#Backyard Promises

[seokminfilm]

something about you | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, romance, strangers to ???, mutual attraction (?), meet-cute (?), seokmin is kinda hot, reader is awkward, one or two curse words, he's hot and they're in love your honor

🪄 summary, you finally have a chance to meet the really hot jogger you keep seeing outside of your house. how? by spilling his orange smoothie all over him.

🪄 author's note, yes i'm trying out a new layout (we're entering 2025 soon!)... also this will be my last post before i go on hiatus!! i'm going on a 4-day cruise w my family as a christmas vacation of sorts, but i'll be back by monday <3 don't worry: i have some fics queued up for the days i'm gone!! love u lyr nation (and yes the orange smoothie in the pic was a paid actor)

As you make your way out to your mailbox, you can't help but bask in the sunlight and feel the heat on your skin. It's a nice summer day out today, and everything feels like it's going to go your way─

"Oh, shit!" A profanity comes from behind you, and seconds later, there's orange juice on the pavement of the sidewalk and dripping down your freshly washed hair. Groaning, you turn around at the culprit, ready to give them a handful of your opinion before you pause.

The hot jogger you had your eyes on the past month was behind you with a half-filled smoothie cup in his hand, the rest dripping down the front of his sheer black tank top as he locked eyes with you. A blush paints his cheeks as he realizes the situation, and you can't help but match it, knowing how you've talked and talked about meeting him forever and ever.

"Fuck, I'm─shit, I'm sorry." A string of curses falls from his lips, and you just nod, too focused on his dark eyes and plump, soft lips to even reply.

"No, no, no─uh," Your brain finally catches up with the conversation, and you just shrug, tucking your orange juice-covered hair behind your red ear. "It's my fault. Totally my fault."

It's quiet for a few seconds between the two of you again, and you stare at the now almost empty cup and the wet stain on the front of his top. The male is quiet save for the shuffling of his hand in his pocket to reach for his phone, and you clear your throat, making him stop dead in his tracks.

"You can come inside! I, um─I can clean you up and make you a new smoothie. To repay for the...mishap, I mean," You say quickly, and the male just nods, glancing down at his watch. "Yeah, sure. If you're okay with it."

You knew your house wasn't the cleanest, and your Pomeranian was probably somewhere tearing another one of your missing socks up, but this was your chance. This was your chance of finally meeting the man─the randomly hot jogger you had never met before until you spilled his smoothie all over him─of your dreams.

"Yeah, come on in!" With a cheery voice, you welcome the man into your house, watching him take off his shoes as he takes a quick look around. "Nice place. It's cute."

A blush spreads across your cheek, and you can't help but smile at his compliment. "Thanks! I try to make it mine more and more every day."

Wow, what a great response, you mentally facepalm, and the man takes off his hoodie and baseball cap, revealing a head of silky, dark brown hair. It falls perfectly in front of his eyes, revealing his strong eyebrows, dark brown eyes, and a pretty mole beside his sharp nose.

"I'm Seokmin─" Seokmin sticks out his hand to take yours, and you return the gesture, silently reveling in the softness of his skin. "Nice to meet you, even if this situation isn't exactly ideal." Seokmin laughs nervously, voice light and pretty as you laugh, giving him your name.

"Yeah, yeah. Again, I am really sorry about this─I didn't see you running behind me, and─" You rant, and Seokmin shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

"It wasn't you, it was me. I should have just stopped and walked around you."

A silence falls between you yet again, and the two of you hold each other's gaze, faces growing hot at the intimate stare. Seokmin's throat swallows quite loudly, and you clear your throat, looking down at the counter as you feign reading the magazine you retrieved from the mailbox.

"Well, I guess I'll try to replicate your smoothie. It probably won't be the best, but I'll give it a shot." You laugh nervously, and Seokmin just shakes his head, cologne wafting over to you as he smiles.

"It's okay, I promise. You don't even have to make me a new one, so─the fact that you're doing this of your own volition is enough." Seokmin's voice is sweet as he smiles at you gently, and your cheeks heat up, smiling as you nod.

"Okay, well─don't be surprised if this is the most disgusting thing you've ever tasted." You shrug, grabbing the oranges from your fridge as Seokmin just chuckles.

"I doubt it will be, but I'll try my aboslute hardest not to be surprised." Seokmin's smile makes your insides warm up, and he winks at you seconds later, causing you to smile at him even more as the two of you begin to talk.

As you begin to cut the fruits and Seokmin and you begin to chat, you both have a feeling that this mishap is going to turn into something more.

Maybe even be one of the best mishaps to happen to you both.

[3liza]

Out of over 100 responses, most groomers expressed frustration.

“We cannot take any more. I groom four to six per day. They take hours just to bathe and dry. They take the slot of two or three small dog appointments. They are not cost–effective or smart for business owners to take, even in good condition, because their hair is so dense and hard to maintain.”

Another groomer said, “I have multiple calls a day for new doodle customers, and 85% of my current customers are already doodles. There are too many to accommodate.”

Finally, one quipped, “I drink more after work since the doodle craze.”

Many groomers simply refuse to groom any of the poodle mix breeds.

“I stopped accepting new doodle clients of any kind this past winter. I make more money grooming small dogs, and it’s easier on my body,” one groomer said.

In addition, several groomers stated that they had instituted a weight limit (usually 40–50 pounds and under) to eliminate all of the larger poodle mix varieties.

More than one echoed, “I’m at my breaking point and will no longer groom any of them.”

[gildedtragedies]

hey guys so sorry for the inactivity i was GETTING MARRIED???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

[stinkrascal]

so does emmrich... like...... live inside the necropolis? do you think he has a fancy house down there? a garden? a backyard??? are there sidewalks? does he have a hoa. how does this work

[lesbiangiratina]

Can not stop thinking about how during a conversation about testament’s gender someone sent a list of terms that fall under x-gender and i got to be like Heh. Literally All of these words have been used to describe testament. Oh the joys of messy but well intentioned early 2000s nonbinary coding

The contexts are a bit complicated but like genuinely. All 3. Theyre quite unambiguously the second definition of musei now though.

[witheredgardenparty]

For no reason in particular, I will probably not be eating my cookie dough raw for a while.

[ghost-in-fools-garments]

me after riffing so hard I accidentally made myself hate someone for something they 100% didn't do

[pliablehead]

can’t believe i was on a very pleasant matcha-and-wandering-aimlessly date and meanwhile not 40 miles north some national news was being made

[kiwipit]

do they know ur buried back there? or were u washed up in the last few hurricanes, bones turned dust scattered in the backyard. or did they finally fix that buckled old foundation and dig u up with it, unknowing? do they know we loved u?

[boinin]

Finding another Irish bllk fan in the wild omg

a fellow storm agnes survivor in the wild! may your wheelie bins survive the winter and may your journeys be always necessary ✨ I'll light a candle for the single trampoline that got swept away in the midlands.

/s there's got to be at least five of us in the country, right? nice to meet ya!

[plantanarchy]

from what i've been able to find of crevecoeur's crowing, eddie will have a nice crow at least once he's matured into it. as a mature silkie, matildo will likely forever sound like a deflating squeaky toy falling down the stairs.

[angst-fairy]

I want a pet mouse so fucking bad man

[pepsiwriteswords]

... somewhere I have a bunch of notes for Sera written down

..... what notebook are they in?

[hi-im-greenjunipertree]

I love captioning screenshots lmao

Aleale in his lazy era /j

[strawberri-syrup]

every time a band i love tours but doesnt come to my state an angel dies

[trammellesstangent]

I boiled off the acid from my gold chloride salt but it did not give the beautiful orange crystals it was meant to. Instead, I have a weird brown powder.

Even worse, this powder is not soluble in water but gold chloride should be. I can put a colour change down to contaminants or say the fact that it’s powder could be interfering with the light, but this stuff I have has different chemical properties to what it should.

Now I have to figure out what in hell I made and how to get my gold back.