#and (physically anyway) close to the second

[luna-azzurra]

Vibes for Characters #1

Who Are Angry, But Don’t Know Why...

(aka the ones who punch walls emotionally, even if they never touch anything)

☽ Clenched fists for no reason. Fingernails digging into palms. White knuckles. Always. ☽ Their jaw is sore, but they don’t realize it’s from grinding their teeth all day. ☽ Quick to snap at people who ask “Are you okay?”—because no, but they don’t have a map to what’s actually wrong. ☽ Laughs in the middle of an argument, but it’s that ugly laugh. That “God I wish I knew how to scream without breaking something” laugh. ☽ Gets weirdly emotional over small inconveniences. Burnt toast. Traffic. Missing socks. Not because of the thing—but because of everything. ☽ Hates being pitied more than being hated. ☽ Half the things they say sound sarcastic, even when they’re not trying to be. ☽ Walks too fast. Eats too fast. Always doing something like stillness might swallow them whole. ☽ Tells people “I’m just tired” when what they mean is “I don’t trust myself not to explode.” ☽ Picks fights with mirrors. Or themselves. ☽ Looks calm from a distance, but their energy feels like a storm about to break. ☽ The kind of person who storms out and comes back five minutes later because they weren’t done arguing with themselves.

Who Don’t Think They Deserve to Exist

(The “I’m fine, but I’m not supposed to be here” kind of characters. The ghost-in-their-own-body ones.)

☽ Flinches when praised. Freezes when complimented. Looks confused, like kindness is a foreign language they never learned. ☽ Keeps everything small. Their voice. Their handwriting. Their footprint in the world. ☽ Won’t ask for help, but apologizes for asking if they’re allowed to ask. ☽ Constantly feels like they’re taking up space they didn’t earn. Physically, emotionally, narratively. ☽ Will drop everything to take care of you—and absolutely cannot handle being taken care of in return. ☽ Fills silences with self-deprecation. Can’t stand being left alone with just their own breathing. ☽ Has entire imaginary conversations in their head about being a burden. Usually ends with them deciding to stay quiet. ☽ Smiles when they’re sad, because they’ve learned people like them better that way. ☽ Lives in survival mode, even in safe places. ☽ The kind of tired that isn’t fixed by sleep. The kind of ache that doesn’t bruise. ☽ Doesn’t think anyone would miss them if they left—but still shows up for everyone anyway. ☽ Would literally sacrifice themselves for someone else’s peace, and not tell anyone they were in pain while doing it.

Who Would Rather Self-Destruct Than Be Vulnerable

(You know the type. “I’m fine,” they say, while bleeding emotionally in six places and making it your fault.)

☽ Has a six-sense radar for emotional intimacy and bolts the second they feel it coming. ☽ Jokes about their trauma before anyone else can ask questions. ☽ Flirts like it’s war. Gets emotionally close like it’s a death sentence. ☽ Hates silence because it feels like it might start telling the truth. ☽ Master of the “accidental push away” (says things like “You don’t really care,” when what they mean is “Please prove me wrong.”) ☽ Would rather burn a bridge than admit they actually want you to cross it. ☽ Says “It’s not a big deal” about everything, even when it obviously is. ☽ Responds to “Are you okay?” with “Define okay.” ☽ Thinks vulnerability is weakness, but secretly craves someone who’ll stay after seeing the mess. ☽ Their love language is sabotage. Their defense mechanism is charisma. ☽ Will talk you through your emotional breakdown with terrifying clarity—and ghost you the second you ask how they’re doing. ☽ Would rather be hated for who they pretend to be than be hurt as who they really are.

[alisonsfics]

you are my sunshine

pairing: bucky barnes x thunderbolt!reader

summary: a team bonding day is just what the thunderbolts need after a string of rough missions. you set aside all your other stress and make one goal for the day: get bucky to finally kiss you.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: extremely soft and fluffy bucky

A soft knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. You already knew it was him. His metal fist making an echoing sound as it knocked against the wooden door.

You swung the door open.

“Hey, Bucky.” You said. Your smile made him weak in the knees.

Then he saw it.

A yellow sundress with small white accents ending right below your knees. The way it hugged your waist, made him crazy. It perfectly outlined your figure, like it’d been poured on as a liquid.

He just wanted to melt into you.

He sunk his nails into his thighs to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing your waist. “I…uh, hi,” he mumbled incoherently.

You watched his gaze roll down your frame, barely able to look you in the eye. “You’re allowed to compliment me. I won’t be offended.” You tried to encourage him.

He let out a sigh. “I don’t even know where to begin. You look like sunshine in human form.” He was in awe. You were like a magnet drawing him in, and he couldn’t pull himself away. And he didn’t want to.

Your heart swelled. That may have been the nicest thing Bucky, or anyone else, had ever said to you. “Anyway…uhh, the rest of the team wants to leave early. They sent me to check if you were ready yet.” He explained.

You nodded. “I’m ready.” You said, sweetly. “I’ll take this for you.” Bucky said, taking your tote bag out of your hands and leading the way to the car outside.

Bucky carrying your bag full of beach supplies made you feel like there were butterflies bursting out of your chest. You didn’t know why. It was so surprisingly domestic, which wasn’t a look you saw on him very often.

After your last mission, which had been a rough one. The team decided to rent a house close to the beach for the weekend.

It was nice to see Bucky recharge being in an environment that wasn’t life-threatening at every turn. You both had spent all of last night giggling and playing card games til midnight. You could feel his hardened exterior chipping away as he opened up to you more and more.

You walked down the driveway to the car where the rest of the team was hanging around. The girls cheered when they saw you. All of you piled into the car.

Alexei, naturally, was driving. Yelena was in the passenger seat and in charge of the aux cord. You were squished between Bucky and John in the second row, while Ava and Bob were sitting in the third row.

Bucky started telling you some goofy story about growing up in Brooklyn. Seeing him happy made you happy. It was like when you saw a baby or a puppy and it was so cute that you got cuteness aggression.

Watching Bucky gush about his happiest memories was like that.

It was like your skin was electric, and you physically couldn’t sit still. You wanted to hug him, or hold his hand, or pepper kisses all over his face.

You tried to restrain yourself. He’d probably think you were crazy if you did all those things. You tried to tone it down and still get your energy out.

You rested your hand on his thigh. He stuttered for a second, then jumped back into his story. His hand slowly inched over towards yours, letting his pinky brush against your own. It was like being zapped by an electric current.

You both froze for a second, catching each other's eyes. Embarrassed, you both looked away.

The car pulled up to a red light. You refused to look at Bucky, but you knew he was watching you. Your face burned under his gaze.

“Everybody, say cheese.” Yelena said, holding up her phone to talk a selfie of the group.

You smiled quickly sticking bunny ears up behind Bucky’s and John’s heads. Ava tried to stifle a giggle as she noticed your small prank. Alexei stuck out his tongue and held up a rock n roll hand.

“Bucky, scoot in. I can only see like half your face.” Yelena said.

He turned, resting his arm along the seat behind you. “Hey, no bunny ears for me.” He said, finally noticing as he scooted closer to you. He was shoulder-to-shoulder with you. If he’d been any closer, he would’ve been in your lap.

“Is that what you’re doing?” Walker asked, grabbing your hand and pulling it down. He glanced over your head at Bucky, who nodded at him. They both quickly put bunny ears behind your head.

“You’re a bunch of children.” Yelena teased as she snapped a couple photos.

When you got to the beach, Alexei, Bob, and Ava all dropped their bags and quickly ran down to the water. The rest of you starting setting up the beach chairs and towels.

“Hey, Bucky. Can you put some sunscreen on my back?” You asked. It took a lot of effort to hide your smirk as Bucky got flustered.

He finally looked at you, realizing you’d taken off your sundress and were standing before him in a white bikini. His pupils grew. His mouth felt dry as his eyes raked across every inch of your skin.

He tried to memorize every detail. He never wanted to forget the golden glow that the sun gave your skin. Or the way your bikini perfectly fit your body. Angelic— was the only word he could think of to describe it.

He’d gained Yelena’s and John’s attention by now. Watching as he fumbled around his words, not a single coherent sentence leaving his lips.

“I think what Bucky is trying to say is that you look amazing.” John said. The compliment was sincere even though his main goal was embarrassing Bucky.

“Sorry, doll. Yeah, I can help ya.” He said. He spread his legs, patting the place between them on his lounge chair. Realizing where he wanted you to sit, it was your turn to be flustered.

Still, you sat down. His thighs were pressed up against your hips. Your stomach turned in knots. A warmth starting to pool in your belly.

A sudden cold stinging on your back. Except— it wasn’t from the sunscreen. It was his metal hand.

Oh fuck— you hadn’t thought about how soothing his hand would feel on your burning skin. You felt unbelievably hot. Like you expected to see steam evaporating off your skin. But the cold jolt of Bucky’s metal digits provided a relief that made you melt into his touch.

“Sorry, doll. My hands are a little cold.” He had a cocky smile plastered to his face. The smug soldier knew exactly what he was doing. He heard the sigh that left your lips as he massaged your back, rubbing in the sunscreen— the same sigh you’d tried to disguise with a cough.

“It’s alright…feels nice,” you whispered, so only he could hear you.

He rubbed in the last bit of sunscreen, then let his hands sneak around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing his chest against your back. “Make yourself at home,” you teased him.

“Maybe I will,” he retorted, nestling his face into your neck.

“Alright, come on lovebirds. Say cheese for the camera.” Yelena said, standing in front of you both.

You squinted at the camera, the bright sun making it impossible to open your eyes. You held your hand above your eyes to block the sun.

Without thinking, Bucky took his sunglasses off his head and slid them on your nose.

Your hands ghosted over his hands resting on your stomach as you both posed for the picture. “Okay, I’m done. Proceed with your canoodling.” She teased.

You turned over your shoulder; your face only millimeters from his. “You want to go swim?” You asked, pretending like you didn’t see his eyes flick down to your lips.

He licked his lips and quickly nodded his head. “Last one there is a rotten egg, super soldier.” You mocked before you took off sprinting towards the ocean. You couldn’t outrun Bucky, you knew that, so you were shocked when he hadn’t passed you yet.

Then, you felt your feet lifted up off the ground. You squealed as Bucky threw you over his shoulder. He ran down to the water, trying not to drop you as you squirmed.

He made it to water and softly placed you down beside him. “That is cheating. You’re disqualified from the race.” You said, poking your finger into his chest.

You waded into the water, and Bucky followed behind.

John and Yelena watched from their beach chairs. They both had books abandoned in their laps because it was just so much more entertaining to watch you and Bucky pretend like you weren’t in love.

“No way they’re leaving this trip without hooking up, right?” John said, looking over at Yelena. “Oh absolutely not. I’d say by the end of the day.” She countered. John raised his eyebrow, “wanna bet?” he asked, reaching his hand out.

“Oh, you’re so on.” She said, quickly shaking his hand.

“It feels so nice to just relax and not have any missions to worry about.” You said, talking to Bucky as you both walked deeper into the ocean. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt through your body. “Mhmm,” he responded, softly.

You went to step forward, but it was deeper than you expected it to be. Your foot slipped against the loose sand, but you felt two hands grab your forearms.

Bucky held you up, keeping you from falling under the water.

At the same time, you both realized how close you were standing. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer til there was no room between the two of you.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you?” Bucky asked. His voice came out soft; so soft he wasn’t sure whether he’d spoken the words or thought them.

“Mad? Oh definitely not. I’d encourage it.” You replied.

He chuckled before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your bodies melded into one. To Bucky, you felt the missing puzzle piece of everything he’d ever wanted in life. His lips curved into a smile as he kissed you.

“I win!” You both heard Yelena scream. You both pulled apart and saw her jumping up and down and sticking her tongue out at John.

“Looks like our friends had bets on us.” You said, giggling.

“I’m really not surprised.” He said, leaning back in to kiss you again.

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[quesocheeso]

*At this point it's your fault. Hello my friend from the other side of the darkness.*

Now this is just a funny idea.

Who do you think is shadowpeach biggest fan?

Nezha? Xiaoxing? MK? No, definitely none of them. It is actually Macaque's doctor.

Hear me out.

He is an old man who had his fair share of poor demons being taken advantage of then thrown away when they couldn't give birth to a powerful child. He loves kids and became a doctor hoping to save as many as possible or at least help the mothers.

At first he hated Wukong and tried to give Macaque a headstart for when Wukong got rid of him and the magicless baby.

But a few visits later he could clearly see how loved the baby and the mother are. Wukong would keep notes of all the things related to them and wouldn't ask twice about any type of treatment. The baby was clearly happy and the mother was very well taken care of.

And so they became his favourite couple.

Now for the fun part:

Macaque and Wukong had a fight before going to doctor and he clearly noticed:

Doctor:"Well, as far as I can see Mr. Macaque, your tests are improving smoothly however the rapid heartbeat is very concerning." (His ass is lying.)

Wukong immediately switching from angry to absolutely concerned:"What? But he's been taking his medication and eating healthy, why would he have that?"

_"I need to do more tests to be sure but just in case, was there any reason for Mr. Macaque to be stressed these past few days?"

_"We had a fight... Why? Is that why he's getting sick?"

_"That's my best guess. I do need to remind you that even though he looks fine, he can still get very sick very quickly, he is not in the safe zone yet." (Macaque has been luxuriously living in the safe zone for a while now.)

Macaque:"So what do I do? Do I need medicine for it?"

Doctor:"I'd like to avoid that if possible, we don't want to exhaust your body. Let's try talking things out first and..."

_"And what?"

_"Well, physical relations are very good to release pent-up stress. I'm just saying to keep that in mind. If you don't want that then I'll have to prescribe you some more medicine."

Wukong:"We'll try talking things out first."

Doctor:"That's wonderful to know. Please speak to the secretary about rescheduling a new appointment to check on the mother and the baby later."

Even though he lied a lot, he was still very professional and kept an eye out for his patient. But these two walked into his office without holding hands and he took it personally. It would be a tragedy in his book to let these break up.

Imagine his happiness when he knew there's another baby on the way. As the shadowpeach fan club president, he was overjoyed and made sure these two would not be one second apart during the pregnancy.

*Imagine it for a second and tell me it's not hilarious. Anyway, have a great day! I'll excuse myself into the darkness.*

Girlypop I let out the loudest ass laugh ever possible when you said Macaques doctor was these two biggest fan, brooooo that old lady HATES their asses (affectionately) lmaoooo

She’s actually the side character the next 3am comic features and I lover her to bits, she is straight to the point and close to being vulgar while at the same time trying to kick these youngsters from her office at all times, she was Macaque’s midwife for Xiaoxing’s birth, and consequently the midwife to the rest of his kids

Although I do love the concept of her grudgingly caring about the youngsters and helping them work out some of their problems, because of the type of relationship she’s seen in her days with powerful couples, and how different the monkeys are.

She did think Wukong was a dead beat dad during Macaque’s first pregnancy since he was out of the picture, but that did change when he broke into the delivery room to be there for the birth and then stuck around for everything else, specifically to make sure Macaque was alright,,,,, you know that video of the dad who keeps looking for his wife and her health through the hospital doors while his family fawns over his child, that’s Wukong fr lol

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper enhypen

🍒 jungwon x f reader

adult content featured | read at your own discretion

“are you sure this will work, jungwon?”

“it has to work.”

you bit your lip anxiously, deep in thought. in the end, you nodded your head. “okay, but we should set some rules.”

jungwon raised his eyebrow. “rules?”

“yes rules. one, no physical touching,”

“in order for this to work, i have to touch you.”

you shook your head, “no, there has to be a way around it,”

“well cherry, there isn’t,” jungwon argued, rolling his eyes with a huff. now he was regretting this deal.

“second, no feelings,”

“oh trust me, that won’t be hard whatsoever.” jungwon scoffed.

this time you rolled your eyes. “i won’t do your work, but i will help you.”

“fair enough, i guess.” he shrugged. you’d end up doing it anyway once you’d realize how busy he was with after school activities, clubs and his sports. plus his social life.

“great, what’s your address and i can stop by tonight and we can begin that paper of yours?”

jungwon wrote down the address of his shared house with his friends near campus on your planner.

“your ugly handwriting in my pretty planner, how dare you!”

“see you later, cherry.” jungwon smirked.

later that evening, you found yourself outside of jungwon’s house around 6. you knocked for a good five minutes before someone even opened the door.

a tall, brooding young man opened the door, with dark hair. he didn’t seem happy. “what do you want?” his voice was deep and it sent shivers through your body.

“um, oh, here to see, uh, jungwon?” you replied, playing with the string of your hoodie.

“is that a question or statement?” the boy laughed.

“ni-ki leave her alone. she’ll break out in hives.” you heard jungwon laugh.

“no i won’t!” you defended. jungwon acts like you can’t talk to the opposite sex.

the boy, ni-ki laughed, and walked away leaving you and jungwon. “let’s go up to my room.”

“your room? why not the living room?” you nearly squeaked.

“because i have 2 other roommates who are loud and will bother us. and i am more than sure they will bring company over.”

without additional argument you followed jungwon up the steps to his bedroom. his room being neat, shocked you.

he sat on the floor at the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to him, grabbing his laptop.

“where should we start?” jungwon asked, opening the word document.

you explained how you typically liked to start from the conclusion, then work on an introduction. after about an hour, you’ve helped jungwon with his paper, and he had over half of it completed.

“my brain cannot take it anymore.” he groaned, shutting his laptop. “i need food.” he stood up with a stretch, his shirt rising up showing off his toned stomach. he looked down to you, “want anything?”

your thoughts immediately turned to something inappropriate. you swallowed, “no i’m fine.” you smiled weakly.

jungwon nodded once and walked out his room leaving you alone to finally breathe. this is the longest you’ve been this close to jungwon since like elementary school.

you couldn’t believe it when he came up to you earlier wanting to make a deal. he would pretend to be your boyfriend if you help would agree to help him with his assignments.

why?

to make your bully leave you alone. even in university, bullies still existed which was ridiculous but was the sad truth. he was currently behind in some of his classes due to his busy schedule and needed the help.

you took the time to look around his room, to get a feel of the real jungwon. action figures, pictures of him and his family, his friends, certificates and awards, a karate award, other trophies.

“spying on me now, cherry?”

“huh?” you whirled around seeing jungwon holding a cherry pepsi. one of your favorite drinks. maybe he liked them too.

but he surprised you when he held it out for you. “for me?” you squealed, your voice betraying you. jungwon chuckled and nodded with a smile.

“of course, why else do you think i call you cherry? i’ve seen the way you will inhale anything cherry flavored.”

“are you making fun of me?”

“no, i find it cute how your eyes light up at anything cherry flavored.”

≽^•⩊•^≼

three weeks later, and things to seem have been going well. other than what happened yesterday. you've chosen to ignore it and not bring it up to jungwon, however, jungwon has noticed something off in you.

right now, you were reading peacefully while also at his soccer practice. nothing interesting really, he was the goalie, and although you did find him and his teammates eye candy, it's not like they would find much interest in you.

your chest burned and tears threatened to spill at the remembrance of the harsh words from yesterday.

"what's got that pout on your face, cherry?" his voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head.

"no--nothing." you huffed, looking back down to your book.

jungwon looked down to you, eyebrows coming together. "doesn't look like nothing. something has got you deep in thought."

"it's nothing jungwon, can we drop it?"

"is it something, or someone?"

you stood up from the bleachers, "i said drop it!" you used the back of your hand to wipe away a tear that came down, and quickly shut your book, rushing off.

jungwon wasn't going to let this go. he wanted to know who hurt you. within these three weeks, he became fond of you. very quickly he may add.

"cherry, wait up!" he chased after you. you walked quicker. you don't know where you were going, but you were trying to hide from jungwon before he could see you cry. but you wasn't that lucky. his legs were longer than yours.

"cherry, hold up!" he ran in front of you, stopping you in front of the locker rooms. "cherry, talk to me." jungwon sighed, tipping your chin up so you could look into his eyes.

you wanted to melt. in these weeks, you've also became fond of him. any rumors you've heard about him, were being debunked by his actual personality and words. he was kind, gentle, goofy and occasionally clumsy when he didn't mean to be.

"jungwon--," your voice broke and it ruined him. he pulled you into the women's locker room (which was completely empty and out of order as it was being prepared to be remodeled).

he pushed you against the door and locked it behind you. "tell me what happened. now." he demanded. "no bullshit."

so you told him what your bullies told you. how they cornered you and made remarks. how they claimed your relationship with jungwon was nothing but staged and fake. they never saw jungwon kiss you or touch you. how could that be a real relationship? they mocked how you'd never be in a relationship. not with jungwon, not with anyone, not even jake sim, the legend of the school who would sleep with almost any girl on campus would want to touch you.

you sniffed. "you were right, this was stupid. this was never going to work."

"i didn't say that, cherry." he sighed, and used his knuckle to graze your cheek. "in order for this to work, i have to touch you. not saying i have to grab your ass, or stick my hands down your pants."

your cheeks felt hot at the thought of him doing that. "jungwon,"

"we can take it slow, okay? small kisses to your forehead, cheek, neck. hugs from behind. playing with your hair. i can give you piggy back rides." he laughed.

"i never had a boyfriend, jungwon!" you bursted out.

"okay, and?" jungwon chuckled.

"jungwon, it means i'm inexperienced."

"i'm not asking to pop your cherry, cherry."

you slapped his shoulder. "jungwon, i'm inexperienced in all aspects."

"even hugging a guy?" jungwon asked dumbfounded and you nodded shameful.

"a kiss?"

you shook your head. "haven't even had my first kiss, jungwon." you signed, thankful to finally let out the reason you've been so adamant on not letting jungwon be so flirty and touchy with you.

jungwon's eyes darkened with desire. "can i change all of that, cherry? please."

"i mean, yeah with hugs, maybe innocent kisses,"

"no cherry," jungwon took in a deep breath, "i want your hugs, kisses, and more."

"oh, um, maybe, eventually,"

jungwon shook his head, "no, now please." jungwon begged.

the thought of your innocence being taken away by someone else? absolutely not.

"oh, uh, well, we can go to my place, or yours," you were trying your best to handle this news, and lets say, you weren't handling it well.

its not because you didn't want to, its because it was jungwon? NOW?

"no, cherry, now."

you snorted. "so gentleman of you." you crossed your arms, your arms brushing against his chest. you pushed him away. this was happening so fast, your heart beating out of your chest.

did you want to lose your virginity, all your onces in a soon to be remodeled women's locker room?

yes.

wouldn't this be a hot story for your other friends? wouldn't this be a hot story for your bullies? to make them shut up and tell them not only did you lose your virginity, but got railed by THE yang jungwon in a women's locker room?

"tell me what's going through that pretty head of yours, cherry." jungwon smiled, his thumb tracing down your cheek to your bottom lip.

for once, it wasn't the books you were reading, or the fictional men on your screen making you hot and bothered. it was a real man standing in front of you.

"i think i broke rule number two." you quietly said.

"i broke that rule the day i met you, cherry." jungwon's eyes burning with need, his thumb resting on your lip. he leaned in, tasting your lips for a sweet second before pulling back leaving you wanting more.

"i think i want to be railed by you." you spoke aloud before even thinking.

jungwon smiled with a chuckle. "i can do that cherry, just not today, okay? or at least, not the first round."

jungwon picked you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, your arms around his neck. your right hand went to the back of his blonde hair. your new found confidence pulled him into you, wanting his soft lips back onto yours.

oh mother heavens, was you really about to lose your virginity right now? in a women's locker room? with yang jungwon? your heart was beating so fast in your chest, adrenaline rushing your veins. not because you were going to regret this. but because you were so thrilled. excited.

jungwon carried you a little further back into the locker room, your back resting against a flat wall. his kisses traveled from your lips, your cheek, down your neck, his lips finding a weak spot once he heard a whine come from your lips.

meanwhile, two of his fingers busied themselves sneaking into the front of your shorts, softly tracing over the cotton of your underwear. "fuck, why couldn't you have worn a skirt." jungwon whispered into your neck, before attaching his lips once again.

"i don't own many skirts, jungwon." you leaned your head back, so he had easier access to your neck.

"we have to change that." jungwon sighed, nibbling on your neck, using his teeth, a bigger whine coming from your lips.

you felt him harden in his pants, and you're sure his fingers felt yourself becoming wetter at the moment.

you whimpered when his lips disconnected from your skin, and he slid his fingers from your shorts, and slid your body down from his.

before you could ask why, he removed his sweaty shirt and placed it on the ground. he nodded his head, signaling for you to lay down. with no questions, you put your book down (which you somehow still had a grip on) and sat slowly down on his shirt and he leaned down, his legs on either side of your knees.

his fingers went to the button of your shorts, and pulled those down along with your underwear in a quick, smooth, movement. no time to think, jungwon was quick with his movements. he laid in-between your legs, his mouth watering over your core, he places your thighs on each of his shoulders, ready for his next taste of you.

he dove in like a mad man, sucking, licking, biting, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep them in place. your hand went to grip the top of his blonde locks, back arching from the ground. you bit your bottom lip to keep from sounds getting too loud cause although no one would come in, people were still passing by.

you moved your head to one side, biting on your sleeve to contain any noise. you didn't believe a man's tongue would feel this good on you. and what felt even better was when jungwon added a finger slowly into your cunt. the wetness of you helped with the pain, his wide shoulders keeping your legs apart for him.

jungwon soon added a second, then a third finger to stretch you out. it started to sting, tears threatening to spill out. jungwon would check on you, but you would shake your head stating you were fine and for him to keep going. really by pushing his head back down, wanting his nose to rub back against your clit.

a weirdness felt at the pit of your stomach, and your legs began to shake. this seems much more intense than other orgasms you've given yourself. "jun, jungie, so close." you moaned you, eyes tightening.

"if i let you come, do you think you can come a second time when i fuck you cherry?" jungwon asked and you nodded.

"yes jungwon, promise." you groaned as jungwon's three fingers kept their pace, his hot breath on your core, thumb brushing your clit. soon you were coming apart on jungwon's fingers and tongue.

"can't wait to ruin you some more." jungwon whispered, your energy coming back from the first orgasm. he moved your legs off his shoulders, them slightly sore after he kept them apart for what seems like hours, but was only 5 or 6 minutes.

jungwon stood up to remove his practice shorts and boxers from his body, standing completely naked in front of you. entranced by his abs, and overall fit body, you removed your shirt and bra. jungwon smiled that you felt comfortable enough to remove the rest of your clothing.

jungwon leaned back down, to position himself, his tip at your entrance. "cherry, i don't have a condom, are you okay with that?"

you nodded. "yes. i, i know your reputation for being careful and clean. i trust you jungwon." you smiled, wrapping your arms arounds his broad shoulders. your hand and fingers spread in his hair, soothingly for him.

jungwon leaned down to kiss you, to distract you as he pushed himself into your tight cunt. you felt the sting, the thickness, your walls trying to acclimate this new feeling. you accidentally bit his lower lip, tugging it when you moved yourself away. jungwon rested his forehead against yours, eyes looking into yours, nose nudging yours once, a smile stretching against his face.

your face scrunched in uncomfortableness, but just for a moment. it soon went away after a while. "ever played with yourself?" jungwon asked trying to district your mind.

you nodded, "yeah, few times."

"who did you think of?"

"oh um, fictional characters, or my books,"

as your rambled, jungwon went balls deep, causing you to jolt, and your legs tightened around his waist. "shit, fuck!" you screamed then moaned.

"sorry cherry, you feel good," jungwon grumbled, kissing you deeply. you nodded into the kiss, and jungwon pulled back only to go balls deep once again.

your entire grip on him tightened. his waist, his broad shoulders, you walls gipped him tighter. "so much better than fictional characters and books." you whispered, but jungwon heard you with a smile.

jungwon sat up on his knees, leaning against his ankles, gripping your waist in his big hands, slightly sitting you up so the back of your thighs rested against his thighs. this new angle caused for you to reach your orgasm even quicker, especially when jungwon's thumb began rubbing circles on your clit, his other fingers teasing your nipples and playing with your neglected breasts.

"jungwon, close again, please," you began to beg, wanting the next release.

"i got you cherry, just focus on letting go for me."

and that you did. soon you were coming on jungwon, juices leaking in-between the both of you. you, not even aware of that possibility of how much could come out of you in your first release. jungwon's orgasm followed not long after, coming in you, but pulling out to finish spilling his come onto your cunt, the rest leaking out of you. jungwon instantly getting hard after getting soft seeing his come leaking out of you, mixed with your own.

“fuck can we do this again?” jungwon huffed, trying to catch his breath.

you laughed. “yeah, as long as we do it in front of the bullies.”

jungwon laughed this time. “how about we just send them a nice video instead?”

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[luv-lock]

hello! sorry if you answered this before but how do you write romance so well? like I find it hard to convey in my stories that two characters are deeply in love without writing big unless moments. so how do u write the small ones? like the little touches or reactions that convey devotion without it being weird or forced?

That’s such a sweet question—thank you. I think for me, it all really goes back to knowing the characters deeply. Like, really knowing them. Not just how they talk or act, but what makes them tick. What they fear. How they love. What makes them pull away vs. what makes them hold on tighter.

Romance isn’t just about the big moments—it’s in the quiet, subtle things. A glance that lingers too long. A hand brushing against yours and staying there a second longer than it should. The way someone softens when they look at the person they love. You don’t always need fireworks to show love—sometimes a character turning the mug to the handle side before setting it down is enough. It’s about intention.

For me, the difference really shows in who I’m writing. Like—writing romance for Dick Grayson is not the same as writing it for Jason Todd. With Dick, he’s someone who loves easily. He’ll flirt, charm, fall for someone pretty without even realizing how deep it’s gotten until he’s head over heels. You can capture that through spontaneous affection, lingering touches, the way he lights up around someone.

But Jason needs time. He’s suspicious of affection. He’s been hurt and betrayed, so he wouldn’t fall for someone just because she’s pretty—he needs consistency. Loyalty. Time. With him, romance is more subtle: maybe he starts sitting closer. Maybe he remembers things you say. Maybe he gets quiet and safe around you, which is his version of intimacy. His love would be shown more through protection and presence than words.

So when I write love, it’s filtered through that character. It’s about the small, human things that feel natural to them. You can’t force it—you just have to listen to your character and let them show you how they love.

So continuing on—when I say “it all comes down to knowing your characters,” I don’t just mean their favorite color or what they’d order at Starbucks. I mean knowing how they love. What scares them about love. What kind of vulnerability they can handle. Because love isn’t one-size-fits-all—it’s filtered through trauma, personality, ego, history, and worldview. So the same action can mean wildly different things depending on who’s doing it.

Like—if Jason rests his head in your lap? That’s not just physical closeness, it’s trust. It’s “I finally feel safe enough to close my eyes around you.” But if Dick does it, it might be “I want to be near you. I feel playful, soft. I want your attention.” It’s not better or worse—it’s thematic. It’s who they are.

When it comes to writing romance without “big” declarations, it’s about these micro-moments that are packed with meaning for that character. Here’s what I pay attention to:

1. Proximity & Touch

Who initiates touch? Who pulls away? What does that say? A character who has trauma with physical affection might show love by just sitting close. They might flinch before they touch, but still do it. That’s intimacy.

2. Dialogue Tone

Even regular conversations can carry romantic undertones. One character always softens their voice with the other. Or they use a private nickname. Or they answer in half-sentences, knowing the other person understands anyway. That shorthand = connection.

3. Memory

If a character remembers something small—a favorite snack, a fear, a random story—it’s intimacy. If they act on that memory without bragging about it, it’s devotion.

4. The Way They Look

Don’t underestimate eye contact. A character watching the other like they hang the stars? That’s love. A character who can’t look at them directly because it hurts too much to feel that much? Also love. Use their gaze as language.

5. Reaction to Pain

When one character is hurt—physically or emotionally—how does the other respond? Some lash out, some become gentle, some freeze. But in every case, that reaction reveals how deep the love runs.

6. Silence

People in love sit in silence differently. A charged silence. A comfortable one. An aching one. Describe how silence feels between them. It says so much.

And again—know their narrative arc.

Dick might fall quickly and wear his heart on his sleeve. Jason? He might deny it until it destroys him. Damian might show love through obsession, Tim through quiet loyalty, Bruce through reluctant softness. You can write a character giving someone a glass of water and make it romantic if you know what it costs them to do it.

That’s why I don’t think “small” moments are small at all. They just need to be packed with character-specific meaning. And when they are, they hit harder than any kiss.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Quotes

➯'incorrect quotes' from the Baby Series !

➯a/n: i'm just having fun kkkkk something cute and silly to have a break from the angst im writing

#♡

hwa: "baby-ya, what are you doing ?"

baby: *sitting on the counter about to cry* "i don't have to explain myself to you !"

hwa: *siiiiigh* "where's the bug ?"

baby: "s'over there..."

#01

baby: "what if the earth really is flat ? and we're like a space frisbee ?"

sannie: *just trying to practice* "uhm... wait-"

*a few moments later*

sannie: *hunched over a paper with a crayon to explain physics* "and then we would hit each other like hockey pucs !"

manager: "san, are you busy ?"

sannie: "...very"

#02

joonie: "is this blue elmo ?"

baby: *tiny death glare* "this. is. cookie monster. jesus, don't you know anything ?!"

#03

*watching someone get called out*

hwa: "murder i can get behind but it's not okay to be misogynistic"

manager: "yeah, what an asshole"

manager: ....

manager: "wait, hold on a second-"

#♡

hwa: "pink or blue ?"

baby: *staring at hair bows intently* "this is a tough one..."

hwa: "take your time, sweetpea"

#04

baby: "do you think 'bout what it would be like to be, like, a butterfly?"

ming, without hesitation: "everyday, absolutely"

#05

ming: *looking for a crayon* "do we have brown ?"

baby: "yeah, shiny brown"

ming: "do we ?"

baby: *throws crayon*

ming: "...this is gold, shortcake"

baby: "yeah, shiny brown !"

*distant wooyoungie cackling*

#06

baby: "if your concept is pirates... wouldn't it be cool to call them 'yeoho' ?" *points to yuyu and sangie*

*stunned silence*

sangie: "oh my god you're a genius"

#07

hwa: "eat your vegetables"

baby: "joonies not eating his !"

hwa: ....

joonie: ....

hwa: "e-"

joonie: "i gotta go !"

#♡

hwa: "no, you"

baby: "no, you"

hwa: "no, it's you"

baby: "nuh-uh ! it's you !"

hwa: "baby-yaaaa, you're prettier~"

baby: "nope, it's mommy"

#08

yuyu: *yelling at his game* "what are you, five ?!"

baby: *from the corner* "what's wrong with bein' five..."

#09

wooyoungie: "see you tomorrow, kiddo, and remember -"

baby: "humans can bite hard enough to take off a finger !"

wooyoungie: "you got it !"

hwa: *turning around slowly* "what ?"

wooyoungie, threateningly: "see you tomorrow, hyung !"

#10

big bear: *closing a book* "wow... winnie the pooh is a smart mother fucker"

baby: "smart mother fucker"

hwa: *choking on his drink*

#♡

hwa: *staring at baby falling asleep*

hwa: "i'd cut off a million heads for you"

baby, sleepily: "no thanks, mommy"

hwa: "...i'd do it anyway"

[riverwaikato]

Expanding my bird AU!

If you've seen these bird designs on tiktok, that's me! I want to write the worldbuilding out physically so here we go:

Engines are falcons, coaches are owls, and freight are everything else. There are some exceptions to this rule, it's mostly based on physical prowess in the jobs.

Talking about jobs - falcons are fast and cover large ground, so they lead the lines as the engines - they find resources for collection, but as they aren't very strong, the freights collect it. Hawks and eagles may also be engines as they can soar for quite a long time and reduce energy waste when flying.

Freight carry material back to the Yard - wood, water, and rocks to help build nests. This means that freighters have to be strong - eagles, hawks and vultures are the most realistic for this role, but certain bush falcons can also be strong enough to carry material.

Coaches are owls. They help build the Yard, using the materials collected from the freight. However, some owls can be freighters and carry material, as many owls are very large and can carry large weights. Most coaches are owls for racing reasons.

The Yard - big tree. they live in big tree. Burrowing birds live in the base of the tree

RACING!!!! The fun bit. - Engines race in front, the secondary flyer (coach or freighter) directly behind them. They both hold a vine in their beaks to stay connected/coupled, but if the pair is close enough it's not necessary as a rule. The uncoupled rule - the ten seconds before disqualification - is a distance rule. If you and your partner are more than 10 meters away from eachother for 10 seconds, you're disqualified.

The reason most want to race with owls is the silent flight. If your partner cannot be heard by other competitors, they have less of a risk of being hurt/targeted. This is also why the vine is majorly used as you can't hear your partner behind you, so a physical line is useful.

Most courses are over flat land with a bushy/forest-y bit to slow racers down. (Most) falcons are not good with maneuverability, so this is to even the odds if a hawk is racing as an engine, as they could potentially catch up during this part.

This is why Rusty and Hydra win in the end; Rusty is a barbary falcon, a smaller species. Hydra is a New Zealand falcon, a bush falcon used to woodlands. When Rusty races with Dustin, the course has a large river running through it and since Dustin is a Stellar's sea eagle, they had an advantage.

Anyway that's it for now! If you have any more questions pls ask me I have bird brainworms.

[aventurineswife]

How would SAHSRAU cast react after seeing someone trying to pull a fast one and just confess their feelings towards their Creator, Their Divine Grace while everyone else is distracted.

Ohhh this is deliciously dramatic. You’ve got a recipe for immediate chaos, especially in a universe where the Creator is real, tangible, and divinely adored. The SAHSRAU cast would absolutely lose it—but in very different ways, depending on their relationship to the Creator and their position in the hierarchy.

Aventurine

Freezes mid-smile like a glitched-out NPC. You can see the stock market crash behind his eyes.

“Sorry, what was that? You confessed? To them? While I was gone for two seconds?”

He keeps it polite, even friendly, but the next time he corners that poor confessor, it’s under the guise of a “casual chat” that feels oddly like a business deal with your soul as collateral.

Kafka

Chuckles lowly. Leans back with that lidded gaze.

“Oh? Bold of them. Stupid, but bold.”

She’ll absolutely pull them aside later—not to threaten them, no no—just to talk. And by talk, I mean she’ll casually weave in every horrible thing she could do to erase them from existence if the Creator ever looked sad because of them.

Jing Yuan

Smiles as if he didn’t just hear a heresy spoken aloud.

“Quite the timing, don’t you think?”

He’s calm—too calm. Probably already running fifty simulations in his head about how to shift this person far, far away from the Creator without seeming overtly cruel. But make no mistake: he is not letting this slide.

Herta

Scoffs. “Oh please. They think that’s enough to win Their Grace’s affection? Pitiful.”

Herta immediately starts calculating the probability of their confession being accepted (spoiler: she gives them a 3% chance just to be petty).

She’ll probably invent an experiment to prove why it’s statistically irrational to love someone that far above you.

Dan Heng

Goes stiff. You might not notice a change in expression, but the air pressure drops.

He’ll say nothing, but that person will start seeing shadows flicker at the edge of their vision for weeks.

The confession? Forgotten by most. Not by him.

Welt

Closes his book slowly. Looks over his glasses.

“I suppose the foolhardy never go extinct.”

He won’t act directly—but later, he will find a tactful way to ask you what you think of that person. “Purely out of curiosity,” of course. If he doesn’t like the answer, your new admirer might find themselves reassigned to some forgotten corner of reality.

Silver Wolf

Blinks. “...Huh. Okay. Bold strat.”

She’s not jealous, per se. She just starts coding an aggressive pop-up ad virus that only shows up when the confessor is around you. They say “I love you”—your monitor screen glitches and flashes "ERROR: You are not permitted to flirt with admin."

Fu Xuan

Drops her jade tablet. Physically winces.

“The fate lines just snarled like a nest of vipers. What did you do?!”

She immediately starts recalculating every outcome, muttering under her breath about delusional mortals and divine proximity hazards. She’s not letting you be alone with that person ever again.

Guinaifen

“W-WHAT!?” She was mid-bite into a snack and nearly choked.

Tries to play it cool—fails.

For the next week she’s awkwardly hovering around you, trying to find out if you feel the same. If yes: she cries. If no: she high-fives you but then feels guilty and gives you a peach bun anyway.

And the rest?

Most of them would react like some mix of “jealous, stunned, and HOW DARE YOU TRY THAT WITHOUT PROTOCOL.”

You don’t just drop a confession like that to God. That’s like handing a love letter to the sun and hoping not to burn.

If the Creator so much as blinks positively at the confessor? Oh dear. You might need several characters physically pulling each other back from going nuclear.

All in all? It’s an emotional riot. And that poor confessor may never realize they nearly started a holy war with one sentence.

Now, I'm gonna go sleep... I better not see anymore SAHSRAU asks in the morning.

[shallowseeker]

“but shal, how could crowley have slept with naomi when fergus macleod wasn’t alive yet????”

well. for starters, “mesopotamia” could’ve just been a general poetic.

but also could be as simple as… he didn’t.

he has intel on her. and he’s posturing, as usual. because that’s what crowley does.

double entendres and innuendos are his weapons of choice to sow distrust, suspicion, discomfort, derision. to put you off balance, if he can. (and if that fails, he’ll switch to insults or, at worst, incessant goading.)

And the thing is… almost ALL his posturing is sexual. it’s how he wields power (from what traditionally tends to be from a weaker position)

it’s more about how he operates and fergus’s victimhood/ historical demon trauma more than it is a statement of de facto truth

he wants you to read into it

get distracted; get discomfited

just long enough to take your eye off the ball or give him the upper hand in a power struggle

[wintergrofyuri]

ok hi im back again. can we talk about the hero harem. i wanna talk about the hero harem.

so. what do i mean by this. well, think of a dating sim. now stop thinking about a dating sim bc its not anything like the hero harem. the hero harem is an all you can eat buffet. a basket of bread at a restaurant. chips and dip.

the hero harem is a game of hungry hungry hippos.

see, we can all agree that hero is like. the de facto leader. he's kind and empathetic. a nice guy. easy to get along with. but most importantly: he's the voice you start with. the one you always have. the closest to the long quiet. the closest to the shifting mound as well. this means something probably. but most importantly, it means something to the other voices. they're disjointed and argumentative and the only thing keeping them together is sharing a body.

now, what happens when you give them their own bodies? chaos. absolute fucking chaos. probably some attempted murder as well. but hero wldnt let that happen. he's the glue holding them together. their rock.

what im getting at is, they're all codependant as fuck. clinginess varies but its present in all of them. always an arm around his shoulders or hand on his arm or. just hands everywhere. they're all very touchy in my mind. physical sensation is very novel to them and they want to get everything out of it they can. preferably with their hero.

you may be wondering. do they fight? do they tug at him like a barbie doll? growl and tug like dogs with a rope? maybe a little. in subtle ways. but its more like a class pet type situationship. he is theirs collectively. they pass him around like a bottle of bud lite is what im saying. like "its been one of those days. pass the hero" ykno. they all have their grubby little claws on him. and if we're adding the vessels? oh my god its like a fucking joint at a party. they are all in that shit. like cheeto dust on ur fingers. but like. its feather dust.

anyways, hero is a little silly guy who loves affection he's soaking this shit up dont worry about him. they feed him, they walk him. he gets plenty of sunlight ykno. its fine. hes fine.

[msfcatlover]

Duke in the Reverse!Robins AU be like…

”Eldest daughter syndrome? What eldest daughter syndrome? Nah, just because I’m the oldest does not mean I have eldest daughter syndrome. Sure, I’ve had to mediate between Damian & Bruce, or Steph & Bruce, or help certain Titans find a middle ground, but that’s just being a good leader. And yeah, I’m protective of the younger kids, but that’s just what any responsible adult in my position would do.”

*finds out one of the members of his team has such bad civilian trauma they need to straight-up quit hero work*

“Oh shit… I fucked this up. I was too focused on my own problems, how the fuck did I miss this? Okay, okay. I was already burning out trying to juggle being Gotham’s only daytime hero and single-handedly leading the Titans. I need to pick one. And find some way to make it up to Grant. Jesus fuck, how did I miss this…”

*Tim becomes Cass’s apprentice. Steph & Cass start arguing more often. Steph has her biggest fight with Bruce yet. Steph goes missing.*

*Steph dies*

“After that fight with Bruce, no one backed her up. She didn’t know anyone was supporting her. She died thinking none of us were on her side. If any one of us had actively taken her side, instead of getting distracted with our own messes, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Oh, but am I really expecting Damian or Bruce to be intelligent about feelings? Am I really expecting tact from Cass? I know them too well; it should’ve been me, shouldn’t it? I can’t believe I managed to fuck up worse than I did with Grant…”

*Luna gets taken away*

“Look at what you’ve done, Bruce! Look what you’ve fucking done! You’re tearing this family apart! We all promised to look out for her if anything happened to Steph, and you’re just going to force every single one of us to break those promises?! You’re going to rip away the last piece of Steph we had?!? Look at Dami & Cass! Look at them! You did this!”

*finds out Damian’s training for Tim to be Shadow uses all the LoA techniques he refused to use for Steph, making it borderline-through-outright abusive, almost certainly to try to drive Tim off by making him too miserable to continue*

“I. I can’t fucking believe this. I can’t… I can’t believe it took me so long to realize. Damian, nobody is happy about this, but fuck you. I thought you were trying to be better, you absolute fucking asshole! And I… I don’t even have the excuse of not knowing half of the involved parties this time, or being away, or too busy, I was just looking away because I didn’t want to think about Tim taking Steph’s mantle. I should’ve fucking stopped this the first time Tim came back from Bludhaven. God fucking dammit, how do I keep failing the kids in my care in the same fucking way, over & over again?!”

*was all the way at the other end of the room & looking in the wrong direction to have enough forewarning to actually save Tim from being shot*

“I… I… I… I’m literally the only person who could’ve fucking stopped this. I have all the training, all the abilities, but I went to refill my punch glass, and now Timmy might never walk again. I mean, absolutely blame the asshole who pulled the trigger, but Tim & I were in the same fucking room. Who would even put a hit out on Tim Wayne? There’s no way Tim doesn’t know who’s behind this, but he won’t tell me because he doesn’t trust me, because of course he doesn’t! Look at my track record! When it matters most, I let down the people I love. My parents, Grant, Steph, Tim…”

*Jason becomes Shadow.*

*The Tower fight happens.*

*Jason gets kidnapped by the Joker.*

*Bruce “dies,” and Jason runs away to have the Red Robin arc.*

*Dick only begrudgingly puts up with Duke because Duke’s rather overbearing expressions of protectiveness support are not meshing well with Dick’s “stuck on anger til I personally catch my parents’ murderer” issue*

“…If anyone needs me, I’ll be screaming in the closet.”

[paradoxspaceheater]

the extremely specific circumstances that have led to me shipping two characters whose names differ only by a single letter

[im-not-batman]

You know what actually has me gnawing on the door frames tearing at the walls nuts? When Hangman is being a dick as suggests they make Bob stand for something "besides robert". Bob goes to SYA SOMETHING. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT!! WHAT IS THE JOKE/CRINGE FAIL/STORY BEHIND HIS CALLSIGN???

[leatherbookmark]

Also I've been in this fandom for like 2.5 seconds approximately and I don't respect a single one of y'all BUT cmiiw the girlypop high femme lesbian mommy etcetc whatever PSH is a fairly new development isn't it. Like my first bias was Sanini but then I realized HJ is a diversely creative fairy prince who wears half-skirts, paints his nails and talks about fashion for men AND women and I was like O YES HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MINE HI. It's fascinating that apparently there's a whole genre of fans who see Joongie as the masculine dom to Hwa's willow-waisted femme omega bottom when like... They both have "masculine" and "feminine" traits. Above all that they're cool fun guys and I like them a lot (assigning gender to personality trait is finest grade dumbassery, not to mention gender essentialism. I don't recommend doing that)

[nightmaretour]

I love when I find something that makes my life just that little bit better. To an abled/able bodied person it may seem like nothing, just a random gadget or even laziness. But for me it just made every day of my life a little (or a lot) easier, solved a problem I've had to live with my whole life up to this point. Maybe they weren't intentionally made with this purpose in mind sometimes, but I love them nonetheless.

[thebluebygracieabrams]

on one hand completely ignoring your emotions is soo good for my mental stability and productivity but man i miss staring at the ceiling and listening to sad songs on loop