#oh he’s the perfect man

[suebin]

ok let me read this bc when i was reading the synopsis… it seemed a bit too familiar 😹

*ೃ 19:46

↳ your boyfriend seungmin takes it upon himself to make sure you've eaten, in spite of your insane workload.

GENRE: fluff, established relationship, vague college au WARNINGS: mentions of food, not properly proofread WORD COUNT: 800+ FAE'S NOTES: came to me in a fever dream (fever dream being me actually being swamped with work). if you spot any discrepancies re: repeating lines, missing paras, please tell me. it's probably tumblr messing up my post again hehe

you've been sitting here for six hours, although it has barely felt like six hours the entire time. not once have you moved from your spot by your desk – not even to get a snack or hit the washroom. your desk is littered with used scrap paper, miscellaneous charging wires, empty oreo packaging, and a half-empty bottle of water. still, you're too preoccupied with the 5000-word report plastered on your computer screen to notice the absolute mess you've created the past couple of hours, or the fact that your boyfriend has been peeking out at you from the hallway for the past minute, fresh from his afternoon nap.

if seungmin didn't know any better, he'd think it was a monday morning with the sheer volume of work you've practically been drowning in today, but it is in fact saturday. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the tiniest bit upset that he wasn't able to cuddle and lounge around with you all day like you usually would on weekends, but for the most part, he's understandably concerned for your well-being.

he turns his head towards the clock hanging off the wall in your living room. 7:46pm – it's dinner time. he glances at you again, as your face inches closer towards the screen, eyes squinted for proofreading. seungmin sleepily shuffles over to you and bends down to get a quick look at whatever you're working on. "oh, you're awake?" you remark softly, although your eyes never once peel themselves from your laptop. seungmin hums in response, hands reaching to comb through your hair as he skims through your report. "almost done?"

he turns his head towards the clock hanging off the wall in your living room. 7:46pm – it's dinner time. he glances at you again, as your face inches closer towards the screen, eyes squinted for proofreading. seungmin sleepily shuffles over to you and bends down to get a quick look at whatever you're working on. "oh, you're awake?" you remark softly, although your eyes never once peel themselves from your laptop. seungmin hums in response, hands reaching to comb through your hair as he skims through your report. "almost done?"

you shake your head slowly, pushing your glasses up your nose bridge. "i've still got 1000 words left," you pout, finally looking up at your boyfriend, who is still gently playing with your hair. seungmin pouts back and leans down to give your lips a quick peck. "you're almost there," he softly assures, before leaning himself against the table, arms folded against his chest. "hungry?"

you shake your head again. "you can eat without me tonight, i'll make myself some instant noodles or something later. when i'm hungry," you proposed, as the clacking sounds from your keyboard resumes. seungmin playfully tuts in faux disappointment. "did you even have lunch?"

"do..." you pause to take a quick look at the trash strewn across your desk. "...5 packets of oreos count?"

"you know damn well they don't."

"i'm fine though."

seungmin rolls his eyes as he pushes himself off the wall. "you're gonna worry me to death one day," he mutters under his breath as he begins making a beeline for the kitchen. all you do is chuckle in response.

your boyfriend is far from being the best cook, but he definitely tries his best. you weren't paying close attention, but you did hear the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen in the 30 minutes that followed your brief conversation. the aroma of bolognese has wafted its way over to where you are, and you have to admit, it does smell appetising. have you actually been hungry this whole time, or is gordon ramsay in your kitchen? you make a mental note to get up and make yourself some instant noodles later, once you complete another 300 words.

you hear the faint noise of seungmin trudging out of the kitchen, footsteps inching closer until he's by your side again. he sits on the chair right by you, and wordlessly places two large plates of spaghetti bolognese on the table, not before slightly cleaning up the mess you've made. he slowly slides your plate – the one with a lot more spaghetti than the other, you've noticed – over to your side of the desk. you shoot him a look of confusion upon realising. "what–"

"eat. now," seungmin pointed at your plate.

"no, not now. later! after i–"

your boyfriend always does this thing whenever he attempts to nag at you to take care of yourself, and it's surprisingly effective. he shoots you the stink eye. not an expression of malicious intent or anger, but a playful one that says 'i care about you, but it's easier to nag at you instead'. the stink eye itself never scares you – on the contrary, you actually find it incredibly adorable. you actually appreciated the sentiment more than you've ever let on: for someone like seungmin to go out of his way to cook an entire meal for you, it must only mean he really loves you.

you sigh and shut your laptop, before leaning in to plant a sloppy, slightly prolonged kiss on his cheek. "okay, i'll eat," you tell him, earning yourself the widest smile on seungmin's face. he leans in slightly – he's asking you to give him another kiss on the cheek. you oblige. he reaches out to squeeze your hand. "thank you baby," you mutter, as you begin to dig in. seungmin is still far from being the best cook, but this was one of the best meals of your life.

[edlucavalden]

Oh my god.. this post was cooking i had to..

[starsonablackboard]

are you sure?

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.

[delineate-creates]

This twitter post except Tom is even skinnier 🤧

[corneredcopia]

IM GONNA THROW UP. ROB IS SUCH A LUCKY MAN.

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[mightytato]

SILVER AAAAGGGEEE!!!

I SAID I WOULD, AND I GOT HIM DOOONNNEEE!!💛

im looking at you @actuallysaiyan

like, staring into your soul. looking at you.

add-on to this [other bois]

[jkvjimin]

(140/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[brianskangs]

still a cutie even with glasses 🤓

[0nlyhere4phil]

Phil Lester you are the funniest man on this planet. When I first saw this clip I fell over laughing. The subtle mew was everything. I love you. Never change.

[strangenewwords]

Astonishing X-Men #13 (2004)

Just Logan being Logan (and Scott totally getting it and approving of it.)

[amoritasart]

Don’t meet your heroes?

I like the idea of Philip taking odd jobs to survive before finally deciding on slaughtering everyone.

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

I think about this image often

"The gang hates me and only lets me stick around cause of Darry and soda!"

BOY YOU'RE THE GANGS LITTLE BROTHER DONT PLAY WITH ME

[seiwas]

thought about iwaizumi wearing those lifting belts when he’s squatting heavy weights. he groans when he unclips the lock and finishes a set, breathing heavily as he looks over at you filming the entire thing for progress check. then he gives you the most genuine grin, a mixture of pride and relief for hitting pr, sweat still dripping down his temples. and he has the audacity to ask “how did it look?”

[seokminfilm]

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."