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[ziggyevenstar]

i was put on this earth to hold my boyfriend’s hand as we both sing along to some of laufey’s romance-repulsed songs. grabe i’m so obsessed with my boyfriend😭 i’m super in love with his diverse range like he’s the guy who plays drums and guitar and listens to all the classic rock bands i adore growing up, and he was also there last night fangirling over laufey possibly even more than any of those teenage girls in the concert. he gives me princess treatment, he pays for stuff, opens doors for me, takes me out on regular dates and nicer dates, he loves to rot with me, he likes golf, likes tucking in his shirts, he’s conservative, doesn’t post anything online—hes traditional, BUT he’ll sing chappell roan at the top of his lungs. he treats me right, loves me right, he listens to me, doesn’t avoid confrontation, and he engages in conversation and never fights me. this is turning out as not a laufey post at all, but i just have to get this out. things are too good, i’m scared that one day i’ll notice him walking faster and leaving me behind while we walk. i’m scared that one day he’ll forget to open the door for me. scared we’ll one day go on a date and not have quality time. scared he’ll lose interest and not tell me. things are too good and i’m scared of a lukewarm kind of love, and it’s turning me into a significantly more paranoid (oa, di naman masyado) person

[cailinsblog]

Can you please write more Husband Nathan Mackinnon, please? I love the first one ! 😍

Omg yesss😻😻 I love people that give me requests and I love Nathan Mackinnon thank you for the request much appreciated💕💕💕

Golfing with the Mackinnons-Nathan Mackinnon

Nathan Mackinnon x reader

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon in Denver, and Nathan MacKinnon was excited for a rare day off. The Colorado Avalanche had just wrapped up a string of games, and he was looking forward to spending the day with his wife, Y/N. She had suggested a round of golf, and Nathan—though not much of a golfer—had agreed enthusiastically, more for the chance to spend quality time with her than for the sport itself.

Y/N, on the other hand, had grown up playing golf and was a natural on the green. She was looking forward to showing Nathan a thing or two about the game. Of course, the couple had been married for a couple of years, and they both loved teasing each other, especially on days like this. They had planned to keep the mood light and fun, no matter how competitive Nathan might get.

As they arrived at the golf course, Nathan couldn’t help but look over at Y/N, his heart skipping a beat. She looked absolutely stunning in a simple yet stylish white skirt that flowed gracefully as she walked, paired with a fitted polo that showed off her athletic build. Her golf shoes clicked on the pavement as she made her way to the course, and Nathan couldn't help but feel a little bit proud—his beautiful wife was about to show him up on the golf course. He adjusted his cap, making sure his own attire was just as on point. He’d donned the classic golfer look: a collared shirt, khaki shorts, and sneakers.

As they approached the first hole, they both grabbed their golf bags, which were marked with “MacKinnon” on the sides in bold letters—each of them with their personalized clubs. Y/N looked at Nathan with a playful smile as she swung her bag over her shoulder. “Ready to lose, MacKinnon?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Nathan smirked, holding up his own bag confidently. “We’ll see who’s really losing by the end of the day,” he replied. “Don’t forget, I’m competitive.”

“Oh, I know,” Y/N said with a wink, “but I’ve got years of experience on you.”

They both chuckled as they made their way to the first tee. Nathan went first, setting up his shot with precision, but it wasn’t as clean as he hoped—his ball veered slightly to the left and ended up in the rough. Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest with a grin.

“Not your best shot, Mr. MacKinnon,” she teased.

Nathan shot her a look, clearly not pleased with the result, but he couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, it’s only the first hole,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Mrs. MacKinnon.”

Y/N set up for her shot with a perfect stance, her form graceful and poised. With one smooth swing, the ball sailed down the fairway, landing right in the middle. Nathan stood there, pretending to be unimpressed, but his grin betrayed him. “Nice shot,” he admitted. “But don’t get too cocky.”

She laughed, turning back to him with a wink. “It’s just the beginning, Nate.”

They spent the next few holes teasing each other as they went. Nathan would challenge Y/N to a bet on who could drive further, and when she inevitably won, he would grumble good-naturedly. Y/N, for her part, had a knack for playful banter, always throwing in a compliment to keep things light, though she’d sneak in a comment here and there about how Nathan's competitive side was starting to show.

But it wasn’t just the golfing that made the day special—it was the moments between shots, the small laughs and the little jabs they exchanged. The couple had always enjoyed their time together, and days like these reminded them why they loved each other so much.

As they reached the golf cart after a few holes, they both paused for a moment, eyeing each other. They both knew what was coming—the battle for who would drive the cart.

“Alright, it’s my turn to drive,” Y/N said, already reaching for the keys.

Nathan quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path with a grin. “Oh no, no, no. I’m driving this cart, Y/N. You’ve had enough driving for the day.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed with Nathan’s claim. “You know I’m a better driver than you.”

“That’s debatable,” Nathan said, crossing his arms and leaning against the cart. “Besides, I’ll drive. You can just enjoy the ride.”

Y/N smirked, pretending to be offended. “Oh, really? Because I seem to remember you almost crashing the cart last time we went out.”

Nathan chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “That was one time! And I was distracted by your terrible golfing skills.”

Y/N laughed, pushing past him to open the golf cart door. “That’s funny, because I think you’re just trying to avoid losing the battle of the drivers, Mr. MacKinnon.”

“You’re on,” Nathan said, finally stepping aside, a playful grin on his face. “But only because you’ve got me in this competition.”

She settled into the driver’s seat with a proud look, starting the engine. “Thank you, kind sir,” Y/N said, giving him an exaggerated curtsy as she grabbed the steering wheel. “Now let’s see if you can keep up with me.”

Nathan jumped into the passenger seat, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you,” he teased as they started rolling down the path.

“I know,” Y/N said with a smile, glancing over at him. “You’re a lucky guy.”

The golf cart ride was full of laughter and playful teasing as they made their way to the next hole. Nathan pretended to complain about Y/N’s “reckless” driving, but the truth was, he loved every second of it. They argued over the silliest things—who hit the better shot, who was the better driver, who had the better golfing outfit—but deep down, it was just an excuse to spend time together and enjoy the little moments.

By the end of the round, Nathan had definitely won the majority of holes, but Y/N had kept him on his toes, challenging him at every turn. As they wrapped up their last hole, they made their way back to the clubhouse, both of them feeling a little bit more relaxed than when they’d started.

“You know,” Nathan said, his arm around Y/N as they walked toward the exit, “you might’ve lost today... but I’d still say you’re the better golfer.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her elbow. “I don’t know about that. I think I just let you win.”

“Sure, sure,” Nathan said, his grin widening. “I’ll let you think that.”

They walked hand-in-hand back to the car, both of them feeling happy, content, and already planning their next round of golf together.

“Next time, I’m definitely driving the cart,” Y/N said as they got in.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll let you,” Nathan teased back, chuckling as he started the engine. “But only because you’re my wife.”

Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder as they drove off. “Best day ever.”

And for Nathan, it certainly was. No matter how competitive the game, he knew that the best part was simply being with Y/N.

[sjsmith56]

A Better Man, Part 10 - Walkthrough

Summary: A year later two momentous occasions are pending. First, the three partners of Shield Renovations await the dropping of all charges against them. Secondly, there is a wedding soon to happen.

Length: 4.7 K

Characters: Bucky, Steve, Sam, Winnifred, Andrea, Lily, Natasha, Bruce.

Warnings: Fluffy fluff with a final touch of anxiety from Bucky.

Author notes: I hope you liked this mostly sweet story of a shy man falling for the right woman. Although there was some darkness, it also showed Bucky’s qualities that made him the better man.

<<Part 9

Part 10

One year later

The three partners sat in Bucky's office late on a Friday afternoon, waiting nervously.  The courier was supposed to bring the confirmation directly to them but according to Hope Van Dyne, he had left the District Attorney's office well over an hour ago. 

"Maybe he got into an accident," said Sam, cracking his knuckles and getting glares from his two friends at the sounds.  "Well, why else would he be late?  Don't those guys go all out on their bikes?  It's gotta be that or someone trying to stop us getting cleared completely.  Pierce could still have people on his payroll."

"You watched that movie again, didn't you?" asked Steve, rolling his eyes.  "That Premium Rush one?  There are no corrupt cops wanting to screw us over, okay?  Both Natasha and Maria said that as far as the NYPD is concerned, we're reformed.  They're all rooting for us, plus ever since we did Tom Benson's renovation, he's managed to refer a dozen other clients to us.  Our reputation is sterling."

"It will be fine," said Bucky, searching his pockets in vain.  He looked at Steve.  "Give me some gum, will you?"

He reached into the chest pocket of his Shield Renovations and Construction polo shirt, pulling out a package of gum and handing a strip to Bucky.  Another hand appeared in front of him, and he placed one in Sam's hand before taking one himself.  Although all three of them gave up smoking, they still needed a substitute vice when they were stressed, and gum was the vice of choice.  They sat quietly, chewing away, then the door opened, and Hope came in with a large envelope.

"It's here," she said. 

Bucky put his hand out, taking it from her, then she left.  At the time he hired her it was because Mrs. Parker said she was swamped but in reality, Hope Van Dyne was her hand-picked choice to replace her.  Knowing that the operation was close to being wrapped up, Mrs. Parker had stumbled across the capable administrative assistant on her daily commute, befriending her and offering her consolation over the antics of the younger woman's employer.  Even though May Parker contemplated retiring from the FBI to continue working with the company, another undercover assignment was offered to her and she felt compelled to accept it.  The last they heard she was working at a private golf club and resort in Florida, keeping an eye on a retired high-level politician who seemed to have a lot of foreign dignitaries visiting him at all hours of the day and night. 

"Are you going to open it, or what?" asked Sam, interrupting Bucky's thoughts.

With an irritated glance at his friend, Bucky opened the envelope and pulled out three sheets of paper, handing one each to Sam and Steve.  They all read the words on the papers then at each other, slowly smiling.

"We're good," said Sam.  "Fury has come through.  We're completely legit!"

"We can travel," said Bucky.  "I was worried that it wouldn't come through before the wedding and we couldn't go on our honeymoon."

"I can propose now," said Steve, then he blushed.

"Wait, what?  You're proposing to Natasha?  Does she know?  Maria never said anything about a proposal."

"Of course, she doesn't know," answered Steve, pushing Sam in the arm.  "Dumbass.  It's a proposal.  It's supposed to be a surprise."

Sam rubbed his arm, then grinned, offering his hand to Steve.  "Congratulations, man.  She had you wrapped around her finger from the very start."

"She did not.  What about you and Maria?  You wanted her to move in within a month."

"Did not.  Her lease was ending, and I was being nice."

Bucky watched and listened to their bickering, then crumpled up a post-it note and threw it at Steve.  His two friends stopped talking, switching their attention to him. 

"Now that we have our confirmation that the charges are all dropped and expunged, I'm going home," he said, standing up.  "I'm going to hug my daughter, read her a story and tuck her in, then take my almost wife to bed."

"You can't," said Steve.  He ran his hand through his hair.  "You're coming out with us for your stag.  It's all arranged.  Andrea knows that you'll probably crash with me tonight."

"Guys ... I didn't want one."

"I know, but the troops did and a good general always supports his troops.  Just so you know, we're meeting at a sports bar that has twenty different burgers, a hundred different beers, and games galore.  No strippers, no hookers, nothing that you or we would ever be ashamed of."  He gestured at Bucky's company shirt.  "I have something for you to change into."

He left, coming back with one of Bucky's favourite shirts.  With a sigh, Bucky changed, while Steve and Sam changed theirs.  They locked up, since Hope had already left, and headed to where they could hail a taxi.  After a short ride they arrived at their destination and made sure that Bucky walked in ahead of them.  It was full of every guy who worked for them, including Thor, and Peter Quill.  A beer was put into Bucky's hands, then Steve stood on a chair, holding his beer up.

"In a week, Bucky gets married to Andrea, a woman that stole his heart from the first moment he saw her.  Sam and I met her two weeks before, quite by accident as she was taking her baby girl, Lily, out for a walk.  We were having a smoke break, and this breath of fresh air approached us, then stopped, smiled, and asked where the nearest park was.  Sam, being the smooth operator he was, asked about Lily, then gave Andrea advice about child raising, based on his experiences as uncle to his sister's two boys.  She thanked him and walked away, leaving us feeling a little colder and in the dark without her presence.  Two weeks after that, Bucky joined us, and it was like a light went on in his head and his heart.  Those of you who witnessed this special time knew that he was a changed man.  In his opinion, he's become a better man since then.  To our better man, Bucky Barnes."

They all repeated it and drank to him.  He smiled shyly and looked at all of them.

"After my surgery, we decided to change the name of Barnes Contracting to something new.  It was Andrea who suggested Shield Renovations and Construction.  She said the shield would represent protection, something that she felt with us.  She told me of how you all waited at the hospital during my surgery and told stories about us, about how we gave you all a second chance to be better men.  Obviously, you all wanted it, because you bought into our limited scope of operations and when we went legitimate you stayed with us.  We wouldn't be where we are today without you all.  Thank you for believing in us and in yourselves.  We're only as good as the people who work for us, and right now, I think we have the best of men as our employees."

He drank more of his beer, then received many handshakes and shoulder squeezes from everyone as they began to party.  For several hours Bucky nursed his beers, drinking only three in total.  After making sure Steve and Sam got home okay, he took a taxi to the brownstone and paid the driver, looking up at the building in the dark.  He sat on the top step and opened his phone, flipping through the gallery of photos he took of the renovation, finished seven months before.  In many ways it was a record of the second part of his and Andrea's relationship.  The job became a labour of love as he steered the renovation alongside her, making sure she was involved in all the aspects of doing it right, the first time. 

Everything new had to be done to last a lifetime, and everything old that he kept from the original had to be restored to the highest quality.  When the project was finished, and they took the walkthrough together before moving her furniture back, she turned to him. 

"You are moving in with me, right?" she asked.  "This is all so beautiful, that you must have done some of it for yourself."

"It was all for you, but I am moving in with you," he replied.  "My apartment was what I thought Dot wanted, and I stayed there because it cost a lot.  It was more of a home with you and Lily there but this is the home I want to live the rest of my life in."

He placed his hand casually in his pocket, feeling the edge of the ring box, then drew it out, when her back was turned as she opened the butler's pantry door and went inside.  When she came out, he was down on one knee, with the box opened towards her, and she gasped in surprise.

"Will you marry me?  Will you stand with this former criminal and keep me on the good path that I've tried to stay on since I met you?  Will you let me be Lily's father in name and not just practice?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," she replied without hesitation.  "I'll marry you.  The path is wide enough that you'll never fall off, not with me at your side.  As for Lily, Brock has given up his rights to her.  He never wanted her, except for the money she would bring him."

As he slid the vintage engagement ring onto her ring finger, he gazed at her face, then stood up.  When she looked up at him, he saw only love, something he never saw with Dot.  That was the night they made love for the first time, a perfect melding of hearts, souls, and flesh that made his dick thicken as he thought of it.  Even though they picked up their relationship from where they left off, he didn't push Andrea into anything she wasn't ready for.  Some of their make out sessions became steamy but, in his heart, Bucky knew they would be together in every way when the time was right.  Waiting just made their first time incredibly special.

The selfie of them in the kitchen with her showing off her engagement ring was the last of the renovation pictures.  Sighing as he closed the gallery Bucky thought of when he sold his apartment condo, paid his mother back for the renovations and invested the rest, including starting up a college fund for Lily.  In the seven months they had shared the brownstone he lived as he always wanted, without worry and fear of the law coming after him, with someone he loved more than anything.

Standing up, he entered the code on the door panel, closing and locking the door behind him.  Slipping his shoes off, he hung up his jacket in the closet and made his way up to the second floor.  Checking in on Lily first, he grinned at how she was sprawled out in her "big girl" bed.  At 19 months she was walking and talking, and still just as friendly to almost everyone she met.  The guys at the warehouse loved seeing her whenever Andrea stopped by.  It was hilarious watching a bunch of grown men trying to entertain her by making goofy faces and sounds to get her attention.  She had her favourites; Clint, the father of three who was now their foreman, and Scott, who was in a serious relationship with Hope.  He knew magic and could make Lily laugh and clap her hands at his simple tricks.   Surprisingly, at least to Bucky, she liked Luis, who was teaching her Spanish, even bringing some Spanish language children's books to the warehouse to read to her whenever she climbed up on his lap.  Of course, she had soft spots for her godfathers Sammy and Steeby.  Every time they were over at the house, she went from one to the other, scamming them out of candy or money.  His mother's love for the little girl was as strong as if she had been related by blood.  Nana always got hugs and kisses, giving them back in turn.  If only Andrea's parents saw her more, it would be perfect.  Although they had finally met there was still an element of disapproval from her mother, over their daughter being a single mother, living with a man who was not the father of her child, even though the biological father was an absolute bastard.  On the other hand, her father had tried since that meeting to stay in touch with Andrea, often coming over and doting on Lily.

Moving towards his daughter, Bucky gently tugged the blanket over her, then put a stuffed animal under her arm.  Kneeling down, he kissed her on the head and whispered his usual saying to her.

"Sleep tight, little star.  In the morning, I'll catch you in my hand and make a wish to love you forever and always."

Getting up from his knees, he stood at the doorway again, basking in the love he felt for this toddler.  From there he quietly entered the bedroom and stepped into the ensuite bathroom to remove his clothes and brush his teeth.  He always kept a pair of sweatpants on a hook and put them on, then slipped under the bed covers, spooning behind Andrea.  She made the sweetest sound when he draped his arm over her waist.

"I thought you were staying at Steve's?"

"I only had a few beers, so I came home.  Besides, he snores when he's had too much."

She rolled over, kissed him sweetly on the mouth, then snuggled into his chest.

"I'm glad you're home.  It was hard to get to sleep without you.  Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, it was good to see everyone outside of work.  Thor and Peter Quill were there as well."  He kissed the top of her head.  "In a week we'll be married."

He could feel her smile forming on his chest, then she looked up at him again.

"Are we going to announce the baby?"

"I think we should wait.  You're only six weeks along.  Although they'll probably figure it out when you don't drink any alcohol."

"Probably," she yawned.  "Natasha thinks Steve might be proposing to her.  She said he's been acting quite mysterious lately.  Did he say anything to you?"

He couldn't help but smile.  If he lied, Andrea would know it.  If he didn't lie and she told Natasha, Steve wouldn't be happy with him.

"It was brought up, but he won't say when it's going to happen.  You're not going to tell her, are you?"

She didn't answer but by her regular breathing he could tell she was asleep.  He didn't even get a chance to tell her about the charges being dropped.  That could wait until the morning.  He kissed her head again and closed his eyes, feeling like he was the luckiest man in the world.

💍 💐

One week later

Having his head down between his knees wasn't helping Bucky breathe, even as his mother rubbed his back soothingly.  Sam and Steve stood there, wringing their hands, hoping that their friend wasn't about to pass out just 10 minutes before his wedding.  Winnifred looked up at the two of them.

"Get him some water," she said.  "Send Dr. Banner in."

"Yeah, good idea," said Steve, relieved at the suggestion.  "Sam, you get the doctor, and I'll get the doctor."  Sam looked at him, then slapped him lightly upside the back of his head.  "What the hell?"

"We can't both get the doctor," replied the other man.

"Boys, focus," said Winnifred.  "Sam, you get the water.  Steve, you get the doctor.  Go."

She shook her head.  For 34-year-old men, they still had their dumbass moments where they acted 14. 

"I don't know why I'm like this," gasped Bucky.  "I want to get married.  I love Andrea and want to be with her.  I feel almost like I did whenever I saw blood.  Ma, why is this happening now?"

How he got that torrent of words out when he could barely breathe made no sense to Winnifred, but she wasn't about to call her son out on it.  He always had been a sensitive soul, and she was sure this had something to do with it.  Bruce Banner arrived first, accompanied by Steve. 

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"He feels like he's going to faint," said Winnifred.  "Said it's like whenever he saw blood before."

"Bucky, do you feel like you're going to vomit?" asked Banner.

"Yes ... no, I don't know.  I just don't feel right, like I'm going to pass out at any moment."

"Hey, look at me."  Bucky raised his head.  "Tell me three things that you see."

"Um, the chair ... the mirror ... um, um, the carpet."

"Good," smiled Bruce.  "Now, three sounds.  What can you hear, right now?"

Bucky breathed in heavily.  "My breath.  The sound of music outside."  He focused more on Dr. Banner.  "A siren, far away."

"Excellent.  Just breathe, steady in for five then out for five.  Now I want you to move three body parts.  Can you do that?"

"Yeah." 

He sat up and moved his head from side to side.  Then he clenched and unclenched his fists.  Finally, he stuck his feet out in front of him, then brought them back to their original position.  Sam appeared with the water.

"I had to wait for the bartender to show up ... oh, you look better." 

He gave the water to Bucky, who nodded his head and sipped it, then took a longer drink.  He kept breathing in and out, following Dr. Banner's example.  The older man patted him on the shoulder.

"Feel better, now?"

"Yeah, I do.  Thanks."

"No problem.  It was just a little bit of anxiety you were feeling.  If it happens again try the 3-3-3.  Three things you can see, three things you can hear and move three body parts.  It redirects your brain to stop the anxiety.  Works every time."  The doctor stood up.  "Just give him a couple of minutes.  Winnie, are you walking him down the aisle?"

"I am now," she said.

"Just support him.  He'll be fine once he gets to the front.  I have to say this is a nice place for a wedding.  Very picturesque."

He left and Winnifred kept rubbing Bucky's back.  Finally, he nodded and stood up. 

"Okay, let's get married."

The wedding planner arrived to tell them it was time.  Together, they walked to where the outdoor ceremony was set up in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.  Sam and Steve walked towards the officiant first, positioning themselves at the front, then Bucky walked out with his mother, stopping at the first row of chairs to kiss her on the cheek, before he joined his friends.  Then Natasha and Maria appeared, with Lily in front of them, her tiny hands holding a basket of flower petals.  As When You Wish Upon a Star played, the little girl, wearing a lacy pink dress, scattered her petals, stopping to put some in people's hands along the way.  Bucky felt his heart in his throat, as his lips trembled, seeing his daughter taking her roll so seriously.  Then she saw him.

"Dada," she cried, dropping the basket, and running to him, making everyone swoon at the sight, as he picked her up and kissed her.

"You stay with me, and we'll watch Mama together, okay?"

She nodded then pointed to where Andrea waited while the music to A Groovy Kind of Love started.  He laughed at first, then began to cry at how beautiful she looked.  She stood alone at the other end, then she looked to one side and was joined by her father.  Kissing her on the cheek, he walked her down the aisle, a big grin on his face.  There were more kisses when she arrived to where Bucky stood, from her dad to her and Lily, then a handshake to the groom. 

For such a memorable moment in his life, Bucky could never remember much of the ceremony itself.  He remembered how Andrea looked while they gazed at each other as if they were the sun, moon, and stars personified.  He remembered saying "I do" and putting the wedding band on her finger but everything else was a blur until they kissed.  Lily had already wiggled out of his arms to go to his mother, making everyone laugh.  When he was told he could kiss the bride he placed his hands on Andrea's cheeks, then kissed her softly and sweetly, wanting it to last forever. 

More flower petals were tossed at them as they walked down the aisle and led everyone to the pool beside the Palm House, set up for cocktails.  They left briefly for photographs amongst the flowers blooming nearby.  When the late afternoon turned into the evening, and the light became more golden as sunset approached, the Palm House was opened for the reception.  The glass walled structure, filled with more colourful flowers, and festooned in fairy lights, seemed magical in appearance.  Lily was entranced by it and clapped her hands in pure joy.

The first dance for the couple was to You Make Me Feel Brand New, the third song they ever danced to when Andrea had to nudge Bucky into finally kissing her.  Everyone who had been there from the start of Bucky and Andrea's relationship, watched with soft smiles on their faces at the tenderness between the couple.  That song was the one most suited for the wedding dance, although the other two songs made it to the set list.  It wasn't all 70s and 80s music, as they made sure there was something for everyone, including some sultry Spanish style songs that brought out Steve and Natasha, in a repeat of the first time they danced. 

If anyone noticed that Andrea wasn't drinking, they didn't say anything, although Winnifred and several others suspected that Lily would have a sibling early in the new year.  The toddler held out for a long time, dancing with her parents and with anyone she asked.  No one turned her down.  When she finally conked out, a bed of sorts was made for her using a cushioned bench and Steve's borrowed jacket as a blanket.  She slept there, oblivious to everything around her, until her parents made their goodbyes, and Winnifred lifted the little girl up in her arms, carrying her out to the limousine that took them home to her apartment. 

The party went on for some time.  Steve, after a quite energetic dance with Natasha, suggested they go out to the pool to cool off.  They sat on a bench on the far side of the pool, overlooking the dark water, which reflected the lights coming from the Palm House. 

"What a great wedding," she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.  "This was such a beautiful place to have it."

"It was," he agreed, looking up at the night sky.  "We could have a great wedding here."

"You have to ask me first," chuckled Natasha.

He looked at her.  "I'm asking."

It took her a moment to respond then she lifted her head up to look at him, aware that she could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears.

"What are you asking?"

"If you'll marry me.  I think we could have something amazing together."

It was what he said to her the night of their first date.

"Yeah?"  She swallowed.  "Maybe, but there are complications."

He tilted his head slightly, smiling at that answer.  "You already married?"  She shook her head.  "Engaged?" 

"I could be, to the right guy."

"Natasha, I'm the right guy for you.  I knew it from the first moment I saw you standing inside our office.  I wanted you then and I want you for the rest of our lives."  Gently, he traced her jaw with his fingertips.  "Say yes to being amazing together.  Say yes to the guy who loves you for the incredible woman you are."

"Steve?" 

"Yeah?"

"Yes.  Now shut up and kiss me."

Pulling her onto his lap, he kissed her fiercely, holding her as if he never wanted to let her go.  Reaching into his pocket, he brought out the ring box and opened it.  Natasha almost stopped breathing at the size of the diamond.  She knew business was good, but this....

"It's not hot, is it?"

"Baby, I'm a legitimate businessman now.  This didn't fall off a truck.  Legally bought and paid for."

She admired it on her hand, then they stayed out there for some time, kissing and enjoying each other's company.  When Sam appeared across the pool to say they had to close things up, he grinned at them, knowing that he would be repeating his own version of a proposal soon. 

🌃 🌌

In the hotel room, Bucky, and Andrea, were catching their breath, laying on top of the rumpled duvet with their legs intertwined and her head on his chest.  Their wedding clothes, strewn everywhere, weren't a priority, until his phone signalled a text message.  Climbing off the bed, Bucky picked up his jacket, searching for the phone but it wasn't in any of the pockets.  My pants, the phone must be in my pants.  Where are they?

Andrea watched with amusement as he looked for his pants, then she got up and lifted her dress up from the floor, pulling his pants out from underneath it and reaching inside one the pockets to retrieve his phone, placing it in his hand.  He grinned, kissed her, then opened the message, which he showed to Andrea. 

Steve:  She said yes.

"What should I say?" he asked.

"Congratulations, now go celebrate," suggested Andrea.  "Then come back to bed and put it on silent."

He sent the message, put the phone on silent and tossed it onto a chair.  Climbing back on the bed, he hovered over his wife, then stopped.  His wife ... this woman was his wife and in the new year, she would be the mother of his child.  How did he get so lucky?

"You okay?" she asked.  "You were somewhere else for a moment."

"I was right here, thinking of how lucky I am that I have you in my life.  You changed me, changed everything for the better when you walked past Barnes Contracting."

She shook her head, caressing her face. 

"All I did was take Lily for a walk.  Grandma said it was important to know the neighbourhood and your neighbours."  She shrugged.  "I just figured it would be good to know who had businesses in the neighbourhood as well.  She was a teacher and knew lots of people."

"What was your grandma's name?"

"Lily Dugan," she answered.  "She was a widow.  My grandpa, her husband, died when I was little.  She always said there was no better man than him.  That's how I feel about you."

Bucky felt a lump in his throat.  Dugan was the name of his dad's friend, who worked with him at Barnes Contracting.  He remembered him, a big burly man with a large moustache and genial attitude who always made him laugh, even after the incident.  Then suddenly, he wasn't around anymore, and his parents were sad for some time.  Was it a coincidence or fate that brought Andrea past the very building her grandfather had worked at?  It didn't matter, not in the long run.  Placing one hand on Andrea's, he moved it so he could kiss her palm, then laid with his head on her chest as she ran her hand through his hair.  He was right where he wanted to be; in the arms of the woman he loved, the woman he would always say made him a better man.

THE END

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sam woodbridge fact sheet

a long overdo list of random facts for sam (an OC), enjoy <3

Samuel Alexis Woodbridge (s.a.w., yes those are his initials)

age range 26-29 ish??? Never discussed, but this is what I have been envisioning.

Pitcher for the Yankees (undetermined on the team, but that's what we last talked about)(his number is 47)

Has four sisters, two younger, two older.

Originally from a small town in Maine, but now permanently lives in NYC

Has one earring and a nose ring (both silver)

one time got a tongue piercing on his off season and loved it

His teammates gave him the nickname, "Woody," yes because of his name, but also because he got a boner in the middle of practice when he was a rookie and he hasn't lived it down since

Went to college, played baseball there, but also majored in sports journalism and minored in fine arts

Was usually deemed a class clown in school, was a theater kid in high school just for fun

Deep sleeper

Loves taking pictures with a digital camera

Super talkative. Sam is outgoing and friendly, just loves conversation and new people

Love languages are physical touch and quality time

Will be a full on slut for you

Any and all photoshoots of him have a silly vibe

JUST A SILLY GUY!!! He doesn't take himself too seriously, and sometimes he's okay with knowing when to tone it down and be serious, but once in a while, misses the cue on when to stop and actually be serious

Absolutely loves Sabrina Carpenter's music, but otherwise, most of his music is all from the 90s in a variety of different genres

Dresses casually, lot of jeans, t shirts, sweaters, crewnecks, henleys, etc. A good baseball cap, sneakers or work type boots.

Sends voice notes and middle of the day selfies no matter what he's doing

Shuts down during arguments and has a little trouble communicating in those high emotion moments, which leads to ignoring the situation for a little bit

Which also leads to him brushing off some emotions he's feeling and using humor instead

He is online and a fan favorite of the team

Was always an athletic guy

Is an Eagle Scout

Did a manscaped ad once

His family has iconic christmas parties

Penguins are his favorite animal

Only into baseball, he doesn't care for any other sport (besides maybe mini-golf and bowling)

Loves tender love-biting (reciprocating and receiving)

An overdramatic man when he has a minuscule cold

Got his nose ring piercing because his sister was scared to get his ear pierced and he made the deal he'd get a piercing with her

His favorite snack is three oreos

has texted "prepare your panties," on multiple occasions

Huge hsm2 fan

looks like a fuckboy sometimes, but he's nowhere near that, he really is just a sweet guy

muttering tiktok audios 7 times out of 10

More dominant than submissive in bed, but only focused on both him and his partner having a good time

One time shaved his hair into a buzzcut and bleached it like his other teammates, but never again after his family's (and you's) reaction

Curses a lot (favorites are; fuck, motherfucker, dickhole)

Will make a tiktok with his friends and partner

definition of gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets

[welcometo79s]

[repost because I got shadow-banned and I'm back now]

@clonemmunism got me thinking with their post about the war ending and the clones just making very bad fashion choices so here's my thought on what everyone would wear and my rating:

Hunter [4/10]:

Hunter doesn't really care about being fashionable. We got a glimpse of what he would wear in The Bad Batch and I don't think it's very good. He owns a couple of cute scarves but usually he just dresses like a less fashionable Cut Lawquane. And Cut is already pushing it. It's nothing too bad, he just looks like some farmer on Dantooine. No, the bad thing about Hunter is that he literally does not differentiate between clothes he wears going out and clothes he wears practicing knife throwing and juggling with. So most of his stuff has little cuts and tears in it. He also sticks to the type of clothes that Cut gave him, which is the only thing saving him from being a fashion nightmare. He did however try to pick absolutely atrocious clothes for Omega until Echo stepped in. Like he'd attempt to get her a pink shirt with a porg vomiting a rainbow on it and military khakis.

Echo [10/10]:

His outfits are top-notch, he just doesn't dress properly for the seasons. But hey, that's not what we're ranking here. Echo is a crop top guy. Crop tops in summer. Crop tops in winter. And he looks good in them. He wears regular black pants and a variety of casual jackets on top of the crop tops. Sometimes leather jackets, sometimes bomber jackets, sometimes parkas, sometimes open shirts loosely hanging over the tops. Gets matching accessories and high quality boots for his outfits too. Ends up getting himself a belly button piercing. Fashion icon.

Tech [6/10]:

He only has one outfit and it's beige suit pants and a white shirt that's stuffed into the pants. He owns multiple duplicates of the pants and the shirt. Leather shoes. The only thing he switches out about the outfit is that he wears a variety of funky bow ties.

Wrecker [4/10]:

I'm sure there's people on here who found Wrecker's beekeeper outfit from the Saleucami episode cute but it's not very fashionable, nor are the rest of his clothes. Fisherman hats. Crocs. The "my 50 year old dad on the balcony" shoes (those cork sandals). Ponchos and pants that don't fit together color-wise. Sooo many tie dye shirts. Those jeans fabric shorts with lots of cuts in them. The very short ones. Very rarely an elegant evening gown he looks really good in. That gets him an extra point.

Crosshair [5/10]:

He's the Hot Topic Brigade. He has a style and he sticks to it. Some people like it and some don't. Almost always wears a leather jacket. Buys all his clothes at the Star Wars equivalent of Hot Topic.

Fives [7/10]:

Usually wears black jeans and some black t-shirt with printed words on it. Sneakers. Jeans jackets, sometimes with fur. His outfits are good but he wears some of the most atrocious shirts known to mankind. On a good day you get "Viva la Clonevolution", "I'm a Republic War Crime" or "Enemy of the State". On worse days he might wear something that says "Sparkle on you crazy doggo!", "I eat cement", "I can't fucking do be do be do it anymore" (all real shirts by the way) or "Call me the Uwunator". The otherwise completely normal, nice looking outfit adds to the insanity. Sometimes Echo pretends he doesn't know him. It's the fact that Fives does this on purpose that really gets Echo.

Rex [1/10]:

Listen. The Bad Batch and Fives have the privilege of having Echo to be the damage control for their fashion choices. Now we're getting into the bad territory. Rex has so many of these white tank tops that you can see his nipples through. Sometimes there's hot sauce stains on them. He also has a fuzzy jacket that Fives got him as a joke. Rex does not know it was supposed to be a joke. At this point Fives is too intimidated to correct him. He wears light shorts that some rich kid would wear to the golf course under the tank tops. And cowboy boots. Also huge elegant statement necklaces on top of this. And that one stupid fisher hat that says "rexcellent" on it.

Hardcase [2/10]:

Listen the only reason Hardcase has more points than Rex is that Hardcase doesn't want to look fashionable, Hardcase wants to look fun and that he does. He joins Fives in the cringe t-shirt extravaganza. Would wear the ugly pink porg shirt that Hunter wanted to get for Omega. See-through jackets. Glittery heart sunglasses. Glittery silver disco pants that get wider at the bottom. Rainbow bracelets that work like rattles. He annoys everyone around him by shaking his hands to his "improv gospel". Red leather boots that go up to his thighs. Sometimes he wears them under the disco pants, sometimes over them. Fives loves his outfits. He's the only one. Sometimes Hardcase tries out a variety of colorful wigs.

Tup [9/10]:

He looks so cute. So many people hit on him. Lets his hair grow a little longer and starts wearing half-buns. Also a crop top guy, just a little shy about it at first. Wears earrings and looks really nice with them. Has delicate wrist tattoos, maybe some branches with flowers wrapping around his arms. Otherwise simple, normal pants and sneakers.

Jesse [3/10]:

Tup and Fives are carrying the 501st in terms of fashion. The rest are all fashion don'ts. Jesse is no exception. He also wears crop tops but his don't have sleeves or straps. It's just a strapless bandeau top hanging over his pecs. On top of that? Baggy oversized jacket with a comical amount of pockets that he always stuffs full of things. He's been stopped multiple times by the Coruscant Guard and searched as a suspect for being a spice dealer. He just has his pockets stuffed full of candy though. Baggy pants with equally as many pockets fading from blue into purple into red. The jacket is a dark green. Sparkly golden dance slippers.

Dogma [1/10]:

Big sun hats. Very tight leather pants that end just below his crotch area and then restart at the knee. The pants have two parts basically. The two parts are not connected. See-through sneakers. Frilly white shirts that some 18th century vampire would wear. Tie with little loth cats on it. All of this in combination btw.

Fox [10/10]:

I can do this in one sentence, look up "dark academia outfit men" on Pinterest and you get Fox's style.

Mayday [0/10]:

His isn't even an outfit, it's just a bunch of fabrics he bought just like that in the market and somehow wrapped himself in them. There's no shirt, pants, jacket or anything like that, they're just pieces of fabric wrapped around his body like towels. One of them he wears as a scarf. On a good day he looks like some type of monk. On a bad day he just looks like a mess.

Howzer [3/10]:

You know that outfit Sportacus wears in LazyTown? That's his style. He wears things looking similar to that.

[stuffnthangsss]

Gravity Falls x Percy Jackson: GF Characters as Demigods Pt. 4

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 5

Soos as a kid of Hephaestus (kinda changes canon tho but hey another Hispanic Hephaestus kid alongside Leo).

Soos is a handyman and Hephaestus was considered the god of artisans aka craftsmen and carpenters.

Hephaestus was also described to have a lack of social skills which we can see Soos have throughout the show especially in the “Soos and the real girl” episode! I think Soos and his personalities match quite a bit minus Hephaestus’ resentfulness since we don’t rly see Soos hold a grudge. Some also describe Hephaestus as friendly and peaceful which are some of Soos’ greatest qualities.

Wendy as a maiden/hunter of Artemis!

I couldn’t think of any other demigod possibility beside maybe Demeter?? But I was talking to my friend about her being an Artemis kid and they said that “Robbie would be her turning point definitely 😭” so credits to them for that!! And they also that they thought Wendy’d be like Thalia and against becoming a hunter for a while (hence her becoming a maiden at 15 rather than 12).

I also searched it up and not only is Artemis the god of archery/hunting, she also had to do with the wilderness and FORESTS which works for Wendy! Being of a lumberjack family.

EDIT: I wrote these posts before watching weirdmaggedeon and now after watching s2ep18, I noticed Wendy literally using a crossbow lol so yay Artemis Wendy.

In PJO at least, Artemis has authority over wolves and I found this image of Wendy in a wolf shirt lol.

Onto to some more minor characters…

Robbie as a kid of Hecate (necromancy/magic) maybe?? Due to that time he tried to mind control Wendy into being with him LMAO

Or hades ?? Since his parents are funeral home directors/morticians. And his emo-ness fits with Hades and is kinda like Nico lol.

Oh actually maybe Thanatos!! Bc idk if Robbie would be a kid of the big 3. Thanks to my friend again who mentioned him as the god of death itself as I forgot who Thanatos was lmao

EDIT: finished s2 and found out about the whole Zodiac thing which Robbie *is* a part of sooo Hades Robbie is more plausible I suppose!

Or maybe even Apollo? He’s seen w a guitar often and has a band. But im more torn between Hecate and Thanatos.

I think ppl would first think of Pacifica as a Aphrodite kid but I raise you Hermes! Pacifica.

Hermes was the god of wealth and luck (and also associated with business) which goes well with Pacifica’s rich upbringing

Also similar to what I said about Stan in the previous post and Hermes kids (Luke), Pacifica started off as a misunderstood character

Hermes is also the patron of athletics and we know Pacifica is at the very least, good, at mini golf

I like Pacifica as Hermes but can’t properly express why 😭😭. She’s wealthy and lucky obv but she’s also misunderstood as conceitful? I also think she could be really playful and fun if her parents weren’t overbearing. So this is mostly headcanon LMAO

From my friend: “her parents conceit is real but hers is to protect herself” ; “she’s shown she likes to let go and all but yeah, her parents suck”

I said how “she’d def be thought of as a possible traitor in that book where there was the traitor subplot” & “she prolly would be connected to Luke… and the fact that they’re both blonde”

Please share ur thoughts!! <3

[greenlitess]

Crash Course.

pairing: johnny suh x reader

genre: fluff

tags: rich!johnny, spoiled!johnny

warnings: n/a

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: johnny isn’t really interested in golf like his father is-- at least, until you show up attempting to do your job and have him completely enraptured.

“Come on, Johnny, at least try to look a little more excited about the most intricate sport invented. It’s not gonna kill you— you might even end up liking it once you get the hang of it!”

Johnny offered a heavy sigh, shaking his head lightly with a chuckle that says everything but actual humor. He had been avoiding this … getting together for weeks, but his luck had ran out when his excuses did, and the next thing he knew, his dad had rented a cart at his favorite course. Apparently, he was a ‘regular’ and ‘everyone loved him’. Johnny is sure it’s not so much as genuine care so much as love for the amount of cash that he forked over, but he wasn’t about to tell his dad that when he also forked cash over to him.

“Mmm. You know.. golf isn’t really my speed, Dad.”

“Psh, you said that about basketball too. And rugby. And you excelled in both. You’re getting older too, so who’s to say you don’t need a sport like this.” His dad easily retorts(he supposed that where he got it from), patting the cart seat. Johnny takes a slow, reluctant seat after adjusting his linen shirt and making sure all of the important bits were properly inside the seat. He has to laugh a bit at his dad, because of course he had a point– he’d denounced both sports, despite how bored he was, and multiple trophies later… well, that spoke for itself. He hadn’t really played either seriously since college, but even quick pick-up games showed how much of an athlete he could be.

He didn’t consider golf athletic in the slightest– just another sport to show off how rich people spent their time– aka, his father. But it had been a while since they had spent quality time together, and the weight of being in his father's shoes sooner than later is heavy on his shoulders.

He wasn’t necessarily rich– yet. But he would be. And while he may not have the… want to play a sport like golf, the least he could was learn for the future. Nothing mattered but networking, anyway– and golf was one of the best ways to do it, according to the old man.

Somewhere between being deep in thought they had arrived at the first hole, and Johnny braced himself for the lectures he was about to hear as he stood up a bit straighter. Luckily, the weather is perfect; the sun shining with a slight overcast that slowly warms up the skin without being blistering. He did like good weather– maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And truthfully, it really wasn’t. His dad was a good teacher, even if he was a bit wordy about it all. It was all in the wrists he loved to reiterate, over and over again, and while his first few hits had been definitely dead ducks, it wasn’t long before he was getting the hang of it, the movement of repeatedly swinging the club starting to become muscle memory as quickly as anything remotely requiring movement on his end did. Soon, balls that were moving only a few were moving several, and when his first ball floated, er, somewhere(he was blinded by the sun), he couldn't help the genuineness that appeared on his face as his dad patted his back.

Soon, he’s as loose as they come. They’re almost done with their path for the day, and he can… confidently be proven wrong with the enjoyment of spending time with his dad.

“How about a drink break, yeah?” His dad is calling out as he walks to their cart, and Johnny offers a soft nod as another cart, this time adorning a young woman( the only woman he had even seen outside, actually, which was mind boggling, frankly, but whatever), comes to a slow rolling stop.

You step off the cart with ease, the tennis skirt you adorn still perfectly white as always, perfectly paired with a pair of pearly white socks and shoes, and the baby blue collared tucked in as if you were a professional in this sort of thing.

Johnny tries not to stare as he picks the golf ball from the hole he had just managed to land, but it’s hard when the light seems to radiate from behind you like an angel. He’s confused for a few reasons; why someone so beautiful had managed to land themselves here in this moment… and even more confused when his father starts to make his way towards you as if you’re old friends.

In a way perhaps you were, though you wouldn’t call it that. He was a regular, just as regular as you were being a cart girl on a Thursday afternoon, so your paths crossed often.

Lucky him.

Your voice rings clear as you greet Mr. Suh, offering a bright smile that Johnny would swear is brighter than the sun, and several are pieced together at once. He walks up as if his legs are no longer really in his own control. Mr. Suh speaks of course, as Johnny offers a soft nod your way, to which you return.

“Oh, yes. This is my son, Johnny. Finally was able to drag him from his job to join the old man in the greatest sport in the world!”

Johnny sticks his hand out, but his eyes don’t leave yours, and somehow there is something oddly striking about them. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen eyes like that… well, ever.

Introductions are short, and sweet. He repeats your name as if he wants it to linger on his lips a little bit longer than necessary, and the smile he gives you has you quickly turning to your cart so you can get their order. “Nice to meet you… uh, the usual for you, Mr. Suh?” You peek into your cooler to see what you had, making sure it available, and he offers a nod as he places a club back into the bag of his own cart.

“You got it, and whatever my son wants. We haven't got much more, but it’s still early.”

You offer a soft chuckle a bit, and that moment Johnny’s father offers a boisterous laugh as he glances over, clearly seeing someone he recognizes. He’s already walking over as soon as the drink leaves your hand, and there’s a soft shaking of your head that’s good natured.

“I can assure you, he’s always that way.” Johnny’s voice is deep, and rich, with a natural rumble that has you turning to him in a bit of surprise, but it’s still light-hearted.

“Like father and son, perhaps?” You tease with a tilt of your head.Both of his eyebrows raise and he lets out a bit of a surprised sound between laughter and a gasp. You had caught him off guard with your response, which was a feat in itself, and he leans against the cart to get his own bearings.

“In some ways, sure. Not in all.”

“Ah, of course.” You say with a nod, and his brow raises again as he waits for you to elaborate-- but you don’t, only taking a sip of your own water, the sun warming your skin. Of course, you didn’t feel the need to. He was the son of one of the richest men you had ever come into contact with at the course, which can be both a good and bad thing.

More bad than good.

Most of these people had way more money than they knew what to do with, and the more money they had, the less manners they seemed to obtain. Mr. Suh wasn’t quite like that– you’d take five of him over some of the others on even his worst days.

And clearly the good genes ran in the family. Johnny was both striking and seemingly remarkable down the earth, as if you could run into him on the streets and he could be modeling some fancy brand.

You come down from your thoughts to look back at him, only to find him nearly gazing at you, eyes almost narrowed in thought and you have to fight to keep your face neutral. “You never told me what you wanted to drink.”

“I’m not picky. Can you surprise me?”

The ask has you blinking a bit. Usually, the drink requested is down to a science, even to the amount of ice cubes, but Johnny doesn’t seem to even waver, and you swear you see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes– or perhaps the sun reflecting just perfectly to see dark brown.

“Hmm. Alright.”

It’s simple enough to make a rum and coke, and he watches with a smirk as you expertly mix up the classic drink, placing three ice cubes exactly before you’re handing it to him and he takes it with a hand that just barely brushes yours.

It’s softer than you expect.

“It’s good.” He nods after a generous sip, and you find yourself looking away since your cheeks suddenly feel hot, but his question makes you focus again: “So.. is this what you do? You just… serve drinks?”

“Pretty much. Gotta make sure the patrons are comfortable.” You reply with a soft sigh, deciding to take a seat. They were your last stop before heading back anyway… and you’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy Johnny’s presence.

The feeling was mutual, and he leans against the cart with intense brown eyes and a gaze you know he knows exactly how to use. “I wasn’t interested in coming here, before.” He suddenly finds himself confessing.

“Hmm? And what changed?” You find yourself asking, looking back up at him, only to see full lips slowly curling up to an almost lopsided, but one-hundred percent devious smile, to which you roll your eyes, looking at the skyline to hide the one threatening on your own lips.

“Mmm. I don’t fraternize with patrons.” You respond— it’s not a lie, and it was technically a rule as well. You couldn’t mix pleasure and play with your work, and even… as attractive as Johnny Suh was, you weren’t willing to jeopardize your job for a pretty man— those came a dime a dozen at the course— along with pretty shiny wedding rings, free dinners and vows to ‘keep things between them.’

Johnny looks wounded, but there’s a twinkle in his eye that you can’t help but laugh at, head tilting back at all as he looks at you with almost a fond wonder. You were beautiful. And he wasn’t willing to give up that easily.

“I’m not exactly a patron, though.”

“Mmm, but your father is.” You retort, making him blow air out of his nose as he glances over to see his father still fraternizing. No matter— gave him more of a chance to change your mind.

“Is that me?” He responds, tilting his head with a rise of a brow that makes you quirk your own. You were sure, with those looks, with his charm, he was used to getting his way. Not that you particularly blamed him— if you looked like that you’d also use it to your advantage. “I’m not my father.”

“Ah, that’s what they all say, Mr. Suh.”

“Call me Johnny. I’m not my father, seriously.” He repeats then, softer, and while the smile is still at the edge of his lips, there’s a hint of seriousness to his words that have you pausing, before you allow yourself to slowly nod.

“… I believe you.” You murmur. And at the very least, a part of you did. Or perhaps you wanted to. So many of the kids were just clones of their  parents. While Mr. Suh was one of the nicer patrons, who’s to say that Johnny wasn’t a spitting image in more ways than one?

Johnny stares then, the sun hitting your eyes just right to highlight the gold flecks in them, and for a moment he grows lost as you seem to think it over. Perhaps it’s the liquid courage he’s barely had half a glass of, but something prompts him to at least try. You miss one-percent of the shots you never take, and while it’s a phrase commonly used by his father... It seems fitting at this moment. “… let me take you to dinner. I’ll show you.”

There it is. The request after work, to which has your cheeks flushing hot and there’s a sigh leaving your lips. “I just told you, I don’t fraternize with patrons.”

“What about friends?”

“We’re not friends. Y-“

“Yet.”

His confidence has you pausing as he interrupts you, to which a chuckle escapes your full lips as you shake your head. Of course there was nothing that said you couldn’t hang with friends… but Johnny seemed convinced. “You know nothing about me.”

“… yet.” Johnny continues, and there’s that perfect smile on his lips again you swear could cause a car accident. “…. I want to, though. When do you work?”

“Johnny, I cannot tell you my schedule.”

This time he laughs, a melodic way, calming and familiar, and there’s another eye roll that leaves you, but at least it’s more playful this time.

It seems his father has poor timing, finally done hanging with an old college buddy to start making his way back over… and you move to sit properly to head off, but Johnny clearly has other plans.“You didn’t answer me.” He murmurs, that grin ever so present.

“And I won’t. You think I’ll just give it to you?” You respond with a quirk of your brow, and his tongue finds his cheek. His eyes sparkle with a proposal of a challenge, and you can see before you realize what’s happening. Johnny’s father comes up seemingly five pounds lighter and a pep in his step. He mumbles something as he retrieves a different club from his own cart.

“What did you kids get up to?” He finally asks, dark eyes darting back between you and his son in curiosity. You open your mouth to start, but Johnny gets to it first.

“I was just… telling our lovely cart attendant how much I loved the sport and was planning to come back tomorrow. Maybe even more often.” He says, almost casually, but as he gives you a brief gaze, you can see the way his eyes sparkle.

You’d say you didn’t have a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying.

[lafbranding]

Examples of Perceived Prestige Impacting Consumer Enjoyment (and willingness to spend)

Similar effects as those discovered in the North Dakota wine study can be seen across a range of brands and product categories. When thinking about other categories where a large portion of consumer enjoyment is based on perception rather than actual quality, the examples that came to mind were coffee, designer clothing, and high-end sporting goods. Coffee is very similar to wine in the sense that I think most people would be unable to distinguish an $8 Blue Bottle coffee from a $4 Starbucks coffee, yet plenty of people are still willing to pay for the premium version for the perceived quality. There are certainly some confounding factors at play, such as the aesthetic of the coffee shop, the service, etc. but my guess is that most people would genuinely believe a coffee served in a Blue Bottle cup is superior to the exact same coffee served in a Starbucks cup. Similarly, the price of designer clothing is often heavily based on the label or the brand name rather than the actual product, such as two somewhat indistinguishable white t-shirts, but one costs $20 while the other costs $100. Interestingly, I wonder if there would be some negative companion effects with designer clothing, where if a consumer has one or two pieces of designer clothing, it might make them enjoy their other clothes less if they don’t hold the same perceived quality or prestige.

Luxury sporting equipment is interesting because a premium offering can impact a consumer’s perceived enjoyment and their perceived ability. For example, with expensive golf clubs or skis, many consumers are convinced that if they just spend a few extra hundred dollars to get the newest equipment, then their abilities will dramatically improve. Obviously that’s often not the case, but just having the equipment can make people feel like they’re actually performing better. Similar to the wine, this could also lead to some companion effects, where if the physical equipment makes the athletes happier, then it may increase their overall enjoyment of the sport as well as the time they are willing to invest in it and the money they are willing to spend on complementary goods.

Regarding the Concha Y Toro case, I struggled to think of brands that have successfully recrafted their story or moved themselves upmarket or downmarket. The best I could come up with was athleisure brands like Lululemon, who somewhat shifted the entire product category of athleisure from a relatively low price point to a much higher price point. Interestingly, a lot of these companies are subtle with their branding (i.e., small, discreet logos on clothing), yet they still carry a certain level of prestige that allows them to charge 2-3x for an athletic t-shirt vs. what something like Uniqlo might charge (see attached photos).

[misiwrites]

Mayblade Day 9

[previous: chapter 1 & 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8]

CHAPTER 9 prompt: ice cream characters: hiromi, emily, ayaka, kai pairings: kai/hiromi

“You have a secret admirer!” Emily immediately deduced.

Hiromi let out a dry laugh. “Me? No. I’m more likely to have a secret nemesis, honestly.”

“What, are you saying it’s an invitation to a duel?” Ayaka asked. “Like the Three Musketeers or something.”

Well, that too was unlikely. But one thought had occurred to Hiromi by now. “I may have insulted some Shell Killers the other day… and called Hiwatari Kai a clown.”

It was Emily and Ayaka’s turn to snort with laughter.

“So one of them wants revenge now? What will they do, insult you on a minigolf course?” Ayaka turned the envelope over in her hand. “And weird choice of paper.”

“Sorry,” Hiromi told Emily and crossed a leg over another, “I know you like Kai, but I do think he’s kind of a clown.”

“Eh, I don’t like him.” Emily shook her head and took a bite of her lunch sandwich, perhaps with a dash of defiance.

“What? You told me you thought he’s cool!”

“I still think this is from an admirer,” Ayaka said and shoved the letter at Hiromi. “The glittery paper and all. It’s just some guy who’s got no idea how to ask a person out.”

“Or some girl,” Emily said pointedly.

Hiromi looked at the chicken scratch note again. Gods, she hoped it wasn’t from a real secret admirer. There had never been anyone even remotely interested in her – how could there be one now? “Nonsense,” she muttered and put the envelope away. At this rate, she’d lose her appetite.

She didn’t, however, regret telling her friends about the note. Sharing with others made things feel a whole lot more exciting, and if anything were to go wrong and she really had gotten herself in trouble with the Shell Killers, the girls would know where to come and help her out. Ayaka, whose big brother was one of the gang members, would undoubtedly know how to handle them.

Hiromi wasn’t prepared for the kind of trouble she ended up finding herself in by going to the park at twelve o’clock sharp on Saturday.

By the time she arrived, there wasn’t anyone behind the booth next to the minigolf track entrance. The booth had tickets, handed out golf gear to the players, and sold ice cream. It was a nice brand, a local one. A bit expensive but usually worth it, better quality than cheaper stuff in other kiosks in the park.

Hiromi stood there, waiting. She’d decided to give it fifteen minutes; if nobody arrived, she’d know it had been nothing but a prank, or maybe an attempt to intimidate her. A very poor one, but it had succeeded in her wasting her time if nothing else.

While waiting, she did some subtle people watching. There were lots in the park that day, it was sunny and mellow out again, a bit windy but not too much, just enough for the trees to rustle comfortably with the breeze. Saturdays were perfect picnic days and the park was full of families, children running and screaming and laughing all over the place.

Then she noticed Hiwatari Kai within the crowd again. She didn’t think much of it, at first. He obviously lived close by and it was a good day for getting out with the dog. Not that she saw the dog anywhere. And he wasn’t wearing the sporty outfit this time; he was more casually dressed in a hoodie and a t-shirt. By the time she’d been studying him long enough to make these observations, she realized he hadn’t blended back into the crowd yet.

In fact, he was heading towards her.

She stood stiff as a popsicle, stared at him with gradually growing dread. Oh, no you don’t. What was he doing? He wasn’t actually coming her way, right? Right?

But he was. Hands buried in jean pockets, Kai came right over to her.

“Hey,” he said.

She gaped at him like a goldfish.

“Hi?” she finally replied, cocking her head to the side.

They stood staring at each other for a hot minute, silent in the middle of the park full of noise.

“Did – did you put that note in my locker?” Hiromi mustered the words out, squinting at him. She was still clinging to the paper-thin hope that, just maybe, he’d say he had no idea what she was talking about. That he’d just walked past and decided to say hi for some unrelated reason.

Unfortunately, he nodded.

She felt a scream building. “Why?”

In Kai’s defense, he was surprisingly relaxed despite the perceived awkwardness of the situation. He was obviously a guy whose self-confidence didn’t waver, or at least he didn’t let it show; his gaze remained steady as he calmly regarded her with his red irises. (They must have been contacts. Or were they? Hiromi had met several people with golden eyes at school already, she wasn’t surprised by anything at this point.)

“You were right about the Shell Killers,” he said. “It’s nothing but a circus.”

Hiromi felt like choking on her tongue. “Y-You heard of that?”

“I was there. I followed those three because I knew they’d be up to some dumb shit. I left the Shell Killers.”

He left? “But – you are their leader.”

“Not anymore.” Kai looked up, glanced at the booth they were stationed next to. “Wanna get ice cream?”

What a casual drop of a bombshell. Hiromi unclenched the fists she hadn’t even realized she’d clenched at some point, her palms clammy with sweat. “Um… sure.”

Hence, they got the expensive minigolf ice cream. Hiromi picked chocolate, Kai lavender. Then they started walking, slowly, down the park boulevard.

“So,” Hiromi said after a considerable lull between them, “is this a date? I haven’t consented to a date, you know. The note only told me to come here.”

Kai shrugged. “Would you have come if the note said it’s a date?”

“Uh.” No, she wouldn’t. “Maybe, if the note had said who it’s from. That’s kind of the point of sending someone a message. I almost didn’t come today, I thought it might be someone wanting to kidnap me or something.”

“And would you have come if it were signed by the biggest clown in the circus?”

At first, Hiromi felt her cheeks grow hot with fluster. Then she burst out laughing.

“You’re so right!” she said after drawing lungfuls of air, “I wouldn’t have!”

In the end, it wasn’t half bad an afternoon – and a date, or whatever this was. Not that Hiromi had ever been on a date before, as this was the first time she'd been asked on one (and it only narrowly qualified as being asked out in the first place), but she figured this couldn’t be one of the worst ones out there in the universe. They took a relaxed stroll across the park; he wasn’t forcing himself on her in any way, let her do most of the talking (which there wasn’t much of; the only worthwhile thing she learned about him over the course of the stroll was that his dog was named Hana and she was six years old), and she found his company surprisingly inoffensive. Not that it was anything to write home about, either, but still. If she’d been asked before, she would have said that a date with Hiwatari Kai would have been a nightmarish hell scenario.

But then, Hiromi had also thought that a date with the most popular bad boy from school ought to have been something a bit more exciting. That she should have been swooning the moment she realized he’d incidentally asked her out – any girl in Bey High would have, right? Alas, she was mostly amused by him.

She kept thinking back to this observation many times after. Much later to that same day, she lay in bed staring at the shadows creeping along the ceiling and thought about Kai. She closed her eyes and pictured his face, his trained arms, all of his features against the darkness of her shut eyelids, and examined how she felt about him…

and came to the conclusion that nope, there wasn’t a single inch in her interested in him. He was alright looking, maybe even a bit handsome, but her heart didn’t take a single hurried step in either direction no matter how much she brooded over a date with the popular boy. The discovery was both a relief and a disappointment; lately, she had finally begun to feel herself less strange, less different from everyone else at school. She’d thought, just maybe, she could become one of the girls at the center of all the fun and interesting action… and the fact that she didn’t care for Hiwatari Kai like everyone else did seemed like a significant setback in this equation.

It would probably be better going forward not telling anyone about the date. She’d lie to Emily and Ayaka that nobody came to the park. She didn’t crave the attention brought by everyone learning about the date in the least.

But, at the end of the day, as she pulled the blanket all the way up to her chin in bed and curled her toes in contentment, she did feel flattered to have caught a boy’s attention. Hiwatari Kai had found her interesting enough to bother asking her out, even if he’d conducted it in his strange offhand manner. For the first time, she felt herself just a little special.

…Then she had to remind herself that the boy in question was a gang leader – or a former one, if he really had left them like he’d said. Nevertheless, he must have done all sorts of despicable things as the boss of the Shell Killers up until now. But – when Hiromi thought back to the Kai she’d met today, it was near impossible to make a connection between a relentless gang boss and the unassuming guy talking about his dog, lavender ice cream in hand.

[icouldbeyourprettygirl]

March TC Challenge

Doing another one of these because I reallyyyy want to talk about him <3

Here's the original post

If you could change one thing about your tc, physical or personality wise, what would it be?

The fact that he's married-

No, I'm kidding. Uhhhhh I'm really not sure

2. Are they "your type", or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

He's definitely my type, both physically and personality wise. He has dark hair and eyes, which is something I'm attracted to in most men for whatever reason, and he's incredibly smart, goofy, and kind, which I like as well.

3. If they were an ice cream flavor, what would they be?

Not me sitting here trying to remember what kind he likes-

For whatever reason, mint chocolate chip is giving me the same vibes he does (and no, it's not my favorite flavor)

4. Imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your tc. What would you guys do?

*insert "oh my goodness I love this question!!!!" here*

If it was platonic, I'd do whatever he'd want to do. (I'm assuming his wife and children are out of town or something in this scenario) We could literally sit at his house and listen to music without speaking and I'd be perfectly content. He'd probably end up telling me stories or teaching me something, and I'd eat it up with a fork and knife. He could take me sailing, make me watch all the Star Wars movies, or lay on the couch and take a nap, and I'd be happy.

If it was romantic, hooooooo boy. I'd want to go on a romantic get away, maybe rent a cabin in the mountains or a house by the beach. Somewhere far enough away that neither one of us would run into anyone we know (so we could act like a couple). I'm personally not the biggest beach lover, but for him, I'd sit on the sand all day (he LOVES the beach). We could go out to dinner, go to cute shops if we're in a small town, and drive around just enjoying each other's company. Is it obvious that my love language is quality time? I'd want to dance with him and stay up late doing stupid shit and run around on the beach at night like we're in a movie.

5. What's their biggest talent?

I'm not 100% sure, he's talented at a lot of things. But right now, I think it's being a father.

6. Be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?

Okay I'm a little bit biased here, but I really think so. We have so much in common, sometimes I feel like I'm looking at the older male version of myself. I'd love to be his girlfriend and have him teach me everything he knows about the world.

7. If they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?

I don't know. I feel like he might already know, and if he does, he hasn't said anything about it. He says some things that maybe hint at it, but never anything outright.

8. Are they a good singer?

I've only ever heard him sing nursery rhymes, but I'd say his voice is fine. I'm definitely not someone who should be critiquing another person's singing voice lol

9. If you could choose an outfit that your tc had to wear every single day, what would it look like?

Black dress pants, a white button up shirt (with the sleeves rolled up, iykyk), a black blazer, a heavy wrist watch, and black wingtips.

10. Are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? What about you?

He's a nice mix of all three. As previously mentioned, he's incredibly intelligent, but he's also really creative and good at artistic things. He played golf and another sport I can't remember, and the way he talks about it, it sounds like he was pretty good.

I'm 90% academic and 10% athletic. I grew up playing sports, but always hated them. I was told I was athletic but never really cared lol.

11. Do they inspire you as a person?

Yes. I hope that if/when I become a mom, I'm even just half as good at parenting as he is.

12. Are they an early riser or a night owl?

He's a night owl forced to be an early riser

13. Have you ever made each other angry or upset? If so, how did you reconcile?

Not that I know of

14. Do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or subconsciously?

No

15. What do you think their love language is? What's yours?

I think his is probably either acts of service or quality time. My main one is quality time but it's physical touch only when I'm *super* comfortable with someone.

16. Have they taught you anything that isn't school related? Valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc?

Mmm some of the "life lessons" he's subconsciously taught me are probably questionable things to teach a teenager (cheating on his homework while he was in school, things to do with law enforcement, etc) but he's also taught me some good ones. He told me the other day that I do too much work and stress myself out. I kinda already knew that, but it was nice to hear. Without ever uttering these words, he's shown/told me that life gets better. He and I have a lot of the same mental health issues, and to see him with a full time job, being a parent, and still having fun in life makes me feel a little better about my future.

17. What would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

Ooohh this is a tough one. I think when it comes to most people, I try to justify their actions with "compassion" or "logic". Like if someone screamed at me, I might just think that I either did something super wrong, they were having an off day, they took their feelings out on me, etc. So for the majority of things I could think of that he would do, I'd approach it what that thought process. But if I heard him saying something bad about women, or saying something discriminatory, that would do it for me. He never would, but if he did, my feelings would probably be gone instantly.

18. Are they introverted or extroverted? What about you?

We're both introverts :)

19. Who's more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

Him, 100%. It's happened a lot 😅

20. Do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc?

So guilty. Nothing's happened, but I still feel like a home wrecker

21. Are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

Yeah, tbh. I love the way he talks to me, and it would break my heart if I saw him doing the same to someone else.

22. What kind of hairstyle would you like to see them in?

A grown out version of what he has now. He always gets it cut so short, I think he'd look great if it grew to be around his ears (his hair is curly and I KNOW it would be so cute and fluffy if it got long)

23. Do you think they trust you?

He's explicitly told me several times that he does ♡ The first time, it was a heartfelt speech and I almost cried fklshdfkjhsdf

24. What's the most comedic moment that's occurred between you two?

I'm not sure there's been just one. We laugh a lot and he always makes jokes with me.

25. Have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

Written about them, yes. I mean, hello. But I can't draw for shit so

26. How do you feel when you're around them? Are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

It's a little bit of both. Sometimes I forget to listen to what he's saying because I'm too busy admiring him. Other times I'm so self conscious of how I look in the moment to listen. But most of the time, I'm just so happy he's around and that I get to spend a little bit of my day with him ☺️

27. Do you guys have any inside jokes?

The fact that I told him he was a ladies' man once and maybe something one of us said casually but I can't think of them right now

28. Do their morals, principles, or political views align with yours?

Political views, yes. He surprises me with how "woke" he is sometimes. Mostly yes for morals and principles. He's told me some things he's done that I personally wouldn't do, but they're really small, so

29. Have you ever tried to get over them?

Once a week I decide I'm going to get over him and it only lasts for a few hours

30. If someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your tc?

That's kind of a hard question. I want to say yes, but I've never been in a relationship and don't think I'm really ready for one. Crushing on S is safe. I do genuinely like him, and if he wasn't married and made a move on me, there's a chance I'd act on it. But if a guy my age came along and we both had feelings for each other, I think I'd probably panic. I like having a crush, and I like the idea of people, but the reality just makes me too nervous.

31. Have you ever said or done something that, in hindsight, might have been hurtful to them? Have they ever done the same to you?

I mentioned it on the inside joke question, but I called him a ladies' man once. At the time, he laughed it off and I thought it was no big deal. A few weeks later, he started a story with "Don't slut shame me but-" and I was super confused. I asked him why in the world he'd think I'd do that, and he said "Oh, you know, that thing you said". He played it off as a joke, but I think it might have actually hurt his feelings. I feel so bad about it.

As for me, he's done quite a few things that have been hurtful. When we first met, he made my life more difficult. Not on purpose, but he saw the consequences of his actions and kept doing what he was doing. He's said some things that have made me feel stupid, and like he thinks of me as a kid, which hurts. I know that none of these things have been intentional, but it still affected me a little bit.

[pinkacademic]

Mature PA Fashion Archetype: The Editor

Considering some of my inspiration was 13 going on 30, I don't know if this is "Mature" but we vibe!

The Editor, inspired by The Devil Wears Prada, Ugly Betty, and 13 Going On 30. Of course, this is inspired by the fashion girly dreams of “the Chanel boots” like either Andy Sachs of Luke Skywalker, to your preference. But the fashion world is evolving to include new names, and the fashion girlies online are thrift-flipping queens. My goal is to balance both. You know this one is long because I actully remembered the Keep Reading for once:

Thrifty Girly

Slipdresses, camisoles, sleepwear as daywear- I’m not breaking new ground by pointing this one out, but the silky, sexy styling of a nightgown can range from Kate Bush- who has had a resurgence since last year- to Andy Sachs. If you were a stan of Ashley AKA bestdressed a few years ago, then you’ll know how cute these are.

Contrast. Combine garments regrdless of the gender that its intended for, wear princessy, fluffy skirts with a harness and combat boots, and clash your patterns against each other. The way to go is my making something about the outfit uniform to keep it cohesive, typically a colour-scheme.

Flipping- thrift-flips involve a bit of craftiness- take that plain t-shirt for 50p and some fabric markers, embroidery thread, patches, etc. Take a dress you like in at the waist, crop a men’s blazer etc. The key is finding what you like and perfecting it to your taste.

Emulating Designers

An article by JD Institute of Fashion Technlogy called the following the Top 10 Fashion Designers of All Time, so I picked 5 examples from that list! These aren’t necesarily my favourites, they were just a reference point.

Coco Chanel: to me, a Chanel look is black and white, potentially with a vibrant, candy-coloured pastel here or there, but I always think of black and white. Details include pearls, especially pearl buttons, a quilted bag, perhaps a bow, and the interlocking Cs.

Calvin Klein: I think of Back to the Future before I think of anything else, and I’m not a £50 t-shirt person… BUT, to emmulate Calvin Klein, you’ll need good quality denim, and a crisp, clean, probabaly white t-shirt. The style is very much basics, so to make it stand out without the branding, you’ll need them to be good-quality and well-fitting.

Donatella Versace: The New Arrivals section on the website is covered in slashes- all along the sides on some garments, across the chest in others- or deep cowls- like, to the navel. Cut-out details can be emmulated as modestly as a simple cold-shoulder, or go all the way. A deep V can go as high or as low as you like. I’m seeing mostly black, with some purple and bright pink.

Ralph Lauren: I think of a very preppy, classic, menswear look when I think of Ralph Lauren. This is what you wear to play golf on a superyacht, or whatever it is that rich people do… strong-coloured linen shirts, navy and white, and I’m seeing so many stong-contrasting stripes. I’m also seeing a lot of leather braided belts, which might not be the first thing you think of, but it adds to the nautical vibes.

Christian Dior: Dior invented the New Look, so you know that’s where I’m going on. That original outfit consisted of a long black skirt to the mid-calf and a white blazer that tapered in at the waist. You need that fifties dream skirt to really go classic, and I think to this day the deliver dresses that emphasise an hourglass shape.

[my-wayward-son]

Trans truths #5

It’s often the clothes that count most for validation and passing.

This tip, though primarily a clothing, touches on many other subjects. Feel free to send an ask if you’d like more information on something. I do intend to circle back around with some other posts addressing the other stuff. The idea with these posts is to give you info in small bites.

So— A major thing that comes along with starting T is… sweat. Your face, your back, and anywhere skin touches skin (or when skin touches a medical device, such as a feeding tube, insulin patch, prosthetic silicone sleeve, etc.).

When purchasing a new wardrobe, focusing on light fabrics, wick-away materials, and affordable quality goods is the way to go.

Here are my shopping secrets:

Cotton t-shirts—you will need a ton of them, even if your closet is already stocked. Changing shirts multiple times a day is not only ok, but also beneficial to keeping your body bacteria/acne free. I know I’m a little high-brow when it comes to labels, but I put my trust in Abercrombie and it’s brother-brand Hollister. Quality is great, most basic T-shirts are 100% cotton, and there are numerous basic fits (crew, v-neck, henley…) to suit your preferences. The basics frequently appear in the clearance section at about half price from the new collection, so they’re often surprisingly affordable. You can order up to 10 of the same item at a time, so if you find your wonder-fit, you can stock up.

Shorts and sweats— I recommend wearing shorts as often as possible. If they’re not your thing, consider at least wearing them at home for the sake of comfort. Old Navy’s Breathe On collection is my go-to for shorts and athletic pants. The athletic pants fall like Addidas new material trousers (the ones with the side stripes). The shorts are a 9” inseam (I think, based on how they fall on me), set with an elastic waist with a drawstring, and made of the softest blend of new materials I have ever felt in my life. Seriously, their quality rivals LuluLemon and other high end brands. Not only is the fabric soft as a cloud, but it’s incredibly thin, and still extremely opaque. A couple caveats: These are definitely athletic style. The price and color availability varies wildly depending on the season (up to $30 regular price and as low as under $10 when on sale). Be careful to purchase from the adult men’s section; the children’s section also has Breathe On items, but they are extremely poor quality. No idea why.

Hoodies— The best I’ve found is the Alternative Eco Zip Lightweight Hoodie, which is available on Amazon at this link: Alternative Men's Eco Zip Lightweight Hoodie https://a.co/d/dUCmpwt . They vary in price from $40 to under $20, depending on the size and color availability, but these hoodies are absolute life savers. They’re a cotton and new material blend that is both super soft and very thin, making them a go-to for fall and spring weather. They’re so light and comfy that they can be worn in hot weather too, for buildings with extreme air conditioning and situations with a lot of sunlight exposure (they’re not UPF, but opaque enough to keep you covered).

Socks— I’m a stickler about quality and fit, so I turn to Bombas for all my sock needs. They are a bit pricey and rarely on sale, but they’re also very charitable— one pair bought is one pair donated to folks lacking clothing resources. They have about a million styles and fits, but the athletic styles (running, golfing, sports, etc.) are quite thin and sweat-absorbing, regardless of the material blend. Bombas socks do live up to their reputation as the “perfect sock.” They don’t slip down your foot with wear, the arch support is amazing, and they last forever (seriously, I’ve have a few pairs I bought six years ago that are still in circulation.).

Underwear— As all the internet buzz claims, MeUndies does make quality and fun products. Now, you do have to start a subscription in order to make them affordable, but once you’ve been on for ~ 7 months, you’ll have plenty ( just mind how long you compile laundry and you’ll be fine). The undies are super soft (new material blend), and the color and pattern choices are extremely amusing. If this is the first time you’re wearing men’s underwear, I recommend going with briefs (boxers are a little tough to wrangle with jeans and such, and boxer briefs can lead to an unfortunate cameltoe if you’re not wearing something underneath (however, if you have incontinence issues or use a catheter, the boxer briefs are great for holding everything in place). Additionally, briefs with an open fly make packing more comfortable (definitely more on that in a different tip post).

Pajamas— I highly recommend 100% cotton poplin pajama pants and shorts. The Gap makes great quality products, and they’re frequently on sale due to seasonal releases. For shorts, browse the men’s boxer section (just to be clear, I recommend wearing these as pajama bottoms, not actually as underwear.) They refresh the prints regularly, so more often than not, you can find some in the clearance section. The pants fall loosely with a straight leg cut, so no need to worry about curves (especially if you just wear them at home). They also have an elastic waist and a drawstring. The boxers also have an elastic waist. The one downside is that the pants and shorts can get super wrinkly in the wash, so you may want to fluff them after they’ve been in the washer and before they go in the dryer.

If there are any more clothing tips you’d like, feel free to drop an ask.

[store4golfers]

Finding the Right Golf Clothes for Women.

Even though men's clothing is still the norm, women who want to play golf have many stylish options. Female golfers often wear polo shirts on the course. These are soft and stylish, with many opportunities for customization.

Long and short pants are both classic pieces of traditional golf attire. Unlike women, men are expected to wear long pants made of cotton or polyester when playing golf.

Golf skirts or long pants are the standard attire for female players. However, if you are professional golfer seeking golf clothing, here are some tips from the pros for purchasing online womens golf clothes for sale. Let's get down to business and not waste any more of your time.

Women's Golf Clothing

Clothes for women golfers come in a wide range of styles and price points. Some golf courses and clubs consider mock necks and neutral-coloured athletic tops acceptable for female golfers. Avoid wearing a t-shirt or a tube top, though.

Golf skirts are widely considered to be the most flattering and practical choice for women golfers because they come in a wide variety of sizes and cuts.

Women golfers can play in shorts when the weather is warm. However, they should keep in mind that Bermuda shorts are typically worn to mid-thigh. Women are free to wear workout pants on the golf course.

However, women are not allowed to wear jeans on golf courses because doing so may cause discomfort when attempting to stretch the body for a clear shot.

Material of Clothes

• Reliable and Elastic:

Whether you're buying golf clothes for yourself or your daughter, picking a fabric that feels good is essential. Clothing for women golfers should be breathable and elastic. It's also crucial that the material be sturdy yet flexible. Accessories explicitly aimed at women golfers are available from some brands.

A high-quality piece of clothing will be a lady golfer's best ally. Golf attire for women should also be loose and easy to move in.

• Attractive and functional:

Golf attire for women should be both functional and fashionable. Clothing for women should be comfortable and allow for unrestricted movement. Make sure you take your body measurements into account before you go shopping. To play golf comfortably, women need specialized clothing. Excellent clothing will allow your skin to breathe and be both stretchy and comfortable.

• Fit and Comfortable:

Also, it needs to be a good fit so that you can move around freely without discomfort. She will likely be annoyed by the lack of a snug fit. Don't worry if she shows up to the course in a dress.

Comfort should be a top priority when selecting golf attire for women. Whether worn while playing or spectating, women's golf attire should be fashionable and functional.

• Materials that allow airflow:

Further, it needs to be within the range of reasonable cost. Some women's golf apparel is made of lightweight, wicking fabrics that keep golfers dry. And they need to be cosy enough to wear for hours on end out there. Aside from providing adequate protection, they should be relaxing to wear.

Discover the best women's golf clothing online

Searching for a place to online womens golf clothes for sale? Women's golf clothing online in India is abundant, with options ranging from one-of-a-kind handicrafts to vintage finds in need of a new home.

Online sellers offer a wide variety of women's golf apparel, so you can find something that meets your needs and tastes. Put in some specifics about what you're looking for, and use the filter to zero in on the product that meets your needs.

[anewgolfusa]

How To Treat Your Golf Clothing To Extend Their Lifetime?

On the course, performance and style depend much on the golf clothing. Excellent Women's Golf Clothing is meant to be comfortable, flexible, and provide environmental protection as well. Good care guarantees that these clothes stay strong and appealing for next season. Here's how to extend the life of golf apparel.

Know the Fabric

Specialized textiles including polyester blends, moisture-wicking materials, and spandex abound in golf clothing. Every one of these calls for particular treatment. For instance:

Wash moisture-wicking fabrics in cold water to preserve their ability to repel sweat. Steer clear of intense heat during drying.

Stretchable materials, especially spandex, should be preserved elasticity with mild detergents. Steer clear of fabric softeners, which could break down the fibers.

Pre-shrink cotton-blend clothing in cool water then use low heat to dry.

Ensuring the right washing and drying technique depends on reading the care label on every clothing.

Clean After Each Use

On a round, golfers come into contact with sunscreen, dirt, and sweat. After every usage, washing them helps stop stains and odor accumulation.

Spot-treat grass, sweat stains, or sunscreen before you wash. Either a mild stain remover or a combination of water and baking soda will help.

Use cold water; hot water can shrink garments fibers and weaken them.

Use gentle detergents meant for Designer Golf Clothing for Men to preserve fragile materials. Save bleach for white clothing only and clearly marked as bleach-safe.

Steer clear of washing overload

Small loads of washing golf clothing helps to minimize friction between the fabrics, so preventing pilling or ripping. For delicate things like shirts and gloves, if at all feasible use a mesh laundry bag.

Advice for Drying

Too much heat can distort or shrink the synthetic materials used in golf clothes. Other than tumble drying:

To keep garments in their shape, air dry them either hung on a padded hanger or laid flat on a spotless surface.

If you use a dryer, choose a low-heat level and remove clothing while somewhat damp to finish air-drying.

Correct Conservation

Like washing and drying golf clothing, proper storage of them is also vital.

Polo shirts and knitwear should be folded to avoid stretching or hange marks.

Invest in robust, padded hangers for pants and jackets.

Steer clear of chemicals and extreme conditions.

Although they can make clothes seem soft, fabric softeners coat fibers, therefore impairing moisture-wicking ability.

Before donning golf clothing, let sunscreen dry on the skin since it stains materials.

Steer clear of golf clothing if you use a spa or golf pool since chlorine may discolor and weaken materials.

Consistent Maintenance

Even with regular washing, occasional maintenance guarantees golf clothing stays in best shape.

Shave any pilling on shirts or pants using a fabric shaver.

Snip or re-sewed any loose threads to stop more unraveling.

To remove any last smells and brighten white clothing, soak them in a water and white vinegar mixture.

Conclusion

At last, selecting top-notch golf clothing from reputable manufacturers guarantees longer-lasting performance and superior fabric durability. Although these objects might be more expensive at first, their better quality pays off with correct care.

Taking care of golf clothing guarantees comfort and utility during every round, so extending their lifetime. Following fabric care recommendations, using appropriate washing and storage techniques, and handling specialty items carefully will help golf clothing endure for years, saving money and preserving a polished appearance on the course.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Ladies Golf Gear: Essentials for Performance and Style

Introduction:

Golf has been the sport of skill, strategy, and etiquette for a long time. Traditionally, this is one male-dominated sport, but of late women have not only taken to this sport but are also making their dent with skill and panache. This swing in the interest of women has raised demand for high-quality, performance-oriented, and stylish ladies' golf gear. From clubs designed for the ladies' needs to apparel for comfort and functionality, ladies' golf gear today comes in an impressive array of options. This guide should take a closer look at everything you need to know about ladies' golf gear, from ladies' golf clubs and on-course clothing to shoes and other accessories designed specifically for women. Whether you're a true beginner or a very experienced player, investing in the right gear will go a long way in making a huge difference in your game.

Key Components of Ladies Golf Gear

Women's Golf Clubs

Driver: Generally, ladies' drivers are made a bit lighter and with a higher loft so they can hit longer distances without needing to use so much energy.

Irons and Wedges: Ladies' irons are often fitted with a graphite shaft and of a slightly reduced length so it allows giving more swing control.

Putter: Most putters are made with smaller grips and lengths for better handling and control.

Hybrids: They are favorite for lady golfers, for they can offer versatility the same way as long irons but are fairly much easier to maneuver.

Ladies Golf Bags

Cart Bags: These are heavier and a perfect choice for those golfers who intend to use a golf cart. Cart bags may be availed with voluminous storage and easy access to equipment.

Stand Bags: Stand bags are both light weight and portable, with a feature that makes them favorable to golfers who enjoy walking the course.

Carry Bags: Super lightweight for those players who carry only the bare essentials, they have few pockets for ease of handling.

Ladies' Golf Clothing

Polo Shirts and Sleeveless Tops: Designed for comfort in breathable materials like polyester or cotton blends for fabulous stretch and cool factor.

Golf Skorts and Shorts: The comfort of shorts with the appeal of a skirt in skorts has made them hot favorites amongst golfing women. Shorts and capris are great for hot weather.

Outerwear: Windbreakers, waterproof jackets, and layering pieces provide added comfort on colder months or rainy days. Headwear: Hats and visors are vital for protection from the sun to

keep you in focus for the game.

Women's Golf Shoes

Spiked vs. Spikeless: Spiked shoes assure much better grip on wet or hilly areas, while spikeless shoes will be comfortable and versatile on flatter courses.

Breathability/Waterproofing: A waterproof option would be a decent choice to keep your feet dry during dewy mornings or in rainy conditions.

Arch Support/Cushioning: Proper support is highly imperative in avoiding any signs of fatigue, particularly when you are most likely to walk the course.

The Essentials On-Course Accessories

Golf Gloves: In order to maintain proper grip and avoid any blister formations, women's gloves come in multiple sizes that will fit your hand just right.

Rangefinders: Devices used to measure distances to pins, rangefinders prove quite helpful to establish the accuracy of your shots.

Golf Tees and Balls: Women's golfing balls are usually softer to allow for more spin and control.

Towels and Ball Markers: The towels will keep your clubs clean while the ball markers will help you mark your spot on the green. Umbrella: A good quality golf umbrella will keep you dry from those quick showers.

How to Pick the Ideal Ladies Golf Equipment: Things to Consider

Budget

This will define your quality and quantity of gear that you can purchase. It is better to splurge on high-quality essentials like clubs and shoes and economize on the other less-than-necessary things that can be replaced afterward.

Skill Level

This may mean the beginner devoting more attention to the main tools of the trade, while the intermediate and advanced player seeks special tools that help fine tune certain parts of their game. For each of these three levels of player, there is a set by the likes of both TaylorMade and Callaway.

Personal Comfort

Comfort should be a priority in your gear selection. Break in shoes to ensure adequate support, and check your clubs for just the right grip. Your apparel should permit freedom of movement; breathable fabrics are best, especially for summer rounds.

Course Conditions

If you play lots of hilly or wet courses, then spiked shoes will help provide traction. Waterproofed apparel and bags can help in rainy conditions; in warm, flat courses lighter, breathable clothing and spikeless shoes work nicely.

Style Preferences

To many women golfers, fashionably designed and stylish gear helps to reflect their personalities. Many golf apparel brands realize this and offer designs that integrate style with functionality. Look for items that can make you feel confident on the course.

Brands that Shine in Ladies Golf Gear

A few brands rise to the top in the ladies golf gear market, combining quality and performance with style. Here is a brief summary of some of the notable names:

TaylorMade: Renowned for high-performance clubs and innovation, TaylorMade's women's line includes clubs designed with lighter materials for optimal speed and distance.

Callaway: Popular for forgiving clubs and reliable balls, this brand works well for beginning and intermediate players.

Nike and Adidas: These companies are the leading golf apparel brands providing moisture-wicking clothing, comfortable shoes, and stylish outerwear designed just for women.

FootJoy: This is a well-recognized name in footwear for golfers. FootJoy has spiked and spikeless options with exceptional arch support and comfortable cushioning.

Ping: Ping offers complete sets tailored to women, along with lightweight and durable golf bags that boast ample storage for all accessories.

Women's Golf Equipment FAQs

What should I look for when purchasing lady's golf clubs?

Selection is based on material, length, and weight. Women's clubs are lighter and shorter; the shafts are also more flexible to accommodate the slow swinging speed. A full set of hybrids and putters would be better for beginners because both can lighten the burden of learning.

Are there certain clothing brands that actually address the needs for women's golf apparel?

Yes, several brands are into women's golf attire. These include Nike, Adidas, Callaway, and Puma. These companies have made clothes to provide comfort, flexibility, and style. Most of them contain high-performance fabrics for efficient sweat removal and to keep you cool. Many options provide freedom of movement.

How often should I replace my golf gear, particularly clubs and shoes?

Gear replacement does depend on usage and wear. Most golf clubs will generally last about 3-5 years, but drivers and putters will very well probably outlive the set. Shoes should be changed every 1-2 years, especially if one plays a lot. Always check all your gear for wear and tear, since performance could be affected when using worn-out gear.

What type of golf balls does one recommend for ladies to improve their performance?

They tend to be softer so it allows for more control and greater distances. Titleist, Callaway, and Bridgestone are a few that make women's golf balls designed for slower swing speeds, thus providing even better performance and accuracy.

Is there gear available to enhance my game?

But several accessories will help you take your game to the next level, such as rangefinders for accurately determining distances, gloves for a firmer yet sure grip, and putting mats for training. Even the tiniest accessories like ball markers and divot tools come in pretty handy and also keep your good etiquette going.

Conclusion

It means both comfort and good performance on the course are dependent on the right choice of ladies' equipment in golf. High-quality clubs, durable golf bags, stylish apparel, and supporting footwear are but a few of the choices to be made to meet the needs of women at all skill levels. Remember, along with personal style, one should choose equipment related to the skill level and course conditions. The truth is, quality equipment can make all the difference in the game and will probably heighten your enjoyment of each game. This guide should take a closer look at everything you need to know about ladies' golf gear, from ladies' golf clubs and on-course clothing to shoes and other accessories designed specifically for women.

When you have the right equipment to your name, you will be all so different in stepping onto that green. Be it beating the score, just for enjoyment, or simply hanging out with friends, well-suited gear makes all the difference. So find your equipment match, and let your confidence shine on the course!