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Losing Game

PAIRING - Felix x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - If your teasing is infuriating, Felix's is something akin to Wonderland - trapping your mind in a haze of desire, spiraling you into madness with just a few caresses and kisses. He won't allow you to push too far without pushing back with everything he has, and everything just means pulling your strings until you've admitted defeat. You're playing a losing game with a man who knows such things a little too well.

WORDCOUNT - 4.2k

WARNINGS - Fluff, Suggestive (Borderline NSFW so 18+), Established Relationship, LOTS of Teasing, Felix is the biggest tease this side of the galaxy, but so are we

A/N - Y'all don't look at me, this was meant to be a tooth-rotting fluff piece but Boyfriend!Felix is too much fun to write I swear I blacked out typing the majority of this, idk where I went wrong-💀 Anyway... Happy Felix day!!🎉

Felix is adamant that the scent of one of his favoured candles is what coaxed him out of his slumber, though the 9:00 AM sunlight may be the real culprit. It bleeds through the sheer curtains of the shared bedroom, softened by the cascading polyester. Brown eyes glare back in a mess of displeasure, thin lips curving into a frown at the audacity of twilight breaking into day only hours prior. He stretches against the sheets, limbs popping in protest of their owner's insistence. Felix glares a moment longer, the muscles in his face twitching as the luminary beams back. A great sigh is released and eyelids flutter closed, rolling onto his opposite side to keep the blasted sun at bay.

Long legs kick outward, connecting with a mountain of soft plush at the foot of the bed. Dark brows furrow. That's not meant to be there...

Before Felix can tilt his head downward, the canopy of flat sheets above catches sleep-riddled eyes. He rolls onto his back, gazing at the woven sheets with a furrowed brow. They fall off to one side of the bed frame, a makeshift wall made up of carefully crafted horizontal and vertical threads, the entrance to the bedroom just a shadow beyond. The entirety of the mattress is encased by blankets, dimly lit by the warm glow of fairy lights hanging from it's ceiling. Stiff arms push against the mattress, the few rays of sunlight that's allowed in warming the bare skin of his wrist.

A blanket fort; erected over the course of the early morning by determined hands. A sanctuary.

Brown optics shift to the foot of the bed where that plush mountain sits beneath bare feet. The collection of pillows aren't just from the bed, Felix notes, but from every other room in the apartment. They most definitely weren't there when he crawled into bed with you late last night, he knows that much. The man can't help the sly grin that pulls his lips, shaking his head as he presses an open palm against one eye. An attempt to rub the sleep away.

The bedroom door opens with a creak, quiet footsteps padding over hard-wood floors. There's the sound of dishes clanking and utensils screeching against plates, a mumbled curse that leaves hushed lips. Felix has to hold in his chuckle, following the human-shaped shadow behind the sheets with groggy eyes. He smirks once you emerge on his side of the bed.

"Morning, Sleepy Head."

You're balancing two plates on one forearm, two bottles of water in your other hand. You managed without much issue, handing Felix a bottle and setting the other on the nightstand along with the plates. He eyes the grub on the plate; a simple breakfast for two. He takes a swig from the bottle, his attention naturally falling back to you. Especially when you hop onto his side of the bed, mischievous grin on your lips.

You shift your weight from your bum to your knees, crawling up the bed until your hands splay on either side of your boyfriend's hips, fingers pressing into the mattress. Felix's eyes narrow at your actions, a wry grin settling on his face as the proximity between you two dwindles.

"Happy Birthday." You murmur, so low as the purring of a feline near their person. It earns you a wider grin, Felix's gaze traveling downward as he takes you in. He hums.

"Thank you, Babe." Sleep holds his vocal chords in it's clutch, that deep rasp like music to your ears. Those eyes linger on your lips, waiting for you to lean in just a bit further.

"Is that all?" He asks, his voice taking on that teasing tone. A smirk crosses your face in response, leaning in until your nose is nuzzling his.

"Maybe... maybe not..."

You're so close that your lips ghost over his with every word. This is familiar; the teasing. The man tilts his head back against the headboard, impatient to your featherlight caresses and your body heat seeping into him. The chuckle you release only aids that.

You know what he's waiting for. He's waiting for you to initiate things.

A slight tilt of your head brings you closer to the bareness of his neck and you press your face into him, breathing him in. It's less to tease him and more to satisfy your own need to be close, but when he tilts his head toward your ear, you can't help but leave a kiss behind. Felix bites his lip, lashes fluttering.

"I wonder... what else you have in mind." He whispers. You only continue to press kisses along his throat - soft and tender, grinning against tanned skin at the subtle bob of his Adam's Apple - lingering there for a moment longer. Brown eyes close as you pepper more up the side of his neck, his chest rising and falling with the uptick of his pulse. You pause with one last kiss behind his left ear, nuzzling the shell of it with your nose.

"Your breakfast is getting cold."

God, you're infuriating...

Brown eyes lock on yours when you pull away and Felix huffs a laughter of disbelief, watching as you lean over and reach for the plates on the nightstand. You hand him one of the two, fingers brushing over one another at the exchange.

"You do know it's my birthday, right?" He questions, arching a brow. Your eyes dance with unbridled mischief as you bring the utensil to your mouth.

"Mhm, and you, my Pretty Boy, are staying under the shelter of this blanket fort with me all day."

"Mm, I didn't agree to that."

"You tossed and turned through the entire process of it's construction, not to mention I almost stepped on you." You point the prongs of your fork at him in warning. "You're staying in here even if I have to tie you down."

"Oh? Is that what you had in mind?"

You hand connects with a sturdy chest, mumbling a shut it as you swallow your food. Felix just chuckles, finally digging into his own helping. A moment passes of quiet solitude, forks scratching and tapping against stoneware. His gaze flits to you every few minutes as he takes in the work you'd done.

"This is pretty impressive, I've gotta admit." He says, poking at what little remains on his plate. "What made you land on 'blanket fort date' as my birthday gift?"

You shrug, setting your own empty dish to the side.

"I don't know. Just thought you needed this before tour starts. I know that as much as you love what you do, it can be stressful." You shift your weight on the bed, settling in beside your Lover. "That, and I wanted you to myself before our relationship is diminished to text bubbles and video calls for eight months."

You don't even care that you're both grown-ass adults getting cozy under a blanket fort like you're still in grade-school. To other people, maybe this is considered childish. To Felix? He didn't care as long as you were here with him. The two of you were children at heart anyways, and with a hectic schedule coming up, he was more than content to just lay here and do everything and nothing with you.

Brown eyes meet yours instinctually, a tilt of the head and thin lips.

"I know the distance sucks. Eight months will be here and gone before we can blink, though." Felix murmurs. He places both plates on the bedside table just as you rest your head against his shoulder, your eyes drifting shut with a long sigh.

"I know, it's just... it's difficult. I just want you to have a memory to think of me while you're away."

You mumble into his skin, nuzzling your face into his arm. Felix reaches for your hand, slotting your fingers with his before bringing them up to press a lingering kiss to your knuckles. He feels you smile against his skin, pulling away to glance up at him.

"Plus, you're adorable when you're flustered."

"Flustered? Me? When?"

I have cold, hard evidence, Mister! Don't even try to deny it."

A scoff leaves your boyfriend's lips, eyebrows arching incredulously.

"And where is this cold, hard evidence?"

"Right here," You tap an index finger to your temple, a smirk taking over your face. "video surveillance of Lee Felix anticipating a Birthday kiss from his Lover, loses his mind when teased. Not Clickbait!"

"Not clickb- get over here, you!"

You squeal when Felix reaches for you, your eyes bright with amusement. He snatches at your wrist, just missing your when you smack his hand away and shuffle towards the foot of the bed as a means of escape. You know this game well, and you know how he plays. Before you can throw anymore shade, a hand catches the crook of your knee and pulls you back towards the headboard.

"Felix!" You shriek, falling back into the plush cloud of pillows and sheets. You're still attempting an escape when he comes to hover over you. Anticipation dances within your eyes.

"I'm gonna have to see this supposed evidence, you know, for research purposes." He says, a teasing lilt in his tone. His hand finds the bare skin of your thigh, welcoming goosebumps in it's wake. You hum, a lighthearted chuckle leaving upturned lips.

"Research purposes, huh?" You reach a hand up to sweep those unruly strands from his face, fingers scratching softly at the back of his scalp. Felix smirks, humming an affirmative that almost sounds like a purr. He leans in, voice low as he stares you down in mock seriousness.

"Of course! They're gonna need a thesis statement!"

"Who?" You scoff, arching a brow.

"Judge and jury, obviously."

The sound of laughter erupts from your lips, your free hand pressing against his chest.

"Obviously." You muse, fingers trailing through golden tresses. "The jury of public opinion... I'm sure you've got some good things to say about me, hm?"

His eyes twinkle with something familiar; that soft admiration that he holds for you. The smile on his face broadens.

"You know I do." Felix's voice is low, teasing, and playful. His gaze heats your skin the longer he stares, deepening pools that pull you in. He dips down, lips brushing yours in a moment of sweet hesitation.

Or, perhaps... he's just teasing like you did.

Your words come out in a whisper through parted lips, grinning at your circumstances.

"Go on, then."

You barely have time to finish your sentence before Felix presses his lips to yours in a heated kiss. One hand finds it's way to the crook of your jaw and your neckline, tilting your head with a delicate touch. Your pulse races even as he takes his time, the heat from his body intoxicating to your senses. You can feel the tension grow with every movement that's made, the soft caresses and slow kisses a reminder that this game of cat and mouse continues.

And right now, the Birthday Boy is winning.

The hand on your jaw falls back to your thigh, slipping higher that before. Your mind blanks, wandering hands gripping onto the fabric of his T-shirt. Just as you're about to throw the ball back in his court, Felix shifts back, allowing both of you to catch your breath.

"Judge, jury... and executioner?" Your voice is hushed, the words a breath against slightly swollen lips. That earns you a chuckle, his fingers slipping under your shirt as your arms trail up to protruding collarbones. They splay over your skin, over curves and muscles that tense with every gentle caress.

"If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man, Love."

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as your head sinks back against the pillows, your arms snaking around his neck. Felix allows you to pull him down with little argument, no hesitation to lock lips this time. Your fingers curl through soft locks, nails running down the nape of his neck in just the right way that ushers forth a shudder from the man above you. He nips at your bottom lip in retaliation, smirking at the sigh you release.

All thoughts of anything aside from each other slip away as one of your hands slide down the expanse of his chest, fingers twitching with a newfound need. There is nothing else. No one else but the two of you, tangled up in one another. Hearts race as the minutes stretch on. Needy hands pull you closer, squeezing whatever bare flesh is available to them. You break away from him, lips parting in heavy pants and desperation. Felix doesn't stop though, capturing your lips in another long kiss.

Any sly moves you'd thought up to get the upper hand are completely and utterly trampled once he deepens the kiss, hips pressing into your own. You accommodate him, sliding a leg up, hooking around his thigh to pull him closer. If that were even possible. Sleep shorts rustle against skin, hiking higher and higher with every shift.

If your teasing is infuriating, Felix's is something akin to Wonderland - trapping your mind in a haze of desire, spiraling you into madness with just a few caresses and kisses. He won't allow you to push too far without pushing back with everything he has, and everything just means pulling your strings until you've admitted defeat. You're playing a losing game with a man who knows such things a little too well.

Felix's lips leave yours, his teeth nipping at the corner of your mouth and chin before trailing lower to the skin of your jaw and neck. If this keeps up, you don't see an end in sight.

"Lix," You breathe, biting back a moan at his teeth grazing against your pulse point. Your fist clinging on his shirt presses against his chest and Felix lets up, muscles flexing under your touch. Brown eyes find yours, pupils blown in a haze of passion and lust.

"What, what's wrong?" His heart is beating out of his chest as he sucks in air through parted lips. Dark brows furrow, his head tilting at your insistence to stop.

"Nothing," You release his shirt, patting the wrinkles from the fabric. You shake your head. "I just... I left your cake out on the counter."

You already know the response you're about to get, a Cheshire smile taking over as he leans in again.

"I was just getting to that, wasn't I...?"

Wandering hands slide high enough to grab at your bum and you chuckle. Your fingers flex, gripping around lean forearms. Your calf is still hooked around one of his thighs and your eyes burn with some sort of trickery.

Gaining that upper hand.

You're quick about it, pulling your leg back with just enough strength to swap places with him on the bed. Felix just stares up at you, unfazed by your actions. In fact, you're sure he expected it. The fairy lights warm his face, sparkling in the glaze of his dark gaze.

"Cheeky," You mutter, giving him one last kiss before you climb off of his lap and out of bed. "I'll be back. Don't leave this room or there'll be consequences."

"Alright, alright." He says, and you catch the smirk on his face. His brows raise in anticipation when your eyes lock, your threat lingering in the air. An empty threat. The dirty dishes clatter together as you collect them and take your leave, your footsteps fading down the hall. The mattress dips as he shifts, pulling himself up against the headboard. Felix can't help the broad smile that follows, a contented sigh leaving his lungs.

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"You're bringing that in here?!"

"Babe, just blow out the candle."

You settle on the edge of the bed. Two plates in both hands. Two slices of birthday cake, one with a single candle sitting pretty atop the icing. The flame dances in a make up of hydrogen and carbon, flickering when you shift it closer to him. Felix eyes the plates, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he straightens up with a groan. The flame is blown out in one short, heavy breath, the smell of sulfur assaulting your nose.

You hand him both plates, sliding into bed with ease. You situate yourself so you're facing your boyfriend, moving a few pillows behind you to get more comfortable. By the time you focus your attention back on the Birthday Boy, himself, he's already pulled the candle from his slice, digging into the sweet treat.

"Uh, Felix?"

"Hmm?"

He's so shameless in his indulging, mouth full. Icing smudges the corner of his mouth as he hums in approval. You eye the plate sitting on the other side of him - the slice of cake you'd cut for yourself - with a small smile on your lips, holding a palm out in waiting. Brown eyes follow that gaze, pushing the slice of sweetness out of your sight with a sly grin.

"You know, just because it's your birthday doesn't mean I have to play nice all day..." You mutter, eyes narrowing.

All that gets you is a snort of amusement.

"Mm, see, that's where you're wrong, Love." He says, leaning back against the headboard. The fork pierces through his slice a third time, ready and waiting on silver prongs for when he's finished this argument. "You see, it's my birthday. And since it's my birthday, you have this reputation to uphold of being the world's Angel. Especially on my birthday."

The smirk on his face only grows.

"Keep saying birthday and the word will become redundant." You sound annoyed but you're unable to bite back your own smirk while you hold his gaze.

"Have I mentioned it's my bir-" He grunts, chuckling as he soothes the shoulder where your fist connects, "Alright, alright! Gee, didn't know my Baby had a nasty right hook."

"You think that's good, you haven't felt my left." You glare half-heartedly, holding out your hand again. Fingers twitch impatiently. And Felix just stares back, that smirk stuck on quirked lips. After a minute of just this - staring at one another, trying your hardest to not get caught up in staring longingly at your boyfriend - you huff, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Felix rolls his eyes, setting both plates on the nightstand before he reaches forward to pull you into his lap.

"Forget the cake, alright? You spent all morning making this-" He gestures to the blankets and flat sheets that hang above the bed, hiding the two of you away, "-even though you didn't. Need. To. Let me make it up to you."

"You could make it up to me by letting me have my slice of cake that's dying to be eaten." You chirp, reaching for your plate with a hint of a smile. But as over-the-top as Felix is, he catches your hand mid-air, lacing his fingers with yours. You groan in response, letting your face fall into the soft cotton that envelopes his chest and torso. His chest moves with the lighthearted chuckle it produces and you swear your brain short-circuits.

"Here I am trying to be a loving and appreciative boyfriend, yet all you care about is food!" He chastises, listening for that scoff that he could always draw from you after such remarks are made. And right on time, you do it, letting your free hand fall against his chest.

"No, no." You drawl, tilting your head up to look at him, lips twitching in a feigned grin. "You're right! I spent all morning playing chicken with your unconscious ass and still managed to make this bomb-ass blanket fort. I think all that work I did deserves the slice of cake sitting right. Over. There."

Your matter-of-fact tone is lost on the man, his gaze clearly set on your lips. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to hide the full-on grin that's determined to take over your face.

"Mm, I dunno..." He says, reaching for his plate once more. The fork is still loaded with fluffy cake and icing when he picks it up, eyeing it with knitted brows. It's held up just out of your reach. Oh, so close. Sunlight dances in dark irises, tiny shards of citrine catching the rays like stained glass as he shifts his focus back to you.

"I think you'll have to work a bit harder for it."

He can't even say it without his eyes falling to your lips. It's painfully obvious where this is going, and yet - once again - you're taking the bait.

"And what's your offer, Mr. Lee?" You question, shifting one leg so you're straddling his thighs. He takes you in with hungry eyes, mouth twitching in a slight grin. Fingers trace their way down his chest in lazy patterns.

"One kiss. One slice of cake." The plate in his grip keeps a slight distance between you, but at this point, you're not afraid to get a little more even from all the teasing earlier.

"You let me have my slice of cake, I'll give you all the smooches you want, Babe."

Your legs shift around him as you lean over the plate, your gaze level with his. Back to this - noses brushing and stalled eye contact and a desire for those fucking lips on yours. You can't make a play now. You've just moved your game piece. You would lose.

It's his turn now.

"That doesn't sound like a fair trade..." He mumbles, and you feel him lean in just a smidge more. Right where you want him.

"Life's not fair, Babe."

Felix's ears twitch at the sound to his left. A fork, screeching lowly over the surface of the plate as you lean back with your delicious prize. Oh, you haven't just grabbed the bait. You've outsmarted the hunter with all the finesse in the world. Left the trap empty and tripped. You smile triumphantly as you watch the muscles in Felix's jaw work.

You. Are. Infuriating.

"Even on my birthday? You are cruel." Felix's free hand comes to rest on one of your thighs that still straddle his own, browns locked steady on yours that roll in mocking exhaustion.

"Takes cruel to know cruel, hm?" You tilt your head at him, stabbing the utensil into the store-bought confectionary. Decadent goodness envelopes your taste buds and you feel the dopamine release of temporary pleasure flow through you. His eyes haven't left yours, deep brown narrowed on the fork that slowly makes its way back and forth from the plate to your lips. Your lips that were so close just a few minutes ago… He's watching you like a dog, waiting for its owner to drop the smallest morsel that it can snatch. It was comical, if you were honest.

"Shouldn't the Birthday Boy be indulging in the rest of his cake?" You ask, brows raised as your fork sinks into the layers of cake. "Or, is that slice for the taking as well? This is just so delicious."

You shouldn't be grinning so wide. Shouldn't be enjoying this as much as you are. But you are. You're relishing the expression on your boyfriend's face as he barely shakes his head, narrowed optics zeroed in, tongue darting out to wet a twitching bottom lip.

You've properly ruffled his feathers. He doesn't know whether to be proud of your victory or jealous of it.

However, he hasn't admitted defeat yet.

The cogs in Felix's mind are working overtime behind dark eyes, you can tell. An internal debate rages. His hand still rests on your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth in soft, slow motions. You're too busy making a show of indulging to notice Felix shove his plate away to the night stand.

"You have a strange idea of cruel, Love."

His comment makes you pause, the fork halfway to your mouth. Felix leans back, his back pressed up against the headboard. He places both hands on your thighs, the muscles tensing under his steady hold. A wave of goosebumps ripple across your skin.

"As much as I enjoy watching you torment me, I think I need to even the playing field." He mumbles. Eyes flicker over your face, studying you. Your reactions.

 The way your breath catches in the back of your throat. The little noise that accompanies it that you're unable to hold back. He tilts his head as he continues, his fingers trailing lightly up the back of your legs. Up… and up… and up.

Oh, Fuck it.

You yelp as your perspective tilts, eyes wide as your back sinks into the mass of pillows and blankets that had been behind you. Felix chuckles above you, a show of pearly whites.

You know why he's laughing.

Blue and white icing smears your neck and part of your jaw, the rest of the cake a mess of color over your chest. And the plate? Well, you're lucky you had chosen the paper ones this time because it wouldn't have survived the fall to the floor.

"Felix!" The look on your face is just priceless, really.

"The sheets-"

"Can be washed!" He cuts you off, glancing down at the mess.

"When I said it takes cruel to know cruel, that wasn't an invitation to challenge me on that."

The shock of being toppled backwards in bed is still working through your mind, nevermind the added mess. But by God, are you narrowing your eyes at the man hovering over you.

"Oh, you have no idea how cruel I could get, Babe." He says, voice lowering as he leans down. His breath cascades over the icing on your neck, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the skin there. The squeak you let out is quiet, but oh boy, Felix hears it.

Your persistence is admirable, he'll give you that.

"You're right." He hums to himself, licking away at the blue and white stuck at the corner of his mouth. "Delicious."

One look into those deep browns and you know.

Retaliation?

Inevitable.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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here's more, sorry i'm obsessed lol

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nana loved everything about her new home.

it wasn't as big as her previous master's, but that hardly mattered to her at all. she wasn't allowed in most of that house anyways. but here, her new master had told her she could go wherever she wanted, just to knock first if the door was closed.

her new collar and tag jingled slightly as she wandered around, carefully exploring. their quick trip to the pet store had been scary and stressful for her - so many other pets and people, so many sounds and smells and eye-grabbing colors - but master had gently insisted on buying her a new collar, especially once he saw how raw and chafed her neck was under the too-tight leather.

her new collar was lime green and made of polyester, and sat around her neck loosely enough to not chafe, but tight enough to not come off. her new tag was shaped like a bone, with her name on the front and her master's name and phone number on the back. even something as small as that made her feel warm inside. her old master had never bothered putting any contact information on her tag, claiming that if she somehow got away, he wouldn't want her back anyways.

as both an apology for the ordeal and a reward for being such a good girl, master took her to pick out a new toy once they'd gotten her collar. she'd been a little overwhelmed at first, faced with an entire aisle of possible selections. she'd never had a toy before. but master assured her that she had all the time in the world to decide, and after a few minutes of pacing back and forth through the aisle, she returned to his side with a stuffed frog between her teeth. it was soft but firm, well-stuffed, and she liked the green.

"nana!" master called from another room, snapping her back to the present. "would you come here please?"

she obeyed, following the sound of his voice into the apartment's single bedroom. there, she found him kneeling and adjusting... something, she couldn't quite tell yet, over in the corner of the room.

"surprise!" he said happily, moving out of the way. in the corner of his bedroom, he'd rigged up a sheet to form a little canopy, and beneath the little sheet-tent was a soft, plush looking pet bed, with an equally as soft looking blanket draped over one half, and her stuffed frog sitting on the other. "it's your bed!"

she blinked, awestruck. her bed? this was all for her? she gingerly stepped forward, until she was close enough to climb into the bed, curling up with her frog in her arms and pulling the blanket over herself. peering out through the gap in the tent, her back to the wall and surrounded by a cocoon of warmth and softness, she felt her nose starting to burn and her single eye filling with tears.

she'd never felt so safe and loved before, and found herself overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotion. this is what she'd needed, all her life, this is all she'd ever wanted.

"do you like it?" master asked, peeking into the tent. he seemed saddened, but not surprised to see her crying. "oh, sweetheart," he soothed, "it's okay. no one's ever gonna hurt you again. it's only gonna be pets and treats and toys and soft beds from here on out, okay?"

his kind words only made her cry harder, but she eagerly nuzzled into his hand when he moved to pet her hair, hoping to convey the depth of the love and gratitude she already felt. she might have been weeping, but her tail was wagging so hard it had started to audibly thump against the wall behind her.

the two of them just sat there for a while while she cried, and master didn't stop petting or reassuring her for a single moment until she finally settled down, snuggling further into her soft bed as it finally hit her just how drained she was from the day's events.

"oh!" master suddenly exclaimed. "you must be hungry, it's almost dinnertime." he moved to get up and gave her one more parting scratch behind the ear. "i'm gonna go cook, you just settle in some more. or you can take a nap if you want, you look tired." he smiled. "i'll wake you up when it's time to eat, okay?"

nana simply nodded, huffing contently and burying her face into the soft fabric of her stuffed frog. she distantly registered master pulling her blanket more securely around her, before she was out like a light.

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[loreleismusings99]

Chapter 3 Sneak-Peak 💫

Hi y'all, so the 3rd chapter is still underway, but I'm almost done with it, i just need to finish writing the last section and do a read through to make sure everything makes sense before I release it. Until then, enjoy this sneak-peak! ✨️

The field was already packed, and the field wasn't even open to visitors yet--and despite the slight cloud cover, the sun felt like it was beating incessantly on you while you tried to set up your booth’s tent on your own. There was a ring of tables populated with a smorgasbord of science demos lining the edges of the field the organizers put you all in. There was a booth being managed by a local bioengineering company to the left of your own with a wild mess of tubes transporting a bunch of red fluid--supposedly a replica of a human circulatory system. To your right, there’s a constructed functional model of one of da Vinci’s flying machines that some undergrad MechEs built for a design process lab project. Someone’s drone buzzed overhead, presumably just to test out the inevitable aerial shot they were going to use for marketing the event, but the wiring of the small quadcopter’s motors only added to your discomfort and irritation while trying to deal with the heavy and surprisingly fragile canopy.

After getting your hand pinched for the umpteenth time that morning and letting out a yelp and a string of colorful expletives that seemed to fluster one of the undergrads setting up next to you, you hear someone chuckle behind you and ask, “You need some help with that?”

You whip around and see Mark carrying a box of decorations in his arms. The surprise at seeing him causes you to lose focus while holding up the tent’s frame for a second too long, and the structure starts to fall with you standing under it. You let out a "SHIT!" as you try to handle the tent quite literally starting to crumble around you.

You hear a frantic "woah, woah, whoa!" as Mark rushes into the falling structure to help support it and stop it from folding you into it.

Mark lets out a grunt and pushes away a pane of polyester fabric to see your face. Once he locks eyes with you and sees your disgruntled expression he huffs out a "hey-" through a laugh and asks "You alright there?"

"Yeah, I think so…" you adjust the tarp above the two of you before continuing."What the blazes are you doing here?" You ask, letting an incredulous look twist your features, hopefully communicating your confusion.

"I'm a volunteer;" He nods towards the t-shirt he’s wearing which says in bold lettering SSF VOLUNTEER, which you grimaced at how obvious it now seemed. "I did my undergrad here, and I like to pay it forward when I can" Mark adds with a wink and a smirk, making you roll your eyes.

Trying your best to right the crumbling structure around you, you ask "Well, since you're 'paying it forward' today, would you be available to help me set this up? I'm here representing Adler." Mark responds with a cordial 'for sure' before taking the other side of the tent and helping you expand it fully, locking into place its folding joints. You let out a sigh and thank him before moving on to setting up the prize roulette table

Mark props his fists on his hips and says, "I'm guessing you'd like some help with that too?" Gesturing towards the collapsed gravity table frame in front of your tent.

You pop your head up from your place under the table while trying to get its legs to stay in place and say, "Yeah, if you don't have anything else to get to right now. Usually, we're sent out with at least one other person to make all this manageable, but I somehow got sent out alone." You say that last part with thinly veiled irritation as you finally get the table legs to straighten out. You stand and brush the grass and dirt off your dark-wash jeans before looking up to see how Mark's tackling the gravity table. You watch him organize the parts according to size and type and huff out a small laugh, causing him to look up at you from his seat on the grass. He looks like he's about to say something before he looks up at you and stops in his tracks; his expression morphs quickly from questioning and amused to the same ambiguous and hard-to-decipher look he gave you before leaving you at the front door of your building on trivia night. The sudden change lightly startles out and you ask, "What? Do I have something on my face?" You raise an eyebrow in an attempt to look at least a little unflustered while being scrutinized by Mark.

"No… uh, no, no you don't. Just spaced out…" There's a beat of silence between the two of you before Mark clears his throat and asks, "Does this look right? I think you guys had this set up last year, but it's been too long for me to remember how it was set up." He stands and awkwardly tries to brush blades of dead grass off the seat of his pants.

You look down and nod, "Yeah, that looks good. Just need to put the legs on and turn it right side up." You pick up two PVC pipe legs and hand another set to Mark, and the two of you finish constructing the frame. You take the elastic fabric that goes with the table and stretch it out over the frame, making sure one side of the ring doesn't have more fabric draping off it than the opposite side.

"Need any more help setting up?" Mark asks, causing you to look up from the fabric. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it looks like he has a hopeful glint in his eye, but of course that wouldn't make any sense. The two of you are becoming more friendly now, but that doesn't change the fact that he clearly hated your guts not even two weeks ago. Not to mention how much work needs to be done around other parts of the fair, there's no way he has the time to stand around here.

You give him a soft smile and say, "Nah, I think I've got it from here. Thanks, though…genuinely." You look down and run a hand through your hair. Your thoughts begins to spiral as you finish clipping the fabric to its PVC frame; Did that sound too soft? Too nice? God, why are my palms sweating so much???

"Alright; flag one of us down if you need any more help, I can't imagine running two different activities is, uh, easy." Mark picks back up his box of decorations and is back on his way to what you think is the Biology building.

You look up at him and cross your arms, sporting a smirk of your own. "You underestimate my ability to multitask," you call out to him and hear him let out a loud and singular 'HA!' as he turns his back to you.

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Hope you enjoyed that! Sorry it's short, but I don't want to give too much away before I post the whole chapter. I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourselves out there 💖

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WHAT HAPPENED AT THE SPRING MILLIE????????????

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well....I'll tell you what happened at the spring.......

I'm highly about to NOURISH all of you!! but a few things o note before I post this!!

this is from a draft where I was writing in Jake's perspective

the prologue hadn't happened yet

Filly = Sookie

Eliza = Ruth

I stopped writing in his perspective bc I felt like a creeper!!

 Silver Spring is the only place in Silverkeep that could be considered nice objectively. It’s uncharacteristically pretty for Silverkeep--the kind of pretty that almost makes me feel guilty, like if I touched the Mona Lisa or sneezed on The Thinker. Maybe because it is so beautiful--that sticky, guilt-inducing kind of beautiful--that no one ventures down this way. We are almost always alone here, save for a few reckless middle schoolers that are easy to scare away and some drifters who mind their own.

The black cherry trees and American sycamores are thick here, sprawling across the hills and thinning only when the St. Augustine grass rolls to a sudden stop at the edge of the spring. There are patches of thistles and black-eyed Susan’s spanning across all this fertile land--it always smells sweet here. 

Jagged, brown rocks climb out of the green water and up the hillside--there’s a lip where we sometimes jump off. There’s a pipe, a big ugly and dirty thing, that acts as some sort of man made waterfall. Rock rose plants are starting to cover the pipe now--it’s been here for a long time. 

The water never gets very warm--there’s too much shade. But on days like today, days when the only solace is being neck-deep in a bath of ice, that’s mighty fine. The spring is not very deep, either--only nine feet at the very center. Hyde was the one that figured it out, diving into the murky water with a measly stick as his measurement gauge. 

Our caps and gowns are sitting in a sweaty, crumpled heap on a patch of blue sage. Bees are bumbling around the polyester, probably swarming around Sookie’s because of that sticky orange scent. None of our nice dress clothes are folded, shoes and socks and dresses and pants strewn about haphazardly. Crushed cans of Pabst are gathering in a small aluminum pile on the embankment. 

I’m getting drunk--not out-of-my-mind drunk, not ditzy drunk. But I’m more than tipsy and less than shitfaced. Everything feels quieter now, my body submerged in the cool water, my feet squishing in the dirt and moss at the bottom of the spring. The beer is sitting at the bottom of my belly the way I like it to--makes me feel warm and full. 

We’re soaked to the bone, every one of us. And everyone’s getting drunk, dipping under the surface and holding their beer can just above their heads. 

Sookie is close to me, just a few feet, just a few moments worth of wading away. She’s floating on her back beside me, face tipped towards the canopy of trees, eyes slacked. She’s grazing the rippling surface of the water with her nailless finger gingerly. She’s just in that pair of cotton underwear and a measly yellow bra now. I’ve seen her like this more times than I can count, I think. None of us ever bring our swimsuits so we’re always in our underwear, which is why I know that Hyde still wears tighty-whitey’s and Eliza wears underwear with the days of the week on them.

“Gonna see Emma this summer?” Avery asks from beside me, taking a final swig from his beer can before lazily tossing it aside. 

He means: are you gonna fuck Emmaline Odette anymore this summer?

“Nah,” I tell him, “she got a boyfriend now.”

I’m being honest: Emmaline Odette does have a boyfriend now, some college boy from Austin that can get her into bars. If she didn’t, we would probably not have sex again, though. She’s a prissy little thing--her nails are always clean and her hair is always combed. Having sex with her felt like taking a shower; I was cleaner after. When I was around her, breathing in that expensive hand lotion and kissing her lacy underwear, my chest ached. I always felt like what we had was fragile--like she’d come to, look down, and realize some mutt was eating her out. 

“Heard she was pretty heartbroken over the likes of your sorry ass,” Eliza calls from her spot on the muddy banks, lying on her belly and kicking dirty feet up behind her. 

I tried to end things nicely with Emma--but she’d started crying and kissing on me and pulling my zipper down. We almost had sex again right there on her front porch. But then I looked around at the pillows that were bought solely to keep outside and the wicker furniture and the TV mounted on the wall and caught a whiff of whatever perfume she had on and felt that burn in my throat. I’d had to shrug her off, buckling my jeans, wiping my fingers on my shirt. 

“Look,” I’d told her as she stared up at me red-cheeked and wide-eyed, “I just don’t like you like that, okay?”

I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings when I said it--but I knew she’d keep trying if I didn’t say what I did. I figured she’d get pissed--push me off her porch or slap me across the face. Instead she just turned her cheek and bit her lip hard. I rode home adjusting myself in my pants that night, little white streaks hardening on my shirt that smelled like her clean arousal. 

“You are our resident heartbreaker, Jake,” Ruth sighs, climbing to sit beside Eliza on the banks, “someone’s gotta be.”

There’s that feeling now--sitting on my chest heavy as a mahogany tree. 

“I do what I can.” 

I don’t even know why I say it, but I do. It falls from my mouth, into the spring, then swims away like a water strider.

Sookie is gone--the water she was occupying vacant. There isn’t even a ripple; it’s just still and quiet. Hyde is rough-housing with Avery now, splashing each other. Eliza and Ruth are leaning back on their elbows and talking about something that’s making them blush. 

I almost call out for her--but then I feel the energy around me shift like it always does when she’s near. It’s like turning an old television on and basking in that staticky silence before the picture blinks on--knowing that it is on but having to strain for proof, a weird sort of blind faith. There’s a great settling that spreads all across my body, starting at my submerged chest and ending at my toes buried in the mud, when I feel her wet breaths on the back of my neck. 

“Freeze,” she whispers behind me, pressing her fingers into my back like they’re a loaded pistol, “this is a stand-up.”

I can hear her smiling--know that she’s biting her lips and that lipstick is probably on her teeth again. She sounds tipsy--but not drunk. 

Raising my hands in surrender, I turn so she can see my cheek. I can’t see her very well; she is just a blurry image of blue and yellow and olive and black. But there it is, there’s that smile and that gap between her teeth. 

“Please,” I whisper pitifully, “I have a family.”

She digs her fingers deeper into my back, those pink nails cutting my skin. 

“Get me a beer and no one gets hurt,” she says. She nudges me again, pushing me towards the dwindling case of beer on the embankment. “G’on now, boy.”

I take a step, bobbing in the water, but then whip around and lunge with utter abandon. She hardly has time to think, move, gasp before I’m pulling her under the water with me, wrapping my arms around her. She wraps her arms around me, too, pushing all the air out of her lungs so it races to the surface in fat bubbles.

We stay under there and I blink, trying to get a glimpse of her through the murk and curly tendrils of her hair--but I can only catch fragments of her body: her missing pink nail, the precious column of her throat, her belly button. But then I see it: her yellow bra, the flimsy thing, has been accidentally nudged aside and her left breast is exposed here beneath the surface of Silver Spring. 

Her breast is supple, the nipple pert, and her skin is goosed.

I think I can imagine what it would feel like on my tongue--her skin wet with the muddy spring water, metallic and dirty. Her nipple would be cold from the water when I wrapped my lips around it, when I let my palm fall on the skin of her right breast, the ditzy yellow fabric sopping and sticking to my flexed fingers. Maybe she would make a pretty noise--

All the blood in my body is rushing down, down, down before I can help it, before I can even think to close my eyes. 

Lorde help me. 

She seems to notice at the same time as me, thrashing herself to the surface while tugging the strap of her bra back up over her dainty shoulder. I come up just a moment after her, panting, running my hands over my face.

Baseball. Peanuts. Sweaty helmets. Wooden baseball bats. Cleats. Chewing tobacco.   

She’s already looking at me. All that makeup is melting off her face--black and blue and pink staining her skin like pretend bruises. Her eyes are wide, mouth parted just slightly. She’s trying to see if I saw, I know that she is.

I don’t lie to Sookie--I can’t lie to Sookie. So instead of saying anything, I grin. It seems to disarm her slightly because her lips twitch into a smile, too. 

“You look like a banshee,” I tell her.

She exhales. She was holding her breath before. 

“I am a banshee,” she tells me. 

She comes closer to me, so close that I can smell her yeasty breath. 

Shin guards. Home-plate. Dirt. Jock-straps. Catcher’s glove. Hotdogs. Mustard.

Before she can say another word to me, I catch her jaw in my left hand, holding it in place gently. She’s completely subdued, just blinking up at me with all that goopy mascara streaming down her face. And I know we aren’t alone right now, but I know that no one is watching us, too. I know we’re just drunk enough to kiss and then say that we were out of our mind’s the night before. But I won’t kiss her right now--not even now that all that Barbie-clit lipstick is smeared across her chin and cheeks. 

I wipe her face with a wet, flat palm. She lets me, bracing when I press down hard, letting her eyes slip shut when I wet my hand again. But then the banshee is gone and it’s just Sookie staring up at me. I like her exactly like this--with a naked face and wet hair and warm breath. 

“Someone oughta teach you how to put makeup on, Sookie-girl,” I whisper to her even though I don’t mean it at all.  

She grins. 

“You first, pretty boy,” she whispers. The cicadas are starting to sing their song.

I swallow hard--I can feel it on my palm every time she swallows.  

Baseballs. Mascots. Urinals. Nets. Curveballs. 

[pisayers]

An Occurrence on June Avenue

The avenue lights strobed across my eyes as the rims of my glasses shined under the neon green hues. It was a rainy evening once again in the City of Pines, but the majority of the pines are gone and the foggy weather is now infused with some vehicular smoke. The rain pitter-pattered under the billboards and roofs of the different restaurants that slid before me, filling the tiniest of gaps in my sneakers with rainwater. Damn. That’s what everyday basketball does to your Hardens.

I whipped out my umbrella on the right side of my backpack pocket. It was one of those funky manual umbrellas that you had to push all the way to its canopy just to keep it open. It was an annoying piece of rubbish to handle. Occasionally, it just closes in on you like the hard-headed piece of junk it is, but that’s what you have to deal with when your siblings lose the automatic ones every two weeks. I lifted it up over my head and closed my eyes as the raindrops dribbled on the polyester top, nature’s own percussion on concrete and metal.

As I passed by the entrance leading down to the subway station, the roaring of the engines and the yells of the conductors started to dominate the noise landscape. Amidst the controlled chaos, I thought of what I had to say to her once we met by the jeepney parking lot. The words seemed to fly all over the place in my head like the brown birds picking up crumbs on the red sidewalk, but no amount of coffee dates, neck kisses, I love yous, or pregnancy scares is enough to even form a sentence worth explaining the truth beneath the heartstrings. My feet were only getting colder from the water that seeped through, but nothing could prepare me for the cold feet I was about to go through once I got there.

“Huy! Kuya, red light.” shouted the brunette college student to my right.

Right. All that daydreaming and paragraph formulation in my head made me lose track of my position in the fabric of space-time, again. It’s not the first time it has happened either. One time, I was walking down this same avenue lost in my own thoughts when I nearly collided with a beggar struggling to support himself with a cane. I did the goofiest cross to dodge him amidst disgusted looks by the people passing by thinking I was anti-poor or however they viewed the situation. On an overpass once, I nearly rear-ended a blind elderly couple by fixating on the cars roaring beneath me. This time, I didn’t get any weird looks from the onlookers walking by, but a policeman had to follow me until I walked down the overpass just to make sure I wasn’t pickpocketing anybody. I chalked all of these instances up to a mild form of ADHD, but I do not have the medical prognosis nor the cojones to visit a therapist to confirm this statement.

“Ay, sorry po.” I muttered to her as she turned away from me in frustration. Prick. Why does she care about my safety all of a sudden?

That staring contest with the red man at the traffic light could not have lasted longer. My eyes were tearing up, both from the pedestrian embarrassment earlier and the way those were immovable stupid pixels forming the red man lasted forever. Can they just turn grey already?

Almost on cue, the red man was gone in a flash and below it came the green lights in motion forming a green man walking. It was time. Time for me to cross. Time for me to tell her the truth. I could almost feel the subway trains calling for me, rumbling on the basaltic concrete as they crisscross in several directions. I’m getting late.

I spotted her at the edge of the avenue looking unto the intersection, same outfit as usual: white streamlined crop top, black fur jacket with the sleeves hanging by her forearms, and grey sweatpants baggier than that of any rapper you’ve seen on YouTube. It’s not exactly the most attractive combination, but when you glance at the space buns at the top of her head complimenting the heavy mascara and fierce orange contact lenses, she’s suddenly twinkling among the brightest lights on the avenue. The icing on top is the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella twirling over her head, so small that you could mistake it for one of those Japanese parasols you performed with in PE class. The wind kept howling and howling, but it appeared as if everything around her had the aesthetic of a summer breeze.

From a slight jog to a brisk walk to a walk to a shuffling of steps, I was getting closer to her inch by inch, muffling my mini-strides as she looked at the passing taxis and Monteros on the avenue. Now how will I get her attention? Should I tap her on the shoulder? Maybe grab her wrist? A simple “hey” would do, right?

It was too late.

She sensed my lanky shadow getting larger and turned to me with those orange eyes.

“Hi!” she shouted.

“Shhh! Babaan mo boses mo.”

“Bakit? Nasa labas naman tayo ah. Ano ‘to? Kwarto mo?”

The memories started flooding in. The times I would sneak her into the window of my room and we would play NBA 2K on the PS4. The times she would quietly go down the staircase to grab a burger or whatever leftovers there were in the fridge. The times she would scream so randomly that cupping my hand over her mouth was now second nature to me. It was all for nothing, I suppose.

“Tama na. May sasabihin lang ako sa ‘yo kaya tinawag kita dito.”

“Napakaseryoso naman! Sige, ano?”

“Alam mo namang dito ka mag-aaral, di ‘ba?”

She let out a sigh like a dragon’s breath. I got the feeling she knew what the conversation was going to be about.

“Hay. Oo, sa SLU. Bakit?”

“At biyahe ko na rin next month para lumipat sa dorm ng UPD.”

My voice cracked. Tears started flooding my eyes. I closed my umbrella to let the rain wash them away, but it was too late. My eyes were red. The ticking time bomb blew up.

“Babe, sumilong ka dito.”

She beckoned me over to stand under her umbrella. Funny. Reminds me of that Rihanna song. Except that song was about sticking together. Ours was about to break apart.

“’Wag na. Mabilis lang ‘to.”

“Tatapusin na ba talaga natin ‘to?”

You could sense her voice about to give out, as if a flash of thunder hit her on the spot and knocked her over. I get the feeling she knew it was for the best, but she was hanging on to something that was already letting go.

“Wala tayong choice. Paano tayo magkikita?”

“Subukan lang natin, babe.”

“Walang mangyayari.”

The final two words came out of my mouth like daggers aimed straight at her chest. It’s a conversation that has resurfaced many times in the past months. Only now that it has led to something… substantial, to put it mildly.

The deafening silence clouded the city noise like noise-cancelling headphones. No more honking cars flying by. No more random chatter from strangers passing by. No more music from the beggars on the side. The trains below me are now long gone. The tracks have diverged. It’s just the two of us now. Me, drenched under the rain with only a black hoodie to keep me warm, and her tears falling down ruining the mascara and creating black streaks on her cheek. Perhaps the rain could wash away the blood I’ve shed today?

[anonsally]

Days 12-13 of Australia vacation: Launceston

After a nice and thorough breakfast at our B&B on Day 12, we packed up and set off. On our way out of Scottsdale, we stopped at the pond to see if we could spot the platypus again. We eventually found one! We watched it swimming around and had fun trying to figure out where it would resurface after it dove.

Then we drove toward Launceston. We were going to stop to visit a lavender farm, but it turned out they were charging $20 per person, which was just too overpriced. (I mean, these were Australian dollars, but still.) We did get a view from a distance and it looked pleasingly purple, but we didn't regret not paying to go in.

When we got to Launceston, our accommodations weren't ready yet, so we left the car there and walked to Cataract Gorge, a large park nearby. We bought tickets and rode the chairlift across the gorge, which was fun. We were rather surprised to find a fairly large and moderately tame population of peafowl! We saw a few peacocks displaying their fancy feathers, as well as a few peahens, each with one peachick! There were also a few wallabies. They seemed pretty habituated to people. We took a little walk looking at various views, then had a little lunch in a cafe in the park, and then the others headed back as the house was now ready.

I decided to stay in the park for a bird walk. I went on a less-trafficked trail than where we'd been up to that point. At first, I only saw birds I'd seen before, though I did pass a wallaby that was a bit more nervous about me than the ones I'd seen earlier in the busy part of the park. But then I saw a bird flitting about amid some bushes and tall grass. I couldn't get a look at the whole bird, but I saw enough to be able to positively identify it as a Beautiful Firetail (which is a fabulous name for a fabulous bird!). That was very exciting, as I didn't even know that bird lived around there. And then I also spotted a Golden Whistler! I was very pleased to still be finding new birds so far into the trip, and those two in particular felt like High Quality Birds because they were so colorful and exotic. On the other hand, I also stepped in what I think was probably fresh wallaby poo and had to spend a while trying to scrape it off my shoe.

Eventually I walked back to the house. We went out to dinner and played a game in the evening. The house was by far the nicest of the vacation rentals, though it still had a few issues (I am sensitive to fabrics and didn't like the polyester sheets; also the washing machine was moldy. Front-loader washing machines should never be closed when they aren't running!). In the end none of the places we stayed were perfect, but I think the heritage B&B in Scottsdale was perhaps my favorite, with the cottage at the Piermont Retreat in 2nd place--it's a tough call between those two.

Day 13 was our last day in Tasmania. We got up early and went to Hollybank Forest for a ziplining tour. Well, Wife and I did the ziplining. The in-laws did a forest trail Segway tour instead. Anyway, it was fun and very different from the ziplining we did in Maui. This was in the trees rather than above the canopy, and once our pulleys were attached to the cable, they weren't detached until we finished the whole course. We had a fun time with it and enjoyed the views--and we'd also spotted an echidna on our way to the start of the course! Afterwards, we had a snack there and then drove back to the city.

The others wanted to do a walking tour of Launceston but I wanted more birdwatching, so I got dropped off at the Tamar Island Wetlands. Walked along the boardwalk and spotted an Australasian Swamphen with its giant muddy feet and also a little black cormorant. Two new birds! It was an interesting walk in any case--mostly surrounded by reeds except when going over bridges. I saw loads of ducks I couldn't identify (bad lighting and too far away) and some geese that must have been domestic hybrids, as well as various birds I'd already seen earlier in the trip. There was one part that was more forested--paperbark gums, which are beautiful trees--and there was a bird hide, but I couldn't see any birds from inside it. I think it was the wrong tide.

In the end I had to hurry back to be picked up, because we managed to move our dinner reservation (originally at 8:15pm) to 5pm. The food was excellent--a nice end to our Tasmania vacation. Then we went home and packed to fly back to Sydney in the morning.

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Bringing the Ocean Indoors

The ocean has a calming effect on the mind, and a beach tapestry can bring that serenity indoors. Imagine gazing at a wall adorned with a tapestry featuring a golden sandy shore or an endless stretch of turquoise water. The vivid imagery can transport you to a seaside retreat, helping to create a space where relaxation comes naturally.

Incorporating beach-themed decor can also evoke memories of favorite vacations or provide daily inspiration for those who dream of living by the sea.

Choosing the Perfect Tapestry

When selecting a beach tapestry, consider the size and style of the room it will adorn. For smaller spaces, a tapestry with a simple and minimalist design can prevent the room from feeling cluttered. In larger areas, a vibrant, expansive seascape can act as a focal point, drawing attention and setting the tone for the space.

Material and quality are also important factors. Look for tapestries made from durable, washable fabric that will maintain its color and texture over time. Many tapestries are available in polyester, cotton, or a blend of materials, each offering unique characteristics.

Creative Ways to Use Beach Tapestries

While wall decor is the most common use for tapestries, there are countless other ways to incorporate them into your home. Drape one over a bed as a lightweight cover, use it as a tablecloth for a beach-themed dining experience, or hang it on a ceiling to create a cozy canopy effect. Some people even use smaller tapestries as picnic blankets or beach mats, extending their utility beyond home decor.

The Sustainable Choice

Black Wall Tapestry are often a more eco-friendly option compared to traditional framed art. Many companies produce tapestries using sustainable practices and materials, making them a responsible choice for environmentally-conscious consumers.

Final Thoughts

Beach tapestry wall hangings are a stylish and functional addition to any home, offering a creative way to showcase your love for the ocean and coastal living. Whether you’re looking to transform a room or add a subtle touch of the beach, these versatile pieces of art can elevate your space and bring the beauty of the sea into your daily life.

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Promote in Style with Personalised Printed Pop Up Tents

Don’t just put up a plain tent, stand out with Instant Shade’s printed pop up tents. Perfect for schools, sports clubs, and community events, these marquees offer eye-catching designs with custom logos, websites, and vibrant graphics. Whether for merchandise stalls or promotional events, our polyester and PVC canopies provide lightweight, durable shelter. Make a lasting impression and boost your brand’s visibility. Choose Instant Shade for your next event and see the difference. Visit us at https://www.instantshade.com.au/ and get print-ready now!

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Branded Custom Marquees: Why Are They A Must-Have For Events?

Outdoor events hold a special allure, whether it is a carnival, trade show, market stall, or corporate event. Branded custom marquees offer style and flexibility and create a memorable experience. These events are crowded spaces where every business vies for attention.

But with a custom-made printed marquee or gazebo, you can draw in potential clients and seamlessly stand out from the crowd.

Branded custom marquees do just that. They not only shield from the elements but also serve as potent marketing tools. In this guide, Star Outdoor explores marquee benefits, styles, and accessories, making your event planning flawless. To know why this is a must-have for any event, keep reading.

Understand What Branded Custom Marquees Are

Branded marquees, also known as pop-up marquees and gazebos, make a big impact. They’re not just for promotion; they’re community protectors and passion promoters. With branded marquees, you’ll shine bright in any crowd while staying sheltered.

Tailored to your needs, they flaunt your logo and colours boldly. These custom marquees don’t just sit there; they grab attention, making your brand unforgettable. Whether shielding from sun or rain, they’re more than just tents; they’re your brand’s voice in a sea of noise.

Crafted to fit your brand’s unique style, incorporating your logo, colours, and messaging.

Grabs attention with bold branding, ensuring your message stands out and sticks.

Adaptable for any occasion, whether it’s a corporate gathering or an outdoor festival.

How Many Types Of Branded Custom Marquees Are Available?

Custom marquees come in various styles and sizes to match different event needs. From classic pop-up tents to inflatable domes, there’s a marquee for every occasion.

Custom-made Classic 32 marques or gazebos feature a reinforced aluminium frame and a durable polyester canopy with hot-taped seams for water resistance. Double-lined corners reduce wear and tear. Boast a UVE ARPANSA rating of 99%.

Get set up in minutes with easy clips and Velcro attachments. Adjust the height with five levels to fit your needs. Choose between wheeled or handled carry bags for convenience.

Stand out with expertly designed marquees and high-resolution printing options. They’re built to attract attention and draw crowds.

Branded custom marquees are made with top-quality materials and high-grade manufacturing. Quick repairs can be made easily as spare parts are readily available.

Pick between Classic 32 or Deluxe 40 sizes and accessories. They’re tailored to suit your needs.

Now That You Know The Features, Let’s Talk About The Benefits Of Branded Custom Marquees For Events

1). It Upraises Your Stall’s Professionalism

A printed gazebo or marquees boosts your stall’s professionalism. Customers notice the effort you put in. They want top-quality products from businesses. It shows your brand is valuable, and you’re building a name for it. This dedication shines through in your products and leaves a good impression on customers.

2). Help To Craft Brand Recognition

Your brand’s identity matters. Marketers know it’s key to success. Your logo and colours spark emotions in people. They represent your brand’s beliefs. They tell customers what you’re about. It’s a chance for new customers to get to know you. Building awareness is vital. Especially when you’re aiming for new customers. Marketers agree branding is crucial for success.

3). It Gives You Advertising All Around During The Event.

Your logo doesn’t have to sit at the top of the tent; it can be on all sides. This way, people can easily spot it from any angle. Even if they’re on the opposite side, they’ll still know your stall offers something they might like.

4). Maximize Your Brand’s Reach With Innovative Product Or Service Promotions

Crafting a standout promotion for your brand ranks high in consumer engagement. Whether vending lemonade or home goods, captivating passersby is key. A branded custom marquee serves as your stage. It beckons, enticing curious minds to pause and delve into your offerings. It’s the ultimate billboard for your business, broadcasting your essence to the world.

5). Get New Opportunities To Expand Your Customer Base

Every business wants new customers. What if you could grab their attention with your brand’s logo on a branded custom marquee? Choose fonts and colours wisely to make sure your brand stands out to everyone.

What Makes A Star Outdoor Branded Custom Marquee A Must-Have?

Step into the spotlight with Star Outdoor’s custom marquees. More than mere shelters, they’re an expression of your brand essence.

Crafted from premium materials, our marquees boast unrivalled durability and visual allure, as well as shelter from the sun and rain. Perfect for outdoor events, school carnivals, or market stalls, they offer protection with panache.

Designed for maximum brand exposure, our marquees feature strategically placed logos and graphics, expertly handled by our in-house graphics team. Built to last, they promise longevity and seamless usability.

What sets us apart? We specialise in creating marquees that command attention. Our design experts will help your brand shine, adhering to your style guide every step of the way.

Attachments like Rain Gutters and Awnings boost protection against water and wind, adding extra peace of mind.

Available in Classic 32 or Deluxe 40 sizes, our marquees cater to every need and budget. Need spare parts? We’ve got you covered with LED lighting for round-the-clock functionality.

Overall, It May Be Said…

Whether you’re throwing a corporate bash, trade show, or outdoor festival, investing in a personalised marquee is a surefire way to make your event shine. Go with Star Outdoor for top-notch quality, endless customisation options, and unbeatable customer service.

We’re here to help you make a splash at events. Our large product range will ensure your brand is amplified to your audience. Whether you require perfectly branded with UPF 50+ sun-protective marquees, flags, an interactive inflatable, stylish umbrellas, or, bespoke deckchairs, we have everything you need in one place.

Let us assist you in elevating your brand, highlighting your passion, and ensuring the safety of your community. For more information, head to our latest event and promotional equipment on our website today.

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What is the best canopy for rain?

When looking for the best pop up canopy for rain protection, consider the following features:

Waterproof Fabric: Look for canopies made from materials like polyester or nylon with a waterproof coating (such as PU or silicone). A higher denier fabric will offer better durability.

Sealed Seams: Canopies with sealed seams prevent water from leaking through the stitching.

Tension Design: A design that allows for tensioning the fabric can help water run off instead of pooling, reducing the risk of leaks.

Side Walls: Some canopies come with optional side walls that can provide additional protection from wind-driven rain.

Frame Stability: A sturdy, rust-resistant frame (like aluminum or steel) will ensure that the canopy withstands strong winds and heavy rain.

Height and Coverage: Choose a canopy tent with enough height and coverage area to protect the desired space effectively.

Portability: If you need to transport the canopy, look for a lightweight and easy-to-set-up model.

Recommended Canopy Types

Pop-Up Canopies: Quick to set up and often have good waterproof options.

Heavy-Duty Canopies: Ideal for long-term use and extreme weather conditions.

Patio Umbrellas: While not a canopy, large patio umbrellas can provide good rain protection for smaller areas.

Popular Brands

E-Z UP: Known for durable and reliable pop-up canopies.

Canopy Tent: Offers a variety of waterproof options for different needs.

Coleman: Provides affordable canopies with good rain resistance features.

Conclusion

For the best protection against rain, prioritize waterproof materials, structural integrity, and ease of setup. Always check user reviews and product specifications to ensure it meets your specific needs.

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Hammock for a Cozier Outdoor Experience?

When it comes to relaxing outdoors, nothing quite beats the comfort of a hammock. Whether you’re soaking up the sun in your backyard, reading a book by the beach, or simply unwinding at a campsite, a hammock elevates the experience. Let's explore why a hammock is the perfect addition for a cozier outdoor experience and how you can make the most of it.

Why Choose a Hammock for Your Outdoor Space?

1. Ultimate Relaxation

A hammock is synonymous with relaxation. Suspended in the air, it gives you the feeling of floating, which is soothing for the mind and body. The gentle swaying motion helps relieve stress, allowing you to fully unwind in the peaceful ambiance of nature.

2. Portable and Easy to Set Up

Hammocks are lightweight and easy to transport, making them perfect for any outdoor setting. Most models come with convenient carrying bags, and many don’t require trees for setup thanks to sturdy stands. Whether you’re camping, hiking, or just spending time in your garden, a hammock can be set up in minutes.

3. Comfort and Versatility

Today’s hammocks are designed with comfort in mind. Many are made from soft, durable materials like cotton, nylon, or polyester, which provide excellent support while being breathable. Hammocks come in various styles—single, double, or even family-sized—so you can choose one that best fits your needs. They also pair well with accessories like pillows and blankets, transforming them into a cozy outdoor retreat.

4. Perfect for All Seasons

Hammocks are versatile enough to be enjoyed throughout the year. In the summer, they provide a breezy, open space to relax, while in cooler months, a hammock paired with a thick blanket or sleeping bag creates a cozy nook. Some hammocks are even designed to be weather-resistant, allowing you to leave them outside without worry.

Types of Hammocks for Every Need

Choosing the right hammock depends on how you intend to use it. Here’s a quick guide to some popular types:

1. Rope Hammocks

These classic hammocks are great for hot climates. The open weave allows for plenty of airflow, keeping you cool on hot days. They are usually made from cotton or polyester ropes, with the latter being more resistant to the elements.

2. Fabric Hammocks

Fabric hammocks offer a solid, supportive surface and are typically made from cotton or a polyester blend. These are ideal if you want a softer feel and are perfect for use in your backyard or patio.

3. Camping Hammocks

Lightweight and portable, camping hammocks are usually made from nylon and are designed to be easy to pack and carry. Some models include bug nets and rain covers, making them perfect for overnight stays in the wilderness.

4. Hammock Chairs

If you’re short on space, a hammock chair is a great alternative. These are suspended from a single point and provide a cozy spot to sit, read, or simply sway in the breeze.

How to Create the Ultimate Cozy Hammock Setup

Making your hammock as cozy as possible requires some creativity and planning. Here are some tips to enhance your outdoor hammock experience:

1. Add Soft Layers

A few throw blankets or cushions can instantly make your hammock feel more comfortable and inviting. Opt for weather-resistant fabrics that can withstand outdoor conditions.

2. Incorporate Lighting

String lights or solar-powered lanterns around your hammock create a magical atmosphere for nighttime relaxation. They also add a decorative touch that enhances your outdoor space.

3. Privacy and Shade

For extra comfort, consider adding a canopy or hanging curtains around your hammock to block out harsh sunlight or create privacy. You can also position your hammock under trees for natural shade.

4. Keep Bugs Away

If you're in a bug-prone area, a hammock with an attached bug net is a great investment. Alternatively, you can hang a net over your hammock for protection while still enjoying the outdoors.

Conclusion: Embrace Outdoor Comfort with a Hammock

A hammock can transform any outdoor space into a cozy oasis. With its portability, comfort, and versatility, it's the perfect addition to your backyard, patio, or camping gear. Whether you’re lounging solo or sharing it with a loved one, a hammock offers a simple yet luxurious way to connect with nature and relax. So, why wait? Make your outdoor experience cozier today by adding a hammock to your setup!