#// i love this so much.

[seokminfilm]

made for me | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, kissing, after-shower blues, seokmin uses pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader uses seokmin's nicknames, mentions of weight/body shape, hurt/comfort, seokmin soft hours

now playing: made for me, muni long | word count: 1.4k (for @kstrucknet)

The mirror was foggy in the bathroom as you stepped out of the wet shower, and you wrapped your body in the plush towel as you dried your hair.

You and your boyfriend Seokmin had gone on vacation to celebrate your second anniversary, and you were living the dream with him by your side. He had spent the whole day spoiling you, taking you out to candy stores, and giving you the option to pick lunch for the two of you to eat.

You had indulged in everything he got for you, and you felt like it was starting to show in your body. You were never really self-conscious about how you looked, but it seemed like today that was starting to change. You had refused a bowl of ice cream Seokmin was working on making for you and hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime.

Even now, as you saw your figure in the foggy mirror, your face fell as you fidgeted with your fingers, trying not to overthink it. Why did you feel so guilty about eating good food all day? It wasn't a crime, was it? Seokmin loved you for not just how you looked, but who you were as a person, and what you believed in—he stated that many times.

Would he still love you if your body was like this?

Before you knew it, cold tears were running down your cheeks, and you picked up your dirtied clothes, trying to dry them before you left the bathroom. The mood around you had dropped, and you could feel it everywhere, even in the bottom of your stomach. It was a sickening feeling, one you hated to feel.

After you had got some sort of composure, you left the bathroom, body being greeted by the warm air of the hotel room. Seokmin lay on the bed, texting on his phone as he cleared his throat, hand going to his neck.

He was wearing the sweater you had bought him in the city on your shopping spree earlier and the pants he had paid for himself sat baggily on the bed, bunching at a clump around his ankles.

He looked up from his phone at the sound of your shuffling, and his handsome features broke into a smile as he turned the device off. "Hey, beautiful." His voice was sweet to your ear, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile, dropping your dirty clothes to the floor.

"Did you have a good shower?" Seokmin asks, standing up as he approaches you. His hands run through your wet hair, and you nod quietly, letting him kiss you as he smiles against your lips. "Yeah."

"Well, good. Hey, I was thinking we could watch a romcom and I could order some snacks from the reception desk. What do you say?" Seokmin's eyes caught the light of the hotel room, and you offered him a weak smile, looking off to the side before you answered.

"You can eat the snacks. I'm okay." You say, and Seokmin takes your face in his hand, cupping your wet cheek as he frowns just slightly. "You sure? I was gonna order your favorite."

"Yeah, Minnie, I'm sure." You say again, and Seokmin nods, pressing a kiss to your lips as he returns back to the bed.

You watch him as he walks, heart clenching as the bathroom thought pops up in your head earlier. Seokmin said he would always love you, but would that change if you changed? Would it change if your body changed?

"Um, Seokmin?" You question before the thoughts get worse, and Seokmin looks up at you, attentive and ready. "Can you maybe...leave the room while I get dressed?"

"Baby—you want me to leave? I mean, I respect your boundaries and what you want, and if you really want me to go, I'll go, but..." Seokmin looks up at you confused, glasses going white for a second as his phone lights up beside him. "I've seen your body before, sweetheart. Why do you want me to leave now?"

Your face flushes at his question, and you look down at your slightly worn fingernails, eyes watering again. "I just...I don't think you wanna look at me."

Seokmin's face falls before he stands up, walking towards you again as he runs his hand through your wet hair again, soft lips parting as he frowns just slightly. "Baby, why would you think that?"

"I just don't think you want to look at me anymore. Why would you want to see me when I look like this?" You ask, and you hear your voice shake with unshed tears and tension in your chest.

"Baby, what makes you think I don't want to look at you anymore? I love looking at you. I love admiring you. I love you. Why would you want me to stop, sweetheart? Can you use your words for me?" Seokmin asks softly, voice sweet and calm as he holds out his hand to you.

You take it, and he leads you to the bed, sitting on the edge of it with you as you wipe your tears, now freely falling, with the damp towel.

"Let's talk about it, baby," Seokmin says softly again, patting your bare, damp thigh as you sigh, nodding. "Seok, I think I'm gaining weight."

Seokmin doesn't say anything, letting you talk instead as he stares at you with soft eyes as his hand continues to rest on your thigh.

"I looked in the mirror when we got back, and my stomach was a bit more rounder than before. I thought I was bloated and it'd go away on its own, but it's been almost three hours, Seokmin." Your voice sounds so foreign—so shaky and so unsure. The tears haven't stopped, and your lips quiver as you taste your tears.

"Baby, is that why you think I don't want to see you? Is that why you wanted me to leave the room when you were gonna get dressed?" Seokmin pulls you into a hug, arms wrapping around you as you nod quickly, letting your head fall into his chest and breathe in his natural scent.

"Sweetheart, look at me." Seokmin gets on his knees, taking your hands in his as he looks up at you. You do what he says, letting him take over as his brown eyes meet yours.

"You're still as beautiful to me as you were three hours ago, four days ago, two weeks ago, and two years ago. Nothing about that will ever change, no matter how big or small you think you are—physically or emotionally. Everyone's bodies are different, but that doesn't mean you don't get less love. Love is loving someone for who they are, not just how they look, sweetheart." Seokmin consoles you, and you nod, letting Seokmin wipe your wet cheeks of the falling tears.

"Never think because you grow or shrink in size that it will change how I feel or think about you. You are more than your body, baby." Seokmin smiles at you gently, and you nod, giving him a smile as he kisses your kneecaps and knuckles softly.

"I love you." You whisper, and Seokmin gives you a wide grin, the one that makes your heart flutter as he meets your eyes again. "I love you more. I'm always here—forever and always."

Nodding, you stand up, reaching out your arms for Seokmin as he pulls you into one more tight hug. Seokmin dramatically sighs as he hugs you tightly, making you giggle into his chest as he presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips again.

"Now, why don't you go ahead and get dressed, baby? I'm still getting snacks, though." Seokmin smiles, and you nod, holding his hands as you ask, "Can I still get some of those snacks?"

"Of course you can. Why are you even asking that?" Seokmin pouts, and you laugh, letting your head fall into his chest again as he scoffs.

"Okay, sorry, sorry." You apologize, and part from Seokmin's embrace, letting your towel drop slowly as you pull on Seokmin's sweatpants and shirt. The smile that forms on your lips when you meet Seokmin's gaze makes him smile too, and he can't help but sigh, approaching you as he kisses you lovingly.

"There's my pretty girl. You're so pretty and so perfect," Seokmin whispers as he pulls away just slightly, and you let your hands run across his broad shoulders, smiling up at him as he scrunches his sharp nose and kisses the tip of your nose.

"It feels like you were made for me," Seokmin whispers again, and you giggle, feeling like you were made for him, and he for you.

[mincedmeat-draws]

Happy Pride Month!

[atticwifesam]

Oh my... if Sam was pregnant in the begging of season 5... and he gaves birth. And Lucifer tricks him promising that he would never hurt his child. So he gives his baby to Dean before saying yes to Lucifer. Poor Dean not only he is living during the apocalypse but he also needs to look to his kid.

someone should write a fic based on this idea 🗣️

[anotherbloodiedbonesaw]

I drew u agin...

Oohooh! Vunderbar! Vhat an amazing little thing! It looks just like me, doesn't it? Aheehaooaha!

[kelpiemomma]

one of two pics i commissioned from @betasuppe ♥♥♥ i still can't get over how adorable i find this >:3c

naptime is best when it's spent with family!

[thejagerman2024]

I might have made this monstrosity.

Grace as a Juggalo and max as.. max in his true form.

[cr4zyoosh]

Oh… My… God…

Spoilers Ahead for EverymanHYBRID.

I just finished the fourth video of Night Minds Explaination of EverymanHYBRID…

I am… absolutely… FLABBERGASTED. If you know… you very much KNOW. ABSOLUTELY. I’ll say two words… for one of EMH’s videos…

“WAKE UP”

BUT NOT ONLY THAT…

THE VIDEOS AS WELL SUCH AS

“:D” & “MOVING IN”

OH MY GOD.

I KNEW… ABOUT YA KNOW… EATING CHILD THING BUT SEEING IT, HEARING IT, KNOWING IT WAS STEPHANIES AND EVANS… OHHHHHH MY GOD. GUT-WRENCHING. ABSOLUTELY HAD MY JAW DROPPED, I COULDNT EVEN SOB.

NEXT THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS QUITE LITERALLY WHY DOESNT THIS SERIES HAVE A OCSAR? GENUINELY. MAYBE NOT A OCSAR, AN AWARD. PLEASE.

I have NEVER EVER felt so… horrified, anxious, etc. while watching this series, yet felt so damn Mesmerized, so damn… what’s the word… absolutely shocked at how creative this fucking was. I HAVE NO LITERAL WORDS.

SAME ABSOLUTELY GOES FOR MARBLE HORNETS, ALL OF THEM BOTH FROM THE SERIES KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND HOW JUST SHSHSHSHHSSHSHSHSHSSHSH IT IS.

BUT EMH HITS ME SO MUCH DIFFERENT NOW AND I HAD NOOOO INTENTION TO WATCH IT YET. UNTIL NOW. OH MY FUCK.

Absolutely shocked, absolutely flabbergasted. I love it. SO MUCH.

I cannot wait, to be finished with it THEN watch the slenderverse documentaries. Like truly, truly this gives me more and more creativity and motivation. Oh my god.

[caramelmochacrow]

junna quoting shakespeare in tagalog!!!! yayyyy!!!!

putting translation notes/notes in general under the cut bc i honestly dont want to keep them in the tags!

it took me a while to translate each shakespeare quote bc i wanted to make sure it was a good enough translation but also bc i actually cant speak tagalog very well! i had to search up what words were what in tagalog....

some of the grammar and words used might be incorrect tho, i didnt proof read it bc i dont trust google translate haha

i wanted one w the other guys but i was starting to struggle w the translations and i couldnt find out that would work w all of them so yep!

daigdig actually DOES mean world, but it also means universe, so junna's doing a double compliment there.

and yes nana is wearing junna's sweater at the last one and yes i did it on purpose bc junnana <3

[keischreiber]

A Warrior (Once a Soldier)

A friend (Aevi) of mine, gifted me with another fic of Reiner and Kristina. I feel like I am being spoiled. I hope I can return the favor one day.

This story was penned by Andrew Anderson and his website is: https://ibelieveinahappilyeverafter.com

The action scene, the action scene~

Title: A Warrior (Once A Soldier)

Author: ibelieveinahappilyeverafter | Andrew Anderson 

Fandom: Attack On Titan 

Relationship: Reiner Braun/Kristina Qual (OC) 

Word Count: 2,213

Summary: Kristina has once again managed to stay late. This time, however, she has the bad luck to run not into Reiner Braun the Warrior, but into Reiner Braun, the soldier of the 104th.

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Unable to help herself from signing the last of her paperwork with a gentle flourish, Kristina leaned back in her chair and sighed. It had taken her the better part of the day to catch up on all her paperwork for the Warrior program, but thankfully she had managed to get it done.

Pushing herself away from her desk and standing up with a light stretch (and a lot of cracks that told her she needed to up her personal exercise regime), Kristina paused as she looked around her office, the hallway that led out into the building, and then at her window. The ‘better part of the day’ had turned into late evening, which certainly explained why it had been so peacefully quiet as she worked.

Sighing and gathering up all her paperwork before sliding it into her desk, Kristina paused and then muttered a quiet, “Damn.” She had promised to meet Reiner in his office so they could discuss a couple of war strategies before presenting them to Commander Magath.

Finishing tidying up what she could, Kristina was quick to slip her outer jacket back on before leaving her office and locking the door behind her. She wasn’t sure if she hoped that Reiner had waited for her or if he had gone home like he no doubt should have hours ago. (The selfish part of her, of course, hoped that he would be there waiting for her with one of those soft smiles of his.)

Pushing that selfish part of her down, at least for the moment, Kristina quickened her pace until she was in front of his office door and then… paused. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t even put it into words if she wanted, but something suddenly felt wrong. Cautious, she looked around the halls. It was as quiet and empty as it had been a moment ago.

Tensing herself, Kristina lifted up her hand and formed a loose fist (ready to either throw a punch or catch one) before knocking on the door.

“Reiner? It’s Officer Qual. You wanted to meet and discuss strategies?”

There was the very faint sound of movement behind the door, but no answer. That certainly narrowed down her choices on what to do next. There was definitely someone in there, but now the question was if it was Reiner or if it was someone hiding in his office when they weren’t supposed to be. Either way, it meant something was wrong.

Cautiously, and hopeful that everything was actually just fine, she knocked on the door one more time. When no answer came except more faint movement, Kristina took a breath and opened the door.

She was immediately dodging a fist.

Stumbling a few steps back before she regained her footing, Kristina silently cursed herself for slacking off on her training once again before she was lashing out with her own hit, leg coming up with enough force to hopefully knock down whoever had attacked.

When the faint pain hit, she focused to see that an arm had blocked her hit and the eyes of Reiner Braun were glaring into her own. She didn’t get the luxury of staring in shock or gasping, instead immediately moving when he lunged forward for another attack of his own.

She had been trained too hard to waste her breath on trying to ask him what was happening or what he was doing. No. The goal was to pin him and then ask him what the hell he thought he was doing.

“Marleyan scum! Where have you taken me!” Alright, she supposed they were talking, then-

Kristina’s arms ached as she managed to stop him in his tracks for just a moment, long enough to see a swirl of confusion and blankness in his gaze as he looked at her.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

“Who are you?” Kristina asked, breathless as they separated and Reiner looked at her with contempt. “State your name!”

“I am Reiner Braun of the 104th, soldier of the Survey Corps and of Paradis!” Soldier. He thought himself a soldier.

Before she was even aware of it she was already moving, throwing herself at Reiner and ramming into his center of balance with enough force to have him falling backwards. She heard his cursing and swearing, but paid it no mind as she kept with the momentum, both of them hitting the ground with enough force to make her bones ache.

A burst of adrenaline as he jerked under her was the only reason she found enough strength in her to pin him to the ground by his wrists, straddling his waist in an attempt to not let him get back up.

“Reiner Braun of the 104th is dead!” She winced as her words echoed through the halls, silently grateful that the building seemed empty. Her words were, at the very least, enough to give the man under her pause. “You are not that man. You are Reiner Braun, a Warrior of Marley!”

There was something so painful in his eyes, Kristina silently thought to herself. It was as if he was inches from a death that would never be granted to him. The confusion had cleared, though, and there was a clarity to his eyes that had her releasing him and sliding off of him so she could sit on her knees a few inches away. Reiner slowly sat himself up, that clarity turning to something tortured as he looked at her.

“You are a Warrior,” she repeated, voice quieter than before, enough that she was half-certain he couldn’t even hear her. “You are not one of those devils from Paradis-”

“They weren’t devils.” The words seemed to burst out of him. They were quiet, still, and soft in a way, but they were at the same time frantic. As if they had been burning in his chest and never said. “They weren’t- Paradis, the people there- They were just people. They were just people.”

Kristina swallowed, unable to find it within herself to say anything as those eyes looked at her. When paired with the bitter smile he now had, his expression was half-crazed as he ran a hand through short, shorn hair. “Soldier? Warrior? No, I’m nothing but a monster. Do you know how many I killed? How many innocent people I killed? If anyone’s the devil-!”

Silence fell between them, but Kristina could hear the unspoken I am! that lingered in the air between them.

Finally, Reiner’s gaze dropped from her and Kristina felt like she could breathe again. Whether it was from her relief that he seemed to be back to himself or her guilt that she had been unable to say anything, she couldn’t know. (She had an idea of which was to blame, though. She was well aware that they were all human. All of them just people.)

“Office Qual.” Reiner spoke up in that flat, empty tone, any trace of emotion once there wiped away. “I will accept whatever punishment you bestow upon me for my actions on this day.”

And she could punish him. She was well within her right, seeing as he had attacked her with obvious attempt to harm. Hell, she should be telling Commander Magath about what just transpired. Moreso now that it was clear he had some form of mental instability which could bring harm to future missions he partook in. Instead…

Instead Kristina sat up on her knees, leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around Reiner in a soft embrace. “It’s okay,” she whispered softly, remembering a young boy smiling at her and an offered piece of candy. “Everything is alright, Reiner.”

It was faint, but she felt the man in her arms shift, a hand slowly and hesitantly landing on her back. Kirstina didn’t even try to stop her smile or the way her voice softened even further. “I know, Reiner. I know that the people of that island aren’t devils.” Everything around her went still before there was something between a shiver and a jerk, Kristina having a rough idea of what was happening when she heard the wet gasp of breath.

“How could I not know? Aren’t all of us human?” Of all people, she should know best that there truly was no difference between them. She had read the reports, seen the stories, was in love with one, and heard the first hand accounts. It was a truth that they — her people — didn’t want anyone to know or understand. “I know that they aren’t devils.” Taking a soft breath, she shook her head.

“I believe you,” she finished with a whisper, smiling faintly as she heard another hitched breath and felt Reiner wrap his arm around her in return and pull her closer. She felt his head rested against her shoulder, a drop of something warm and wet hitting her skin that she pretended to not notice.

“I believe you, Reiner.”

Slowly, after what felt like hours of the two of them curled up on the floor, Kristina finally began to move. Their fight, short as it was, had left her tired and faintly sore, and sitting on the floor for so long had certainly done her knees no favors.

Reiner was still silent, gaze locked onto the floor. Kristina didn’t force him to look at her, but she did pull on his arm and force him to his feet. “Come on,” she said softly, leading him into his office. “The building should be empty, by now, but that’s no reason to sit in the middle of the hallway.”

She heard a soft sound, something that could have almost been a laugh if it were any louder. She decided she would take what she was given and go from there, which meant pretending it really was a laugh and Reiner was no longer in danger of having a mental breakdown.

Still, she made sure to be careful as she gently steered him towards his desk chair, sitting him down before looking around the room. It was neat and tidied perfectly, far more than her office ever was, but that just meant it was easy to check and see if there was anything on his desk, any paperwork he had been told to do, that triggered… whatever that had all been.

“It’s not the first time,” Reiner spoke softly, startling Kristina and making her snap his gaze to him. She wasn’t certain if he had managed to know what she was thinking, but it answered some of her questions. “It… happens, sometimes. The haze. It’s as if I’m torn between two lives and in the moment I’m… never sure which is the real one.”

“But you seemed to come out of it quickly enough,” Kristina pointed out as she took a seat in one of the chairs sat in front of the desk. Somehow, with the desk between them, it felt far more professional and cold than she would have liked it to. (It felt lonely.) “Has this ever happened around people?”

“Once or twice. Only when I was in Paradis and only when I was with my team. The people who knew me as a Warrior. It’s rarer, these days, and usually only happens when I’m alone.” There was more he wasn’t saying — obviously there was more, but, still. He had said enough for Kristina to be reassured that this was something that likely no one else would see, and it was only bad luck that Kristina had discovered what was happening. “Officer Qual, please believe me that I never would hurt you on purpose, I-”

“I know,” Kristina cut him off, proud that her voice was softer and warmer than she once would have made it. “You’re kind, Reiner Braun. That’s why this is a problem, isn’t it? You’re kind, but that means the guilt hurts all the worse.” The desperate look she was given begged that she truly understand. “Alright, then.”

Filled with that warmth and softness that she didn’t dare push away, not yet, Kristina leaned forward and wrapped one of Reiner’s hands up between her own. His skin was cold and clammy, something that made Kristina squeeze all the harder. “I suppose that if I ever see you like that again, then I’ll just have to pull you out of it. As many times as necessary.”

There were no words to describe the look in his eye and it would almost be a disservice to say it was something as simple as gratitude. The wet sheen told her more than enough, however.

“Thank you.” His voice was a whisper, but his hands were steady when he brought up his other to return her hold. The way he ducked his head and rested his forehead against their clasped hands was the thing to finally make her feel that damning warmth in her cheeks. She couldn’t find it within herself to be too upset, though.

“Thank you, Kristina.”

“Of course. No matter what, everything will eventually be okay.” She didn’t know if that was true, and she knew it likely never would be, but it didn’t stop her from letting herself believe (if only for a minute) that everything really would be okay.

It couldn’t hurt to hope, after all.

[specksizedgoddess]

I’ve never actually drawn a mouse before! I’m pretty proud of it :3 i hope u enjoy

HOLY SHIT HELLO???? HUN I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS ART. MT JAW IS WIDE OPEN I CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH- OH MY GOD, DARLING, THANK YOU SO MUCH- I SHAHAHSHHAHDHASSADA HUN I AM. FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANK YOU. I. OH MY FUCKING GOD HUN THIS IS AMAZING MWAH

... I might make it my new pfp, if thats okay with you-

[embalmic]

// on my way home. full of inspiration to write and do so many things. but look at this sunrise and this color palette. so damn beautiful. just wow.

[butchdykenormallen]

us real^^^^ (ignore how i just look like blue grian it was completely unintentional i do just dress like that and am also bird and also blonde))

ITS US!!!! ITTTOUHHHHHHHH IRS US!!!!! ITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS USITS US

[amalthea9]

Captain Adamson-Styles *adorning her husband with a flower crown after battle* "You're just the cutest."

Styles, not Captain but just as important, who gives everyone a shut it look"You're the only one who is allowed to say that."

AAAHHHHHH!!! *flips tables amd squeals* I LOVE THIS IMAGE SO MUCH!!!😍😍😍 I can see it so clearly!!!💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰

[mvrtogg]

Hello Hooman. I am the cat you call Fish.

I have been elected by the Council of Mousers, Ships' Cats and Grainhouse Moggies to inform you that you are a kind and good Hooman who talks gently to us, gives us pettins and is always willing to share your feedings.

We feel safe to enjoy the sun in your yard, and will be delighted to continue shedding on your furniture and clothes. This is to mark you as a Cat-Friend, so that the other Hoomans will know that you belong to us.

There is the small matter of the Loud Round Hooman who visits you, but in deference to your status we will ignore him.

Thank you.

"I ... wot? Uhm ... you're a good cat, Fish. Just ... uhm ... keep catching mice?"

[ieatkeyboard]

DICK FACE.

spike watches a movie