#astro angst

[chau0kun]

I luv them <3

[kpoptrashlord-007]

I'm writing again, y'all ♡ I'll be posting in... August? Maybe. Definitely September! Got a ton to edit (over 35k in one-shots from my last count and I haven't typed them all yet 😅) from before this latest hiatus, as well. But I'm only taking two classes this summer so I've got time to burn and I plan on getting a lot written for October!

I saw the Kyungsoo request in my inbox and I'll post that for sure soon! It's not too long so it shouldn't take much to finish up and edit. It was a little difficult for me to get into the flow of that one so hopefully it's good 🤞

I can't even tag everything I have ready to go because there's just so much lmfao I should've posted it for Kinktober last year but 😭 even if I don't write anything else this summer, I WILL be posting my backlog.

ANYWAY

new content soon :)

[mangishiii]

Hey guys it’s been a while right? , I was About to post a double update for

„ Watch your back“

since I’ve kept you guys waiting for a long time and I’m truly sorry for that

But since the news came out that our Beloved

Moon- bin a fellow member of the amazing group called Astro has passed away today , I’d like to not post anything for two days out of respect 🕊️💔

I Hope you guys understand - Mangishii

[daybreakx]

➵ astro eunwoo x fem reader, established relationship, fluff.

➵ prompts: One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s + one person pouting only to have it removed by the other person.

➵ word count: 449 words.

➵ warnings: reader is the short one here, tiny bit suggestive at the end heh.

➵ a/n: dear anon who requested this, I am always looking forward to write for eunwoo so thank you for sending this in! I hope you like it♡

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated, so please, let me know what you think, and share my work if you enjoy it!🥺♡

“Okay, what do you think of this one?” You asked loudly, even before stepping out of the changing room.

Eunwoo chuckled, locking his phone to able to pay his full attention to you. “Baby, I think I need to see it to voice an opinion.”

“Coming!” you waddled out of the changing room, careful no to step on the dress and trip. A rich blue that embraced your body from the upper part and pooled at your legs, with beautiful silver details around the cleavage. “So, what do you think?”

Eunwoo had seen you try at least a dozen dresses before that one. Each a different shape, but the same color, per your friend’s instance on having every girl at her wedding wearing that shade of blue. He had beamed and complimented you on each one but you always found a flaw on each of them.

“I think you look gorgeous,” he said with honesty, resting his chin on top of his hand as he glanced at you dreamily. “You are gorgeous.”

“You’ve said that twenty times already,” you replied with pretend annoyance. It actually meant a lot every single time he complimented you, even if he did twenty times in the span of forty minutes. “But what do you think of the dress?”

“I like the dress. It looks great on you, because it’s you,” Eunwoo got up from his seat and walked towards you on two long strides. “You could wear a potato sack and still look amazing.”

You snorted looking up at him as he stood in front of you. “If you say so,”

“I’m right,” he nodded, reaching for the fabric by your waist. “I think this is my favorite one, anyway.”

“Mine too,” you agreed, reaching for his hand and scrunching your nose when you glanced at all the extra fabric pooling by your feet. “I’ll need to have it fixed.”

Eunwoo let out an airy laugh at your statement.

“What?” you pouted looking up at him again, “Are you making fun of me for being short?”

Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Of course not,” he chuckled once again, eyes gleaming with mischief as he saw you stand on your tiptoes. “You're just adorable.” Leaning down, Eunwoo smiled once again as your face was mere millimeters away from his before placing a kiss on your still pouting lips. One, two, three times until you finally smiled and the pout went away. 

“I’ll keep this dress then,” you beamed, biting your lower lip with excitement.

“Do you need help taking it off?” this time his smile was cheeky, his fingers burying in the fabric again. 

Well, that definitely meant this was the right dress.

[theastralcalamity]

"..."

"Why do I miss them?"

"Why do I miss spending time with them?"

"..."

"I no longer associate with Marudeva..."

[seokmattchuus]

Sober - Optional Bias

A/n: I don’t know what this is but like, here you go. Not sure if I proofread this well enough, I be stressed out.

You had a love-hate relationship with drinking. You usually only did it when you were stressed, but you hated how you could never shut the fuck up once you started rambling.

“Please~ I wanna stay~~” You whined over the music as you held onto his arm, your eyes trying their best to muster a pleading look.

“Y/n, you really don’t need any more drinks.” He sighed, taking your arms in his as he tried to pull you with him. 

“Why not~” You pouted up at him, batting your lashes in an attempt to get him to change his mind. 

“Because I’m in charge of you and if you have one more drink, guess whose problem you’re going to be?” He smiled sweetly at you, a direct contradiction to the words he just said. 

But the look in his eyes had you complying. How could you say ‘no’ when he smiled at you like that.

“And what do I get if I agree?” You challenged, still pouting, but you weren’t really that upset. As long as you left together, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’ll buy you hangover soup in the morning. Just the way you like it.” He laughed lightly as your eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Now, c'mon," He paused as he fixed his hold on you to keep you up. "Let's get you in the car."

-

The drive home had you wishing you hadn't had more than five drinks. Was the road always this bumpy? Were there always this many turns?

"Slow down," You whined, a small gag following the statement.

"We're not even in the car." He laughed lightly. "You fell asleep after a while and when we got here, you wouldn't wake up, so I carried you to your bed."

Through your drunken haze, you didn't believe him. Your arms reached out, patting around you and feeling the softness of your blankets.

"If you're feeling dizzy, though, you're probably gonna puke." He pointed out. "Would you like the restroom, or a trash can?"

"I'm not gonna puke." You mumbled a protest. "I just wanna sleep."

"And if you puke in your sleep?" He raised a brow.

"I'm not~" You whined. "If I was gonna puke, I wouldn't feel so cold." You stated matter-of-factly.

"Fine." He reluctantly gave in. "But you need to let me know if you feel like throwing up, okay?" He said softly. "I'll be in the living room, just call out."

"Or you could stay here, just in case I can't call out in time." Your voice was low, your previous sleepiness coming back.

“Yeah, yeah,” He smiled down at you as he tucked you in. "We both know you're just too lazy." He shook his head as he shifted back, but your arm came out to grab at his before he could get up.

“I meant it,” You mumbled, your voice soft. “Stay.” You tugged him towards you, the scent of his cologne making you want nothing more than to snuggle into him.

You meant it more than him being on simple puke-watch. It was the first time he'd stayed over in a while, and you wanted to make the best of it. Even if it meant pretending you couldn't remember it that well tomorrow.

He didn't pull away and you took the chance to pull him down next to you, your arms sneaking around his waist in the way you always wanted to.

His fists clenched at his side as your arms wrapped around him. Why were you making this so hard for him? Why couldn’t you just go to sleep?

“At least stay until I fall asleep.” You pouted, realizing you were probably making him uncomfortable.

It took everything in him to not say what he really wanted to. How he'd stay all night if it meant he got to wake up with your head on his chest. Instead, he placed a hand in your hair, slightly scratching it, and giving you a small 'hm' in agreement.

To him, you would never see him the way he saw you. You would never say this if you weren’t drunk. He’d be taking advantage if he stayed but he didn’t have the heart to tell you ‘no’.

And to you, he would never see you the way you saw him. Your petty excuses to spend time with him were running out. He'd see through it eventually, but you really couldn't help it.

“I’ll stay on the couch after you fall asleep, okay?” He was lying and he knew it. In the morning, he'd pretend he had fallen asleep while waiting.

His voice calmed you as he finally settled into your hold, his free arm wrapping around you in hopes of locking the memory in.

The way your hands laid on his chest made you feel at home. Be it your drunken self getting cozy or the way he actually felt comfortable, you hummed to yourself in delight.

And he couldn't be happier with you wanting him to stay. How your fist closed lightly, trapping his shirt in your hold. He felt brave enough to pull you closer, his head leaning down to place itself on top of yours.

Maybe it wasn’t how you wanted it to happen, and maybe he'd never speak up, but he felt more comfortable with the thought of doing so as you snuggled into him. He closed his eyes, a single thought repeating in his head to tell himself he wasn't going crazy.

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

[littlesunnypepper]

Rooted🥀

//

contains: hanahaki < a disease that makes one cough up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love >

+ blood and mention/s of death

word count: nonexistent

a/n: this had been in my drafts for so long, finally it had seen the light of day! this was actually my first written work but it's only lately i finally decided on a muse. my second fanfic, at last. not requested, totally self-indulgent. masterlist on the works.

//

You stared at the mint colored petal wrapped in scarlet. You were stupid. Still am stupid. But how do you stop?

It was pretty cliche how you fell for him. He was your protector, your sunlight, and your shoulder to cry on. You were bestfriends for as long as you could remember and it didn't even sink in to you that you started developing more than friendly feelings for him.

Until one day you started coughing up petals.

You had initially denied it was him, so afraid to cross the invisible line of friendship and romance. But every petal you held in your hands were this beautiful pale mint color, his favorite color ever since you were kids. It was even more stupid to deny it for longer.

In passing, you had heard about this disease. You had felt pity for the others who were not so lucky to have their love reciprocated. You had brushed it off, laughed it off, proclaiming you won't be as stupid as to fall for someone who won't love you back. What happened to that confident woman now? Is she still laughing?

Maybe. But now she's laughing at you.

You mentally slapped yourself from your reverie. You flushed the mint colored petals and hoped for your predicament to get better. Maybe it won't but what else do you have to lose?

Besides, today is special. He had asked to meet today. He wanted to show off this quaint coffee shop he found and you couldn't refuse his invitation. More like, he wouldn't let you. He kept begging you for days, looking at you with those puppy eyes of his so how could you say no.

//

He was already waiting for you once you got to your meeting place. He was fidgeting as he always did when he was nervous. It sent a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, thinking that he may be nervous meeting you. A spark of hope lit up in you. Maybe. Just maybe...this disease would end as soon as it came.

"Hey. You came! I thought you'd ditch at the last minute." He said while flashing that smile of his which made his eyes crinkle and his dimple to show. It was enough for you to rush to the nearest bathroom and throw up the petals you had held in the moment you saw him.

His face was etched with concern as soon as you returned. He knew something was off and even the smile you gave him wasn't enough for him to let that slip.

"You know, let's do this some other time. You don't look too good. You look really sick. You should've told me earlier."

"Don't overreact. I'm fine." You lied through your teeth. "Besides, you were basically on your knees, begging to go out today."

"We can reschedule. It's fine."

And so he had his way and he started to walk you home, arm slung comfortably on your shoulder. It made you ache inside as you fought the flowers to not resurface at this moment.

"I'm sorry for spoiling today." You whispered, afraid to speak any louder in case the petals sneak and show themselves.

"It's okay. She'll understand."

"She?" You asked as you looked up at him, looking guilty like he let a big secret out.

"Uhh... Yeah. I'm actually seeing someone." He said, a blush steadily creeping in his cheeks. It made the ache you were feeling a little bit stronger as you saw that tinge of color. He was blushing. "She's important to me and I wanted you to meet her 'cause you know, you're my bestfriend."

God. How could you be so cruel.

The coughing bouts you had became uncontrollable then. Petal upon petal flew from your mouth, each coated with blood. You barely flashed a look at him but it was enough for you to see the different emotions that passed through his face.

"Who?" He whispered as he crouched beside you, all the while patting your back.

"Who else?"

"Me? Why? When?" He stood up now and he brushed his hair in frustration. He knew the repercussions of your disease. "Why? We..."

"We're bestfriends. I know. You've made that clear the first time."

"I'm sorry..." He stepped forward to hug you but this time you stepped back. You had never avoided his physical affection and now that you did, it confused him for a moment before understanding your actions. "Is there nothing I can do?"

"I never would've gotten this disease had you done the first thing you should've."

"No... No. I-I do love you. It's just..."

"Not the same. I know. I realize that." You placed a hand on your chest, hoping it would quell that incoming cough again. "I knew the consequences of my emotions. It isn't for you to bear. Just go. Please. Go."

"But..."

"GO."

You saw his back slowly turning on you. You saw him taking slow, cautious steps away from you. You felt even emptier as he left you alone. It was the right thing to do and yet the pain in your chest persisted and grew.

You didn't resist it now. The blood-stained petals came and they would eventually grow and take root until you draw your last breath.

(&)

[milkybonya]

die for you (Part II)

warnings: some angst, injury/blood mentions

summary: dating mafia!Jinjin au as a music store worker c:

part 1

this part 2 was requested by an anon! i hope you enjoy~

milky's 💌: thanks to the anon that sent me so much love just now, i was able to find the motivation to finish this >.<

it didn't take long for Jinjin to break his promise. well, thank heavens he didn't die, but he was in a near-death state. that counted as death for you.

after learning that Jinjin was in the mafia and still deciding to be his one and only, life became a whirlwind. by day, you ran your music store, by night, you tended to your tired and sometimes wounded boyfriend.

he'd come home sometimes just with his hair ruffled and looking a bit messy, other times he'd be so wounded, bloody and bruised that you'd have to hold back tears while helping him clean up. but after he was cleaned up, it was like he was just a normal boyfriend.

the two of you would cook together in the kitchen, you whining at Jinjin to go sit down since he was tired, him wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as you leaned over the sink to wash some vegetables.

"i'm not tired," he'd say in that deep voice of his, burying his face into the back of your shoulder. you could feel his lips moving from your shoulder to the nape of your neck.

the two of you would eat together under the dim lights in your dining room, cracking jokes and laughing through the night. Jinjin never shared much about his work, and you never really asked him.

before you'd sleep, he'd cuddle with you in your bed while you both watched a movie, letting you use his chest as a backrest. he'd play with your hands and kiss the top of your head every few moments as the two of you watched a movie together.

so how could you not be devastated when you sat at home and Jinjin still wasn't home by midnight? how could you be okay when you found out he was sent to the hospital along with the rest of his mafia crew?

you ran out of the house wearing mismatched shoes and a thin, loose flannel. it was cold but you felt nothing. you could've called for a taxi but that would take too long. you ran all the way to the hospital and must have looked insane when you finally arrived, panting and hobbling because of your tired legs.

"Where is Jinjin--I mean, Park Jinwoo?" you asked the receptionist. they directed you somewhere and when you were finally met with Jinjin laying on a hospital bed, your knees gave out.

you covered your mouth and tried not to sob. he was in a horrendous state, worse than you'd ever seen him. the nurse told you he had sustained a head injury and many other minor injuries. apparently he was fine, he just looked like he was in a super bad state.

it did relieve you a bit, the nurse's words, but you were still worried to death. you stayed right by Jinjin throughout the night until he could finally open his eyes. the first thing he did was smile at you and reach out to hold your hands.

"Jinjin.. stop this, please. stop working with the mafia," you begged.

"okay, my love," Jinjin croaked.

you were taken aback at his sudden agreement.

"i'll do it. i was planning on doing it anyway. today, i repaid all my debt to my mafia boss. i told him i was done with all this but he got mad and beat up me and my friends. i'm not going back, though. there's nothing he can do. my debt is paid," Jinjin explained.

"how can you be so sure they won't come back for you?"

"because my friends will cover for me," Jinjin said, reaching up to caress your face. despite being in so much pain, he wouldn't stop smiling at you.

"Jinjin... let's run away. let's leave this country so they won't find you, and let's change our names--"

"babe, we don't have to do that," Jinjin said with a laugh.

"but if it comes to it... i'll do it," you said.

"do you want to marry me then?" Jinjin suddenly asked.

when you went quiet, Jinjin laughed again.

"i'll propose to you again properly sometime later. for now, just think about it, my love."

it didn't take much thought. of course you'd marry Jinjin. him asking you this in a hospital was just too absurd for you. so absurd that you started laughing for the first time that night. Jinjin laughed long with you, almost getting you kicked out by the nurses for disrupting the hospital environment.

"they clearly don't want us here. should we just run away now?" Jinjin asked.

"no, my love. you need to heal first," you said, poking Jinjin's nose.

"then at least get in here with me," Jinjin said, patting the tiny hospital bed.

"no! they'll get so mad."

"they can't do shit. i was literally in the mafia."

"okay, big guy," you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend but still laying next to him. he pulled you close and fell asleep, and you watched over him to make sure nothing could wake him up until the morning.