#golf swing rhythm

[thegratefulgolfer]

'Must Know' Golf Swing Knowledge

The quantity of golf knowledge an amateur should know is overwhelming. It seems that every time I look for topics to write about, I find more things I do not know about my golf swing. It is crazy to think that after 45+ years of playing golf I still feel like a ‘newbie’ with a club in my hands. I stumbled across a video that unpacks a great deal of information about rhythm, tempo, and speed. I…

[xo100]

Golf - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: In Portugal, Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell, and Max’s girlfriend Pietra go golfing, with Pietra’s single friend (you) tagging along. You struggle with the game, prompting Lando to offer hands-on lessons.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1298

୨ৎ

The warm Portuguese sun bathed the lush green golf course, casting soft shadows over the rolling hills. The faint scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as the group of four made their way towards the first hole. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell, his girlfriend Pietra, and Pietra’s friend—a single woman, fresh-faced and smiling despite her clear inexperience with golf—walked together, laughter bubbling up between them as they teased one another.

Pietra nudged Max playfully as he adjusted his glove, “You know you're only here to look pretty while you lose, right?”

Max scoffed. “We’ll see who loses when I sink this birdie.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head as he carried his golf bag. His eyes, however, kept straying to the woman walking beside Pietra—you. You had been quiet at first, observing the banter between the group, but it didn’t take long for you to find your rhythm. Your natural charm had won the guys over quickly, but it was Lando who seemed most intrigued by you.

You were unsure about this whole golfing thing; you’d never played a round in your life. But when Pietra had invited you to join them on this trip, the allure of sunny Portugal and new adventures was impossible to resist. Plus, you weren’t going to lie—spending time around Lando was hardly a bad thing.

After the first few holes, it became obvious that you were, well, not the best golfer. You swung the club a few times, and while your effort was there, the technique... not so much. Your ball either went nowhere, or far off course. Each miss was followed by giggles from Pietra and lighthearted teasing from Max.

“You’ve got this,” Pietra grinned, leaning on Max’s arm, as you tried yet again.

Your swing was way off. The ball barely moved. You cringed, immediately breaking into laughter.

“That’s it,” Lando said with a mischievous smile, stepping forward. “Time for a lesson.” His eyes sparkled with something more than just amusement, his dimpled grin sending a flutter through your stomach.

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t stop the smile pulling at your lips. “Oh? You’re going to teach me how to golf?”

“Well, someone’s got to save you from yourself.” He gave you a teasing wink, his accent rolling off his words in a way that made your heart skip. “Max certainly won’t.”

Max snorted, raising his hands. “I’m no teacher. Good luck, mate.”

You shook your head, amused, but when Lando stood next to you, a little closer than necessary, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. He placed his hands over yours, adjusting your grip on the club. His touch was firm, but not forceful, guiding rather than instructing.

“First, you need to relax,” Lando said softly, his voice close to your ear. “You’re too tense.”

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken at the proximity. His body was warm, his presence so magnetic that you were barely able to focus on his words. You could feel his breath against your skin as he adjusted your arms, moving them into position. He leaned in a little more, close enough that the scent of his cologne filled your senses.

“Like this,” Lando murmured, his hands guiding the motion. He stood behind you, his chest lightly brushing your back, and for a moment, you forgot you were supposed to be learning how to golf.

The rest of the group had quieted, either lost in their own conversation or deliberately giving the two of you space. Pietra, ever the romantic, watched with a knowing smile.

“Okay,” Lando continued, still guiding your movements. “Now, on three, swing. One… two… three.”

Together, you swung, and to your surprise, the ball sailed smoothly across the grass, not far, but far better than any of your previous attempts.

You turned, eyes wide. “I did it!”

Lando grinned down at you, pride in his expression. “See? It’s all in the technique.”

You laughed, a little embarrassed but mostly happy. “I guess I just needed the right teacher.”

He gave you a playful nudge with his elbow. “Or maybe I’m just that good.”

The flirting between you and Lando was subtle, woven into each shared glance and teasing comment. It wasn’t overt, but the tension between you was undeniable. Every time his hand brushed yours as he handed you the club, or when his fingers lingered on your back as he showed you the proper stance, it sent little sparks through your skin.

“Okay, let’s try again,” Lando said, stepping back into position behind you. This time, his touch was more casual, but it still held that underlying tension that made your pulse race.

You swung again, and though the ball didn’t fly as far, it still went in the right direction.

Lando gave a mock sigh. “Guess I’ll have to stick with you for the rest of the day. You’re not ready to be let loose just yet.”

“Is that so?” You shot him a playful look, fully aware of how close he was standing to you. “And here I thought I was getting better.”

“You are,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re just not ready to leave the pro yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence, but something about the way he looked at you made the laughter die on your lips, replaced by a different kind of awareness.

-

The day went on like that, filled with stolen glances, light touches, and gentle teasing. The others gave you space, Max and Pietra happily absorbed in their own world, but there was a sense that everyone knew something was happening between you and Lando.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the course, the group decided to call it a day. Max and Pietra walked ahead, leaving you and Lando lingering behind, still chatting quietly.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lando asked, his eyes catching yours as you strolled beside him, golf clubs slung over your shoulders.

You shrugged, smiling. “Not bad at all. But I don’t think I’ll be challenging you to a game anytime soon.”

“Maybe we could practice again,” he suggested, his tone light, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. “I could give you some more lessons.”

There it was again—the tension, the unspoken something that had been building all day. You felt your heart race, your stomach doing little flips at the idea of spending more time with him. Alone.

“I think I’d like that,” you said, your voice soft as you looked up at him.

Lando’s smile widened, his dimple showing once again. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

Neither of you moved for a moment, the world around you seeming to fade as the connection between you intensified. You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, you were standing even closer, the air between you charged with possibility.

“Lando,” you whispered, unsure of what to say next, your heart beating fast in your chest.

But before you could say more, Max’s voice rang out from ahead. “Oi! You two lovebirds coming or what?”

You both jumped back, laughing at the interruption, though the moment wasn’t lost. Lando’s hand found yours for a brief second, giving it a gentle squeeze before he let go, his eyes promising that this wasn’t the end of whatever was brewing between you.

“Yeah, we’re coming,” Lando called back, a grin on his face.

As you made your way back to the group, your heart felt light, your cheeks warm from more than just the sun. Golf might not have been your game, but Lando—Lando was a whole different story.

୨ৎ

*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, I hope y’all enjoyed! Also a BIG thank you for all the love on one of my last story; Lazy mornings!

[rfxiii]

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but can u do one where Trevor and reader r playing tennis and reader wins, and Trevor give reader a ‘reward’?

Luv ur work btw!

Trevor and the Reader Playing Tennis Together:

(Summary: Trevor invites the reader on a date, taking her to one of Los Santos’ many tennis courts. In an effort to raise the stakes, Trevor suggests a bet- whoever wins the match gets a prize)

[the readers pronouns weren’t specified so I went with a fem!reader but if that’s not what you wanted feel free to reach out and I’ll edit or re-write!]

*TW: Smut

(Word Count: 2087)

Outings with Trevor were always a whirlwind. He kept you on your toes even on a simple trip to the grocery store. So when you find yourself out late at night, on the tennis court, with Trevor dressed in those little athletic shorts that leave very little to the imagination, you’re not exactly surprised. He’d always been into things like hockey and golf, but seeing him bouncing on his toes across from you, holding his tennis racket as if it’s a weapon, was honestly a bit comical.

With a mischievous grin on his cracked, scarred lips, Trevor beckons you to join him for a match. And despite your vague reservations, knowing how competitive he can get, you agree- holding your own racket tightly as you prepare.

“What’s with the face, sugar? Ya afraid Uncle T is gonna beat ya?” Trevor taunts, appearing incredibly confident for a man who looks like he’s never played tennis in his life.

“Don’t get cocky, Trev! I may just surprise you.” you fire back, unwilling to let him under your skin before the match has even begun.

“Ooh! I like it when you’re feisty, angel. Ok! Let’s make things interesting, huh? How bout a wager? Winner gets to pick whatever prize they want.”

You consider momentarily. You’re no tennis pro, that’s for sure. But you feel confident enough that you can hold your own. But then again, you know Trevor well enough to be sure that if you lose there’s literally no limit of insanity to what he could request from you. You weigh the pros and cons, finally deciding that the look on his face if you managed to beat him would be well worth the risk.

“Ya know what? Bring it on, T!” you agree- confident grin on your lips as you spin your racket in a smug display.

The game begins quickly, and much to your dismay, Trevor displays an uncanny knack for tennis. His manic demeanor seems to transform into pure energy as he focuses on the game, delivering violent serves and aggressive spins. You find yourself struggling to keep up, but the thought of losing to him quickly turns your surprise into heated determination.

With each volley, you find yourselves laughing, shouting at each other, and exchanging playful, yet heated, taunts. And as the sets go on, you begin finding your rhythm after a clumsy beginning, putting up a determined fight against Trevor's unconventional yet shockingly effective playing. He’s still doing incredibly well, but you’re keeping up. And you’ll be damned if you lose to him. The thought of his victory request is far from your mind now as your only fear is having to face his smug, taunting grin if he wins.

You swing your racket hard, and Trevor lunges, his quick attempt to return the shot falling just short as the ball hits the ground, and your victory is solidified with your triumphant cheers and maybe a bit of heckling that you’re not exactly proud of.

“God! Fuck! Fuck! Come on!” Trevor growls, tossing his racket into the ground as he stomps like a raging toddler- he’d never handled losing well. But, just like his moods usually do, his anger quickly changes as he gives you a smarmy grin and waltzes across the court to pull you into a handsy embrace.

He’s damp with musky sweat, and you can still feel his heart pounding beneath his ribs from where his chest is pressed flush with yours. His full, chapped lips are parted in heavy gasps, his thinning hair is stuck to his head in a slick sheen of sweat, and there’s just something about his body heaving from exertion that’s pulling in all of your attention.

“Well, sugar-.. Fair is fuckin’ fair, I guess. So, go on. Do your worst! Whaddaya want?” Trevor pries, dropping a bit of his weight into your arms and looking at you with those chocolate brown puppy dog eyes full of mischief. He’s always been able to sense your want, and you damn him for that, because before your request even leaves your lips he’s already sporting a lecherous grin on his taunting face.

“Wipe that smile off your lips, Trev. You lost. So now you’re gonna be a good boy and put that dirty mouth to good use. I’m tired of hearing you talk.” you huff out- anxious and a bit unfamiliar with taking the dominant role. But the low growl he lets out and the way his filthy, calloused hands slide down your body and under your little tennis skirt is enough to let you know he’s going to enjoy this just as much, if not more, than you do.

His rough touch drags up your thigh, his split nails scratching up the delicate flesh until his fingers press against the thin fabric of your underwear. They prod and rub roughly without much finesse but with enough eager energy to more than compensate for his lack of tenderness. You choke on a breathy gasp, fingers flying up to grip at his shoulder and tug him closer- your forehead dropping to his chest where you hear his ragged breath and low moans.

“Yeah? You like that, sugar?” Trevor chuckles, the low rasp of his voice sending sparks straight between your thighs.

A soft whimper ghosts past your lips, head tilting up to gaze at him with desperate eyes, “Trevor.. Wait.. Someone could see..”

“It’s late. Nobody is gonna be out here. Unless…ya want me to stop? The prize is time sensitive though, darlin’. So, I’d think quick.” Trevor challenges, his fingers working fast, firm circles against you in a taunting rhythm.

It’s hard to think, let alone argue, when he touches you like this. And he knows he’s won before you’ve even had a chance to speak up, “N-no.. Trevor.. I-.. Don’t stop..” you find yourself whining. And the awful, twisted smile splitting his lips shows his enjoyment clearly on his face.

“That’s what I thought. Now be good, and let old Trevor take care of ya. Huh, angel face?” he goads, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear to press against your needy clit.

Your legs nearly buckle beneath you, a hand digging tightly into Trevor’s bicep while the other tangles fingers in the thicker hair at the back of his head. The high, whimpery moan that escapes your lips has him grinning. And as he works his gnarled fingers up your slit, collecting the wetness that he’s caused there, he lets out a groan nearly as desperate as yours, “Oooh fuck, baby.. You’re fuckin’ dripping.. If I had known how bad you fuckin’ wanted it, we’d have stayed the fuck home tonight.”

Your hips grind fitfully against his hand, craving the friction those vile fingers of his provide. He easily senses your desperation, leaning down to nip and suck at your throat while his slick tongue traces against the grooves he’s bitten into your neck like a twisted apology to soothe the sting. Your needy reactions have him working harder, paying pointed attention to your damp clit, and focusing on each flex of his fingers that makes you cry out the loudest.

“Trevor.. Trevor! Please.. I’m so close! Please, more?” you plead, looking up at him with teary eyes as you waver right on the cusp of blissful completion. Thankfully he’s always been just as needy as you. And tonight he has no intentions of teasing you by denying what you both need.

“Turn around.” Trevor orders, not giving you the chance to move on your own as he spins you roughly around, forcing you to grip the chain link fence bordering the tennis court to keep your balance. He presses into you from behind, grinding himself against you while the fabric of those little shorts do next to nothing to restrain his hard cock prodding at your ass beneath your skirt, “You feel how fuckin’ bad I want ya, sugar? Fuck! You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

He’s always so needy for you and it never fails to make you feral. You press back against him, grinding your ass into his growing bulge until he quickly becomes tired of the teasing foreplay, ripping your panties down your thighs and pinning you so far forward your face nearly presses into the chain link, “Fuckin’ teasing me all night with that little skirt, running your mouth, tellin’ me what to do.. Fuuuck! You know I love it. Let Uncle T give ya your reward now, sugar.”

“Please.. Please.. Trevor, please.” you gasp out like a prayer, gazing over your shoulder with fingers trembling where they grip like a lifeline to the chain link.

His movements are frantic and aggressive while he tugs his little shorts just low enough for his cock to spring free. He’s so hard it almost looks painful for him with his tip flushed violent red and steadily leaking pre-cum. He spits thickly into his palm, stroking himself a few, rough times- not that he needs the extra lubrication, as you feel your own arousal close to dripping down your inner thighs. Trevor’s rugged, scarred hand grips your hip while the other remains on his cock, lining himself up with your soaked, nearly aching cunt before he presses a kiss to the back of your neck in a bastardized version of gentle intimacy, “That's it, baby.. Lemme show ya just how good you did tonight..”

He presses forward in one harsh snap of his hips, hitting you deep inside in that one spot he’s memorized you loving. You practically sob for him, clinging to the fence and struggling to rock your hips in time with his frantic, disarranged rhythm. His hand rears back suddenly, delivering a firm slap to the smooth, delicate skin of your ass and pulling a shocked, euphoric cry from your lips. You’re trembling and he has no intentions of slowing his manic, disorienting pace. And when his harsh, careless fingers assault your clit you feel yourself nearing your end.

“Trevor! Oh fuck, Trevor! Don’t stop! Please! I- I’m so close! Fuck! Fuck!” you babble out, unable to restrain your loud tone as you’ve long since shed your fear of being caught in public like this- the pleasure clouding your mind as your previous reservations melt away.

“Oh fuck yes! You’re so fuckin’ perfect! Oh god! That’s it, sugar! Take it!” Trevor growls, hips driving mercilessly into you and fingers working you over so well he has you on the verge of tears. You feel him twitching inside you, his moans growing louder and desperate as you both feel yourselves nearing your end.

Your chin drops to your chest, your head hanging limp in pleasure with your legs trembling so terribly it’s close to impossible to stand, “Trevor! I’m- I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Please! Please! Ooh god, Trev! You feel so fucking good!” you plead- the praise only spurring him on with his hips snapping against you so viciously it’s sure to leave you bruised.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckin’ fuck! I love you, I love you-“ Trevor rambles, a telltale sign he’s close to his own end. And when his grip tightens almost painfully against your hip, and his fingers pace against your clit becomes stiff and rhythmless you both reach your peak with sharp and sudden explosions of euphoria, “AUGH! FUCK! I LOVE YOU! FUCK!” he shouts, his release ruining your insides as you cum around him- your slick, combined fluids trailing down your thighs as his pace begins to slow.

“Trevor… Oh my god.. Fuck.. You’re..fucking amazing..” you gasp with legs trembling and heart pounding in your chest.

He pulls out with a weak, pathetic whimper, wrapping his arms around you and pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your sweaty throat, “Goddamn, sugar.. That was fuckin’-.. Wow. Competition really does bring out the best in ya, don’t it?” he teases while readjusting himself and pulling up his shorts.

You bite back a groan at the dampness between your sore thighs, pulling up your panties and straightening your skirt while fighting back a grimace as his cooling cum soaks the fabric, “Ya know what, T?” you giggle softly, pulling him into a teasing embrace with arms looped around his neck, “Maybe we should wager like this more often. I think I kinda like the rewards you give.”

A smirk twists his scarred lips as he leans down and pulls you into a wet, despicable kiss that promises that this night is far from over, “Sugar, I like the way you think.”

[hauntedhokage]

PART 13: The Date

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

SUMMARY:  You get a bit closer to Bakugou, in multiple ways.

[series masterlist] | {ao3} | [tumblr masterlist] | {ko-fi} | [spotify playlist]

Last minute scheduling changes resulted in Katsuki offering to pick you up from the station rather than your apartment so he could take you out.  The text you got simply said: ‘Dinner & mini golf’ and you left your questions for later since you didn’t want him to feel self conscious (you didn’t think he had the patience for mini golf or any activities that may be crowded). It was going to be a good evening with him, because you were both excited about going out on a date. 

“I'm actually terrible at mini golf,” you confess, looking up at Katsuki as he hands you the yellow handled club. “It’s almost criminal to let me have one of these things in my hand.” 

“Good thing I literally get paid to stop crime.” His counter is met with a gentle nudge of his putter to your calf, and you roll your eyes as he leads you to the first hole. “We‘ll make a pro out of you.”

“I didn’t think you’d be big on mini golf. Small clubs, rules, a lot of people - doesn’t quite seem like your vibe.”

“I like that I don’t have to try hard. It’s nice to be good at things, but this is something I don’t care about being good at so I don’t really care to try.” 

For someone who didn’t care to try, he was pretty damn good at mini golf. It was actually a bit frustrating to watch him effortlessly sink ball after ball after ball with only a few strokes not hitting their intended target. The scorecard was thrown out after the second hole, his seven strokes compared to your fifteen proving there was no need to even try to compete or interest in keeping record of how bad you were at mini golf. 

You would give him credit for knowing when to tease and when not to tease you for your performance. Maybe he’d seen enough of Eijirou’s jokes fall flat that he knew when he’d get the desired reaction, that wouldn’t be surprising considering how closely he analyzed everything around him. 

“Can I show you something?” The question has you looking up from your obnoxious yellow golf ball to see him approach when you nod. “Your grip on the club is weird and I’ve noticed that your swing is weak, that’s why your shots never go where you want them to and go about two feet at a time.”

He’s standing behind you before you have a chance to overthink it, the warmth of his body at your back as he leans over you. Large hands carefully adjust yours on the grip of the club, the earthy smell of his cologne mixed with the constant smell of smoke washing over you like a forest fire.

“They go more than just two feet,” you defend, earning a breathy chuckle in your ear.

“Yeah, sometimes they go three,” he teases, his hands settling over yours as he steps closer. “It’s okay to smack the shit outta the ball. It’s not like you’ve got pro hero strength.”

“No, but with my luck it’d go flying and I’d hit someone with the ball.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair.” His arms start to swing with yours, getting into a steady rhythm with you as you try to focus on what he was saying. “Let’s hit the ball now, yeah?”

He moves with you as you step forward to line up with the ball, and again his arms move with yours to hit the ball with just enough force to actually send it towards the hole. 

“Look at that, at least four feet now.”

“You’re so mean.” You’re pouting as he steps away from you, instantly feeling the colder air against your back without his warmth blocking it out. He only smirks while picking up his beer from the ledge, leaving you to pick up your own drink as you lean against the ledge to watch him take his shot. “Dare you to hit yours one handed.”

“You think I can’t?”

“I’m sure you can, but can you hit it well?”

His response to the challenge is to line up the shot, then start to drink from his cup while swinging the putter - and you watch in amazement as the ball not only goes straight, but knocks into your ball to send it a few feet forward.  

“I hate you.”

“Nah, you think I’m hot.” The correction has your cheeks flushing, because yeah of course you did but so did half of the country. The number one hero was incredibly hot - and not just where his quirk was involved. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, maybe.” 

Because he was, and the fact that he was interested in you was insane to think about. He was a pro hero, deeply committed to another pro hero, and he wanted to go out on dates with you. Sure, you were dating his boyfriend, but you were just a reporter - no quirk, just a pretty face that looked wonderful on television and some critical views on hero work. You still wondered how you had managed to pull Eijirou, your beloved chivalrous hero, when you had zero charm and minimal patience after he’d spilled coffee on you. 

“I think you’re pretty hot, too,” he comments as you walk towards your balls for your next shots, something that had your cheeks warm as you nudge him with your elbow. “Beautiful in general; but how smart and patient you are, combined with how much you care is pretty hot.”

“My insides are sexy?”

“Yeah.” His confirmation makes you smile, only for you to laugh when he realizes what you said and looks over to you with a blush. “Wait, not like that. Like your personality insides, not your organs.”

“You only want me for my kidneys,” you sigh, waving him off as you settle in to take your shot. This time your ball actually goes where you want it to, into the hole that will allow you to gain more distance. “You see that? I’ve gotta be your favorite golf student, right?”

“Only if you can confirm that you’ve got both of your kidneys.” He pats your side as he comes to stand in front of you, fingers carefully prodding at your back and making you giggle since it tickled. “I bet the people behind us are pissed.”

“Eh, we offered to let them play ahead on the eleventh and they chose not to.”

“Why not our apartment?” He asks as you enter your apartment building, a place he'd never seen the inside of since he'd only ever stayed in the car if he went with Eijirou to drop something off for you. It was interesting to see where you lived when you weren't half asleep on the couch tangled around your shared boyfriend who refused to move to the bed since he "wasn't sleeping".

“I’m morning anchor this week, I don’t like bothering you guys in the morning after you’re out patrolling all night. Eiji can’t stay asleep when the shower runs, since his room shares a wall with the bathroom.” Your explanation has him nodding as he follows you into the elevator of your apartment building. You really were always thinking about how to make them more comfortable, which makes him wonder if all of the times you stayed at your place instead of theirs was because of your schedule conflicting with theirs. Something that would definitely have to get figured out, considering Eijirou wanted forever with you, living together was going to be part of that. “But am I really that bad at mini golf?”

“You are terrible at mini golf,” he teases as you lean into the wall, and you can’t help but pout at how he answered with zero hesitation. “But you’ve got this focused face when you get ready to hit the ball that’s pretty cute.”

You have no idea where talkative Bakugou came from, but you’re definitely not complaining. Not when he was calling you cute, and the other compliments. It made a lot more sense now when Eijirou had told you that Katsuki could actually be very charming when the mood struck. Could you meet his level of charm? You weren’t sure but it was always worth a shot. 

“If you wanted to give me more mini golf lessons, I wouldn’t complain.”

“No?”

“I like spending time with you, Katsuki.” Your voice is soft as you look up at him, seeing his cheeks flush as the elevator door opens on your floor. “You’re very fun to be around, I see why Eiji loves you so much. Not that I ever questioned it before, but-“

“No, I get what you mean. It just like, hits different when you get to spend individual time together and not after you’ve almost died.”

“Or dealt with the massive stress of being at a fundraising gala.” 

“Again, almost died.” You snort at that, shaking your head at the anti-social hero. He’d landed himself with an extroverted boyfriend and you, a public figure who didn’t wear a mask or punch people that everyone in the city knew and gawked at. There were going to be a lot of evenings like that in his future, sometimes being the hero making the appearance to pull better PR. 

“You were very brave that whole night. I don’t think I can say enough how much fun I had with you.” You opt not to ask him what he’s going to do when future events pop up that will require his appearance at your side or when you ask for a favor that involved him in his costume telling kids to say no to drugs or something like that. Wearing the mask was likely easier for him, but that was something you’d work through, you supposed. Worst case scenario, buttering him up like you did to Eijirou would most likely work. Men were men, after all. 

Katsuki Bakugou, however, was a very unique man that you were thrilled to be getting to know better.

[just-dino-maggie]

could you do 15 and 16 with jack hughes??

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it!

15. Not being able to stop smiling while kissing

16. Taking silly pictures in a Photo Booth

Jack and I have been best friends for years. Deep down I’ve always loved him, it’s hard not to love him. Recently it’s been challenging to hide my feelings from him. He’s been extra flirty and over the top with me. I’m trying to resist because I don’t want to lose him.

He’s home for the summer and besides his golf trips with Quinn and Trevor we’ve been hanging out the whole time. We decided to go to the Zap Zone by his house for old times sake. We always used to go to play glow golf and laser tag.

I knock on the Hughes door even though they’ve expressed that I don’t need to. It feels weird if I don’t, what if I saw Luke in his underwear or something. I could be permanently scarred. “Coming!” I hear someone yell behind the door.

The door swings open and Trevor is standing in front of me. “Hey Y/n/n,” He pulls me in for a quick hug. “Jack is almost done getting all dolled up for your date.”

I shake my head at him, “It’s not a date and you know it Zegras.”

He gasps with fake shock, “Not a date? If Jack isn’t treating you right I’m always here to show you a good time.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Shut up Z.” I say unable to hold back my laugh. If nothing else Trevor has always been funny.

Finally Jack runs downstairs, he’s wearing a basic pair of black jeans and a crew neck but he looks unreal. “You ready Y/n/n?” He asks and I nod, “Let’s get out of here then.”

He takes my hand and walks me to the car. Opening my door for me so that I can get in. As we sit in the car and talk I feel myself falling into our rhythm. We are friends who flirt and hold hands sometimes. It’s weird but I don’t care as long as I have him.

We play glow golf. He insists on showing me how to putt because I “don’t know how to do it”. When I try to remind him that we used to play glow golf together all the time he just smirks and tells me that I’m rusty. When he stands behind me with his chest pressed against my back and his hands covering mine my heart goes crazy. I’m breathless as he steps away from me.

The rest of glow golf goes smoothly. I convince myself that he was just trying to throw me off my game. That has to be the reason he held me like that.

After glow golf we decide to play arcade games. I spot the Photo Booth and grab Jack’s hand. “Can we please get pictures?” I ask gesturing toward the booth. He nods and we squeeze in the small space.

Our first picture we smile regularly, then I stick my tough out and put a piece sign behind Jacks head for the second. He smiles and pulls me on to his lap messing up my hair for the third picture. Then our eyes meet and he pulls me in placing his lips on mine. I don’t even notice that the final picture has already happened. I’m completely addicted to him and this feeling.

I pull away keeping my forehead against his. “Why did you do that?” I whisper.

“Because I like you.” He responds, “For a long time I’ve liked you.”

I smile, “I have too.” I pause and place my hands on both sides of his face. “I can’t believe you just did that.” I let out a shocked chuckle.

“Can I do it again?” He reply’s simply and I nod immediately. He brings his mouth to mine once again and I can’t help but smile as we kiss. I can feel him smiling too. Nothing is better then this.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The billionaire creator of Rockstar Energy Drink’s home is for sale in Park City, UT for $50M. (It was only built in 2022 and it’s for sale, already.) It features a wellness intelligence network that “regulates circadian rhythm lighting, monitors & calibrates indoor air quality, filters pollutants & removes pathogens from the air” 6 bd, 11 ba. 17,567 sq ft. 4.97 acres. $22,650/Annual HOA. (I was just about to say that I’m not fond of that snowy, isolated location, and then I see that it has an HOA out there in the wilderness?) Apparently, this is a gated community.

Here we have what looks like a built-in curvy sofa that looks like it’s covered in carpeting. Modern fireplace and an interesting overhead light. The real estate description calls it timeless, but it already looks dated in here. 

In the dining room is another large built-in carpet banquette around a fire pit. I don’t know if the surfaces are marble, quartz, or a manmade quartz. It looks a little tight for space at the table. 

Look at the features in the kitchen. I’ve never seen a stove like that big blue one. It doubles as an island, and look at the size of the exhaust hood. 

Here’s a game room with a bar. I wonder if the house comes furnished.

The lap pool has a sort of garage door, so you can open it in the warmer mos. This is an indoor/outdoor stainless steel pool. 

This is a nice sitting area, I like the fireplace.

The infrared sauna doesn’t even looked used. 

Looks like a desk and reading area. I like the wall.

What have we here in the main bd.? Is that a sex swing? Like that dresser, if that’s what it is and the feature wall. 

A wood tub. 

So, this looks the room to come to after skiing. Tile floor, closets, a warm fire, and a ceiling made of skis. 

The bowling alley also has another game table on the other side.

Look, they provide shoes and there’re some bunk beds for guests. I like the color-coordinated bowling balls, too.

The simulated golf course.

The multi-purpose indoor sports court with volleyball/basketball/pickle ball/climbing wall.

Like this red room and en-suite.

Or, maybe the blue room w/the blue & pink en-suite.

A green suite. Pick your color.

The bunk room accommodates 8 guests.

Here’s a steam room. 

Look at the stone and glass patio.

On the right is a panoramic tower that goes above the trees so you can take in an unobstructed view. 

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/253-White-Pine-Canyon-Rd-Park-City-UT-84060/110283320_zpid/

[themuffin2649]

Remix 10 But SYVNH Styled

(Events below are in Order as the video)

Package Pests: MC is in office catching his paperwork (candy) and slapping trash (spiders) thrown at him. Charlie is in the office right next to him and everyone else is a coworker.

Shrimp Shuffle: Newt, Vincent, MC, and Leon (in that order) jump just like the shrimp. You play as MC.

Board Meeting: Victor is in place of the woman while Vincent and others in suits spin around in chairs. You play as Vincent.

Micro-Row: The same except you can see Reme looking into the Microscope in real time.

Double Date: Vincent kicks away balls Leon throws at the group. Newt is in place of the weasels, and MC is his date.

Donk-Donk: Jon and Moria must fix their science project by Donk-Donking it at the right beat. Moria does the Donking.

Fork Lifter: Vincent’s Hitmen do shooting practice to the beat of the fork hitting the table.

Air Rally: Leon and Vincent play tennis in the school gym. You play as Leon.

Cheer Readers: Play as MC in the audience cheering on Leon during his Basketball game like the cheer readers.

Figure Fighter: Leon punches a punching bag with a picture of Vincent’s face taped to it. He must do it on beat for max efficiency.

Samurai Slice: Vincent has a long sword now and must slice the various objects Leon throws at him.

Flockstep: MC must navigate to class among a crowded hallway. He must move in time with his classmates. Everyone moves like the huebirds.

Built to scale: Reme is working on fixing a machine needed for her Biology class. She must screw (move) and shift (assemble) its parts on beat.

Screwbot Factory: Doctor must x-ray each patient (bot) for just the right amount of time.

Bossa Nova: Moria and Jon must bump school materials into baskets. You play as Jon.

Hole in One: Play as MC as he swings golf balls thrown by Newt into the goal. Leon is in place of the Mandarin and he throws Vincent in place of fastballs.

See-Saw: Leon and Vincent play as the guys jumping on the seesaw. You play as Vincent on the right.

Monkey Watch: Vincent must go across the halls high-fiving students who are in place of yellow monkeys. Popular students are in place of the Pink monkeys.

Catch of the Day: Victor goes fishing and must catch the fish at the right time.

Exhibition Match: Leon isn’t even playing the right sport, but he’s gotta hit the baseball his teammate throws at him.

Launch Party: The Boys must launch the fireworks (rockets) on beat for the party.

Love Rap: Play as Leon, must out-rap Vincent, and MC sits on the car in place of the lady.

Tambourine: Newt must copy the tambourine melody that the demon bear plays.

Tap Troupe: Play as Newt as he taps dances along with Reme, Jon, and Moria.

Flipper-Flop: Leon, MC, and Vincent (in that order) are Guinea Pigs, you play as the MC, and they move like the seals from the video. Newt is in place of the trainer.

Karate Man: Leon must punch away the various amounts of junk thrown at him like Karate Man.

Rhythm Test: The Doctor must perfectly time a medical machine while it’s being covered by another doctor’s head (rude).

Ringside: Moria interviews Victor like the girl did with the wrestler. You play as Victor and must time your responses well.

Working Dough: Reme writes (small ball) and erases (big ball) her answers on a test, and MC must copy her answers. You play as MC.

Night Walk: The same but with MC as the one jumping to the beat in space.

Package Pests (again): Same as before, but at the very end, Charlie’s office is empty saying “on break” and he’s the one who throws the bouquet of flowers at MC.

[noqabi]

Once upon a time, in a small town nestled beside a picturesque golf course, there lived a young girl named Amina. Amina was known throughout the town for her talent on the golf course. She had a natural swing, a fierce determination, and an unwavering love for the sport. However, as Amina grew older, she faced a dilemma that tugged at her heart.

Amina came from a traditional family that valued their faith above all else. She had always been a devout Muslim, and as she reached her teenage years, she felt a growing desire to wear the hijab, a symbol of her faith. But she couldn't ignore the fear that it might interfere with her beloved golf game. Amina worried that the hijab might restrict her movements, impair her swing, and make her less competitive on the course.

One sunny morning, as she gazed out at the golf course from her bedroom window, Amina made a decision. She decided it was time to embrace her faith fully, including wearing the hijab. She realized that her love for golf and her love for Allah did not have to be in conflict. Instead, they could coexist in harmony, just as she had in her heart.

Amina donned her hijab and stepped onto the golf course, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Her fellow golfers, who had known her for years, were surprised by her new attire. Some whispered among themselves, while others greeted her with curiosity and respect. Amina's swing, initially hesitant, soon found its rhythm. She learned to adjust her movements, ensuring her hijab did not interfere with her game.

As the months passed, Amina continued to excel on the golf course, and her commitment to her faith only grew stronger. She became an inspiration to many, especially to young girls who admired her for both her golfing prowess and her unwavering devotion to her beliefs. Amina showed them that they could be true to themselves, their faith, and their passions.

One day, Amina received an invitation to participate in a prestigious golf tournament. She accepted with pride, knowing that this was not just a chance to prove her golfing skills but also to showcase her identity as a golfer who proudly wore her hijab.

The day of the tournament arrived, and Amina stepped onto the course with her head held high, her hijab elegantly adorned. She played her best game, hitting long drives, sinking precise putts, and demonstrating the true spirit of sportsmanship. In the end, she not only made her family proud but also emerged as the champion of the tournament.

Amina's journey as a golfer who decided to wear the hijab taught her and those around her that faith and passion could coexist, that one's identity should never be a hindrance to their dreams. She became a role model, not only for her golfing skills but also for the strength of her character and her unwavering commitment to her beliefs.

Story made by ChatGPT

[krispyweiss]

Rewind: Huffamoose - Huffamoose (1993)

If there was any justice in the music universe, Huffamoose’s 1993 self-titled debut would’ve been picked up by a major and become, if not a huge hit, a beloved cult favorite.

Instead, it just languished.

Released on 7 Records in 1993 and not made available for streaming until sometime during the pandemic, Huffamoose is nevertheless as revelatory - and relevant - in 2023 as it was 30 years ago.

It was hard to find even then, and Sound Bites bought every copy he ever saw - four in all - to allay fears his CD would fail or it’d get left behind at a party. And the blog took Huffamoose everywhere, turning on everyone he knew to the sounds of one of the ’90s’ greatest, unique, releases. Even Huffamoose didn’t sound like Huffamoose when the band’s major-label debut, We’ve Been Had Again, arrived in ’97 with inferior remakes of “James” and “I Wanna Buy You a Ring.”

Sound Bites can still remember the moment he first heard Kevin Hanson’s guitar and the thwack of Erik Johnson’s drums as the opening track “Everybody Else” first crossed his ears.*

Nobody takes me for granted/nobody gets one over on me/I’m a new man and my new problem/is everybody else, songwriter Craig Elkins sings in a laconic manner sweetened by Hanson’s harmonies.

So it goes for nearly an hour as Elkins spills his cynicism and sorrow over Hanson’s jazzy runs and the taut rhythm section of Johnson and bassist Jim Stager, whose work continues to reveal itself as a jazz-rock master class hundreds of listens down the line.

I need to stop the cycle now before it’s too late and my children catch it, too/I need to let her go and move on with my life/but I can’t/forget/her face/in the mirror, Elkins sings on “Mary,” one of a handful of heartbreakers set among more playful fare like the stream-of-consciousness dream that is “Song about Nothing” and the celebratory swing of “I Can’t Turn Around.”

Throughout it all, the band cooks as Elkins’ acoustic guitar provides intros and rhythmic padding for his bandmates’ more-aggressive playing.

It ends - save for a reprise-laden hidden track - with the elegiac majesty of “Sacred Ground,” a latently powerful song suitable for funerals and weddings (seems incongruous, I know) that finds Elkins singing:

This is what we are all here for/we are all here for/we are standing on sacred ground/there is nothing greater/there is nothing more/than this/is what/we/are/all/here/for

Its a mystical ending to a magical album that somehow, and unjustly, cast its spell on only a relative few. It’s not too late to change that - and with streaming, it’s now possible and highly recommended.

*Sound Bites was honored to tell Hanson this very thing when he and Mrs. Sound Bites traveled to Philadelphia in 2018 for the album release party for … and that’s when the golf ball hit me in the head, which immediately became - and remains - the blog’s second-favorite Huffamoose LP.

Grade card: Huffamoose - Huffamoose - A

9/17/23

[aviyinglet]

Maddy’s VR Game Recs #6: Walkabout Mini Golf VR

It's minigolf! You walk through an 18-hole course, take your shots along the way, and view a scorecard at the end. The physics are tight, and the base gameplay is implemented in a way that's great for modern VR setups; controls (while imperfect, I don't like how the smooth movement stops you when you hit a wall) are even mapped to a single controller so you can hold it with both hands like you would a golf club when you take your swing.

It bears mentioning that while the courses are fun to go through once, it's also an inherently repeatable activity. Videogame minigolf's like a good rhythm game, in that even if you've experienced a stage before it's still worthwhile to try for a new score or use as something to occupy your hands during conversation with friends. Me, my partner, and a mutual friend have been spending most of our Sunday nights over the last few months doing at least one course together per night in a private room, all while hanging out in voicechat. It's been a bonding experience; we hone our skills, celebrate our victories, and grouse at our failures together.

The course designers don't seem to be resting on their laurels either, consistently putting novel challenges alongside scenery that's as gorgeous as you can expect from a modern low-poly art style; each course also comes with a Hard Mode version, setting punishing challenges against a shaken-up aesthetic (often the same course set at night). Of special note are the DLC courses, which tease a future for VR minigolf similar to pinball, where the mechanics of a base game are tweaked to fit a specific setting or licensed property. I only mention it because what's currently here is exceptional (this was written just after the release of the Myst course, which I recommend).

Also, don't worry about the scavenger hunts if they're too much of a pain to complete. They're not worth getting frustrated over, and Youtube walkthroughs can be your friend.

[thegratefulgolfer]

Looping The Club For Consistent Contact

The more I read about my golf swing, the more I realize how much I still need to understand. Recently, I stumbled across the concept of looping the club in practice in order to maintain a strong swing plane on the golf course. The concept, at least how it is described, is similar to other swing mechanics I studied. The loop movement is worth understanding and can help improve our contact with…

[golf-academy-scdm]

Why Having This Backswing Rhythm Will Benefit Your Golf Swing

[bolt-ev]

Top 5 Reasons to Invest in the Best Golf Cart for Your Golfing Needs

Golf carts have become an essential part of the golfing experience, offering convenience, efficiency, and a touch of luxury on the course. Whether you’re a professional golfer or a weekend enthusiast, investing in the best golf cart can significantly enhance your game. Best Golf Cart Here are the top five reasons why you should consider owning a high-quality golf cart.

1. Enhanced Mobility on the Course

Navigating a sprawling golf course on foot can be exhausting, particularly on a hot day. A well-designed golf cart ensures that you can move effortlessly from hole to hole, conserving your energy for the game itself. The best golf carts offer smooth rides, even on uneven terrain, allowing you to focus on your swing rather than your next step.

2. Time Efficiency

Time is of the essence, especially during a competitive round of golf. The best golf carts are equipped with powerful motors that allow for quick transportation across the course. This efficiency not only helps you maintain your rhythm but also ensures that you complete your round in a timely manner, making it easier to schedule games during your busy week.

3. Customizable Features

One of the key benefits of owning your golf cart is the ability to customize it to suit your personal preferences. From comfortable seating to advanced GPS systems, the best golf carts offer a wide range of features that can be tailored to enhance your golfing experience. Personalizing your golf cart allows you to stand out on the course and enjoy a ride that meets all your needs.

4. Eco-Friendly Options

With the growing emphasis on sustainability, many top golf cart manufacturers are offering electric models that are both eco-friendly and efficient. These carts produce zero emissions, reducing your carbon footprint while providing a quiet and smooth ride. Investing in an electric golf cart not only benefits the environment but also aligns with the eco-conscious values that are becoming increasingly important in today's world.

5. Long-Term Savings

While the initial cost of a high-quality golf cart may seem significant, it can lead to substantial long-term savings. Owning your golf cart means you won’t have to pay rental fees every time you play, and with proper maintenance, a good golf cart can last for many years. Additionally, electric models tend to have lower operating costs compared to gas-powered ones, making them a cost-effective choice over time.

Conclusion

Investing in the best golf cart is more than just a luxury; it's a strategic decision that can enhance your golfing experience, save you time and money, and contribute to a more sustainable lifestyle. Whether you’re looking for comfort, efficiency, or eco-friendliness, there’s a perfect golf cart out there waiting for you.

If you're ready to explore the top options in golf carts, check out Bolt EV, where you'll find a range of high-quality, Best Golf Cart eco-friendly electric vehicles designed to meet the needs of modern golfers.

This article provides value to readers by discussing the benefits of owning a golf cart, while naturally including a link to the site you want to promote.

[swimmingninjaarcade]

Jazz Nights: A Look into the Jazz Scene of El Paso

Introduction

Welcome to the bright jazz scene of El Paso, Texas! In this text, we'll be capable of take a deep dive into the captivating global of jazz nights in El Paso. From the intimate jazz golf equipment to the lively jazz fairs, this town has a issue for each and every jazz fanatic. So seize your well-liked drink, take a seat down returned, and enable's explore the mesmerizing melodies and soulful improvisations that fill the air all over Jazz Nights in El Paso.

Jazz Nights: A Melodic Journey The Rich History of Jazz in El Paso

El Paso has a long-standing https://thunderbird.bloggersdelight.dk/2024/08/10/get-summer-ready-with-coolsculpting-for-arms-in-el-paso/ love affair with jazz song. It has been a hub for proficient musicians and passionate jazz enthusiasts for decades. The urban's filthy rich ancient earlier is interwoven with legendary jazz performances that knowledge left an indelible mark on its cultural panorama.

The Allure of Jazz Nights in El Paso

Jazz nights in El Paso be providing a totally exceptional tournament that transports you to every different period. Whether you are a expert jazz aficionado or a man getting to know the genre for the primary time, these nights are jam-filled with alluring melodies, active rhythms, and soul-stirring improvisations.

Exploring the Jazz Clubs of El Paso Blue Note Lounge: Step into the Blue Note Lounge and immerse yourself in an intimate placing the vicinity jazz takes center level. This cozy venue showcases native skills in addition in demand jazz artists from around the neighborhood. Jazzville: Known for its intricate setting and suitable-notch performers, Jazzville is a could-stopover at spot for any jazz lover. Sit again, chill out, and enable the current sounds wash over you as you delight in a evening of typical musical bliss. Rhythms: Rhythms simply is never solely a club; or not it's a haven for jazz lovers. With its sizzling setting and proficient musicians, this venue can provide an unforgettable ride so as to depart you looking forward to greater. The Jazz Festivals of El Paso El Paso Jazz Festival: Every 12 months, the city comes alive with the El Paso Jazz Festival. This multi-day social gathering draws jazz enthusiasts from close and a ways, showcasing a lineup of worldwide-form musicians and proposing a platform for local talents to polish. Sun City Jazz Festival: The Sun City Jazz Festival is a celebration of all concerns jazz. From swing to bebop, this contention gifts a completely different range of jazz styles that cater to each and every taste. FAQs roughly Jazz Nights in El Paso

Q: Are there any age restrictions for attending jazz nights in El Paso? A: While some venues may possibly have age restrictions, many jazz nights are open to every age. It's first-rate to examine with the wonderful venue beforehand.

Q: Can I expect dwell performances during jazz nights? A: Absolutely! Live performances are on the coronary middle of jazz nights in El Paso. You'll have the chance to witness educated musicians bringing their artistry to life on level.

Q: Do I hope to e book tickets in advance for jazz nights? A: It's all the time an extraordinary idea to publication your tickets prematurely, especially for widespread jazz clubs or in the course of fairs