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riding-the-sunset-bird · 8 months

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People requested I make another post, this time detailing what affects Cove's Step 3 appearance, so that's what I'm doing today!

My previous post contains more details about the specific mechanics behind it, but the short and sweet of it is that things that your MC notices/picks up/favors/focuses on will influence Cove's appearance, but there are a couple that aren't like that and will change him anyway. If you want to get a different Cove than you had before without using the Cove Creator, try choosing different taste/aesthetic-based options, though keep in mind that there isn't a guarantee that it'll completely change him.

As for going through without using the Cove Creator, the only moments in Step 2 that don't have anything that will affect Step 3 Cove's look are Wave and Summerwork, so feel free to pick whatever you want in both of those. Everything else has at least something.

All that said, here's the list of every chance you have to change Step 3 Cove's appearance:

Step 2 Intro

If MC allows Derek and Cove to dig into the fruit bouquet {note that this will give Cove +1 warm points}:

You took a pineapple skewer. [no bracelet(s) on left wrist]

You took a grape skewer. [black wristband on left wrist]

You took a strawberry skewer. [no bracelet(s) on left wrist]

You took a melon skewer. [chain bracelet and beaded wrap bracelet with jewel on left wrist]

When Kyra asks the MC for recommendations for places to eat:

You shrugged. [spiky hair] {note that this will give Cove +1 cold points}

"Not really." [middle-parted hair] {note that this will give Cove +1 warm points}

"Sure, I have a couple of favorites." [no change}

You nodded. [no change}

If the MC agrees to give Kyra restaurant suggestions:

"The Chinese restaurant." [spiky hair]

"The tropical themed place." [ponytail hair]

You insisted Cove contribute to the decision. [middle-parted hair]

You insisted Kyra decide. [ponytail hair]

When Kyra asks the MC what kind of drink they'd like

"Just water." -> "Lemon." [white, yellow, and green striped shirt]

"Just water." -> "No." [black shirt]

"Soda." -> "Cola." [black shirt]

"Soda." -> "Orange." [white, yellow, and green striped shirt]

"Soda." -> "Grape." [white shirt with blue and white gradient button-up]

"Soda." -> "Lemon lime." [white, yellow, and green striped shirt]

"Soda." -> "Root beer." [black shirt]

"Soda." -> "Ginger ale." [white shirt with blue and white gradient button-up]

"Milk." (if MC is not vegan) -> "Just plain." [black shirt]

"Milk." (if MC is not vegan) -> "Chocolate." [white shirt with blue and white gradient button-up]

"Milk." (if MC is not vegan) -> "Strawberry." [white, yellow, and green striped shirt]

"Milk." (if MC is not vegan) -> "Soy." [black shirt]

"Soy milk." (if MC is vegan) [black shirt]

"Juice." -> "Orange." [white, yellow, and green striped shirt]

"Juice." -> "Apple." [white shirt with blue and white gradient button-up]

"Juice." -> "Lemonade." [black shirt]

"Coffee." -> "Iced with cream." [white, yellow, and green striped shirt]

"Coffee." -> "Hot with cream." [white shirt with blue and white gradient button-up]

"Coffee." -> "Iced, no cream." [white shirt with blue and white gradient button-up]

"Coffee." -> "Hot, no cream." [black shirt]

Growing

When the MC and Cove choose to make sandwiches:

You wanted to make a sweeter style of sandwich. (unavailable if MC chose a lettuce wrap) [no change]

You wanted to make a truly savory style of sandwich. [necklace]

If the MC chose to make a sweeter sandwich:

Peanut butter. [brown leather wristband with red bracelet on right wrist]

Cashew butter. [blue beaded bracelet and green jeweled bracelet on right wrist]

Honey. [multi-colored bracelets on right wrist]

Marshmallow fluff. [no change]

Chocolate hazel nut spread. [brown leather wristband with red bracelet on right wrist]

Strawberry jam. [multi-colored bracelets on right wrist]

Grape jelly. [blue beaded bracelet and green jeweled bracelet on right wrist]

Orange marmalade. [no change]

Banana slices. [no change]

Mango slices. [multi-colored bracelets on right wrist]

Strawberries. [no change]

Apple slices. [brown leather wristband with red bracelet on right wrist]

If the MC chose to make a savory sandwich:

Ham slices. [multi-colored bracelets on right wrist]

Turkey slices. [brown leather wristband with red bracelet on right wrist]

Tofu. [no change]

Hummus. [blue beaded bracelet and green jeweled bracelet on right wrist]

Egg salad. [no change]

Lettuce. [brown leather wristband with red bracelet on right wrist]

Tomatoes. [blue beaded bracelet and green jeweled bracelet on right wrist]

Red onions. [multi-colored bracelets on right wrist]

Cucumber. [no change]

Avocado. [multi-colored bracelets on right wrist]

Peppers. [blue beaded bracelet and green jeweled bracelet on right wrist]

Pickles. [no change]

Cheddar cheese. [no change]

Pepperjack cheese. [no change]

Mozzarella. [no change]

Family

If the MC agrees to do a show with Lee (note that you can pick multiple of these, so whatever you pick last will take priority):

"I'll sing too." [distressed blue jeans]

"I'll dance." [yellow pants]

"I'll play an instrument." [yellow pants]

"I'll write the song." [green cargo pants]

"I'll do some kind of stunt that goes to the music." [black cargo pants]

"I'll pick the outfits." [distressed blue jeans]

"I'll do the makeup." [white pants]

"I'll make a backdrop or some kind of stage." [black cargo pants]

When picking a movie to watch with the family:

"I wanna watch a romcom." [distressed blue jeans]

"I'd prefer to watch a horror." [black cargo pants]

"I think sci-fi is best." [green cargo pants]

"I'm in the mood for an action movie." [distressed blue jeans]

"Maybe we should watch a family friendly film?" [white pants]

"A comedy would be great." [yellow pants]

Dinner

When the MC has the opportunity to name Cove's fish:

(if Fond/Crush)

"Yeah, I do!" [no change]

"Can I?" [no change]

"No thanks." [rectangular blue glasses]

(if Indifferent)

"Can I name a fish?" [no change]

You kept quiet. [rectangular blue glasses] {note that this will give Cove +1 cold points}

And then when picking a fish to name if agreed:

"The smallest fish." [rectangular maroon glasses]

"The medium fish." [no change]

"The biggest fish." [rounded red glasses]

Road Trip

After Cove asks the MC what they like in other people (if MC pressed and pursued the anklet conversation with him):

"Muscles." [no change]

"Pretty hair." [no change]

"Glasses." [rounded red glasses] (only if Step 3 Cove didn't already have glasses set for him)

"Blue eyes." [no change]

"Everything about you." (if MC is on Crush) [no change]

Mall

As MC decides where they want to go in the mall:

A clothing store. [dark gray mosaic formal shirt]

An accessory shop. [dark gray mosaic formal shirt]

The makeup store. [taupe formal shirt]

A video game store. [taupe formal shirt]

The chocolate shop. [taupe formal shirt]

The pet store. [dark gray mosaic formal shirt]

A camping and outdoor supplies shop. [dark gray mosaic formal shirt]

The food court. [dark gray mosaic formal shirt]

A bookstore. [taupe formal shirt]

An art and supplies store. [dark gray mosaic formal shirt]

A music shop. [taupe formal shirt]

If the MC decides to pick a windchime for Cove and it:

Had a dolphin charm. [no bracelet(s) on left wrist]

Was a simple design of just silver poles. [black wristband on left wrist]

Had crystal strands. [chain bracelet and beaded wrap bracelet with jewel on left wrist]

Birthday

When Cove asks the MC what they bought for Miranda:

You picked out a stuffed animal. [white and blue pajama shirt]

You grabbed a necklace and bracelet set. [white and green pajama shirt]

You had found a lighthearted adventure book. [white and green pajama shirt]

You chose a yarn craft kit that made a toy. [white and blue pajama shirt]

You let your moms pick. [white and green pajama shirt]

Your moms didn't appreciate what you had picked and chose something else. [white and blue pajama shirt]

After the unnamed teen offers Cove and MC party favors:

You wanted one of the headbands. -> You pointed to a blue hat. [blue striped pajama pants]

You wanted one of the headbands. -> You pointed to a pink hat. [blue striped pajama pants]

You wanted one of the headbands. -> You pointed to a purple hat. [blue striped pajama pants]

You wanted one of the headbands. -> You pointed to a green hat. [gray striped pajama pants]

You picked a crown. [gray striped pajama pants]

You didn't want one. [gray striped pajama pants]

Escapade

When Cove points out to Kyra that he didn't bring shoes:

"You should always bring shoes when you're going out." [blue swimming trunks] {note that this will give Cove +1 cold points}

"I'm not wearing any either." {note that this will give Cove +1 warm points} -> "I don't know." [blue swimming trunks]

"I'm not wearing any either." {note that this will give Cove +1 warm points} -> "We can't." [pink swimming trunks]

"I'm not wearing any either." {note that this will give Cove +1 warm points} -> "It doesn't matter." [pink swimming trunks]

"It doesn't matter." [pink swimming trunks] {note that this will give Cove +1 warm points}

Soiree (both Cove's and Derek's version)

When the MC is choosing an outfit:

You looked for something formal. [black stud earrings] (if your Step 3 Cove currently has the spiky hair) or [silver huggie earrings] (if your Step 3 Cove currently has the ponytail hair)

You wanted to keep things casual. [no change]

You wondered how Cove/Derek might feel about your outfit. (if MC is not going alone and is crushing on Cove/Derek) -> You didn't want to look stupid in front of Cove/Derek. [no change]

You wondered how Cove/Derek might feel about your outfit. (if MC is not going alone and is crushing on Cove/Derek) -> You wanted to impress Cove/Derek. [black stud earrings] (if your Step 3 Cove currently has the spiky hair) or [silver huggie earrings] (if your Step 3 Cove currently has the ponytail hair)

You wondered how Cove/Derek might feel about your outfit. (if MC is not going alone and is crushing on Cove/Derek) -> You didn't want to come across as too excited. [no change]

You wondered how Cove/Derek might feel about your outfit. (if MC is not going alone and is crushing on Cove/Derek) -> You didn't want to look like you were taking this too seriously. [no change]

You wondered how Cove/Derek might feel about your outfit. (if MC is not going alone and is crushing on Cove/Derek) -> You wanted him to see you in a new light. [black stud earrings] (if your Step 3 Cove currently has the spiky hair) or [silver huggie earrings] (if your Step 3 Cove currently has the ponytail hair)

Step 2 Ending

If you didn't play Family nor chosen any options that change Cove's pants: [distressed blue jeans]

In addition to all of these, if you've noticed that a third bracelet on Cove's left wrist is missing, it's because you can only give it to him in the Step 3 intro. It's a black bracelet with a weave-like pattern that the MC can give to him if they chose to buy Cove a gift rather than give him something that couldn't be bought.

The only requirement necessary is that Cove has to have worn a bracelet of any kind during Step 2, meaning the shark tooth wrap bracelet on his right wrist, the pink beaded bracelet on his left wrist, or the brown and tan right wristband. The option won't appear among the potential bought gifts otherwise.

If your Step 3 Cove is already wearing a bracelet on his left wrist, he'll remove it to replace it with the one you bought for him, so don't do this if you like the one he's already wearing more.

And that's all! Whether you wanted to figure out how to make your ideal Cove look without the Cove Creator or were simply curious as to which Step 2 options affect his appearance, now you know!

#type: cracking the cove #our life #our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden

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tomcruiseishot · 1 year

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One shot: Ethan hunt x Rival Reader

I am shocked at the lack of Ethan hunt/Mission impossible fanfics on here. Anyways, I love a good enemies to loved so I decided to write one. Sorry if this sucks LMAO. If anyone likes this lmk i’ll write more.

WARNINGS: Kissing, Some blood, Mild language. This one is pretty PG-13. *Gif is not mine*

After finally arriving at the safe house, your feet are begging you to lay down. Unfortunately, you are covered in blood from todays mission and the last thing you want to do is go to bed without showering. The mission your on forces you to be in uncomfortable proximity to Infamous Agent Ethan Hunt. Even just hearing his name makes you irritated. This is not the only mission that you had to work with him. The two of you often get in each others way since you both want be making the decisions. What’s more aggravating is that no matter what you do on a mission, Ethan always gets credit for YOUR accomplishments. Anyway, instead of berating Ethan Hunt in your head, you really do need to shower. You slowly approach the bathroom. you hear the shower and realize ethan is occupying the only bathroom in the apartment. “Ethan hurry up, how much longer?”

The door opens and he leans against the white frame. You suddenly feel unable to breathe. He smiles at you with a hint of arrogance and an emotion you can’t quite place. “You missed me?” He sarcastically says, low and raspy in an attempt to not wake your sleeping colleague. Despite your best efforts you can’t help but watch the water bead of his chest onto his loose grey sweatpants. His abs are so defined they look sculpted. But you don’t have time for this. Besides, this is Ethan hunt we’re talking about here and you’re supposed to hate him. You try to think of something witty to say but your at a loss. “I need to shower Ethan, Im covered in blood and I’m tired.” He stares at you intently and you want to break his gaze but you keep from looking away. “You got pretty messed up out there.” He says. “Yeah no shit.” He chuckles lowly at this. “Listen. I know we haven’t always gotten along” he starts, “But you did really good today. We wouldn’t have killed the general without your quick thinking.”

I can’t believe Ethan hunt is being nice to me. When he says this, Your stomach erupts in a warm feeling that spreads throughout your veins and goes from your toes all the way up to your ears. I don’t have feelings for Ethan do I? We’re just talking agent-to-agent. He would’ve said that to anyone. His muscular arm brushes a tendril of hair out of your face and tucks it he kind your ear. You look up at him and begin to feel feel your stomach explode in butterfly’s. Suddenly you no longer remember why you knocked on the door.

Your legs start to feel like jelly but this time it’s not from exhaustion. He’s so close you can practically feel his breath on your face. He smells like a pine tree and his body heat makes you feel warm. He looks at you with something unprecedented: affection. For the first time you notice how handsome Ethan is. You begin to wonder what it would be like to press your lips against his. Ethan takes a brisk breath like he’s going to say something but then just stares at you, then nods in dismissal. “We’ll I should probably hurry up then.” He says. “Yeah probably.” You say chuckling.

He begins to shut the door. For some reason you’re filled with desperation for the man who you called your enemy 5 minutes ago. “Hey, Ethan?” He slowly turns back around and reopens the door. “Thanks for your help today. If I’m being honest I was pretty scared earlier and I don’t know what happened if you weren’t there,” The corners of his mouth turn up, “Hey, it’s my job. Don’t worry about it.” I start again, “But Im not just talking about the job. I guess what i’m trying to say is I’m really glad I met you. I mean glad know you-have you. you.” When he doesn’t respond you start regretting saying anything at all. “I’m sorry I don’t even know why I said that so I’m just gonna-” Suddenly he grabs your waist with his strong hands and pulls you in so close you can hear and feel his heart beat. He leans in and he puts his mouth on yours and kisses you roughly. You’re shocked but pleasantly surprised and immediately kiss back. Your whole body is tinging and it feels as if fireworks are going off inside the apartment. You grasp at his nape with one hand and with the other you feel the crevice’s of his abs that you’ve always secretly longed to feel.

He pulls away from the kiss and smiles at you with love and appreciation. He leans to whisper something in your ear. “we should take this… elsewhere.” You cock your head the same way a confused puppy does. “What, did you have something planned?” You both look towards the agent asleep of the bed. He looks back at you and his green eyes suddenly change to a hungry lust. You wryly smile. With one of his strong hands he forcefully pulls you into the bathroom and uses your body to shut the door. He raises your wrists above your head and pins you against the door with one hand, the other on the back of your neck. You wish this moment could last forever. He steps closer, roughly kissing you. He pulls back panting and looks st you with a small smirk. You smile then bite your lip. All you can think is you hope your friend isn’t a light sleeper.

#ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #mission impossible #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #one shot #enemies to lovers #make out #tomcruiseishot #ethan hunt one shot #Lime

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txtaetertots · 2 months

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED 68: prom

[ synopsis ] you’re trying to get into your dream school. beomgyu’s just trying to pass a class. the only way to ensure you both get what you want is to work together. very closely.

[ note ] i think this is the longest chapter i've written for this series omg its over 3k words aHH i hope you guys enjoy it <3

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When the prom venue was chosen and booked, Yunjin had a vision she couldn’t be talked out of. It was cliché, already been done. But, to Yunjin, there was nothing she couldn’t outdo and ameliorate—and a prom theme wasn’t any different. Kazuha would tell everyone it was a pain in the ass trying to meet Yunjin’s demands; but, now that it was all over and the fruit of their labor was finally able to be appreciated, she couldn’t deny it was all worth it.

From the dark blue shaded ceiling drapes adorned with twinkling lights to the glossy black dance floor sparkling with silver specs and reflecting the lights above, it was like stepping into a celestial wonderland. Starry night seemed to be a staple theme for youth events, commemorating these moments as magical and full of whimsy. And Yunjin couldn’t stop herself from doing just that and more. The round tables were intricately positioned around the room, hugging the dance floor and creating a path. The tables were dressed in velvet covers, trimmed with silver beads, and in the center of every table were the handmade centerpieces Yunjin forced Kazuha to make with her. Cylindrical vases of varying heights, filled with water, small white flowers, and iridescent streamers, sat inside a square tray filled with crystal pebbles. On top of the water floats lit candles, adding to the calming ambiance. The room was filled with decor exemplifying the theme from white, black, and navy blue balloon displays, twinkling stars, white drapes along the walls, and a sparkling golden crescent moon. Lights everywhere, flickering and flashing. The star of the display, however, Yunjin would argue, was the four-tiered golden fountain in the center of the dance floor. Her favorite touch was the fountain that took her three months of convincing and revamping.

“Wow, it’s beautiful, Yunjin,” Soobin gapped, doing his best to talk over the music while admiring every inch of the room.

Yunjin grinned, watching as their classmates admired and relished in the venue, “I know right.”

“Any word from Chaewon yet?” Beomgyu interjected, hands fiddling with the sleeves of his white suit jacket.

“Not yet,” Yunjin sighed, tapping her phone just to see an empty notification screen.

She looked up at Beomgyu, watching how his eyes wandered the room and the way he chewed on his bottom lip. He wasn’t even this nervous during their performance week.

“Beomgyu,” Yunjin said, placing her hand on his shoulder, gaining his attention. “Everything is gonna work out just fine. We’ve got this.”

Beomgyu nodded hesitantly, taking a deep breath. Despite being so last-minute, his friends were more than willing to move heaven and earth to make this gesture possible. Especially Yunjin and Kazuha, who used their privileges as prom committee members to create as romantic of a scene as they possibly could.

Just then, Yunjin’s phone flashed, alerting the three to a message from Chaewon.

‘Pulling up now. Get ready!’

Beomgyu felt his entire body turn cold. He looked between Yunjin and Soobin, heart threatening to jump out of his chest.

Soobin grabbed his arm, “It’s go-time!”

Leading Beomgyu through the crowd of students, Soobin made a beeline toward the DJ booth where Kazuha and Taehyun were waiting. As soon as the two noticed them rushing toward them, they began preparing the equipment.

YN grabbed a fistful of the skirt of her dress, nervously following Chaewon into the building. She could hear the faint thumping of the music down the corridor from the entrance, making her palms feel clammy and her breath uneasy. She didn’t want to be here originally. The embarrassment of Beomgyu rejecting her promposal was bad enough; but then, subsequently rejecting his relationship proposal after the gritty events following, it felt wrong being here.

Even when Chaewon was helping her do her hair and makeup, all she could think about was everything Yunjin said about prom. About it being the perfect ending to her and Beomgyu’s year. Instead, she’s going without Beomgyu, having already ended their story the night of their final performance. It wasn’t an easy decision, but it had been on her mind since the moment Beomgyu opened up to her. She would never do something as horrible as Jieun, but she knew that being thousands of miles away while building her career would make it nearly impossible to be a present part of his life. She just needed confirmation from NYU, and when she got it, it was the only option she felt was right.

Still, walking up to the beautifully decorated venue entrance, being met with the music growing louder and louder, all she could feel was regret and sadness, not an ounce of excitement. Chaewon locked their arms together as they walked through the string light entrance toward the sheer blue curtain, pushing through and falling in awe with the dance hall.

YN couldn’t stop looking around, taking in every bit of what felt like walking through the night sky, unaware that the music was going dim. She didn’t even notice Chaewon taking her down to the dance floor, too busy admiring the lit-up path edged with cloud-like bushels. It wasn’t until Chaewon let go of her did she realized where she was led. She looked around her, noticing the dance floor was cleared with everyone surrounding the floor while staring at her. YN looked back for Chaewon, who held up her hands and assured her all was okay. Confused, YN looked back at the floor, looking around for any hint of what was going on. She felt a wave of emotion and goosebumps over her arms and neck as a song suddenly began playing through the hall. A painfully familiar tune.

A spotlight shines over the fountain, gaining everyone’s attention, beaming over to a figure standing at the DJ booth. YN recognized him immediately and couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips.

Beomgyu stretched out his hand over his eyes, trying to block out the light so he could see her more clearly. In his other hand, he held a microphone. As soon as he saw her, he felt his nerves melt away and all he could focus on was her. He brought the microphone up to his lips, gaze never leaving her, and slowly made his way down the booth to the floor.

Guess mine is not the first heart broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

YN stood frozen, hands clenching to the fabric of her dress, watching as Beomgyu made his way toward her. The spotlight followed every step he took, making it impossible to look away from him. The light contrast made it hard for Beomgyu to read the expression on YN’s face, but he only hoped she was still smiling as he stepped closer and closer.

I’m not the first to know

There’s just no getting over you

It was such a spur-of-the-moment idea to sing to YN at prom. His friends still don’t know what happened after he met with Mr. Kim, but whatever it was, had to be a big deal. Beomgyu described it as “the sign of all signs” and his second chance. It was the last push he needed to consider Yeonjun’s plan of making the most of the time they had left. And, he knew he had to do something big to show YN how deeply he felt. What better way was that than through music?

You know I’m just a fool who’s willing

To sit around and wait for you

Beomgyu stopped a few steps in front of YN, reaching his hand out for her to take. YN could see his hand trembling, making her chest heave. She reached out slowly, letting him take her hand and gently pull her toward the center of the floor.

But, baby, can’t you see

There’s nothing else for me to do?

I’m hopelessly devoted to you

A smile crept its way to Beomgyu’s face, his confidence gaining as he noticed the faint blush painted across YN’s cheeks, as he was finally able to see her face clearly. He couldn’t help but focus on her eyes, the way they stared up at him in adoration. He swore his knees would buckle any moment if he didn’t look away, but he just couldn’t. He took a chance to twirl her around once before bringing her in and swaying together as the spotlight dimmed and they were bathed under the soft twinkling of the string lights around them.

But now there’s nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

He took YN’s hand and held it up to his chest, squeezing gently. YN could feel how hard his heart was pounding through the palm of her hand. She looked back up at him, watching the way his eyes fluttered closed as he continued to sing. For a moment, she forgot people were watching them. It felt like it was just her and Beomgyu at this moment in time.

I’m out of my head

Hopelessly devoted to you

YN carefully released her hand from Beomgyu’s grip and reached up to cup his face. He followed her movements, gaze falling back to hers as soon as he felt the warmth of her palm on his cheek. He turned into putty whenever he felt her soft fingers trace along the base of his ear, along his jaw. Her touch was so tender and comforting. He wished they could stay this way forever.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“I’m hopelessly devoted… to you,” Beomgyu sighed the last note, hands reaching up to cup YN’s cheeks to carefully wipe away her tears.

The music faded, leaving them in silence. People hesitated to cheer Beomgyu’s performance, not wanting to spoil the moment unfolding before them. When Taehyun made an announcement about this ordeal before YN’s arrival, they were reluctant to oblige, but as they watched the way Beomgyu poured his heart out into every lyric, they wanted nothing more than bare witness. It wasn’t like Beomgyu to have this much passion for anything or anyone, but ever since taking part in the musical, it was like he became a different person. Happier. Full of life. Desire for the future.

“What was all this for? When did you plan this? What?” YN began to blabber, looking around at everyone and spotting her friends gathered by the DJ booth with smiles on their faces.

Beomgyu pulled her attention back to him, smiling. “I know you said you said you wanted to just be friends. But, YN, I don’t think I can do that.”

“You can’t?”

Beomgyu shook his head. “It took me too long to realize the feelings I have for you aren’t just infatuation. YN, I’m in love with you.”

YN’s eyes widened. She never expected to hear that word from him. It was a scary word to hear at their age, but for some reason, it felt more liberating than scary. It felt right.

“Kiss her!” Someone yelled, pushing the rest of the crowd to begin chanting.

Beomgyu looked at YN, raising his eyebrows as if asking if it was okay. But, before he could even open his mouth to ask, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down, catching him off guard. Their lips crashed together, leaving Beomgyu bewildered for a moment before melting into her touch as their classmates cheered on. His hands found their place at her hips, where the hem of her bodice met the skirt of her floor-length dress. This was a feeling he could never get used to.

The DJ restarted his set, encouraging everyone to get back on the floor. Beomgyu pulled away, grinning from ear to ear, grabbing YN’s hand and pulling her away from the floor and toward the entrance to the corridors. There was barely anyone there, allowing them to catch a breath and enjoy each other’s company for a bit longer.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” YN said, gripping Beomgyu’s hands as she attempted to relax the adrenaline she felt.

“I had to do something big to tell you how I feel,” Beomgyu confessed. “Besides, I had to do something special, too, for that thoughtful promposal you gave me.”

YN slapped her hands over her face, embarrassment overtaking the rush. “I can’t believe you reminded me of that!”

Beomgyu laughed, attempting to pull her hands away, but she wouldn’t budge.

“I wanted to experience this night with you,” he sighed, giving up and pulling her against his chest instead. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I never saw myself going to prom, but when you asked me, all I could think about was how pretty you were gonna look.”

“Until you rejected me,” YN muttered.

Beomgyu squeezed her tight, a grimace falling over his face. “I deserve to be shamed for that. I know. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, like a dumbass.”

YN picked her head up from her hands, looking up at Beomgyu as he looked down at her. She could see the regret he felt about that moment written all over his face.

“Just like me when I said we should just be friends, huh?” She asked softly.

“Depends,” Beomgyu sighed. “Would it make a difference if I told you that I might be joining you in New York come spring?”

YN’s eyes widened, her mouth falling agape. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t get her voice out. All she could do was stare at him in bewilderment and squeeze his arms from shock. Beomgyu found it amusing. It was similar to the way he reacted when Mr. Kim told him. He could recall that moment like it just happened. Sitting in the chair facing Mr. Kim’s desk like he always was throughout the year, only instead of being scolded for his missing assignments or poor attendance record, he was waiting to hear the reflection on his performance in the spring musical. Mr. Kim praised him for his outstanding performance and display of great showmanship, a drastic change from the usual threats of detention for being a smartass in class.

“When did this happen?! What are you talking about?!” YN finally said, managing to break through her initial shock.

Beomgyu laughed, “Mr. Kim called me into his office to discuss my final grade and sprung it on me out of nowhere!”

“What did he say? What happened? I need to know it all!”

“He just made me read an email from NYU. They invited me to apply for the music program for the spring semester! I guess they liked me?” Beomgyu shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

Beomgyu was satisfied knowing he passed his final assignment ensuring his seat at graduation, but when he got up to leave, Mr. Kim urged him to sit back down. They had gone over everything they needed to, what more could there be to discuss? The grin on Mr. Kim’s face was borderline unsettling as he turned his computer screen for Beomgyu to see. With his eyebrows furrowed, Beomgyu steadily leaned forward to get a clearer view and began reading the open email tab adorned with a familiar purple emblem at the top.

Dear Mr. Kim, We wanted to thank you again for hosting us as we conducted a final review for fall semester applicants. Your drama department is brimming with talent and it was a delightful treat to be able to see the passion among your students. Everyone at NYU is more than enthusiastic about the prospects you are producing. One of your students in particular grabbed our attention especially. After discussing with the rest of the board, we are honored to extend an invitation to Choi Beomgyu to apply for the upcoming spring semester at NYU Tisch for our music program. Beomgyu demonstrated an elite level of music and vocal performance that moved our recruiters. Let us know if you or Beomgyu have any questions. We look forward to hearing from him.

“What did your parents say?” YN asked.

“They don’t know yet,” Beomgyu sighed. “No one knows actually. You’re the first person I told.”

“When are you going to tell them? Are you even applying?”

“Oh, I’m applying,” Beomgyu assured. “I never thought I could get an offer to pursue music. I don’t want to pass this up!”

No matter what Beomgyu did or said, his parents were adamant about having him take over the family market when he was old enough. All those summers spent working alongside his father in the market instead of practicing the chords his grandfather taught him on guitar. Those times they told him to keep his music down and stop “screaming” all the time. He knew it would be hard to tell them about the NYU offer. And, it would be nearly impossible to get their blessing to apply. But, this felt like a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make something of his old dream. Even without their support, he knew he had friends who would have his back and give him that push.

“I’m so happy for you,” YN said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. She was overcome with joy and excitement at the thought of Beomgyu not only pursuing his dream but pursuing it alongside her in New York.

Beomgyu felt his own tears finally fall as he wrapped his arms around YN, finding peace in knowing it wouldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t have to say goodbye this summer. He wouldn’t have to “make the most” out of every moment until she left for New York. For weeks, all he could dwell on was the idea of never being able to see her once she left. But now, the tension and worries were gone. He could enjoy their time together while they had it because their time apart could be numbered. They would be able to meet again one day in the new year when spring returns to gift them more precious memories like the spring they met.

[ note ] cheers cheers happy happy we scream and cry together aHHhHhh

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carlos-tk · 7 months

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thanks for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @welcometololaland @sznofthesticks 💖

actually posting whilst it’s still sunday in my timezone for once, which is a miracle in itself. shout out to the pre bedtime inspo because I have somehow just written 753 words in 30 minutes. here’s some of them for this weeks seven sentence sunday excerpt

TK’s left hand finds its way in the dark curls atop Carlos’ head, as he gives them a sharp tug, urging Carlos to put his mouth where his c*ck is hard and leaking pre-come at the tip.

He thrusts his hips forward to Carlos open, waiting mouth and tugs again, this time harsher and with less care.

The strengthened grip finally snaps Carlos out of his daze, the longing stare ceasing its intensity that’s been levelled at TK for the last few minutes.

He instead focuses his full attention to where TK wants him, and where he wants himself too.

His mouth opens wider and his tongue slips out, finally making contact with the bead of pre-come that’s had his mouth watering and his c*ck hardening since he entered the room.

The first sweet taste of TK is always his favourite and tonight is no different, he moans and savours it on his tongue, before he brings TK’s hips jerking forward as he fully sucks the tip into his mouth.

He makes sure he’s dirty with it, getting TK sloppy with spit and come, his wide tongue licking a jolting stripe down the vein that runs along the underside of his beautiful, thick c*ck.

Next he brings a hand up to join the fun, massaging his balls and giving them a sharp tug at the same time he swoops his mouth back up and then down again on TK’s c*ck, a soft kiss pressed to the base as he pulls off, mouth shiny, lips puffy and pink.

tags below 🏷

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#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #seven sentence sunday #d writes

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hearted-anon · 3 months

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Hiii! I know you like writing Lee Chang bin and I love reading your writing, so can i request lee Changbin and ler Seungmin and Minho

-ps rough tks please 🥺 tThank you <3

Summer or winter dwaekki?

Words: 1281

Note: had fun with this

T/w: Rough tickles

Lee: Changbin

Ler(s): Minho, Seungmin

Seungmin and Minho both grinned evilly as incoherent babbles passed between them, the eerie hallways helping to boost their definitely mysterious aura as they trekked the shared dorms. Both of them had spent their fun sleepover scheming and plotting ways to commit world domination, mischievous as they were usually. Settling eyes on a tired Changbin that was sprawled onto the floor like a melted ice cream, arm on his face to reduce the feeling of the sweltering heat, they knew world domination could wait.

Waltzing over to the peaceful dwaekki, Seungmin got comfortable with nestling his head onto the plush thigh, the muscle having grown big enough to be a free pillow. An annoyed grunt came from on top of him, before softening at the sight of the puppy and continuing his rest at ease; not knowing that he had just walked right into two masterminds. The younger nuzzled his head into the soft muscle, before feeling it tense right under him with a smirk.

“Nohot now…it’s so hohot!” Changbin whined pitifully, wiping another few beads of sweat from his forehead, earning a sigh of sympathy from the puppy. He might’ve been an evil genius planning to burn down the world into ashes with Lee Know but he wasn’t that mean, letting up as the oldest of the trio came back with a cup of iced water. Helping the tired rapper up, a straw was inserted into his mouth, the cat hissing in empathy as the realisation of how exhausted the producer was.

“Better, bunny?” Minho asked as the sounds of straws sucking echoed throughout the empty living room, earning a nod. The duo nodded happily, Seungmin rushing over to turn on the air conditioning, not wanting to endure the dwaekki having a heat stroke anytime soon, the sight would not be that pretty. Steps were heard and rang into the rapper’s ears before the chilling cold hit him, much like the unbearable heat moments before, earning a groan as he stood up to turn the thermostat up a notch.

“I thought you were hot?” Seungmin inquired with a raised eyebrow, dragging the tired rapper back to the floor without much of a fight, his muscles felt like absolute jelly from the weather. Changbin struggled immensely however, eventually getting cuddled up between the duo; Minho having his arms wrapped around his waist from behind while Seungmin had his arms around his neck, warming him up quicker than he’d admit.

“But you turned the air conditioning to like negative ten degrees!” Changbin rebutted nosily, earning an eye roll from the puppy at the exaggeration; it was only 23 degrees, really. He shivered when Lee Know rubbed his stomach slowly, almost innocently as his leg came to throw itself over his own, essentially caging him like prey.

“Let’s warm you up then, hm?” Minho whispered softly, earning a surprised squeak from his bunny child from the warm breath that hit his now icy skin. Poor Changbin shook his head rapidly in denial, but it was all too late, hands slipped under his thin tank top that was used to fan out the heat now his biggest weakness as the puppy spidered his fingers all over his stomach. The rapper squealed as his body began to writhe, unable to get anywhere with the dancer’s hands intertwined tightly with his, the gentle gesture proving to be a great pinning tactic.

“Nahaha! Y-Yohou guys suhuhuck!” Changbin giggled sweetly despite his half hearted protests, earning a noise of disapproval from the youngest in front of him. The fingers that went all over his bare skin felt unbearable, nose scrunched up in an adorable fashion as he tossed his head back against Lee Know, earning a quiet chuckle from the oldest.

“Excuse me? After all we’ve done for you?” Seungmin scoffed in mock annoyance, narrowing his eyes into slits from the insult. Minho dramatically gasped from behind, acting like he was absolutely gobsmacked as his paws squeezed the dwaekki’s fingers to imitate his heart pounding in absolute horror. The duo exchanged a knowing look that made the rapper worry down to his boots, definitely deciding on a fitting punishment.

“I think that deserves punishment, you ungrateful little bunny.” Lee Know taunted in a low whisper, clamping his legs around Changbin’s firmly enough to almost lock him in place as if he was in chains, moving his hands above his head in a swift motion that the rapper couldn’t even comprehend. Once realising his vulnerability, the middle of them started to bring out the whole works; begging and giggling as Seungmin’s fingers drew ever so closer, tantalising the poor boy.

“I’m sohohorry! P-PleaHAHAHA! SEUNGMIN!” He shrieked as nimble fingers found themselves in his armpits, proudly exposed by a happy kitty and the betrayal of his tank top, sending him into fits of loud belly laughter. The fingers grabbed onto the soft skin, before kneading in deep circles akin to a massage, eliciting a scream as Changbin shook his head rapidly in ticklish agony.

“Hmm…begging so quickly? I don’t believe it. How about a double check, hyung?” The puppy chimed enthusiastically, given his reserved nature that never meant any good to the suffering producer; who panted heavily as fingers left his sensitive underarms. Minho held him steady, the grip he had on all four of his limbs making him feel like a chew toy under him, staring at the evil dongsaeng who had Changbin at his mercy.

“N-Noho need for thahat! Gehehet a-awahahy from meHEHEHE!” Changbin squealed in boisterous hysterics once more as Seungmin knuckled his hands onto the boy’s hips, sending jolts of absolute ticklish energy through his already weakened body. No matter how much he struggled, kicked, tugged at his arms, he was going nowhere under his hyung’s hold, who simply laid behind him with a proud smile.

“NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAN’T! I-I’M SOHOHORRY- SO SOHOHORRY!” The rapper begged desperately as his back arched feebly to get away, the attempt was in vain of course. The puppy smirked, having always gotten his way with his hyung was nothing short of satisfying, especially those red cheeks that flashed brightly under the freezing living room, hair puffed up and all over Minho’s chest.

“For what, bunny?” Minho interrupted, having gotten bored of simply holding the middle down without any reward with a coy smile on his face. Inhaling a deep breath, he blew a loud raspberry onto the nape of his neck, matching the loud scream that came from the younger. Tears were welling up in his eyes as his legs struggled to break free from Minho’s thighs, bucking his hips by a millimetre as Seungmin kneaded deep circles into the hollows.

“F-FOR BEHEHEING A BRAHAHAT-! N-NO MOHOHORE!” Poor dwaekki felt his neck heat up as his embarrassing confession, but with every option he chose failed to squirm away from the two evil beings tormenting him to see stars, his mind gave out as it turned to mush. The puppy giggled happily at the proud confession, releasing his hold on the older’s hips; the cat panting from the long raspberry that felt like hours to Changbin.

“Our cute little bunny~” Lee Know teased, letting go of the rapper’s limbs that fell to the floor like jelly completely, unable to move as he melted into the floor like ice on a hot summer day; twitching ever so often. The duo crawled over to engulf him in a warm embrace, wiping away at the tears as hands gently massaged his wrists and shoulders, earning soft giggles and breaths of pleasure.

Changbin wished there was another hot summer day again as he slept between the duo, who continued internally planning their world domination plan.

#..?#lee changbin #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickle #ler minho #ler know #ler seungmin #:3

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cherrywhipped · 2 years

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Hunter x Hunter character scent hcs 🌬️

This is kinda for laughs but also I tried to make it reasonable, hope you enjoy♡

XX Gon: maple syrup or a chuck-e-cheese playhouse. no in between

XX Killua: some fresh expensive laundry smell 🙄 (gain fireworks beads), or sweat + campfire/burning smoke⚡️

XX Kurapika: faint pine needles & vanilla (😀??) hard to tell but whatever it is always smells the strongest right below his ear towards the back of his neck kiss

XX Leorio: hot cologne I just KNOW bro smells MMMM (more specifically maybe a mahogany teakwood type of delicious 👏)

XX Kite: my beloved. His smell is so comforting, it’s like wrapping yourself up in a blanket of honeysuckle and dewy grass.

XX Morel: yes obvi smoke but tbh… a hot whiff of that rich & refreshing incense smell that makes your head all cloudy 😵‍💫 [China rain, anyone?]

XX Knov: defeat. Probably wouldn’t have a defining smell, maybe something really light like mint

XX Knuckle: manly, gotta be like sweat and old spice deodorant 🔥

XX Shoot: absolutely nothing. It is bizarre how scentless he is

XX Palm: an unsettling dark berry candle

XX Biscuit: marshmallow fluff

XX Melody: smells like a friend. A friend that smells of citrus fruit.

XX Illumi: I bet he smells intoxicating but it’s eerie, similar to how some people like to sniff gasoline. This is so specific but y’know the heat residue smell when you flat iron your hair or iron clothes? That plus a deep forest musk or red wine note idk it smells good but gives u the creeps

XX Hisoka: I can’t imagine him not smelling like blood or at least somewhat metallic underneath. But he covers it up with some flower bomb type of perfume 💀

XX Chrollo: god he smells sexy. Sandalwood, rose water, maybe some vanilla bean or cinnamon or other deep spice in there? It’s the perfect blend of sexy musk and spicy with a little sweet on top. scent will put u on ur knees

XX Feitan: straight up smells like Hot Topic. musky & musty <3

XX Nobunaga: smells cool tbh, reminiscent of stormy weather, or how hot asphalt smells when it starts pouring rain (I rlly like that smell)

XX Machi: very clean like white tea, lemon, or lavender. You have to be super close to her to actually catch a whiff

XX Uvo: weird. Not good or bad necessarily, just the combo he has going on isn’t working with him like ginger or black pepper and salty ocean body wash

XX Shalnark: kinda basic but at least it isn’t bad, smells like clean linen tbh

XX Paku: a refined, strong scent. Amber or black cherry balsamic vinegar (trust me) something unique and a lil sensual

XX Phinks: icyhot. The icy hot muscle pain reliever stuff. (Peppermint, menthol) and honestly… it smells pretty good

XX Shizuku: grape jelly. That’s it. Idk how she smells like she spilled the whole jar on herself every day but somehow she does.

XX Ging: ……… literally dust. I feel like he smells like whatever the hell he was around that day, (a swamp, animals, fish, the sewer 🗿) never smells the same two days in a row, even his sweat smell doesn’t repeat 😖

XX Pariston: Irish spring soap bc the best liars and manipulators I knew always used that shit LMAO but yeah pariston would smell clean + good as to not offend any nostrils unlike ging

#hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter #hunter x reader #hxh x you #leorio headcanons #kurapika headcanons #shalnark hcs #kite hunter x hunter #hxh kite hcs #hunter x hunter hcs #feitan headcanons #phantom troupe headcanons #hxh knuckle hcs #hxh knuckle and shoot #hxh knov #hxh morel #illumi headcanons #chrollo headcanons

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wampabampa · 7 months

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Redesigns Redesigns Redesigns !

And a rename!

🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲

More info below + solo + sketches below cut!

Because I had redesigned cheddar I was looking back at my other two favorite girls, Riley and Boon, and found myself cringing at their designs. They were…okay! But not good anymore! Riley still looked like a sona despite her now being her own character and boon…boon was something else

🐜🐜 Riley Red 🐜🐜

When redoing Riley I wanted her to look super sweet but is surprisingly rude despite her appearance (cliché diner server from the movies). So making her shorter and chubbier instead of mean and lean looking like previously got that part down, all that was left was the hair which was thankfully easy thanks to her design for @/evillillad metal au I realized she look good af with bangs! I also ,add it more everywhere because she only has time to fix her bangs before back to running food! (Also gave her a beaded bracelet that is the same colors as poppy’s neck feathers) (they are gfs cause I said so)

But otherwise Riley is still the same! Same mean lesbian that hates her green bean rival who makes absolutely rancid hot dog combinations across the street

Regarding her diner: still working on an overall design but 85% of the dishware was made by Wally Darling (and friends)! Riley commissioned him for it. The rest she bought from (unfortunately) Howdy!

If she has any merchandise it would likely be similar to those toy kitchen sets or a paint it yourself dish kit for kids

🌧️🌧️ Misty Gloom 🌧️🌧️

For Misty Gloom (Originally Boon Gloon) I wanted them to be something else entirely. I disliked their original designs because while it was fun at the time it got annoying pretty fast. They were originally made for nsfw but I never actually did it! So last night after smoking a bowl with my bestie I came up with the idea: Rain Monster. Rainbow monsters exist, so why can’t a rain monster? So I got to work on making them look as wet as possible- their horns based off sea lettuce and their hair made to look like jelly, I actually got happy with the idea! The bottom of their feet and the palms of their hands I wanted to make it look like and ombré similar to rainbow monsters (I would say they are distant cousins!) for the clothes Rain monsters usually wear loose fitting clothing so I made them wear a caftan dress that was popular in the 70s

Info regarding rain monsters: Rain Monsters are a lot taller than rainbow monsters. They have longer arms fingers and more unique horn shapes and colors (made to look like camouflage). Similar to rainbow monsters when it comes to flowers, rain monsters actually whisper to the clouds and help them collect rain. Think of it like caring for animals and farming! Once the clouds have collected enough water they guide them where to go as a way to keep everything balanced. Throughout the forest and towns they have rain water buckets which they collect after every storm. What they do with it is a mystery. Rain monsters, at least most, are a very reclusive group, often staying away from others that aren’t their own. Of course they will talk to you, but don’t expect them too be excitable like their cousins the rainbow monsters!

Misty would normally be slouched over but for height comparisons I made them stand up straight for this one!

Misty would probably not have any merchandise herself but her species overall the merch would be make your own horns kit or a rain collector bucket

🐭🐭 Cheddar close ups 🐭🐭

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soft-for-yoongi · 11 months

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Hello author!

2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑 My idea is here with Jungkook sick and OT7 Caretakers, if possible! (I miss them :( So, they're enjoying a vacation together, in a private place. Its hot, and Jungkook cant handle well with it. He starts to feel week, dizzy and pale. Feeling like a low blood pressure. Everyone looks at him worried. Jungkook faints while drinking some water and after he's wakes and is a little conscious, throw up the water he has drank. The members get desperate and go rushing to a hospital, calling a ambulance, bc maybe jk gets a insolation

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: OT7

Tw: emeto, vom**, puking, dizziness, fainting, heat stroke, mentions of hospital, ambulance called

Word count: 795

Emojis: 2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑

Yayaya two people requested sick jk with this prompt so I combined them again!! I hope you enjoy and it's what you wanted!!

(I'm also unsure of how many more I'm going to write but I think around 2-3 more!)

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Searing heat, thick humidity, a private and breathtaking oasis by the beach. With only seven of them present, there are no intrusive cameras or rigid schedules, just pure relaxation. And that's why Jungkook is so upset he's not feeling well. The thought of ruining the holiday is ten times worse than the dizzying nausea and sweat trailing his back.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he brings a water bottle to his lips, he's hiding under his hair so the others can't see how pale and sickly he's looking (and feeling). They're at this small private beach, practically in the backyard of their temporary house. Taehyung and Jimin are playing about in the water, throwing soggy sand at each other. Jungkook was with them originally, playing in the warm, crystal-clear water before the heat started taking a toll on him.

He couldn't deny the nausea and slowly made his way back to the blanket and shade they set up. With every step, his legs felt like jelly, and the world was spinning around him. He plopped onto the blanket, and now he clutches onto the water bottle with his remaining strength.

The others are frolicking about in the sand and water, laughter a comforting sound. Jungkook hoped the shade would help but now he just feels isolated and achy. Just as he was about to take another sip of water, the beach towel rustles next to him. Jungkook turns to find Namjoon, who's sat down with a book in his hand, now looking at him with concern.

"Jungkook you don't look so good, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon reaches a hand to touch the youngest's cheek, feeling unnatural warmth. Jungkook tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak and shaky. "Yeah, I just need some rest." He replies, Namjoon isn't convinced. "No, Jungkook I think you should lay down. You really don't look good." Namjoon's brows pinch together. Jungkook swallows audibly, his head is really starting to pound.

Jungkook has no clue what Namjoon just said. His ears are buzzing and he's struggling to keep up right. He can see a few others start to walk over, confusion on their faces. He registers the water in his hand and goes to take a sip, but it just ends up spilling down his front. Woah, he doesn't feel good. He feels blood pumping in his ears before losing consciousness.

"—unkook! Jungkook, hey. Nono don't sit up—" Jungkook feels his stomach lurch, hands on his body and the worried voices of his bandmates. All he can do is whimper before throwing up to his side and then clutch the nearest person. "H-hyungie—" Jungkook cries, beads of sweat on his forehead. "Kookie, Kookie shh, calm down, Jinnie-hyung has called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay." Jimin smooths Jungkook's hair and Namjoon fans his face with his book.

"I'm gonna be sick- don' feel good.." Jungkook mumbles, Yoongi thinks quick and he grabs one of their empty snack containers and shoves it under his chin. Taehyung takes a bit of a clean towel and pours some water on it to rest at the back of Jungkook's neck and try cool him down. He burps and buries his face into the container.

He pukes clear liquid and Jimin trails his hand up and down his back. His head throbs with each gag and the bright sun still hurts his eyes even in the shade. Letting out a miserable groan, the others are jittery with worry. "Guys the ambulance is here, make room for them." Hoseok instructs and the members move out the way, except for Namjoon who holds Jungkook and the container steady.

Jungkook still manages to be shy and embarrassed as the paramedics check his vitals and ask a couple questions. "Jungkook-ssi how are you feeling right now? Still like before?" A middle aged woman asks, "n-not as bad.." Jungkook turns to Namjoon, hoping he can provide some more details. "He was super pale and dissociated. He's thrown up twice now but I think it was just the heat that got to him." Namjoon explains.

The paramedics strap something to Jungkook's arm and say that they should take him in to administer an IV. "So this is a mild case of heat stroke, two of you are able to ride with him to the hospital if you'd like." One of them suggests.

Seokjin and Taehyung are quick to volunteer and the others promise to meet them at the hospital. In the ambulance Jungkook feels a mixture of emotions, shy but also too sick to suppress his need for his hyung's dotting. He holds Taehyung's hand and asks Seokjin to play with his hair. Looking forward to feeling better, Jungkook vows to always stay hydrated when going to the beach.

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fulltum · 1 year

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Filling the squishy tiny with lots of dry waterbeads and giving them water so that they expand for a fun texture to squeeze. Plus, watching them expand slowly inside of the tiny

Ooh yes... maybe the tiny even fills themselves with the dry water beads because they think they're dippin dots or something similar! But then their tummy doesn't feel so good, and they don't seem to be melting inside of them... instead they feel like a beanbag, and tremendously heavy. Little do they know that when they get a drink their belly is going to start expanding, and expanding, and expanding, the consistency of the beads steadily moving from grains of sand to a jelly.

The tiny begs their keeper to get the beads out of them, but the keeper laughs and tells them that this is their punishment for being so greedy, and that they'll just have to have their tummy like that for the rest of all time given that the waterbeads aren't digestible. Owner probably makes good use of it, squeezing and squishing the poor little thing's flushed tum as he tries to squirm away, tears streaming down his cheeks both with pain and with the knowledge that this is how he'll have to live out the rest of his days...

#belly kink #stuffing #object vore #giant tiny #bellyache #belly ache #tummy ache #scenario #gt #g/t

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jankandjonch · 2 years

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Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton played through the speakers in the bedroom, you and Jake swaying sweetly together as the water of the shower beaded over the two of you. Wrapped up so tightly in his arms, his body flush against yours, your song playing in the back. This is heaven, you’re sure of it.

You let your hands roam. First to his chest, then to the sides of his neck as you pull him into a sweet, sweet kiss. Having him thoroughly occupied with your mouth, you let your hands travel south.

Grabbing his ass, giving him a tug tighter against your body he giggled into your mouth and his teeth clashed into yours.

“Grabby, calm it down a bit, will you?,” he was trying to put space between your bodies and that was quite the opposite of what you wanted.

“Hmmmm, no,” you smiled into his kiss again, letting your hands skate up over his hips and around his love handles to rest on his front.

His abdomen tensed, you felt it under your hands. You kissed him harder.

People on the internet are cruel, this is nothing new to you. But Jake, he’s had a difficult time with scrutiny and people putting their noses in his business where they did not belong. All it took was one post that he saw on Instagram and he’s kept his hands to himself for six days. So unlike him, being quite the clingy person behind closed doors.

“Let me, baby. Let me touch my sweet boy,” you breathed out against his mouth. Whiny, desperate, fingers digging into his supple flesh.

“Please, honey, I- I can’t. Not right now,” he grabbed your hands then to stop your motions.

“Jacob, I just want to love on you. You haven’t touched me in a week, c’mon baby. Just come to bed with me, okay?” Perhaps the sweetness dripping from your plea, perhaps he knew he had to give in at some point. Whatever the case, he nodded his head, jaw still slack and he kept his hands on your hips as you lead him out of the bathroom.

“I didn’t mean to neglect my honey,” he mumbled, shy. Ashamed.

“You haven’t my love, you’ve taken time for yourself. I’m not upset about that. I am upset that you let someone who doesn’t know you from Adam misguide your self worth. You know how many people on this planet want to throw themselves at your feet, Mister Kiszka?,” you finally got another giggle out of him.

“I just- I feel down. Like… I don’t- like maybe you don’t...” his hands are waving about, he’s really struggling to get his words.

“I know baby boy, I know. You think I don’t feel unwanted and unworthy sometimes when I read the shit people say about me online? But then guess what, here you come through the front door and whisk me away and throw me in this bed. You don’t even have to know that I’m feeling that way, not with words. You keep me here in this bed until I remember exactly who the fuck I am.”

“My honey,” he stated very matter-of-factly, hands getting grabbier as you spoke.

“Your honey. Yours. Just like you are mine. I know you’re upset, and if nothing else that just makes me wanna be sweeter on you, Jake. So let me. Can I?,” your hands had landed back on his hips again, just above the soft, slightly dimpled area that you so desperately wanted to bury your face in.

“I’m not…” his eyes cast down to watch your hands, with a glance back up you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

“Jacob, no. You are not fat. You are not unappealing. I want to nibble the skin right off your tummy. You make me fucking crazy.”

He giggled at that, too.

“You’ll show me?,” he sounds so small, it really breaks your heart.

“Until I die,” you kissed him once more. Sweet, soft.

He was jelly in your hands, then. Allowing you to push his chest and he collapsed back into the white sheets. A grunt leaving him as he looks back at you to find you kneeled between his legs looking at him - hungry.

“Fuck.”

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(keep me searching for) a heart of gold || s.h.

loosely inspired by one of the most beautiful songs ever written

steve x reader

content: angst, comfort. mentions of blood, eddie and max didn’t die bc I say so :)

word count: 2.7k

Steve Harrington has come a long way since his high school days.

He’s changed a lot in a matter of just a few years and, in your humble opinion, anyone with eyes can see it. Gone is King Steve, and gone are his days of mindless partying, his hunger for popularity and his asshole friends. The boy who’s now sleeping beside you is soft and warm, brave and selfless, loving and craving to be loved.

And you do.

How you’ve ended up here, neither of you know. At some point between fighting interdimensional monsters together and tending to each other’s wounds, his fingertips started to linger on your skin for just a little bit longer than necessary whenever you touched, your eyes would find his already looking at you across every room. He’d stumble over his words when you spoke to him, and your legs would turn to jelly when he sent a smile your way.

One day he asked you out on a date, and then another, and another. Every Friday evening he’d pick you up after work and you would spend hours together -catching the latest movies at the cinema in the new mall, sharing fries at the local diner and chatting the night away, making out in the back of Steve’s car until sunrise.

Falling in love with him felt as natural as breathing, as easy as falling asleep after a long day at the lake. And how could you not, when he looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky, when he is more of a home to you than any building could ever be.

Steve and you never technically made it official, you didn’t have to. You are his and he is yours; he knows that, and so do you. He talks about you constantly and brags about your accomplishments as if they were his; you invite him over for dinner at your house every week and for holidays and fantasize out loud about a future with him. Your whole relationship flows like water - easy, exciting and intense, and you like it that way. It’s been a year and the butterflies in your stomach still go into a frenzy when you’re together.

So yes, Steve’s changed. He’s gone from being a douche you actively avoided, to an unexpected ally and friend, to a lover. A soulmate, you dare to believe. He’s a beautiful person inside and out. You only wish he could see it himself.

It’s late into the night and you’re leaning against your pillow, reading a book under the soft light of the bedside lamp, when Steve wakes up with a jolt, sitting up beside you with laboured breathing. His dark red t-shirt is drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his neck, little beads of perspiration running down his temple and cheeks. He’s got a death grip on the sheets between you as he wills himself to breathe deeply, to listen to the lull of the rain pouring outside instead of the violent hammering of his heart or the blood rushing to his eardrums.

“Steve?” It takes you under a second to discard the book to the side, sit up and place a gentle hand on the boy’s back. He flinches, and when he looks at you his eyes hold so much pain that your heart aches for him. “Babe, it’s me.” Soothing, your hand travels up and down his spine in repetitive motions and he melts under your touch. His chest heaves with each inspiration.

Your heart pangs in anguish at the sight in front of you, regret bubbling up in your gut. You should’ve done something weeks ago. Steve’s a ticking time bomb ready to explode, and you fear you won’t know how to contain it once he does. But you don’t like to overstep, you don’t want to prod and push him to tell you things he isn’t comfortable with sharing. You simply wish he’d just talk to you instead of living his grief in silence.

Because you know he’s hurting.

Ever since you made it out from the Upside Down last March, he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep. Weeks of tossing and turning, of constant nightmares and reliving the fear from one too many fights and one too many monsters, of mourning the loss of his youth.

In the beginning, it was mostly because of the physical pain, his and yours. That’s why Steve asked you to stay over the first night -he couldn’t breathe without wincing, swallowing felt like a fire burning in his throat, and a sharp pain ran down your right arm if you tried to move it. You were too exhausted to stay the night at the hospital, so after a hot shower, Steve and you collapsed on his bed and shared a dreamless sleep.

Two months later, the injuries on his abdomen have left wide pink scars that don’t bleed anymore; and the burn mark across his neck is barely visible, only a faint thin line that you notice because you saw the fresh wound too. Your own broken collarbone -the result of following Dustin across the gate on Eddie’s trailer without the help from your makeshift rope-, is almost healed and doesn’t wake you up in need of analgesics anymore.

It’s the damage inside that keeps Steve from resting now. Flashbacks of blood, so much blood and despair, of grotesque bats digging their fangs deep into his flesh and vines squeezing tight around his neck. In restless dreams, he’s taken back to those calamitous spring days, to the ache that came with them and the agony that followed.

And even when he thinks the nightmares are over, his brain, cruel and ruthless, gives him no respite. When he closes his eyes, Steve finds himself in back that attic, staring helplessly at Max, held by a distraught Lucas, broken like a doll. He hears Dustin and you, sobbing uncontrollably over Eddie’s motionless body. He feels the earth shake under his feet, the ground splitting open, the streets catching fire and the buildings collapsing in clouds of black smoke.

You’ve held his hand through each and every one of those nights, helped him into warm baths and fetched clean clothes for him. You’ve changed his bandages and read aloud to him. In return, he’s helped you shower without getting your cast wet, he’s cooked your favourite meals and he’s let you pretty much move in with him. You don’t have as many nightmares as the boy, but he has embraced you through every single one of them.

“Steve…” His eyes find yours again and, with a shaky breath, Steve Harrington breaks down.

Big, heavy tears fall down his cheeks and stain the collar of his shirt and his sobs echo in the otherwise silent room. You blink, frozen in place. You’ve known Steve for years and you’ve never, not once, seen him cry -he’s the strong one of the group, a pillar for the kids, a shoulder for Robin and you to cry on.

But here he is, pressing his palms against his eyes, his shoulders shaking with each quiet whimper that escapes his lips. With an achy heart, you wrap your left arm around his shoulders and poke his bicep with your nose.

“Steve,” you whisper, “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t say anything, but sinks against your body, wrapping his hands around your forearm, gently but firmly, like you are a lifeline that will disappear if he lets go, but break in a million pieces if he squeezes too hard; and his broad frame seems so small in your arms that tears threaten to fall from your eyes too. “Don’t worry, I’m here, I’ve got you,” you kiss his temple and push the hair away from his face with your fingers, “What’s wrong, baby?”

A few heartbeats pass by before Steve feels calm enough to answer.

“Am I a bad person?” He chokes out, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, fingers now squeezing your sleeve, twisting the fabric until his knuckles are white.

Blood drains from your body. You don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but that wasn’t it. “What? Of course not, Steve, what are you talking about?”

“I failed everybody, didn’t I?” When the boy looks at you, his eyes are wet, puffy and rimmed red, and search yours with trembling desperation that matches his unsteady breathing. “I should’ve known the plan would fail, I-” he coughs, “I let the vines get us and everything came apart and -fuck.” He tries in vain to wipe his tears away, fresh ones dampening his cheeks right after.

“You had no way of knowing what would happen.” Your throat constraints with emotion, your voice raspy and hoarse.

“But I should’ve! I’m- I’m the oldest and- and everyone was in danger…” He is rambling. It doesn’t make sense to you, but he can feel the guilt eating him alive; the fears that haunt his dreams, his deepest insecurities, taking form as he speaks. “I didn’t keep you safe, any of you-”

“You did the best you could, Steve. We all did. That doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“You got hurt.” He gives your shoulder a sidelong glance. The look on his face holds so much disgust, so much self-hatred that you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from crying.

“This is nothing.” You try to smile for him, lying through your teeth. A broken clavicle isn’t nothing, but you know you were luckier than others. Luckier than Max, who will stay in the hospital for the foreseeable future with four broken limbs to heal and a shit ton of trauma to deal with. Luckier than Eddie, who you’d thought dead for several excruciating minutes, who’s still recovering from all the blood loss he sustained. Both of them barely made it out alive.

“I promised you I would protect you and I didn’t.” His breathing is evening out, slowly but steadily, but his face is still wet and blotchy.

“I knew the risks.”

“I should’ve kept you safe.”

You grab Steve by his shoulders and pull him away from your chest. “Steve, stop this. Stop blaming yourself.” Your own cheeks are damp, tears streaming down in hot rivulets and staining your shirt.

He falls silent and looks away, out the window, to the downpour falling over his garden, over the pool, breaking the smooth surface of the chlorine water. Closing his eyes, he focuses on the way it sounds as it hits the roof tiles, a blanket of sounds enveloping the whole house, drowning out the noise from the city, giving him a false sense of security that slows his frantic heart down.

“Sometimes I feel like… I must’ve done something very bad,” Steve hugs his knees and hides his face away from you. His tears are now silent, slow shiny diamonds reflecting the dim light of the lamp behind you, “In this life or another. Probably this one, because I was an asshole. And now everyone I love… everyone I care about gets hurt.”

“You were an asshole.” You agree, in jest, a futile attempt at lightening the mood. “But you were never a bad person, Steve. You’re not. You’re incredible.”

He dismisses your words with a dry laugh, a bitter sound that breaks your heart a little. So you insist, “You’re a hero.”

“I’m not.”

“Ask Eddie. He won’t stop talking about how he has a life debt now.”

“He almost died… If we had reached Vecna in time…”

“But he didn’t, thanks to you.”

Covered in soot and dirt and with their limbs twitching with exhaustion, Steve, Robin and Nancy had found you and Dustin collapsed on the ground, surrounded by hundreds of dead winged monsters, bawling your eyes out over Eddie’s bloodied and lifeless body.

The trio approached you gingerly, holding their breaths. Steve felt his throat tighten, nausea building up in his stomach at the sight, his legs wobbling when you looked at him through your tears and hid your face against his knee, trembling with each sob.

His mouth tasted like bile, acrid and sharp, stinging in his throat where it was sore from his own encounter with the bats; and a low burning shame nests in his gut when he catches himself thinking how that could’ve been him.

Robin’s gasp startled all of you. Eddie was breathing -barely, but Steve could hear a low gurgle coming from the boy on the ground. It all became blurry after that. Somehow, he managed to carry Eddie’s body through the trailer park and across the gate on the living room ceiling. He drove like a maniac and got him to the nearest hospital in the nick of time.

The only reason why Eddie Munson was still alive, was Steve -that is, according to Eddie, at least.

Steve sniffs loudly, using the sheets to dry his face. He remains silent, so you try again, voice soft and low and close to his ear. “You’re brave and you’re kind and you’re selfless.” He buries his face on the angle of your neck again. “You are a hero, Stevie. And we’re so lucky to have you.”

The boy trembles in your embrace. The rain has got more violent, rattling the windows; so you take the blanket that lies at the foot of the bed with your free hand and wrap it around you both.

“I’m afraid that you’ll realise you can do so much better than me.” He confesses. “That Robin will find another best friend, someone who can actually keep up with her. That the kids will see I’m actually a loser.”

“That is not gonna happen.” You sound like he’s speaking nonsense -and he is, but you can’t really blame him. “We are all losers. And Robin and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” Steve looks at you. His brown eyes are open wide, still glistening with unshed tears. “Besides, you’ll always have Eddie. He’s starstruck, babe, I’m almost jealous.”

You take his reluctant chuckle as a small win, and lean back down slowly, pulling him with you. Your hand finds his face, delicate fingers pressing against reddened skin. Steve traces your arm, from your wrist to your shoulder and keeps his hand there. You smile. “There’s no one better for me than you, Harrington.”

“Really?” He knows it’s a stupid question. He knows his insecurity shines through, but he’s never felt so small before and your reassurance is a lifeboat in this storm; his grip on you a bit stronger, not enough to cause pain but firm and almost desperate.

“Really.”

“I just… I want to be good. Be better.”

“You don’t have to, Steve.” He hates the way your eyebrows pinch at the middle, how sad you look because of him. “We all try our best with the cards we’re dealt.” You sigh. “I wish you could see yourself the way I… we do. You’d understand why we love you so much.”

Steve’s lips quirk ever-so-slightly, the first trace of a smile you’ve seen from him in a while. His eyes are clouded, his brain moving fast, trying to understand, trying to accept your candor; the words you state as facts, unquestionable, obvious.

He almost does. There’s a sliver of doubt that scratches at his heart and fogs his brain at the edges. The air, however, feels clearer. It’s easier to breathe, each inhalation bringing in the smell of your shampoo, light and familiar.

“You deserve someone with a good heart.” He whispers.

You shuffle closer, letting your forehead touch his gently. You know why he feels this way -the coldness of unloving and demanding parents, the loneliness of a house to big for an only child, the disappointment of realising popularity is an illusion. The horrors he’s seen, how young he is to have dealt with so much.

It breaks your heart that he can’t see his worth, but you’re willing to try to help him get there. So you mutter, for only his ears to hear. “I’ve got a boy with a heart of gold right in front of me.”

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a/n: I’ll admit this is a bit all over the place, and I don’t have much experience writing angst (fluff is so much better imo), but I hope you like it. I’ve been working on this since august 16th (what am I doing with my life) and have finally come around to writing the end.

Thank you for reading! Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome 💖 💖

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