf Fashion

As sustainability becomes increasingly important in the fashion industry, golf apparel manufacturers are embracing eco-friendly materials and production methods. Recycled fabrics, organic cotton, and biodegradable materials are finding their way into golf wear, appealing to environmentally conscious players without compromising on performance or style.

Color Trends and Patterns

While traditional golf attire often featured muted colors and simple patterns, modern golf fashion embraces a broader palette and bolder designs. Vibrant hues, subtle prints, and even abstract patterns are now commonplace on the course, allowing golfers to express their personality through their outfits while still maintaining a polished appearance.

The Bottom Line

The evolution of golf fashion has resulted in a diverse range of options that cater to players of all ages, body types, and style preferences. From men's golf pants to long sleeve golf shirts; today's golf attire seamlessly blends performance, comfort, and style. This versatility extends the life of golf clothing beyond the course, making it a practical and fashionable choice for various casual settings.

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Embrace Style and Comfort with Ladies Longer Length Skorts

Fashion-forward women are constantly seeking wardrobe pieces that blend style, comfort, and practicality. Enter the longer length skort, a versatile garment that seamlessly combines the elegance of a skirt with the comfort and convenience of shorts. Perfect for a variety of activities, from casual outings to athletic pursuits, ladies' longer length skorts are becoming a must-have item in modern wardrobes. This article explores the benefits, styles, and versatility of these fashionable pieces to the ladies longer length skorts

The Appeal of Longer Length Skorts

Versatility:

Day to Night: Longer length skorts can be dressed up or down, making them suitable for both daytime and evening events. Pair them with a casual tee for a day out or with a blouse and heels for a night out.

Seasonal Adaptability: These skorts are perfect for all seasons. In warmer months, they provide breathability and freedom of movement, while in cooler months, they can be paired with tights or leggings for added warmth.

Comfort:

Freedom of Movement: The shorts component of skorts allows for unrestricted movement, making them ideal for activities like walking, cycling, and golfing.

Secure Fit: Unlike traditional skirts, skorts offer the confidence of knowing that you are fully covered, regardless of the activity.

Style:

Flattering Silhouette: Longer length skorts come in various styles that flatter different body types. From A-line to pleated designs, there’s a skort to enhance every figure.

Wide Range of Patterns and Colors: With an array of colors, prints, and patterns available, it’s easy to find a skort that matches your personal style.

Popular Styles of Longer Length Skorts

Athletic Skorts:

Performance Fabrics: Made from moisture-wicking and breathable materials, athletic skorts are perfect for sports and outdoor activities. They often feature built-in shorts with pockets for convenience.

Functional Design: These skorts are designed with active women in mind, offering features like elastic waistbands, drawstrings, and side slits for maximum comfort and functionality.

Casual Skorts:

Relaxed Fit: Ideal for everyday wear, casual skorts offer a relaxed fit and are often made from soft, stretchy fabrics. They provide a chic yet comfortable option for running errands or meeting friends.

Versatile Patterns: From classic denim to playful prints, casual skorts come in a variety of styles that can be easily dressed up or down.

Dressy Skorts:

Elegant Fabrics: Dressy skorts are crafted from luxurious materials such as silk, chiffon, or crepe, making them suitable for more formal occasions.

Sophisticated Details: These skorts often feature sophisticated details like ruffles, lace trims, and intricate patterns, adding a touch of elegance to your outfit.

How to Style Longer Length Skorts

Casual Look:

T-Shirts and Sneakers: Pair a patterned casual skort with a simple t-shirt and sneakers for a relaxed, stylish look. Add a denim jacket for an extra layer of chic.

Summer Vibes: Opt for a brightly colored skort with a tank top and sandals. Accessorize with a sun hat and sunglasses for a perfect summer outfit.

Athletic Outfit:

Sporty Chic: Combine an athletic skort with a moisture-wicking tank top and running shoes for an effortless sporty look. Finish with a baseball cap and a fitness tracker.

Layered Activewear: For cooler weather, layer your skort over leggings and pair with a long-sleeve athletic top and lightweight jacket.

Dressy Ensemble:

Blouses and Heels: Style a dressy skort with a fitted blouse and heels for a sophisticated evening look. Add statement jewelry and a clutch to elevate the outfit.

Office Ready: Choose a neutral-colored skort and pair it with a tailored blazer and loafers for a polished office look. Finish with a structured handbag and minimalistic accessories.

Conclusion

Ladies' longer length skorts offer the perfect blend of style, comfort, and versatility. Whether you're heading to a casual outing, engaging in sports activities, or attending a formal event, there's a skort style to suit every occasion. Embrace this fashionable and practical wardrobe staple to enhance your style and enjoy the freedom of movement and confidence it provides. With their flattering silhouettes and wide range of designs, longer length skorts are set to become a favorite in every woman's closet.

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Day 27 I ate a Dom Rodrigo and I liked it!

Today I had so many options. I really wanted to go find those flamingos in the Rio Formosa Lagoon, as it was beyond where I was headed today, to meet Esther in Vilamoura. I was excited to see Vilamoura, apparently a little more expensive to live than other places I've seen. Esther is one of four women who responded to my FB post earlier this year, seeking travellers / expats to catch up with. I've now met three of them (Crystal from the US, Rosie from Canada and Esther from South Africa), I'm not sure what's happened to the fourth!

I decided this morning it was a bit too ambitious to head out to Vilamoura at 10.30am, a one hour drive, catch up with Esther, then potentially drive another hour, then go on a flamingo hunt in an area that I'm not familiar with on my own. There were so many other options I'd thought about asking Esther’s opinion on instead.

Esther, like the waiter I'd met in the first week, left South Africa five years ago with her Portuguese husband and two children because of safety concerns. Esther mentioned her father had been murdered there, her mother had been attacked (she said luckily not raped), she had been involved in a car hijack and her husband I think an armed robbery, bloody hell, no wonder she's taken to liking cocktails, after 20 years of not drinking. They arrived and her husband became an Uber driver and then COVID hit and they were eating into their savings. He now does Uber driving and is a real estate agent, but that sounds very competitive here. Esther has started to do cleaning and gets paid €12 per hour. She was so surprised when I told her I pay $40 per hour and that's cheap in Australia. Esther mentions the more exclusive areas, where the footballers and other famous people live is not that far, in Quinta do Lago and Vale do Lobo. I was keen to visit.

After one coffee and a pastel de nata, then another coffee, I asked Esther if she wanted to join me wandering around the marina at Vilamoura. We were headed to lunch at an Indian restaurant she'd recommended but sadly it was closed. We ate pizza and drank a glass of wine instead and she was keen for me to try a cocktail, rattling off how yummy Sex on the Beach and a few others were. I think she assumed I might not have drunk cocktails before! She rang her husband for a bar recommendation and we ended up at an Irish Pub called Northwoods. It was pretty empty apart from five guys and a rather grumpy woman who said there'd be no cocktails until the real bartender arrived. We said we'd wait. We got talking to Stewart, from Glasgow I think. He moves between Scotland and Vilamoura. We then couldn't help but engage with the other four guys who were singing about three lines of some song quite loudly and badly. Well that then gave them licence to join us. Four pissed Scottish dudes from Fife, over for a few days of golf. It was like they'd never met an Australian woman in Portugal before, in fact they pretty much said so. They asked if I played golf! I said the game was a bit too boring for me and I got them quite worked up when I knowingly called the clubs "sticks"! They were all talking over each other to me, it was quite chaotic for a while. I challenged them to a push up competition, one dude took me on and lost! The one wearing my sunglasses in the picture below. Luckily they needed food and I declined their offer to join them for a Chinese buffet! They departed quoting from Crocodile Dundee about the knife!

I then carefully drove the one hour home, knowing that I'd be adding another degree of difficulty, driving at night! Stewart told me driving on the N125 was dangerous and I should take the toll road. I'll be checking out turning the tag on for the two remaining days I have the car. The Portuguese don't seem to obey roundabout etiquette and I've checked my understanding of what lane I'm supposed to be in to go straight. I now realise I've been driving in the overtaking lane, and I need to check that what I'm assuming is the give way sign onto a highway might be a merge sign!

I made it home! Cooked myself a late dinner and ate the Dom Rodrigo I purchased in Lagos yesterday. It's interesting the woman at Casa da Isabel didn't think I'd like it, but it tastes pretty good, like a much softer baklava. It's a local sweet made with egg strands, ovos moles, almond kernels, sugar and cinnamon, having been served throughout its history in three different ways. The first was in the form of a candy, the second was served in a porcelain bowl, so it could be eaten with a spoon and the third is served wrapped in coloured aluminium foil, in order to draw more attention to it, but still needs to be eaten with a spoon!

In case anyone is curious about my Netflix, I've moved from Baby Reindeer (what a head fuck that series was) to Nyad (great movie) and now about to watch Derry Girls! It’s ok Leigh Sales has only just started watching it too!

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Ladies Golf Wear and Apparel

Golf is a lifestyle, passion, and method to express oneself on the fairways. Women golfers need the correct gear for performance, confidence, and elegance. The intriguing niche market of women's golf clothing and lady golf gear combines fashion and function, as we'll see in this article.

Women's Golf Wear Evolution:

Women Golf Wear has evolved from conservative, conventional designs to trendy, utilitarian outfits that increase performance and reflect personal flair. Female golfers may now wear beautiful dresses, skirts, blouses, and bottoms instead of shapeless polos and drab khakis.

Advancements in moisture-wicking, stretch, and UV-protective performance textiles have transformed women's golf clothing. These revolutionary fabrics keep female golfers cool, dry, and sun-protected, assuring comfort and confidence throughout their rounds.

Fashion-forward designs and feminine accents are another women's golf wear trend. Today's ladies golf attire is attractive and practical, with vivid colors, eye-catching patterns, appealing shapes, and fitted cuts. Women's golf clothing has styles for every taste, from traditional to sporty.

Lady Golf Apparel Essentials:

Every female golfer needs a few important things for a beautiful and effective attire.

Polo shirts are the foundation of every golf outfit, adaptable, comfy, and excellent on the course and off. Choose lightweight, breathable, moisture-wicking materials to stay cool and dry throughout rounds.

Skorts and Shorts: Female golfers choose skorts and shorts for style and utility. Choose elastic, quick-drying materials with built-in shorts for comfort and coverage.

Add skirts and tunics to your golf outfit for a more feminine and classy appearance. This adaptable gear is ideal for warm-weather rounds and may be worn from the course to the clubhouse.

For chilly weather, bundle up with trendy jackets, vests, and sweaters. Choose water-resistant and windproof clothing to remain dry without losing style.

Accessories: Add style and sun protection to your golf outfit with visors, hats, belts, and sunglasses. For a professional course appearance, choose selections that match your clothing and personal style.

Leading Ladies Golf Wear Brands:

Several manufacturers lead the way in attractive and effective women's golf clothing.

Nike Golf: Nike Golf sells polos, skirts, shorts, and outerwear for women, known for its inventive designs and high-performance textiles.

Lululemon: Female golfers love Lululemon's attractive and comfy attire because to its fashion-forward designs and technical materials.

Adidas Golf: Lady Golf Apparel creates stylish and effective women's golf apparel with innovative performance innovations.

Tail Activewear: Tail Activewear makes attractive and effective golf wear for ladies.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, women's golf clothing and lady golf gear have grown dramatically in recent years, giving attractive and useful alternatives for all ages and ability levels. Modern female golfers can show their individuality while keeping comfortable and confident on the course with enhanced performance materials, fashion-forward patterns, and a broad choice of styles. If you're a pro or a novice trying to improve, invest in excellent golf clothing that shows your dedication and improves your game. With the correct clothes, you'll look and feel great every time you tee it up.

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The Evolution of Women's Golf Clothes

Golf, long regarded as a sport steeped in tradition and formality, has seen a paradigm shift in recent years, especially when it comes to women's golf clothes. No longer confined to conservative and restrictive attire, female golfers now navigate the greens with a diverse and stylish array of clothing that seamlessly blends performance, comfort, and individual expression. This in-depth exploration delves into the extensive evolution, current trends, and empowering aspects of women's golf attire, highlighting the intersection of fashion and function.

Historical Roots

The journey of women's golf clothes can be traced back to the late 19th century when women first started venturing onto the golf course. During this period, societal norms dictated that women wear Victorian-inspired attire, consisting of long skirts and high-collared blouses. While these garments were suitable for the prevailing norms, they proved to be impractical for the dynamic movements required in golf, hindering the development of women's golf as a competitive and accessible sport.

The Roaring Twenties marked a notable turning point in women's golf clothes. As societal norms underwent significant changes, so did women's attire on the golf course. Flapper dresses and knee-length skirts emerged, reflecting a departure from traditional constraints and a move towards more practical and comfortable fashion. This shift laid the groundwork for a more inclusive golfing experience for women, allowing them to participate in the sport with increased freedom of movement and style.

Functional Innovation

The latter half of the 20th century and into the 21st century witnessed an influx of innovation in women's golf apparel, driven by the growing participation and influence of female golfers. To enhance both performance and style, designers and manufacturers began incorporating advanced materials and technologies into golf clothing.

Moisture-wicking fabrics became a cornerstone of women's golf apparel, ensuring that golfers remained comfortable and dry during extended periods on the course. These fabrics efficiently draw moisture away from the body, contributing to a more enjoyable and performance-focused experience. The advent of stretchable and breathable materials further revolutionized women's golf clothes, allowing for unrestricted movement and optimal comfort during swings.

Contemporary Trends

The current landscape of women's golf clothes is a vibrant tapestry of innovation, diversity, and style. Conventional polo shirts and khaki skirts have given way to a spectrum of colors, patterns, and silhouettes that cater to the preferences of the modern female golfer. 

Athleisure, a trend blending athletic and leisurewear, has gained substantial traction in the world of women's golf apparel, offering a seamless integration of performance-driven materials with fashion-forward designs.

Athleisure in women's golf clothes emphasizes not only functionality but also the importance of expressing individual style on the course. From sleek, fitted tops to stylish yet functional skorts, today's female golfers have an extensive wardrobe that effortlessly transitions from the fairway to social gatherings. This trend not only aligns with the contemporary fashion landscape but also attracts a younger demographic to the sport, breaking away from the stereotypical image of golf as a conservative pastime.

Accessories and Personalization

The ensemble of women's golf apparel is incomplete without the addition of carefully chosen accessories. Visors, hats, and sunglasses have become essential items, providing both practical protection from the sun and an extra layer of style. Brands have responded to the demand for specialized accessories by offering a wide range designed specifically for female golfers, further emphasizing the importance of a well-coordinated and fashionable look on the course.

Personalization has emerged as a key trend in women's golf apparel, allowing golfers to add a unique touch to their clothing and accessories. Many brands offer customization options, enabling golfers to monogram polo shirts, personalize golf bags, and even create bespoke shoe designs. This shift towards personalization adds a layer of individuality and empowerment, fostering a sense of ownership and pride in one's golfing identity.

Breaking Stereotypes

The evolution of women's golf clothes has played a pivotal role in challenging longstanding stereotypes associated with both the sport and gender. No longer confined to outdated notions of prim and proper attire, female golfers now showcase their styles with confidence and authenticity. The diverse range of clothing options reflects the inclusivity and modernity that women bring to the world of golf, dismantling preconceived notions of what a golfer should look like.

This breaking of stereotypes is not merely confined to the realm of fashion but extends to the broader narrative of women in sports. As women continue to make strides in golf, their attire becomes a visual representation of their progress, emphasizing that athleticism and style are not mutually exclusive. The evolution of women's golf clothes symbolizes a broader cultural shift towards recognizing and celebrating the multifaceted identities of women in sports.

Empowerment Through Fashion

Beyond aesthetics, the evolution of women's golf clothes plays a crucial role in empowering female golfers. The intersection of fashion and function allows women to approach the game with confidence and focus, unencumbered by the limitations of traditional and restrictive attire. The availability of stylish, performance-oriented clothing ensures that women can fully immerse themselves in the sport, showcasing their skills without compromising on comfort or personal style.

The diverse range of options in women's golf apparel also contributes to a sense of inclusivity within the golfing community. Women of all ages, body types, and backgrounds can find clothing that suits their preferences and allows them to feel comfortable and confident on the course. This inclusivity fosters a supportive environment that encourages more women to take up golf, further diversifying and enriching the golfing community.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the evolution of women's golf clothes is a compelling journey that intertwines the realms of fashion, functionality, and empowerment. From the restrictive garments of the past to the contemporary fusion of style and performance, female golfers today have the freedom to express their individuality on the course like never before. The trajectory of women's golf apparel mirrors the broader cultural shifts towards inclusivity and breaking down stereotypes, providing a platform for women to redefine their identity within the traditionally male-dominated realm of golf.

As golf continues to evolve, so too does the fashion that accompanies it. Women's golf apparel stands as a dynamic and integral part of the sport's identity, reflecting the diverse and powerful voices of female golfers. The journey from long skirts to contemporary athleisure is not just a sartorial evolution; it is a testament to the resilience, strength, and individuality of women in golf, symbolizing their elegance in motion on and off the course.

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Girls Golf Equipment: A Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Perfect Gear

Introduction

This is a game for all age groups, and with the growing junior programs along with women's leagues, more young girls are taking to the field. The right equipment will go a long way in possibly influencing the performance level of a young player, comfort, and enjoyment for the time on the course. In this tutorial, we'll cover everything the novice needs to know about girl's golf equipment for girls-from clubs to bags, apparel, and accessories to meet the unique needs of young female golfers.

Importance of Choosing the Right Golf Equipment for Girls

When it comes to introducing girls to the world of golf, proper equipment fitting is crucial. Properly fitted equipment can enhance a young golfer's swings while minimizing strain and building confidence on the course. Girls-specific equipment is often more lightweight and designed for small hands and bodies, which are critical in acquiring proper technique and preventing injury.

Essential Golf Equipment for Girls

Clubs

Golf clubs are the most imperative part of any golfer's equipment. When choosing clubs for girls, select either junior sets or ones made specifically for young players. Junior clubs are lighter and shorter than the standard clubs; therefore, they are much easier to swing and control.

Some of the most important clubs that should be part of a starter's set include:

Driver: A lighter driver with a larger clubhead can allow girls to hit the ball further with less effort.

Irons and wedges: A set of forgiveness irons, like a 7-iron or 9-iron, and a wedge to be used when playing short game shots.

putter: The putter should be well balanced, since putting requires delicacy and control.

Bags

A lightweight yet spacious golf bag is what a young player would want. Most brands sell stand bags that are practical and can easily be carried by a girl. Find one with comfortable, padded shoulder straps and a number of pockets for storing tees, balls, and even personal items.

Apparel

Comfortable and weather-friendly attire makes much difference in the overall on-course experience for a girl.

Popular apparel options include the following:

Polos and T-Shirts: Wicking, breathable shirts work best, especially for warmer climates.

Golf Skorts or Shorts: These provide comfort and the freedom to move, important for swinging and moving on the course.

Outerwear: Windbreakers and rain jackets work great on cooler or rainy days.

Footwear

Proper golf shoes will provide stability, support, and comfort. Lighter golf shoes are either spikeless soles or have replaceable spikes to maintain stability during the swing. A well-fitting shoe will prevent blisters and therefore make balance easier to maintain.

Accessories

A few other accessories that can enhance a young golfer's experience:

Gloves: A good grip is indispensable, and a glove that will help provide a non-slip hold of the club.

Hat and Sunglasses: Protection from the sun is, of course, a given in longer rounds on sunny days.

Rangefinders: While not needed as a beginner, a rangefinder does become quite handy as the skills evolve and allows the girls to assess distances either to the hole or out towards hazards.

Top Brands for Girls Golf Equipment

A number of the top brands in the manufacturing of golf equipment make items for juniors, including:

US Kids Golf: They have a line-up of lightweight, adjustable-sized clubs, full sets, and individual clubs for young golfers.

Cobra Golf: Cobra can offer junior club sets that are easy to use, lightweight, and which are known for durability.

Callaway Junior: Callaway junior clubs bring in quality and performance to the more inexperienced golfers and the established junior players as well.

Wilson PGA Junior Series: Wilson has a particular junior line that covers corresponding golf clubs, bags, and accessories for different age groups.

How to Choose Correct Size and Fit for Girls

Sizing is everything for comfort and effectiveness on the course. When selecting girls' golf clubs, bags, and other accessories, here are things you should look out for:

Club Length: Junior clubs come in multiple lengths depending on age and height. Most manufacturers have size charts that link club length to particular height ranges.

Weight: Lighter Clubs are easier to swing and help young girls get confident with their swings. If a club is too heavy it will be hard to control.

Grip Size : Due to smaller hands, girls may wish to get thinner grips which they can manage better with the club. Junior grips are typically narrow and give a nice secure hold.

Try Before You Buy: Let the young golfer test-play the different clubs and other equipment to see what feels most comfortable. Many golf shops offer junior fitting sessions which help ensure a proper fit.

Looking after Girls Golf Equipment

Proper care and maintenance can extend the life of the equipment used in playing golf. Following are a few tips to take care of your golf equipment:

Clean Clubs Regularly: After every round, clean the clubfaces to get rid of the dirt and grass stuck to it. This will avoid building up and keep your clubs in good working condition.

Store in a Dry Place: Always keep the clubs and bags in a cool and dry place to avoid rusting or material damage.

Wear Check: Replace the grips when they wear, become smooth or slippery.

Washing of Apparel and Accessories: Following the washing instructions on an apparel or accessory will help keep it fitting and durable.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q1: At what age should a girl start learning golf?

A1: A number of junior golf programs accept kids at tender ages of five and six, although some might start off a little older depending upon interest and basic coordination.More emphasis shall be given at this tender age to fun than the competitive aspects of the game, and to skill development.

Q2: How often does my daughter need to have her golf clubs replaced?

A2: Well, depending on the growth rate and her skill factor is where decisions shall depend upon. It is with growth that, every 1-2 years, a replacement of the clubs shall be necessary so that she doesn't get clubs which are too big or too small for her. And with improvement in skill, one may upgrade to quality clubs that will suit her budding skills better.

Q3: Girls have a separate set of golf clubs, while boys don't?

A3: Yes, girls' clubs weigh a little lighter, and shafts may be a little bit more compact. The color scheme and design on a girls' set is more appealing to young women.

Q4: How do I decide which is the right ball for my daughter?

A4: Low compression softer balls are most suitable for younger golfers and beginners. The softer balls are much easier to hit, and help maximize the distance covered. You may want to consider the higher-end balls for more control and spin as she improves in her skill.

Q5: Can my daughter use adult equipment?

A5: Through their formative years, juniors are better off playing with clubs fitted to their size. Most adult clubs are too heavy and too long to be effectively controlled, and this may hinder correct technique development. The best option would be custom-fitted junior clubs until she grows taller and stronger.

Conclusion

Girls' golf equipment is today better and more accessible than it has ever been. Such clubs allow young girls to play in comfort. A proper set of equipment should be fitted according to a young girl's age, height, skill level, and personal preference. An investment in high-quality, well-fitted equipment will set her onto a path of success and enjoyment in everything from lightweight, easy-toting clubs and comfortable bags to fashionable apparel and durable accessories. As she grows and her skills get better, it's time to go back to her equipment needs so that she has just the best to help her game. Whether it is for casual or competitive play, the right tools definitely make all the difference in her playing golf.