golden belt buckle

Many thanks for everyone who liked and reblogged the previous post! Not to spam many posts in one day, I’m uploading the close-up of the items today (as they might be a little small in the combined sheet).

By the way surgical tools like these existed since antiquity. Only the grips here are somewhat fancier, with enchantments. The third one left to right is how scissors looked for a long time.

dress me up, buttercup I one

Originally posted by osyub

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: idol+stylist!au, drama, humor, slight angst

warning: sexual themes and smut in future chapters

word count: 4k

summary: There are nearly 1,000 reasons why mixing work and romance is a terrible idea. Unfortunately, Jung Hoseok makes it very hard for you to resist. 

chapters: one | two | three | four

✩ a/n: my thirst for hobi was unreal and this is the result…

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Mistake

Based off of this

Akira was starting to think that buying these costumes was a bad idea. Everyone looked good, or cute in Morgana’s instance, in the dancing all night outfits, but one thief kept grabbing Akira’s attention. Ryuji and his god forsaken open, sleeveless purple jacket which showed off his chest for all to see along with the double golden chains dangling around his neck. Shades situated on top of short, fluffy, blond locks. White pants drooping slightly, revealing the edge of black boxers, yet secured by a black belt with a golden belt buckle. A flashy red bandanna tied around one of the belt loops completed the costume. Akira has seen his boyfriend in less, but for some reason, seeing Ryuji fight shadows in that outfit has him all hot and bothered under the collar.

So, when the last shadow of the group falls, Akira pulls Ryuji aside and tells the others he has to talk to the blond. Makoto looked between the both of them before leading the rest of the Phantom Thieves onward.

“What’s up?” Ryuji inquires with a curious expression.

Akira waited until the other are out of eyesight before pinning Ryuji to the wall and roughly kissing him. The blond lets out a muffled noise of surprise from the roughness, but quickly grew into the kiss.

Akira broke away, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He kissed and nipped at the blond’s neck. “Giving you that costume was a mistake.”

“Ah! D-dude, don’t leave marks!” Ryuji groaned out.

“Too late.” Akira replied, licking at the hickey he had placed on the teen’s neck.

preview I dress me up, buttercup I one

Originally posted by osyub

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: idol+stylist!au, smut, angst, humor

summary: There are nearly 1,000 reasons why mixing work and romance is a terrible idea. Unfortunately, Jung Hoseok makes it very hard for you to resist.

✩ a/n: enjoy!! expect the full chapter within the next 24 hours :)

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Several months after the Battle of Five Armies and when the last finishes of the restoration of the mountain are underway, Erebor formally celebrates it’s return to grandeur and it’s reclaiming with a giant feast and party to all the dwarves in Erebor who have returned home after such a long exile. 

Bilbo asks Ori, Dori, and Balin help him get a new dwarf-style outfit tailored for the festivities. The end result is a a pair of trousers (cut in the hobbit style) and high collared tunic made of a rather cheerful shade of green with a long sleeved undershirt of pale grey. The tunic is embroidered with gold oak leaves and twisting vines and had little gold buttons with acorns on it much like his old set from that long forgotten dinner jacket. Around the tunic he wears a thick but surprisingly light leather belt with golden buckle. 

And though Bilbo felt somewhat confident about his choice during the last fitting of it, the night of the feast, he feels horribly inadequate in the thicker fabrics and gold embellishments and he begins to worry if he’s just making a fool of himself by trying to dress more like a dwarf. More importantly, would Thorin approve? He had wanted to impress the dwarf and look suitable enough so stand at the side of the king, but now he worries he would achieve the opposite effect.

Doubt and anxiousness run amok in his head as he looks at himself in the mirror and his anxiety only grows as he approaches the great hall where the festivities are to be held.

However, the moment he catches Thorin’s eyes, he realizes that his fears were for not. The King not only looks pleased by his appearance, but stares as if Bilbo is some otherworldly being. In the end, it takes a sharp nudge from Dwalin to get him moving across the room to where Bilbo is. 

Bilbo is too aware of the multiple pairs of eyes staring at them both as the King Under the Mountain comes to take Bilbo’s hands in his, callused thumb caressing the soft skin the dwarf finds beneath them. 

“I don’t look too ridiculous, do I?” Bilbo asks softy so no one can overhear them. He’s only partially kidding. “Some of our friends helped me with the fitting because I hardly know what was considered proper attire for this and-”

Thorin cuts off his babbling with a gentle kiss to his forehead and Bilbo sighs shakily. 

“You look stunning, âzyung,” Thorin tells him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d wager you wanted to keep me entirely distracted tonight.” And the rumble of his voice is so familiar and soothing that it helps release whatever remains of Bilbo’s fears and he giggles a bit at his ridiculous, absolutely lovely dwarf.

And when Thorin offers him his arm, he takes it with confidence.