#anyways yeah🫰

[boar-sjn]

contrast and colors.

[lovereadandwrite]

it’s funny because they barely lasted half an hour👹💉

[getosugurusbangs]

i’ll drown in you.

[sxtystrs]

errmm... made a dungeon meshi oc because my brainrot has been so bad recently. obligated to make some sort of self insert in whatever media i'm into. so. 😁👍

plus joke doodles because i'm not immune to being a Jokester.

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

the sick and messed up truth is that you have the capacity to be so productive and feel so good if you are not blogging on tumblr dot com 24/7. this is why we need to make blogging a full time job with benefits and retirement options. more on this at 10

[orangespottedgiraffe]

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[ohnoitsjesster]

🫶

They’re making little hearts at each other. if you even care

[ttrashlord]

⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆Headcanons of Arcane men kissing reader and how to they kiss (no gender specific) ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆

Pairing:Steb x reader,Viktor x reader,Ekko x reader

STEB

It depends on the situation,if you two are in public (let's say in a date) he is sweet,tender,but nothing more than that.

If things start to get heated he will slowly apart and say something like: "not here hon' "or " let me save this moment for later"

If you're alone,in his or your house,that's different story.

He is selfcontroled...usually.

Your kisses start slow,tender,sweet,but the more he gets of you,the more he WANTS of you.

If you're on his lap,and start a whole make out session,oh boi,lets get ready to the MOST tender boyfriend you ever met (maybe besides Viktor)

He won't just slip his hand on your body (he's not a beast) he is asking for permission,and i mean this,for ANYTHING ALWAYS.

I have this headcanons where he instead of normal teeth he has sharp teeth,like sharks and kirishima

He won't do the thing where the person bites the other one's lip and pull (or any bite in general) because of this.

VIKTOR

Viktor is a goddamn problem,because you just don't know what to expect.

Imagine that you're on his lab (for our sanity jayce is gone early) and you're reading something in your chair,suddenly,hands appear on your shoulders,turns you around and BOOM,a heated,needy kiss from your boyfriend.

How did this even happen??

Dont complain pls i beg u

Just a few moments before,he was giving you pecks on the neck and cheeks,and now this??

(I mean,if i was you i will definetly not complain)

So when viktor is like this:

You want to rest in your bed and receive sweet love from your sweet boyfriend? Check

You want a whole make out session with no oxygen in your lungs? Check

You want It,you got It.

EKKO

(We all saw the scene with jinx but listen to me)

He is just into pda,(don't disrespect me on this one)

He will show It to you if:

1-is jealous,like,SUPER jealous

2you start the pda

He doesn't have a problem,like a said before,he likes It,but doesn't like to start It

But if you're in private oh oh oh boi pray to be saved from his love.

He cant get just enough of you.

He doesn't give two fucks about starting slow,he knows what he wants,and he wants It NOW

he is the type to try new things just to know your reaction.

Bites,caressing,tongue,the knee,Who said that?

But anyways,if you are in a bad mood or just need to be reminded how much he loves you,a slow,Deep kiss and a lots of pecks in your whole face will be given.

But yeah,you get the idea of how he usually is.

A/N-it's strange that i post like 4 post in a day?

Thank you so much for reading this!

I'll be doing so much more,about...you know...things

But i'll Focus more on arcane and fandoms that i know

I'll like to Focus more on steb because this poor baby deserves much more love ;(

See y next post ;) 🫰

[b1eedthefreak]

daryl with a stoner gf would be adorable I love ur work eeek 💕💕

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Lucky Day

⌇daryl dixon x stoner!reader

⌇summary: you find a bag of weed after months of not smoking some. you and daryl get high and get…𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

⌇warnings: weed use, oral sex (f receiving), soft high sex

⌇word count: 8.2k

a/n i absolutely saw the vision here and i hope i did this justice (i don’t smoke or anything of that sort so i tried my best to make it accurate 🫰)

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Back in Atlanta, things were bad…just but not bad enough to quit smoking.

And you didn’t mean cigarettes. You meant your stash. A miracle box of tightly rolled joints in a baggie, wrapped up in a scarf at the bottom of your duffel. You’d brought it when you fled the city thinking it’d all blow over soon, and in those first weeks, you smoked like you were trying to get high enough to escape the world entirely. Sitting on top of the RV, legs crossed and clouds floating out of your mouth while people whispered and side eyed but said nothing.

They didn’t understand. But Daryl, Daryl didn’t either, and he said something. Not in a judgy way, more like “That shit ain’t good for ya,” as he lit up another cigarette. You raised a brow. “Mmm, okay, Dixon. Go suck on your cancer stick then.” He snorted, but didn’t push it.

Eventually, the girls had asked you politely to stop smoking around them. So you had. You weren’t cruel. You knew some people were grieving, anxious, holding onto control by their fingernails, and you? You were just trying to float through it without panicking. You still smoked, but you’d hide away, perched on the roof of Dale’s RV with the moon for company.

Then Lori got pregnant.

And you stopped cold. Not because anyone asked, but because it felt wrong. You didn’t need it anymore. You had Daryl. You had hope. And after all that time, your stash had finally run dry.

Two years later, the world had shifted—even more if that was possible. Alexandria. Safety. Soft clothes and soap and patrol shifts on rotation. You and Daryl had been assigned a two-week supply run with just the two of you, and it was your favorite kind of alone time, long, quiet roads and long, quiet nights in sleeping bags zipped together.

You’d been walking in a field outside an abandoned strip of homes when you spotted the trailer. Metal door swinging on one hinge.

You turned to Daryl. “Be right back.”

He was halfway in the trunk of the car, digging through the last crate. “What?”

“I said be right back!” you called, and then you were already running, boots crunching on dry grass as the little metal trailer came into view.

Inside, it was dusty and stale, but untouched. A couch. A kitchen. Some water bottles. And in a box under the sink—

You were grinning wide, holding the bag like it was treasure when the door flew open behind you.

SLAM.

Daryl burst through with his crossbow raised, breath ragged. “The hell?! You don’t just run off like—”

You turned, held up the bag, and grinned brighter. “It’s our lucky day.”

He froze. Blinking at you. Then down at the bag.

Then he groaned and dragged a hand over his face.

“Oh my God,” you laughed. “Look at this! Untouched! Probably a whole ounce!”

“I thought you were in trouble,” he growled, stepping in. “You scared the shit outta me.”

You walked over, still grinning. “C’monnn baby! Look It’s perfectly sealed. And you’re always so tense.” You pulled out one joint. “Let’s celebrate. Just a little?”

“I told ya,” he muttered, slinging his bow on his back, “shit don’t work on me.”

You were already fishing out your lighter, perching on the faded armrest. “Yeah, yeah. You’re so boring.”

He smirked, arms crossed. “Ain’t boring. Jus’ ain’ stupid.”

“Oh please. You smoke cigarettes like they’re air. And you’re worried about weed?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, rolled his eyes. “You ain’t gonna listen to me anyway.”

You lit the joint and took a deep inhale. Sweet and sticky. Homey. You exhaled and let your head fall back with a slow, happy sigh.

“Fuuuuck.”

Daryl watched you, annoyed. Or maybe charmed. Hard to tell with that face.

You took another hit, then stood, stepping close to him. He looked down at you with a huff.

“You’re so sexy when you give me that look.” you whispered, leaning in—and then kissed him, open-mouthed, slow, as you blew the smoke past his lips.

He coughed. Caught it in his throat, pulled back with a scowl, and then blinked, eyes soft.

“What the hell,” he rasped.

You smiled smugly. “Mmm. What was that, Dixon? Didn’t work?”

His eyes flicked to the joint in your hand. Then your mouth.

“Gimme that.”

Twenty minutes later, you were both laid out on the trailer floor, staring up at the cracked ceiling.

“…Why the hell the ceiling movin’ like that?”

You snorted. “It’s not.”

“I swear it is.”

“It’s not baby.”

“…Shit.”

He rolled over to look at you, red eyed and slow. His hair had gone fluffy from the heat, and his cheeks were pink. “This is your fault.”

“Mhm.”

He reached out to touch your wrist. Light. Barely a brush. “You’re really pretty.”

You turned toward him. “You’re really pretty.”

“Yeah?” he asked, half laughing. “I got like—scratches on my face.”

“Apocalyptic scars,” you whispered, scooting closer. “They make you even hotter.”

He swallowed hard. “Think you’re the only person who’s ever said that to me.”

You blinked. “That’s the weed talking.”

“Nah.” He tucked a hand behind your head. “It’s me talkin’. Weed just made it easier.”

You leaned in, kissed him slow. “How you feelin’?”

He smiled lazily. “Floatin’. You?”

You kissed him again. “High and horny.”

“Yeah?” he whispered, dazed. “That’s my girl.”

You ended up on the old couch, tangled in each other.

You were straddling his lap, shirt half off, hands in his hair while he kissed you like you were spun from honey. His hands traced over your back, then forward to cup your breasts—gently, reverently.

“Always want ya like this,” he whispered, mouth warm against your collarbone.

“You’re just stoned.”

“I’m always wantin’ you.” He kissed lower, down your chest, kissing over the fabric. “This just makes me say it out loud.”

You giggled, high and warm. “Yeah, baby?”

He pulled your shirt up fully and kissed one breast, then the other. “Mhm.”

You felt like you were melting.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbled. “So good.” His mouth found your nipple and sucked slow, lips plush and reverent. You gasped.

“Daryl…”

He groaned. “Love you like this. Love every part’a you.”

He rolled his hips up, and you moaned, grinding down against him, dizzy with pleasure and heat and the buzz of it all.

The sex was slow, sweet, a little sloppy. You rode him with your head tipped back, his hands on your waist, both of you giggling and moaning and whispering how much you loved each other like it was gospel.

You came first, trembling, whispering his name. He followed, face pressed to your chest, holding you like a lifeline.

After, you both lay there, sweaty and still stoned, limbs tangled and sticky and stupidly in love.

“I wanna find more trailers,” you mumbled.

Daryl snorted. “Just for the weed?”

“No,” you whispered, nose against his neck. “For you. For this. For everything.”

He kissed your forehead, smiling. “Yeah, alright. Let’s find a whole damn trailer park.”

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[luvyeni]

𐙚 : YOU CUM FAST W/ ENHYPEN (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. cumming fast, unprotected sex, dirty talk

request: enhypen reaction to you cumming too fast, like really fast— like as soon as he puts it in or something , only if you're comfortable plzz 🫶🏻💜.

authors note. can this happen🤔?? anyways i hope you like it 🤍🫰🏽!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : HEESEUNG ֶָ֢ !

shocked but extremely turned on— his his breath shaky as he entered inside your warm cunt, you eyes were squeezed shut — you didn't even feel it coming until it was and you couldn't even warn him, but he felt it; your walls tightening around him, your jaw slack— you had cum. his eyes widened, "fu-fuck did you cum?" you covered your face, whining; muttering a sorry. "don't cover your face, that shit is hot baby." you felt his cock twitching , moving his hips once again. "sh-shit baby you feel so good, keeping your legs open." he cursed. "fuck that's it."

"gonna make you cum even harder this time."

𐙚 : JAY ֶָ֢ !

jay knows your body when it comes to sex; so he noticed it as soon as he was entering your pussy; how wet you were— and before he could say anything it was already happen, coating his cock with your juices. "sh-shit , you came." he looks down where your bodies were connected, a thin white layer coating his cock. you were trying to apologize for not asking for permission, you didn't even notice his eyes darkening. "it's okay princess." he pulled out, of your cunt, quickly stuffing you again , you moaned out.

"you're just gonna have to cum again until i cum."

𐙚 : JAKE ֶָ֢ !

thinks you're so cute— cumming just from him putting it in, your cunt fluttering around him , you grip his arms , making him look down at you , with his signature smile. "you came baby." biting his bottle lip with a smirk. "i-i didn't mean to." you whimpered. "it's okay baby, your pretty pussy is so sensitive." he brought his fingers with your clit, rubbing soft circles, making your legs twitch. "j-jake." you moaned as he pulled his cock out, pushing himself back into your already sensitive cum. "fu-fuck, you're shaking pretty."

"gonna cum for me again , yeah?"

𐙚 : SUNGHOON ֶָ֢ !

shocked but he's not gonna show it, he's gonna tease you for being so sensitive, even though he's the reason you came so fast, toying with you , but not letting you cum. you knew you weren't gonna last , but you didn't know you were gonna cum just from him tapping your clit with his cock , your legs shaking, clenching around nothing as you came , his eyes watching in shock and awe as you came. "sensitive little pussy." he teased. "cumming just my cock touching your clit, naughty fucking girl." you moaned, his hand still on his cock stroking it, lining it up with your cunt , slowly entering the cunt. "su-sunghoon." he smiled teasingly.

"don't be selfish baby, you came so let me cum."

©️LUVYENI

[kxsagi]

OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. IM LITERALLY LOSING IT I FUCKING CANNOT SOMEONE SAVE HIM THATS MY BABYYYYBHE WAS CRYING WITH ALL THE SNOT HES MY BABY I SWEAR TO FUCKJGGOD LOOK HOW CUTEEEE HE ISSSSSS anyways Hai i love u 🫰🫰🫰👅👅😊😊😊💖

“𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎𝟐 🥀”

a/n: my precious @chiibabie will NOT be crying tonight, i am here to save her (also love you too 😚)

quick drabble, but SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 302 AHEAD!!! 

will also be writing a dad nagi oneshot after this

you hear the front door creak open. 

not slam, not swing, just a slow creak, like it’s not entirely sure if it wants to open or not. like the person behind it doesn’t know if they want to come home or disappear into the wind. 

you peek up from the couch. “sei?” 

no response. just the shuffling of feet. his bag sliding off his shoulder and thudding to the floor. the soft tap of his phone being tossed onto the table. and then… silence. 

you find him in the doorway, looking like a ghost of the boy who left for school this morning. eyes empty, posture heavy, hoodie sleeve pulled halfway over his hand. he doesn’t even look at you. 

you rise gently, no questions yet. just an open arm and a soft, “rough day?” 

his lower lip wobbles. 

he walks straight into your embrace and buries his face into your neck, arms slung loosely around your waist like even holding on is exhausting. 

“i thought i’d like it,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “being back. sleeping in class again. poking myself with choki to wake up. it’s just like before.” 

you run your fingers through his snowy hair, letting him talk. 

“but it’s not. it’s... boring. even when people stare and call me a genius or a celebrity, it’s not the same. none of it feels like anything.” 

his breath hitches. his shoulders shake. 

“i miss it,” he whispers. “i miss blue lock.” 

you don’t rush him. you let him cry real, quiet tears this time. not out of frustration or anger. just… the ache of something unfinished. something he loved being taken from him too soon. 

when his breathing steadies, you cup his cheeks and tilt his face up so he has no choice but to look at you. 

“you’re allowed to miss it, sei. it meant something to you.” 

“it was fun,” he says, voice cracking a little. “i didn’t think i’d care this much.” 

you give him a small, knowing smile. “that’s how you know it was real.” 

he leans into your touch, eyes still glossy. “i thought i hated effort, y’know? but then i started trying. and i didn’t hate it. i liked trying. with reo. with everyone. i liked playing soccer.” 

your heart twists at how raw he sounds. how honest. how far he’s come from the boy who once called anything troublesome a hassle. 

“and you’ll try again,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. “you don’t stop being you just because blue lock’s over. you’re still nagi seishiro. the genius. the sleepy kid with a cactus named choki. the boy who made the whole world stop just to watch him play.” 

his arms wrap tighter around you, almost like he’s scared you’ll vanish too. “i feel so lame crying over this.” 

you nudge his nose with yours, smiling gently. “you’re not lame. you’re passionate. and a little dramatic.” 

“rude,” he mumbles, but there’s a ghost of a smile there now. 

you pull him to the couch, dragging him down with you until he’s tucked against your side like a big sulky cat. he clings to your hoodie like it’s his lifeline, hiding his face in your shoulder again. 

“wanna know what i think?” you say, scratching his scalp lightly. “i think you needed to feel this. to remember why you loved it. so next time, when the next door opens, you’ll be ready. and you’ll love it even more.” 

“next time…” he murmurs. 

“yeah. next time.” you press a kiss to his temple. “this isn’t the end. it’s just half-time.” 

he hums softly. almost asleep. a quiet, drowsy, trusting sound. like he believes you. 

and as the sun starts to dip below the horizon and his breath evens out beside you, you swear you’ll believe it enough for the both of you. 

until he can get back on the field again. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n #2: also WHAT DOES THIS MEAN LIKE 11.7 MILLION POSTS???

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 29/10✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@xyuki-iris ha chiesto: I LOVE YOU'RE ART ALSO GOOD FOOD But I have a what if What if Redson found Mk having a panic attack over something serious about him being Trans.

Ouch poor baby Red Son would totally support MK and try to calm him down

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: First of all your story is glorious and congrats on getting lmk at the very top. Second does Mk want to work on his relationship with Nuwa. I think Nuwa did truly love Mk but she also loved everyone else on earth equally. Mk has forgiven Mac who actually made an effort to hurt Mk (past mistakes) while Nuwa was opposed but still didn't stop Mk from not fixing the pillar of heaven.

I always felt like after S5 his relationship with Nuwa is similar to the one Steven had with Rose after S5 of SU. So it's- complicated

@audioandart ha chiesto: mayhaps a silly question, but towards the very start of the mk shadow peach stuff when mk first shadows into the wall. He says "why is everything *more* flat". Is this implying he already sees the world as 2d the way we do or am I perhaps missing something? 😅 (I love your work! Have a good day 🫰)

ahah yeah I was!!

@fake-anjel ha chiesto: Your comic makes me stay awake at night thinking of the next cap, making theories and making imaginary scenarios and imaginary gacha reactions to them for some reason. I was wondering... If Wukong and Macaque have a child (hypothetically, and by the biological way) wich one would be the oven for the bun? You have a fan from Brazil<3

Well, I would say Wukong, but here comes the question: a Stone Monkey, born from a stone, would be able to reproduce themself? There are no other like the four celestial primates and MK, so I would assume that they weren't able to- reproduce normally. Also if they would does it mean the womb is a stone as well???

@sollythesalt ha chiesto: Just asking if Wukong is trans do his female organs also count as part of his un-glamored form or does he stay with his male ones when he drops his glamour? Also what does his glamour include in your au just out of curiosity?

No under the glamour and shapeshift he still has female organs

@dandy-doodles ha chiesto: I'm VICIOUSLY consuming your comic rn - It actually came across my feed from a reblog. Never watched the show before. Loved the comic so much I binged the entire series and now I'm sat with the task of reading JTTW. This hyperfixation is your fault I love you for it. @ivoronical ha chiesto: Hi! I don’t know how tumblrs asks work because I’ve never used them before, but just wanted to say that your art is ✨fabulous✨ and you’re shadowpeach bio parents au has convinced me to rewatch the show entirely. It’s also made Macaque one of my favorite characters and because of that I am halfway through making a cosplay of him completely from scratch and I’m very excited to finish it:) Anyways I’ve rambled enough. Have a nice day!!! @starzz-twi ha chiesto: Can I just say how much I adore your art! It inspires so much that I might try drawing lmk again 🫶🫶🫶🫶 @artemismoorea03 ha chiesto: I hope you know that your Bio Parents AU fills every waking moment. I swear I only get on Tumblr anymore to see if you've posted something. I eat up any art you post regardless of what fandom it is and I just have to tell you that your art tastes like a blue raspberry icee (the best kind). I hope you're having a fantastic day ♡

AWWW TYSM TO ALL OF YOU!!!!

@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto: What will family gatherings be like now that MK has 4 parents? Like his birthday or end-of-year celebrations. I want to see more of the dynamics of the 4 parents interacting and talking about their one and only child.🐷🤓☀️🌙

oH CHAOTIC INDEED

Anonimo ha chiesto: How does it feel to be one of those artists that like 70% of the fandom knows about

wait is that a random number or???

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will we maybe see Macaque interact with Bai He or Mei?? (I'm starved of DarkHorse/EnderDragon/NightFlare Duo and Raspberry/Black Cat Duo) But I am interested if you might make them interact! :D Anyways, I love how your art got better by each comic, you can see the improvement from the slight sharpness of the shapes in the first comics and the now softer lines.

mmmmm I will maybe I'll do some small scenes

Anonimo ha chiesto: Past Wukong working out: I'ma get so strong. Ain't no one beating me Present Wukong working out: I'ma be so good at hugging my son and husband.

AWWWWWW WHAT A GOOD BABA!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! I wanted to ask if we'll see just how sensitive Macaque's hearing is in your Au in a future comic maybe? Like... a thunderstorm happens or something when he's around FFM watching Mk and Wukong train or something that affects his hearing badly? But either way, love your art and style! :)

mmmm don't know if I have a scene planned for that...

Anonimo ha chiesto: Does Wukong and Macaque know about the other 2 Celstial Primates, Red-Hoarse Baboon and Lomg-Armed Gibbon, in your Bio Shadowpeach parents au?

I think so? In JTTW he knew so I would assume the same?

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will Macaque use his future vision at any time again in this comic? We now know in this Au he hasn't used it in years. But maybe will he use it again soon? I bet he won't but I still wanted to ask :)

not unless he is forced to

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’ve been listening to a song from a Pokémon movie: Always Safe by Cynthia, and I think of the Shadowpeach bioparents Au everytime

AWW that's beautiful the lyrics omg!!!

@notjustonefandom1 ha chiesto: So, I've been thinking about MK's staff. After he got it do you think he develops a habit of clasping his hands together, especiallywhen stressed or threatened? With the fluidity and energy he moves with, I think it would take a while for him yo find a chance to Summon the staff, especially if he isn't fast at it yet, so he just starts keeping his hands pressed together in preparation.

ooooohhh that's a cool idea!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Where does the Macaque has white fur head canon come from? I'm new to this fandom and I'm still learning things and I see it everywhere

I honestly have no idea but I guess either because Japanese Macaque are white furred or bc he died.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Ok so this may be a sensitive topic and definitely doesn't need to be answered so TW Did mk ever go through a depression thing after trying to die to save the universe in the last season in your au? A in like what if Wukong and Mac find out he used to SH?

hish. I'm not probably the right person to answer this. Probably he did had depression tendencies but didn't recognize them until someone pointed them out.

Anonimo ha chiesto: This ask os Going to be a little weird But Can I See Macaque Pining Wukong on the wall?In a Flirty way?(pretty Please?) I love Your Art so much!👑❤️‍🔥💎

Ouh.. *cleans forehead from sweat* is getting hot in here... maybe?

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: Wukong: OH BUDDHA, HE CALLED ME BABA!!!!! (SCREAMS WITH JOY) What DBK heard over the phone with his brother: OH andhdbrjjsm (feral monkey screeching)

Poor DBK gotta deal with the gossip now

@alastair-1205 ha chiesto: OMG THE MOST RECENT PART IM CRYING But I also love how Mac's first instinct is just grabbing Wukong and being like: "get out of hearing range before we freak out, get out of hearing range before we freak out, get out of-" you know? It's very funny but also builds on past comics since they woke MK up last time smth like this happened and I'm just !!!!!

GOTTA MAKE THE BABY SLEEP

@eerieqloss ha chiesto: OSISJJWJSJSJWWN OKAY WAIT SO IS MK GONNA START CALLING THEM MAMA AND BABA INSTEAD OF THEIR NAMES CONTINUALLY OR WAS IT JUST THAT ONE TIME

It wont be a one time!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I hope you are resting as you should Always remember to take your time, rest first, then work, ofc as far as possible 😅. I have a fun question (if you have the time ofc 👉🏻👈🏻): will we see Feral MK again? But you know, like another kind of "demonic learning" that maybe wukong or Mac will teach him to control or see that it's not bad as it looks

For now i want my baby to either be happy or traumatized not angry.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I feel like i remember you asking about happier shadowpeach songs for your playlist, but I can't find the post anymore. But if you're still looking, Livingston's new song Glow reminds me of them and also made me think about the eclipse scenes in the comic.

Several of Livingston's other songs also give me shadowpeach vibes, but I think about them so much that I might just be seeing them everywhere at this point.

Oooh true a lot of his song fits really well!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: This is the only instance where having a kid really did bring a couple together.

TRUE LMAO

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soo...Wukong and Mac in the DBK Palace I have a question in my mind!!!! Actually I hope you to see it and draw it.. if you don't wanna it's okay! What if DBK & PIF flirt with each other or smt like this u know in front of shadowpeach?! They will probably look to each other and then blushing hard

HAHAHHA poor souls they would totally think of wanting to kiss each other but can't because they are emotionally constipated.

[nukhaos]

TW : NSFW, no beta readers we die like men, wrote it for a friend 🫰🏻💕 English is not my native language, small breeding kink and pinning, fuck the scientific explanation on how you can take him, m!reader

ONE SHOT

DR PHOSPHORUS

You're a member of the creature commando and have a crush on the neon green skeleton man.

It was a weird feeling for both of you; Being part of a team, or more, being part of a team again for you. You couldn’t stop looking at the neon figure standing almost a foot taller than you, body made of toxic gas and of a skeleton face showing a smile always looking too happy to be where he was. You were not sure if he was made of flesh anymore, didn’t have the occasion to touch to prove your theory that, maybe, some part of his body was saved after whatever happened to him couldn’t even guess if he had any organs left. 

You were seated in the kitchen of the castle, waiting for Rick and the princess to be done with whatever they were doing, not that you really cared anyway. Nina and Bride were making an inventory of what would be needed if they were to pack their bags and leave this shithole of a place, you were not even sure wi-fi existed in this country but you sure weren’t here to invent it and you were starting to feel so fucking bored.

And suddenly he was here, looking at you like you were holding a secret of some sort from him. Well okay, maybe it was true, you were attracted to the man…the skeleton ? The thing ? Fuck, okay maybe the name of the squad made more sense, “ creature commando” rang weirdly to your ears at first, but you couldn’t say weasel wasn’t a creature of some sort, the same did go for Nina. 

“ Why do you look so serious, data guy?” He suddenly asked, after a few minutes of just looking at your face who was wearing a frown he never saw before. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose at the comment.

“ Data guy ? Really ? Is that all I am ?” Defiance, maybe he liked it a little too much, but you couldn’t even guess if he was smirking, smiling, or even frowning.

“ For now, yeah, but, maybe you could be so much more.” A bony hand was tentatively going a little too close to your face, you could almost feel the burn. You really could be so much more, you weren’t a creature, just like the boss of your team, you weren’t even supposed to really be on the field to fight. You were here to look, gather information about the team, each of them. Echoes of Nina and Bride in the back of the room who were tentatively laughing and trying to get the focus of Dr Phosphorus out of you. “ Come on, leave him alone, of course you’re important." Nina placed, while the  scoff of Bride came to your ears and her hand started going over Nina’s waist to guide her out of the room.

Alexander Sartorius, as you could read in his files, was standing above you the minute they exited the room, hands on each side of your thighs, face so close you wondered if you were going to be intoxicated either by his closeness or just his body. He could clearly see your eyes full of questions, of a tantalizing analysis of your person. Who were you ? Why did you accept to be here with the freaks that they were ? Everything, but not one sound to go toward directly asking. You could almost smell his breath. 

“ Why are you bent over me like that, d’you like me that much doc ?” You could almost see him shiver at the sound of your voice so close to his ears. 

“ You’re a mystery, it’s fun.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “ Collecting data on all of us, but what about you ? What makes you special champ?” His hand grew closer to your thigh, ready to pierce a hole in your pants that were supposed to protect you from his burn while you were sitting with him in the fuckass bus they gave you to travel the city. 

“ I ain’t special, and you’re too close.” Even if somehow you were tempted to become someone else than human suddenly if it meant he could touch you. He didn’t even made a move to get away from you, and your reflexes to go away from him made you almost lay entirely back on that kitchen table. Weird position to be found in, you’d agree, but somehow it left you excited, waiting like a fucking pray to be devored and eaten whole by the man you could guess by the shape of his oh so strange body, if you could call it that.

“I’ll find a way to break…your walls.” You’d almost laugh if you weren’t scared of the wood beneath his hands to start burning like you felt your cheeks start to burn, bright eyes who examined what situation you fucking landed on. “ Did the adventure of Rick and the dilf-chaser princess turn you on ? Are you that desperate ?” You snickered, maybe you were trying to make him back off, or maybe you were trying to see if he was serious about it, he didn’t seem serious about anything ever after all.

His hand suddenly pressed on your jaw, making your entire body face him, making you look at him, a split second where the burn would have destroyed your jaw but the quick pain only made you shiver, he wasn’t touching long enough to even make a blister. 

“What if I am ? What would you do ? Should I try to ask the S.H.A.DE to make you a special suit so you could handle all I've got ? Would you beg for it ?” You couldn’t hide the laugh growing in your chest, you were used to Harleen flirting with you, or even Digger trying to not be too awkward while talking to you, but this was new, it felt more serious, like he would really do something about it even if it meant changing you at your core. 

“ We’re not at this point of our relationship yet, Alexander.” And he backed away, just like that, like it’s been a decade someone didn’t call him that name.

“ I’ll see you later.” He huffed, almost offended or maybe turned on by you using his name.

You’ll see where it goes, if all that was supposed to go toward something.

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You started to think about it, turning left and right in the bed you had at your disposal for the time being. You didn’t really know anything about Alexander, well, Dr Phosphorus, or really anyone else, you catched glimpse of their stories in the files you were reading. Should you really be falling for a criminal ? Again ? It was always like that with you, asking you stupid questions and re-questioning everything again and again instead of sleeping to be somewhat efficient on the field. But maybe, it was because of that specific quirk of yours that you noticed the creaking of the door being open making you push your body up on your elbows in the dark of the room ‘till a well known light now acted as a fucking lamp in the small bedroom.

“What the fuck.” You whispered, and he just shrugged, you guess he couldn’t sleep either anyway, hearing the moanings and obscene squelching of your fish friend and her undead girlfriend some rooms away from you. 

He took your earlier conversation  seriously, maybe too seriously, but somehow you weren’t disappointed at all, he had something on his mind and you weren’t the one who would deny him. You craved him like a cigarette, and quite literally he could burn your lungs if he wanted, you’d die happy. Such a weird way to die but eventually you’d be gone doing something you wanted, being railed to death, such a poetic way to go. 

You looked at his figure, cocking your head on the side with a quiet “why are you here ?”.

So many questions not answered, did he even sleep ? How ? How his clothes were not burning ? Why was he coming closer and closer to the bed? 

You felt the weight of the mattress shift under his weight, you didn’t really register he had some weight to him. “ I thought about it. I would burn the world to bring some heat to you. And you always fucking looks cold kid.” It was enough to send you into another dimension, for fucking real ? You knew the man for maybe a week and he was already in your bed ready to do god only knows what to you. 

“ But how ?” And it didn't even need an answer, sharp toothy mouth against yours, he found a way, didn’t know how, didn’t care about the science behind it. Hands on your waist and you couldn’t let him think he was winning, couldn’t let him think you were so easily earned. “ Me first.” You had this know-it-all look to your face, this smirk who said you were gonna fucking eat him alive. And you didnt care for any blisters, any burn scars, building this moment since you laid eyes on him, the monster fucker you could add to your fucking resume. 

It honestly felt weird, to touch him, like a transparent body, you could see every bone but somehow couldn't reach it, it was deep, carnal, feral even, the way you were bobbing your head only to make him moan, fingers deep in someone you couldn't hide anything going on. There would be retribution for that, for being deep inside his body, enjoying the warmth, when he was only gasping for air and trying to scratch each part of your back without burning it to a crisp.

“ I could make you pregnant” You couldn’t, realistically, but you could always try again and again till your brain was only much from the toxic gas you inevitably inhaled while kissing him and pressing your body against his. “ I could make you pregnant.” He said, gripping a handful of your hair and maybe he was serious too, or it was just another one of your bickering, both of you always trying to have the last word. Rubbers piling him in the corner of the bed and condensation piling on the windows. He flipped you like you weighed nothing, pressed your head against the pillow like you did to him an hour ago. 

A battle for dominance and it was like you were really part of something again, bony fingers digging deep in the dimples of your back, probably bruising you inside as much as he did outside. You were gasping for air, gasping for more, begging for the moment to never end. “ What we’ll name it huh ?” He said, wrapping a hand around your throat to be able to bring you closer to his chest and turning your head just enough to be able to kiss you. “ Shut the fuck up and work” You hissed, didn’t want to talk, lost in the cloud of pleasure you were feeling.

You ended it by sharing a cigarette, face burrowed intermittently in his neck, wondering what the other teammates would say about the noises going out of both of your throats. But it was a problem for later, you wanted to forget you had a world to save.

[lagaans]

verdict on regret is i don't regret the fun time i had doing this but i do regret not realizing i was getting all the way to 91% until it was too late because i only meant to read a few chapters & now it might be over too quickly 😞

yes i did stay up until 3:30 am and in fact am dealing w the consequences now

[szonyix6277]

.:Soul Search in Seoul:.

.:part 6:.

summary: FINAL PART a small trip to the stars, attending GD's launch party and moving back to LA

pairing: Choi Seung-hyun x Fem!Reader

a/n: TYSM for all the positive feedback this short series got 🫰 it may appear to be rushed, because it is... left out a bunch of things i planned to write, but tbh I wanted to finish this one off, before I dive into other stories - i've got far too many ideas and cannot wait to share. no smut here but my next one will have you covered, trust 😈 and i got inspired a bit by his LA interviews. seeing him thrive makes my heart swell with joy ✨️🥰

contains: cameo by GD, CL and Taeyang, suggestive themes but SFW, some strong language, fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed

w/c: 3.8k

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“Where are we even going?” -you sighed as you plopped on the passenger seat in your sister’s car. Kimmie’s been all sorts of mysterious in the past few days and you were getting tired of it. Between accepting the job offer in LA and giving the cold shoulder to Seung-hyun, the last thing you needed was a surprise. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, you got ready.

“We’re going somewhere that you will love before you leave.” -she said.

She, unlike Seung-hyun, was fully aware that you are flying back to LA in the first week of March.

“Yeah, that’s helpful.” -you huffed, giving her a pouty look, she casually ignored. There were a lot of things you were interested in in and around Seoul.

You’ve been driving for nearly an hour, out of the city when your sister finally told you the destination.

“I’m taking you to Jungminsan Observatory.”

“Really?!” -your eyes sparkled in joy. Last time you were visiting your sister, the place was closed for renovation and you couldn’t visit. It felt like you’ve got a second chance.

Your sister pulled up in a parking space and you two got out. There were a few stargazing enthusiasts around, lining up to queue for their tickets, but two men stood out for you.

You spotted Seung-hyun and Ji-yong just a few feet from you.

His cool, harsh words still echoed in your ear. Your eyes started to burn and you bit your lower lip. You can’t be here with him. You weren’t ready.

“Take me home!” -your voice trembled.

“(Y/n)...”

“I’m serious, Kimmie! I’m not talking to him!”

“Who?” -she feigned surprise.

“Don’t play dumb…”

“Hey strangers!” -Ji-yong came over with a little conniving smile tugging in the corner of his lips. “What a coincidence!” -you noticed a quick wink between him and your sister.

So they planned this rendezvous. Fantastic (!) -you scoffed.

You enjoyed stargazing, but you weren’t as crazy about it - not anymore. As a child, growing up in Texas you’d often catch yourself staring at the moon or wishing upon shooting stars, reading about astronomy but as the years went by, you became more interested in art.

The line was slowly moving and you got your tickets for the afternoon exhibition.

You and Seung-hyun didn’t speak. You two exchanged a nod as a greeting, but that was it. He was still convinced he was right and you were still convinced you were right. You avoided even looking at him. Well, you did sneak in a glance and made a mental note that he looked very handsome in his long black coat and sunglasses, with his hair styled to perfection - like a goddamn model ready for the catwalk! - but what was done was done. You weren’t going to explain yourself. If he didn’t understand what he did was mean and hurtful, it didn’t matter. You’re leaving soon anyway. Who knows if and when you’re going to see him again? Why even bother to make amends?

You took a deep breath as you walked into a big hall and took your seat. Seung-hyun was sitting to your left and your sister to your right.

As people took their place and got comfortable, the lights were dimmed and a special astronomical show began. A man was talking you through your journey with a night sky full of stars in the background - or more specifically, above your heads. It gave the beautiful illusion that you were under the stars on a warm summer night. He provided detailed explanations of constellations and celestial bodies presented on the ceiling. It was an incredible experience seeing the universe unfold in front of you - meeting the stars more closely.

Unfortunately, since Valentine’s was just around the corner, he had to tell that story.

“That is the constellation of Aquila, with Altair being the brightest star of the constellation. Over there, you can see the constellation of Lyra, with Vega being the brightest star.” -he was circling and pointing at different stars with a red laser pointer as he spoke. “For my romance lovers in the audience, if you aren’t familiar, here is the story about Altair and Vega. According to the legend, Altair was a mortal, who caught the eye of Vega, a goddess in the heavens.”

You were familiar with the story - and you would have found it beautiful any other day.

But today of all days, it ruined you.

You felt the tears glistening in your eyes, blurring your vision, as the man on the podium kept talking.

“Their love was forbidden by Vega’s father and thus the two lovers were forced apart. However, once a year, on the seventh day of the seventh month, a bridge is formed between the heavens and earth, so the two lovers could spend one passionate night together.”

Just like you and Seung-hyun. You came to Korea, met Seung-hyun and fell in love. Your love was forbidden, albeit not by your father, but by the media.

You felt a warm hand on yours.

You looked over. It was Seung-hyun. He kept his eyes on the ceiling with a poker face, attentively listening to the story being told, but his hand was comfortably resting on yours - confident and caring. Like nothing has happened.

This was your breaking point.

“Excuse me..” -you muttered as you made your way out of the hall.

Unfortunately, your high heeled boots didn’t offer an invisible exit. Your heels echoed in the hall - luckily, you were seated in the back, close to the way out. Still, you felt the peering eyes on you, making you feel like you were ruining the experience for many.

You cried soundless tears in the observatory - the place was empty, just like you’d feel once you leave Seoul. Once you leave Seung-hyun.

You let your head rest against the wall behind you. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing as tears made their way down your cheeks, leaving behind wet marks.

However, you couldn’t enjoy the peace for long.

Seung-hyun got out of the hall, too.

When you locked eyes, you turned heel and started walking away.

“(Y/n), stop!” -he called out, but you ignored him. “(Y/n)!” -he caught up to you in a matter of seconds, catching your wrist. You couldn’t have outrun him, even if you wore sneakers - damn his long legs! - and in heels, it was impossible.

“Let go!” -you snapped.

“No!” -he pulled you in his arms, hugging you like there was no tomorrow. “I will never let go!”

“Liar!” -your cry muffled in his chest. No matter how hard you wanted to push away, you couldn’t. For one, he was stronger than you. And for two, you missed him. You missed his hugs. His warmth. His familiar scent. These past days were torture for you - it was just your pride that didn’t let you come forward sooner. All you needed was a little bit of Seung-hyun and it was over for you. “Liar..” -you kept muttering, but now you were hugging him back as tight as you physically could. You felt your heavy heart ease - the stronger your embrace became, the lighter you felt.

“I’m so sorry.” -he pressed his lips on the top of your head. “I really thought I was making things easier for you if I was letting you go.”

You looked up to him.

Seeing your tear-soaked face, he gave you a sad smile - he was full of regret. He hated seeing you in such a state.

“I thought you didn’t care.” -you hiccupped.

“I know.” -his hand brushed your cheek, that made you blush. “I should have been more tactful.”

“No shit..” -you let go of eachother, and you wiped your tears with a stray tissue you found in your pocket. Once you calmed down, you continued. “I am going back to LA. First week of March.”

“I know… Noona told me. And I am not gonna stop you.”

“Right.” -a tint of disappointment resonated in your tone.

“I’ve been in your place before.” -he said. You gave him a curious look to continue. “I had a girlfriend many years ago, and she asked me to choose between her and BigBang.”

“Oh…”

“I promised myself then, if I am ever in her shoes, I will not make my loved one choose between me and their career.” -you were deep in thought for a moment. He was right. If he made a fuss to choose him, you probably still would have gone back to LA. “It doesn’t mean I don’t love you or care about you.” -he continued. “It means the opposite. I love you enough to let you go.”

“You’ll make me cry again.” -you softly punched his arm again. “I will miss you.”

“Not more than I will.” -he caged you between him and the wall. You froze and looked around in shock.

“What if we get caught? There are security cameras everywhere.”

“So? Let them see it then.”

You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear - for the first time since you fought. With that, Seung-hyun gave you a passionate kiss. His lips confidently moved around yours, savouring the past days you both missed out on. One of his hands rested on your hip - doing his utmost best not to move it and grab your ass. You caught on quickly. He squeezed too hard.

“Do you want to?” -you asked him just above whisper.

“We’re too far from home…”

“There’s always a janitor’s room.”

“Hmm..” -he raised an eyebrow with a devious smirk.

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It was the day of Ji-yong’s launch party.

You were excited to say the least. You were at Seung-hyun’s - pretty much every day since you made up, rather passionately, in the janitor’s room at the observatory. You denied it to no end, but both Ji-yong and your sister knew why you never made it back to the exhibition.

“What am I gonna wear?” -you asked your boyfriend, showing him two potential outfits in your hands. He was sitting on the couch, reading the art book you bought him for Valentine’s Day. You sort of stormed in with an open robe and white underwear on.

“Just the robe?” -he winked with a husky, slightly lewd tone.

“Tsk, I’m serious!” -you smiled.

“I don’t know… I still like the robe.”

“Okay, so you want everyone to gawk at me with their unholy thoughts while you’re at home with your book?”

“Kind of, yeah. Let them know how hot my girlfriend is.” -he licked his lips in a suggestive manner - it made your cheeks fluster and your knees weak. “Besides, I trust Ji-yong. He will fight on my behalf.”

“You’re not helping!” -you pouted.

“Wear something black.” -he shrugged. “That’s always a winner.” -Seung-hyun turned back to his book.

“Black, huh? Then I guess I have to change my underwear…” -you thought out loud enough for him to hear, putting emphasis on the last word, and slowly started to walk away.

“I will help with that!” -Seung-hyun, as if he was struck by lightning, threw his book on the couch and jumped up. He picked you up and ran to the bedroom with you. You shriek-laughed at his action. He plopped you on his bed and kissed you hungrily that you welcomed. “Wait! You’ve still got enough time, right?” -he asked, out of breath, hoping you could have at least a quick, passionate round before the party.

“Oh, yes!” -you captured his lips, your fingers impatiently tugging at the edge of his shirt.

You did wear a black dress in the end - and you did change your underwear, too.

Ji-yong sent a car for you and you already received the VIP ticket from him a few days ago. You were no stranger to high-end and prominent parties before, but you’ve never been to an album launch party.

The atmosphere was buzzing, people chatting away, some of which haven’t met in years due to schedule conflict. The unlimited alcohol was certainly a nice touch. That’s where you caught up with CL. You were ordering a cocktail, when you heard her from behind you.

“Look at you, (Y/n)!” -she hugged you like you’ve been best friend since forever. “Sexy!” -she nodded at your outfit.

“Stop, look at you!” -you complimented back. You remembered you were doing karaoke with her at the NYE party, and you both sucked on purpose, and she adored you.

“By the way…” -she looked around, clearing her throat then leaned closer. “Is it true?” -she whispered.

“What is?” -you frowned. You had absolutely no clue what she was implying.

“You know… you and Seung-hyun?”

“Shhs!” -you looked around in fear. If someone overheard you two, this will get blown out of proportion.

“So it is true? Hell yeah!” -she gasped and gave you another hug. “I was afraid oppa was lying and just pulled some bullshit rumour out of his ass.”

“Who?”

“Oh, Ji-yong. He’s such a gossip.”

“That’s good to know…” -you bit your lips as the bartender arrived with your order. You nodded a ‘thanks’ in his direction.

“Don’t worry, he only spills to close friends he trusts.” -she reassured you. “Anyway, let’s have a drink. We need to celebrate!”

That one drink turned into two more shots and you were comfortably buzzed by the time Ji-yong was giving his speech. He was thanking everyone for their involvement and help with his upcoming album and said he is excited for this new chapter. He also revealed to everyone that CL, Young-bae and Dae-sung will be joining him in his Goyang Stadium concerts in Seoul. You made a mental note that if you can, you should definitely attend.

Of course, Ji-yong performed some of his hit songs to the attendees - Young-bae, CL and you joined him to perform and dance to Good Boy together.

It was an incredibly fun evening and you thanked Ji-yong a million times for letting you be part of it all.

You went home to Seung-hyun and quietly snuck into his bed.

“You had fun, princess?” -he asked softly and hugged you from behind around your waist.

“Shit! Did I wake you?”

“No, I couldn’t really sleep anyway.” -he murmured in your ear, planting a soft kiss on the shell. His warm breath gently tickled. It felt so nice.

“But I texted you.” -you turned to him. You caught his eyes - even in the dark they seemed to sparkle brightly.

“Yeah, but I prefer this. You, being next to me.” -his hand rested on the small of your back, gently caressing your skin. “Did you have fun?” - he asked again.

“A lot.” -you smiled, pulling to his chest. “Can we sleep please?”

“Sure. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”

Except there was no need to say a word.

There were a few videos made last night. Some of those were uploaded to Ji-yong’s and CL’s Instagram. And the K-media ran with it and whatever titles they could find to describe the situation - your situation.

You woke up to your phone buzzing. It was your sister. You sat up to respond.

“Kimmie…” -you coughed and yawned. “Wassup?”

“Have you read the news?!”

“Huh? What news?” -you yawned again, rubbing your eyes. You forgot to wash off your make-up and got some mascara in your eyes. “Shit…” -you cursed quietly.

“I sent you the link. Open it!” -she said and hung up.

You lied back with a soft groan. Seung-hyun was still in bed, too - neither of you were morning people.

Curiosity got the better of you. You opened your sister’s message she sent hours ago - and you also realized it was nearly noon. I guess we are rotting in bed today. -you sighed internally. You clicked on the link. You immediately sat up straight and your eyes grew as wide as saucers.

“Oh, my God!” -you yelped, covering your mouth.

“What?” -Seung-hyun got startled next to you. “What is it?”

“Who is she BANG BANG BANG-ing?” -you read the title of the article out loud and gave Seung-hyun your phone.

“I need my glasses to read that…”

“Gimme!” -you huffed and took your phone back. You cleared your throat and continued to read the article. “While we don’t have any solid sources at this stage, these lewd photos and videos… lewd, my ass… were uploaded to Kwon Ji-yong’s, better known by his stage name G-Dragon, Instagram account in the late hours of the evening, one can only speculate. Don’t speculate! Urgh”! -you shouted and continued to read. “We don’t know who this chonky chick is… chonky?! Fuck off!.... but she seemed to get pretty darn cozy and familiar not only with Kwon but also with his ex bandmate, Dong Young-bae, better known as Taeyang, who, by the way, is married and has a son. I don’t know about you, but she seems to be your average gold digger and attention seeker…. Woah, just call me a whore already!...We can only hope the two fine gentlemen know better not to start with someone so troublesome and low class. The questions remain: who is this chick? What does she want? And who is she BANG BANG BANG-ING?… My God!”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess.” -Seung-hyun rubbed your back. “They always assume the worst.” -he reached for his glasses and took your phone. “You look like you were having fun.” -he said as he looked at the Good Boy video. You felt good in the moment. You really nailed the moves with CL and you remembered Ji-yong being flustered being stuck between you and CL for a few photos. If only you knew it would bring you such shame.

“Aren’t you mad?” -you asked.

“About what?” -Seung-hyun raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, it looks like I’m cheating on you.”

“It doesn’t.” -he gave you a reassuring kiss on your cheek. “They are doing a pretty good job at making it sound like you are.”

“What do I do now?!” -you buried your face in the blanket.

“You can talk to the press. And clear your name.”

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Epilogue - 3 months later

In the end, you never bothered clearing your name. You were gonna go home and never had to think about it again.

Ji-yong and Young-bae came forward a few days after the article was posted that you are a close friend of theirs and they don’t want a civilian’s name dragged through the mud like that.

CL was a bit more harsh. She made a post on Instagram:

If you come for my girliepop, you come for me… and you bet your ass I am coming for you! Don’t listen to the media!

It was heartwarming to see all these big names were standing up for you and protecting you the best way they could.

Luckily, Seung-hyun’s name was never associated with yours.

You had a tear-filled goodbye at Icheon Airport on the 5th of March. You said goodbye to your sister earlier and Seung-hyun accompanied you to the airport.

“I’m gonna miss you.” -you sniffed as you gave Seung-hyun another hug.

“Hey, don’t cry!” -he rubbed your cheek. “I promise, I’m visiting you as soon as I can.”

“That can take months. It’s gonna be so weird without you…”

“You’ll have your new job and you will be busy and overwhelmed. The last thing you will need is me nagging you where do you keep the sugar?”

You smiled - for a split second, you imagined if you were living with him. The thought warmed your soul enough that you were able to detach yourself from his warm embrace and head for security. You waved at him until you were lost in the sea of people.

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Your new life was overwhelming at first, but you enjoyed it. New job, new apartment, new friends - and an actor/rapper boyfriend on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Everything was falling into place. You tried your best to keep in touch with Seung-hyun, too. You used FaceTime every chance you got. Seeing him smile after you had a rough day at work always fixed something in you. His smile and unwarranted giggles were so soothing.

You had him as your lock screen - which funnily enough led some of your colleagues to believe you were a T.O.P stan. Well, you were a lot more than that, but you graciously accepted that title and listened to BIGBANG more often than not.

One day your sister texted you to say that she will come visit you at the end of May. You were excited to see her again - and you’ll possibly go down to Texas to visit your parents, too. You booked off a couple of days and your workplace approved.

On a bright, sunny day you were standing at LAX Airport, waiting for your sister, her husband and daughter with a big sign that said Kimmie - you have drawn hearts instead of dots on the i’s - and a small bouquet of flowers.

You dropped everything when you noticed, she didn’t come with her family. She brought your boyfriend, Seung-hyun, over.

“No way!” -you shrieked and pushed a person out of your way. “Sorry!” -you apologized and ran up to Seung-hyun. He was ready for you with a big smile plastered on his ever so handsome, but slightly tired, face. He lowered his knees and opened his arms to welcome you in a long awaited hug. You jumped in his arms without a second thought as he spun around with you. It looked like a cheesy typical meet-cute moment. “I can’t believe you’re here!” -you giggled and kissed his lips.

“Well, I have some Squid Game business here. But my princess is my priority.” -he put you down. You had no time to keep up with the media and Seung-hyun never mentioned he would have an official appearance in your hometown.

“You didn’t tell me anything, you bitch!” -you scolded your sister as you hugged your sister.

“Obviously! I had to see you two all lovey-dovey at least once.” -she winked. “You two are cute. But you have an audience…” -she looked around. You only noticed now that a few people were looking - staring - and some even began recording and taking photos.

“I can fix that.” -Seung-hyun got his phone out and put it on selfie mode. “Smile!” -he said to you and pulled you in for a one-arm hug. He casually slung his arm over your shoulder. You, the millennial you were, threw a peace sign with your left hand, your right one hugging Seung-hyun’s waist. He took a few selfies.

And posted one of them on his Instagram stories.

Finally reunited with my sweet little princess #LA #squidgameweekend

“Are you serious?” -you gasped, lifting a trembling hand over your mouth. You couldn’t believe what he just did.

“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend. It’s about time everyone knows.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You felt so overjoyed you thought you’d burst.

Your boyfriend was finally here and he was ready to take over the world - one interview at a time.

You interlaced your fingers with his as you confidently walked out of the airport.

This was the beginning of a new chapter and you couldn’t wait to start to write it…

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part 1 .:. part 2 .:. part 3 .:. part 4 .:. part 5 .:. part 6

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[watermelonlicker]

When you’re a father with a shared custody who still refuses to move countries and you call your son the most important person in your life and he’s your whole world and say how lucky you are to be a parent yourself, you don’t go renting a two property party house for your friends and a fresh new gf in another location from where your child lives (according to the tabloids, whatever) for a festival getaway, you don’t leave him alone with his aunts he sees once-twice a year to go out to the bar on a holiday night when you know it’s time for him to leave soon, you don’t sell your LA house, and don’t go saying how [you’ve spent such a long time living in London that you’re used to it] forgetting you should have been spending your time in Cali for 9 years every chance you get. You also don’t call paps on him the moment he’s born. And the boobgate fail?😭 Anyway, there’s never a choice between spending time with your child and doing something else, between protecting his privacy and showcasing how perfect of a parent you are in a footage that everyone has access to, because your child is your priority, according to you and the story you build with your own words and by everyone in your family.

And that’s where the “deadbeat” comes from, the entire lot of dissonance between the words and actions which makes him sound like a fool and a liar and a frankly pathetic person. Also why doesn’t Mark, who raised him and his sisters, doesn’t claim F as his grandchild?

The thing that pisses me off is romanticizing the absent parenting when it’s your fav celebrity, it’s not “the struggles of being an imperfect father” and “he tries but he fails and that’s what makes him a human and a real parent😣” situation. He’s a multimillionaire of 15 years with investment properties across the globe (except for California apparently) and a collection of expensive cars. He’s not a working class or lower, he doesn’t need to make ends meet, to provide working three jobs a day, safe and healthy parenting isn’t and was never a struggle for him, it’s a privilege. But apparently all his cares in this world are tied to bar hopping and getting high which wouldn’t even be a problem if he wasn’t a father.

God, whenever this topic comes up, it’s just so glaringly obvious how much people are ready to idolize someone as long as that someone keeps their eyes glossed over. And he doesn’t even need to try this hard, the propaganda is so effective, those who eat it up, will continue doing so without a back thought and aggressively protect this narrative, being given the green light and all.

Yeah so he’s either a scumbag or whatever it is we’ve been saying is true. It’s interesting, how a lot of people are choosing the first over the latter. Very interesting.

Rant over🫰

EXACTLY ! ALL ! OF ! THIS !!!!

like if you want to look at the pr facts laid down and dissect them like it’s biology then the only conclusion you can come to is louis is an incredibly shit father and this kid will have some heavy baggage when he gets older and make that known to the world like every child of celebs who have shit parents like just wait until he gets tik tok or emancipates himself from the tomlinsons OR you can go with the actual reality of the situation which is louis doesn’t hang around f bcos that’s not his kid and he is being raised by his real fam.