#so sweet and angsty

[seokminfilm]

let me show you | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, intended lowercase, implied college au, friends to lovers, yummy yummy angst, jealous!seokmin vs. jealous!reader, mingyu is your coworker, detached!seokmin (is that a warning? i think it should be), lots of kissing, slightly suggestive (if you squint hard enough), confession (if you could even call it that)

🪄 summary, seokmin seemed detached from everything—that was until you got comfortable with someone else.

🪄 now playing, get up, new jeans & glimpse of us, joji

🪄 word count, 1.2k words | for @kstrucknet

"who are you talking to?" seokmin questions, and you look up from your plate, finally taking in your surroundings as you reply with a confused "what?"

"you've been texting someone all day. who is it?" seokmin asks blandly, and you turn a deep red, your body heating up as you stare down at your half-eaten plate of food.

you had to instruct a new coworker at the barista you worked at lately, and he—mingyu—was a charming guy, catching on quickly and also quickly becoming a good friend. the two of you exchanged phone numbers, and he had started a conversation with you about your favorite music artists, one you had been really interested in since he mentioned he liked twice.

"oh, just a coworker. he's really sweet, and he likes twice," you power off your phone, smiling as you continue to eat. seokmin's eyes are still searing on your skin, and you do your best to ignore him, still subconsciously squirming in your seat as dinner continues quietly.

seokmin fell silent as he finished his plate, and he leaves the dinner table without another word, leaving you confused with a half-eaten plate of tteokbokki.

the jealousy that burned under your skin was ridiculous, you could admit it—especially when you were giving seokmin the same treatment all week this week.

he was chatting with a girl you knew he wasn't very fond of, listening to her every word with unsettling intensity. his sharp brown eyes watched her gloss-covered lips as she spoke, and you felt the slice of pizza in your head almost squish in your tightening grip.

seokmin was never one to talk to girls—you knew that. in fact, he avoided most of them, even if he was one of the more popular boys on your college campus. the reason as to why he was chatting with this girl he disliked while staring her down her throat continued to evade you, and you couldn't help but scowl at him as he came back to sit down with you.

"you don't like her." you say without thinking, and seokmin looks up from his phone, face blank and devoid of emotion as he tucks his phone away, shrugging. "i can still talk to someone i don't like."

your body is on fire, fuming at seokmin's apparent nonchalantness. he looks like he could care less about what you're saying, and it bothers you to no end.

"you seriously don't like her though. you never talk to her, and you avoid her when she tries to start a conversation with you. why talk to her now all of a sudden?" you question, and a muscle in seokmin's cheek twitches, biting back a curse word as he shrugs.

"no reason. why do you care so much?" the question stings just as much as his burning gaze, and you nearly see red, eyes running away from seokmin's handsome features as you don't answer, choosing to silently finish your lunch.

"are you talking to mingyu again?" seokmin questions after entering the living room, and you turn your phone off, looking up at him as you blush slightly. "maybe. what makes you think so?"

"you're smiling at your phone. you've been doing this for almost two weeks now, you know. we haven't had a decent conversation in how long?" a flicker of hurt dances in seokmin's dark eyes, and you catch that flicker, eyes widening just a centimeter as you turn off your phone.

"i honestly didn't know you cared that much, seokmin. you're always minding your own business, and don't start conversations with me, so—"

"that doesn't mean i don't care about you. that doesn't mean i don't miss our talks." seokmin's voice is harsh for a split second, breaking just a bit to reveal something soft and malleable in it. his lips open and close again as he tries to add something to his sentence, giving up as he walks away quietly.

you're left on the couch with a confusing patter in your heart, and brewing tears in your eyes, and you leave the living room, confusion just multiplying as you close the door to your bedroom.

the kitchen is dark as you turn on the light above the sink, giving the whole kitchen a ghostly glow. tears wet your cheeks, and you pour water from the pitcher, gulping greedily at the liquid as you sigh.

so he did care about you. no matter how detached and bland he seemed to you and everything about you, he actually did care. it surprised you, to say the least—surprised you and made you want him even more.

the interesting case of lee seokmin was something you had wanted to understand for the longest time, and you even though you still didn't understand it—understand him—you felt as if you were one step closer to doing so.

footsteps dragged your attention away from the marble countertop, and you looked up to see the main idea of all your thoughts, in a plain white tank top and pajama pants as he stared at you, eyes wide and alert even though it was one in the morning. he hasn't slept either, you think to yourself, falling silent as he approaches the counter.

"hey," seokmin's voice is clear, tight with so many emotions that you can't tell which one you're hearing. "hi," you answer back, glass clinking against the counter as it echoes throughout the quiet room.

he walks to the other side of the counter where you are, taking a sip of your water as you hold back a laugh. "you really don't care about my germs, do you?"

seokmin laughs for the first time, and your insides churn at the sound of his deep, melodic voice, enamored with the way it lilts and tilts at the sweet sound. "i don't, no."

the room falls silent again, and the question remains in your head, eating away at your mind as you finally open your mouth to speak.

"did you mean everything you said earlier? about—about caring about me, i mean," your voice is shaky, and before you know it, seokmin's eyes are on yours, burning you, but in a good, desirable way. the room gets hotter, and whether it's because you're already blushing, or seokmin's closer to you now, you can't tell.

"would i lie about that?" seokmin's voice is harsh, but you know he's not being rude or mean. he genuinely wants to know if you believe that he'd lie about you.

"i don't know." you answer softly, voice a whisper as seokmin takes one more step closer to you now, now just centimeters away from your lips.

"let me show you. let me show you that i wouldn't lie about loving you." seokmin's voice is deathly low, lips brushing yours just seconds later as you gasp at the feeling. he's warm under you, hands ghosting your hips as you grasp his muscled arms, and he's desperate too, getting as much of you as he can as he nips at your bottom lip, causing you to moan into him before he pulls away, face flushed and out of breath.

"do you believe me now?" he asks, voice still low as you nod, doubts disappearing with seokmin's heated kiss and your heating body.

"i do."

[abbeyofcyn]

Brains and Brawn Apocalypse AU

Distress

Masterpost

Cw implied death, implied blood, injury

[casualfoxwitch]

Oh my goddd 🤣🥲

[srnileforme]

#FriendsofDestinyYinWar ⤷ ★ ☆ ★ ☆

[medicatedmaniac]

Tell me you're not gonna run away yet I will follow you until the end I can't get you out of my head

[zsocca55]

Guys, guys, I’ve found another great Starscream+Alexis fic! It is a Dragonformers AU, something I never thought I would get into, but look at me. 👀

This one is sooo good! Here is my gift to @floofyfungi who made something exceptional that I enjoyed a lot. ❤️

[puppyeared]

The garment, worn by those in good standing with Hyrule royalty, has been reworked with the latest improvements, such as a new shoulder guard.

[mag-loopy]

“Tears”

Can be read both tears and tears ;D

So I’ve gone down the Blade/Dan Hang lore and I am eating it UP!

[dynjay]

Bitter reunions

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

*sighs* precious baby version of night and his mentally drained brother/dad got me dropping everything for a quick doodle<333

au by @dreemurr-skelememer

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet and Paul King for USA Today

“This is my mom and dad’s favorite project I’ve ever been in. They’re thrilled. Ten years ago, this is what I thought I’d be in, tone-wise. My mom has been encouraging me to do a play for the last 10, 12 years. And my dad, too, he goes, ‘Wow. There’s a smile on your face, finally.’”

-Timothée Chalamet

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[asteriskdisasterisk]

"If Only We Could Go Back" palette from this post by @color-palettes

vvv Small ficlet under cut vvv

He laid his head on Dusknoir, sinking into his lap. His body was refreshingly cool and surprisingly solid with a slight give that softly held Lex’s head like a form-fitting pillow. The fox felt a lump in his throat as he closed his eyes and savored the moment…he didn’t realize how tired he was, or how much he missed this.

Lex felt his jaw clench as a gentle touch pressed against the back of his head. From the top of his neck to the curve of his back, Dusknoir slowly trailed a finger down his fur. He then pulled away, pausing long enough for Lex to leave or tell him to stop if he so desired. There was a nervous tension between both parties. The position they were in was not new, but the circumstances had since completely changed. What used to be a simple and comforting indulgence was now a game of chance where neither player knew the rules.

Testing the waters, Dusknoir fully laid his hand against Lex's back. The unexpected weight made the latter jolt and the hand was quickly retracted. Lex felt a twinge of embarrassment. He didn’t want Dusknoir to hurt him of course, but to react to something so simple and harmless like that…he hated it.

Lex let his body relax again as his head snuggled back into Dusknoir, who let out a small relieved sigh. Carefully, he returned his hand to Lex’s fur, lightly trailing down his neck again. It felt calming and safe…but it also felt foolish.

It was behavior like this that led to the catastrophic hurt of Dusknoir’s betrayal. If he had kept his distance and not grown so attached, if he had listened to his instincts, Lex could’ve walked out of it without as much pain. But he opened himself up to it, willingly dove into the deep end, allowed it to strangle him. Where he once delighted in the presence of Dusknoir now stood an aching wound that flinched away from any loving touch, created by the hands that now delicately brushed back his mane. Like a taunt, slowly and softly pulling back the loose strands behind Lex's ear.

Lex felt his eyes well up, the small droplets threatening to spill over his face. Tears teetered on the edge of his eyelids, held back only by their owner. Was it worth it to desperately grasp at what once was, to nurture that tiny flicker of hope, to even entertain the idea of letting someone who hurt him back into his life like this?

Fatigue washed over him as the soothing touch of Dusknoir lulled him to sleep. There was not much room to think in his tired haze. He could regret this later, but right now…he was okay.

[sulky-cabbage]

The sukugo fight can't get animated any sooner I'm craving sukugo tiktok edits

[drivelikeiido]

fallen for you

an impulsive matty admits his feelings for you

word count: 1.1k

warnings: just a lil bit of smoking and a lil bt of pining

notes: this is the first time i've written a fic in years so I'M SORRY, not my best by far but all the writing on here inspired me to try and write again <3 also i wanted to write some nervous matty because he needs humbled so here we go (i also wrote this first thing in the morning so even more apologies for my tired brain) oh! and the reader is in the support band for the 1975 because i'm self indulgent in my writing like that

The stars in the sky were all that occupied your mind as you sat outside the venue. The night was a peaceful calm, a refreshing contrast compared to the show your band had just performed on stage opening for the boys. 

However the night's quiet is disrupted as the heavy backdoor to the venue opens from behind and Matty appears to join you, already in his suit and tie ready to go onstage, only if he knew what that look did to scramble your brain every night, it was almost annoying that someone could look so effortlessly good. 

He sits down and pulls out his packet of cigarettes, inhaling deeply as he lights one up and gestures briefly to you if you want one, you silently raise your hand up in refusal, he��s enough for you right now, your legs side by side as you sit on the freezing steps. The brief contact is enough to warm your entire body.

You sit in comfortable silence for minutes, the only sounds are the slow burning of his cigarette and the tapping of his shoes on the dark ground. You appreciate him silently, wondering to yourself how you even got this opportunity and how messy it's become now that you've unfortunately grown to appreciate the frontman of the band you're touring with in a not so platonic way. Grown so accustomed to the silence and the whirling of your thoughts his sudden speech is almost startling, his confession even more so. 

“I’m totally obsessed with you,” 

“I've wanted to kiss you for ages you know,” he adds after a beat. The shock of his confession causes the breath to seem to leave your lungs but you manage to whisper out “and what’s stopping you?”

“Didn’t think you’d want me to” he states, still refusing to make eye contact and looking into the waves of smoke floating up into the air instead. Despite his steady voice you realise he's nervous and the thought alone is enough to make you smile. Seconds pass and the cold evening air no longer seems to faze you as you build up enough confidence to ask what you've wanted for months now. 

“Do it. Kiss me. Please,” your voice barely loud enough, but he seems to hear. 

Despite his nervousness he bites back the teasing comment waiting to spill from the tip of his tongue; that could wait for later, he’d been thinking of this moment for too long to screw it up, and the boys would never let him forget it if he did.

He pulls the cigarette from his lips and exhales one last cloud of grey smoke, the addictive smell that you’ve  grown to associate with him fills your chest as he throws the butt to the ground. His rough hands move to cradle your face so gently as if he fears you could pop and dissolve through his fingers at any moment, as if he was scared you would change your mind or even if this was all a dream. 

The kiss surprises you in its gentleness and as you move together you realise this is something you’ll never bore of, the feeling of needing his lips engraved into your skin is dizzying, a sentiment he seems to share as he leans further into the kiss, his hands cradling the sides of your face like lifelines.

When he pulls back, his brown eyes are twinkling brighter than the stars you're under and the purest smile you’ve ever seen him wear graces his lips as he fixes your hair and places any strand moved back to its rightful place. He steps back, takes your cold hand in his and squeezes, his voice low and affectionate when he says “Come see me after the show, yeah?” and with your nod he disappears back inside the venue, leaving your brain to catch up with what just happened.

You’re glad he’s gone inside so he can’t see the seemingly immovable blush that's taken permanent residence on your cheeks, you'd never hear the end of the teasing if he saw that. You stay in the cold of the evening for a little longer, the chill of the air circling you and helping to slow the beating of your heart, the memory of the smell of his smoke and aftershave and how it now seems to cling to your clothes still working to fluster you despite his absence.

As you head back into the halls of the venue you feel the need to confirm that the moment was real, and not just another cruel daydream after months on the road. You take out your phone and text him,

‘i’m obsessed with you too, for the record’

His reply is almost immediate,

‘i know, love’ .

“Cocky prick” you whisper to yourself, his proud reply so Matty it makes you giggle and works to calm any growing concerns you may have had. Shoving the phone into your back pocket you make your way to the greenroom with everyone else to wait while the boys perform, your heart beating that bit faster as the set gets nearer and nearer to the end, “Come see me after the show, yeah?” playing over and over in your head.

Once the show was over and most of the set taken down, your steps are embarrassingly quick as you walk to the back of the venue, once again to the boys' delegated smoking area, already smelling the intoxicating smoke that hung in the air that was undoubtedly coming from him. He turns as you round the corner, his lips raising into a smirk as he throws the burnt out butt to the ground, stamping it with his dress shoes. He waits for you to walk close to him, his eyes never once leaving yours before grabbing out at your shirt and pulling you flush to him, your arms moving to rest on his chest. Despite the chill in the air the heat between your bodies was enough to make your skin blush immediately. His eyes looked down at you mischievously as his fingers toy with your shirt absentmindedly behind your back.

“So you’re obsessed with me, huh?” 

You huff out a laugh and look up to see that smug grin plastered over his beautiful face, his skin glowing and his curls a mess after his performance onstage. 

“Don’t let it go to your head, we don’t need any more to feed your ego” you tease, poking at his forehead and watching as he momentarily closes his eyes at the motion.

His saccharine grin returns, “Too late for that darlin, you’ve confessed your undying obsession with me there’s no getting rid of me now”

You drop your head to his chest, subtly revelling in the affection as his arms wrap around you, enveloping you in comfort, making it impossible to ever imagine leaving them.

“You’re insufferable, you know that,” you laugh and despite your teasing he drops a kiss to your head, 

“Yeah but I’m yours now, and that’s all that matters”

[where-ismydonkey]

DCA PROMPTOBER - DAY 12

CAROUSEL

When Moon had asked if you wanted to see the Pizzaplex’s carousel, you gave him a weird look. Because as far as you knew, there was no such thing. At least, not anymore unfortunately. Since you remembered it'd been scrapped years ago, after repairs had made it so costly.

Or so you thought, at least.

Honestly, you just assumed he was either trying to trick you or confuse you. Like he always did, with a charming twirl of his face and that perpetual grin of his.

Until one night—Hours after your shift—he’d scooped you up and out of the daycare. And as you giggled into his chest, you failed to notice as he went down a utilidor you didn't recognize. Cheeks flushed and smile wide, you wrapped one arm around his neck. And the other rested on his chest as you raised your eyebrows.

“Moon!” you whispered, voice full of amusement, “Where are we going?”

"The carousel."

Huh?

You tilted your head, trying to make sure you had heard him correctly. Looking up at him, or as much as you could from the angle you were at, you could only wonder why he was bringing this up again.

"Did you hit your head or something?" you asked confusedly, "Because there's no—"

"Look ahead."

Suddenly, you were set back on your feet. And as you wobbled from the sudden shift, he wrapped a hand around your waist to steady you. But you were too intrigued to thank him, as you were face to face with a tall, imposing metal door a few feet away.

No doubt it was bigger than you, and almost as big as Moon. And smack at the end of the corridor you two were in. That you also didn’t recognize.

And on that note, you turned to face him. There was a sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, "Yeah, I'm not going in there."

“Why?” his hold on your waist tightened, and he tugged you toward him. As you were brought forward, you yelped as he teased. “Don't tell me you're still scared of the dark?”

You gawked at him, “Hey! That's still a normal fear for some adults!"

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too—" you cut yourself off and asked as if he was capable of forgetting, "Okay, come on. Why are we here, Moon?"

"Carousel," he reminded you and nudged his faceplate against your face. His adorable way of a kiss, "I wanted to show you it."

“Aw. Well, that's a really sweet sentiment,” you leaned up to his face and appreciatively kissed the middle of his grin. Truthfully, you did feel a little excited at the improbable mention of it, “But there’s no carousel at the Pizzaplex anymore, Moony.”

He just stared down at you silently, and you stared back at him. Why did you have a sneaking suspicion you knew what was next? “…Unless?”

Moon took that as the right time to continue, “They may have decommissioned it, but never fully scrapped it,” he clarified, his hand leaving your waist. Instead, he moved to gently take your own hand, and carefully intertwined your fingers together. With that, he began to take slow steps backwards toward the door, and you had no choice but to tentatively follow.

As soon as his back bumped against it, he darted his elbow out to harshly push against it. And with a creak and a groan, the iron door opened. Inside, the room was dark and endless and you could only frown as your peered in.

No way in hell you'd be stepping in there.

So you stopped as he turned to walk in. His hand hadn't let yours go and it was only a moment before he noticed you'd stilled. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked down at you in silent question.

You shook your head, "I'll just stay out here."

"It's safe." he tried to reassure you, gradually letting go of your hand. He crept further into the room, waiting for you to follow, but you remained at the entrance. And you would stay there, at least until you were able to see what was in the room.

"I'll go in when I can see a little better," you smiled for his sake, "On that note, does the carousel have lights?—Is it even working?"

Moon crooned from further inside the room, and the sound of tinkering could be heard. You wondered what he was messing around with, "It was last time we tested it out," and you felt your heart skip a beat, "We wanted to make sure it was working. Just for you, Starlight."

With a besotted grin, you shook your head. All this confusion over a carousel was because they wanted to be romantic? You wanted to propose right now!

And just before you could consider it, soft lights belonging to the carousel came on. From the center of the room, it illuminated the room enough to entice you in. And as you stared in momentary shock, you could see Moon's sharp grin form the corner of your eye as he awaited you.

Willing yourself to walk in, you got a closer look at the revived, rotating carousel.

It almost was like you were in a trance, and sucked back into your childhood. Only reminders of fuzzy, colorful memories as you used to ride the merry-go-rounds as a kid. A ride that was fun, and seemingly endless to you in those moments.

Now, all you felt was your heart flutter as Moon came around to stand beside you. And you wished the moment could never end as you took his hand. Smiling over at him, the lights glowed around you two as the horses did a slow dance.

"Pretty, isn't?" he asked, staring right at you.

You flushed, and nodded all the same. Holding his hand, you readjusted your grip. And from the corner of your eye, you swore the lights from the ride reflected against his usually red eyes, "It is."

"You're such a flirt," you smiled through warm cheeks, "But thank you, you're pretty too I suppose."

"Who says I was talking about you?" he mischievously asked, and you swatted at him arm.

"How rude!” you grinned, ducking his free hand as he attempted to return the swat. However, he aimed at your head and you just chuckled. Darting away from another attempt, a string of laughter left you as you doubled over. Hardly noticing as Moon froze, suddenly several feet away from you.

Huh?—

His eyes were the first thing you noticed. Once a shade of red you expected, they shined with a purplish tint. You looked away, hoping it was just the light again. But as you looked back, he began to creep toward you.

"Run." came a staticky growl, making you jump.

“Moon,” you started quietly, “What's going on with you?”

"Run!" he'd hissed, teetering on a snarl. His steps were erratic, going back and forth as he seemed to struggle with himself. Until a hand of his darted out, nearly catching your face.

You sprang back, eyes growing wide. But before you could question him again, the lights of the carousel flickered once. And then twice. Then on the third time, it went out.

Immediately, you tried to run for the dim doorway. You couldn't see much, but that couldn't stop you.

How did you go from being more in love than ever to disorientated and a little scared in a matter of moments, huh? Just your luck!

Moon growled from somewhere behind you, "Run!"

And from afar came a shrill scream. A familiar sound that you didn't realize had been yours until it happened again, and the noise ripped out of your throat.

Purple, reddish eyes darted at you in hatred that made you want to cry.

"Get out of here!" you heard as you landed on the floor, trying your best to dodge the attack, "Run!"

Hissing, having landed on your shoulder, you struggled to get up. But too aware of the depraved cackling in the room, you whimpered. There was nothing else to do, and you knew it.

Moon had never liked disobedience, so when he chuckled darkly from above you, you made a run for it. Just like he had said.

Screaming, so raw it hurt your throat, you turned on your heel. You began a mad dash toward the open doorway, unable to process anything other than the warning the animatronic had been shouting. Ignoring that your legs felt like jelly, and your body was ready to give up. Throwing away the fact that this had all been a surprise for you, meant to make you grin and throw yourself into their arms.

And pushing down the reminder that whatever was chasing you, was not the robot you loved.

So with that, your whole body trembled as you ran out into the corridor, swift footsteps following you.

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ERMMMM so this was a lil spooky HUEHUEHUE