#what you’ve done to countless people in your past lifetimes to what? to get famous. your subtotal is off the charts girls n credit won’t do

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as the world caves in | ch. 9 | bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: You are a ghost story. A former Air Force pilot who had her plane shot down by Germany in 1945, but here you were in 2023, alive and frozen in your 25-year-old body.

You haven’t seen Bucky since the 1940’s, before his fall, before you went on a suicide mission only to come back alive. You aren’t sure reliving those memories – and being a living memory of everything the man has lost – is the best for him.

But you and Bucky won’t be apart for long.

This will loosely follow the plot of TFATWS - so spoilers ahead, specially regarding episode six (finale). Thread carefully!

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notes:  thank you everyone for your patience with this chapter. I'm dropping this lil shortie so we can get the story moving. Let's go! (warnings: lil' fluff, lil' angst) (word count: 3K) nine: records

Bucky knocked on your door a few weeks later.

It was late, and you were snug in your pajamas, winding down after a long day. With your identity no longer a secret, the government was in the midst of transferring you to something more… hands-on, and definitely less diplomatic, you were assuming; so much for retirement, but you figured 30 years of it had been more time than you could’ve anticipated.

You almost didn’t hear the soft rapping on wood over Vera Lynn’s mellow singing.

When you finally opened it, you found him standing there, wearing tired eyes and a dark coat. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late, but I started walking and I—"

“When I said you’re welcome anytime, Bucky Barnes, I meant any time.”

A tiny fraction of a smile was offered your way, and you grasped it tight against your heart at the same time you do his hand, pulling him inside.

His fingers lingered on yours, but before you could start thinking about it he pulled away, taking a seat at the edge of your couch. “I finished it. The book.”

Bucky answered your question before you could ask it. “I just came from there. The last one– the last name.”

“Well. Are you alright?” You sat next to him, your knee knocking against his, and his gaze went from the floor, to the spot where your legs touched, and then to you. He knitted his eyebrows, seeming a little incredulous you were even asking.

“I will be.” His hands intertwined on the space between his knees, and you placed a hand ton his shoulder, getting him to look at you again.

“Yes, you will. Do you want to talk about it?”

One corner of Bucky’s lip raised up, and he shook his head. “Is that Vera Lynn?”

You smiled, turning to look at your record player as if Vera herself was sitting next to it. “It is. Takes me back, I guess.”

“It’s all we’d listen to at the front.”

Nodding, you wondered for a second if Bucky remembered dancing to We’ll Meet Again the night before he was shipped off. Even if you weren’t the only girl he had danced with then, you still asked yourself if that memory was burned on his mind as it was on yours.

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when. A short-term promise, made back then by hopeful lovers, friends, family members; you had no idea that those lyrics would prove themselves so literal when you and Bucky mouthed them at each other in the middle of a dancefloor.

You let out a breathy chuckle, standing up and beckoning him to where you kept the rest of your vinyl. “Come on. Vera’s starting to feel a little too nostalgic to me.”

Your record collection was pretty extensive, ranging from things of the good ol’ days from the special editions that were still being released nowadays. Bucky joined you on the floor, and together you started to make your way through decades eternized in discs.

“Marvin Gaye.”

You look up from The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, finding Bucky making a face at the album he was holding. “It’s really good. Do you want to—”

“No. No more Marvin Gaye.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t like him?”

“I like Marvin Gaye! Jesus. Marvin is good—Marvin’s jus’ fine,” Bucky rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, and you finally understood.

“Sam’s been preaching you the word of R&B to you too, huh?”

You giggled at the tired look he gave you and silently took Trouble Man out of his hands, stuffing it back with the rest of the 1970’s.

Years ago, Bucky would be delighted to dive headfirst in the new – your trips to countless science fairs and expositions were enough proof of that – but looking at him now, knowing him as you were starting to once again, you figured that just a dip of the toes was more than enough.

You pulled Frank Sinatra from the 1950’s section.

“I know Sinatra.”

“Do you now?”

You put the record on your player, and Vera Lynn’s longing gave way to Sinatra’s swagger and jazz.

“Do you?” Bucky teased, frowning at the most recent items in your collection. As soon as Frank’s voice filled the silence, he nodded. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

“I do know him! Or did. Met ‘im in 1962.” You plopped next to Bucky, who was shaking his head. “What?”

“Show off.”

“No, just been around. Met people on the way. And, you asked.” Your smirk grew into a grin as Bucky mouthed your words back at you. Then his face fell for a second, and your amusement was quickly replaced by worry. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I guess – I guess I just missed a lot.” The same way one of the corners of his lips tug on his cheek again in his attempt of a smile, melancholy tugs at your heartstrings. “I missed out on everything. And I missed out on you.”

Bucky’s head was low as he spoke and you could see the tremble of his hands, even though he clutched one of your records tightly. Nina Simone, 1960’s.

“M’not going anywhere, you know.”

“You still lived an entire lifetime—”

“I did, yes, thank you for constantly reminding me that I’m over 100 years old.” You shook your head at him, sighing softly when he chuckled.

You couldn’t blame him, for clinging to every bit of past he’d missed while he was in HYDRA’s clutches – you knew that was inevitable, but you wished that such sorrow wasn’t so related to you.

“What are you doin’?” He asked as you summoned a small stool from the side of your shelf and stepped on it.

“I want to show you somethin’.” The thing you were looking for was stored at the very top: a heavy, brown leather suitcase that almost made you lose your balance when you pulled it from the spot it had been sitting in for—honestly, years, many of them.

The contents of the suitcase rattled as you climbed down and sat next to Bucky again. Sinatra still playing, telling his lover I've got you under my skin, I've got you, deep in the heart of me;

You almost laughed from the truth and irony of it.

I'd tried so, not to give in

I said to myself this affair never will go so well

You unlocked the suitcase, revealing the gathered memories inside. Pictures, movie tickets, theater playbooks, receipts, trinkets. All souvenirs of the 80 something years of your life Bucky hadn’t been there to see.

Not organized in the slightest, the keepsakes of your life were tossed together and out of order just as in your memory: photographs of you in uniform, and sometimes in party dresses; of when you bought your house; of the few times you had pets. Posing next to famous people and other important ones whose names weren’t as well known by the world.

As you and Bucky went through each of them, you added a story or an explanation, sometimes both, to fill him in on the details of your life events. He laughed at some, frowned at a lot, stared at you intently for all of them.

“Is this Berlin?”

You hummed, nodding. “1989. That party was great.”

“Party?” Bucky knitted his eyebrows in surprise.

“The city was unified, the wall was being taken down, and everyone was celebrating. I’ve never seen that many bottles of vodka in one place.” You laughed, taking a good look at yourself in the picture.

The 80’s were definitely not your best decade, looks wise. You had tried a perm the year before, and the poodle look was only then starting to dial down. The beginnings of a bruise were starting to creep on your left eye, from the mission you had completed just a few hours before.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk.”

Bucky’s surprise intensified, his eyes wide. “We can’t get drunk.”

“Yes we can.”

“No, no we can’t.”

“We can, in fact. It’s all a matter of quantity and, well, speed.” You giggled as Bucky’s mouth gaped more.

“And the hangover?”

“Horrible. Like getting shot on the forehead. Comes quickly, too.”

He grimaced, and with one last look – certainly to register your peculiar appearance on his mind – gently put the picture back inside the suitcase. A stack of papers seemed to call out to him and he picked it up, releasing them from the band that held them together carefully.

Postcards of the places you’ve been: a small note to James Barnes and Steve Rogers on the back of each one.

Bucky’s voice faltered. He let out an anguished little sound, probably something that was supposed to be an Oh, or a What, but had no strength to crawl up his throat.

You brought your knees to your chest as you waited for him.

“You—you wrote to us?”

“I did. You can keep those, they’re addressed to you.”

After all this time, you could barely remember the words you wrote in those postcards; all you knew was that some had longer messages, others a simple Wish you were here.

“After we met in Baltimore, I thought that— that you’d have moved on from us.”

From me.

As if that was possible.

“Well, I stopped writing by 2003, give or take. But really,” You sighed. “It’s hard to forget someone when you’ve always been expecting them to come back to you.”

Bucky flipped the postcard from Rome, read the writing and smiled wistfully at it. “And, I did.”

“You did. And staying away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but—”

“But you’re annoyingly stubborn.” His jaw tightened, then relaxed when he smirked. “I mean, I get it – If the roles were reversed, I’d leave you rebuild your life without me like a self-sacrificing idiot too.”

Alright. That was fair.

Shaking your head, you watched as he slipped the postcards in his pocket, an amused expression on his face.

“That was… a big mistake. Something a self-sacrificing idiot would do,” You screwed your eyes shut in shame, opening them when Bucky chuckled. “but now, I’m right here. And so are you.”

His stubble scratched the soft skin of your palm when you reached for him, and you continued. “We’re a little out of place in this century, that much is true, but if I’m being honest… I’m getting tired of yearning for the past, Buck.”

Good old times – sometimes really good, sometimes bad, every one of them old – tucked away in your heart like your records were tucked in neatly in their shelf, organized by year. As you went through the decades, your enhanced body eternizing you like marble, your heart seemingly stayed at that army camp overseas. Or maybe Sergeant Bucky Barnes had taken it with him, only for them to be frozen together, leaving you with an empty hole in your chest.

You lived your life longing for that missing piece, the one with blue eyes and the dashing smile and the skilled feet.

The one that in many other stories was the one that got away, the one who now believed he was somebody else, but had brought your heart back with him all the same.

The very heart that nearly leapt out of your chest when Bucky rested his forehead against yours.

You’ve never been this close – there isn’t an ounce of past in the gesture. His eyes being tightly closed kept him from seeing the surprise on your eyes and then how they fell to his lips for a millisecond. Then, those lips brushed against yours in a featherlike touch.

I would sacrifice anything, come what might

For the sake of having you near

He pried himself off you when you exhaled, as if your very breath had electrocuted him.

“M’sorry. I—I didn’t—” He said as you stared at the back of his neck, and the shock gives way to disappointment.

I didn’t mean to. Or maybe: I didn’t want to.

“That’s—it’s okay.” You clapped your hands on your knees, still feeling the prickle of his facial hair on them, and got up to change the music.

There was no doubt Bucky was touch starved, and that he probably craved the closeness that comes with a lover. He sought that for a fleeting second in Sam’s sister, and now in you. No point in dwelling on what it might have meant.

Right?

Looking at Bucky, his expression was overcast, furrowed eyebrows as he watched you from his spot on the floor. You offered him a gentle smile, and the crease on his forehead eased up slightly.

Right.

Don't you know little fool, you never can win

The record player made a scratching sound as you replaced Frank Sinatra with your go-to jazz compilation. Instrumental.

No lyrics.

There was one thing you’ve always been good at, regarding the infatuation with Bucky Barnes that has taken over your heart for almost a century now: locking the feelings away and stepping into the shoes of the best friend.

Besides, you’ve said it yourself: no more yearning for the past. Hopefully you and Bucky would be able to do that soon enough.

At that moment, however, you needed to feel the burn of whiskey down your throat and pretend it’ll heal the calcinating rejection spreading through your chest.

The guilt you found in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you sweep around your hardwood floors made you pour a glass for him.

He took it gratefully, frowning when you bottomed the whole thing up.

“There’s a lot in here.” He tapped the edge of the suitcase, skillfully steering the conversation in the direction of the more palatable, calm territory it was in before.

The sight of your autobiographical collection made you smile.

“An entire lifetime,” You said, fishing your dog tags from the bottom. “I suppose that’s where it started. Or at least, where thisstarted.”

Bucky took them reverentially, running his thumb over the imprint of your name and numbers.

He reached for his neck, producing from under his Henley the same type of metal chain he was holding in his hands. The fact that he still wore his like that sent a sharp blow to your lungs, almost knocking the air out of you.

His face softened, a smile so beautiful spreading across his lips, so much that your chest clenched in protest because it was simply not fair, how he still had you entirely.

He deposited both of your dog tags in your hands, and that’s when you saw it, and remembered it.

“Won’t we get in trouble for this?”

“Do you care?”

“Well…No.” You sighed, already resigned. And a little excited.

Bucky knew you well: it had been too long of being a good little soldier when all you were used to was the rush of being a hellion.

“And that is why, sugar, that I’m doing this with you, and not with Steve.”

The words made your heart soar, but you were sure to recapture it before it could fly away too high, still too attached to the sensation of the take-off to clip its wings.

You liked flying.

“And because Steve hasn’t been successful in his enlisting efforts. Yet.”

Bucky looked at you from behind his eyebrows, a reprimand hiding in his eyes, but he decided to shove his uniform hat on your head instead. You grumbled, calling him a jerk under your breath.

It was the night before Bucky was drafted to England. He looked handsome in his uniform, a shining, polished star, brighter than the sun even under the dim streetlight you two stood under.

After bringing his and Steve’s dates home (yours was lost to another boxing match along the way – not that you were crying about that) Bucky had decided he was going to stay up all night, because, in his words, he could sleep when the war was over. Or, more realistically, in the ship on the way to England.

So there you two were, illuminated by street lamps and moonlight, visiting the façades and front windows of your favorite places in Brooklyn like drifters in the night.

Bucky still concentrated on his task, his shoulder hunched slightly to block your sight.

“Let me see! Bucky!”

“ ’Sposed to be a surprise! I’m almost done.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “It’s not like I haven’t seen ‘em before.”

“You gotta be more patient. Here.”

He dropped your dog tags on your hand. You displayed the small steel plates on your palm, scanning your eyes over the two. One of them, of course, had your name, number, blood type, next of kin – an aunt you’ve never met – and address.

The other had Bucky’s.

James B Barnes. 32557038.

He slipped his own chain over his head, the plate with your name clinking against his.

You brought the tips of your fingers to your lips, feeling a smile begin to form onto them.

“I forgot we did this. I haven’t looked at these in so long.”

You had stopped wearing your dog tags the day the war had ended – Bucky was gone then, Steve too, and the weight of his dog tags slamming against your chest was too much to bear – your heart was already heavy with its own engraving of their memories.

“Steve had a lecture prepared when he gave mine back.” Bucky chuckled when you looked up at him, incredulous.

You shook your head, half exasperated and half amused. “Good grief, Steve.”

“Y’know how he is. Was,” He trailed, lips twitching as they formed a thin line.

You reached for him, your hand hovering in the space between you for a second before Bucky took it, lacing your fingers. Scooting closer, you let your cheek rest on his shoulder.

“He’d be glad we’re reunited.” You said, raising your head to peek at him and the newfound upwards curl of his lip. “And mortified we’re still bickering.”

Bucky smiled and squeezed your hand. “Old people. Old habits.”

Laughter bubbled out of your chest, and you realized a few things.

In that moment, it didn’t matter – the heartache, the unrequited side of your love. It was just a fact, a fact of life, of your life, that you a lot of the times loved him as more than your best friend. You loved him. And that was the core of it, the most important fact.

And you knew he loved you – you had each other – in this big, ever-changing, modern world, you had Bucky and Bucky had you.

You sat in comfortable, familiar silence until your eyelids grew heavy and you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

“You dozin’ on me, sugar?”

“It’s been a long day.” You said with your eyes still closed, feeling him chuckle beside you.

“Tell me about it. I can go—”

“You know damn well you should stay.” You patted his arm and hoisted yourself up from the floor. “I’ll get the pull-up ready for you.”

As you sauntered towards the office, ignoring his pleads and protests that he’s got it, he doesn’t need sheets or anything, you put your dog tags back on.

They jingled lightly against your heart.

Maybe you didn’t have to leave all of the past behind to start building something good and new, after all.

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This was created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event @klarolinefallbingo. It’s a sequel to Chapter 119 - Part 2 - What Makes Up a Monster, in my series, A Beautiful Symmetry. 

Part 3 is here.

Warning: Some angst

Prompt: Fake blood

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           Why did she do this to herself? Caroline stabbed the makeup brush into the foundation palette a bit harder than necessary, watching a couple of the extras giggle and fawn all over Klaus. Despite his worldwide fame and countless industry accolades, he’d somehow remained the same generous, down-to-earth man he’d been when she first met him two decades ago. Not that he’d remember her. She’d made sure of that.

           One of her fangs dug into the tip of her tongue, pricking it just enough to sate her monster. Monsters shouldn’t have regrets. What they’d had together should’ve been a brief fling, but instead feelings happened, and she ended up compelling him to forget. It had been for the best — he was close with his siblings and he desperately wanted to be famous — that combination spelled disaster for her kind.

           But Caroline couldn’t stay away. Almost as though she was doing penance, every few years, she’d find her way onto the makeup team for one of his movies, feeling the need to check up on him. However, she hid behind a wall of cheerful professionalism, making sure not to let him get close again. Her heart could only take so much.

           “My apologies, sweetheart.”

           Klaus’ accented voice was a buttery warmth that flowed over her. Straightening her spine, she replied dryly, “It’s such a pity to have to drag the Great Klaus Mikaelson away from his fan club so that he can do his actual job.”

           “Might want to mind that sharp tongue of yours, love; when you get a bit older, you’ll find that youth and beauty only get you so far in this business.”

           Arrogant little bastard. Tucking back a grin at Klaus’ assumption that he was older than her, Caroline tightened the collar of his protective cape a bit more than strictly necessary. “Sharp tongues have their uses,” she muttered, carefully reapplying the coagulated blood gel to the prosthetic gash she’d crafted along his cheek and neck. “You’d be surprised how many movie sets this sharp tongue has talked me onto.”

           That smirk of his deepened, dimples cutting into his cheeks. Fake blood had never looked so good. “Perhaps you’re a secret fan of mine? Consider me flattered.”

           “I’ve caught a couple of your movies.” No need for him to know she’d been the lead special effects artist on the set of the highly acclaimed paranormal drama, Ghostly Secrets. And the blockbuster sci-fi movie, The Price of Ambition. Or a handful of others where she’d purposely managed the other makeup artists to avoid him becoming too familiar with her face over the years. Fuck, that was pathetic.

           He seemed charmed by her terse tone, chuckling as he replied, “I have to admit, I’ve had a good run in this town, but lately everything just feels so predictable. A table at Pearl’s, drinks at Boarding House — the days all run together.” Klaus frowned, leaning forward as he became more invested in what he was saying. “And you should see the scripts my agent’s been sending me. Bloody awful drivel that’s even lazier than my old Hell’s Hybrid movies.”

           Caroline’s blue eyes widened, and she hated the way her sluggish heart suddenly began to pick up its pace. It’s just words. It doesn’t mean anything. “Then quit. You’ve probably made enough to last you several lifetimes.”

           “But what if I want to live more than several lifetimes?”

           His cheeky question made her hand tremble, and she accidentally nicked underneath his chin while carefully trimming the loose edge of his prosthetic. Damn it. She quickly sliced her finger, dabbing a tiny bit of blood in the wound so that it would heal instantly. “Not sure the planet could take the weight of your ego for so long,” she teased, doing her best to strangle the hopeful butterflies that fluttered inside.

           “You wound me, sweetheart.” His tone turned speculative as he added, “I suspect my younger brother would’ve enjoyed you.”

           Caroline busied herself applying a thin layer of adhesive to the smaller prosthetics, unsure of what to say. A few years ago, Kol’s death had made global headlines when he died in the plane crash that also took their sister. Her heart had ached for Klaus, but she stayed away, knowing that if she saw him grieving, she’d compel him to remember her just so she could comfort him. She couldn’t be selfish with him.

           She’d been proud of the way he’d grown from the tragedy, taking the time he needed to grieve, before returning to the spotlight. There was a quiet strength to him now, a matter-of-fact confidence that had been lacking when they first met. “Your family would be proud of you,” she murmured, briefly squeezing his shoulder so she wouldn’t do something stupid like give him an awkward, way-too-familiar hug.

           “Thank you.” Klaus paused, gray eyes regarding her in a way that made her wonder what he saw. “You’re very easy to talk to — maybe we could have a drink after we wrap for the day?”

           No. You can’t go through this again. “I doubt you’re lacking for company. But I’ll see you tomorrow,” Caroline replied gently, flashing him a smile that made her face hurt.

           Undeterred, he winked, telling her, “Challenge accepted. I’ll earn your company eventually, love.”

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           The speedboat revved its engine, the stunt driver taking sharp turns through the narrow canal as he waited for Klaus to get into position. The studio always shamelessly plugged the fact that Klaus was one of the few leading men who’d perform at least one major stunt per film. Why did he always have to pick the most dangerous ones?

           Caroline carried the last makeup case to her car, resolutely staring ahead once she saw the safety coordinators and trainers buckling him into his harness. She never could stomach watching those scenes. The first explosion still made her jump, despite her anticipating the loud boom. However, it was the unexpected second explosion and shattering glass that made her gasp. Something was wrong.

           She followed the screams to the center bridge overlooking the canal, the crowd pointing at the side of the skyscraper that Klaus was supposed to parachute past and shoot a grappling hook into the speedboat below. Instead, several cables had snapped in the accidental second explosion, and the wall of shattered glass showed her that Klaus had been slammed into the side of the building.

           No. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes, and she didn’t bother restraining her strength as she shoved people out of the way. She had to do something. But there was nothing to be done. The crew frantically retracted the remaining cables on the crane, pulling him back to the roof. But it didn’t matter — he wasn’t Klaus anymore. Just a body. She cursed her enhanced senses, hating how the staff still had hope as they watched. Because they couldn’t hear how the air stopped inflating his lungs. How his heart had stilled. Caroline closed her eyes, sending a silent goodbye out into the universe. For he who he was.

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           The morgue was crawling with parasitic reporters, all salivating at the thought of capturing a grisly morgue picture of the famous Klaus Mikaelson’s corpse. Caroline compelled her way onto the hospital’s staff, the heightened security a minor annoyance that she fortunately understood how to navigate.

           She brushed aside the curls along Klaus’ forehead, the ghastly bruising much more faint than when he’d first been removed from the destroyed set. Suddenly, his body jerked violently on the slab; Klaus’ eyes opened with a gasp.

           There. Confusion clouded his gaze as he stared at her, the compelled memories rattling around in his mind as he sorted through them. “Caroline,” he asked uncertainly, before recognition colored his tone as he exclaimed, “Caroline! It’s been so long and I’ve missed you. I didn’t even realize what I was missing, but I felt it all the same. I felt you.”

           Caroline didn’t know when she started crying, but soon she found herself wrapped up in his arms. He murmured against her curls, “What happened?”

           Time to discuss those several lifetimes he’d mentioned.

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The Arrangement Part 4

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Summary:  You’re an aspiring model in NYC who is offered an opportunity of a lifetime - an arranged relationship with a famous Ranger. Things start out rough and are further complicated by the fact you’re already in a relationship. Will you be able to figure things out or will it all end in disaster? Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: smut

The next morning you woke up to a pounding head, the crying from last night lingering as a pressure headache. You lifted your head to check the time and realized it was past eleven. You groaned, knowing you couldn’t spend all day in bed even though you really wanted to.You picked up your phone from the pillow next to you, your heart dropping when you looked at the screen.

You had hundreds  of notifications. Instagram, Twitter, it had all blown up over night. Your follower count had spiked into the thousands and you had countless new likes and comments on your pictures, some of them not so nice.

“She’s not even that pretty… lol”

“Slut”

“That’s her? he could do better”

It went on and on. They weren’t all bad, many were saying nice things and trying to silence the mean comments, yet the negative ones seemed to stick out so much more. You tried to turn off your notifications, but they were coming in so fast your phone was crapping out.

“Ugh,” you groaned, tossing your phone down on the pillow after it froze once again. This is so not what you needed right now. You wanted to call Mika and talk, he was the only person you knew who would understand what you were going through.

It suddenly dawned on you that you could access your accounts on your laptop and change the settings that way. You flipped up your laptop and quickly got into your accounts, shutting off notifications before they could mess up your laptop too.

You returned to your phone, letting out a small cheer when you were finally able to get into it without it crashing (it’s the little victories that count, right?). You when straight for your contacts, you finger hovering over the call button under Mika’s name. You don’t know why, but you suddenly got nervous. You thought maybe you shouldn’t call him, yet you still found yourself pressing call.

Mika picked up after two rings. “Morning.”

“You were right.”

“I usually am, but you’re going to have to be more specific about what I was right about this time,” Mika replied. You didn’t have to see him to know he had a smirk on his face.

“About the notifications. I thought my phone was going to blow up,” you told him.

“It’s crazy isn’t it?”

“You could say that again,” you sighed, “I’ve got nasty comments all over my pages already.”

“I’m sorry y/n, you don’t deserve that,” Mika replied, “Believe me, I know how it feels. It’s easier said than done, but just ignore it. You’re worth more than some stupid comments from people who don’t even know you.”

“Thanks Mika,” you smiled, knowing he was right.

“How’d things go with Eric last night?”

“Not good,” you admitted.

“Are you broken up?”

“I-I don’t know actually. I mean no one said it’s over, but when I left, I don’t know, it felt serious. We’ve never fought like that before,” you told him.

“What do you want?” he asked. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out. You realized you hadn’t thought about what you wanted.

“I’m not sure,” you said finally,

“Well that would seem like a good place to start,” he said. You groaned. “What?”

“You really are right all the time. It’s annoying,” you explained.

Mika chuckled, “You better get used to it, you’re going to have to deal with my annoying ass all weekend.”

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Did you not get our next date assignment?” As if by clockwork, your phone beeped with another incoming call. It was Alice.

“No, but I think I’m about to. I’ll talk to you in a little,” you told him.

“Later, y/n,” Mika replied.

You quickly switched over the call so you wouldn’t miss it. “Hey Alice.”

“Hi y/n, how are things going with you and Mika?” she asked, not that it really mattered to her whether it was going well or not.

“Good,” you replied, “Mika’s been really nice.”

“Glad to hear it. I also wanted to let you know how well you did with your first public outing with him. Mika’s management is really happy with how everything is going, and if they’re happy I’m happy,” Alice said.

“That’s good,” you replied, not really sure what else to say. You just wanted to hear what you were going to be doing next.

“Right, well I hope you’re not busy this weekend because we’ve set up a get away for the two of you,” Alice told you.

“What?” you asked, in complete shock. This was the worst possible timing.

“Yeah, we’ve got you a lake house upstate. Every hot couple gets outed on a getaway together,” Alice said as if it was obvious.

“Alice I- I can’t right now, things are a little crazy,” you tried, knowing it probably wouldn’t change anything.

“You don’t really have a choice, y/n, it’s part of the contract. I’m sorry things are crazy for you, but you’ve got a couple days to figure it out before you leave,” She replied. You sighed, knowing that would be the answer. It was worth a shot.

“Fred will pick you up Friday morning and bring you back Sunday night. You guys have to stay at the house the whole time. We are tipping off some photographers, but they won’t be able to get too close, so make sure you spend some time outside. Also, there are two bedrooms there and you’re expected to use them. You and Mika shouldn’t be getting physical. This is business,” Alice instructed you.

“Don’t worry, that won’t be an issue,” you assured her. After a few final details, you said goodbye. For the second time in 12 hours you flopped down on your bed, wondering what the hell you were doing.

It took two full days fro Eric to call you. Nerves shot down your spine as you went to answer it.

“Hey,” you said sheepishly.

“Hey,” he replied quietly. There were a few moments of silence before he finally spoke again, “Listen, y/n, I wanted to apologize for yelling at you the way I did the other night. I shouldn’t have done that. I just saw you holding his hand and people were finding out who you were and I don’t know, I got angry and embarrassed thinking about what people would say. It made me snap and I’m sorry, it wasn’t right.”

“It’s alright, Eric. I know it looks bad. I shouldn’t have held his hand, but there was suddenly tons of paparazzi and I got really freaked out so he was just helping me through the crowd. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I know I did and I’m really sorry,” you replied. You hadn’t really thought about it from Eric perspective until now. Suddenly his girlfriend was with one of the most eligible bachelors in New York City and everyone was talking about it, that couldn’t be easy. You knew if the roles were reversed you would be upset.

“It’s okay baby, I just hate that were fighting like this. I want to see you, can we hang out this weekend?” he asked. You held back a groan, silently asking why the universe was punishing you like this.

“I would love to, but I can’t this weekend. I got booked to do a photo shoot upstate. We can do something we get back, though. I really want to see you too,” you told him.

“Upstate? And all weekend?” he questioned.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying to not sound nervous, “It’s a fall themed shoot so they want us with all the colorful trees.”

“Us? As in Mika?”

“No, there’s a couple girls from the agency going. We’re all staying in a cabin together,” you lied.

“Oh, that sounds fun. I hope you have a good time babe. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you when you get back. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied. With that, the two of you hung up and you felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. To get your mind off of how shitty you felt, you started packing for the trip, since it was tomorrow and you hadn’t started yet.

Per usual, you over packed. It was only three days, but being the person you were, you needed multiple outfits, because you didn’t know what mood you’d be when you got there. Of course you need to bring a bunch of little things that you probably wouldn’t need, but had to pack on the off chance you did. The good thing about your nerves running around making you over pack was that it exhausted you. For the first time in a few days you actually had a restful sleep.

Despite sleeping well, you were tired when you woke because it was too damn early for you. You got ready in groggy haze, glad you packed last night because you definitely would have forgot things if you had tried to pack right now.

Fred came to your door and took your bags for you. You thanked him as he opened the door to the car for you, allowing you to slide in.

“Someone’s not a morning person,” Mika teased. He smiled brightly at you, looking as good as usual

“And of course you are,” you playfully rolled your eyes. “Is it wrong that I was kind of expecting flowers?” you teased.

“I’ve already sent them to the cabin,” Mika laughed.

“Of course you did,” you replied shaking your head. It didn’t take long for your sleepiness to catch up to you, drifting off in the back seat next to Mika. The next thing you knew, you were waking up on Mika’s shoulder. “Sorry,” you mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks as you shifted away from him.

“S’alright,” Mika smiled softly, “Fell asleep for a bit myself.” You looked at the window, gasping at the cabin you were pulling up to. It wasn’t huge, but it was definitely more than enough for two people to share. You could see a little lake peaking out form behind the cabin, which was framed by amber shaded trees.

“It’s beautiful,” you marveled.

“Guess there are some perks to fake dating me,” Mika smirked, hopping out of the car. You followed him out, breathing in the fresh, crisp air. You smiled, instantly feeling refreshed. This is exactly what you needed right now.

You and Mika grabbed your things from the trunk of the car, eager to get inside. “I’ll be back Sunday evening,” Fred told you two, “Try not to get into too much trouble.” The both of you laughed and promise to behave.

You followed Mika to the front door, nearly skipping inside. The interior of the cabin has a rustic vibe, making it feel so welcoming and cozy. The both of you walked around, exploring your house for the weekend. You stopped at the dining table, where a bouquet of sunflowers stood proudly.

“Sunflowers?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Thought you needed some sunshine in your life after everything with Eric,” he shrugged. Damn it, you thought, did he have to be so thoughtful all the time? No wonder so many girls were in love with him.

“Thank you Mika, I appreciate it,” you said, “but I need you to promise me something.”

“What’s that?”

“No Eric talk this weekend. We spoke before I left, and smoothed things over, but I don’t know, I still feel like things have changed with us. I’m not really sure what I want to do yet, so I guess I just need a few days to clear my head.”

“Say no more,” he replied, “No Eric talk. I promise.” He held up his pinky and you smiled, locking yours around it. With that, the two of you went to your respective rooms to unpack for a bit.

Once you finished, you wandered out, finding Mika in the kitchen. “Have they got anything to eat around here? I’m starved,” you said, peaking into the cabinets.

“I’d say they’ve got more than enough,” Mika told you. He was right, the cabinets were completely stocked. They really must not want us going anywhere.

The two of you picked out some food to eat for lunch and hung out in the living room. You spent the afternoon together inside enjoying each others company. Mika brought a deck of cards with him, and the two of you got into a super competitive game of spit.

“Ha! I win!” you exclaimed, slapping your hand down. Mika hung his head in defeat, tossing his cards down with playful frustration. You laughed, in the back of your head thinking that you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun with someone while doing something so simple.

“Good game, y/n,” Mika congratulated you, “Not many people can beat me, I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, it was an honor to beat you,” you replied.

“Well all that losing made me hungry,” Mika said, “I’m gonna make some pasta, want some?” You nodded and he went off to cook the two of you dinner. You stretched out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through the TV. Truthfully, you weren’t that interested in watching it. You wanted to join Mika in the kitchen and talk to him some more, but you thought it was best to give yourself a little distance from him.

A little while later, Mika returned with two bowls of pasta in his hand. “I was thinking we could sit out on the back porch,” he suggested. You agreed, following him out the sliding glass doors.

The two of you settled into a little patio couch that overlooked the lake. The sun was setting, casting soft pink hues across the sky. It looked like something right out of a painting. You and Mika sat in a comfortable silence as you ate, watching the sky shift into an inky black, dotted with sparkling stars.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many stars in my life,” you said, admiring the twinkling sky.

“Me neither,” Mika agreed, “I think when I settle down, I’m going to buy a place like this. Live out my days with my wife and our kids in pretty little house surrounded by nature.”

You nodded. “I love the city, but I’ve always thought I would end up somewhere more peaceful. I would love to have a view like this everyday.”

“Can I tell you something?” Mka asked, turning to look at you. His eyes were a darker shade of green in the night, looking into them made your stomach do flips.

“Of course.”

“Usually I hate doing this, but I’m glad I got matched with you,” he admitted shyly, “I don’t meet many genuine people in my line of work, but I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.”

You tried to ignore the way your heart swelled at his words. “Thanks Mika, that means a lot to me. I’m glad I’ve gotten to meet you too.” Mika smiled softly, his eyes flickering down to your lips. Your heart thudded in your ears, waiting for him to say or do something.

“It’s sort of cold,” you said suddenly, cutting the tension. You stood up, feeling like you needed to get away from him or you may do something you would regret.

“I’ve got a really warm sweater inside, if you want to borrow it,” Mika said.

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded. Anything to get out of the situation you were in. You followed him back into the house and into his room. He opened a drawer and dug out a yellow and black sweater. He tossed it over to you and you somehow managed to catch it, despite the nerves you were feeling. It felt soft and warm… and expensive.

“Thanks,” you said again, as he walked over to you, “I think I’m going to go to bed now.”

“We could share mine, if you’d like since it’s so cold,” Mika suggested softly.

“I- I uh don’t know, we’re supposed to use the separate rooms,” you stammered, feeling flustered as he moved closer to you.

“No one has to know,” he whispered, his hand brushing over yours.

“What, you don’t think they’ve got cameras all over here?” you asked, trying to break the mood.

“There’s no cameras, babe, just you and I,” Mika stated, taking a step closer to you. His face was inches from yours, his warm, minty scent clouding your senses. You hadn’t missed that he called you babe, nor did you miss how your body reacted to it. You liked it. A lot. 

His eyes were locked on your as he gentled brushed his finger down the side of your cheek. You stood frozen, though your mind was racing, screaming, telling you should push him away and go to sleep in your own bed. That was what you should do, but not a single part of you wanted to.

He took your face in his hand, bringing your lips to his. Your knees went weak, your heart fluttering in pure delight. Once the shock wore off, you were able to wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers twisted in his thick, brown locks as his lips moved perfectly against yours. He leaned further into you, kissing you deeper as his tongue slid across yours.

Mika wrapped his arms around your waist and started walking towards the bed. He slid his hands under your shirt, pulling it off before gently pushing you back onto the bed. Mika pulled off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor alongside yours. You bit your lip, taking his muscular frame. He was beautiful.

Mika’s lips ghosted across your jaw and down your neck, giving you goosebumps. They loved expertly across the sensitive skin of your neck, pulling breathy moans from your parted lips. Mika moved down lower, kissing the valley between your breasts, before removing your bra.

“A tattoo?,” he smirked, he finger running across the ink on the side of your ribs, right by your breast.

“Only the best people get to find it,” you laughed. 

Mika smirked, pressing a soft kiss over your tattoo. “Lucky me.”

His tongue slid over one nipple, while his hand twisted and played with the other. The sensation of both his tongue hands working on you caused your arousal to pool in between your legs.

Mika moved down to your pants, making your heart pound. He must have sensed your nervousness because his eyes flickered up to yours, asking for approval. You nodded quickly and he went back to work, sliding his pants down your legs. He ran a finger over your clothed core, sending a shiver down your spine, before looping his finger through the fabric and taking it off.

Laying naked before Mika made you blush. You shift a little, trying to cover yourself, feeling self conscious. “Don’t,” Mika breathed, holding your leg in place, “You’re so beautiful.”

Mika undid his jeans, kicking them off. You licked your lips, looking at the bulge hidden behind his black boxers. However, your view was cut off when he leaned down in front of you, his face just inches from the place that ached for him. Your body was buzzing in anticipation, desperate for any kind of contact.

He licked up your slit, long and slow, making you gasp. His plump lips enveloped your aching clit, sucking on the sensitive numb. He slipped a finger in side you, pumping quickly. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer against you as whimpers left your mouth. Mika made quick work of you, looking up at you through his thick, dark lashes. He smirked against you, loving how you squirmed under his touch.

He replaced his fingers with his tongue, relentlessly lapping at you. The new sensation made you come undone, spiraling into a fit of ecstasy . You cried out a mixture of curses and moans, pulling at his hair as he finished you off.

Once you finished, Mika sat up, licking his lips before wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. A confident glint sparkled in his eyes as he pulled down his boxers, leaving him completely bare. He was fully hard, tip red in swollen, the sight alone making your core throb.

Mika lined himself up to you, making you wriggle in anticipation. “May I?” He asked.

“Please,” you voice came out just above a whisper. He slid into you, his cool demeanor cracking just slightly as he felt your warmth around him.

“Fuck, y/n, you fell so good,” he groaned. Mika slid out of you and repeated the action, slowly at first. Once you had adjusted to him, he moved faster, thrusting his hips against you.You let out gasping moans, each long stroke building the pleasure in your stomach up to near unbearable levels.

“M-Mika I’m close,” you gasped.

“’M gonna make you feel so good,” he replied, gripping your hips. He pulled you up closer to him, allowing him to hit deeper inside you. You only lasted a few more thrusts at this new angle, before being plunged into your second mind-numbing orgasm of the night.

“Mika!” you moaned as you clenched down around him. Feeling you tighten around him and hearing cry out his name in pure bliss set him off. His hips twitched, his head falling back as his face contorted with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, y/n,” he groaned, as he released himself inside you. Mika continued with a few sloppy thrusts, so you both enjoy every last second of your highs. Once you both finished, his slid out of you, pulling the thick blankets over your naked bodies as you caught your breath.

“That was…” you voice trailed off, in search of the right word.

“Amazing,” Mika finished for you.

“Amazing,” you confirmed, curling against him. He wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on the top of your head, before you both drifted off to sleep.

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How frustrating is it to try everything imaginable to lower your golf score, yet continue to fail miserably?

Isn’t it agonizing when your golf game seems to be improving tremendously in one round, but then it falls apart in the next round?

Are you spending countless hours trying to figure out how to improve your swing, yet you don’t seem to be seeing any results?

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I’ve had the pleasure of being asked to write for Golf Illustrated, Resort Living and the Junior Golf Scoreboard, and I’ve also published 8 best-selling books on golf.

You may have seen some of my work in Atlanta Golfer, SELF magazine, GolfersMd, or a number of golf related magazines and websites.

You have probably heard me share my wisdom on achieving peak performance in golf in my interviews with ESPN or as a host of my own internet radio show dedicated to golf fitness.

Because of my unparalleled expertise, I was invited to work on the LPGA tour with Jill McGill and Allison Hannah, and oversaw the fitness program at the International Junior Golf Academy. I have also consulted with top college teams including UCLA.

So, I think it’s fair to say that I know a little about golf performance.

Here I am in this photo along with famous putting instructor, Mike Shannon from Sea Island, Georgia, and PGA and LPGA golf instructor, Gary Gilchrist from the Gary Gilchrist Golf Academies. We had this photo taken in Bogota, Columbia where we presented and worked with the South American Golf Federation. We presented alongside the ‘local’ and international superstar Camilo Villegas from the PGA Tour.

I’m honored to be a full-time golf training professional for players on tour, and to also train competitive juniors, collegiate golf teams, recreational players and competitive golfers of all levels.

My real passion, and the force that drives me is in helping millions of golfers like you dramatically improve their golf game by revealing the insider secrets that most pros won’t tell you-either because they don’t know or they are too busy working on tour with some of the world’s best players.

Just because you can’t reach your full golfing potential on your own doesn’t mean you need to spend thousands of your hard-earned cash on a “local pro golf coach,” when you can get the same (and possibly better) results for 0.03% of the cost.

I’m thirsty for new research and information on increasing golf performance, so I buy every single golfing product that I can get my hands on. While some of the other golf products do contain some useful information, none of them quite share the deep knowledge that I’ve gained from studying the powerful connection between your body and golf performance.

Worst yet, some of the advice the other so-called “golf mastery” products give will actually set you up for failure by giving you injuries that will be a detriment to your golf performance.

Reading a few articles in golf magazines won’t set you up for the fast success you desire.

I’ve literally worked with thousands of golfers, and I’ve heard hundreds of the bogus myths that are out there when it comes to improving your game.

The truth is…the pros achieve outstanding results because they use fitness and nutrition programs designed specifically for the game of golf.

Sadly, there are many untruths being told about how to get in shape for golf. In fact, few people even understand the real connection between your body and your swing and how to prepare it for a lifetime of play. And, not just to play golf, BUT playing golf at peak performance.

You Need a Breakthrough Golf-Specific Program to Get You Results, Fast

The #1 thing competitive and tour golfers have in common is that they ALL engage in golf fitness.

Tour golfers wouldn’t be where they are today if they didn’t understand the vital connection between their level of fitness and their swing.

Just take a look at the living legend, Gary Player, otherwise known as the Black Knight. Gary won nine major championships on the regular tour and six Champions Tour major championship victories, and if that’s not enough to impress you, he also won three Senior British Open Championships on the European Senior Tour. He’s 80, and he’s still unstoppable.

Gary trains extensively using golf-specific workout routines which gives him those long and straight drives that you crave.

Take a look at Greg Norman, a 61-year old previous golf champ who is the self-entitled pioneer of golf fitness. Greg trains with cutting-edge workout routines specifically designed for golf. In an interview he snarled, “I’m appalled by people who don’t look after their bodies.” Are you one of those people?

I’m bursting at the seams with all of the examples of pros who train in golf fitness. I could talk about this with you for hours.

Let’s take a look at Tiger Woods, shall we? He was ranked number one in the official world golf ranking for many years, he is one of the highest-paid athletes in the world, and he broke a number of golf records. And, how do you think he is planning his comeback after back surgery? Surprise, surprise, he trains using a specific golf practice routine.

And don’t leave out the young guns! Want to know why Jason Day (The Player’s Championship winner) enjoys golf fitness? He was sick and tired of getting injured.

All secrets of success are visible.

As you can see, it’s no secret that you’re not playing at your true potential because you simply don’t yet have the tools to give your body what it needs physically and nutritionally to consistently play an exceptional game of golf.

I’ve spent the past 10 years studying professional golfers and training serious golfers for competitive play. Competitive and tour golfers aren’t any different than you.

Here’s what all golfers are looking for…(yes, even tour players)

Increase drive distance by 15 to 20 yards or more, although many would be happy with an additional 10 yards (just ask a tour player how important a few more yards would be to their game)

Increase energy levels so they feel refreshed and ready for the back nine. Some even wanted to finish with more energy than when they started! (ever been in a situation where it was hotter than expected, playing time was longer than expected?)

A lean, strong and flexible body to ensure powerfully maximize every shot and feel so hot they’re on fire.

The edge in their golf game so they can be fierce competition for even the most serious golfers (There will always be another level of competition. How are you staying prepared?)

I’ve helped tens of thousands of golfers just like you learn:

Helping you is my life’s work, so I really want to shed some light on why you’re not seeing any real improvements with your game. Here are just a few reasons why the majority of people don’t ever play to their full potential. 

Golfers have one very powerful center of force and it’s called the core.

The golf swing relies upon core strength, endurance and proper engagement for any kind of reliable distance off the tee. And, it’s just not off the tee, but it can affect every shot you make leading to the green.

Core conditioning is very important for a golfer because all movements in your entire body stem from the strength in this area.

Wherever you find a weak core, you find a major source of energy leaks in the golf swing.

The core is where the body’s center of gravity is located and where force production begins.

Most people have a very weak core, and as a result, chronic posture problems. Over time, this creates wear and tear on the body. A golfer with a weak core is vulnerable to injury and struggles with efficiency in their swing.

Can you guess the top 3 areas of concern on the body for most every golfer? That’s right. It’s the shoulders, hips and spine!

Most people don’t know the right techniques to activate their powerful trio.

Every great golf instructor will tell you that your body rotates around your spine. It acts like a pivot point in the golf swing.

Without the correct method of shoulder rotation, you have very little chance of getting your arms in the proper position in your backswing and, sadly, this limits your follow through.

Top players initiate their downswing with the powerful muscles of the abs and hips. Once the desired momentum is generated by the lower body, they use their arm muscles to effectively “fine tune” the swing.

Recreational players, on the other hand, use their arm muscles right at the outset. As a result, they are unable to recruit the latent muscle-power in their lower body, while the arm muscles work extra hard both to power and guide the club. No wonder it leads to an inconsistent swing!

Every golfer is continually in search of that elusive feel of the perfect swing. Books are written on the topic. Instructional videos promising the “secrets of the perfect swing” sell like hotcakes by mail order and on the internet. Everyone everywhere wants to know what they need to do to swing like the pros.

The truth is you’ve been lied to…

There is no “perfect swing” – at least there’s no one method for achieving it.

If we’ve learned anything from years of watching professional golfers showcase their skills in tournaments around the world, it is that the “perfect swing” varies from player to player.

That doesn’t mean the cause is lost and you’ll never find “that” swing. It just means that you have to find “your” swing.

One of the most important components of a good golf swing is your posture at address. If you have poor posture, your search of the perfect swing becomes more challenging.

Once you learn how to start building strength in the right areas, good golf posture will come easy. Then, you need to build endurance so you can repeat the same winning swing, over and over again.

Golf nutrition is among the most important things you should look after. Do you know it is one of the main culprits of a disastrous back nine?Poor nutrition affects mental focus and judgment as well as energy management. One minute you’re playing fine and you have a good eye for the target. Next you know, your game is falling apart hole by hole, even stroke by stroke.

You will never play to your true potential if you don’t learn how to eat like a champion with a solid golf nutrition program.

Some golfers need a simple stretch routine they can perform a few days a week. Other golfers may need a short duration strength and stretch routine.

But, sadly, most golfers don’t even know where to start.

I’ve noticed from the thousands of golfers I’ve trained through the years, the golfers who need training the most are not always the ‘obvious’ ones. For ages, overweight golfers have gotten a bad rap. So, everyone thinks when we talk about training, we are only talking to golfers who need to lose weight.

This couldn’t be further from the truth…

It is tall, skinny golfers with tight shoulders who are incapable of achieving peak performance. It also includes golfers with a history of injuries and problems related to the way they swing the club.

If you want to have superior golf performance, you MUST adhere to a golf-specific program developed by a peak performing golfer. Period. And there is no reason to be in the gym all day and sometimes, not at all.

You must learn from someone who understands what works and what’s right for your body and your improvement on the course.

Due to lack of knowledge and experience, the trainers you are working with are not only hurting your game, but they are creating injuries that you see creep up out of nowhere.

Well, the truth is you couldn’t … until now.

The problem is that the handful of guys (and gals) that can actually help you are too busy working with players on tour. Then, of course, you have regular personal trainers who don’t know anything about the game of golf, and have zero experience working with the pros.

No matter what they promise, they can’t deliver the results you’re after.

After speaking with thousands of other “golf pros” and reading hundreds of golf products, I came to the sad realization that nobody is offering my unique and specialized knowledge to you.

Personally, I’ve trained 106,000 golfers get the results that they never dreamed possible in 27 different countries but I don’t want to stop there.

So, in order for me to help you, and help as many people as possible improve their game dramatically, I developed a proven digital coaching system that is guaranteed to have you shooting lower scores instantly. Oh, and by the way, to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, I assume all the risk!

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The Body for Golf Program gets you playing superior golf, and finally getting the scores that you want, FAST. This is the program that is going to build you that coveted lean, athletic body built specifically to insanely improve your golf performance.

This program is designed for golf performance. It is not for hackers.

No offense to any hackers out there, we were all hackers at some point. But, hackers don’t really want to improve and they are usually unwilling to do the extra things that good golfers like you are willing to do in the name of playing better golf.

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The Body for Golf Program is a six-week program specifically designed to increase your drive distance, reduce your handicap and get you the stunning body you crave.

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Nothing makes me happier than waking up every day to a swarm of emails, texts, facebook messages, cards, and gifts from serious, action-taking golfers who invested in my game-transforming program.

They were wise in knowing they would never achieve the scores they knew deep down they could have if they tried to go it alone.

Here’s a small sample of some of the golfers that I helped who started out just like you and are now consistently playing at their true potential:

Meet Michael…What I learned during this period was that my flexibility was super poor. Even though I knew a lot about some parts of being in shape – when it came to golf – I couldn’t do it on my own.

I began looking for a program to get me to the next level.

Guess what happened 6 weeks later?

“My Shoulder Turn Improved about 30-40% At Least!”

I really got a lot more flexible. My shoulder turn improved about 30-40% at least. My hip rotation really improved also. I learned that my glutes, hip flexors, and hamstrings had a whole lot more to do with golf than I had ever imagined.

I had never viewed stretching as a way to make my body feel better and or feel more alive. I had always viewed stretching as something to warm up with. The wholeness of stretching improved my wellness feeling immensely. I just feel better now – bottom line.

Meet Kathy…I’d like to play better golf. I have a pretty good swing, but not lots of distance. I putt pretty well and it saves me a lot of grief, but I think I can play better than I always do. Some days I shoot in the mid 90s and other days it’s not so good. I want consistency and I believe with better fitness I would be.

I think you should choose me because there a lots of older women out there playing golf and we’d like to not be ignored for younger and perhaps what you folks might think more interesting projects. It’s important for older men and women to keep active and golf is one of the greatest ways I can think of to do that.

“The Exercises Have Really Helped with Turning All the Way Through”

Just a note to let you know how thankful I am. Luckily our weather is still pretty nice and we played golf today. I’m still doing all those great exercises and they’ve helped a lot. I’ve been working on a better follow through, so I’m not hitting it to the right so much. The exercises have helped me with turning all the way through.

Meet Heather…I am 18 years old from Fort Worth,Texas. I just graduated from high school and am going to college in the fall on a golf scholarship. I know fitness can greatly help my golf game, I just need more guidance. I am a six handicap and my ultimate goal is to help my team win a conference championship. Also, I have strength issues due to building up some muscles and not others.

Heather, Handicap 6, Age 18

Guess what happened 6 weeks later?

“My Abs and Low Back are Stronger than Ever so I Don’t Have to Swing as Hard”

I’ve been having some hip-related issues that have significantly limited my golf game. Previously, if I had played golf I could not finish 18 holes due to the exhaustion in my hips and hip muscles. However, five weeks into this program I went out and played 18 easily and with very limited pain. The stretches really helped loosen up my hips and the strength program helped rebuild the muscles that previously fatigued surrounding my hips.

Rebuilding the muscles that I have previously worn out has allowed me to return to the sport I love!

Overall just the general feeling of health I have gained from this program is really amazing. My abs and low back are stronger than ever so I don’t have to swing as hard to still be able to get the results I need.

Meet Stephen…I am ready to play the best golf of my life. You can see from the pictures below that I have already made the commitment to my body. I have lost 50 lbs and have kept it off for a full year. My plan is to continue my commitment for the rest of my life and as a by product, improve my game. My goal is a single digit handicap.

And, the result, 6 Weeks Later?

“I Have Been Striking the Ball More Crisply…with Greater Flexibility in My Hips…”

I found my core strength improved. This was evident in my increased ability to stay stable in my lower body during the backswing and the initial transition move. I have been striking the ball more crisply.

I have experienced greater flexibility in my hip pelvis region. I am hitting the ball higher than I have in quite some time.

Meet JP…In order to improve my golf, I recently took some golf lessons. Guess what, they have modified part of my swing. I know practice will most probably bring the results I am looking for. Yet my new and improved back swing has created back and side muscles pain, every time I play a round. I suppose at a certain age the body does not always follow the mind.

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Golf season is short in Canada and therefore I am anxious to get going.

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I can definitely confirm that I make a better turn which has resulted in an increase in my driving distance (avg. 7 to 10 yards). I also feel less tired at the end of a round resulting in less mishits and more consistency overall.

Overall better resistance and flexibility. My legs are less tired at the end and I can maintain my rhythm. I also have less back pressure or pain (when putting) and seem to be recuperating faster from the efforts.

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“Remember, the power base in every athletic golf swing is the turning motion of your body-your pivot.”

David Leadbetter (excerpt from The Golf Swing)

“Training and competition place a lot of demands on your body. The right diet can improve your performance and help you recover quickly for the next workout. That’s especially important for me because I train all year round. I make sure I get enough calories and consume the right kind to fuel my workouts, which can last for hours.“

Tiger Woods (excerpt from his website, www.tigerwoods.com)

“Sam had amazing agility. From a flat footed stance he could leap and kick the ceiling.”

Harvey Penick (excerpt from Harvey Penick’s Little Red Book on Sam Snead)

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