#Best Online Hat Store

[kgbuapparel]

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[cutelycovered]

Step Up Your Style with Our Elegant White Fedora Hat!

Elevate your style with our White Fedora Hat! This classic accessory adds a touch of elegance to any outfit, making it perfect for both casual outings and special occasions. Made from high-quality materials, it offers comfort and durability while providing a chic look. Stand out in the crowd with this timeless piece!

[divinedarknessblog]

The Timeless Elegance Why Is It Vital To Opt For The Antler Hat   

In the world of fashion, where trends come and go, some accessories stand the test of time, captivating our imaginations and adding a touch of uniqueness to personal style. One such timeless and distinctive accessory is the antler hat. Originating from traditional practices and folklore, antler hats have evolved into a fashion statement that transcends seasons, captivating the hearts of those who appreciate the fusion of nature and style.

The Origins

Antler hats have deep roots in various cultures and traditions. Historically, antlers have been associated with strength, masculinity, and the natural world. In many societies, antlers symbolize the connection between humans and nature, often featuring prominently in rituals and ceremonies.

In some indigenous cultures, antlers are crafted into headdresses worn during special occasions and ceremonies, symbolizing a connection to the spirit world and a reverence for the animal kingdom. Over time, these symbolic pieces have found their way into contemporary fashion, where they continue to captivate fashion enthusiasts and those seeking a unique form of self-expression.

Craftsmanship And Materials

The creation of antler hats involves a delicate process that requires skilled craftsmanship. The antlers used are typically sourced ethically, ensuring the well-being of the animals. Once obtained, the antlers are cleaned, polished, and sometimes carved or shaped to achieve the desired design.

Artisans often work with a variety of materials to complement the antlers, such as leather, fur, or fabric. This combination of natural and artificial elements adds depth and versatility to the hats, making them suitable for a wide range of occasions.

Fashion Versatility

Antler hats have proven to be surprisingly versatile in the realm of fashion. While they may evoke a rustic or bohemian vibe, they can be seamlessly integrated into different styles. Whether paired with casual wear for a touch of eccentricity or incorporated into a more formal ensemble for a bold statement, antler hats offer a unique and eye-catching accessory for fashion enthusiasts.

Beyond their aesthetic appeal, antler hats also serve as a conversation starter, allowing wearers to share the rich history and symbolism behind their choice of headwear. This connection to tradition and nature adds an extra layer of depth to the fashion statement, making antler hats more than just an accessory—they become a story to be told.

Environmental Consciousness

As the fashion industry grapples with sustainability concerns, the appeal of antler hats lies not only in their aesthetic allure but also in their eco-friendly nature. Ethical sourcing of antlers ensures that no harm comes to the animals, and the use of natural materials aligns with the growing demand for sustainable fashion.

Conclusion

The antler hat, with its timeless charm and deep cultural roots, continues to weave itself into the fabric of contemporary fashion. Beyond being a unique accessory, it symbolizes a connection to nature, tradition, and a conscious choice for sustainable style. As fashion trends come and go, the antler hat stands tall, reminding us that true style is not bound by seasons but rather inspired by the enduring beauty of the world around us.

[bgearapparel]

BGear Premium Hat Storage Box is a high-quality storage solution that keeps your hats safe and organized. It keeps your hats safe from dust, moisture, and damage. As a result of its high-quality materials and durability, the box is easy to use and can store up to six hats, depending on the size and shape.

[harrysformenswear]

The Top Men's Suit Store Near Me: Find your perfect fit today

A well-tailored suit is a must-have in any man's wardrobe when looking sharp and professional. However, finding a suitable case can be daunting, especially if you need help figuring out where to start. That's why we've compiled a list of the best mens suit stores near me. Whether you're looking for a bespoke suit or something off the rack, these stores have you.

1. Men's Wearhouse

Men's Wearhouse is a popular chain of men's clothing stores specializing in suits. They offer various suits in different styles, colors, and fabrics to suit every taste and budget. The staff at Men's Wearhouse is knowledgeable and friendly, and they'll help you find the perfect suit that fits you like a glove. They also offer alterations and tailoring services to ensure your case fits perfectly.

Men's Wearhouse has several locations nationwide, so there's one near you. Check out their website to find the nearest store and browse their collection of suits.

2. Suit Supply

Suit Supply is a European-based company specializing in men's suits and accessories. Their suits are known for their quality, style, and affordability. They offer various suits in different styles, colors, and fabrics to suit every occasion and budget. Whether you're looking for a formal suit for a wedding or a casual suit for a night out, Suit Supply has got you covered.

What sets Suit Supply apart from other suit stores is their made-to-measure service. With made-to-measure, you can customize every aspect of your suit to your exact specifications. They ensure that your case fits you perfectly and looks great on you.

3. Nordstrom

Nordstrom is a high-end department store that offers a wide range of men's suits from top brands like Hugo Boss, Armani, and Canali. Their suits are known for their quality, style, and sophistication. Nordstrom has a team of knowledgeable sales associates who can help you find the perfect case that fits you. They also offer alterations and tailoring services to ensure your suit fits like a glove.

Nordstrom has locations across the country, so chances are there's one near you. Check out their website to find the nearest store and browse their collection of suits.

4. Jos. A. Bank

Jos. A. Bank is a men's clothing store specializing in suits, dress shirts, and accessories. They offer various suits in different styles, colors, and fabrics, ranging from traditional to modern and everything in between. Jos. A. Bank is known for its attention to detail, quality, and excellent customer service. Their knowledgeable staff will help you find the perfect suit for any occasion.

Jos. A. Bank offers various services, including free alterations and tailoring, to ensure that your suit fits perfectly. They also offer a "buy one, get one free" deal on many of their suits, which makes it an excellent option for those on a budget. 

5. Indochino

Indochino is a made-to-measure suit company specializing in creating custom suits tailored to your exact specifications. They offer a wide range of fabrics, styles, and colors, and their cases are known for their quality, style, and affordability. Indochino has showrooms in several major cities across the United States, including New York, San Francisco, and Chicago, as well as a comprehensive online store.

What sets Indochino apart from other suit stores is its innovative 3D measurement system. This system allows you to create a custom suit that fits you perfectly without leaving your home. Input your measurements online, and Indochino will make a suit tailored to your body.

Conclusion

When finding the perfect suit, knowing where to look is essential. These five men's suit stores offer various styles, colors, and fabrics for every taste and budget. Whether you're looking to buy cufflinks near me or something off the rack, these stores have you covered. Head to one of these stores today and find the perfect suit to make you look and feel your best!

[vanillyanmocattio]

Agere sensories - visuals! (things I see!)

Seeking:

fairy lights, night lamps, aquarium lamps, lava lamps, LED strips, christmas lights

online you can search up toy commercials, toy unboxing, pinterest, or the website that you're on right now, Tumblr! however make sure your blocked tags and phrases are secured before going through social media, especially as a little

if you're feeling confident, visit toy stores, libraries' kids sections, playgrounds! they're very stimulating, but remember to stay respectful on your visits :)

There's more to artsy life than coloring books! Bead bracelets, clay, stickers, collecting various things, journaling, baby books, finger painting, glitter!

To my fem leaning regressors, hairclips, jewelry, bright make-up (I do not recommend kids make-up as it doesn't have regulations, use adult make up in a childish way), animal headbands! To my neutral/masc regressors, pins, patches, funky shoelaces, sticker tattoos, keychains! Decorate yourself to stimulate yourself on gloomy days!

get food for kids! More colorful, maybe with a cute animal or a smile or dinos, the pretty juice bottles with cartoons? don't get me started. You can also get shape cutters for your veggies/sandwiches

stimboards, gifs!

customize your devices! Wallpapers, keyboards, AOD, widgets! You can even use gifs!

decorate your room and gear too! Coloring pages or other craft you're proud of, showing your favorite toys (if you're safe) colorful rugs! Make custom pacis, add stickers to your bottles, add cute labels!

stim toys, glow in the dark toys! Water toys, squishy balls with colors in them, orbeez, snowglobes, slime!

Avoidant:

Have nap times! They don't have to be a nap time, but you can make an hour to yourself, covering the windows and turning off the lights

There are settings on modern devices specifically targeted for visuals. Lower the brightness, get yourself a dark mode, have eye safety on

Get yourself fuzzy nighttime blindfolds, cute sunglasses, hats or hoodies that will limit your eye view (be careful to be protected, but functional if you're outside)

this is universal for any sensory suppression, but items for babies are your best friends if you're looking for less eye straining gear. (Especially with the beige mom trend being more popular, ha ha)

if you still want to watch baby shows, check low-stimulation lists. Also, usually shows directed at younger age range are slower. I also find vintage cartoons less overwhelming (but they're not guaranteed to be always slow and not stimulating)

You can order online instead of throwing yourself out to the chaotic, overwhelming stores

limit your screentime! Short-form content is easily overwhelming, and staring into a bright screen for x hours doesn't do your eyes a favor. It's okay to need breaks and not always be up to date with everything

if possible, pick safe times to do your errands where there's not a lot of people, like weekend mornings.

have a list of safe cartoons, safe colors, safe places, or other "safe" sensories. It's sometimes better to know what you're comfortable with!

remember, if it gets too much, it is always okay to back out. This is YOUR coping mechanism and nobody else's, it's up to YOU what you're okay and not okay with

[unlimitedbutchworks]

Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go to a decent clothes store or a few thrift shops and you’re gonna browse the men’s section, womens if you’re transfem. You’re gonna find a couple small pieces to help you experiment with dressing outside of your comfort zone, a hat, a men’s shirt or two you like, maybe some pants if they’re not too pricey. Again, if you’re transfem, maybe a skirt, a blouse, get exploratory. Pretend you’re a total passoid if you can’t decide on anything or build interest, but don’t leave without at least one or two things you like the look of to try. If anyone gives you guff when you’re checking out, you tell ‘em it’s for your brother, your boyfriend, your sister, whatever. You can shop online if you have to, but it’ll make returning things more annoying if something doesn’t fit, so you have to promise me you won’t let it discourage you and stop you altogether. Now, here’s what you’re not gonna do: you’re not gonna take the copium and keep wearing what you’ve been wearing your whole life and say you’re doing it in a faggy way or butch way. You’re not gonna see yourself dressed different, unfamiliar and uncertain, and you’re not gonna immediately decide it can’t be you even if it aspires to what you yearn to be. You’re gonna take your time and normalize the idea of dressing and looking ways that you’ve always wanted, and you’re gonna push back against the voice in your head that tells you that you can’t, instead of just trusting it to have your best interests in mind. Got it?

[littlealienproducts]

AI and PDF Crochet Patterns

AI generated images can be great for inspiring projects, but most of the time it's used online to generate revenue for scammers and the like.

Just scrolling through Etsy rn looking for crochet patterns, I've come across several listings (some with false 5 star reviews to boost engagement/trust) where the patterns and images are clearly AI generated and people, unfortunately, have fallen for the listings.

Some of the images might look totally obvious to you, but to the untrained eye they can be convincing.

SOOO, how do you spot AI crochet patterns?

Look at the stitches. Are there pieces that don't seem to stitch into one another? Are the lengths and sizes inconsistent? Some are more obvious than others, but AI fails to replicate consistent textures.

Lighting and saturation. AI images often are vibrant and cartoon-ish. Especially the eyes of projects - usually this is a pretty good giveaway. Additionally, is the image smooth? What's in the background? Does it make sense?

Limited photos on listing. Most legitimate shops are going to have multiple photos of the finished project on the listing - AI is fairly advanced, but not the best at recreating exact images. Does the listing only have one photo? Does it have multiple but with variants between projects (that are meant to be the same)? Are there any videos?

Is it even possible? This can be tricky if you are new to crochet, but as above, take a moment to look at the stitches and the overall shape of the project. Does it look plausable? Especially if they projects say 'no sew'. Additionally, if you have already purchased the pattern - does it tell you how much material you need, and does it make sense? Does it tell you crochet hook size?

Legit photo but AI generated pattern. Sometimes the images are real - but they've been stolen from another creators account and the scam shop has simply asked AI (such as ChatGPT) to write up a crochet pattern. These are less obvious at a glance, but most reputable shops will have social media, consistent themes of crochet projects and reviews with pictures of finished products uploaded by customers.

6. Ok, but what if they use AI but the reviews seem legit? Crochet Baby Duck - this is an AI generated picture and pattern, and while the shop has posted several pictures of the finished project it is clear that it does not match up with the AI generated duck pictured in the listing. The hat, feet, and bill are all different sizes and this is even noted in some of the customer reviews. While this isn't as scammy as straight up using AI generated images/patterns without showing how the finished project looks - it is still taking away from legitimate pattern makers. Being able to design and execute good patterns is a skill, and the prices of legitimate patterns often reflect this. Why does the shop even use AI pictures if they post the real life projects anyway? Cus it drives traffic, and lets be real - the real life plush dolls look no where near as good as the AI images.

This is the same as the walrus - AI generated image and pattern, this is even endoresed by Etsy so you cannot rely on 'Etsy picks' being legitimate as they choose profits over morals.

These patterns are not just limited to Etsy, they are often on Pinterest or websites for 'free' to generate traffic and collect data (asking for your e-mail for the free pattern). Such as this Peacock Crochet IRL figure by u/Echo-o_0 on Reddit.

This is not just limited to crochet, I've seen it in sewing, knitting, and any other PDF downloads that you can purchase or get for free. Unfortunately, it is a simple way for people to make a quick but and face little to no consequences as their store *might* get deleted and even then, they can just start a new one up.

[bleedingoptimism]

Eddie manages the band's TikTok when they are on tour. The content is mostly behind the scenes of them on the road, news about where they will be going next, band practice, jam sessions, etc. The boys have been friends since high school and get along amazingly, like family. But also like shit, just like family. So there are also videos of Eddie laughing while Frank yells at Jeff for farting on his pillow in the tour bus or Eddie filming himself while running as Gareth chases after him for eating the last cookie. HIS last cookie.

The channel is pretty popular even though it doesn't update often. And the links to their merch store and ticket store while on tour, help a lot with the band's expenses. Music being online makes people buy fewer albums and vinyls. And Spotify paying 0,03 cents per song makes being an up-and-coming band that needs money to rent a studio for recording, bus fares, hotel accommodations and to pay the roadies and technicians… kinda hard.

But the TikTok helps! So Chrissy, Eddie's best friend, Gareth's fiance, and their manager, suggests that Eddie keeps the TikTok going while on break from tour.

It doesn't take long to come up with the perfect idea. Restoring Eddie's old van to make it a small house on wheels for road-tripping. But they’ll need a handyman, someone who knows what they are doing.

Luckily, Chrissy has a solution to that. Her cousin Vicky, just came back from traveling the coast on a huge RV with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend and, according to Vicky, the man is an expert. He built the whole thing himself, from the ground up. So Chrissy tells Vicky, who asks Robin, who talks to Steve, and the meeting is set up.

On the day of the meeting, Eddie parks the van outside his place, sits on the back, and hits record on his phone, “Morning!” he says to the camera, squinting one eye as the sun hits his face because it’s actually noon, “I’m gonna do something fun during the tour break and I wanted to take yall with me. You see, ever since I was young, I've had this dream. Well, other than becoming a musician who can live off his music, thank you for that by the way,” he smiles and tips an invisible hat towards the camera. “The second thing I've always wanted is having one of those built-in movin' houses, a little RV, a camping van, you know the ones” he wiggles his brows and moves the phone a little around him, to show where he’s sitting so people know where he’s going with this.

“Sooo I asked a friend of a friend of a friend, who is an expert on making dreams come true, to help me and we are gonna mod my van. My lovely Haley, my faithful baby, who has been with me since the beginning… I'm scared. This dude better be good.” he laughs nervously.

part two -> 📱💞🚙

And then his focus shifts to something behind his phone, “Oh, here he comes now!” he waves enthusiastically and keeps looking, either forgetting he’s still filming his reaction or too distracted to save face, he squints a little and then frowns, blushes and, chuckles nervously again, “Oh no. he’s hot.”

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the lake's shore?

[bloodyrib]

Valentine's Day may be 27 days away, but that doesn't mean you can't celebrate right now! This fic is about your relationship with a certain clown named Art and a romantic getaway. But remember, with him you get roughness and softness, the best of both worlds. This is my first long fic and it's very kinky but I hope you all enjoy! (NSFW 18+, TW for cutting)

Word count: ~6200

It was the Friday before the weekend you had been waiting for. It had been a bit of a struggle to get your boss to accept your time off request, but after some convincing, they finally acquiesced. One weekend off won’t hurt, you thought to yourself, especially after all the hard work you had put in during the holidays. It was the middle of January now, and there weren’t that many customers coming into the department store anyways. 

You were in the breakroom standing by the sink and sipping a cup of coffee when one of your coworkers came in and started chatting with you. You both talked about how nice it was to finally be able to relax a little after the rush of the holiday shopping season. The conversation then shifted to what you were planning to do during your time off. “I’m not entirely sure, I’ll have to see. Do you have any ideas?” you asked, stirring the coffee stirrer in a counterclockwise direction. A grin appeared on your coworker’s face and she responded, “Why don’t you go to The Pines? It’s this hotel up north with great views and the reviews about it were good! My husband and I were doing some searching online for where to go during summer vacation, as we always plan way in advance, and we’re set now! You should definitely go this weekend! A-a-a-nd you can go with your mystery man who you still haven’t told us about and have a nice enjoyable time!” She winked and playfully elbowed you in the arm. You let out a soft chuckle. This mystery man you who had been dating for a few weeks now would remain a mystery to your coworkers for the foreseeable future. You were a private person and didn’t want your nosy coworkers, especially this one, to know who you were dating. Though eventually, they did end up finding out. This time, however, you were with someone that no amount of explaining would make sense to them as to why you were with him. This someone was a clown.

You remember the first time you met Art. It was a cold late December evening and you were washing dishes. You stared out the window and watched the cars pass by on the street. A blanket of snow covered the neighborhood, and everything glowed softly under the warm orange streetlights. You had the same routine everyday: eat dinner at 6 pm, watch whatever was on the television for a few hours, and then go to sleep at 8 pm. Your routine was like a grandmother’s, but you liked it, especially since most of your life you felt like you had lacked one. Life was more in order now. You turned off the faucet and wringed out the sponge when you heard some noise coming from the back of the house. It sounded like someone was going through your trash. You felt a bit uneasy but wiped your hands on your jeans and started walking towards the sliding glass door that faced the backyard. You pushed the curtains back, turned on the outdoor light, and opened the door. What you saw surprised you. 

It was a man dressed in a black and white clown costume covered head to toe in blood sifting through the large recycling bin propped against the side of the house. You noticed a large black garbage bag on the ground next to his enormous clown shoes and wondered if that was your trash bag. When the light came on, he stopped and turned his head to look at you. You saw he had a little black hat on the left side of his head. He also had a little black dot on the tip of his nose. His mouth and eyes, covered in black paint, widened and he looked more shocked and surprised than you. His mouth then turned into a smile, his teeth horribly rotten and yellowed. He took one hand out of the recycling bin and waved to you. The fingerless gloves were stained with a deep red color and his fingers, also stained with the same color, curled up and down repeatedly. 

You didn’t know what to make of this. Halloween had been over for a while now yet here was a person who clearly hadn’t gotten the message and thought it was funny to act in this unsettling manner. You were about to ask him what he was doing and if he needed help when he suddenly stumbled back a bit. He caught himself by grabbing onto the bin with one hand. The clown put his right hand to his head and looked like he was about to faint. You figured he must have been in some sort of bad accident with all of that blood on him, but he seemed overall fine except for some dizziness. As concerned and scared as you were, your heart was telling you to bring him inside and tend to him. Something about him was enticing. For reasons unknown to you, he reminded you of the animals you had taken care of throughout your childhood: the newborn kitten found abandoned in your grandfather’s rose bushes, the baby pigeon with a broken wing underneath your best friend’s treehouse, and the dog found with a sprained ankle in your middle school’s parking lot. You had nursed them all back to health and were considered a healer by your friends and family. Here was someone that needed help, and it felt wrong to leave him outside or spend extra time waiting for the ambulance which could cause his condition to get even worse, as emergency services in your area took a while to arrive anyways. Though there was a lot of blood, his costume seemed intact and his skin had no visible open wounds. None that you could see at least from where you were standing. The clown frowned and lowered his chin, looking at you with pleading puppy eyes, and then wrapped his arms around himself. He started shivering and then pointed past where you were standing, as if asking you to bring him inside. You saw the bloody footsteps leading from the corner of the house up to him, his shoes having left deep imprints in the snow. You gave in and opened the door wider, moving to the side. The clown’s frown turned into a smile and he gently bent down to pick up the garbage bag. He swung it onto his shoulder, wincing a little. When he reached the entrance, he tipped his tiny hat at you, which made you let out a small laugh. He entered inside and you closed the sliding door behind you. 

Art healed surprisingly fast. You thought feeding him your mother’s chicken noodle soup contributed to that, as it had personally healed you from many illnesses and heartaches you had dealt with throughout your life. You figured out slowly he was like a stray cat, completely avoiding water at first, keeping somewhat of a distance from you, bearing his teeth when he was upset, and giving you the occasional bap with his paw, or hand, when you did something he didn’t like. He also came and went as he pleased, sometimes being there on the couch when you came home from work, and other times having disappeared from the house entirely when you woke up. It was irritating at first that he never spoke. It felt like playing a game every time trying to figure out exactly what he wanted, but over time you understood his facial expressions and hand gestures better. You did like how quiet the house remained even with two people in it now. Not even in your wildest dreams did you think that a 6 foot something clown would show up one day in your backyard and then start living with you, but it ended up happening that way. 

Art brought a new routine to your life, one that became centered around catering to his each and every need. You and Art started getting closer over time. He would leave less often and started being more affectionate, curling up next to you while you watched a movie and wrapping his arms around you. You didn’t know his name but called him Clowny or Mr. Clown. You eventually learned that his name was Art when after you and him were done being intimate, he took a scalpel from his trash bag and cut a slit into your forearm, shoved his finger into it, and wrote out each letter onto your naked stomach. This wasn’t the first time he had used his tools on you, as you learned that nothing made him hornier than the sight of your blood. Your body was one thing, its curves and softness enticing to Art in every way, but to see it bleeding from cuts and scratches that he had caused that he would either lick up using his tongue or have you lick up from his fingers was another. You enjoyed how much pleasure you got from pain, with Art acting like a teacher guiding your mind, body, and soul to new levels of arousal and satisfaction. Your brain raced every time he gave you that look, his eyes becoming halfway closed and his mouth turning into a devilish grin, wondering what he had in store for you. You both complemented each other. Like yin and yang. Like the black and white of his costume.

You were finally off from work and in bed in your fluffy grey pajamas. The website for The Pines hotel was open on your laptop. Art was next to you, cutting into a doll he had gotten from somewhere, probably stolen from a neighbor’s kid or toy store, with a pair of scissors. He had a hacksaw and hammer on the blanket between the both of you. He enjoyed playing with and using his tools in made-up scenarios before he fell asleep. Last night, he took a potato from the fridge, drew a smiley face on it with a black marker, and glued pieces of your hair onto it that he had cut off while you were asleep. He kept injecting it with a large syringe, the liquid eventually leaking out and onto the bed, and then stabbed it multiple times with a rusty knife. After he was happy with the potato's makeover, he threw everything into his garbage bag he kept by the bed and passed right out. Like you, he had a nighttime routine, but unlike you, he was a heavy sleeper. Not even a hurricane could wake him up. 

“Why don’t we stay here over the weekend, Art?” you inquired, pointing at the screen and looking over at his direction. He stopped cutting and examined the screen. You explained to him what they offered and went to the section describing the rooms. You scrolled until something caught your eye: the Honeymoon Suite. The room looked beautiful, with pinks and reds all throughout, and there was even a heart-shaped jacuzzi. Your heart fluttered imagining yourself there with Art. The two of you, embracing each other in a bath of bubbles without a care in the world. He sensed your excitement and clapped his hands together, extending his finger and touching the screen while nodding. Your weekend was set. It was time to pack and head to The Pines tomorrow.

You stepped out of the car with your suitcase in hand and looked ahead at the hotel. It was the late afternoon and the sun had already set. The cold air seeped into your jacket and made you shiver. Art was getting his bag from the trunk. He didn’t pack any extra clothes and was in the same costume that he wore when you first saw him, except now it had been washed. You had offered to go to the store and buy him some new clothes, but he declined, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. He didn’t even let you wash his costume again. He was strange, you thought to yourself, but he was yours and you were his. After Art slung the bag over his shoulder, you both headed to the entrance. The hotel was large and reminded you of a ski lodge. Its exterior was eggshell white with pecan brown lines outlining the windows and walls, and the roof was also painted the same brown color. The awning had a sign on the front with the words “The Pines” written in thick black lettering. Two pine trees adorned each side of the sign. As you both walked to the glass lobby door, Art quickly ran forward and opened it for you. He was always chivalrous, something you appreciated and hadn’t seen in any of your exes. You thanked him and entered the lobby, a gust of warm air hitting your face and warming you up immediately. 

You walked to the front desk while Art took a seat at a blue lounge chair, placing his bag in the other chair next to him. Art picked up the orange throw pillow that was on the chair and placed it onto his lap, rubbing his gloved hand up and down on the shiny fabric. The man at the front desk was an older gentleman. His gray hair matched his gray mustache, along with his gray blazer and gray sweater. A gray man indeed. His behavior, however, was anything but dull. He clapped his hands together and exclaimed, “Welcome to The Pines, your very own personal paradise! How can I help you today?” He grinned widely and stared at you, waiting for a response. His name tag read “Mr. Lockwood.” You let out a soft chuckle and responded, “I’m Y/N and I made a reservation yesterday.” Mr. Lockwood clapped his hand together again before searching up your name on the computer. “Ah, I see you’ve booked the Honeymoon Suite! How exciting, a great option indeed! Is your partner here?” You turned around and pointed to Art. Mr. Lockwood looked over at Art and kept his smile. Art looked over at him and waved enthusiastically. Mr. Lockwood let out an uncomfortable chuckle. You quickly said, “We just came back from a…clown convention, yeah! We both had the same outfit on but I got tired of having it on so I changed. Busy day!” You grinned, hoping he would give you the room key already so you could get out of there. Mr. Lockwood glanced again at Art and then looked down at his desk, retrieving the room key. His smile was a bit dimmer than before. He handed it to you saying “Third floor. Once you step off the elevator, walk all the way down. It’s the room at the end of the hall. You two enjoy your stay, and welcome again to The Pines!” 

The Honeymoon Suite looked even better in person. The bed area had pink neon lights built into the white ceiling, making the ceiling and fuchsia-colored walls glow. Thick ruby red curtains adorned the wall behind the bed and the wall-length window past the bed. The floor was covered in soft dark red carpeting, reminding you of velvet. The big circular-shaped bed, underneath a large crystal chandelier, was covered in white cotton sheets adorned with rose petals. Two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne in a steel bucket sat on a small glass cylindrical bedside table. A pink throne armchair with gold trim was near the table. A flat-screen television was on the wall opposite the bed. You looked to your right and saw that the carpeting ended and a floor of white marble started. The heart-shaped jacuzzi was not far from the bed. It was the same deep red as the curtains and encased in white marble with steps leading to the top. Rose petals were strewn everywhere. A box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses in a clear glass vase, and a bottle of bubble bath sat on an ivory-colored cabinet near the jacuzzi. 

You felt your face get hot, thinking about all the fun you and Art would have here. Before you could look at Art to see his reaction, he pushed you to the side and ran to the bed, dropping his bag on the floor and jumping onto the bed on his back, spreading out his arms as he did. You never did get over how tall he was. Even with such a large bed, his feet touched the ground. You laughed as Art picked up the petals from the bed and threw them in the air above him, each one delicately landing on his face and body. He picked up and threw the petals again, overjoyed with how they danced in the air like tiny fairies before landing back down. 

You gazed at him longingly, tilting your head to the side and examining him as if he was an alluring sculpture at a museum. You hadn’t been with him for that long but he had made your life so much better with his mannerisms and love. Even when he had gotten on your nerves, your frustration melted away when he gave you a light kiss on the cheek or placed his strong hands around your waist as you laid on your back and pulled you closer to him, your legs wrapping tightly around his slender frame as he fucked you with so much passion you saw twinkling lights on the ceiling, same as the chandelier lights in this suite. You loved how focused he was, his rich green eyes transfixed on you and making you feel like you were the only person in the entire universe that existed to him. His fingertips gliding gently over your nipples and legs felt like you were being touched by rose petals, smooth and silky against your skin. He reminded you, however, that roses also have thorns. When you were on all fours with your backside pressed against him, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up, turning your head around and made you watch him carve his name into your lower back, adding a heart around the letters. You felt the blood trickle down until it reached his cock, still throbbing in your ass. He pulled it out and reinserted, using the blood as lube, and went faster and faster until you both came at the same time, the cum and blood mix spilling out from you and onto the floor. You were Art’s property, and he marked and used you as he pleased. You were also his serenity, a calming force in his life that had been up to this point chaotic. When he was feeling particularly upset one day, you offered him a gift that you had received from a friend: a cream-colored stuffed bear with a black bow around its neck. His eyes lit up and he took the bear and snuggled his head on it. Art also enjoyed snuggling his head on your chest and listening to the blood pumping in your heart, the rhythmic beats soothing to him and eventually lulling him into sleep. Remembering these moments almost brought tears into your eyes. No one had ever made you feel the way Art did. His complexity attracted you. You trusted him and offered yourself to him fully and completely, a bond that felt stronger than the strongest glue in the world. You came back to your senses when Art turned the television on and started browsing through the channels, one leg crossed over the other and a hand underneath his chin as he watched each show carefully. You brought your suitcase in and closed the door behind you. 

You and Art had just finished watching a cooking competition. Art himself was very competitive, always running ahead of you to get to bed first or frantically shoving your clothes from the dryer into a basket. While watching the show, he would frown when a judge liked the food of a contestant Art didn’t like and silently laughed when another contestant made a mistake. He would get especially excited seeing the knives and even got up from the bed and reached into his bag, pulling out one and pretending to chop vegetables at first, and then walking over to the television and pretending to stab a contestant on the screen. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, placing the knife back into the bag and climbing back in bed. In the end, the contestant that Art liked won, and Art clapped gleefully and bounced up and down. “Aww, look who won! Isn’t that great?” you asked, giving him a hug and placing your head on his shoulder. He placed his head on yours and hugged you back. You turned the television off and got out of bed, placing your feet into the peach-colored hotel slippers on the floor. 

You wanted to finally relax in the jacuzzi. It had been a long drive and your car seats were uncomfortable. Art fiddled with the radio station for the first half of the ride, switching back and forth between channels and settling on one for a little bit before changing it again. You told him to stop and he glared at you and turned to look out the window, clearly upset. You instantly felt bad but remembered you had brought an assortment of coloring books and crayons with you, ones that you had bought from a bookstore after you had caught him coloring the upstairs bathroom mirror with your expensive lipsticks and bottles of foundation. You told Art that you had a surprise for him and pointed to the glove compartment. He raised his eyebrows and opened it, finding the books and crayons and kicking his feet excitedly as he pulled them out. As you drove, he had his right leg on the ground and the left one propped up on the seat, using his knee as a table to color. He placed the coloring books close to his face, doodling intently as if he was a scientist working on a formula. Art enjoyed art, and it made you happy that he was content with simple things like this. He remained occupied the rest of the way. 

Art remained in bed and watched you walk past the jacuzzi and to the bathroom. You opened the door and saw that the bathroom was pearly white, shining in the mirror lights. You changed out of your clothes and put on the robe that hung from a hook on the wall, the silky lavender-colored fabric gliding over your bare arms, legs, and breasts. You looked in the mirror and adjusted your hair before heading out. You were expecting the jacuzzi to have already been full of water and bubbles upon arrival, but understood that everyone had their preferences. It was up to you to set up everything based on what you and Art liked. 

You found the control panel on the right side and pressed the “on” button. The jets started with a loud whooshing sound. Art got startled. “It’s okay! it’s just the jets,” you said reassuringly. You put your hand in the water to check the temperature. You enjoyed scalding hot baths and showers but for the very few times that Art let you wash him, he preferred lukewarm water. You adjusted the temperature setting on the panel. After the water was the right temperature, you poured half of the bottle of bubble bath into the water. A rough estimate on how much to pour would be fine, and there was nothing wrong with having too many bubbles. You checked on Art to see what he was up to. He was fixated again on his tools, admiring a dirty box cutter covered in dried blood. After a while, the tub was full and the bubbles were fluffy and white like clouds. You couldn’t wait to get in. But first, you had to convince Art to get in with you. You had tried to make him take a bath or shower with you many times but the one time that he did, he stood in the far corner of the shower, away from the spray of water from the shower head, and watched you wash yourself before leaving after a few minutes. You were hoping to have more action with him this time around. “Art, come over here baby,” you said in a seductive voice, hoping he would turn his focus away from the box cutter and onto you. He turned to look at you, his facial expression slack. You ran your hands through your hair and over your chest flirtatiously, using a bent finger to beckon him forward. He continued watching you with the same expression when he shifted his gaze to the jacuzzi and saw the bubbles. His eyes grew large and his mouth turned into an O-shape. You noticed and exclaimed, “Yes look, it's bubbles! Come here!” Art dropped the box cutter, which landed on the carpet with a thud, and quickly ran over. 

His eyes glimmered as he watched the bubbles sparkle under the overhead light and bob up and down on the water’s surface like boats. He started popping some of the bubbles and then scooped up a handful, cupping them with both hands before blowing them back into the water. He took more and then turned and blew them towards you, beaming afterwards. You laughed and playfully splashed some water at him. Art put his hands up to block the water but some got onto his costume. His smile faded away and he stared at you, folding his arms across his chest and looking to the side with an upset expression on his face. You sighed and said, “Oh c’mon! No need to pout!” Art didn’t budge. You started to get a little frustrated, but you had to think of a way to get him to be happy again. You glanced over at the jacuzzi and started to untie your robe. It dropped to the ground lightly, and Art gave you a side-eye before facing you. His arms remained folded as he looked you up and down, an ever so slight smile beginning to appear on his face. You climbed into the tub using the stairs and settled into the middle, resting your back along the jutting curve of the heart. The bubbles almost reached to your chin and you used your hands to spread them around. You bit your lip and kept eye contact with him. Art dropped his hands and his eyes became halfway closed, his mouth turning into a devilish grin. You blushed as he started undressing himself.

Art kept his fingerless gloves on. He was fine with getting them wet with all different kinds of liquids and substances. He probably even preferred them to be like that. He bent down to take his shoes off. He rarely took his shoes off and even used to sleep in bed with you with his shoes on, but after he kicked you by accident one night resulting in you landing on your face onto the hardwood floor, you now required him to take them off before going to sleep. He pulled each sock off and flinched a little as he placed his feet on the cold marble floor. Then, Art reached to his back to unzip his costume. You added a string to the zipper after watching him struggle to unzip it before. 

The costume landed on the ground lightly like your robe, and you looked at him up and down like he had done to you. His skin was so pale it was almost glowing and his arms rested at his sides, thin like his legs. His cock was lengthy and thick. You guessed it was somewhere around 9 inches. Your mouth started watering like it did every time you saw it. He tasted like salty cotton candy and metal, and you badly wanted to experience that taste again. Art always kept his hat on however, and hated anyone touching it. One time when he was giving you head, you accidentally pushed the hat off and he immediately stopped, scowling at you and smacking your hand away before readjusting it. He resumed pleasuring you but became even more aggressive, as if it was punishment for messing up the arrangement of his hat. You very much liked it when he got mad and took his frustrations out on you. 

Art now climbed up the marble steps, almost having to tiptoe as they were tiny for his feet. He cast a huge shadow over you before settling into the water on your right side, a bit further than you had expected. Art poked some bubbles with his fingers and used his hands to move the water around. “You like bubbles, don’t you Art? I’ll buy some for you when we get home,” you said, scooting over to him. You extended your arm and set your hand slowly on his shoulder. He nodded his head. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to him swiftly, adjusting you so you sat in his lap with your back against him. 

Art grabbed your breasts from behind and squeezed them while licking your neck, his tongue gliding over your skin like butter and the saliva dripping down onto your collarbone. You let out a soft moan and placed your hands over his, caressing his knuckles as he caressed your nipples. He was getting hard under you, and you shifted your weight and reached down. You started stroking him, his cock veiny and pulsating in your palm. Art took one hand off your breast and grabbed your throat, pulled your head back, and kissed you while shoving his tongue into your mouth. A rush of sweet acidity flooded in and sent a wave of energy through your body. It was like you just had a shot of a powerful energy drink. The tiredness drained from you and you instantly woke up. 

He took his tongue out from your mouth and lifted you by the waist, moving you to the side. He readjusted you to face him and pushed you onto his cock, a crazed look in his eyes. You let out a loud gasp as he thrusted into you. The water started sloshing quickly as you bounced up and down on him, the bubbles moving in a frenzy to different parts of the jacuzzi. Art’s mouth hung open and his eyes were fluttering. The way that he kept pushing deeper and deeper into you, you thought he would go past your stomach and eventually reach your heart. He never ceased to amaze you with his length. You could barely talk, the only thing escaping from your lips were sounds of pleasure. After some time, you glanced past Art and looked at the closed bathroom door. Your eyes were getting blurry and your face was boiling, a sign that you were about to climax. You started bouncing on Art’s cock faster. The water and bubbles were spilling out of the jacuzzi now, landing loudly onto the floor. You had to remember to be careful when stepping out of the tub and to not slip and fall. He had shifted his hands from your throat to your ass and then to your waist, squeezing you harder and harder. His grip on you had become painful, but the smirk that was plastered on his face made you even more wet. Your eyes locked onto Art’s eyes. They shone like emeralds in a sea of milk. You felt yourself getting lost in them, a world that he only gave you access to. A world where it was only you and him. Your breathing became more rapid until finally you orgasmed, letting out a cry while holding onto Art's shoulders. Panting, you wiped the sweat from your forehead. 

Art pulled his cock out of you and got up. He stood over you like a giant, holding his dripping member in his hand and pointing to it, meaning he wanted you to suck it. You moved closer to him and got on your knees, pressing your lips to his swollen head and parting them open. He silently gasped. The taste of soap, cum, and some of your juices mingled in your mouth as you started to roll your tongue over his head and along his shaft. Thick saliva dripped down your chin and hands as you took more of him inside your mouth. 

You then used your right hand to bring his balls closer to you, playing with each one with your tongue and fingers, while your left hand jacked him off. Art’s eyes were now at the back of his head and he almost stumbled backwards but stabilized himself. You inserted his cock back to your open lips and just as you were about to continue sucking him, he shoved it to the back of your throat roughly and you gagged, tears forming in your eyes. Art pulled it out and gave a menacing look, then silently laughed and pointed mockingly at you. He grabbed the top of your hair and rammed his cock again into your mouth, but this time even farther until you felt that the tip had reached your esophagus. He pulled it out once more and you fell back a little into the water. You almost threw up but realized you were aroused again, the throbbing sensation between your legs having reignited like a wildfire. Art took great pride in pushing you to your limits and beyond. He knew you could take it and more like the good plaything that you were. 

You started to reach down between your legs with one hand when Art grabbed you by the arm and dragged you back up to him. He pried your mouth open with his hands and stuck his cock into your mouth once more, going back and forth rapidly as if your face was a fleshlight. You tried to pull back to get air but he pinched your nostrils shut with one hand and grabbed the back of your head tightly with the other. Art bared his teeth like a rabid animal, his eyes dancing wildly with madness. His prey drive was heightened, and he made sure he ravaged you like the ferocious predator he was. The room started becoming darker as the lack of oxygen was starting to affect you. Art then let go of your nose and pulled his cock out abruptly, causing you to fall back fully into the water. The soapy water rushed into your nose and you immediately got up, coughing and sputtering. As you were trying to collect yourself, Art moved towards the cabinet, tossing the roses from the vase and onto the floor before smashing it on the cabinet top. You screamed, “Art what are you doing?!” He grabbed a shard of broken glass and came towards you. Before you could react, he bent down and slashed your left cheek with the glass, causing you to wince and put your hand to your face. It hurt like hell. 

You saw him standing there grinning, his chest moving up and down rapidly, while holding a bloody piece of glass. His cock was twitching and his eyes had a tint of red to them. You felt blood gushing from the wound and tried your best to stop the bleeding. Art started stroking his cock and came on your cheek, the cum seeping into the cut. You let out a yelp as it stung. He continued to cum and spread it around, decorating your face until it looked like a frosted cake. Art looked extremely happy. He used his thumb to wipe the blood and cum from your cut, inserting it into your mouth after. You held onto his hand while licking it clean, the intoxicating flavors dancing on your tastebuds. You both kept eye contact with each other. When he felt you had cleaned it thoroughly, Art removed his thumb from your lips, a line of spit trailing, and booped the tip of your nose with his index finger. He used the same hand to pat your head, something he always did after he was satisfied with your performance. You watched him slowly turn, walk out of the tub, and grab a towel to dry himself off. After putting on his costume, socks, and shoes, he sauntered over to the bed, sat criss-crossed, and turned the television on. It was another cooking competition and you saw Art clap his hands in excitement. 

You decided to stay in the jacuzzi a bit longer, laying back and gazing up at the ceiling, a small sigh escaping your lips. You were beyond exhausted but felt more alive than ever, a wave of contentment washing over you. You put a finger to the cut on your face. It had stopped bleeding and the pain had subsided. You weren’t sure how you would explain to your coworkers and boss on Monday where you got that cut from. You could come up with an excuse about how your sister’s tabby cat scratched your face, or you could say you were trying to get a knife unstuck from tape on a package and you accidentally sliced your cheek. Either way, you didn’t have to worry about that now. You and Art still had another day at The Pines. You started thinking about what Art would do to you tomorrow, and you felt blood rush to your face. Mr. Lockwood was right. Here, it really was your very own personal paradise. ♡

[levisrations]

Modern! Levi x reader fluff

Warnings: none? A cat wearing a birthday hat? Certainly a lot of mistakes.

Levi has gotten cakes on his birthday, but always store bought. This year you baked and decorated it yourself. First year of your relationship you took notes of his favorite flavors and searched for a recipe online that blends in his favorite flavors into cake. You didn’t wanna make him a simple vanilla or chocolate cake, you wanted him to feel seen, even with something as simple as cake.

He gets home from work, and you’re waiting for him in the kitchen with the cake, a few balloons, his presents and a homemade banner. You and your shared cat even have hats on! As soon as he steps in the kitchen looking for you he stops in his tracks, shocked. No one besides his mother has done something like this for him. At most he’s been taken to a dinner with some friends but nothing more. To be honest he hated the attention but he’s the best man you know and he deserves this level of attention at least once. And it’s just you and him in your home so he’s not being ambushed. Well and your cat, who’s being surprisingly good with the hat on right now.

Levi can’t come up with anything to say, he’s just so surprised. He knows this took some time especially that cake. He hasn’t cried in a long time and it’s the first time since he’s felt the need to cry out of happiness in god knows how long. So he just hugs you tight, mutters his “thank yous” and “i love you so much” into your neck. Now you’re crying for real. You tell him how grateful you are for him, glad he exists and glad you know him, especially in such an intimate level.

He opens his gifts, a nice watch, some very comfortable and expensive sweatpants (Levi likes good quality stuff, he rarely shops for himself for that reason) and a nice whiskey. He loves them all, gives you a big deep kiss, hand behind your head keeping you there, then a bunch of little kisses all over while you giggle. He also gives the cat a kiss on the head.

You both sit and eat the cake, he loves it. While you eat you talk about your days, you tell Levi the plan of watching whatever he wants on the couch, after a nice long shower together, and he puts in his new sweatpants and you both cuddle with your cat on the big ass couch you bought for the place, and fall asleep hours later under some warm blankets.

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[schlattsdoll]

just saw your post from the 31st.

loverboy schlatt, i implore you. makes public playlists for you which are discreetly named. researches songs from genres you like and looks for love songs in those genre. he hears 'lovers rock' by tv girl (offtopic, he has tv girl in his playlist mr serotonin) on tiktok and immediately adds it after lyrically analyzing the entirety of the song. will deep-dive any cutesy song he hears and adds the songs he thinks you would like/relate to the best. looks for acoustic versions of them. loverboy schlatt who listens to malevolent creation because he misses you, and listening to them reminds him of the shirt he let you borrow with the band name on it.

loverboy schlatt who watches video essays on your interests and indulges in them, even if theyre off his radar. window-shops in online stores for things you would like.

loverboy schlatt who is whipped about his partner/crush and wants to become a better person for them. loverboy schlatt who buys you sanrio stickers. loverboy schlatt who asks you which is your favorite sanrio character, and surprises you with merch of them. loverboy schlatt whos favorite is badtz maru. loverboy schlatt who looks for merch of his and your favorites together.

loverboy schlatt who lets you win in mario kart. will notsoaccidentally hold A longer than he has to at the beginning of the race. loverboy schlatt who lets you pick the cup, even if he hates it. loverboy schlatt who lets you pick the CC without complaints, even though he loves 200CC with all he has. loverboy schlatt who will play your characters love interest or best friend. play peach? he'll play mario. if you ask, he just likes mario. he'll never admit how much he loves you.

loverboy schlatt. loverboy schlatt. loverboy schlatt.

(🐏 or 🪤 anon if you dont mind!)

🐏, your brain is unmatched!!!!

loverboy schlatt, who has a very strict "driver picks the music" mentality, but lets you play whatever you want when you're his passenger

loverboy schlatt who lets you decorate his car, and "your side" of it, with whatever you like just so hes reminded of you.

loverboy schlatt, who "accidentally" leaves clothes of his at your place just so you can have a piece of him when you miss him.

loverboy schlatt who keeps a polaroid of you in his signature yankee hat.

and his dashboard.

and his wallet.

loverboy schlatt <333

[euphoricfilter]

if we were to live among the stars:

pairing: carpenter! yoongi x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || hybrid au || established relationship

summary: a story of the compulsory new christmas bauble

word count: 1.6k

tags/warnings: tooth rotting fluff, they’re kinda just in love it’s sickening, christmas!!!!

notes: this is connected to this universe, however can be read as a standalone <3

navigation where you can find my other work!!

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there were a few times a year the shop got slightly out of hand. christmas being one of those times.

yoongi would like to hope that with every year that passes, he’d be slightly more prepared for the influx of people that take an interest in his craft. but alas, another year comes around and he’s close to losing his mind with how much work needs to get done before he can rest until new year.

the both of you have slowly worked out a system. christmas is the one time of year yoongi never feels guilty recruiting you as his little helper. and on brand, he likes to indulge in a new costume for you to wear each year around the shop. the elf had been his favorite; naturally so because it was fitting for the occasion.

so many years of christmas costumes tucked away in the storage room. last year he’d convinced you to be a reindeer, not without complaint from you, the little antler headband knocking against your poor little bunny ears. which he pet in apology that night until your fallen asleep on his lap and he’d had to carry you to bed.

this year, it was you who had convinced him to match with you.

you’d wanted to be Ms Claus, which of course meant yoongi would dress as Santa. the beard had come off less than an hour of him working, frustrated huff passing his lips before it’d been dropped onto the slowly growing pile of wood on the floor.

although christmas was simultaneously yoongi’s least favorite holiday (simply because it meant so much more work, and less attention directed at you), he couldn’t help the most gentle smile that would grace his lips when he’d glance over at you every so often. your tongue dipping past soft lips as you concentrate painting each of the small ornaments for him.

always utterly determined to strive for perfection, because the work you produced was a reflection on yoongi’s shop, and you wanted everyone to know he was simply the best at his craft. that christmas wasn’t the only time of year they should bother pottering through the door, or checking what he had on the online store.

“almost done for today, my love” he murmurs, back of his hand wiping the sweat from under the fluff of his santa hat.

you pause, paintbrush hovering over the small wooden christmas tree as you glance up at the clock.

“but it’s only 3” you turn to look at him, eyes flickering over his face.

he hums, “we’re almost done with orders…” yoongi pauses, tongue wetting his bottom lip, “and we haven’t done any of our own christmas shopping yet”

you blink, nodding “yes”

“i sense a but” he narrows his eyes at you

“but… your work is important” you tell him, gently placing the paintbrush on the wooden pallet he’d made you.

“our work” he corrects, “and i know that but… we haven’t gotten each other anything yet. plus, we still need to get out compulsory new baubles for the tree”

you shake your head at him, “i told you i don’t need anything this year”

“but that’s doesn’t mean i don’t want to treat you” he argues

“save your money for something better”

he drops the chisel on the table, clank of it ringing in your ears.

“my love” he takes a step closer to you, crouching down beside your bed of blankets and pillows, “there is no ‘better’ than you”

you sigh, “i thought you were saving up for a new shop” it comes out barely above a whisper.

he falls back so he’s sitting, fingers slipping between your own.

“it can wait”

“but you’ve been talking about it for months”

“and?” his fingers squeeze yours

“and… don’t spend money on me because then you can save up quicker” you shake your head, “i’m more than happy just spending time with you, you know that”

he hums, tugging you forward. his eyebrows crease when your knee almost tips the paint water over your blanket, quick to help you step over it until you’re sat in his lap.

“i know, baby” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “i’m having second thoughts on the new shop”

you pause for a moment, “pardon?”

your eyes are wide as you look up at him, “but yoongi—“

he groans, head tipping back so he can avoid your eyes, “i know, i know. i’ve yapped on about it for months”

“then what changed?”

“you”

you blink at him, “me?”

“yeah, you” it isn’t accusatory, never would be and you doubt it ever will. because yoongi would never be able to bring himself to blame you for anything.

“why me?”

“look at us” he gestures between the both of you, “we’re happy. and we worked so hard for this place, it’s home”

“we can make home in another place” you murmur, “don’t give up your dream because of me”

“it’s just—“ he starts, eyes flickering across your face as he tried to find the right words, “i’ve had enough for that place i was looking at for months… i was going to call the guy who’s selling it but i couldn’t bring myself to do it”

“why?” you whisper, perhaps scared you’d ruin the mellow vulnerability if you spoke too loud.

“because this is us” he motions around the shop, “it would crush me to move us and then hate it, for me to walk into a new shop every single day and the warm feeling in my heart to never be there again” he tells you, “because you wouldn’t be able to nap on the window ledge, and we wouldn’t be able to walk down the street for coffee and your ice cream. years of you building up this—“ he points to your pile of blankets, pillows scattered how you like them, “would all be gone and it wouldn’t be the same”

“if you’re sure” you nod, “but if you change your mind—“

“i won’t” he stops you, “i know this is everything i need”

“and what if you need a bigger space?”

he groans, “i’ll throw away a table, i don’t know, it doesn’t matter. as long as it’s us and this shop then it doesn’t matter i’m happy”

“okay” you swallow, “i didn’t really want to leave anyways”

“why didn’t you tell me?” his fingers skim along the base of your bunny ears.

“because i’m not here to hold you back” you say, “i told you, where ever you go, i’ll be right behind you. because i trust you more than you’ll ever know”

“what if you were unhappy?” he runs a hand over his face.

“a piece of me will always be happy as long as we’re together. wether we stay here forever, or live among the stars with no one but us; i would be happy”

a smile quirks onto your lips as tears glaze over his eyes, the raw sort of love, all consuming, crazed, the kind of love that fills you up and threatens to spill out of every pore, so much contained within one fragile human body squeezing at yoongi’s heart as he looks at you.

his hands wander, over your shoulders and up to hold your cheeks, “okay”

“okay” you parrot, leaning into his touch.

“merry christmas” he leans forward, stealing the words from your tongue as he kisses you, ever so gentle and sweet.

“merry christmas” you whisper against his lips, quick to press a quick kiss before pulling away a little, “i might have already gotten our compulsory new bauble”

“without me?” his smile drops, eye brows furrowing

“we can get another one… but think of it as an early christmas gift”

you slip out of his lap, slinking over to your bag hung up by the door, fingers slipping past the zipper. yoongi can hear the paper bag crinkle between your fingers as you hold it behind your back, quick to sit beside him.

he turns his body to face you, knees knocking against yours.

you look down at the paper bag in your hands, mild hesitance painting your posture, sure to have so many thoughts running through your mind as you hand it over to him, not daring meet his eyes as he holds it.

“i like everything you get me” he reminds you at your clear nervous display.

“i know… but it still scares me” you admit

he lets the paper bag fall into his lap as he tugs your hands to hold his, “i love you”

your head tilts up to look at him, “i love you too but i don’t see—“

he stops you, finger pressed to your lips “i love you which means anything you’re willing to give to me will mean the world”

you frown, “open it then” you murmur

his hands slip from between yours, delicate as they unfold the paper bag.

a laugh bubbles up his throat at the sight of it, pure joy simmering beneath his skin as he holds it up in front of his face: a little wooden heart, a photo of the two of you sat prettily in the cut out.

he doesn’t remember when the photo was taken, but he remembers what you’d told him seconds before the shutter had captured that singular moment in time, locked in stasis forever.

“let’s love each other in every life, okay?”

because he remembers telling you that is the only way he planned to live, big smile on his face as you kiss his cheek.

“i love it” he whispers, eyes glued to the ornament like it were the most precious thing he had ever had the chance to hold, “i love you”

you smile, “i love you… merry christmas yoongi”

he lowers the bauble, “merry christmas, my pretty little love”

[penvisions]

by the firelight {jack daniels x reader}

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Reader

Summary: You enjoy a rustic dinner with your sweet cowboy.

Word Count: 637

Warnings: food, consumption of food, teasing banter, established relationship, hint of spice, nothin' too serious!

A/N: this was such a fun lil thing to make for the charcuterie board challenge hosted by @happypedrohours. i got jack and gouda for my wonderful pairing and i hope i did it justice!

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The heat from the campfire is sweltering; causing sweat to bloom in the backs of your knees, across the brow of your forehead, the spaces beneath your chest. All of your skin sensitive to the touch as it doesn’t seem to cool down like the man tending to the pot over the fire had claimed. The sun was setting but yet it wasn’t take the heat along with it, if anything it was only settling lower to the land.

“Food should be ready in a few, just want the cheese to get all crispy on top. Know you like a good crunch, don’t you sugar?” The twang of the man’s voice pulls you from your reverie, eyes lifting from the flames licking at the bottom of the grill plate and to the broad stretch of his shoulders in a plain white shirt. The man in question is turned to face you, the profile of his face stark against the brightness lighting him up from behind. His brow is raised in a teasing manner, his lips quirked up equally so.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh c’mon, sugar. This was the only time we could get away and you know it.”

You purse your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of agreement. But he was right, the ranch was busier than ever. His rodeo shows selling out and putting extra work on everyone, summer settling in nicely as the solstice finally dawns the season. It would be a busy one, his name making papers and articles online, everyone clamoring for a piece of the ‘Cowboy Wonder’, his photos holding his own atop a bucking horse everywhere bringing families and fawning women in droves.

The sharp scent of smoked chipotle catches your attention as it wafts in the steam from the closed pot, your face showing surprise. You knew he had run to the store that morning as you lay in bed, tired from the long workday of tending to the horses and then riding your own, both in the show and in the privacy of your shared home. The deal was you gather and keep track of the camping supplies while he gets the food and packs up the truck.

“Is that…?”

“Smoked chipotle gouda, you betcha!”

“Jack…” You can’t help the whine of your voice, that particular cheese was expensive. He had the money, you both did, but while you did enjoy the simple things in life, that was beginning to slowly shift as gifts and endorsements rolled in, ticket sales skyrocketing and higher cuts added to your checks. The ranch you worked for doing their best to keep you both happy as they gained renown.

But Jack is standing, placing the pot onto the small camping table he had set up beside the fire for him to chop and mix up stuff. His trademark stenson placed on the picnic table your seated at as he sidles up close to you. His large, calloused hands are cupping your face and his eyes are trained solely on you even as the sounds of the campsite ramp up all around, it truly was dinner time. You melt, much like the beloved cheese over what you were sure was his mother’s famous chili recipe bubbling in the pot. The flare of worry at the minor fortune spent on something he knew you liked waning as you feel him press a comforting kiss to your forehead, the hat you donned already removed.

“Only the best for my sugar. Nothing else will do.” He’s pressing his lips to your cheek, moustache tickling but you couldn’t care less as heat begins to consume you from the inside out. The feel of his hands around your waist, the press of his chest to your own, the breath he’s sharing with you now, all of it was worth it. The heat of the day turns into the heat of two bodies as the sun dips even lower, casting periwinkle and cotton candy pink streaks across the evening sky.