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Hey everyone. I know I haven't updated in a very long while, but I want you to know that i have been writing. I have several drafts almost ready to post. However, due to the passing of our beloved puppy-cat, Moonbin, I will not be posting for a while. I'm honestly too upset to even think about proof-reading and editing the drafts.

My heart is heavy, and it feels like I lost an older brother. I'm sure anyone reading this will feel the same. And that is completely okay. So I want to say:

Mourn. Scream at the skies. Hug your posters. But most importantly, remember to fight on. Binnie would want us to find happiness; would want us to smile and laugh again. Because he's not completely gone. He's in the grass, he's in the twitter of birds, the purr of cats and the panting of dogs. He's in the shine of the sun and the paleness of the moon.

He has become a beautiful star. A star that will proudly twinkle when we look up at him. He is eternally smiling that beautiful smile of his, and doing as he pleases in a place where he is pain-free. And I could not be happier for him in that regard.

Apart from that, I've also come to find that the Astro that raised me and got me through really hard times is no more. May that Astro rest in peace, and may we find joy in the slightly different Astro. Remember to continue giving the members and Rocky as much love as you have previously. They need it now more than ever. We are their AROHA. We will always be their AROHA, just as they will always be our idols, our role-models and in a weird way, our friends.

Well, I think that's all I have to say for now. So, please accept this virtual hug *hug*  and I will see you as soon as I feel well enough to upload. If you want to find me on tumblr, it's AstrohaWritings or decaffeinatedwhispersdetective.

See you next time,

Author Astropuppycat/ Astrohawritings ♥️🫶🏼

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Someone who followed you recently

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Pinned post is a day old or so

Random posts all reblogged minutes apart

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Several alerts

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i hate how much a third monitor would improve my general workflow bc even two monitors is too much i wish i could be happy with one lmao

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

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Help, Araminta

∆ Fluff

∆ Sanha is badly injured

∆ First piece of Writing after a while (I've had exams and I've been trying to prepare for those) Apologies if it's not up to my usual standard!

∆ 1.3K words

∆ Sanha x Araminta (I gave MC a name, feel free to input your own!)

∆ I saw the prompt on Instagram originally, but it came from here!

Araminta lived in a house upon a mountain. Araminta walked with a slightly menacing stride. Araminta always made sure her face was fixed with a rather terrifying glare every time she went out, even to fetch the mail. Araminta was someone people avoided as much as they could. Araminta was someone who could make another shiver with fear by simply breathing in their direction.

Araminta was the villain.

Or so she was thought to be. The truth?

Araminta was a sweet woman with a heart of gold. She regularly took care of animals that ventured up the mountain to her home. Dogs, cats, goats, the odd horse, they were all welcomed with open arms by Araminta. But where Araminta succeeded with animals, she failed spectacularly with humans.

You see, Araminta was a lonely woman. But she preferred it that way. Since a child, she struggled with social anxiety, the thoughts of ' God, why did I do it that way' nagging at her mind every moment she was awake.

It didn't matter how long ago it'd happened, the thoughts drifted in and out as she fell asleep at night, and as she awoke in the morning's golden glow.

Which was part of the reason why, when one particularly uninteresting day,  as the sun reached the edge of the sky, far above the mountain, Araminta thought of hiding from the source of the knock on her door. But her curiosity was stronger, as was her desire to interact with another person. So she fixed her face with her usual menacing glare and yanked the door open. Within a second of opening the heavy door, she gasped, reaching an arm out to wrap around the forearm of the person standing opposite her.

'...Didn't know where to go...' The man mumbled, tilting his head up slightly to look at the woman. He hissed sharply, before mumbling again, '...Can you help me..?'

The man closed his eyes tightly, face screwed up into a grimace. One arm was wrapped around his mid-section, as one would if they had a horrid stomach ache.

Araminta lead him to the couch she had been resting on moments prior. Helping him lay down, Araminta gave him a visual once-over.

Blood, both fresh and dried stained his arms and shirt which was torn in places. Small cuts and the early signs of bruises littered the tanned skin of his cheeks. The tinges of red surrounding his left eye told Araminta that he had likely been punched in the eye and that he would have one hell of a black eye the next day. With a soft sigh, Araminta pulled his stained shirt away from his chest, peeking at the wounds underneath. She quickly prepared a cotton swab with disinfectant, lifting the material and swiping it gently over the fresh wounds. She flinched at the hisses that escaped the young man, his jaw clenched tightly and hands in fists by his sides.

'Sorry~' She mumbled, glancing at the bloodied swab for a split second before setting it to the side and preparing another one, repeating her previous actions. She then ripped open a dressing and taped it over a laceration.

Her eyes flicked back and forth from her hands to the man's face to gage his reactions. 'So, Sanha,' she began softly, moving away to place the used materials into a rubbish bag. 'What in the good heavens happened for you to be carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey?'

Sanha chuckled between short breaths, grimacing at the pain that followed the sudden change in breathing. 'Just a little fight.'

'You're one of the best fighters in the village.'  Araminta responded almost immediately. Despite her secluded living situation, she  knew of Sanha's reputation.

Before he could respond, Araminta had begun to clean the wounds on his arms, dressing the ones that needed to be dressed. Sanha could only lay still, eyes shut tightly as if it would lower the level of pain spreading across his body. After what seemed like ages for Sanha, she stepped back, wiping her hands off with a wet wipe. Setting some painkillers down beside him, she set about cleaning up, putting the kit back into its place and tying the bag off and setting it aside. 'Okay. You can rest here for a bit. Do you plan to go back down the mountain this evening, or will you stay here?'

Sanha groaned softly, exhaling his answer. 'Can I stay tonight? I'd rather not aggravate my injuries again.'

Araminta nodded. 'I'll call the village and let them know you're here.' She picked up the bag and left the room, putting it by the back door and fetching a glass of water for Sanha.  She set it down beside him, heading for the landline on a side table nearby. She sat down, punching in the number of the village's office.

'Hello, Mayor Lin's office. This is Mindy speaking, how may I help you?' The call was answered quickly, with a secretary confidently reciting the few lines. Araminta cleared her throat.

'Hello, this is Araminta speaking,' she paused as Mindy greeted her and asked how she was. 'Good, good. Listen, I'm calling to let you know that Sanha is in my house. He was very injured, but I've treated him. I'll send him back tomorrow.' Having passed the message on, Araminta said her good-byes and hung up, sinking back into the chair. She silently watched Sanha rest, not daring to disturb the quiet that had descended upon the room. For a moment, she thought he'd drifted off when..

'Araminta?' Came Sanha's deep voice. 'Are you still there?'

'Yeah,' She answered, shifting in her chair, leather creaking under her weight.

'Thank you. I was a little worried about annoying you, but I knew I wouldn't be able to make it home.'

'You're not annoying me. How come you were fighting up here? And why, if I may ask.'

'We didn't want to fight in the village. We'd get in trouble, I guess?' Sanha mumbled. 'And it wasn't anything much. This guy was just being disrespectful. I had enough.'

'Hm.' Came Araminta's reply. Silence settled over them again, and soon both fell asleep where they were.

Sanha awoke the next morning, to the almost blinding sunlight reflecting off the snow and into the living room. Araminta was in the kitchen, fixing something for Sanha to eat when he woke up. She walked back in, smiling faintly as she noticed he was awake.

Setting a plate down, she moved to sit down again. 'I've already eaten,' She spoke, almost sensing his concerns before he raised them.  'Eat up; I'm going to take you down to the village soon. It would help if you got your wounds properly treated.' Sanha nodded, doing as she said.

It wasn't long before Sanha was hobbling down the worn path bordered by lights, leaning heavily on Araminta's shoulder. She gently held his hand in one of hers, staring at the ground ahead, scanning for any dangers. The trip passed quickly, with no events and eventually, the voices of those living in the village filtered up the mountain. A few people were standing by the entrance to the path, chatting idly between them.

'Sanha!' One called, and Araminta recognised him as Junha, Sanha's older brother and an nurse in the hospital. She shifted Sanha's weight onto Junha's shoulder and smiled faintly, waving to him before turning to begin her trek back up the mountain. Sanha looked back, starting to say something, then deciding against it. As the two moved in separate directions, both knew that it would likely be a while before they met again, though it wasn't for lack of trying - well, on Sanha's part anyway. He knew that as soon as he was released from the ward, he'd trek up the mountain if only to tell Araminta that he was okay; to show how quickly he had healed.

With that in mind, he sped up his hobbled pace, wanting to get to the ward quicker, so that he could leave quicker. He knew that it wouldn't happen like that, but he didn't much care.

He had found that the villain wasn't so bad, and he wanted to know more. And, perhaps, one day, the rest of the village would know too.

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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

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It's been 15 years since one of the best scenes of Doctor Who 😭😭

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Treating You Right

❖ SF9, Dawon x gn reader

❖ drabble/oneshot, fluff

❖ wc: 563

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On Valentine’s Day, Dawon spent the entire day treating you like a Queen. Which, in his eyes, you are. He woke you up with breakfast in bed, sitting beside you and chatting with you while you ate. He then told you to get ready for the day and to wear something comfortable.

When you left your home, he drove you to your first destination - a cute spa for a massage to start your day. And not just a regular massage - a couple’s massage. The tables were close enough together that Dawon could reach out and poke at your hand, which was dangling off the table. He would thread your fingers together, slightly squeezing when a knot in his muscle was getting worked out. You turned your head and giggled at his dramatic facial expressions, which he hammed up to make you laugh.

After your massages, he led you to the front of the spa and said he would treat you to a manicure and pedicure if you wanted…and you weren’t going to pass that up. He watched as you chatted with the staff around you, enjoying your time getting pampered. He smiled softly, happy he could take this time and treat you.

When you leave the spa, Dawon brings you to some of your favorite stores, giving you free rein to browse while he follows along behind you. The whole time, Dawon is encouraging you to try things on and secretly grabbing items that you loved but passed over. After leaving several stores with what you thought was entirely too many bags, but Dawon insisted wasn’t enough, you placed all the bags in the car before Dawon led you to one of your favorite restaurants. You sat at your favorite table, enjoying each other’s company over a good meal.

After lunch, the two of you take a short drive to one of your favorite places. It was where you had met up a lot before you were dating, and was actually where your first date started -  a local garden that seemed to always be in bloom. You take your time walking through the rows of blooming flora, Dawon stopping every few feet to take your photos among the flowers. Soon it became a whole photoshoot for the two of you, several people passing by stopping to ask if you wanted them to take your photo together.

You don’t realize so much time has passed, but the sun is beginning to set when you and Dawon leave the garden. He drives you both home, holding your hand and circling his thumb along the back of your hand. When you arrive home, you both grab your bags and bring them inside. You both head to the bedroom, to start putting everything away and to change into your comfy clothes (Dawon insists). Once you’re changed and before anything can be put away, Dawon grabs your hand and drags you downstairs. He sits you down on the couch just as the doorbell rings, and he signals that you should stay put while he answers the door. He comes back into the room with your favorite take out, and you sit on the couch together, eating and laughing.

This is a Valentine’s day you will always remember because you’re boyfriend made you feel loved and treasured all day long, and that was all you could ask for.

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I have your heart (part two)

∆ Fluff

∆ Reader struggling to breath

∆ 1K words

∆ Moonbin x Reader

Plot/prompt; See here

You woke to a tight pain in your chest, as though someone was squeezing it as tight as they could. You could feel each molecule of air entering and exiting your body but none seemed to move into your body. Glancing to the side, you noticed Bin wasn't there, but the messy blanket and the remnants of his scent that lingered in the air told you that he wasn't gone for too long. Wanting to alert him, you reached painfully toward the remote for the tv still playing softly.

Wrapping your fingers around it, you gathered what strength you could and threw it in a direction, hoping it makes a noise loud enough to catch Bin's attention.

A moment of painful and unsettling silence later, you groaned. 'Idiot..' You grumbled, clutching your chest tightly. Closing your eyes you waited for the darkness to overtake you. But after an unknown length of time, you found that no matter how you gasped, how you clutched your chest, how you wished for this choking feeling to end, you still gasped for air. Then it ended. Well, it calmed down. You could feel air moving slowly into your lungs. The sound of the front door caught your attention and the sound of bags being set down filled the almost silent house. As you caught your breath, Moonbin entered the room, shaking his arms off.

Noticing you still resting your hand on your chest and breathing deeply, panic-filled his being. 'Y/N? What happened? Are you alright?'

Sending him what felt like a glare, you sigh once again, speaking breathlessly. 'Where in the hell were you?' Moonbin flicked his head in the direction he'd just come from. 'I needed to run down to the shop. I wanted to make sure I had food.'

'Remember what the..people..told you? If you leave, it will affect me. And apparently, the ''effect'' is me not being able to breathe,' Bin's eyes widened in realisation. 'So, next time wake me, okay?' Bin nods, setting the bags in his hands on the kitchen counter. 'Sorry,' he muttered from where he was half inside the fridge.

You sighed, settling back into the soft material behind you and shutting your eyes. You soon felt yourself slipping away from consciousness and into dreamland. Bin had finished unpacking the items he'd bought, watching you from the kitchen like a first-time father watching his child sleep. He folded up the bags into small squares.

Eventually, he turned to put the bags under the sink, ready to be used the next time he needed them. He began to clean up the living room, going his best to not disturb your rest, feeling horrible about scaring you. He honestly hadn't realised that something like that could happen. He switched the tv off and moved to his bedroom, laying on top of his blankets.

Bin scrolled through his phone, trying to keep his boredom at bay.

He rolled onto his side, still running his finger along his screen and lazily flicking his eyes along the writing on his screen. Because his back was to the door, he didn't notice you wake up nor did he realise you were watching him - or rather, his back - silently. Though you still felt annoyed at Bin for signing you up for this without asking, you couldn't help but feel a slight fondness toward the man even so. He hadn't seemed to have changed since a child, and that was something you liked about him - that he had managed to keep his childlike curiosity and his caring personality.

Trying not to catch his attention, you turned and padded back over to the couch, sitting down and trying to fall asleep again, having satisfied your curiosity as to where he had gone. However, you couldn't fall asleep this time. Feeling as though something was missing. Shifting so that you could see over the couch, you looked toward Bin's room. You could hear him shift on his bed, the soft sound travelling through the silence in the house. You laid back down, not wanting to give in; though you could guess you'd end up doing it anyway.

Bin left his room to do something, and you got up, racing across the living room and darting into his room. The scent of him invaded your nose and it comforted you somewhat. Your brain snapped into gear as you moved to climb onto his bed, freezing in midair, 'Y/N? Are you alright?' Came a soft but raspy voice from behind you.

Bin stood in the doorway, light brown eyes staring at you in interest and head tilted the slightest amount.

'Yes?' You whispered, pulling a face which conveyed your unsureness over your answer. Bin chuckled softly, gesturing to the bed with one hand, 'You can sit on the bed if you want. I don't mind,'

He walked around the bed, clambering up. He sat back against the pillows, picking his phone up again and playing on it, tapping the screen a few times. You stayed where you were, still unsure as your brain tried to make sense of the past few minutes. At some point you gave up and sat beside him, glancing at his phone. A small yawn escaped you and Bin smiled.

'Sleep if you want,' he hummed, setting his phone down and leaning forward. 'Find a pillow that comfy,'

You fluffed a few pillows, lifting one pillow to signify that you liked that one. Bin nodded, adjusting the unused pillows behind his back and resting back against them. You laid down facing him, gazing at him until you fell asleep on a yawn.

'Hm, that was quick,' Bin murmured softly, brushing a few strands of hair off your face. He felt nice that you were so comfortable that you'd fallen asleep so quickly beside him. He let you stay there the entire time, only letting out a noise when you cuddled up to his side in your sleep, nuzzling your nose into his shirt.

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Being Stupid

Rating; Angst, a bit of fluff at the end

Warnings ⚠️ ; N/A

WC; 0.6K

M/P ; Eunwoo x reader

Prompt; Here

You groaned. Yet again, Eunwoo had managed to get himself into a lot of trouble through a few words. Explaining who he was to the security and apologising, you drag a mildly annoyed Eunwoo to his car, snatching the keys from his pocket. You lock the car then lead him down the street, ignoring his protests of "Why are we leaving my car?" And "It'll get stolen! Them what will I do?"

Eventually, Eunwoo fell into silence, still trailing you. If you couldn't hear his footsteps, you'd question if he was still behind you. You navigated the streets expertly, barely flinching at the shadowy alleyways you passed. Eunwoo, however, being the easily scared man he is, felt nervous and did his best to see down each as he passed them.

Trotting up to walk beside you, his arm wrapped around yours, seeking comfort. You allowed him to do so, barely reacting.

It was going well until a group you passed made a comment about the both of you and set him off once more, the level of alcohol in his body fuelling his anger. He spun, dropping your arm sharply and halting.

'Oi, idiot.' He called. 'Yeah. I'm talking to you. Want to say that again?'

His eyes were fiery, daring his opposer to repeat their words.

They simply glanced over their shoulder at him, scoffing softly. 'You're clinging to them.' They gestured to you briefly. 'What are they going to do? Seduce an attacker?' 

You held Eunwoo's arm tightly, trying to break his spell. Alas, the man pulled away, following the people. Before he could approach, you jumped in front of him, glaring. 'Do. Not. Do. That.' You snapped, standing stubbornly in his path and placing your hands on your hips. One staring contest later, Eunwoo drops his aggressive behaviour and turns, hanging his head and leading the way to your place. 

You checked him over once the door was locked. Taking a seat on the couch and ignoring him, you turned the tv on. 'I'm sorry.' Eunwoo attempted to catch your attention. 

'Y/N, I'm really, really sorry, I behaved wrongly and I shouldn't have.' Came his second attempt moments later. You simply shifted on the cushion beneath you, tuning his words out. 

It had been about an hour and a half when Eunwoo had had enough of you ignoring him. Switching the tv off, he turned to face you, staring holes into the side of your face. 'Y/N.' You exhaled, leaning back into the couch. 'What?' You mumbled, still refusing to turn your head toward him in the slightest. 

'I said I was sorry almost two hours ago, and you've not said anything.' 

'Should I care? Every time we go out, it's the same thing. You get uncharacteristically...angry...and it's getting old.' 

A sigh answered you. He ruffled his hair on a soft, barely audible groan. 'I love you, okay?' 

You chuckled, shaking your head. 'Stop it.' You turned to look at him, the irritation at his actions rising up. 'You're being stupid.'

Seeing his chance - a chance - he moved closer, meeting your gaze. 'If that's what being in love with you makes me, then so be it.' You could feel your breath hitch; the irritation melt away,meltspite only appearing only moments before. With a nod, you lean toward him slowly. You saw Eunwoo prepare for a potential kiss and smiled, snatching the tv remote and sitting back again, pretending to still be annoyed. He whined and leaned in, creating his chin on your shoulder and looking up at you like a sad puppy dog. You continued watching the tv with a small smirk on your lips. 'So be it.' You reiterated softly. 

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Fight me - Rocky

Rating :: Fluff

Warning(s) ⚠️:: Mention of possible bad experiences

Pairing:: Rocky x Reader

Word count:: 2.5K

Prompt (credit to @arohawrites ) ::

He made his way inside the bar.

Noisy Rocky thought.

The bar is packed with people. His nose is overwhelmed with the mixture of alcohol, cigarette and different scents of expensive perfume.

Rocky slowly approached the counter and meekly sat.

The bartender placed a glass and poured him a drink. “No paper?” Rocky asked the bartender.

The woman gave a grin, “I thought you’ll never ask” she handed him a small piece of paper.

“Thanks” Rocky simply answered. He read the whole thing and a smile formed on his lips. Enigmatic, as to how the bartender describes his smile when he receives exciting missions.

He left without warning.

The bartender can only shake her head. “As usual, you never touch the drinks I prepare for you” She mumbled while looking at the untouched glass of alcohol.

(Story begins after the prompt)

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‘Darn it.’ I snapped. Couldn’t I just have one day of rest? It seemed every day was a new assignment; anything for Miss Stark I guess.

Morgan Stark was the CEO of Stark Industries. And I, Well I worked as an agent for a subsidiary of Stark industries. Yes, I had somehow gotten a place in Stark Industries. No, I don’t know how. Anyways, Morgan had just sent for me to get a target before “Rocky”, an agent from a competing company, Fantagio got to him. Finding the company issued car for this mission, I sighed, starting up the supercar.

Here we go again, I suppose. Another day, another mission, another competition.

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Shutting the car off a safe distance from where the target was, I got out, adjusting the leather jacket and ensuring I had everything I needed-or may need, should things go south. The key soon joined the odd bits and bobs in the jacket, and the dull click of the soles of my shoes filled the silence of the abandoned alleyway I had selected. The small groups of drunk people talking loudly about this and that and sober people trying to quiet them down - It WAS 2:18am after all-to no avail were scattered across the path. I passed them, the sound of my shoes no longer audible.

The club entrance was hidden by people spilling out onto the street, making my job that much harder, forging a path through drunk and sober people alike, grimacing at the scent of alcohol, sweat and smoke wafting off most of the people surrounding me. After what felt like an absolute enternity, fresh air filled every inch my lungs and a soft cough followed the exhale. Breaking into a faster walk, I was reminded of my competition and how I didn’t know where he was.

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I have a break from studying and I love these, so here's me as a guy, I guess.

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Extirpation Engagement

∆ Fluff

∆ Mentions of Death

∆ Sanha x Reader

∆ 0.2K words

∆ A/N; This was rushed lmao I'm back studying and I wanted to post something quickly so here we are!

∆ Prompt from @theworldofprompts

You glared at the man in front of you in confusion. His light brown eyes met yours with the slightest amount of hope.

'I can't marry you.'

'Why not?'

A scoff answered his question plenty well enough, but you spoke even so. 'Well, first of all, you're dead, Sanha.'

Without flinching, he tilted his head, as if to ask what the problem was.

'And?' Came the sassy response.

'And dead people don't get married. People get married before they die.'

'Well, you don't have to worry about me dying on you. I'm already dead!'

Sanha was grinning from ear to ear, excited like a puppy. You could help but crack a smile at the ridiculously odd circumstances you found yourself in. Your boyfriend was dead and yet he was still proposing.

'I was expecting a more traditional proposal; you calling one of my male family members to ask for their blessing, shiny ring, you on one knee. The whole shebang.' You grumbled. Sanha gasped in happiness, jumping around like a child. You chuckled at the twenty-year-old-six-foot-tall man jumping like a 5-year-old but mange to catch his attention again.

'But only, Sanha, if you, Sanha, find a way, Sanha, to make it happen in a relatively normal way, Sanha.' You inform him, shifting to keep eye contact with the ecstatic man.

He nodded quickly, bouncing on his toes and clapping his hands. 'Yes, yes! I will!'

You sighed, smiling nonetheless. 'Okay, I'll marry you, you dead man~'