#they could of just been that consistent couple

[wonbin-truther]

casual (TEASER) jaemin x reader - 600 words but final fic is ~2.5k hopefully warnings- mentions of sex but idk if im gonna include smut, makeout session, jeno and yn smoke a joint, jaemin is an asshole, some jeno x reader "this isnt anything serious," jaemin said as he zipped his pants up and watched you pull your skirt down. "yea just casual," you agreed.

you where at yet another frat party with chaewon and karina. you hated these parties so much and the reason why stood about 6 feet in front of you with his tongue down another girls throat. "im surprised you haven't gotten mono yet," chaewon handed you a red solo cup filled with some mystery liquid. "you need to move on already. hes a bum," karina groaned. "he's nice," you could feel the tears brimming your eyes. "do not cry over that loser," chaewon grabbed you harshly by the shoulders. "what you need to do is get some non diseased dick and show him what he's missing playing around." you nodded and downed whatever was in the drink and made your way through the crowd, knowing exactly who your target was going to be. naturally you had met jeno within the first couple of weeks fucking around with jaemin. you knew jeno was attracted to you but had some kind of bro code going on. you were quick to find him sitting on the couch smoking a blunt. you sat in the empty spot next to him, making sure to get as close as possible. he adjusted so that his arm was around you, pulling you into his side. "you saw him didn't you?" he pressed the roll to your lips and you happily took a hit. "yea. it's nothing serious between us so it's whatever." "so that's why you came to press onto me? because it's whatever," he let out a low chuckle. you put your head on his shoulder, already feeling the weed mix with the alcohol in your system. "if he can go around with other girls then I can be with other guys. it's only fair," you pressed a kiss to jeno's jawline. "careful princess," his hand moved down to grip your waist as you continued leaving open mouth kisses and marks around his neck. he swiftly pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. you took a quick glance up and locked eyes with jaemin who looked like he was about to kill jeno. you gave him a smirk before you got up from jeno's lap, taking him by the hand and pulling him upstairs. jeno watched from his spot on the bed as you cried into your hands. "i just want him to want me like i want him," you were pacing back and forth. "yn that's how he is. did no one warn you?" he replied. "they did and im a dumbass for fucking around with that loser but-" you let out a scream that you hoped was drowned out by the music downstairs. "you're in love with him," jeno laughed. you threw yourself face down onto the bed next to him, "i hope his dick breaks." jeno let out a louder laugh. "i hope so too. being his roommate is rough. maybe if it broke he wouldn't have a girl over every night". "you're so not helping right now," you got up and gave a light punch to his arm. "if it makes you feel better he's never been as consistent as he is with you." you rolled your eyes, "yea that makes me feel so much better. a new girl every night makes me feel a million times better." "just tell him you like him. trust me he doesn't even know it yet but he likes you back," jeno stood up and stretched. "i'll tell him we fucked if it makes you feel better." you stood up and followed behind him, grabbing his hand, "yea we can tell him that."

a/n - yippee im so excited for this !!! im hoping for it to come out around next week ^^

#jaemin #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #jaemin imagines #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin smut #nct dream #nct dream jaemin #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

We know that Ed and Stede are just not a couple who can stay mad at each other. Their worst fight lasted like two minutes. When they're in the same room they just feel good, they can't help it.

So I firmly believe their absolute worst fights as a couple will be the most petty shit imaginable, mostly consisting of one of them laying it on really thick to make up and the wronged party being a bit petty. Like:

Ed: hey babe. 🤭 About to take a shower, but I'm so lonely...if only someone could join me 😉

Stede: no

Ed: awwww babe please??? I miss you 🥺

Stede: I'm not falling for the eyes. You ate my fucking croissant Edward

It all falls apart when Ed hits him with another "I miss you Stede" (it has been ten minutes) and then they have wonderful makeup sex. This happens every time, and they're both so secure in the knowledge that their love for each other is unconditional and they'll always be okay.

#ofmd #our flag means death

[sessalover]

I love imagining going to an award show with Dominic and both of you guys are up for awards (in my head I imagine being a filmmaker but feel free to change it) and both of you guys win and at the after party you guys are dubbed the new power couple in film.

need this to happen in my life actually,, anyway hope you enjoy🫡

power couple

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: fluff

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“and the golden globe for best actor in a motion picture drama goes to,” bradley cooper paused as he presented the award, “dominic sessa, congratulations man.”

dominic’s eyes widened, the two of you jumping up from your seats as he embraced you. you placed a kiss on his lips, holding his hands and telling him how proud you were before shoving him in the direction of the stage.

“thank you so much,” dominic spoke into the mic, “oh my god it’s bradley cooper!”

you laughed, he may as well be more excited about meeting his idol than winning his first golden globe. he continued to reel off his thanks: the crew, the cast, his agent, his family.

“and finally. i want to thank my life and soul and heart and body and mind,” he reeled on, laughing and placing his hand on his heart, “y/n. you support me every day and i could never do this without you.”

you wiped a couple of tears from your eyes, the camera focusing in on you as dominic blew a kiss before exiting the stage.

the next award was for best screenplay: your category. the two of you always knew you’d be one after the other, which meant win or lose, you’d have to do it without dom by your side. though you remained happy in the knowledge that at least he’d been rewarded for his talents.

“and the award for best screenplay goes to… y/n y/l/n!”

“oh my god,” you gasped, standing up and embracing your team. although you’d done the writing by yourself, it was an industry that required so many people on a project that you could never take the credit by yourself. or maybe you could.

going onto the stage, you hugged and thanked the presenter as you accepted the award and placed it down on the little table next to you.

“y/n!” a call came, as dominic rushed back onto the stage.

“dom!” you laughed, embracing him as he cheered for you, before leaving as quick as he’d arrived.

you continued laughing, overwhelmed with emotion as you approached the microphone, “sorry, he’s just a really big fan.”

with laughs from the mega-famous members of the audience, you continued your speech with a shaky breath.

“i want to thank the whole team, the creators of this film for trusting me with the script, the actors for bringing it to life, the producers for their money,” you laughed, “um, my family. my friends. everybody back home who consistently believed in me, and of course, as said already, so eloquently tonight; i want to thank the love of my life, dominic, for remaining by my side with steady support for everything i do. i love you more than life itself and i couldn’t do this without you, thank you.”

—

“you ready for the after party?” dominic whooped, flailing around your intertwined hands in a sort of dance from the back seat of your cab.

you laughed, “let go!”

dominic laughed, letting go of your hand but leaning over to look at your phone with you. he may not have his own social media, but he sure does love to look at yours.

“what they saying?” he hummed, stroking your arm gently.

dominic and y/n are so cute😭😭😭😭 crying i need him

idk if im more jealous of him or her she looks fucking amazing in that dress

dominic and y/n power couple🫡

golden globes are shaking at their power

“i think they’re pretty happy,” you laughed, showing him a couple of your favourites tweets.

the cab pulled up outside the after party venue, dom smiling at you before helping you out the car and into the building.

“dom!” michelle pfeiffer called the two of you over to her circle of uber-famous friends, making you flush. not dom though, to him they were just co-workers, taking this all in his stride.

“michelle,” he smiled, walking over, his hand staying intertwined with yours, “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“y/n, hi!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a polite cheek-kiss greeting as she introduced you to the rest of the circle, “so what do you do?”

you chuckled, “i’m a writer, actually!”

“she just won,” dom smiled proudly, nudging you.

“oh my god, what?! and so did you dom! wow,” michelle hummed, “a real power couple here, huh?”

dominic laughed, as you hid your face in his shoulder.

“we’re gonna go say hi to a few other people, it was lovely seeing you, michelle,” dom smiled, wishing everyone a goodbye as the two of you made your way over to the bar. dom ordered effortlessly, pressing a kiss to your head, “power couple, huh?”

you laughed, cheering your drinks together, “that’s what everyone’s saying!”

#ik those categories arent after each other leave me alone #dominic sessa #dominic sessa fanfic #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa x reader #angus tully #angus tully imagines #the holdovers #angus tully fanfic #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa fluff

[celestialglow24]

••• Sharing the Bed•••

Frank Castle x AFAB Reader

Reader is wondering how things will be with Frank now after asking him to be her fake boyfriend at her sister’s wedding.

3.9k words

Inspired by the faking dating prompts from @thelonelyempath https://www.tumblr.com/thelonelyempath/705043295893618688/fake-dating-prompts?source=share

Using prompt #25 “I kinda liked sharing the bed with you”

I’ve had such a writing bug lately and im taking advantage of it while i’ve got it! Enjoy xxx

You were nervous to see him again.

It had been a couple weeks since you’d convinced Frank to be your fake boyfriend for your sister’s wedding.

You had panicked when your mom called you at work, saying you had pushed it off long enough and she needed an answer right now if you were bringing a plus one or not.

You almost said no, but after she made a snide comment about already knowing the answer—she was just asking as a courtesy to your sister—you cracked and told her you’d been seeing someone for months now.

When she asked who, your eyes had landed on one of the few patrons left at the bar that night.

Frank Castle.

Surprisingly he agreed to go. It was probably the desperation in your voice and the pleading of your eyes—you didn’t have time to think about how pathetic you felt—but you were thankful nonetheless.

It’s been 14 days since you got back and you haven’t seen him since. Not that you were counting the days or anything.

No texts.

No phone calls.

Just silence.

Normally you wouldn’t think much of it. Even though Frank had become a regular at the bar and restaurant you worked at, he’d disappear for days and weeks at a time.

You’d try and make small talk when he came back. Hoping to get any kind of inclination as to what Frank Castle got up to in his spare time.

He was still such a mystery to you. A very attractive mystery at that. One that you were determined to figure out.

However, as much as you tried, you never got the answer you were searching for.

It was always “business” or “nothing you’d find interesting, sweetheart”.

You never really gave it much thought when he offered those responses, you just accepted that Frank was not an open book. He was a locked book. One kept on the highest shelf that you’d probably never be able to reach.

And yet despite knowing all this you couldn’t help but wonder if your time away together had anything to do with his sudden absence.

You worried things would get awkward. Especially after having to share a bed together. He offered to sleep on the floor but you shot that down quick.

Not only would you feel enormously guilty having him sleep on the hardwood floor—he complained about his back a lot—but you were worried someone might walk in and your fake dating charade would unravel.

The silent crush you’d been harboring had only gotten louder after several days with Frank. Having to hold hands, talk sweetly to each other and even slow dance at the wedding had your mind all in a haze.

What was real and what wasn’t?

Did he feel anything? Or was he just a really good actor?

It was driving you crazy.

One thing was for certain, your family adored him. Especially your equally intimidating, hard-to-please father.

In fact, your dad liked him so much he invited him to go hunting in a few months.

It had taken years before he even extended an invite like that to your sister’s now husband.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing when you watched the way his eyes had widened and mouth parted when Frank agreed to go—your sister offering a reassuring pat to his arm.

You figured it had something to do with the fact they were both veterans. Your dad took an instant liking to anyone who could relate to the struggle and strength it took to serve in the military.

And your mother. The way she fawned over everything Frank said and did. His manners, how he consistently answered with “yes, ma’am” and “no, ma’am”.

She just about fell over when she came into the kitchen one morning to find he had managed to fix that pesky dishwasher that had been giving her trouble for months.

You smiled at the memory, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Another thought had overshadowed it. One that caused a sudden pit to form in your stomach. How were you going to break the news to your family that things with Frank weren’t working out?

The plan was to give it a few weeks and then call to let them know you’d decided to take some time apart. You were both realizing you needed different things, but you would remain friends.

It sounded reasonable, but now? You didn’t think you could handle their disappointment.

You’d never seen them so proud of you. So happy for you. Pleasing your parents always felt like an impossible task. The closer you got there was always some dip in the road that caused that approval to move further and further away.

You finally bring someone home that they approved of only to rip the hope away from them. You were sure they’d find some way to blame it all on you.

You were starting to remember what it felt like when you told them you wouldn’t be going to college.

It didn’t matter that you were excellent at your job, managing both the bar and the restaurant on your own. It didn’t matter that you were able to make more than enough money to support yourself. And it certainly didn’t matter that you had helped exceed the profit goals of each quarter since you started.

It didn’t matter that you had been busting your ass to save back money to buy the place for yourself when the owner retired soon.

It only mattered that you didn’t have a “career” or a family to call your own.

Frank had picked up on the tension pretty early on. He did his best to talk you up. You found it sweet. Endearing even.

One night, while the two of you were dancing to some slow, sappy song your sister picked out, Frank called you out on your off demeanor.

You were surprised he noticed, you thought you had mastered the art of appearing fine when deep down you really weren’t.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he spoke lowly in your ear. One of his hands rested on the small of your back while the other held your hand close to his chest. His thumb ran back and forth along your hand and you tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies wreaking havoc on your stomach.

“I’m wondering how Uncle Steven has managed to go this long without throwing up. I thought for sure the cupid shuffle would’ve done it.”

Frank turned to look in the direction you were staring. Your Uncle Steven was somehow still performing the steps to the dance from 3 songs ago. Frank lightly chuckled as he watched Steven spill some of his beer on the couple next to him.

Though he couldn’t deny he was also wondering how the old man hadn’t crashed yet, he knew that’s not what you were really thinking about.

You were trying to deflect.

He was starting to learn just how stubborn you could be, but unlucky for you, Frank wasn’t gonna let you off the hook that easily.

“Nah that ain’t it.” he shook his head. “I can tell there’s a lot more going on behind those eyes.”

You were slightly relieved the lights were dim in the reception so he couldn’t see the deep blush heating up your face. You weren’t good at making eye contact with people you were crushing on.

“I think you’re imagining things.” you replied avoiding his gaze. “I’m just tired, I think this week is finally catching up to me.”

“Hm.” Frank hummed.

“What?”

“I think we’re about to have our first fight.”

You scoffed, ”Oh yeah? and what’s this ‘first fight’ gonna be about?”

“How you’re lying to your boyfriend.” he replied, speaking low into your ear again. It shouldn’t have caused the hairs on your neck to stand up but it certainly did.

“Look, you listen to assholes mope and complain all day long about their sad fucked up lives. I think it’s only fair to return the favor.” he shrugged. “So tonight i’ll do your job and you can let it all out right now. Minus the crude comments and shitty tips.”

You were about to laugh and lightly shove Frank for messing with you, but the look on his face made you pause.

He was being serious.

“Is it your folks?” he asked. “I saw your face when your dad gave that speech. That smile you were forcin’, it didn’t reach your eyes.”

You bit your lip and lowered your stare to the dress shirt he was wearing, playing nervously with one of the buttons to avoid looking up at him.

“That obvious huh?” you laughed sadly.

Frank felt bad as he watched the hurt wash over your features. He knew all too well the overwhelming pressure to please one’s family. He grew up with an overbearing father who never thought he’d amount to anything.

He knew how much that disappointment could eat you alive.

“It’s just, no matter what I do. I know my dad will never speak about me the way he does my sister. She’s an ivy league graduate who just got into med school. She’s married now, moving to a new city and probably going to be popping out kids before the end of next year. and me? In his eyes I'm just a bartender in a small town with no ambitious goal in sight.”

Frank nodded in understanding. He could see from the outside how the comparison could make you feel that way.

“Are you happy?”

You thought about it for a second. Even though the job had its ups and downs—managing a restaurant and a busy bar was no easy feat—you could honestly say you enjoyed what you did.

You got to know a lot of the locals well and it always made you feel good to know that you’d helped make their day or night a little better.

You loved the house you recently bought. It was a bit of a fixer upper but it was yours.

You loved how independent you were. How you could come home after a long day and you didn’t have to cook for a litter of kids.

It was just your dog, cat and you.

“Honestly? Yeah, I think I am.”

“Then fuck em.” he shrugged.

“Frank I-”

“Nah, nah.” he cut you off. “I know that’s your family but that don’t mean they’re always right. If you like what you do and you’re happy then who gives a shit what anyone else thinks.”

You processed Frank’s words and while you knew he was probably right, it didn’t mean it was easy to just tune out your parents’ criticism.

Frank seemed to know what you weren’t saying out loud because he followed it up with something that made your heart swell.

“All i’m saying is if they can look at you and what you’re doing and feel anything but proud there’s something wrong with ‘em. Not you.”

You could’ve kissed him right there but the song had ended and couples were clearing the dance floor.

Instead you walked back to the table with Frank, your arm looped through his.

You couldn’t help but think about how this man was screwing with your heart and your head and he didn’t even know it.

That much was still true all these days later. At this point you were dying for him to show up again.

Even if he didn’t talk to you, you’d at least know he wasn’t avoiding this whole place because of you.

The night was winding down, the 2 am crowd had begun to disperse and your eyes were fighting hard to stay awake. You’d chosen to work a double today, one of the other bartenders had a family emergency.

In your 20s you could work shifts like this and bounce right back the next day but now? In your 30s you were lucky if you managed to wake up without an achy back and sore feet.

“Phil, I'm gonna run the last of the trash out and then I'm heading home. I left the keys to lock up in the front drawer.” you shouted to the line cook in the back.

You could see him mopping up the kitchen floor so you knew he wouldn’t be too far behind you.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with ya this time?” he shouted back, “I’d hate for a creepy critter to make you run like you’d seen a ghost again.”

You rolled your eyes as Phil roared with laughter. Referencing the one time a little group of racoons had taken up residence inside the restaurant dumpster and sent you running like Freddy Krueger himself was chasing you.

“I think i’ll manage this time Phil, thanks for looking out.” you replied playfully.

You picked up the large trash bags and backed into the front door to head out. It was really inconvenient but they recently had moved the trash compactor across the street.

Not only was it annoying during the day when the streets were busy but it was extra spooky at night.

Once you were out of the door you turned around only to gasp and drop the trash bags you were holding.

“Jesus, Frank.” you cried, “What the hell were you trying to do, give me a fucking heart attack?”

You were too distracted by the adrenaline coursing through your veins to realize the man you’d been waiting to see for the last two weeks was finally standing in front of you.

“My bad, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. I tried to go by your place and you weren’t there so I figured you might be here.”

You blew out a puff of hair and a couple pieces of your hair went flying.

“You were looking for me?”

“Yeah, sorry I know it’s late. I wanted to make sure you got this back. Somehow I think it got mixed up in my things.”

Frank pulled out a pink phone charger from his jacket pocket and extended it out to you.

You had a million of these things scattered around your house so you honestly hadn’t noticed it was missing. It was sweet of him to bring it back to you though.

“Oh Frank, you didn’t have to worry about that.” you replied, walking forward to retrieve it. “But thank you”.

You beamed a genuine smile at Frank while holding up the charger in your hand and he thought his heart had grown 2 sizes. Just like the Grinch his kids used to watch.

There was something about your smile that always stopped him in his tracks. He would never get tired of seeing it.

“Nah it’s nothin’.” he shrugged. “May I?”

He gestured toward the garbage bags sitting on the ground and bent over to pick them up.

“You don’t have to!” you tried to stop him, but subconsciously you knew it would be pointless.

Frank was always a gentleman and while he knew you would have no trouble carrying them on your own, he wouldn’t feel right not offering a hand.

“Can I atleast carry one of them?” you asked sweetly.

There was that damn smile again. How could he say no?

The two of you walked in silence for a bit, it wasn’t awkward but it was clear you were both trying to think of what to say next.

How do two people that recently spent a week pretending to be a couple go back to normal?

You decided to break the silence as the two of you walked back toward the bar.

“I, um, never got to properly thank you for helping with my family. I know it was probably a bit weird but it meant more to me than you could ever know. I think my parents would’ve had us get married that same night if it were up to them.” you laughed, playing nervously with your hands.

“Is that right?” Franked looked down at you with an amused expression.

“God, yes. I think you’re probably gonna be the only guy I bring home that they will ever like. I actually feel bad for the next guy that has to live up to the great Frank Castle.” you nudged him as you walked and he let out the most glorious laugh you’d ever heard.

You wanted to hear that more.

“Well if i’m the measuring stick for all the future men in your life then it’s your parents I feel sorry for.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, playfully swatting his shoulder, “What do you mean by ‘all the future men in your life’? You think I still got a revolving door of men to get through before I finally settle down?”

It was meant to be playful banter, but there was a look that settled in Frank’s eyes and the mood suddenly got a bit more serious.

“I sure hope not.”

You weren’t sure how to take his comment. Maybe you were over analyzing but there was a part of you that was hoping he said that because he wanted you.

Wishful thinking of course.

You cleared your throat to help ease the tension.

“So, you just get back from whatever mystery place you squandered off to?”

“Just taking care of some business, sweetheart.”

That famous phrase again. You simply nodded. Accepting once again that you would probably not get any further information than that.

“But you know it’s funny.” he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “There I was, lying in bed in some run down roach motel off the highway, having a hell of time trying to fall asleep each night.

“It coulda been the state of the motel—that place was a real shitbox—but the more I laid there, the more I realized it felt like I was missing something.”

Frank started fidgeting a bit. Almost like he was nervous or something. It was strange. You didn't think a guy like him got nervous.

“I realized, I kinda liked sharing the bed with you.”

Your heart started hammering away in your chest. Did you hear him right? Frank Castle liked sharing a bed with you? So much so that it was keeping him up at night?

You had to be dreaming.

“Really?”

You tried to act nonchalant but the word came out all high and squeaky. You don’t think Frank noticed though.

“Yeah, believe it or not I’d gotten so used to having no covers at night, I just tossed the damn thing on the ground.”

You gasped and punched his shoulder slightly. “Hey, I warned you I would probably take all the blankets. You coulda pulled them right back.”

Frank laughed again.

“Nah, you were too cute wrapped up like a burrito. Besides, I was more worried if I tried you’d whack my head or kick my nuts. You sure do move around a lot in your sleep.”

You feigned hurt, placing a hand to your chest.

“And just why do you miss sharing a bed with me so much? It doesn't sound so pleasant based on what you’re saying.”

Frank looked off and smiled. “I don’t know.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

“Look, uh, I’m not really good at this. I’ve been out of the game for a long time so you’ll have to forgive me but-”

“Frank Castle.” you cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“Are you about to ask if you can sleep in my bed tonight?”

Frank’s eyebrows shot up and a panicked sort of look took residence on his face. “Shit, no I didn’t mean it like that. I was just-”

He stopped when he saw you throw your head back in laughter.

“What?” he asked, trying to fight off the smile that was beginning to form on his own face. Your laugh was just too damn contagious.

“I’m sorry,” you said between breaths,”You shoulda seen your face. I was just messing with you Frank.”

“Oh yeah?” he laughed, poking your side. “You think that shit was funny huh?”

Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and over Frank’s shoulder. “I can be real fucking hilarious. How about I carry you home just like this?”

“Frank!” you screamed playfully, swatting at his back. “Put me down you asshole!”

“No, I think I like this view better.”

You continued to hit his back and laugh. You were just about to come back with your own smart comment when you heard a car pull up beside you.

“Is everything alright here?”

You turned to look, adjusting your hair so it was out of your face. It was an officer staring at you both with a confused expression.

You could’ve sworn you heard Frank growl a little bit.

“Uh we’re good officer!” you smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

“She had a bit too much to drink tonight. Tried to drive home. Just makin sure she gets home safe. She’s a stubborn thing.” Frank spoke up, making sure to pat your ass for dramatic effect.

The officer seemed to buy this story.

“Well miss, you got a good man there. You should probably listen to him more often.” he replied before rolling up the window.

You gasped and Frank roared with laughter.

“Thanks officer!” he shouted as the man drove away.

You poked his side hard and he finally released you, setting you down in front of him. Your faces were real close together now, and the smiles you both had slowly fell.

There was a quiet moment before you quickly leaned in and kissed Frank. He seemed surprised at first but thankfully responded and pulled you in tighter.

His hands roamed your body while yours held his face.

You pulled away gently, and he rested his forehead on yours.

“You know, I thought you’d been avoiding me.” you said quietly.

“Yeah?” he replied, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know you disappear sometimes but I thought this time was gonna be different.”

Frank nodded, running his hands down your shoulders before grabbing both of your hands in his own.

“You know, I got a confession.” he said quietly, “I swiped that phone charger before we left.”

You leaned back and looked up at him.

“What?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “I know it’s stupid but I wanted an excuse to see you again. Like I said, it's been a while since I’ve done anything like this and I didn’t think I could just approach you in the bar like before.”

“It’s not stupid.” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “It’s sweet.”

“So i’m sweet now? Just a second ago I was a asshole.”

“Both can be true.” you shrugged.

He scoffed. “Come here.”

Frank pulled you into him and you wrapped your arms around his waist. He placed a kiss on your head and it suddenly felt like it did when you were with your parents.

It just felt natural.

“Let me take you out.” he said, pulling back and tilting your chin up at him. “On a real date.”

You bit your lip and smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Good.” he replied before kissing you again.

“Now let’s go before that cop comes back around and you gotta act drunk for him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever you say, Frank. I gotta listen to you more right?”

“Attagirl.” he smiled, before putting his arm around your shoulder.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle angst #frank castle x you #jon bernthal

[lovely-but-tired]

I just want to say that the writers just proved that Jeronica could of been a thing at the beginning!!! It could of just been there so freaking naturally and they just made us to believe that it couldn't!!

We could of have detective Jeronica looking into Jason Blossoms murder while Barchie did there thing???

I want that.

I mean they could of just been like together this whole time?

I mean jewelry business owner Veronica and Author Jughead living domestically. Jug making breakfast while Veronica goes over the designs of there new appartment. We could of had movie nights and cute nerdy banter.

Jug could of had someone fighting for him from the beginning and Ronnie could of had someone who want to just be with her.

I want to cry I really do.

#jeronica #vughead #it could of been so simple #they could of just been that consistent couple #the heathly one that we deserved #i cant #there were so many opportunities

[puppyeared]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

#MOTHER FFFFUCKER #to be fair. my doc said I could stop taking them while im on break since i wouldnt need to be constantly pumped on stimulants #im not sure if it was a side effect but i managed to take like 3 different naps in one day and STILL managed to sleep thru the whole night #at least 2 days into my break. the weird thing is i didnt feel more or less rested afterwards. but mentally i think im in a good place rn #to really put the level of awakeness im at rn i feel weirdly confident i could start one piece. also bc of that sick new opening it BANGS #the song is really good and im in love with the animation style. did some digging and it seems one of the lead animators is masato mori #but i could be wrong. it seems he also did some work on mp100 which could explain a lot lol.. he uses smear frames really well to convey #consistent movement and fluidity!!! someone else might have done color design but it works really really well esp with odas style!! #just love the overall vibe and aesthetic and id really love to study it and incorporate a bit of it into my art.. especially the thick #outlines which i think helps to separate characters and objects on screen. though i have to say the style is definitely more suited to #animation bc of the simpleness and smears. maybe that will help me explore shapes and perspective when i draw... i wanna get better #at drawing poses and angles but i have a hard time wrapping my head around space and using perspective guide lines NGHHHH #i wonder if it has to do with my dogshit ability to judge distance. not depth perception but like. judge how far smth is in metres etc #im also wearing an N95 for the first couple weeks back bc of the wave. absolutely NO BODY is wearing a mask its so fucking over #where im sitting ive heard 5 different people coughing probably not into their elbows!!! and im just. head in my fucking hands #there was a kid sitting a couple seats away in class coughing as he pleases and i wanted to grab him in a chokehold so badly. PLEASEE #ive been annoying my family by asking them to mask up and reminding them to bring masks when they go out and showing them news articles #but at least its working bc we ordered some KN95s and my mom is at least taking me seriously so. please dont be afraid to speak up abt your #health. take care of yourself and others however u can!! wear that mask indoors at your maskless friends house!!! stay home when u can!! #im wearing a surgical mask at home too bc my parents have '''a dry throat cough''' and they are so bad at coughing into their sleeves #also im pretty sure dry throat isnt transmissible bc my brother started coughing too so.. i also tested negative but they havent tested yet #im also not a doctor but i have to keep reminding ppl whenever i can that covid and flu work differently. covid is new and too recent to #have nearly as much research done on it. it seems its also compounding so instead of building immunity it weakens the body and spreads to #to other systems which might explain brain fog and muscle weakness. i remember someone early in the pandemic got infected and it messed up #their smell/taste receptors so bad that they cant eat most foods and that stays in the front of my mind when i think abt covid. christ #yapping

[thevalleyisjolly]

I’m definitely not saying that the old Star Wars Legends books were all good, and I’ll be the first to criticize them for all the interesting creative decisions and sometimes questionable writing quality, but there will always be a little part of me that’s salty about how they got almost completely discarded in favour of the Mouse’s new canon hegemony.  Was Legends really that good?  Eh, not really.  So often, it was a case of ‘Cool concept, completely dropped the ball on the execution.’  Are there a lot of good things about the new canon that we wouldn’t be able to have with Legends?  Absolutely.  Is it still a shitty thing to overwrite decades worth of creative effort and collaboration for the sake of corporate marketing?  Generally, yeah.

#the valley is posting #'cool concept; completely dropped the ball on the execution' is pretty much the default mode of legends #i think i'm in the minority that actually thought the idea of the yuuzhan vong was really interesting #but the arc dragged out way too long and stopped making sense a couple books in #the whole hapan confederacy could have been really innovative but just reads like a clumsy attempt at girlpower #i can kind of see the concept behind the lost tribe of the sith but nothing about it was well done #pair that with the abeloth arc which was just. uh. i get what they were going for but the constant switching between authors in that series #just meant that character motivations were all over the place and there was no consistent characterization #one thing that does amuse me about legends is every writer taking one line spoken by mothma in the ot #'many bothans died to get this information' #and deciding that meant that the entire species were intelligence operatives

[silverislander]

i have 7 assignments, total, left in school. once i finish those i'm going to be done- i graduate in may which is WILD to think about. i just have to fucking do them

#im not getting anything done today so far and its like. midway through the afternoon already #and i realized how close i am to graduating and how i have no idea what comes after that and now im just kind of directionlessly panicked #which is. really helping the situation as you could imagine /s #im really close to finishing a couple of things rn. could get at least one done today #i REALLY need to get to work on my essay bc that largely determines whether i get honours and im pretty behind schedule on it #and i havent looked at at least one final assn and i do NOT have much time left to start it. its not small #theres barely any time left in the semester at all #i just need to finish Smth today #levi.txt #i cant make myself do anything and im panicked abt that which makes it impossible to do anything #and taking breaks makes me feel guilty AND panicked so i cant even reset w a short break and come back #my parents Consistent response to my anxiety has been. poor at best. and they dont believe i have adhd at all #so if i talk to them abt either of those things they get upset w me and claim i just dont want to take their 'advice' so i cant be helped #and the advice is shit like 'dont feel that way' and 'simply go do your work' #like. i talked to my mom abt how stressed i feel bc im behind and her response was basically 'thats what you get for falling behind' #i havent seen my friends in a while either or at least not in an environment where we can actually hang out and talk #idk man. i just really wish i could stay in bed and watch a show and not feel sick bc of how anxious i am abt it all #i want to write again. i miss it a lot i havent been able to write in months now

[omegasmileyface]

im slowly becoming more certain that ive lived an aromantic or aspec experience but im starting to think my experience was VERY much not the norm for those

#i feel like ive rarely had romance pushed onto me. ive been flirted with for usually a day or a couple days which felt so bad but its #over quickly. there was no background pressure for a relationship. i was never grilled or pressured by my family #in school my best friend was a boy which got me some 'oh they must be dating' but (a) nobody gave a shit about me enough to push lol #and (b) you can only consistently have guy friends for so long in a small school before people just get used to it #i feel like dating in high school wasnt really a thing. and i could be wrong but if ir was a thing it was a thing the same as having your #own car and playing varsity sports and doing spirit week etc etc. that was a world so outside mine it genuinely felt like there was no #crossover. we were a gay friend group but we were HIGH SCHOOLERS in the middle of nowhere. we werent gay as in 'dating queerly' we were #gay as in 'queer expectations for future dating' which was a very aspec INCLUSIVE experience #its very likely that the only reason i didnt experience this constant overwhelming pressure to conform that i hear from other aros is just #because im not very observant of emotions. im an autistic outcast who only cared about dating as a concept not a reality yknow? you would #have probably had to say it directly to my face if you wanted me to think you thought i was supposed to be in a relationship #i was just chillin. i dunno. anyway all this is to say i fuckin love valentines day #its a family holiday to me :)

[spaghett-onaplate]

how is one meant to stay silly under these conditions

#the education system is failinggg me #there are no actually suitable schools within a decent vicinity that are able to take me #i haven't gone to any school properly since the first two weeks of this year #and i haven't attended a school consistently for 2.5 years #worst part it isn't even my fault! #i mean ok the first 1.5 years when i was enrolled at this catholic co-ed school kinda were #but i couldn't sustainably go anywhere as a girl i mean. oh i dunno maybe i could have tried harder #but this past year is not my fault!! just there is absolutely nowhere that will take me #distance education is also very full and so difficult to get into and it wouldn't even be an ideal option #the 1 (one) co-ed public school with space i can't even go to because the principal admitted it would not be safe #and now next year is. not looking hopeful #the past couple weeks i've been going to the only school where i have a guaranteed spot - local all girls :( #just for a couple hours a day doing fuck all in the library it's been good for my sleep schedule if nothing else #but i really really do not want to go there as one of three trans boys and no fucking way as a girl. hueduhugh #i still haven't heard back from a few of the options for next year hoping beyond hopes at least one of them will take me #one of the two actually good options has rejected me #so hoping the other good option will have space but god it's really unlikely #i'll take anywhere though i just. huhfriuhg i really need to go back to school man i've missed genuinely nearly half of all my high school #it's. yeah it's really not good #no fucking clue what i'll do if none of the schools accept me for next year. explode mayhaps #and this sucks because i actually really like school i was always SO good at school!! but then the social things prevented me from going!! #and now the slight bit of hope is dwindling! i hate this #anyway. :))

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

'i survived you, eva', is such a raw line at the end of such a raw speech which would have been literal perfection If Hen Hadn't Cheated

and. y'know, the cheating would be understandable too, actually, if hen and karen hadn't been married, because then we could say that even though hen loves karen part of her is still stuck on eva because she never got proper closure from that relationship

but like? if they're married surely hen had some degree of moving on? also. even if in spite of the marriage eva's call dredged up old feelings. the fact that hen just? goes to her? after promising her wife a romantic night? if they'd shown them fighting and hen being angry and confused at least it'd make a little more sense. but she just shows up to have guilty sex with her ex when she could be having happy sex with her wife whom she obviously loves?

what i'm trying to say is that this is a classic example of 'we weren't sure how to create conflict in this stable relationship so we got them to cheat' and admittedly the way they've handled the fallout is very good but based on everything we know about hen and the circumstances in which she did it the fact that it happened at all will never be convincing to me

#this is the only long running romantic r/s in season 1 too #chim is single #bobby is single #buck and abby are in the intial stages of their r/s so all the easy-to-make-it-look-interesting-on-tv parts of it are happening #so they took the one married couple (who happen to be lesbians which. adds a whole another layer of ick) and did this #the same storyilnes could have been handled a little better is what i'm saying! #wow god i didn't know i had these many feelings about this #it's just that hen is my favourite character and i do not like how they did her dirty in season 1 #thank god for everything following this though she might be the most consistently well written character after season 2! #911 rewatch #109

[abyssembraced]

I'm hesitant to outright promise anything, but I'm hoping to get to my owed replies sometime soon? At least the ones I owe for Ghost, anyway.

I'm also open to plot new threads for either Ghost or Rouxls! Admittedly, I'm not sure how much time I'll have to sit down and Discuss things this week, mind you, but I'm willing to give it a shot! Finishing my currently owed replies will have to take priority over writing any new starters or replies for new threads, though, since I've owed them for a frankly ridiculous amount of time and I feel really bad for putting them off for so long, but plotting and planning stuff is good!

#ooc #((i only have two owed replies for ghost)) #((so the ''replying to old threads has to take priority over starting new ones right now'' isn't That big of a thing)) #((aside from the fact that i am Very Very slow with writing)) #((but yeah. ough. really didn't mean to let my threads sit for this long)) #((during the school year it was fine since i was busy with uni but i've been on summer break for a couple months now dgdhsh)) #((it's not even that i don't know how to reply. i have ideas and plans!! it's just a matter of sitting down and actually Writing)) #((i guess it's because i expect my replies to end up being pretty long. so i expect them to take a long time to write)) #((and that makes me hesitant to start writing and then i end up procrastinating for months :l )) #((the same thing has been happening with my more important headcanon posts for ghost and rouxls' bio page)) #((since i expect them to be long and thus take a lot of time to write out)) #((although those also have the added thing of ''if i'm going to write something long then it should be a reply to a thread'')) #((anyway. i've been rambling fhdgshfs)) #((plotting! feel free to message me if you wanna do that!)) #((i can't guarantee i'll be online consistently but we could probably make things work)) #((plus i tend to write fairly long messages when i'm coming up with ideas so there would be longish waits in between my messages regardless) #((dgdgshf))

[mangosaurus]

Loving your Spidey 6 AU!

D'AW tysm!! there's still a lot i need to do in terms of plot, worldbuilding, and even just basic character design, but it's something i'm looking forward to working on more over the ... well, however long it takes me to round out, so it makes me happy to hear that you (and other ppl!!) are having fun with it too (/∇＼*)

#honestly i wish i could dedicate more time to it rn but ALAS ... uni takes priority </3 #also i'm one of those people that likes to work on a million different things at once soooooo #progress isn't always as consistent as i'd like it to be #anon #answered #ALSO SUPER SIDE NOTE can i just say that everybody in this fandom has been super nice so far 🥺 #i know the fandom is really small but i've only had positive interactions with ppl over the last couple of months #so idk i just felt the need to acknowledge that <3

[sanstropfremir]

Hi i love reading your kpop answers and your kpop analysis of dance, clothing, and vocals. It definetly helped me understand a little bit more about the more "mechanics" of kpop and also distinguish what i do/don't like and why.

For one of your answers you described kpop as kind of "maximillist", so i'm wondering what are your favorite kpop outfits thats are maximillist?

hi hello!! i'm so glad you've been enjoying it here!

and fave maximalist outfits......well for starters i'm just gonna have to say point blank that it's triangle and anyone who disagrees with me is factually incorrect. but to be more serious about it, the best maximalist stylings are the ones that really dig deep and get really granular about everything in the concept, not just the clothing. it's about the clothing, the sets, the lighting, the song choice, and even the mv editing too. kpop as a baseline is already quite maximalist anyways, so when you do get someone that pushes it properly it's usually very good because a stylist has to be really confident to even attempt it in the first place. or it's 2011. one or the other. since most of my fave stylings from the last few years have been maximalist anyways and y'all already know my greatest hits (take over, ping pong, goblin, etc etc just check any of my fave styling posts) and the ones from this year will be in the end of year best of list, i'm gonna go for some older ones this time:

literally any this love stage

the queen herself tarantellegra

the other queen dream girl

the other other queen catallena

obvs the gold armour outfit from flower but i don't think we talk enough about how hard the blue under-eyeliner and silver acrylics go

everything that's happening in the 100% beat mv

any beautiful target stage, including this one where jinyoung looks to be wearing a skinned muppet and whatever 2012 gay teenager construction core this is

catch me is insane on its own, but the fact that occasionally some of the arms are practical lights in the stages? iconique

#been a couple good ones this year already obvs. actually in general there's been a lot of good styling this year so far #my lists are gonna be long i should probably start my first half of the year one now since i have like 300 stages/mvs i gotta sort through #there's been very few maximalist/kitsch type cbs that i dont like but one of them was the recent tbz cb actually #there are also groups that have consistent 'maximalist' concepts where they styling varies but stays relatively consistent #namely onf and superm and you could probably count a.c.e here as well #i would also count wayv here too #kpop questions #kpop styling #text #answers #shinhwa just announced a subunit so it's time for the adults to bring back voguing <3 #(theyre not going to but i can dream. the boys are struggling out here)

[exculis]

i feel just as hungry now as i was before i ate a big bowl of ravioli.

#starting to get paranoid im losing weight too. #i have maintained a consistent weight my entire life so if i am actually losing weight and not just imagining things then thats probably a #bad sign. but its also too early to tell. #still not sure if i should bother seeing a doctor about this. im such a hypochondriac im probably just crazy. #im sure its just im hungry for perfectly normal reasons. #or maybe this is just what normal hunger is like and ive been weirdly unhungry most of my life‚ easily satisfied by a meal and some snacks #to get me through a day. #but even then... why would that change suddenly? #my activity and stress levels have remained consistent. #my diet has remained consistent in quality but not quantity (im eating more now) #idk. #guess ill see how im feeling in a couple weeks #could still just blow over #havent given myself enough time to get over it‚ whatever it is

[andthebeanstalk]

This is how I organize my story notes. I thought the scene titles looked pretty good today

#original #I'm sorry I took an edible and I can't do an image description right now but hopefully I will remember to come back to this #the blacksmith #the title of the arc is 'the amazing armadillo woman' #I have been stuck on this arc for a thousand years but I'm finally making progress! #the chapter snippet I posted earlier today is like the first part of that I've fully finished #but the good news is that a lot of other parts of the story are more written than I thought they were #that's a weird way to word that. whatever. this is a graphic novel not a novel! my logic is flawless! #if anyone's curious I label them like that so they show up in exact order when sorted alphabetically. #S1.P3.C4.a = season 1 Part 3 chapter 4 - first scene or scene segment #I manage my ADHD partially by breaking things down into manageable pieces. #and I MISmanage my ADHD partially by overcommitting to basically everything bc i have NO CHILL #but like. if this project stops bringing me joy/fulfillment i will quit. but right now it feeds my soul and it has for a couple years now! #i have discovered that if i want a creative project to actually get completed it has to be a true labor of fun and love #FUCK YOU CAPITALISM #i have MUNCHIES TO ATTEND TOO #be careful when you take edibles y'all! because if I didn't know what was a big or small dose of THC I easily #could have missed that I am in possession of some of the highest dosing gummies I've ever had #and I might have just eaten a whole one instead of painstakingly cutting one in half with a knife! #there is no consistency to what is a standard gummy dose and nowadays a lot of the time things are labeled which is awesome #but if you don't understand the significance of the labels then you might assume that a single gummy is a small amount. #I got to tell you being too high is a horrible horrible experience for most people #anyway if you're not sure just start with 5 mg and then work up in 5 mg increments if you spend an evening without that dose affecting you #anyway I think it's important to note that the villainous lair is in fact their childhood treehouse. they are rooming there as adults. #one of the reasons they stop doing crimes at the end is because they are given access to proper housing #it's kind of grouped in with a number of other reasons but it likely not going to surprise anyone when future chapters are like #🔥no longer even attempting to be subtle. this chapter is about homelessness and how cops are pigs.🔥 #ahem. but this chapter is just a fun romp! like for real. it is an example of the warmth and happiness possible in this story's world.