omg yall I feel like I have a hot take but i NEEEED TO SHARE. I don't ship matt and karen or matt and frank and hear me out..... I also don't really ship karen and frank. Not to say that karen and frank aren't a valid ship like I can see where people are coming from HOWEVER...
Most of us can agree that Karen and Frank have many similarities and that doesn't necessarily mean they're good for each other. I think in a lot of instances it can almost exploit or predicate upon their negative traits. Karen "having that dog in her" and being around frank and matt most likely add fuel to the fire, at least in my opinion. Being around radical people make your radical actions feel less intense if that makes sense...
I also think we can acknowledge that Frank is most likely too far gone by DDBA for him to not have some harmful behaviors in a relationship. now trust I love love love frank but he is gonna do what he feels like he needs to do at the end of the day and that can be harmful if you're frank castle..m knowing what he does. I do think that there was a period of time before ddba where he could have had some sense of reformity--a prime example being beth in the beginning of S2. Do i think it was very organicslly portrayed in the show? no. But it was clear what the intention was. (Frank at that time had some capacity for a relationship once he had enough time away from all the bs he gets caught up in) What makes in my opinion is frank being with someone who is completely normal, like how his late wife was. Having a sense of normalcy would give him more perspective and incentive to try and supress some of his urges he speaks of. We know the war altered him and while he means well he just has this desire for... fighting I guess. But,,,,, having someone to go home to and someone who can't defend themselves at that,, would be grounding in some aspects.
same goes for Karen. she needs someone normal to remind her that she can't do everything on her own and just because frank and matt are doing all this shit doesn't mean she's equally capable.
like idk guys maybe im just yapping but i just don't think they're actually good for eachother in the long run 😔. Karen deserves peace and Frank needs to have some sense of normalcy in his life.
Notes: I haven't made a post like this before but I swear I always find such good/fitting videos that I figured it's time I start making some of these posts myself.
Also! I tried to choose videos that could look like Jayce (I don't really look for videos that have faces so in this instance I mean purely physicality). I feel like personally that's part of the enjoyment! Though it's all subjective,,
Posting to a new account cause I'm a little nervous to have these posted on my main accounts lol.
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Pairing(s): M/F
(hopefully I'll make one soon for M/M since I know there's a lack of that for my boy)
college roommates!au , friends to lovers , fluff , valentines day fic !!
warnings : language
word count : 2.8 k
requested ? no
a/n : this was horribly rushed , barely proof read , and i kind of hate the ending , but i do want to post something for valentines !
You really should've just turned off your phone for the day. Maybe then you wouldn't be feeling so bitter. But after being bombarded by post after post of your friends being surprised by their significant others with vibrant bouquets, fancy brunches, expensive jewelry, and fluffy stuffed animals, it's a little hard to not feel so sour. Perhaps it's a bit unfair to hate an entire day, but February fourteenth just sucks, and you're ready for it to be tomorrow.
"What's wrong with you?" San asks, genuine concern gracing his features at the way you've been scowling at your phone for the past hour. You'd nearly forgotten he was even in the room with you. Too caught up wallowing in your own misery to appreciate the bowl of cereal he'd so kindly made you. He digs into his own, spilling milk on the counter in the process.
"Nothing's wrong."
The look on his face tells you that excuse isn't going to do you any justice. He chews as he speaks, pointing his spoon at you from across the kitchen island. "You're a shit liar. You've been glaring at your phone all morning, something’s up."
"It's stupid." Your response is short, clicking off your phone and placing it facedown so you won't be tempted to glance at it any further.
"No, it's not. C'mon, just tell me."
San slips from his spot across the island, bowl in hand as he takes up the stool next to you. "Please," he drawls, putting on the most god-awful puppy eyes you've ever seen him muster up. You've lived with Choi San long enough to know, unfortunately, he's not just going to give up.
". . . I've never had a valentine. And I know it's cheesy but it'd be nice to have someone confess their undying love with some stupid rose bouquet or overzealous box of chocolates. Just once, ya know?" You sink in your seat, elbows propped up on the counter to rest your chin in your hands. You refuse to look at San.
"What do you mean?" San's voice is a little too optimistic for your mood. "We get each other gifts every year!" By his terms, he's not wrong. While the cheap boxes of gimmicky drugstore chocolates are a nice gesture, they're far from romantic. Not that you've ever expected such from San, but it's just not the point.
"No, San, like a real valentine."
He blinks at you for a moment, the frown on his lips only stays for a millisecond. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just call me a fake valentine."
"You know what I mean. We only get each other gifts because we're friends and no one else will." You plop down from your stool, sliding your bowl of soggy fruity pebbles over for San to finish. You've always found it weird that he actually prefers his cereal mushy. He'll even wait a good ten minutes after making a bowl before he eats it so it'll absorb as much milk as possible. But as nauseating as you find the mannerism to be, it is quite convenient. It's basically become tradition for him to finish off what you don't eat once the texture becomes too soft.
But it's the first time he's ever declined your leftovers. Instead of immediately polishing off your bowl like usual, he sticks to you like a shadow. San follows you down the narrow hall and to your room, making himself comfortable on your bed while you begin sorting through your closet for your work uniform. "I thought you liked getting each other gifts."
There's a certain dejected undertone to his words that make you pause and rethink how you're wording things. You aren't upset with him. If anything, he makes days like Valentine's significantly more bearable. If it weren't for the small box of chocolates and singular rose waiting outside your door this morning, you'd probably be having a lot bigger crisis over being alone on days like today. But your point still stands, nothing about the gesture is romantically inclined.
Your eyes finally land on your uniform, crumpled up in the laundry basket that sits next to your dresser from the last time you washed clothes yet never put them away. "That didn't come out right," you sigh, watching the way San's frown deepens as you lay the articles on the bed next to him. "I really do appreciate the gesture, San. It's incredibly sweet. I just meant it'd be nice to receive something from someone who likes me more than just platonically."
The last thing you want is for San to feel like you don't appreciate him. In fact, you probably do a little more than a friend or roommate should. "Please tell me you get what I'm saying. It's not you, I promise, I'm just feeling a little . . ." You search for the proper word. "Lonely."
San looks like he's about to say something but pulls his lips into a thin line before any words come out. He thinks, then says "I get it." But the frown is still there. You know he's the one who asked, but there's a bit of guilt that gnaws at your insides for dumping all of this on him so suddenly. So you pad across the room to your desk and pull a small pink gift bag from the bottom drawer in hopes to remedy the sad look on his face. Confusion pulls at his brows when you extend the bag to him.
"I was gonna wait until after work to give this to you, but seeing as how you already gave me mine . . ." His face lights up at the realization. He's quick to snatch the present from your hands, His excitement tugs at the corners of your lips. "And be gentle with the bag, I wanna reuse it for your birthday in a few months."
You're not sure he even hears you, already tossing the tissue paper to the side and digging inside the bag. You'd love to watch his expression as he opens each component of your gift, but you're a few minutes shy of running late to the only thing that pays your half of the rent. So you begin slipping out of your pajamas and into uniform, not caring that San's just a few feet in front of you. You've learned to be pretty comfortable around him, given his bad habit of never knocking and the broken lock on your door that the landlord never got around to fixing. It was cause for him catching you in quite a few awkward situations for the first few months.
Though eventually, as the two of you grew more comfortable with one another, you were both willing to drop your guard around the other. Even to the point of just leaving your door open for him to come and go as he pleases. No one but San can say they've truly seen you at your worst and vice versa. Besides, San doesn't pay you much mind anyways, too engrossed in his gift to notice you changing.
You've just finished pulling your shirt on when you catch him eyeing you with one eyebrow raised. "What?"
He clears his throat theatrically, holding up the glittery pink card you bought for no more than two dollars. "'I think you're out of this world,'" He reads, turning the card to reveal a picture of a cheesy cartoon alien once he's done. "Really?"
"What? It's cute and it was on sale!" You giggle. The smile that breaks his playfully judgemental expression is enough to light the room. "Just keep going, there's more."
San neatly tucks the card back into its envelope. You take a seat beside him, watching while you tie your sneakers. At the bottom of the bag, underneath his favorite candy and snacks, sits a little box wrapped in shiny red paper. He holds it up, looking at you with an expression that reads what is this?
"Open it," you encourage.
He's gentle as he peels back the tape sealing what's inside, mumbling something about being able to use the wrapping paper for your next birthday gift as well.
While what's hidden inside the paper is no surprise to you, anticipation still grips your insides. The last of the paper falls away, revealing a hinged black box with a silver logo that sparks recognition in San's wide eyes. He looks at you, then the box, and to you once more before settling back on the box.
"This is . . ." He starts.
"I hope it's the right one, I went back to get that bracelet you pointed out a few weeks ago when we passed by the antique shop."
San opens the box and inside sits a silver chain bracelet, adorned with a singular little mountain charm. "I can't believe you remembered that," he whispers, delicately lifting the bracelet to examine it further. He then slips it onto his wrist, turning it this way and that to watch how it catches the light.
It was by no means some huge expensive gift, the owner of the old shop was more than happy for it to finally find a new home. But the way San's eyes lit up when he spotted it through the window was enough for you to know it was priceless. Though you knew he likely would never go back to get it for himself, and Valentine's seemed like a good enough excuse to get it for him.
"Thank you, Y/N. Seriously, I love it so much."
"I'm glad," you give him a smile, though it's nothing compared to his. "Now enough sappy shit, I have work soon." You snatch your keys from your bedside table and gesture for him to get up. He stands, though not without a groan of annoyance, "It's so stupid you have to work on a holiday."
"Like I have anything better to do today."
San follows you back out to the kitchen, spotting the long-forgotten remnants of your cereal still sitting on the counter. He lets out a soft "Oh!" and picks it up, taking a heaping spoonful into his mouth. It makes you cringe, the flakes so swelled up and half dissolved from how long it has been sitting there. It might as well be illegal to consume.
"You're seriously disgusting."
"And you're seriously wasteful. Besides I thought you were late, do you really have time to be heckling me?" He glares.
"I am and I’m blaming you." You state, glancing at the time once more.
You're halfway out the door when San calls out for you again. "Text me when you get off, I'll order takeout and we can watch shitty romcoms until you feel better."
While you're not sure watching movies about people finding their true love will necessarily make you feel better, San always does. So you don't think about it much and give quick confirmation before rushing out the front door and down the steps of your building.
To say work was horrible would be an understatement. As if watching your friends post their Valentine's gifts and significant others online wasn't already bad enough, serving table after table of happy couples was worse. Throughout the night, you were constantly subjected to copious amounts of PDA and extravagant confessions of love. Even witnessing a proposal at the end of your shift. Not to mention tonight's dinner rush was particularly bad at tipping.
But the cherry on top came when a customer, in a horrible attempt to impress his date, decided to nitpick at every tiny aspect of your service. Not refilling their wine fast enough, not checking on them enough, not being cheery enough, anything and everything he could think of.
The relentless critiques while being surrounded by the one thing you wished to avoid today stirred up every unresolved emotion from earlier. Turning your tastebuds sour once more. When your shift was up, you drove home as fast as you possibly could, completely forgetting your promise to let San know when you'd be back. The thought didn't even register until you pulled into your apartment's parking lot. That's right, San wanted to watch movies.
There's a part of you that wants to cancel on him. You're so tired and beaten down from the day that you honestly want nothing more than to tuck yourself away in bed and sleep for days. San would understand. He'd be disappointed, but understanding. Just as he always is. But when you open the door, the apology speech you'd been planning to let him down with dies out on the tip of your tongue at the sight before you.
Your usually messy and rather bland apartment is lined wall to wall with twinkling fairy lights. Their soft yellow glow illuminate the otherwise dim room. The scent of warm chocolate lingers in their air, mixing with the cinnamon-scented candle San always keeps lit. It's all very magical, yet confusing. You rack your brain as to why San chose today of all day to decorate.
Dropping your keys and bag by the door you venture further into the space. Peaking around the living room for San, you find the area to be completely vacant. You check the kitchen next, but there's still no sign of your roommate. However, what you do find is quite the arrangement of items set up on the kitchen island.
A bouquet of six tulips sit nicely in an ornate glass vase, vibrant in their color. Next to them, a tray of messily crafted chocolate-covered strawberries. Judging by the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, they're homemade. One of San's university sweatshirts is folded up neatly on the other side of the tulips. The one you've always told him you keep one eye on at all times because the design is your favorite and they sold out before you could get one. In the middle of it all sits a small, fuzzy teddy bear. It’s leaned up against a new box of fruity pebbles with a folded-up note in its lap. The writing on it is messy, but unmistakably spells out your name. You instinctively reach for it, flipping it open to reveal two scraggly sentences surrounded by pink and purple hearts.
"Not to be "mushy," but I am "cereal-sly" in love with you. Be my Valentine?"
"You're not supposed to be home yet!" San's startled voice breaks you from your thoughts. You nearly drop the note at his outburst. "I– did I miss your text? I thought I'd have more time, shit– um . . ." San looks frantically between the array of gifts and you. Then says, very unsure of himself, "Surprise."
For the first time in your life, you are truly at a loss for words. Because it's pretty obvious why San set all of this up, but your brain seems to lag at the thought of it. You feel like you need him to confirm before you can believe any of it. "Is this for me?"
He nods. "I know it's not exactly perfect, but after what you said this morning about not having a Valentine, I just thought . . . Well, I thought now might be a good time to tell you I sort of, kind of, maybe like you. Like a lot."
He gets antsy in your silence.
"And I know you said you wanted roses but everywhere was sold out. So that nice lady next door– you know Mrs. Kim– lent me some tulips she picked from her friend's garden. Oh, and everywhere was also sold out of boxed chocolate, but Yunho had some chocolate chips he let me borrow and I picked up some strawberries from that market down the street—"
It's pretty obvious San doesn't plan on ending his rambling any time soon. Words continue to waterfall from his lips, but they're all lost on you. Too overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture and all the work he put into it to register the details of his story. You struggle to find the words to properly convey how much San, and all of this, mean to you. So you discard any semblance of a simple thank you from your tongue and instead take the opportunity to do something you've thought about time and time before.
You waste little time in closing the gap between you and San. Note still clutched in your fingers as you throw your arms around his neck and pull his lips in to meet your own. He reacts impressively fast, holding on to your waist and kissing you back eagerly. The rush of warmth that courses through your veins is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It leaves your mind with no thoughts but those of Choi San.
In your opinion, the moment ends too quickly with San pulling back to look at you. But how can you complain when his eyes hold that much love within them? "You didn't have to do all of this," you whisper after a minute.
San just shrugs, letting his thumb graze over the skin of your cheek. "No, but I wanted to.”
"I love you too, ya know?" You refer to his note. "Even if you like gross soggy cereal."
Knock First
Pairing: Choi San x Fem!Reader
Series: Mr. Right Next Door -> Series Master List
Tags: 2.3k, Neighbors!AU, Friends to Lovers, Humor, Frying Pans.
Warnings: language, suggestive, making out, flirting, idiots
Summary: Truly, you adore your neighbor but if you sleepily wander into your kitchen again to find him already standing there, you may hit him over the head with a frying pan. You’re not even really sure how he’s getting in but at this point, he may as well move in and split the rent.
Having dinner on the table when you walk through the door after a long day at work is absolutely phenomenal. However, when you live alone…it’s a bit alarming.
“Welcome home, honey.”
“Motherfu-!”
Your purse, phone, keys, water bottle, glasses…everything goes flying up into the air and San, your neighbor, and very best friend, tries to catch the falling objects around you whilst you stand frozen in shock. He manages to catch your phone and glasses but everything else clatters to the floor and he smiles sheepishly. “Hope you’re hungry!”
You blink several more times than is natural and let him shuffle your stiff form over to the dining area, into a chair across the table from where he takes a seat. You know, at your table, in your house, where you live…alone.
with seonghwa abroad, he leaves a series of letters with just what you need to hear to feel better in his absence. but the last one he writes, the last letter is everything you want to hear
check out the playlist for letters from park seonghwa here !
warnings: some parts imply the reader overworks themself, mutual pining, reader is pretty sad without him, language, kissing, poorly proofread sorry ;-;
mostly hurt/comfort but i promise the ending is fluff, 6317 words, best friend!seonghwa x reader | uni au
a/n: this one is kinda more rushed than my last ateez fics but im impulsive and i love seonghwa heh so my apologies if it’s eh😭
Sliding your arms around Seonghwa’s neck and down his chest, you peer around his head. “What’re you doing?”
At your voice, his shoulders jolt up before quickly relaxing once more. “I dunno,” he hums, shrugging. “Just tryna pass time. I’m bored,” he whines.
Running a hand through his hair, you sigh. “I know. I’ll be done soon, I promise, sorry. God, I hate essays.”
He pouts as you untangle yourself from him and head back to your bed, brows instantly furrowing as your fingers start to clack against the laptop keys once more. With a sigh, he returns to his idling. He always worries about you, about how you manage your mountainous workload. Will everything be okay when he’s gone?
Even as he tries to focus his attention on the pages in front of him, he can’t seem to shake you from his thoughts. Folding the paper, he glances to you once more, frowning as he watches the tension in your slouched shoulders. He hasn’t had the heart to tell you about his departure, and time is ticking down until he has to go. Of course, you knew that he had to get an internship for his graduation requirements, but did it have to be so soon?
Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: one suggestive sentence at the end; Wordcount: 408
A/N: It’s based on this tiktok… please enjoy this time stamp and tell me what you think!
San sat on the bed, mobile phone in one hand as he leisurely scrolled through the feed. He leaned back on his other hand and his legs spread over the sheet. Every now and then he glanced up towards the open bathroom door, waiting for you to come out. San was dressed up despite having chosen a simple white button up with a dark grey vest and black dress pants. He had rolled his sleeves up, showcasing his muscular arms.
You peaked out of the bathroom, nervously playing with your outfit. You still hid half behind the door when you cleared your throat and got his attention.
“Why are you so far away?” San asked with an amused expression, waving his hand with the mobile phone telling you to move closer. “Come here.”
You shook your head, biting on your lower lip and avoiding eye contact. You could feel the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks. Maybe this outfit wasn’t the best idea when it made you this nervous.
“No, no, no”, San spoke up, placing his phone on the bed and leaning forward, resting his lower arms on his thighs. He cocked his head to one side, eyeing you carefully. “C’mere.”
“I don’t think…”
“No”, San interrupted you, “come here. Hurry up. I wanna see you.” He tapped his knee with his right hand, underlining his statement.
You brushed over your clothes with your fingertips again, gaze switching between your outfit and your waiting boyfriend. You saw him wave his hand once more, mouthing for you to hurry, hurry, hurry. Something inside your stomach fluttered and you chuckled nervously as you stepped out from behind the door, smoothing over the fabric again.
“C’mere”, San told you gently, holding one hand out for you to take. Once you accepted his hand, he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly. “You look incredible”, he whispered and kissed your cheek. A wide grin spread over his lips, showing the dimples in his cheeks. “You’re going to be the most beautiful person at the party!”
“I’ll look like the moon next to the sun when I’m with you”, you teased him and pecked his lips, still fumbling with your outfit.
“No, no, no! Tonight you will be the brightest star.” San leaned down and brushed his nose over yours, his fingers rhythmically tapping over your side and down to your thigh. “If we get there, that is.”
San is the type of boyfriend to take your hands in his when he sees you squirming. He will play with your finger or the rings you have on. San is not going to let go of your hand till he is sure that you are comfortable and no longer need the physical touch to keep you calm.
if this looks new to anyone… @toxicccred and @sanjoongie and i decided we wanted to write kinktober in february, so we came up with a list of kinks together and then randomly chose members! (you can choose your own for each day) if anyone is interested in participating, please join our filth fest!!! you can jump in whenever! make sure you use #february filth fest ♡
with seonghwa abroad, he leaves a series of letters with just what you need to hear to feel better in his absence. but the last one he writes, the last letter is everything you want to hear
check out the playlist for letters from park seonghwa here !
warnings: some parts imply the reader overworks themself, mutual pining, reader is pretty sad without him, language, kissing, poorly proofread sorry ;-;
mostly hurt/comfort but i promise the ending is fluff, 6317 words, best friend!seonghwa x reader | uni au
a/n: this one is kinda more rushed than my last ateez fics but im impulsive and i love seonghwa heh so my apologies if it’s eh😭
Sliding your arms around Seonghwa’s neck and down his chest, you peer around his head. “What’re you doing?”
At your voice, his shoulders jolt up before quickly relaxing once more. “I dunno,” he hums, shrugging. “Just tryna pass time. I’m bored,” he whines.
Running a hand through his hair, you sigh. “I know. I’ll be done soon, I promise, sorry. God, I hate essays.”
He pouts as you untangle yourself from him and head back to your bed, brows instantly furrowing as your fingers start to clack against the laptop keys once more. With a sigh, he returns to his idling. He always worries about you, about how you manage your mountainous workload. Will everything be okay when he’s gone?
Even as he tries to focus his attention on the pages in front of him, he can’t seem to shake you from his thoughts. Folding the paper, he glances to you once more, frowning as he watches the tension in your slouched shoulders. He hasn’t had the heart to tell you about his departure, and time is ticking down until he has to go. Of course, you knew that he had to get an internship for his graduation requirements, but did it have to be so soon?
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