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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.

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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. 

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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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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.

[spideyhexx]

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

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 8

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit! :D WC: 4233

Chapter Index

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The day where Kristoff was taking her out had finally arrived. 

Every day for the last week and a half, Kristoff called her in the evening so that they could talk.  Even though it kept Anna up a little later than she usually went to bed with her early diner hours, it was absolutely worth it.

As soon as she got off work, she set about getting ready.  Anna had no idea what he had in store.  She was just beyond thrilled just to be spending some quality time with Kristoff that didn’t involve the saloon or people trying to pick fights and cause trouble.  He’d asked if she liked sport type things, and she said that she didn’t mind them at all, so maybe it was something along those lines.  There was a little baseball stadium for the WCBL in the bigger town over, perhaps he was taking her to a game. 

She was so excited that she was ready to go hours before he was set to pick her up.  The afternoon dragged on until there was a knock at her door.  Anna held back the squeal of delight that he was finally there.

She opened the door, and he gave her the most joyful smile she’d ever seen, and he bent down and kissed her.

Anna had no idea what it was to swoon.  She’d read about it.  Seen it in movies.  But to experience it for herself, it was surreal.  Just like his fantastic kiss; opening his mouth slightly, teasing her gently with his tongue, pushing the front of his body against hers as he pulled her tight against him… Anna truly thought for a moment that her knees were going to unhinge, until he pulled his face away from hers. 

And he smelled delicious; Old Spice mixed with clean linen. 

“I could hardly wait for the work day to be over.”  He grinned, like he had no idea what he’d just done to her.

Anna let out a shaky breath.  “Me either,” she agreed, and shut the door and locked it then followed him up to the street where his truck was parked, wondering if ‘in due time’ meant that it was too soon to ask him to take her to bed when their first date was over.

He was wearing his boots, jeans and belt buckle as she’d seen him in before, and a crisp white t-shirt that hugged all the right definitions of his torso.  And he’d left his cowboy hat at home.  In its place a trucker cap sat backwards on his head.  A sultry vision, walking towards his truck.  The thought of jumping his bones right then and there did cross her mind again.

He opened the passenger door of his truck and Anna hopped inside.  She watched him through the windshield as he walked around to his door, smile still plastered on his face.  He got in and they started driving away from town.

They talked as he drove the country roads, getting to know each other even better.  And while she enjoyed it very much, her eyes kept scanning the profile of his body sitting in across her on the bench seat.  The long legs, the way his biceps flexed with every turn of the wheel, that tight shirt stretched across his pecs.  Anna had never wanted to have someone this badly before.  It left her feeling a little sheepish, like her lust was clouding her judgement a little.

Soon they came to a building that kind of looked like a really large barn, with a whole bunch of outside areas that appeared to be children’s playgrounds and a few other attractions.  As they pulled in, Anna could see that the building was a market.

“Hope you like mini golf,” he said as he parked.  “Then we can hit the market after and grab a bite?”

Anna grinned at him.  “I love mini golf!  I haven’t played in years.”

She hadn’t.  Her ex only liked real golf, and Anna was strongly encouraged to learn it.  Then every time they played left Anna feeling frustrated and her ex expressing his disappointment.  In retrospect, that should have been a bigger clue to her that he wasn’t good for her.

They walked into the gift shop to pay for the mini golf.  The cashier gave Kristoff the total and he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet.  Somehow even that movement looked sensual to Anna.  She reached into her purse to help pay.

Kristoff noticed out of the corner of his eye and he turned to her, getting his face close to hers with the side of his mouth slightly turned up.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Anna,” he said quietly, his eyes looking intently into hers.  “I am a little old fashioned about things like this.  I won’t ever expect you to pay on our dates.”

He turned away before Anna could answer and her hand fell away from her purse.  Her cheeks, and another certain part of her, started to heat uncontrollably.  Gentlemanly, chivalrous, undeniably sexy… what the hell did she ever do to find herself actually dating a man like him. 

He was handed two putters and they were each told to pick a colour of ball.  Anna chose purple and Kristoff went with blue.  Then they walked across to the course and started playing.

Anna was having so much fun, time ceased to exist.  And Kristoff was a surprisingly bad mini golfer.  Either that, or he was letting her win.  By that much however, made her think he just didn’t get a chance to mini golf very much.  Not that he was upset.  That beautiful smile remained on his gorgeous face as they played and joked around.

Afterward they walked around the market.  Anna found some scrumptious looking cookies she wanted to try and just as she was about to reach into her purse, Kristoff handed over some cash to the cashier.  He smirked, and gave her a sideways glance as he did so that told her ‘I meant what I said’.   He did the same thing for the handmade candle she wanted from the next booth, even though she actually had her wallet in her hand that time.  He just floated up with cash before she could get out her card.

With the shopping around finished, they went to the food court and decided to share a wood fired pizza from one of the vendors.  Paired with some craft beers, it was delicious, even if Anna found the beer a little bitter.   She was just so happy to be on a date with him, when he suggested she could get something else to drink, she shrugged it off and said she’d gladly have what he was having. 

It was still early evening when they left the market and Kristoff asked if she wanted to grab a drink at the saloon or one of the Pubs in town.  Anna picked the saloon since she was familiar with it, and he drove them there while he chatted about the various situations that he’d found themselves in in that place over the years.

Being a weeknight, the place wasn’t too lively.  The music was at a volume for easy conversation, and while there were still a lot of patrons, there were plenty of open tables. 

“Want to stand, or sit?” Kristoff asked as they walked through to the other side, away from the jukebox. 

“Either is fine for me.  What do you prefer?”

“Mind if we stand?  I get a little back sore if I sit in those chairs too long.”

“No problem, we can definitely stand.”

They picked a high table in the corner away from most of the other groups and ordered some drinks when a waitress came around.  After she left, Anna excused herself to the washroom.

When she was washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and smiled.   She’d never been on a date so fun, and Kristoff was such an amazing man.  The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to be with him.

Two ladies walked in mid-conversation as Anna finished washing her hands.

“…. didn’t need to be so rude.”

“Right?  Like calm down, you can reject someone without being an asshole.”

“It’s a crying shame too, he is really hot.”

“I know!  I’m such a sucker for blond dudes.”

“Ugh, and he’s so big, isn’t he?  Whoever catches his eye is one lucky lady.”

The women went into stalls laughing about something else as Anna dried her hands, knowing exactly who they were talking about.  And as a confirmation, there was a woman standing with Kristoff at the table when she walked back to it.

Anna watched it play out in real time, the side of his nose coming up and giving her a curt answer, the woman turning away with a look of disgust and brushing past Anna, telling her not to ‘waste her time with that one.’

He looked over at her as she approached the table and his face held that animosity for a split second before he realized it was her, and it melted away into a bright smile.  

Their drinks were on the table and he picked up his beer.  “Cheers.”

Anna hefted her own glass and clinked it against his.  “Cheers.”

They each had a sip and set their glasses down, smiling at each other, and Anna took a moment to glance around the bar.  Any table with women had their eyes on him or was glancing in his direction… and hers.  Some looked jealous, giving Anna an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach, like she was amused and bothered by it at the same time.

“So… I take it you get hit on a lot?”

His shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh.  “Like moths to a flame.”

Anna’s curiosity got the better of her.  “How does a man who gets hit on so much, not have lots of dates?  You told me once you haven’t been out with too many women.”

He looked away from her to the other side of the bar towards the empty stage.  “It gets tirin’, being approached only because of the way I look.”

Anna thought back to her own thoughts about how attractive he was.  It was her eye-fucking him in the first place that seemed to start this spark between them.  “I hope you don’t think that’s what I did.”

His focus came back to her in an instant, his eyes wide and a touch panicky, pretty much telling her all she needed to know.  “No, not at all!  That night, Anna, when Boone and his cronies rushed me outside, I came to the bar looking for you.”

“You did?”

He nodded eagerly.  “I was planning on asking you out.  And well, as you know that night kind of went off the rails.  In the end, I still got the outcome I was hopin’ for.”  He smiled at her.  “I mean, that way you were lookin’ at me definitely boosted my confidence that you would say yes, but I had already pretty much decided I was going to ask you out, even if I hadn’t admitted it to myself until you looked at me.”

Anna giggled.  “You know, I was hoping you were single and might ask me out from the very first time you were at the diner.”

His eyebrows went up.  “Really?”

She nodded.  “Well, I know a lot of cowboys don’t wear wedding rings, I still assumed you were taken.”

“Not then.  I sure am now though.”

Heat blossomed in her cheeks.  “Let’s finish this drink and go back to my place.”

His eyes scanned hers a moment.  “Alright then,” he said slowly.

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As soon as she had the door shut behind them, she pushed herself against his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up to kiss him.  It took a half a second, like he wasn’t sure what she wanted, then he reciprocated and Anna’s toes curled with the sheer pleasure of it all. 

His tongue glanced across hers, sliding into her mouth, and Anna tasted him back, heart hammering away in her chest to finally be able to know what it was like to be intimate with him.  He held her tight, his hands caressing her back as his kisses deepened. 

Then he stopped.

Anna was left chasing her lips after his as he pulled away and gently lifted her arms from around his neck.

Kristoff smiled as he spoke.  “Anna, I’m not that kind of man.  I don’t take that gift so lightly.  Or so quickly.”

He said that with all seriousness while still looking like the happiest man in the world.  Anna knew it right then and there; this was absolutely the man that she was going to fall in love with.  Hell, maybe she was already most of the way there.  Which made it all the more frustrating that he was being a true gentleman.

“When then?” she whined.

He laughed, the sound rich and satisfying, deepening the ache she felt between her legs.  Truly, she’d never had that part of her throb so much in anticipation.  It was almost as if she simply sat down the right way, she’d come.

“Anna, I feel it too,” he said, then looked down at himself. 

Anna’s eyes followed and widened at the shape pressing against the fabric of his jeans.  She groaned with frustration and turned around and took a few steps away.  That was all she wanted right now, and he wasn’t going to give it to her.  

She turned back to him.  “What do I have to do to beat that gentlemanly attitude out of you?” she pouted, crossing her arms across her chest. 

His head tiled to the side, a smirk playing out onto his lips.  “You really want it that bad, huh?”

Anna nodded eagerly.  “Yes, Kristoff.  Fuck, yes.  I’m on fire.  You have no idea what this feels like.”

His voice was low and deeply intimate.  “I have an idea,” he said, running a hand slowly over the shape in the front of his jeans.

Anna pinched her bottom lip in her teeth watching that movement.  “I mean it,” she said, eyes slowly going to his.  “I’ve never felt the need for someone like this before.   I need you.  Like now.”

His head dipped down and he looked at her through his eyelashes. “Right now?”

She grinned and nodded quickly, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.  That look on his face, the pure sexuality of it, Anna felt shaky with anticipation.  And yet he didn’t move.  His eyes betrayed a touch of concern.

Anna walked back up to him as he stood still, tracking her movements.  She stopped in front of him and looked up into his face.  She was going to speak, when his mouth opened.

“I knew you were going to have your way with me someday,” he whispered.

She smiled.  “That’s today, Cowboy.”

He nodded once and then bent down to kiss her and it was about ten times more forcefully than before, leaving Anna moaning euphorically into his mouth.  He gave her a deep back-of-the-throat groan in response as soon as Anna started tugging on his shirt.  He broke from her lips only long enough for her to tear it off of him.

Anna had never been kissed so passionately or fondled in such an arousing way.  His hands worked at the buttons of her blouse, his long and thick fingers deftly plucking them apart until he could slide the shirt off her shoulders.

He pulled back from her lips and looked down at her, his pupils large with desire.  Staring into her eyes, he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then pulled it slowly off her.  He glanced down for a quick moment before kissing her again, his hands sliding up her bare back, making her quiver.

Needing so much more, Anna impatiently dropped her hands from his shoulders and started tugging at his jeans.  Thing was, she hadn’t yet figured out how the buckle stayed on the belt, and trying to pry it free wasn’t working.

He laughed against her lips then pulled his face away from hers.  Both of them looking down, he showed Anna how to take it off.  Her mind so clouded by the intimacy happening between them, she’d been trying the wrong end of the buckle.  He slipped the entire belt off his jeans, tossed it aside, and kissed her again.  Apparently, he still wanted her to take off his pants, so she did.

When they were pooled at his ankles, Anna broke from his lips again and looked down, the shape of his manhood much more defined against his boxer briefs.  She grabbed his hand and dragged him to her bedroom, then turned to face him.  Slowly, feeling his eyes on her the entire time, Anna freed him of his underwear.  She figured he was big, but she hadn’t expected him to be that big.  And thick.  Jesus.

Still looking down at him, wondering some logistics about how this was going to work, he hooked his finger under her chin and brought her face gently back up to look at him.  He was smiling, lopsided, his eyes hooded and staring at her lips.  Then he kissed her again, a little slower than before, while he took his time removing her jeans and underwear with warm handed caresses that made her practically melt.

Once she was fully naked like he was, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, then leaned over on one arm.  Anna shifted to accommodate him, knees falling apart as he moved between her legs.  Hovering over her, he pressed his pelvis to hers and made a movement with his hips so that his cock pushed up through her labia, gliding across her clit.

Anna gasped.   It sent a shockwave of pleasure through her for how much that part of her was throbbing.  Even though she wanted him inside of her more than anything, she was about to ask him to do it again, when he did just that, and Anna gasped once more.

“Oh… that…” Words stopped as he did it again and again, sliding his manhood across her sensitive clit.  The tightening in her abdomen quickly gave way to the sensation of ecstasy.

“Oh… I’m…”  she breathed.  Then she was there, her center pulsing and rolling in wave after wave.  Her legs came together, squeezing against him, and she let out a strangled moan.  Curling up, she writhed against Kristoff’s chest, drowning in pleasure. 

It was wonderful and deeply gratifying and over too soon.  She had no fear however that was going to be it for her.  She was still about to experience Kristoff, after all.  Her eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from her body and looked down at her.  His expression was soft, dare Anna say loving, and he bent down and kissed her gently for a moment, like he was waiting for permission.

“I want you now, Kristoff,” she said against his mouth. 

His cock, still resting between her legs, moved and gently pressed against her entrance while he continued to kiss her softly.  Anna let her knees fall back to the bed, waiting, then ever so slowly, he pushed into her.  She had to take her mouth away from his at the sensation, letting out a shaky exhale of air and arching her back on the bed.

His generous size felt like nothing she had ever experienced before.   She was wetter than wet, and yet it still felt a little tight, only in a way that was all pleasure and no pain.  In other words, she was definitely going to come again.

Wanting more, Anna lifted up her legs and hooked her ankles around his waist as he rocked into her, kissing her neck, her collarbone, she gasped softly with every one of his strokes.  Only it still wasn’t enough.  If this was Kristoff letting Anna have her way with him, she was going to have her way with him. 

“Wait,” she panted, and he immediately slid out of her and pulled up his head to look at her in question.

Anna pushed his chest away from her.  “I want to be on top.”

He obediently shifted off of her and moved to the side of the bed, waiting as Anna sat up and moved so that he could lay down.  He did so, after his eyes scanned her naked form in a way that made Anna blush. As soon as he was on his back, she crawled over him.

It was intense the way he was looking up at her, and Anna took her time sliding herself down onto him.

“Fuck…” he whispered, his gaze falling from her eyes to where they were joined.  His large palms slid up the sides of her thighs and settled on her hips, his fingers curling around to grab her ass as she moved against him.

The angle, the way she tilted forward so that her clit would rub against him with every movement, was exactly what she needed.  Anna put her palms on either side of his head on the pillow and did what she wanted with his body while he caressed her everywhere, giving her soft moans of pleasure.

And then that feeling came up on her again and she wondered if he was close too.  “Oh…” she moaned desperately, letting him know.  His hands moved back to her hips and tightened around them, gripping her and moving her more forcefully, matching her rhythm.

Then her mind went blank again as she collapsed on his chest and rode it out.

She slowed her breathing, laying on him with her eyes closed and her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her face pointed away from his.  After her body was fully calm again, she realized he was still rock hard within her.

Anna pushed herself up and looked down at him.  “I’m getting tired here.”

His face broke out into a smile and he started to laugh, the feeling of his body moving under – and in – her, delightful.  “What can I say?  I’m not a two-pump chump.”

“I’ll say,” Anna said through a tired chuckle.  “Although you are starting to give me a bit of a complex.”

His eyes went wide and serious.  “No, Anna, it’s not that.  I’ve always had good stamina.  I mean, in my experience it usually takes longer for a woman to… you know… and… well… to be fair… you seem to be able to get there amazingly quickly.  Honestly, it’s a first for me.”

That made her smile.  “If the man I’m with knows what he’s doing, and you certainly do, yes, I can.”

He smiled back, relieved.  “Trust me, I’m not going to last too much longer…”  His mouth worked like he had more to say, only nothing came out as his expression became thoughtful.  He pulled his lips closed and then let an exhale out of his nose.  “This is by far the most incredible moment of my life,” he said quietly.

Anna’s stomach started doing flips, and she leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Why don’t you have your way with me now then?”

He shook his head.  “I’d rather just watch you come undone again and I’ll join you.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

*****

Despite how tired he was, he couldn’t sleep.  Anna had rolled away from him some time ago, sleeping on her stomach with her bare back to him and the covers bunched at her waist.  He stared at the ceiling in thought.

He knew that taking that intimate step with Anna was going to make him different, and dammed if it didn’t.  It was a feeling that nothing in his life was ever going to be the same.   Not necessarily in a bad way… more like in a very unknown way.  While he’d never been in love before, nowhere near it, he concluded that the feeling must be love.  And with that came fear.

What if it didn’t work out between them?  What if this was some flash in the pan, some incredible sex before things fizzled out and died.  What if he was the one left broken in the end.  Could he handle that?

Anna rolled over again, her hair a mess, and her hand slapped lightly against his chest and came to rest there as she settled back into sleep.   He smiled.  She was a restless sleeper.  Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Sven had said he worried about him and Dixie too when they were getting to know each other better.  Maybe this was that, just jitters, because Anna had done nothing to make him think that she wasn’t as into him as he was into her.  Even though things in the past had never worked out for him, the connection between him and Anna was undeniable, and he had to remember that.

He put the unease from his mind and pictured instead Anna in his cabin, living with him and loving life with him.  Soon, he found the sleep he desperately needed.

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[bethesuit]

The Timeless Allure of the Old Money Aesthetic

The old money aesthetic is more than just a fashion trend—it’s a lifestyle rooted in history, refinement, and understated elegance. With its origins in generational wealth, Ivy League traditions, and classic aristocratic sensibilities, the old money aesthetic represents a timeless appeal that has captivated individuals for decades. Its core lies in valuing quality over quantity, sophistication over showiness, and tradition over fleeting trends.

What Defines the Old Money Aesthetic?

At its heart, the old money aesthetic revolves around simplicity, elegance, and timelessness. Unlike modern fashion trends that come and go, this aesthetic prioritizes enduring styles that remain relevant year after year. The clothing, accessories, and even the overall lifestyle exude an air of confidence, wealth, and culture—without being overtly flashy.

This aesthetic typically features tailored clothing, neutral color palettes, high-quality fabrics, and classic silhouettes. It’s about wearing pieces that look effortless but are meticulously curated, demonstrating an appreciation for craftsmanship and tradition. A navy blazer, beige chinos, an Oxford shirt, and polished leather loafers are examples of staples that define the old money style for men.

The Origins of the Old Money Aesthetic

The old money aesthetic is deeply tied to the lifestyles of families with inherited wealth, such as those from established European aristocracies or influential American dynasties. These individuals didn’t need to prove their wealth through flashy or ostentatious displays; instead, they valued quiet luxury and understated elegance.

In the United States, the aesthetic found its roots in the Ivy League colleges of the early 20th century. Students from affluent families often dressed in a style now referred to as “preppy,” characterized by tailored suits, button-down shirts, and polished footwear. Over time, these Ivy League traditions expanded into the broader old money aesthetic we know today, emphasizing restrained fashion choices that reflect good taste and sophistication.

Key Elements of Old Money Style

Timeless Clothing: The wardrobe prioritizes tailored pieces like blazers, trench coats, cashmere sweaters, and Oxford shirts. Materials such as wool, tweed, and cotton are favored for their quality and durability.

Neutral Color Palette: Classic tones such as beige, navy, white, gray, and black dominate, conveying sophistication without being loud.

Accessories: The look is complemented with subtle accessories like pearl necklaces, leather loafers, silk scarves, and vintage watches. Quality takes precedence over quantity.

Minimalist Lifestyle: The aesthetic extends beyond fashion to the way one lives—classic home décor, understated vehicles, and hobbies such as golf, sailing, or horseback riding are common.

Why Is It So Popular Today?

In the 21st century, the old money aesthetic has gained new relevance, particularly among younger generations yearning for timeless elegance and sophistication. It’s seen as an antidote to the fast-paced, disposable nature of modern fashion trends. The old money aesthetic resonates with those who value tradition, quality, and an effortless approach to style.

Ultimately, the old money aesthetic is about more than just appearances—it’s a celebration of a refined lifestyle built on values of elegance, heritage, and quiet confidence. By embracing this aesthetic, individuals can channel a timeless sense of sophistication that never goes out of style.

[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.

[enrapture]

Good morning 💜

First of all, sorry if i forgot any questions you posted before but when i saw them i was partially asleep and i saved them but when i came back you deleted them unfortunately, any way i'm open to answer any additional question.

I'm yousef, 23 and half😂

I love black, reading books, photography and nature

My fav movies are ( i want to eat your Pencrias -anime- / a silent voice -anime-/ Avengers end game/Tom Hanks movies/ Shawshank redumpition/ the pursuit of happiness/ leon the professional )

I like in series ( lupin/SEE/House of cards /pb/pp/friends) there is more but those i remember now

Actors scarlet Johanson, Tom Hanks, and each actor on my fav movies

Fav games (COD/LOL/and any war game)

If we go out for a date what it would be like, in my point of view i think it would be more like a picnic than a date we can go to the woods or carnaval or mini golf-i'm suck at it😂-but i like to make activities to make the moment remarkable, i believe that if i share my time with another person no matter what we do it depends on the person not the place.

P.S

Any thing above is just what i remembered while i'm typing this ask.

And i'm open to explore new game, movies, place, learn new thing together and everything else, but depend on who am i share.

And i'm kind of person that i respect any relation with everyone and i know that friendship is not easy and i accept it, i accept that i have to make time for my friend, have to make him/her feel safe and love and i love doing this, when it comes to relations, i'm here to care about you if you are a friend of me :)

Last thing, if you want a wbsite to buy shirts from try amazon, Ali express, H&M or you can search on google, what type of shirts do you need and google will help you.

Have a nice day🌺

Woah this is a lot lmao. Yeah I ended up deleting the post because I thought it was stupid.

I was looking for skirts/dresses not shirts haha amazon is good for certain things not all - esp not clothing….their qualities suck. Imo. I need to fix up my wishlist /on another app speaking of.

[canadiannationalfox]

Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Captain Morgan, Crown Royal, and Bacardi - A James Elliott fanfic

tw// mentions alcohol consumption, opioids mention, and arthritis

James had left Tessa for the day at his Mum's house. He knew his 3 year old was in good hands with her Nana Thera, so he was happy about that, however, there was a nattering in the back of his mind that made him slightly uneasy. The fellow who was now 27 was having a lot more backpain than usual, and yet he was fit as a fiddle, save for his tendency to drink liquor, which had increased when he started feeling said increased backpain.

The usually top-hatted fellow, didn't wear his hat today, he was less recognizable from his portraits at the JC Jensen head offices in his tailored jeans, powder blue dress shirt, and royal blue sweater vest. He looked just as ordinary as any well off fellow who probably just came back from reading books at a children's library as a publicity stunt, as he was sitting in the doctor's office.

"Elliott J.E. the doctor will see you now," a nurse at the desk eventually called out, catching the attention of James who was looking over some vacation photos on his phone from when him, Louisa, Tessa, and his Mum Thera had gone to Bali during Christmas.

James walked into his family's practitioner's office and waited silently for the second generation doctor to see him.

A bespectacled fellow walked in a little while later, jovial and in his early 40s, the name tag on his white coat read "Dr. W. R. Kenaston."

"Ay, Billy!" James greeted happily, holding his hand out as he shook hands with the doctor who was the son of his childhood doctor.

Dr. Kenaston shook James' hand happily and said with a joyful chortle, "Did you blow your back out golfing again? Jeez, you should really have gone golfing with me!"

"'Fraid not, Will, busted my back doing a summersault to entertain Tessa," James said with a laugh before his tone got more serious, "And it seems to still be hurting, a week later, after you had ordered those tests."

"Ah yes, I remember now, you came in here walking bent over like an Allen-key" the fellow James called 'Billy' responded before looking at the notes. The glasses almost fell of the Irish-looking fellow's face. "James.... you might want to sit down for this.."

James joked as he put his hands on his hips, "What? Do I have Lupus or something?"

The red-headed doctor apologized with a sheepish laugh, "You have early onset incurable inflammation in your spine's sacroiliac joints, or in layman's terms, you have inoperable spinal arthritis."

James had to take a moment to replay what the doctor had said before he sighed in relief and remarked, "Oh thank goodness, Arthritis! I thought when you said inoperable that it was going to be followed by something else."

"James, as your doctor practitioner and your golf buddy, I need to tell you this IS bad," Billy Kenaston insisted as he tapped his clipboard with a pen, "You're raising a daughter who is physically active, and you're going to have to sit out on the sidelines likely for most of her life."

Mr Elliott scoffed and responded curiously, "Couldn't you put me on opioids like you did with my father?"

"James Elliott Senior, your father, wasn't living a quality of life that would work with how YOU live. And even Tramadol is a highly addictive habit forming pain killer, you DON'T want it taking over your life when you have a daughter and wife to be there for." Dr Kenaston the second sighed and looked worriedly to James and responded, "The best I can do is put you on hospital grade tylenols, but even those will be restricted."

"I don't understand, I'm 27! I'm at my prime! I'm at a healthy weight, and I can lift nearly 75 kilograms without significant struggle," James insisted, his tone caught in-between worry and anger, "I don't understand how this could be."

"James... it's hereditary, you're just going to have to learn to live with it and respect your body's boundaries, and stick with the prescriptions I can provide to you, alright?"

James said nothing, he wanted to demand that there'd be something else that could be done. He wanted to say that his golf-buddy was just 'some dumb quack', but he knew that deep down, Billy was right. James had seen his late father struggle with an opioid addiction and arthritis, heck, he was seeing his mother NOW struggle with sewing without a sewing machine because her hands were getting sore from arthritis. "I understand..." he yielded quietly.

James got home, his somber mood was so strong that he didn't even call up from the front vestibule for Louisa.

The woman, also clad in an outfit with a blue sweater-vest, came down from her husband's study where she had been handling all of James' work and emails for the day. "Dear, are you alright?" Louisa worriedly asked as she saw her usually cheerful husband's down-trodden expression. She gently took ahold of his hands and looked into his grey eyes with her turquoise ones.

"She'll 'right luv, my back's just a little bad," James reassured gently, yet his expression remained lost and hopeless.

James' surprisingly understanding wife kissed his right cheek and held him close. "Louisa, luv... I..."

Louisa hushed James and kissed him again, and again, one for all his more predominant freckles on his face. "It's going to be alright, whatever it is, okay? You have me, we have your mum, we have Tessa, you even have your friend Duncan." She messed slightly with his already messier looking cool-toned black hair that already had some greys. "Don't worry too much, dear, alright?"

James blushed and smiled at Louisa's attempts to make him cheer up, before no longer fighting the urge to hug whom he saw as his golden-haired goddess back. "Thank you , luv."

The woman who was born in New Zealand soothed gently, "Whatever it might be that's got you down, I'm ready to hear it."

James not wanting Louisa to worry too much smiled bravely and messed her curtain bangs up a little and kissed her nose. "Oh, just a little back pain, I tweaked my back, doc said I just have to take it a little easier."

Louisa giggled a little and responded, "Aw, that's all? My father used to take a shot of rum or Canadian whiskey to stave off a little pain. Maybe we could ask your Mum to watch Tessa for the night, and we could... maybe try it out?" She was frisky.

'Oh god, she's frisky!' James thought, with a smile, he LOVED when Louisa got frisky in personality. "Alright, luv, we can have a night in."

Louisa and James stopped hugging, the artificially blonde woman was all cheerful and had a skip in her step, despite her left ankle having healed wrong in a ballet accident just before she turned 16. "I can't wait for tonight, see you there, hot shot."

James went to the bar in the manor, he figured that he needed to pregame if he had to be limber. "Bar maid!" he called out.

A drone popped up from behind the bar, simply known as 1001. "Hello sir, what do you require?"

James happily requested, as he was energetic now with anticipation for later, "I'm going to want a shot of Bacardi, two shots of Captain Morgan, and a glass of Crown Royal."

The End

[aim4birdiesltd]

Women's Golf Apparel: Best Deals and Stylish Picks for Every Golfer

Golf is more than just a sport; it’s a lifestyle. And for women golfers, having the right women's golf apparel is crucial for both performance and confidence on the course. Womens golf apparel combines style, functionality, and comfort to ensure an enjoyable experience while improving your game. From breathable shirts to durable golf shoes, there’s a perfect match for every golfer.

Why Quality Women’s Golf Apparel Matters

The right golf outfit isn’t just about looking good. It’s about feeling comfortable and moving freely while playing. Women’s golf apparel is designed with features like moisture-wicking fabric, flexibility, and stylish designs that meet the needs of modern female golfers.

Key benefits include:

Comfort: Apparel crafted to keep you cool and dry throughout the game.

Performance: Stretchy and breathable materials that enable a full range of motion.

Style: Trendy designs that transition seamlessly from the course to casual outings.

Must-Have Women’s Golf Apparel Pieces

Building your golf wardrobe? Start with these essentials:

Polo Shirt A classic staple. Women’s golf polo shirts offer breathable fabric and a professional look. Opt for moisture-wicking materials to stay cool.

Golf Pants and Skorts Choose trousers or skorts with stretchy waistbands for unrestricted movement. Look for wrinkle-resistant fabrics for low-maintenance care.

Golf Jackets and Sweaters Keep warm on cooler days with lightweight jackets or sweater. Options like Galvin Green jacket provide both style and weather protection.

Golf Shoes Comfort is key. Women’s golf shoes with waterproof designs and excellent grip enhance stability during swings.

Accessories Don’t forget gloves for better grip, hats for sun protection, and socks for added comfort.

Stylish Picks for the Fashion-Forward Golfer

For women golfers who want to make a statement, fashion meets function in these trends:

Skorts and Dresses Combining femininity and performance, golf dresses and skorts are popular choices. They allow freedom of movement while keeping you stylish.

Bold Patterns and Colors Experiment with bright colors, floral prints, or geometric patterns. Add personality to your outfit while staying within dress code guidelines.

Layering with Vest and Jackets Layering is practical and chic. A lightweight vest or jacket can add flair while keeping you warm.

Top Brands for Women’s Golf Apparel

Investing in quality brands ensures durability and style. Here are some trusted names in women’s golf fashion:

Adidas: Known for its athletic designs and modern aesthetics.

Daily Sport: Offers chic, feminine apparel perfect for fashion-forward golfers.

Galvin Green: A leader in high-performance outerwear for unpredictable weather.

Nike Golf: Combines sleek designs with advanced sportswear technology.

Tips for Buying Women’s Golf Apparel Online

Shopping online for golf clothing has never been easier. Here’s how to ensure you get the best value:

Read Reviews: Customer feedback helps you gauge the fit and quality of items.

Check Sizing Guides: Golf apparel sizes can vary by brand. Always check the measurements.

Look for Sales: Websites often offer discounts on women’s golf apparel during seasonal sales.

How to Care for Your Golf Apparel

Maintaining your golf clothes extends their lifespan and keeps them looking fresh:

Wash them in cold water to prevent fading.

Avoid using harsh detergents on moisture-wicking fabrics.

Store items like polo shirts and trousers on hangers to avoid wrinkles.

Accessories to Elevate Your Golf Game

Your golf outfit isn’t complete without the right accessories. Elevate your game with:

Golf Gloves: Better grip and hand protection.

Golf Bags: Stylish options for carrying your clubs with ease.

Hats and Visors: Protection from the sun without compromising style.

FAQ on Women’s Golf Apparel

What should I look for in women’s golf shirts? Look for breathable fabrics and a comfortable fit with moisture-wicking properties.

Are skorts better than pants for golf? Skorts offer a stylish and practical alternative, especially in warmer climates.

Which brands are best for women's golf shoes? Adidas, Nike, and Puma offer durable, stylish options with excellent traction.

How can I make my golf outfit more fashionable? Incorporate bold colors, trendy skorts, or accessories like visors and gloves.

Do I need waterproof clothing for golf? Yes, waterproof jackets and shoes are ideal for playing in unpredictable weather.

Final Thoughts

Women’s golf apparel has evolved to meet the demands of modern golfers. Whether you’re a seasoned player or a beginner, finding the right combination of style, comfort, and performance is key. From breathable shirts to stylish skorts and accessories, the options are endless.

Dress the part, play your best, and enjoy every moment on the course. Let your outfit reflect your personality and passion for the game.