#hes in looooooove

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

Let Tord feel Matt's bite already, he wants it so much, ahah

*SIGH* well okay then, if you insist ;)

Content warning: suggestive content, mild blood

[hyperdramas]

kissable | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, gym rat boyfriend!dokyeom, fluff, cute aggression (??), petnames ("sweetheart", honey"), kissing, kyeom is kissable and reader can't hold themselves back, lyr had too much fun describing dokyeom pt. 438934089320

Your boyfriend looked so kissable in this moment it was driving you insane.

Seokmin persuaded you (well, whined and got on his knees so practically begged you) to accompany him to the gym as you'd be a "wonderful motivation, and with his cute pleas and whiny tone you just couldn't say no.

Plus, he wasn't making you work out, and encouraged you to go in his oversized sweater and sweatpants, which you did. The whole drive there Seokmin was gushing about how excited he was to have you here with him, saying he'd do the best for you and only you (which made you nearly break at how cute he was).

If only you were God's strongest soldier.

Newsflash: you were not God's strongest soldier.

Everything was not in your favor: Seokmin was parading around the sweaty gym in a skimpy black tank top, muscled arms out for all to see as he walked to a rack of dumbells.

A sweat-drenched towel was resting around his neck in the most attractive way you've seen a towel used, and the beads of sweat and sheen covering Seokmin was making your cheeks burn up faster than your calories.

His vein-infused hands flexed as he grabbed the equipment, taut muscles tensing and releasing with each movement of his arm, and you swear you could see every vein from your vantage point⎯which was halfway across the room filled with tall equipment.

His ball cap sat low upon his face, but shielded nothing from your view: thick eyebrows furrowed with each stretch Seokmin followed, and he chewed at his lip as he heaved a sigh, pushing through the obvious pain as sweat dripped from his head, casting his face in a dewy glow.

Damn Seokmin for taking you here with him.

Damn him for being so breathtaking.

You spent the next hour and a half reassuring Seokmin you were doing okay without combusting mid-sentence with your hot, very kissable boyfriend being that close to you, and you breathed a small sigh of relief when he came up to you⎯still covered in sweat, by the way⎯telling you that he was done for the day and was ready to head home. 

You were quiet all the way home, and Seokmin knew something was bothering you, but didn't know what exactly. He thought that maybe you actually didn't want to come to the gym with him, or you were angry that he ignored you half of the time he was doing his workouts: he swore he made time to check in on you and talk with you when he was taking a quick breather, but maybe he didn't do that enough? He honestly didn't know what was wrong.

"Sweetheart⎯are you okay?" Seokmin called from the kitchen, searching the fridge for a snack as you two decided what to order for dinner.

You, on the other hand, were in Lalaland, thoughts overflowing with Seokmin's massive, flexing muscles and pure dedication he had during his workouts.

"Huh? What? Oh, I'm doing great." It was a lie, and you knew it, but what were you supposed to tell your adorable dork of a boyfriend who probably had little to no idea he was doing this to you.

Seokmin sighed to himself, settling on a water and a basket of strawberries as he came to the living room, sitting down beside you as you kept your eyes focused on the television.

"Sweetheart," Seokmin whined, taking your hand in his as he munches on a strawberry, also looking adorable in the process. His lips were stained red by the dark strawberry juice, and he licked them subconsciously, staring at you with worried chestnut-colored eyes.

God, why was your boyfriend so perfect?

Your face was heating up at how close Seokmin was to you, and you suddenly became conscious of everything around you, noticing how slow the clock ticked to the small crack in your window's blinds. Fiddling with Seokmin's ring absentmindedly, you tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, knowing if Seokmin even started to ask you what was wrong you'd explode.

"Honey, please say something." Seokmin's voice was desperate, and as you predicted⎯you couldn't hold back.

"Seokmin, you looked so, so, so good while at the gym today. I was nervous the whole time and couldn't even keep my eyes off of you, you know that? I was holding my contagious giggling all the way home because you were that hot, and I wanted to kiss you so bad, I⎯"

Before you can finish your rambling, Seokmin smashes his lips on yours, hands on the sides of your body as he closes his eyes. Finally smiling for the first time in almost two hours, you kiss him back, overwhelming feelings of love and adoration going out of you and into Seokmin.

The two of you fell back onto the couch with your hands entangled in Seokmin's dark brown, slightly wet locks while he fell back with you calmly. Pulling away, Seokmin's eyes met yours in a heartbeat, smile uncontained as his cheeks blare a cherry red.

"Sweetheart, is that what it was?" Seokmin's voice was light and playful, and you nodded, smiling out of embarrassment as Seokmin chuckled at you, smile lines you adored peaking at you as he laughed.

"Yes, Seokmin: you were so pretty, handsome, stunning, and cool lifting those weights, doing push-ups, lunging, and walking on the treadmill with ease, I didn't know how to be normal and hold myself back properly. You were so, so kissable in every moment in that gym, I had to restrain myself from walking up to you and kissing you so hard you fell to the ground," You laughed nervously, and Seokmin pushes his hair from his face, still reeling over your confession.

"How can one be pretty and handsome at the same time?" He questions innocently, and you shake your head, bringing your lips to his again for a few seconds before you pull away.

"I don't know, but you can." You laugh, and Seokmin wheezes quietly, eyes disappearing into sparkling crescents as he kisses you again.

"Thank you." He smiles, and you nod, kissing his sharp nose and fluffy lips as he chuckles at your soft display of affection.

"Of course, Min."

[quirkle2]

boy he's rly mobbin all over the place

[yeahimcal]

Hobie Brown has sharp ass hip bones. Listen to me. He’s gangly. It’s part of the appeal. But oh my god. He’s just so angular. Sharp elbows. Sharp knees. God forbid you climb into bed with him it’s like trying to cuddle a Swiss Army knife. He doesn’t even realize how, like, sharp he is?? So it’s not a problem for him but oh my god. Getting elbowed in the middle of the night is like a literal Jumpscare. HES COLD ALL THE TIME TOO. So it’s like being stabbed by an icicle that loves you.

[uncarbonatedmilk]

fuck he lookin crazy for

[prismatoxic]

chapter 1 -> chapter 95

the evolution of the 'chuck...

kui's style evolved over time for every single character and some more than others, but man. look at him. he got so moe

[iaminjail]

klavier gavin more like klavier servin am i right (alt version here)

[whiteshipnightjar]

First look pics of Andy Samberg in LEE!!!

[kitnita]

wyatt johnston on carpooling & music   —   daily dish   —   09.27.24   

[logan said, last year, you and he were quite the carpool buddies at times throughout the season, does that carpool continue? is mavrik involved in it now, or, what is the carpool situation for you and some of your younger teammates?]   um … it’s definitely there. um, yeah, i mean, it — you know, living in the same building as him, definitely there’s some opportunities. um, but, yeah, i think it just depends on the situation, uh, like, game day — game days, i kinda like to drive myself, especially drive to the game, i just like to be on my own and get ready in that way, um … [who controls the radio?]   that was my one thing, i’ve gotta control the radio on game days. especially going to the game. um, kinda, whole game days, i like controlling the radio, i don’t know. i just kinda got a routine, maybe i’m superstitious. [do you go station or do you go playlist off the phone?]   uh, off the phone? pre-game, i like — driving up to the game, it’s always the same songs. couple, couple kinda like … electronic, edm, dance, one maybe, i guess, rock song, um — and then mornings, usually i like country.

[micromime]

MY WOOD I JUST CUT THAAAT

[jeffdakillax3]

gross thang

[mat-of-superwholock]

Jedtavius Tonight #5

Octavius got Jedediah flowers because he's such a little sap. He made sure they matched the blue of Jed's eyes.

He didn't say why he got them, but Jed accepted them.

And then they both became blushy little gays.

[ilredeiladri]

Von

"When you think you feel it but you don't really know."

über

"Maybe I'm scared to call it anything you call it."

zu

"So I'm gonna call it what I wanna call it."

mit Noah Temel in 2 Minuten 20 Sekunden.

[bitchslapblastoids]

Immaculate comedic timing. Immaculate pacing. The eye twitch, the pause to search for the right words, the look to the side as if he’s being held up at gunpoint. 👏👏👏

[bugeyedfreaks]

What do you think? Does HIM from ppg ever had a crush or a love interest in ppg? Or HIM love boys or girls? I dont know. So what do you think?

I’m sure he goes every which way but in my heart he has his eyes on only one man alone:

[trans-xianxian]

stilllll thinking about wei wuxians "I thought I could be indifferent to the world" line and like. I love wei wuxians resurrection being this beautiful second chance at life filled w growth and joy and wonder for the world but I feel like we don't talk enough about how deeply depressed he was immediately after being resurrected. like one of his first thoughts after coming back is how he wished he had stayed dead and he then proceeds to try to avoid at all costs the one person left (that he knows of) who could fathomably still be there for him. and the idea that he was indifferent to the world/trying to be is So heartbreaking in the context of his character specifically because it's like.... wei wuxian, who is full of so much heart, who always cares so deeply, whose love for the world and determination to do good literally destroyed him, trying so hard to be empty and cold towards everything. and of course he can't do it. of course he can't