#day6 drabbles

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Please (don't) stop—steddie holiday drabbles/whumpcember day 6

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 6 prompt, ‘chill,’ and @whumpcember day 6 prompt, “Please stop.”

WC: 963. Rating: T CW: None. Tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, post-Vecna/general canon injuries and healing, Eddie lives, happy ending. Summary: Steve and Eddie got together, post-Vecna, then promptly fell apart. Much like Eddie’s old van is falling apart, though at least Steve figures he can fix that…

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“Please stop!”

Eddie waved madly at the approaching vehicle, holding little hope of rescue. Who’d stop for a dude with a banged-up old van, shivering his long-haired-freak head off? The blinding headlights dipped, and… Christ-on-a-bike, they were stopping? Maybe charity wasn’t totally extinct in post-Vecna earthquake-stricken Hawkins.

Then he recognised the BMW. And the guy climbing out.

“Steve?”

“Hey, Munson.” Not ‘Eddie,’ then. Not anymore. “You okay?”

“Peachy. Van’s a bust, tho’.”

The casual switch of Steve’s attention—from Eddie to the van—felt chill as the son-of-a-bitch wind. Both sliced through Eddie’s bandages to his still-healing scars and heart.

Jesus, he should get over Harrington. Like, yesterday.

When Eddie was in hospital, he and Steve had shared ‘moments’—heck, Steve had been admitted too, his bat-bites also taking ages to heal. They’d talked for hours, laughed themselves stupid, gotten so fucking close. They’d made out as recklessly as if they’d never saved Hawkins, and it was still apocalypse-o’clock.

Didn’t change the facts. Steve loved Nancy Wheeler. Eddie’s memories of his heart-on-sleeve yearnings for her—before they’d embarked on their do-or-die showdown—proved indelible. Steve wanted her back, and after she and Jonathan split recently…

…Eddie couldn’t think about that now. Couldn’t have gone fucking worse, really.

Steve frowned at the van, doubtless regretting stopping. “What’s the problem?”

“Uuuuh, the exhaust dropped off?”

“Okay. Easy fix. Got tools in the car.”

“Woah, really?”

Steve’s attention reverted to Eddie in a death-glare. “When our town tumbles down around our ears, even a fuckwit like me can learn crap.”

“Dude, not what I meant! Only surprised you carried the kit. Anyone as metal as you with a Molotov cocktail is a guru of practicality in my book.”

Steve shrugged. And surely Eddie imagined that familiar tinge of yearning in Steve’s faint smile, directed not at Nancy, but at him.

“Shouldn’t take long,” said Steve. “Get in my car before you freeze your balls off.”

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Working by torchlight beneath the van, Steve tightened bolts and temporarily re-attached the exhaust with steel cable-ties.

Eddie’s van was fixed. Steve was… unexpectedly pissed about it.

If he’d had to drive Eddie home, they might’ve had to talk about stuff.  Like, why—after they’d kissed and everything—did Eddie start cheerleading Nance again as Steve’s one-true-love? Then throw himself at Argyll, who’d been confused-as-fuck. His annoyance pitched Steve’s near-constant post-concussion-headache from niggling to stabbing. Lying on icy asphalt, inhaling fumes, didn’t help. Dammit, he was getting lightheaded… heavy-headed? Whatever.

“Steve? Okay down there?”

“Jesus!” A familiar worry seized Steve. “You’re barely out of the hospital! What didn’t you grasp about staying warm in my car?”

Steve slid out and rose slowly, one hand on the van. The dizziness hit like a commuter train. He dropped the spanner and crumpled.

“Shit!” Eddie yelped, catching him.

Steve clutched Eddie’s jacket, his chin jamming Eddie’s shoulder. As the blobs cleared from his vision, he found his footing, and worry slammed anew. Eddie was still healing. Yet here he was supporting Steve, reassuringly solid. Steve suddenly recalled the last time he was held like this. Robin hugged him, of course… but held like this?

It’d been Eddie—in the hospital, when they’d cried for Chrissy, clung to hope for Max. Eddie’s hugs had been necessarily gentle. Somehow powerful, too.

Now Eddie rubbed his back, pressed his cheek to Steve’s hair, whispering, “I gotcha, Stevie.” Steve’s heart began throbbing against his ribs, much like his brain pounded against his skull.

Eddie helped him into the van’s passenger seat. Steve kinda cringed, like always when people looked after him. Especially Eddie, who’d been through way worse. That said, only Robin knew more than Eddie about Steve’s constant pain and… Fuck it. Settling into the seat, his tears pressed hotly. He turned to dry-choke down some pain meds—like they ever fucking worked!—before Eddie climbed in behind the wheel.

“Okay, Harrington. I’m gonna drive you home, providing this pile-o’-shit starts. Wouldn’t dream of driving your BMW.”

“Wouldn’t care.” Eddie reached for the ignition. Steve reached out too, stopping him: “I’m sorry.”

He’d not seen Eddie’s eyes this wide and scared since before they’d faced down Vecna. “What for?”

“I suck at finding the right words, but… I’m over Nance. Was never gonna work. What the heck was going on between you and Argyll?”

“A big fat nothing.” Eddie’s shoulders slumped wearily, doe-eyes literally impaling Steve’s soul. “I guess I wanted you to… ‘follow your heart,’ that poppy kinda crap, after everything.”

Steve squeezed Eddie’s fingers, clutching his lifeline. “Eddie, that’s exactly what I was trying to do.”

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Follow your heart? You mean… to me?

Eddie couldn’t immediately process Steve’s words.

He focussed on Steve’s face—slightly pinched, gray, somehow still so earnest—found himself squeezing Steve’s fingers back, wishing he could ease his pain. They’d shared so much, while healing together. Too much, maybe? As they bordered on crushing each other’s fingers, Eddie’s dumb heart finally ripped open:

“I’m sorry too. I missed you too fucking much, these past weeks. But look, you’re goddamn frozen, we better—”

“You’re colder, moron.”

In a flash, they held each other tight. Steve buried his face in Eddie’s less-injured shoulder, his breath warming Eddie’s scarred neck. Heat that seemed to yell, “Spin on it!” to the whole bullshit world suddenly blossomed between them. Eddie was so stupidly grateful.

When Steve lifted his head, he looked as hilariously hopeful as Eddie felt. His gaze flitted to Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie leaned in for the kiss. Steve inhaled sharply… forbiddingly? Eddie jerked back, super-quick.

“Please stop?” Eddie articulated the question he feared the most.

“Don’t you dare.” Steve’s smile was like summer sunshine. “I just… can’t believe, after everything, this is real.”

They gently enfolded each other—the gearshift jammed between them—and spent the rest of the night kissing all their chills away.

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[lover-of-midnight]

Forced To Stay Awake

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Merlin (TV)

Relationship:

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Characters:

Merlin (Merlin)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort

Arthur Pendragon Needs a Hug (Merlin)

Worried Merlin (Merlin)

Febuwhump 2025

Day 6

Sleep Deprivation

Protective Merlin (Merlin)

Triple Drabble

Language: English

Collections: febuwhump 2025

@febuwhump

Ao3 Link

Summary:

“We will just have to wait and see. We will figure it out.” Merlin gave Arthur a small smile. “You need to get some sleep.” Merlin continued.

Arthur groaned as he slammed his head against the floor, making a small tuck sound. He closed his eyes briefly as tiredness pulled at his body. He tried to blink as he forced himself upright.

His eyes burned as he pulled his legs to his chest. He could faintly hear Merlin in the room. He would rather that he got some sleep than force him through this. It would be easier if one of them were rested.

“Arthur?” Merlin’s voice broke through the silent room. He easily sat down next to Arthur, scowling.

“What do you think is going to happen?” Arthur’s voice broke slightly. He couldn’t believe they were in his chambers, but it felt alien. As if he was in someone’s else room.

“We will just have to wait and see. We will figure it out.” Merlin gave Arthur a small smile. “You need to get some sleep.” Merlin continued.

Arthur was silent, his arms tensing up slightly. “I can’t. Knowing that you are in danger because of me.” He glanced slightly at Merlin, “I’m sorry. For this, for everything.” He swallowed the pain away. “I need to make sure they don’t come through the night.”

Merlin gently placed a hand on Arthur’s arm. “You did nothing wrong.  No one could have known that Cenred would have come so quickly. We will figure this out Arthur, I promise you.” Merlin tried to give him an encouraging smile, but both knew that it wasn’t something that would change soon.

“Go to sleep Merls. I will feel better in the morning.” Arthur gave him a tired grimace as he retrained his eyes on the door, hand on the sword.

No matter what will come, even if it is the last thing he does, he will make sure Merlin is safe.

[hwanghyunjinmakesmeuwu]

IMAGINES ARE BACK OPEN!!

I've recently started kinda writing again. So my requests for imagines/Drabbles/one shots etc is back open.

Groups I will write for:

Stray Kids

Ateez

Enhypen

Xdinary Heroes

P1Harmony

Seventeen

TXT

ITZY

(G)I-DLE

Mamamoo

Twice

Astro

SHINee

Day6

Monsta X

The Boyz

Younite

B.A.P

More groups will probably get added but for now these are the ones I'm most comfortable writing about on request!!

[smileyyoungchan]

Hi :)

I’m gonna start writing for NCT and TXT as well :)

Plus I have a potential big project coming up… we’ll see :)

[blogger360ncislarules]

How Hetty and Granger answer people’s questions about them being soulmates.

@chaos-company

[livewithgratitude]

💔🐣for jae: the wedding toast

The room is warm, filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the soft clinking of champagne glasses. Laughter ripples through the air as guests eagerly anticipate the next speech. You’re sitting at the head table, your fingers loosely laced with your spouse’s, your heart light with happiness.

Then Jae stands.

The crowd erupts in cheers before he even speaks—because that’s just who Jae is. The guy who knows how to command a room with his presence, his humor, his easy confidence. The guy who made high school bearable with his ridiculous jokes, who could make anyone laugh even on the worst days. Your best friend.

Jae taps the mic, wincing dramatically at the feedback, and grins. “Wow. They really gave me a microphone? Big mistake. I have too much material, and not enough time.”

The room chuckles, and you do too, settling in, expecting something hilarious.

Jae turns toward you, his dark eyes warm but unreadable. “I’ve known this girl—” he gestures at you with an exaggerated wave “—since high school. Which means I’ve witnessed every embarrassing phase she’s ever had.” He pauses, smirking. “Like that one time she tried to impress her crush by attempting a cartwheel and ended up kicking a trash can instead. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.”

Laughter fills the room. You shake your head, rolling your eyes, but your grin is wide.

“But in all seriousness,” Jae continues, his voice shifting just slightly—so subtly that only someone who’s known him as long as you have would catch it, “I’ve watched you grow, fight, fall, and pick yourself back up again. You’ve always been the most stubborn person I know.” He smirks. “Which, honestly, is terrifying, but also kind of inspiring.”

The room quiets just a little, leaning in.

Jae swirls his champagne glass, eyes flickering toward the golden liquid before landing on you again. “You’ve always been the love of my life. My best friend. My home.”

Laughter. Applause. A few cooing sounds from the guests.

You laugh, too, shaking your head at his dramatics. But—

Jae doesn’t laugh.

He smiles, like he always does, effortless and cool, but there’s something beneath it. Something you don’t quite understand. Or maybe you do, and you just don’t want to.

He lifts his glass. “To the both of you. May you have a lifetime of love, happiness, and—most importantly—an endless supply of patience. Because let’s be real, you’ll need it.”

Another round of laughter. You raise your glass, too, clinking it against his.

And just for a second—just a fleeting moment—Jae’s fingers tremble around his glass.

Then he downs his drink in one go, grinning as he takes his seat.

The night goes on.

But something lingers.

You try to focus on the warmth of your spouse’s hand in yours, the way their thumb brushes lightly over your skin, grounding you in the present. But across the table, Jae is looking away, his jaw tight, his fingers tapping absently against the stem of his empty glass.

[jazziwritesthings]

Mooties and non-mooties can you please send the accounts that currently/actively write for DAY6??? I can't seem to get the right tags to see really anything and I NEED IT

Please and Thank you

Also love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[belladaises]

SEVENTEEN FIC RECS (S.Coups/에스쿱스) pt. 2

back to directory ＼(^-^)／

Sweet Danger by @edenesth

cinnamon buns & warm hugs, pranks by @forcheol

to be in love by @daegutowns

a love that burns brightly by @wooahaes

dad of the year by @wondernus

Fireflies with you by @welcometomyoasis

take a chance with me by @hrts4hanniehae

Snowed In by @stayteezdreams

must love dogs by @nevernonline

All of the Girls You've Loved Before by @highvern

ONE LAST TIME by @spamgyu

boyfriend!Cheol // meeting the members by @wonwoonlight

drunken call by @magisland

Drunk with Love by @beomboomboom

[20:37] [20:17] by @gyu-effect

[2:08] glimpse of us, in which you get hurt in a car accident by @wongyuuu

your cherry flavored kisses by @hannyoontify

그렇더라고요 (when you love someone) by DAY6 by @shuahoonie

BANDAGES + KISSES by @hanggarae

Pucking Chemistry @minnieminshi

drabbles 1, 2 by @seungcheorry

9:47 am, eat. play. love. by @husbandhoshi

Still In This Holy Ground by @hirayaaraw

cherry bows by @slytherinshua

nightcap by @j-pping

third eye, For You by @writer-k-pop

april showers bring may flowers by @hannyoontify

live stream by @pileofwords

baby-proofing by @sluttywoozi

our ending is made for each other by @savventeen

Diamond, Mi Vida by @ontowanderlust

loved by @rubywonu

love by rubywonu-deactivated20230712

Raising Roses {on-going} by @hannieehaee

my pillow by @alohajun

53: the relief of fatalistic recklessness by @97-liners

baguette by @bwinnies

tripped by @sebastiannewai

how seungcheol says “i love you” for the first time by @boowanie

the truth untold by @viastro

virtue of humility by @haokyeom

[outofconcheol]

Tune In For Love (KSM x GN!Reader)

pairing: college radio host!Seungmin x co-host!reader

genres/au/rating: sfw, mostly fluff, the mildest of angst, idiots to lovers, pg

summary: When you and Seungmin come up with a crazy new idea for your radio show, a week of chaos and unspoken feelings unfolds. As you learn more about relationships, will the two of you tune in for love? Or decide to shut it down completely?

warnings: swearing, fake exes trope, a playlist of seungmin coded songs mentioned, stupid amounts of pining, mentions of relationship drama, they almost kiss, then they actually kiss, one mild (joking ) threat of violence, Jeongin being the best wingman ever, RAIN, Ningning, Joshua, Cheol, and Day6 all make cameos

word count: 2.8k

a/n: happy Seungmin day!! honestly this could have been a whole fic on its own but i'm happy with this cute little drabble! this draws some inspiration from the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon. our boy deserves all the love, i hope you enjoy!

“Okay everyone, this has been another week at The Sound FM, the university’s #1 radio station! ____ and Seungmin signing off!”

Your voice fades out to the tune of the hit that Seungmin had selected for the week, ears perking up at the rumble of the bass and the tick tick tick of the hi-hat. Another Day6 song. Congratulations this time. 

“When will you admit that you’re Day6’s number one fan?”

“When you admit that you’re their number two,” Seungmin adjusts his glasses, a devious smirk lighting up his face. 

(You were, but you would never give Seungmin the satisfaction.)

“That segment on how to deal with the stress of midterms turned out great! What should we do next?”

You fidget with your pen, tapping it against your notepad, twirling it around in your fingers, before moving to put it behind your ear–

Seungmin’s hands shoot out, fingers clasping around yours for a brief moment, and a shiver runs through you, despite the fact that it was sunny outside with not a cloud in sight.

“I had an idea, actually, well it’s not my idea, Jeongin brought it up..”

For however composed the two of you were on air, you turned into awkward rambling messes when the mics were off. It had always been like that though. You’d been hosting the show with Seungmin for the better part of a year and you still didn’t know why you felt shy around him, or why you’d barely progressed beyond simple acquaintances.

“There’s this girl that uh, he, yeah he wants to impress, so he was asking if our next segment could maybe have something to do with dating advice.” 

“That is sooo much better than the segment on recycling tips I was planning,” you nudge him, oblivious to the way his ears turn red.

“Oooh but what if we make it spicy you know? Like approach relationships from a different angle?”

“What angle?” Seungmin rubs at the back of his neck. “As far as I know, neither of us are in a relationship. I mean, right?”

“Right but no one else has to know that! What if we pretend that we’re exes, who broke up? Hindsight is always 20/20, people will eat that up!”

“I thought I was supposed to be the menace here,” Seungmin’s tone is deadpan but his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“What can I say, you’re rubbing off on me Min,” you giggle. “So, what do you say we put your charm to good use?”

“You think I’m charming ___?” 

You miss the excitement in his tone, writing it off as enthusiasm for the whole absurdity of this plan.

“Who knows, Min! Maybe we’ll even find people! This is so exciting!”

Seungmin pauses briefly, a choked sound escaping his mouth, but you think you imagine it, watching him straighten and nod.

Laughter fills the studio as you bicker back and forth about what to include and how the next week would go. It was a risk, but you hoped it would pay off — both on the airwaves and maybe even for your stagnant love life. The possibilities were endless.

“Hello, and welcome to Tune in For Love! We are your hosts, ___ and Seungmin, and for the next week we’ll be tackling all your relationship questions and concerns!”

Your voice booms into the mic, echoing throughout the tiny studio, and you take a moment to mute yourself, heart pounding in your ears. Butterflies had begun to bubble up in your chest – you were really doing this.

“You ready for this?” Seungmin’s voice knocks you out of your daze, and you look over to see his lips twist into a lazy smile, running his fingers through his hair.

Fuck. Why did that make your stomach flip-flop?

You give him a shaky nod. It was probably just the rush of trying something new, so different from what you were used to. The simultaneous thrill and terror of dipping your toes into uncharted waters. 

Seungmin unmutes the mic, his softer, more melodious voice reverberating into the windscreen. He’d make a great singer, you think. Maybe for your next segment you could convince him to croon on air.

“We’re your resident experts on dating, whether it's still in the early stages of puppy love, the cool cruising of the honeymoon phase, or the bitter sting of love gone wrong. We have all your answers, right here, right now on The Sound FM!”

“Trust me, we’ve had experience with all of those,” you chuckle.

The story just falls off your tongue – a tumultuous end to a relationship that had never existed, one full of angst and heartbreak that even the finest writer couldn’t think of. Seungmin interrupts you spontaneously to respond to your dramatic anecdotes with dry quips of his, and you can’t believe it — you actually sound like a couple. A real couple.

“How was I supposed to know you were allergic to garlic? You let me take you to an Italian restaurant on the first date!”

“As my boyfriend, you should have asked my best friend about my allergies! That’s like standard dating protocol,” you shoot back, making sure to smile so that Seungmin knows you’re not serious.

“Noted, I’ll keep that in mind for the next relationship,” Seungmin grunts, the air becoming thick with a tension you can’t pinpoint.

Clearing your throat, your fingers hover over the buttons of the soundboard.

“How about we take some listener calls instead?”

The line crackles to life, a caller named Ningning groaning about how her girlfriend forget their anniversary and didn’t even apologize.

“It’s an honest mistake,” Seungmin mutters. 

“I don’t think so,” you counter, chewing your lip. “It’s important to be considerate of special moments like anniversaries, birthdays. It means you care. I mean Seungmin probably doesn’t even remember mine–”

“October 17th,” he interrupts you, and you go rigid. How did he even know?

I asked Jeongin, he mouths, and it only leaves you more confused. Why would he need to know that? It leaves you more embarrassed that you don’t know his exact day, only that it was sometime in September.  

Ningning rambles on, thanking you both for the added perspective and resolving to make things right with her girlfriend. You feel your heart warm at her determination, amazed at the effect that you and Seungmin had already managed to have on your listeners. 

Seungmin closes out the show, the easygoing and carefree chords of Polaroid Love ringing into the mic, and you think to yourself, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

As the sun sets, campus comes alive, buzzing with excitement. You glance out the window, watching students filter out of the library, walking towards the commons for a cup of coffee, or hugging outside their dorms. A deep pang of longing hits your gut, not sure whether its from watching them outside or the fact that you’re cramped here in the tiny studio, band posters all over the walls, and Seungmin is playing Love You For A Long Time, Maggie Rogers’ ethereal voice filling the space between you. 

“Had to ease you into our next listener call,” Seungmin grins into the mic. “This one is – ouch. It might hit home for some of us, I mean you all.”

“Hi, ___ and Seungmin? I’m Joshua, a senior. I’m calling because I have a dilemma – my best friend Seungcheol just started dating my ex, and I’m not sure how to feel. On one hand I wanna be happy for them, but on the other hand, I’m a mess. What would you do if you found out one of you was dating someone else?”

“Oh.” Seungmin breathes out, and he remains there, lips parted like he’s frozen. An awkward silence falls over the studio, and you’re sure Joshua is blinking on the other end of the line, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I’m not sure,” you shudder, thinking of the hypothetical situation. But it wasn’t so hypothetical. You and Seungmin were free to date people. There was nothing stopping you. But it still felt wrong somehow.

“I would give yourself some space, Joshua. Take time to confront your own feelings about this, and when you’re ready you can decide what to do. Let yourself heal first.”

“That’s a good answer,” Seungmin whispers, and you panic, muttering out a rushed goodbye before cutting the broadcast.

“Wow,” you sigh. “That was, I–, I guess I didn’t think of that when I suggested this.”

“Think of what?” Seungmin’s eyes glimmer with interest, and he leans in closer.

“How shit would get so deep? Like how would I actually react if that happened to me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Sometimes this feels almost like we’re not pretending,” Seungmin murmurs, a strained laugh escaping his throat, a mask for the change in his tone. 

You’re not sure what you want to say, but it feels like you should say something. The moment hangs heavy in between you two, and you don’t remember how Seungmin got so close, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Seungmin, I–” 

“You had a piece of hair in your face,” he responds, straightening up to stretch his arms. “It’s late, want me to grab you an americano?”

Shaking your head, you manage to muster up a weak response, telling him to go ahead without you. He nods slightly, before throwing his jacket on and slipping out the door, leaving you alone.

An unsettling dilemma dawns on you – this was supposed to be an act, but why did it feel so real?

“You know,” Jeongin’s loud chewing echoes in the dining hall, Seungmin bristling as he watches his friend stuff five french fries into his mouth at once. “I should revoke your roommate privileges for this stunt you pulled. I thought you were grumpy before, but breaking up with ____ has taken it to a whole new level.”

Seungmin scowls, cursing under his breath at Jeongin. Yanking his headphones out of his ears, the lamenting tune of These Days by Wallows cuts off abruptly. 

Outside the rain patters, echoing his stormy emotions. Over the course of the past week, his mood had felt like he was on the world’s most nausea-inducing roller coaster ride. The highs were the times he got to spend with you in the studio, cracking jokes and watching your eyes shine as the two of you came up with the next devious plot for the show. The lows were the knot in his stomach every time someone would call in with a question that hit a little too hard.

After this week, he was glad the show would end, and maybe you guys could go back to the way things were before. That easy, comfortable dynamic that always existed between you two.

“Bullshit,” Jeongin sees the way his eyes zone out, like he can read Seungmin’s mind. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking and it’s absolute bullshit. You’re in too deep, hyung.”

“I’ll fucking punch you,” Seungmin hisses. “What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just spill to ___ that this isn’t some game for me? That my feelings are real? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hyung–”

A gasp echoes from behind him, and Seungmin turns to see you behind him. Your lip trembles, and you lock eyes with him, a tear escaping the corner before you’re turning on your heels, running out of the dining hall. 

Seungmin stands there, frozen with the weight of what he’d just confessed, heart sinking to his shoes. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp jab to his arm, Jeongin’s fist colliding with it.

“What are you waiting for? Run!”

The rain pelts the back of Seungmin’s neck as he runs, indifferent to the fact that he’s probably soaked to the bone, slipping and sliding along the cobblestone. He can make out your figure storming ahead furiously, like you can’t get away fast enough, and he speeds up, panic in his voice.

“___, wait! Please stop.”

His voice turns hoarse from all the yelling, and he’s about to give up, turn back in defeat (and go sock Jeongin cry into his friend’s shoulder), when you stop under a streetlight, your figure slumping. 

Seungmin is by your side in moments, not caring that he takes your hands in his, blowing on them to give you warmth.

“Y-you d-don’t even h-have an umbrella, w-what were y-you thinking?” he chatters, and he watches your lips turn up in a smile. But your eyes remain downcast.

“What about you?” you whisper, and Seungmin cocks his head, looking at you in confusion.

“I left my jacket in the dining hall with Jeongin—”

“No Seungmin, I mean what about you?” your voice croaks desperately. 

Seungmin takes a deep breath. There was no use in pretending anymore.

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do,” he chokes out.

You take his hands in yours and Seungmin feels dizzy. The cold rain no longer bothers him, warmth filling his veins from the inside out.

“You think?” you sniffle.

“I know. I know I’ve been in love with you, since the day you walked into the studio and pitched your ideas for five-star dorm meals.”

“I really like your hands,” you blurt out, and Seungmin’s eyes widen in shock. That was not the response you’d been expecting.

“They’re warm when mine are always cold, I like the way they look when they’re holding a pencil, or when you bring me a cup of coffee. I like your voice too – the way you sing along to Day6 when you think no one is listening, or your annoying little laugh–”

“It is not annoying–”

You press a finger to his lips, and Seungmin thinks he might just evaporate. 

“Not now, Min. I’m trying to say something here. What I’m trying to say is that if there’s anything this whole week has taught me, it’s how much I like you. How much I want to have those crappy problems that everyone complains about with you, how much I want to celebrate birthdays with you, and anniversaries with you, and how I think I might collapse inside if I ever saw you with someone else—”

It’s Seungmin’s turn to interrupt you now,  cold lips colliding with yours, the initial shock replaced with heat. Your hands burrow into his hair and he draws you closer, hands weaving around your waist. The startled, frantic sounds of your breathing did nothing to help the pounding of his heart, and he wonders if you can hear it too. 

In this moment, Seungmin never wants to let go, holding you steady against him even when you part, your breath fanning in the cold air. 

“I just, I, needed to be honest. No more pretending.”

“No more pretending,” he smiles against your lips, nudging his nose against yours.

The wet slap of shoes against the pavement interrupts you both, turning to see the Jeongin behind you, Seungmin’s jacket in his arms. He takes in the sight of you two wrapped around each other, a smug grin lighting up his entire face.

“Hell yeah! It worked!”

“___ and Seungmin signing off, this is Tune in For Love on The Sound FM, and we’ve loved having you this week!”

The air in the studio buzzes with a different kind of excitement – the dreamy notes of Hypnotized by The Weston Estate filling up the room.

“Before we go, we have something to share with you–” your voice wobbles, and Seungmin reaches out immediately, squeezing your hand.

“Please send your email petitions in so our show doesn’t get canceled, but we’ve been faking it this whole time. We’re not actually exes.”

You can almost hear the collective gasp across campus, the soundboard going crazy as it lights up with calls.

“We are, as of yesterday, the happiest, and newest–, couple on campus,” Seungmin beams, his pride echoing through the mic and your heart lurches at how right it feels to be his.

You hit the answer button, the lines flooding with congratulations and well-wishes to the news.

“Congrats!” Ningning’s voice echoes. “I always thought you were the cutest together.”

“You make me want to find someone of my own now,” Joshua says in the background, and the studio fills with you and Seungmin’s laughter.

When the last call goes through, Jeongin gives you both a thumbs up, shutting off the soundboard. 

You turn to Seungmin, heart racing. 

“I can’t believe we actually did this,” he says,  half-laughing.

“Me neither,” you reply, a soft smile on his lips. “But I’m really glad we did. It feels… right, you know?”

“Thanks for being part of this with us,” he echoes through the airwaves, his voice sincere. “We’re excited to see what’s next—together. And while the show may be over, we hope you’ll still tune in for love every single week — no matter the topic.”

“Next – how to cook a five star meal worthy of any restaurant using just your dorm microwave…”

a/n pt. 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[letsbangts]

to my love || jjk

⤷ summary: when you pen a letter to a beautiful love let go

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 0.5k

⟶ genre: angst, fluff?, exes au, break up au

⟶ warnings: none

↬ a/n: again a very old piece I polished up, here is a very short drabble. as always hope you enjoy & let me know what you think! angel xoxo

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To my love,

Everything I am about to say does not mean I want us to get back together. We still would not work; I am moving too many miles away from you. This letter is just me bringing up the past, all the memories of you that remain with me.

Huh. Where do I even begin? I will start with one of the things I appreciate the most about you. You never missed a single day to tell me that you loved me, from the moment we woke in the morning to before we went to sleep at night, you told me. I just wanted to let you know I remember that.

The way your round, dark brown, sparkly eyes looked at me. They always stared back at me with admiration, interest and love. When your sweet voice called out to me, sang me to sleep, and even just rang out a small laugh to light a spark in my day.

I know memories of me and us have probably just become something of the past. You most likely already moved on from those moments. Whatever I saw and experienced is all to be left alone now. But I wanted to let you know how much they meant to me, how much you meant to me.

Without missing a single moment, you always thought of me first.

Whether it was making sure I did not leave the house without a sweater because you knew I always get cold at night. Or how you would hold onto my hand so you would not lose me in the crowd because I have a terrible sense of direction. The way you looked to see if I was wearing my seatbelt before you put on your own. Or how you made sure my first time was perfect.

Even when things were not your fault, you said sorry, like when the ice cream parlour we went to was out of my favourite flavour. There was no way it could have been your fault, but you still apologized the whole way home.

Thank you, I remember that.

You were beautiful.

Everything just- everything about you to me was just-

You were beautiful. You left the feeling of not wanting anything more. The moments that only you gave me. From the thoughtless pillow talk, the inside jokes that sent us into a childlike glee, to the earnest pep talks to push me to my fullest.

Everything has passed, but Jungkook, you were so beautiful.

I still think of you sometimes. I heard that the choreography you created got used for a song, and it is all the talk right now. Congrats! I had wondered, “Should I call him?” There were a lot of times I thought that, but I know it’s already over.

No matter how much I want you, you are just a movie of the past, a beautiful motion picture that has already ended. I know that.

Even the last time your round, dark brown sparkly eyes looked at me filled with tears and your angelic voice, the one that heartbrokenly said, “Goodbye, take care”.  

You were beautiful to me even then.  

The moments I had with you, everything has passed.

But we were so beautiful.

Love, Y/N

[yodatzutzu]

i need somebody

(aespa Winter x Male Reader) ❄️pairing: Cheater! Idol! Winter x Cheated! Idol! Male Reader ❄️genre: angst ❄️w/c: 762 words ❄️warning: not proofread, some grammar mistakes maybe ❄️tags: lovers, betrayal, cheating occured ❄️a/n: Hello, this is Tzu! It's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction, I'm also new to Tumblr, so the formatting might be dank lol. This is just a short drabble I did, and hopefully I can make this into a series to show Y/N's past with Winter and how the heartbreak occurred. I suggest playing the song while you read to get into the feels, you know? :>

A melodic whistle was heard throughout the stadium as the lights slowly faded in a tone Winter was very familiar with, the spotlight focused on Y/N highlighting his sky blue guitar with a snowflake brooch pinned on the strap. The light then highlighted each member of the band. Y/N walked towards his microphone and started to sing his verse.

Hello geogi

Nugu eopsna

Where is

Y/N sang his lines with calmness and a pang of sadness, while strumming his guitar slowly to play the notes while closing his eyes trying to focus on their performance.

Naege daedap hana

Haejul nugunga

Is anyone there?

Y/N opens his eyes and scans the audience while slowly singing, his caramel eyes stopping at her. The same eyes he loved staring at, now gazes back at him with sadness and regret.

Sarajyeo jeomjeom sori eopsi

Naegeseo amu iyu eopsi

Hoksina jeonbuda chakgagin geonji

Kkumsogeseo seoroga seororeul boneun geonji

As Wonpil sings his part of the song, memories flashes through Winter’s mind playing back her mistakes and stupid decisions which caused her to be unfaithful to the one she truly loved.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Y/N continued to play his guitar even though a deep frown muzzles his face, reminiscing about his experiences on why he wrote this song while Young K sang the chorus beautifully.

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N continued the second part of the chorus while closing his eyes against the memories that flooded in because of Winter’s gaze. Slowly tears pooled in his eyes while he continued to sing melodically for the audience.

Hello amudo eopsnayo

Nareul badajul sarameun yeogi

Is anyone here?

Dagawa naege sori eopsi

Jabajwo amu iyu eopsi

Y/N sang his verse, the melody of his voice enchanting the whole stadium. Y/N’s voice is laced with sadness. Then Y/N whistled the familiar tone once again, that joyful tone that Winter taught him when they were trainees.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Young K and Sungjin harmonized through the chorus, their words flowing like a gentle stream making the audience in the stadium feel the raw emotions the song is conveying.

Ye chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Nae meorissoge ullineun siren

Hwaksilhi igeon anin deut hae

Chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Oh now I got to do something

All of Day6 then sang in unison while expertly playing their instruments. Wonpil and Young K are glancing at Y/N, knowing this song hits hard for him. Dowoon and Sungjin smile, offering support for their maknae. After Wonpil’s line, the bass and guitar faded out. Only the keyboard and drums remained.

Y/N let go of his guitar letting it hang on his body loosely and grasped the microphone tightly preparing to sing the last chorus of the song.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

He let himself feel all the emotions he bottled up over the last few months. The copious amount of emotions he’d let fester within him exploded as he belted out the lyrics. He traced the outline of the snowflake brooch on his guitar strap, a painful reminder of the person he loved with all his heart, the one who he wanted to grow old with, the one that betrayed him.

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

He then ripped it off suddenly causing the pin to break, and shattering the snowflake. Tears distorted his vision as he sang, showering his cheeks. All the instruments came back to life as if trying to show their support to Y/N.

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N’s head hung low, his hands grasping his microphone tightly, tears streaming down his face. His throat tightened, his voice breaking before singing the last line. 

The lights then slowly fade out, and Y/N’s composure suddenly crumbles causing him to break down in tears. Winter adopted a remorseful look, turning away from the sight of Y/N crumbling down on stage, while her eyes burned with the tears that begged to be set free. The stadium applauded the band as they help Y/N walk to the backstage

She sighed deeply and shut her eyes letting the tears fall freely on her cheeks. She curses herself on why she did it, Why was she so stupid to cheat on him?

[gluion]

the perfect pair ➵ masterlist

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

general genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slow burn, slight angst, crack, fake relationships (you two pretend to be friends) sexual tension, smut aka porn with plot (just know sunwoo whines), esports team au specifically during valorant champions tour, misogynistic & sexist remarks and behaviors, drinking, pet names, bets are made, a lot of gamer lingo, one bed trope™, also probably wrong format and flow of vct but who gaf!

word count ➵ currently 10.5k words, expected to be 20-40k (sorry i cant help it + vct is pretty long)

playlist ➵ yuck by charli xcx // stop talking by day6 // constant repeat by charli xcx // happier than ever by billie eilish // take a hint by victoria justice & elizabeth gillies // jealous by nick jonas // useless by omar apollo // somebody else by the 1975 // and july by dean fy. heize // talk by beabadoobee // teeth by 5sos // motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat // i wanna be your slave by måneskin // cologne by beabadoobee // a little death by the neighbourhood // the perfect pair by beabadoobee // babydoll by dominic fike // bet u wanna by sabrina carpenter// not in the same way by 5sos // just friends by keshi // sugar by men i trust // disaster by conan grey // shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t by niki // it’s you by zayn // die for you by the weeknd ft. ariana grande // flash forward by le sserafim // plot twist by niki

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub @stealanity @wooluv09 @deobi0412 @untilsunset @hiefisch @blue-rainydays @maessseongs @wonuroyal @sunkitti

a/n ➵ i made this masterlist post because i dont think tumblr will be able to handle all the parts i need to pump out :’) my headcanon of sunwoo being a shit gamer will forever live, but i’ll make an exception for this story <3 major shoutout to @shegotthewoobies for guiding me throughout the process <3 lots of love always to my val duo for life! do reblog and leave feedback!

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

guides

➵ the guide: “welcome to valorant.”

your official guide to “the perfect pair” universe, from gaming lingo all the way to vct timeline

➵ the players: “wáchale güey, my crew is coming through.”

your official guide to the main characters of “the perfect pair” universe

official parts

➵ one: “ew, is that sunwoo over there? 저리 꺼져.”

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

➵ two: “okay kids, we’ve got company. pretend you all get along.”

➵ three: “sunwoo, we are the perfect pair.”

extras/drabbles

number and names of chapters are subject to change!

[skz-sage]

please could we see some cute fun moments with the members doing karaoke or something? Maybe like insp by when Jeongin sang heartbeat by 2pm because that's a song we've seen him do at karaoke a few times. Maybe there's a song sage always picks too? Or like she hits a high note in a song they haven't heard her do before so they're all proud of her and praise her or something? :)

a/n : this is soooo long ago so my apologies for just now getting to this. im noticing just how busy i get because of how much i don’t post. i hope you missed the introverted, mysterious woman that is sage 🖤

family time | s.mj + skz • drabble

Sage is not much of a singer. Ironic, right? She just prefers to rap more. It was until tonight when she realized how good she was. They were recording tonight for a skz-code episode at an arcade. One of Sage’s favorite places. She seriously felt like a little kid in a candy shop. In true fashion, they each received their own missions this episode. Can you guess Sage’s mission? It was “Do a high note with the karaoke machine.”

“That’s so random.” Sage laughed into the camera. “Ah, I don’t do high notes at all, really. Stay~ Please don’t be disappointed if I fail~” Sage sent a kiss to the camera before departing to go on her way.

She hit a few claw machines first, winning a few plushies. (thanks to her bf hyunjin) She was over the moon happy! Now was time for her mission. Once she realized the karaoke booth was empty, she walked in, waving at the small cameras inside. She took a minute deciding what song to pick. While she was, Felix came to see what Sage was up to.

“You’re gonna sing? You never do karaoke.” Felix pointed out from behind her. “No Yongbok, i’m paying my taxes right now. I’m obviously not gonna sing.” She retorted with a smile, earning a soft punch from Felix. That’s just how they play around.

Finally, a song was picked. Boca by Dreamcatcher. Just like how Seungmin loves Day6, Sage is in love with Dreamcatcher.

Just as she starts the song, It’s like a siren attracting pirates because Minho whips his head around to the beautiful vocals that are Sage’s and he immediately made his way over to her. “Ah Miju!! Do well!!” which startled Sage a bit while singing, causing her to jump a bit and mess up a note, followed by a small laugh by herself and Felix.

So far, so good. The group around her got bigger, more members crowding around Sage. As it got close to the end of the song, Sage got slightly nervous because that’s where the high note was. But oh we’re the members in awe. She hit those notes with such elegance and perfection, realizing a talent she didn’t know she had. As the song closed out, all the members cheered at her new talent while Sage stood there dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe herself. Soon that expression formed into a smile, her members giving her praise.

“Miju, you did do good!!” Chan chimed.

“I thought you were good for nothing, but still, good job!” Seungmin laughed, Sage turning around to sock him right in the mouth causing Seungmin to run away.

She wouldn’t trade these boys for anything else in the world…. well if you handed her a calico critters playset, she’ll happily give them away!

[p3achyt3acak3]

Introduction~

Hello! I'm not new to Tumblr by any means, this account is new, however. I have another account on here that I can't remember the password to, so I just created a new one specifically for K-Pop content of all shapes and sizes, genres, and tags!

I always do these on any social media platform I own, so if you're curious as to who I am, then feel free to proceed further 🤓

First thing's first, I go by Peachy, or Peach, doesn't matter which one, I respond to both! 🌻 There's a story tied into why that's my particular online persona, but if I were to explain, then we'd be here for hours on end and I'm sure you all just want a quick introduction, not a five page essay 😂

I'm 23 years old, almost 24. My birthday is on the 27th of April. ���️

I'm autistic, and I'm proud of that fact because it actually helps me with what I write in a way. I can be very descriptive and tend to overexplain, but I feel like that's what gives my fics, blurbs, and drabbles, life~!🧡

I Stan a lot of K-Pop groups, mainly Stray Kids and Ateez, but I also like a bunch of other groups, both boy groups and girl groups.

A list of groups I Stan: (Some may not be active anymore)

Boy Groups-

Stray Kids

Ateez

BTS

Day6

Big Bang

TXT

Seventeen

XLOV

Shinee

2PM

BTOB

Plave

Girl Groups-

Twice

Itzy

Aespa

StayC

NMIXX

NiziU

BabyMonster

I may or may not add more to the list, I'm still exploring and broadening my horizons when it comes to K-Pop and shtuff. 🙌❤️

Please feel free to request anything. I really only write for Ateez and Stray Kids at the moment, but later on down the road, that may change. THERE WILL BE THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE.

I will make a list of things I will not write, but at a later time. It will be on a separate post that will be linked here when I get around to it.

For the most part, I will write anything and everything. That includes ships and the like. Members X Reader(fem or male, genderfluid or genderless)

My request box will stay open until I feel overwhelmed or need to catch up on requests in general! ✨️

I'd prefer if there were no minors on my page, because I will be writing smut and NSFW, so if you're a minor or ageless blog, you will be blocked from my page. I'm not encouraging it, but if you decide not to respect my wishes, at least do it quietly.

End Introduction~

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[xinganhao]

ⓘ frequently asked questions.

put together a quick list of common asks i get, just to make things easier ✉️ my tag for answered asks is #── ᵎᵎ ✦ inbox. last updated: feb. 8, 2025.

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i primarily use social maker; secondarily, social dummy. unfortunately, both apps are no longer on the app/play store. :( i've seen people use memi message as an alternative for texts + twinote for sns.

how do you do the instagram stories?

i go in depth on it here. the general gist is that i make a highlight on instagram -> rename the highlight to the 'username' i want -> add to the highlight & screenshot from there.

how do i read all of your work?

my masterlist is in my pinned tweet, but you can also check out the #── ᵎᵎ ✦ mine tag to scroll through my work without my answered asks, yapping, etc.

do you do taglists?

as of last update, no, i do not have a permanent taglist.

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i indicate on my pinned post whether requests are open or not. as i've mentioned in my guidelines, i don't consider requests sent while the requesting period is closed.

what types of requests are ok?

🟢 fluff, angst, crack/humor. established relationships, platonic relationships/friendships, poly relationships. a range of au's including non-idol, idol!reader, etc. boyfriend!svt, brother!svt, husband!svt. reqs based on songs, media (i.e. movies, series), tropes, or prompts. 🟡 smut/suggestive (can be difficult to translate in this format). cheating/infidelity, emotional hurt/comfort, themes of grief. reqs based on another author's body of work (unless they've explicitly stated they are okay with remixes/spin-offs). 🔴 abuse, age gaps, character death, emotional manipulation, gender swap, sa/sh/ed, terminal illnesses, yandere. reqs based on a different user's smau/text imagines.

why haven't you answered my ask for a certain request?

i'm still slowly but surely working through my inbox. sometimes, i'll time/schedule a release, which is why i may keep an ask as i consider how to execute it. i'm never intentionally unresponsive; there's just a lot of asks to work through and, again, i sometimes like to bide my time to ensure the quality of my work. there are also times where i simply do not have the inspiration for a certain request. i sometimes still keep an ask, just in case i might be inspired at a later date/time. otherwise, i make no promises on the fulfillment of any requests/prompts sent my way.

will [insert verse] have a part two?

sequels to any verse is always subject to inspiration. i don't mind getting asks/comments like this, if only because it gives me some idea of what people might want to see more of! but please understand that━ for the most part━ each piece of work should be able to stand on its own, unless otherwise stated.

can you give us more headcanons/drabbles for [insert verse]?

gladly! it's sometimes easier for me to come up with brief headcanons or drabbles for my work, and i love, love, love talking about most verses. if you have any questions or clarifications, my inbox is always open. i'm usually more open to these than making a full second 'part'.

what are your favorite tropes/alternate universes?

second chance romance/exes to lovers, enemies/rivals to lovers, first loves, slowburn, idiots in love. aus: soulmates, dystopias, college/university, sports, entertainment industry.

why don't you follow back?

xinganhao is a sideblog to @studioeisa.

are you filipino?

🫡 so feel free to interact with me in fil/eng! hehe.

who are your bias/es?

i ult hao (surprise, surprise), but my bias line includes vernon, jihoon, and soonyoung.

what other groups do you stan?

stray kids is my ult. i also follow day6, tomorrow x together, xdinary heroes, the boyz, and p1harmony. fun fact: i got into k-pop via yook sungjae of btob! (•ᴗ•,, )