#oh gd here we go

[chicago-geniza]

so like. how bad is The Economy. i know some of you are Economy Understanders. can you explain it to me not necessarily like i'm 5 but like i'm a medium stupid adult with zero practical or theoretical knowledge of economics. i don't know what the line on the stock market graph represents and i don't actually understand what "stocks" are in the abstract

[keeps-ache]

updated my phone and they changed Multiple things about how my phone was setup and i can't find any way to change it back. likely one of the smaller reasons i've considered violence but a reason nontheless

[ozsvessalius]

i have to make appointments & also let my doctor know id rather continue one of the new meds she put me on bc it actually helped but ive been completely unmedicated for 2 fucking days & the thought of doing Anything makes me wanna throw up im so over being a person

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (4)

summary: 'kissing someone else is not cheating' prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

It started as a stupid joke.

You were at a rooftop party, warm summer air mixing with the scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume, lounging with your friends while Jiyong had wandered off to grab more drinks.

And then, someone brought up a ridiculous argument.

“You know what would be hilarious?” your best friend smirked, already three cocktails deep. “If you said, ‘Kissing someone else isn’t cheating’ in front of Jiyong. I bet he’d have a whole crisis.”

The group laughed - because, yeah, Jiyong had mellowed out over the years, but there was still that possessive streak lurking beneath the surface.

“No way,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Come on! He’ll probably write a whole song about it.”

“It’ll be fun,” another friend urged, grinning. “Let’s just see what he does.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling dramatically. “Fine. Whatever.”

Just then, Jiyong reappeared, two drinks in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in a silk blouse and hat. He slipped into the space beside you with a sweet smile.

This was your moment.

“Well,” you started casually, trying to avoid your friends eager eyes, “I guess it wouldn’t be… cheating if it’s just a kiss.”

His head snapped up.

His eyes locked onto yours.

“…Oh really,” he said after a beat, jaw tensing. "I see."

And then -

That was it.

No protest. No argument. No reaction at all.

He just took a sip from his straw, looking away, completely unfazed.

You blinked. Wait. What?

You had expected an immediate rebuttal, a scoff, an exasperated sigh - something.

But no. He was just calmly accepting this absolute nonsense like it was nothing.

Now you were the one panicking.

You turned to your friends, who were equally thrown off. They shrugged helplessly but kept up with the changing conversation whilst you spiralled.

Jiyong stayed for another moment, then quietly excused himself, slipping off into the crowd.

You watched him disappear, a strange feeling settling in your chest.

"Don't worry," your friend nudged you. "He's probably just brushing it off. He can be defensive."

So you let it go.

For a little while.

Until -

“Oh, shit.”

The girls grew silent and you turned your head, following their intrigued gaze.

Because the man returning to you was not your husband.

Gone was the headscarf and hat, leaving his hair tousled to perfection. His buttoned-up shirt was now loosened at the top, collarbone and tattoos peeking through.

And his usual fruity cocktail - replaced by a glass of straight rum.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your stomach flipped.

He was walking - slower, smoother, more confident than ever, no, not confident. Cocky.

The way he carried himself, the way his dark eyes swept the room like he owned it - this was not the man who shied away from attention.

This was the man who had pursued you years ago.

Dangerous. Sexy. Intense.

Your breath hitched.

He strolled right up to where you stood - a neglected cigarette left to burn between your fingertips, and he tilted his head slightly, gaze hooded, lips curving into the faintest smirk.

“So,” he murmured, swiping the cigarette from your loose grasp. “You come here often?”

You blinked up at him, completely thrown off. “Um… yeah. We come here all the time?"

He hummed, slipping the cigarette between his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke away.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes dragged over you with a look that sent a thrill straight through you.

He took a sip of his drink, licking his lips, before asking,

“You and your boyfriend?”

What.

You squinted at him. “No… my husband?”

His smirk deepened.

“Where is he?”

You stared.

And then -

It clicked.

He wasn’t Jiyong right now.

He was GDragon.

Oh my god.

The hot, intense, arrogant rapper you had fallen for years ago? The one who had chased you down with that insane, magnetic energy?

Yeah.

He was back.

And your friends?

They were losing their minds.

You heard one of them whispered to another, “Holy shit, he’s doing a bit.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Jiyong - no, GDragon - was watching you, waiting.

So you played along.

“…He’s around,” you said slowly, lips curling into a smile. “Why? You interested?”

He grinned, leaning closer.

“I don’t do relationships,” he murmured, reaching forward to pass you back the cigarette. His fingers lingered.

“But you… You're a temptation.”

Oh.

Oh, this was bad.

Because you were very, very into this.

Your pulse was racing, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

The rest of the night was a game.

He stayed in character.

You tried to match him.

It was exciting - the flirting, the teasing, the tension.

It felt like you had been thrown back in time, back to the nights where he was chasing you, back to when he was untouchable and untamed and entirely too much.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, when usually you two would leave and go home to your cats - cozying up on the couch. But he had dragged you along when everyone piled into the car, heading to a downtown club.

A club.

It had been years since you two spent all night touching and dancing, sneaking off to the side to kiss against a wall like no one was watching.

You tried to keep up.

You really did.

But when you finally got home?

The moment you stepped inside, you collapsed onto the couch, kicking off your heels with a groan.

Your husband chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

You turned your head, half-lidded, exhausted, but still burning.

“…I think we’re getting old.”

His grin widened.

And then -

He scooped you up effortlessly.

“I’ve got about twenty minutes of GDragon left in me before I need my pyjamas and cuddles.” His voice was low and teasing. “That long enough?”

You swallowed.

“…Hell yeah.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you but just before he kissed you, you hesitated.

“Wait,” you murmured, arms around his neck. “You know I don’t actually believe that, right?”

His eyes softened.

Jiyong kissed your forehead, slow and tender.

“Jagi,” he whispered. “We’ve been together nearly ten years.”

He looked down at you, eyes full of knowing.

“I know.”

Because of course, he knew.

You two were connected.

Always.

He lips then found yours - hard and possessive.

And just like that, you were done for.

Because even after all these years, the darker side of your husband was still there.

And damn it, you loved it.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were at some fancy dinner party, champagne glasses clinking, warm conversations buzzing around you.

And the topic of the table?

What counts as cheating?

Your friends were going back and forth, debating, until someone turned to you.

“What do you thinkm, y/n? If it’s just a kiss, is it really cheating?”

You barely had time to react before your best friend nudged you, grinning.

“C’mon, say it. I dare you.”

You laughed.

You knew this was a trap.

Seunghyun was sitting right beside you, leisurely sipping his wine, not caring to indulge in the conversation though still entertained. But his tensed frame told you that he was listening intently.

You thought about it.

Then - for fun, just to tease him - you shrugged.

“I mean…” You exhaled dramatically. “I guess it wouldn’t really be cheating - ”

Pfft.

Seunghyun made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, eyes flicking to you in amused disbelief.

“You can try,” he said smoothly, setting his wine glass down.

His voice was low, velvety, and incredibly confident.

Then he added -

“…Not like I’d ever let someone get the chance.”

You raised your brow.

The conversation continued to flow around you but something about the way he said it sent a little shiver down your spine.

Because Seunghyun was usually the calm, reserved type. He wasn’t the jealous, reactive boyfriend.

At least… not outwardly.

But tonight?

Well.

The moment he made that little comment, his entire energy shifted.

Suddenly, Seunghyun was on guard.

You didn’t even notice it at first.

But the next time someone came up to you to start a conversation, Seunghyun was just… there.

Like a shadow.

Standing so close, his presence looming, quiet but firm.

And when the guy in front of you hesitated - eyes flicking between you and your tall boyfriend - you realised.

Seunghyun was blocking you.

A human wall.

No one was getting through.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

The longer the night went on, the worse it got.

He wasn’t letting anyone near you.

You moved? He moved.

You reached for a drink? He grabbed it for you.

Someone tried to say hello? Seunghyun’s arm was already around your waist.

Usually, he wasn’t one for public affection.

But tonight?

Oh, he was all over you.

A hand on your lower back.

Fingers trailing along your arm.

His lips brushing your neck as he leaned in to murmur something about how “this party is getting boring, isn’t it, Princess?”

He wasn’t worried.

At all.

Because he was your big, scary, intimidating boyfriend.

And he could just… whisk you away whenever he wanted.

Which, apparently - he would.

Because at one point, mid-conversation, you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

What the - ?!

You barely had time to process before Seunghyun lifted you under the arms like you were a stray kitten and just moved you.

Like you weighed nothing.

“Seunghyun!” you gasped, laughing as he carried you a few steps away before placing you down like it was nothing.

He smirked, completely unbothered.

“What?” he asked, voice deep and amused.

You gawked at him, still half-laughing. “You just - moved me! Like a child!”

His brow raised slightly, eyes twinkling.

“Well,” he shrugged, tilting his head, voice dropping -

“I wasn’t about to let him finish that conversation.”

Your stomach flipped.

And that was when you realised -

He wasn’t playing around.

Possessive T.O.P had fully taken over.

Your fingers curled slightly against his chest, voice softer now.

“You know I wouldn’t actually ever do that, right?”

His eyes flicked over your face - sharp, unreadable.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing just past your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Shall I remind you why?"

You sucked in a breath.

Oh.

Oh, you really, really liked that.

And from the way his smirk deepened -

He knew.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

The car ride home was loud - music playing, voices overlapping, the leftover energy of the night buzzing between all of you.

It had been a great night out, full of laughter, drinks, and just enough teasing touches between you and Daesung to make your heart race.

And then, someone in the front seat casually threw out the question:

“So, do you guys think kissing someone else counts as cheating?”

The car exploded with reactions -

“OF COURSE.”

“Duh???”

“Well, actually, it depends - ”

Daesung chuckled along with everyone, but his gaze fell to you.

Waiting.

Watching.

And when you decided not to chip into the conversation his expression dropped.

Still new in your relationship, he was tuned in to every little thing about you - every glance, every shift of your expression, every small hesitation.

And you?

You had hesitated for a second too long.

You could feel Daesung’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

But before you could answer, the conversation moved on.

The car filled with more chatter and laughter, but Daesung?

Daesung fell silent, eyes focused on the moving city beyond the tinted window.

When the car pulled up to your apartment, your roommates got out, saying their goodbyes.

You turned to Daesung.

“I'm still staying with you tonight, right?”

He nodded.

But something was off.

The usual warmth in his face had faded.

Instead, he was staring at his phone, brows furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the screen.

You tilted your head.

“…You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice too casual. “Just… tired.”

"Well, you did out do everyone at karaoke." You smile, patting his thigh and letting it rest there. Your boyfriend had practically given your roommates a full concert and they loved it.

You were so happy your boyfriend and friends seemed to get along. And they loved even more when his private driver showed up to collect everyone, saving the group a trip home in the rain.

Once at his place, the two of you slowly wound down - changing into comfortable clothes, playing soft music.

But Daesung?

Still quiet.

He was fidgety, fixated on his phone, tugging his hair and covering his lower face as he intently stared at the screen in his hand.

The tension was killing you.

So you joined him on the sofa and bumped your knee against his.

“Wanna make cookies?”

His head slowly lifted.

“…Cookies?”

You grinned. “Yeah. You love cookies. And you always boast you make the best."

For the first time since the car ride, he smiled.

“Okay.”

Thirty minutes later and Daesung stood at the counter, hands completely covered in dough.

“…This can’t be right,” he muttered, frowning at the sticky mess between his fingers.

You laughed, grabbing his phone. “Let me check the recipe - ”

You weren’t prepared for what you saw.

Because his recent search history?

help I think my girlfriend wants to break up with me how to stop your soulmate from breaking up with you my heart hurts - is this normal or am I dying??? can you have a heart attack at 27?

You blinked.

Then you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Daesung stiffened.

“…What?”

You turned to him, holding up the phone.

“Baby…” you cooed, fighting back a grin. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?”

His eyes darted to the phone.

Then his hands.

Then the phone.

Then back at you.

He was trapped.

Hands covered in wet dough, unable to grab the phone or defend himself.

“…Maybe,” he mumbled, looking down at the failed mixture.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, my sweet, love.” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I would never do that to you.”

His shoulders relaxed, exhaling loudly.

“…Really?”

“Of course.” You kissed him again, smiling. “You’re my favourite person.”

His face broke into a bright, relieved grin. You leaned closer once more and - instinctively - he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

Except.

His hands were still covered in wet dough.

You yelped, jerking back.

“DAE - !”

His eyes widened in horror.

“Oh -OH NO - ”

But it was too late.

His doughy, flour-covered fingers had left a big, smudged handprint on your cheek.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

And then -

You both cracked up laughing.

Falling into each other, breathless and giggling, the earlier tension completely gone.

He then sat you on the counter, grabbing a soft towel. And as he wiped your face clean - pressing a hundred tiny kisses all over to make up for it - you realised something.

Daesung might be sensitive, a total over thinker, and a little dramatic…

But he was also the sweetest, most loveable person ever.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

damn lover boys was highly requested - sorry i've been slow with it! hope you enjoy loves <3

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[passionxwrites]

Summer Romance 2

Pairings: ModernAU! Elias “Stack” Moore x BlackOC! (Cymone) x ModernAU! Elijah “Smoke” Moore

Warnings: MDNI, Cursing, use of the N-Word, Suggestive language, some flirting

Word Count: 4.0K

Masterlist

Smoke

Bookbag got the big pump

Like high school, you can get jumped

Can’t play me like a weak punk

Bend it over lemme see some

Bitch I’m a monsta, dumpin niggas like a Tonka

GD crazy like my uncle

“And you know what, we shoulda known Punkin was gone have all that body. Her mama had ass too.”

Smoke was snatched from his thoughts due to Stacks dumbass rambling yet again. He hadn’t shut up since the party at the park last week. Granted Smoke was just as in awe as him but damn she wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

She was on his mind though.

He had bigger fish to fry since they had finally bought back the house they grew up in and had officially settled back into being home. Now it was time to take over the city like they always grew up dreaming about.

“Whatever happened to her mama anyway,” Stack asked absentmindedly.

“Last I heard she was on that shit and wouldn’t get clean. Probably somewhere still on it,” Smoke finally answered as he observed his twin in the mirror.

“Make my shit straight bitch ass nigga,” he said to Stack with a smirk as his brother began lining him up.

Stack had always been the twin that was big on appearances so he was the one who learned how to cut their hair after they moved. He also bought most of they clothes cause if Smoke was left alone to get his own shit he would wear white tees and jeans everyday.

“I should make that shit crooked on purpose since you wanna play.”

Smoke let out a low chuckle before the music paused and the sound of buzzing filled the room. His eyes located Stacks phone on the sink counter.

Mary

“Uh oh, it’s the single white female,” Smoke said with a light chuckle knowing it would piss his brother off.

“Shut the fuck up damn,” Stack muttered with an attitude as he snatched his phone from the sink and ignored the call.

“I told you to leave that bitch alone but you wouldn’t listen. Now she obsessed with you.”

“She need to be obsessed with her damn husband and leave me alone. She don’t even live out here no more. Heard he moved her ass to a big ass house in Madison.”

“Gotta stop hitting that button with every woman you lay with potna.”

“Nigga please. I always gotta hit the button,” he said as he proceeded to finish cutting Smoke's hair like what he said was normal.

Smoke only shook his head as he looked at the reflection of him and Stack in the bathroom mirror. Since he was the oldest he always grew up trying to protect Stack whether it was from they own daddy or from niggas in the neighborhood. The problem was Stack could never shut the fuck up for his own good sometimes. He was always running off at the mouth to any and everybody and although now he was old enough to protect himself and could, Smoke was gone always be there ten toes behind him.

“Let’s hurry this shit up so we can meet up with Duke and Boom.”

They had finally found a spot downtown to put their club in and they had a meeting with the old owner to read over the contracts and sign on the dotted line. It was this building that sat smack dab in the middle of the city. It used to be a sawmill way back in the day in the 1930s and it was owned by some white folks. The twins not only wanted the place because of the good business they would get but also because they wanted to be the first black owners of the place. With the help of their childhood homeboy Lawrence “Boom” Jenkins, who was also their lawyer, they knew the building was basically theirs.

“Aight nigga damn. You always rushing sibling bonding time.”

“We can do that shit later. We got business to handle first and after that we need to go by Miss Etta Jean’s and take a look at her dishwasher.”

Stack continued to huff and puff but he eventually finished up Smoke’s cut and they both got dressed and headed over to the sawmill. Once they got there they saw Boom and Duke already standing outside talking.

“How yall boys doin,” Smoke spoke in greeting as he dapped both of the men up.

“Shittt, ready to get this place so we can get this crackin ya feel me,” Duke spoke as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“Yeah, where this man at cause I’m on a tight schedule today,” Boom said while looking at his watch.

“There he go right there.”

The group of men looked up as a sleek all black Mercedes Benz S 580 pulled into the parking lot. Once the car came to a stop none other than Porter Keyes stepped out. Porter was your everyday preppy white boy who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth from a fortune that was more than likely built off the backs of slaves. The sawmill had been in his family for centuries yet they hadn’t done a damn thing with it. They were instead too busy building up the whiter parts of Mississippi. When Smoke reached out to him about buying the building Porter all but jumped at the opportunity to finally have it off his hands.

The white man eagerly exited the car with his own lawyer in tow, a stuffy looking older white man, and walked up to the four men with a smile etched across his face.

“Gentleman, let’s make some history shall we,” he spoke as he beckoned the group on to go unlock the door.

They entered the building and Smoke walked around as he began picturing the place filled with bodies on the dance floor, people buying drinks and folks just having a good time. This place was everything he could have dreamed of.

“So! Here I have the title and the deed to the building as well as the contract,” shot out Porter as his lawyer pulled all of the documents from his briefcase and handed them to Boom to read over. After about 30 minutes of Boom thoroughly reading the contract and making sure the deed and the title were legit he gave a nod to the twins.

“Let’s sign,” Smoke spoke simply as he grabbed a pen from the table they were all standing around. Him, Stack, and Porter all signed solidifying the deal.

“I can’t thank you guys for finally taking this place off my hands.”

“Nah thank you bruh and don’t worry, we gone take real good care of this place,” Stack said with his signature grin as he wrapped an arm around his brother.

“What y’all plan to do with this old gal if you don’t mind me asking,” Porter inquired as he slid his shades back onto his face.

“We gone make this here a club. Calling it Club Juke after the Juke Joint our grandaddy owned way back,” Smoke said with a lil pride in his chest. His granddaddy was a true business man. Somebody to really look up to and be proud of. The twins had always idolized the man, taking every step they could to be just like him and they had just about done it.

“Hm, a club. Well I hope it works out for you fellas. Any questions just give me a ring,” and with that Porter and his lawyer were out of the door leaving the twins, Boom, and Duke.

“Mannn I’m so excited for this shit here ju. I can picture opening night already! It’s gone be so many bad bitches in here and you know with bad bitches gone come all the niggas wanting to spend some change. This gone be a gold mine,” Duke said excitedly as he all but bounced off the walls.

“We need niggas to spend more than change to make a profit. Before all that we need to get a liquor license, cooks for the chicken, and some employees. You still gone have your boys on security?”

“Yeah I done already prepped em on what they have to do. They just waiting on the word.”

“Good, good. Everything go right and we’ll be in business in about three weeks,” Smoke said as he looked down at his phone to check the time.

“Shit, we need to get over by your grandma. I promised her we would look at her dishwasher since your simple ass broke it.”

Duke immediately huffed at Smoke with a roll of his eyes.

“I told her I aint know nothing bout fixing no dishwasher anyway. I sell drugs I aint no damn handyman,” Duke complained as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Damn shame. Them D.A.R.E niggas would be real disappointed in yo ass. You was they favorite student back in the day,” Stack spoke as he shook his head causing the room to erupt in laughter.

Cymone

Cymone sat upright in her bed as she focused on the tedious task of painting her toenails white. Her favorite nail tech down at the shop was out sick til the next week and she refused to let anybody else touch her feet or hands so she had to lock in and do it herself. Just as she had finished and begun to let them dry the doorbell rang making her cuss under her breath.

“Somebody always coming round here at the wrong time man,” the girl fussed as she waddled down the stairs and to the front door. She looked at the alarm camera that sat on the table next to it and rolled her eyes.

“Of course it’s tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum,” she mumbled while unlocking the door and coming face to face with her two nightmares.

“I heard that shit. Yo ass never could whisper,” Stack said with that same grin on his face. A part of her wanted to slap it off his face but Stack liked to wrestle and she wasn't in the mood for all that.

“Whatever nigga. What y’all want and no we are not donating to the Broke Ass Nigga Fund.”

“Glad it aint no broke ass niggas round here. Yo grandma asked for us to come take a look at her dishwasher. Said it’s leaking water,” Smoke finally spoke up from behind his brother. She put her eyes on him which made her notice they both had recently got a haircut.

They look aight but I’ll never tell em that.

Cymone stayed propped against the door frame as she observed them through the screen door before finally letting them in. They weren’t lying because the dishwasher had been broken for about a month now and it had gotten worse after Duke called himself looking at it two weeks ago. She also knew Ganny had probably asked the twins to take a look because they would always fix on stuff around the house before they left. Cymone was also tired of being the dishwasher so if they could fix it she had no problems with letting em do it. She walked further into the house leading them to the kitchen before turning to see Stack holding a medium sized brown teddy bear and Smoke holding a big ass bouquet of roses.

Did they have that with them the whole time?

She must have been too focused on their faces to notice them obviously hiding something behind their backs. Half of her wanted to coo at the obvious “I’m sorry,” gifts but the other half was still pissed and that half was calling all of the shots right now. Cymone scrunched her face a little as she folded her arms at the two men.

“What? This supposed to soften me up,” she accused as her attitude heightened, ready to start a war if she needed to.

“Nah, you ain't gone never be soft. This just something to say sorry for how we left,” Smoke being the first to speak up.

She continued to hold them under her narrowed gaze before it softened just a little. She leaned forward and took notice of the roses being yellow, her favorite color. They still remembered her favorite color after all of these years. Something in her stomach stirred and she decided to finally end her reign of terror against them. She could never stay mad at em for long anyway.

“Well, thank you. It’s about time y’all learned how to apologize,” she said as her tone lightened up while taking the gifts from them.

“But y’all aint off the hook just yet. Still got a lil mo ass to kiss,” she said as she began to walk the gifts up to her room.

“That’s a lot of ass,” she heard one of them mutter, probably Stack’s degenerate ass, before a pop sounded off.

“Shut up nigga.”

Cymone smirked a little as she finally made it to her room. She sat the flowers on her dresser making a mental note to get one of Ganny’s vases to put them in and she sat the bear in the middle of her bed. Her attention was then drawn to her phone buzzing loudly noticing on her nightstand. Of course it was nobody but Reana calling. She snatched the phone from the charger and quickly hit answer knowing her girl hated to wait long for somebody to answer her call.

“House of beauty this is Cutie,” she jokingly greeted while laying across her bed.

“I’m finna come over so you can help me figure out what to wear on my date,” Reana rambled without even giving a formal greetung. Cymone took note of her flustered tone and the shuffling in her background which was a sign that she was probably running around her room like a chicken with her head cut off.

“What fucking date,” Cymone asked while sitting up in her bed. The two girls had talked everyday and almost every hour of the day and Reana had never mentioned anything about a date.

“Uhhhh soo you know yesterday I was at work and Sammie annoying ass came in there messing with me right?”

“Yes, what that gotta do with anything?”

“Welllll, we might have made a bet that if he could bench press 250 pounds I would finally let him take me on a date. Low and behold his ass is actually really strong for his size.”

Cymone sat there for a second slightly bewildered before she burst into laughter. She was laughing so hard tears were running down her face. Sammie was known around as the town player. He was the type of nigga that changed bitches like he changed his drawls. He was never one to keep a girl around for long but he had been sniffing after Reana something serious for years now. Her girl would never give him the time of day because she knew how he was and she aint have time to be knocking Sammie’s head between the washer and the dryer because he wanted to play with her so she always kept her distance. Cymone knew one day he would finally find a way to get her because he was clever like his cousins and it looked like he had finally succeeded but she knew this date was not gone go how he was probably hoping.

“Stop laughing damn! I’m mad enough,” Reana blew out angrily.

“Girl don’t get huffy with me, it aint my fault. Yo ass need to stop betting people too. You ain’t no damn gambler.”

“Whatever man. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” and with that Reana hung up the phone in her face making Cymone laugh once again.

“Girl always getting herself into something like a toddler.”

Knowing that Reana was on the way, Cymone decided to go downstairs and wait for her and maybe also see how the twins were doing with the dishwasher. You know, just to make sure they were actually down there working.

Once she made it downstairs she rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Smoke leaned over in the dishwasher and Stack standing beside him holding a flashlight. She stepped into the kitchen and walked to the refrigerator deciding to pull out some cut up watermelon. After putting some into a bowl she lifted herself onto the counter and began snacking.

“Y’all know what y’all doing,” she asked knowing full well that they did but it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t find a way to aggravate them in some form or fashion. Smoke was the only one who would seem annoyed by her but say nothing. Stack always wanted to argue back cause he forever had something slick to say.

“You supposed to be sitting on that counter,” Smoke shot back as he looked at her from the corner of his eye.

Cymone rolled her eyes at him before throwing another cube of watermelon into her mouth and then licking her fingers. As she pulled the last finger from her mouth she made eye contact with Stack who had been staring her down since her ass made contact with the counter. She smirked a little before flipping her middle finger at him.

“Take a picture next time. It’ll last longer.”

“You gone stay like that while I go get my camera,” Stack asked as his smirk matched hers causing Cymone to squint her eyes. The nigga literally always had something to say. She continued to stare at him until she heard the doorbell ring indicating that Reana had made it to the house.

“You always running that mouth Stack. Be a shame if somebody put some real use to it,” she said as she hopped off the counter and sauntered to the door while also doing what nobody could ever do, she had Stack speechless.

Stack

“I thought I’d never see the day somebody shut yo ass up,” Smoke said with a chuckle as he stood from the floor.

Stack could only shake his head as a smirk slowly began to form on his face.

“Guess Punkin aint the same Punkin no more like Duke said,” he said as thoughts began to swirl in his head and none of them were clean.

“Nah she aint,” making Stack turn to his brother and squint his eyes.

“Nigga I know that look!”

“Shut yo loud ass up. What fucking look?”

“That you intrigued look. Like you wanna see what Punkin talking bout,” Stack accused as he folded his arms.

“You got the same damn look nigga! If anything yo ass got the you intrigued actions,” Smoke said while walking up on his brother, looking him up and down.

“I’m Stack baby. I’m always intrigued by a woman,” he said with a chuckle making his brother scoff and brush past him heading out of the kitchen.

Stack followed him into the living room where they saw Cymone sitting on the couch and her friend sitting in the middle of the floor with a pair of shoes in each hand and two outfits laid out on the floor. Stack took the liberty to sit on one side of Cymone while Smoke took the other side basically sandwiching the poor girl in between them.

“What y’all in here doing,” Stack asked as he watched Smoke snatch the remote from Cymone’s hand and switch the channel from whatever reality tv show she was watching to a football game. Cymone quickly frowned her face up and thumped him upside the head causing him to grab her hand.

“Don’t put yo hands on me,” he gruffed while throwing her hand back into her lap.

“Don’t come in here snatching shit out my hand in my house!”

“Will y’all shut up damn. Somebody answer my question,” Stack asked again before they could start up into an argument.

“Reana got a date with y’all slow ass cousin.”

“Who? Sammie?”

“Yes,” Reana answered begrudgingly from the floor with a roll of her eyes.

“Don’t do my boy like that. He gone wine and dine ya real nice,” Stack answered with a little laugh knowing how his cousin could get down when he was pursuing somebody.

“That’s fine. A bitch love a free meal but that don’t mean I’m coming off no ass. I will be going home right after we eat,” she stated matter of factly while wagging her finger in the air.

“Yeah, okay. Um, you gone cook something,” Stack asked as he turned his attention back to Cymone while wrapping his arm around her shoulder. The girl immediately turned to him in disbelief.

“Why are y’all still here,” she exasperated while leaning from his arm causing her to lay onto Smoke’s chest.

Just as Stack was about to answer her question with something smart his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He held up a finger at Cymone as he pulled his phone out his pocket and quickly wished he hadn’t when he saw the name on the screen.

Mary. Again.

Stack frustratedly blew out a breath as he hit the ignore button for the umpteenth time just for her to immediately call back causing him to power the whole phone off altogether. He then turned to see Cymone looking at him quizzically being that she was watching him the whole time.

“Why Mary blowing your phone up like that?”

Stack only turned his head and purse his lips cause he didn’t wanna tell her or Reana that he slipped up and fucked Mary, a little too good, right before he left causing the woman to become obsessed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Reana’s mouth drop and soon after he heard Smoke chuckling. He turned his head back to Cymone to see her leaned further into Smoke with her eyes wide and hand on her chest as if she was offended.

“Did you fuck Mary Elias?”

He cringed at her calling his government name cause she only said it when she was mad or disappointed in him. He could tell in this situation it was definitely the latter of the two. Everybody round here knew the type of girl Mary was. She was one of them white girls that stayed in the hood posted up round niggas hanging on to the lil drop of black she had in her blood cause her granddaddy was mixed. She had already been hit by so many niggas in the hood before him, word was she was tryna have a mixed baby, so he didn’t think she was gone be so hung up on him all these years after.

“Yeah man, damn,” he finally answered as he ran his hand down his face.

“That’s a damn shame you let that squirrel ass hoe get to you. You back here laughing, did you fuck her too,” Cymone asked as she turned her accusatory gaze to Smoke who was still surprisingly cracking up.

“Nah. I’m lactose intolerant,” causing Stack to squint his eyes at his brother.

“It was a mistake and it only happened one time. I don’t give a damn bout that girl and I don’t know why her married ass keep calling me.”

“You must have really put it on her Stack. Gots to be mo careful baby boy,” Cymone said with a fake pout on her pretty lips and she rubbed his back.

“I’m just a man who likes to take care of the woman he lay with,” he remarked as he looked Cymone right in the eyes, noticing her freeze up.

She immediately leaned up and cleared her throat before turning her attention to Reana who had been watching the three of them with a little smirk on her face.

“Girl come on and let’s go upstairs so we can figure out your outfit,” Cymone said and she stood from the couch and all but snatched Reana from the floor to head upstairs to her room.

Stack leaned back on the couch with a grin wide as the Mississippi River. He had gotten her back for her mouth in the kitchen.

“Checkmate.”

Note: Sorry for the wait guys. My plan was to have this part out by Friday but life kept getting in the way chile but here is part 2!! Next part will more than likely only be from Cymone's point of view and she adjusts to her feelings for the twins and not to mention Rashad is still around. Also it’s so hard finding pictures of Michael with hair so just know that Stack has a short fro and Smoke has waves. Let me know what y'all and think I hope y'all enjoy! Also let me know if you would like to be tagged. See ya next time!

Tag List: @angryflowerwitch @cleo92bitch-i-am-old @reci1996 @hoodpr1ncessdiana @cerya @rose-bliss @thickemadame

[makeitworse]

MISSING YOU

ji-yong wants you back bad— and he couldn’t be any more obvious about it.

your pov | ft. @aizshallnotbefound . ݁₊ contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. social media au collab. relationship timeline. angst to fluff.

notes: 300 follower special. thank you for all the love ♡ here’s something zenny and i cooked up together! (make sure to check out her part too)

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2ne1_updates Y/n photographed with rumoured boyfriend G-Dragon at Chanel Cruise 2015/16 Show in Seoul. 4 May 2015

user okay so they’re not even hiding it anymore user Y/N LIKED THE POST OMG?! user my otp ❤️❤️

xxxibgdrgn ✓  “Act III, M.O.T.T.E” in #LA 17 July 2017

user wasn’t y/n in LA?? did anyone see her at the concert? user i don’t think she went.. user is it just me or has he been losing weight? :(

xxxibgdrgn ✓

13 August 2017

user pls just post a pic with y/n user are you doing okay jiyongi?

r/bigbang [Discussion] GD and y/n break up

according to Dispatch they’re over. what do you guys think? i really hope it’s not true.

user i heard she hasn’t been going to his MOTTE concerts. listen to the new album too, sounds like he’s lonely. ╰ user his instagram posts too? he just seems so sad lately.

user i’m not believing anything until YG releases an official statement

user well y/n hasn’t been very active since 2ne1 got disbanded last year. they must just be going through a rough patch.

gd.daily GD seen deleting posts on his private account peaceminusone following rumours of breakup with former 2ne1 member y/n. 4 January 2018

user y/n’s been removing anything gd related from her page too. they’re really over 😭😭 user NOT MY PARENTS NO user pls say sike rn im so serious.

xxxibgdrgn ✓ Please take care of me this year, kid😿 everything will be fine😌 9 January 2018

user the caption 😢😢 user is this confirmation that they’re over?? user looks like it :( user guys i commented asking about the breakup on y/n’s account and she blocked me. brb gonna go cry

vipnewss GD hanging out with CL last night 🍒 14 July 2024

user my y/n x gd heart is screaming at this user CL PLS BRING Y/N AND GD BACK TOGETHER 🙏 user does this mean y/n and gd could be talking again?? 👀 user watch out she might block u LOL

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chaelincl ✓ Reconnecting from where we Started 25 July 2024

_minzy_mz ✓ 🔥🔥 user gd liked!! user yall they both moved on, leave them alone user the queens are backkk

xxxibgdrgn ✓

29 July 2024

user he def posting this after seeing the paparazzi photos 🤣 user aww jealous much jiyong? user gd chill out bro y/n has a man 😭🙏

gd.daily GD at MAMA awards caught looking at where 2ne1 was seated. 25 November 2024

user WE ARE SO BACK user he was SO looking at y/n omg user didn’t y/n have a bf?? user not confirmed. but who wouldn’t date gd instead

xxxibgdrgn ✓ 🗿Übermensch ➦ 2025.02.25🚩 8 February

user anyone else think this album will be about y/n… user ibelongiiu will be his eyes nose lips i’m calling it now emmiesoverthemoon i want u fine shyt (don’t tell my gfs)

gdrgnupdates GD via his instagram story 280225 28 February

user his dramatic ass posting this the same day as y/n’s post with her guy bsf lmao user oh so he wants her back BAD huh user THE THIRST TRAP W/ BONAMANA IM CRYINGGG user can she just text him back already💀

bigbang__vip jiyong, daesung and youngbae hanging out last night! (cr: fakesickness) 7 March

user surprise bigbang return at ubermensch tour?? user y/n was just on zip daesung omg… no way they’re not in contact rn user “daesung, can you hook me up w y/n’s new number?” -gd probably

xxxibgdrgn ✓

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9 March

user ik he was giggling n kicking his feet when y/n finally liked one of his posts user y/n ignoring all of his thirst traps but liking a pic of his cats is so funny user he got custody of the kids in the divorce 💔

jiyongsthighs i’m beginning to notice a pattern here… 13 March

user yeah there’s literally no way they’re not back tg. user soft launch icons user OTP IS ALIVE AND BREATHING 🌹🌼

G-Dragon & Y/n Allegedly Back Together

NEWS 15 March 2025

This morning, G-Dragon posted a picture to Instagram of what fans recognised to be 2ne1 member (and rumoured former girlfriend) Y/n holding his cat, Lye.

It seems he had intended to post it on his “secret” private account instead, as the post was promptly deleted— though not before netizens could capture screenshots.

Speculation about the couple began in 2015, supported by numerous sightings, matching accessories, and hints on their social medias.

Following 2ne1’s disbandment in 2016, break-up rumours started circulating during GD’s ‘M.O.T.T.E’ Tour in 2017. Fans noticed that Y/n had been absent from any concerts, as well as posts on GD’s socials alluding to being lonely.

However, fans began to hope for a potential reunion, after 2ne1 and GD both announced their 2024 comebacks from hiatus.

Speculation spread like wildfire at possible contact between the two— which was all but confirmed with (not so) subtle hints of each other in their posts.

Now, the return of their romance has been practically announced by GD in his now-deleted Instagram post.

vipnewss GD & Y/n spotted shopping yesterday ❣️ 18 March

user she heard gyro-drop n unblocked him LMAO user idk who to be jealous of but i’m sick user war is over…. it’s been 7 years…

tags: @lightinbug @michelllleee @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @ttturnitup @pinkpunkdynamite @heartubeatusalon @breakmeoff

[petersasteria]

Hey, It's Been A While (2) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: GD x Reader Summary: long time partners that don't have the same goal Warning: delulu!ji-yong

A/N: thank you all for showing so much love on my first ever ji-yong fic! I'm ever-so flattered that many of you have asked for part 2. As promised, here it is. Lmk what you think! This is Ji-yong's P.O.V from part 1.

Kwon Ji-yong wasn't the type to show his feelings. He just dealt with it privately and most of the time, on his own. However, that changed when he told Daesung and Taeyang about your breakup. Oh, he was immensely heart broken. He was so close to pulling the same thing Taeyang did to win Min Hyo-rin back, but he didn't. He knew that whatever he did, nothing would bring you back to him.

"I thought I was being clear..." Ji-yong spoke in a soft voice as Daesung sat next to him on the floor. Ever since the break up, Taeyang and Daesung decided it would be best to take turns in looking after him because he didn't have you anymore. Tonight was Daesung's turn. They both sat in Ji-yong's dimly lit room with Ji-yong finding comfort on the cold floor.

"Well, Ji-yong, I hate to say it, but it was all a misunderstanding in the first place." Daesung said cautiously, not knowing how his best friend would react. "You know, sometimes our goals really don't align with the person we love, and that's okay."

"So..." Ji-yong trailed off. "She won't come back?" His voice cracked as he started sobbing again. His lips quivered and his shoulders shook, it scared Daesung because he had never seen him so... broken before. Daesung pulled him in for a big embrace and he just held him until he calmed down.

"Ji, maybe she will, maybe she won't. It's really up to both of you. I mean, if you really want her back, you have to do something. Right now, I just think she needs space."

"How do you know what she likes? You didn't date her, I did!" Ji-yong snapped at him, breaking free from the hug.

Daesung sighed, "I know you did. I'm just saying, you both need your time to heal before one of you does something. You can't think straight right now, Ji. If you say or do something, she might get overwhelmed and she probably wouldn't want to see you. After all, you just told her that you didn't believe in marriage while she did."

"But what if she doesn't want me back?" Ji-yong asked him, fear creeping throughout his body and he didn't like it one bit.

"Well, fate is twisted. If she doesn't want you back, then you guys were probably just meant to meet to build each other up, but not be together forever." Daesung confessed sadly. "Let's not think about that now. If you want her back, do you really want Y/N to see you like this? I'm sure she'd love to see the Kwon Ji-yong she loves, not the snot-filled, puffy-eyed Ji-yong." He lightened the mood, which was successful considering Ji-yong laughed a little bit.

"You're right." Ji-yong chuckled as he wiped his tears and ran a hand through his hair.

"I mean if I were Y/N and you walked in my apartment looking like that to take me back, I'd be scared! I'd be like, 'who is this gremlin?!'." Daesung joked and nudged his shoulder a bit, making Ji-yong laugh even more.

"Thanks, Dae. I appreciate it." Ji-yong smiled softly, patting his friend on the back.

-

A year after your breakup, Ji-yong heard from Taeyang that you started dating someone else.

"WHAT?!?!" Ji-yong reacted. "She was supposed to be with ME!!!"

"Ji-"

"Are you sure you sent her the flowers I asked you to send?"

"I'm not your assistant, but yes."

"Are you sure you picked the loveliest card in the store? I knew I should've gotten her the shiny lambskin Chanel bag instead!"

"Wait- the gold tone metal white one?"

"Yes, that one! It would look so cute with all of her outfits because white is easy to pair with anything!"

"Okay, but-"

"Did I lose my game? I don't think I did. I mean, even after I courted her, I still heavily flirted with her because you gotta keep it going and I love flirting with her because she gets all cute and shy."

"I did not need to know that, but that's cute. Please-"

"Did she not love me enough? I-"

"KWON JI-YONG!!!!" Taeyang shouted, causing him to stop rambling. "That relationship she has is probably not going to last, y'know? I mean, we don't know what the future holds, right? He could be a-"

"A rebound!" Daesung said as he entered the room.

"Right!" Taeyang slammed his hand on the table.

Ji-yong snickered, "Okay, Glinda."

Taeyang glared at him before he said, "Maybe you should move on a bit."

"I HAVE moved on. Just not in the way she moved on. I still think about her 24/7. I just don't cry about it anymore." Ji-yong said proudly. "I still look fondly at our photos, y'know? I miss her a lot."

"We know." Daesung said.

"Anyway, this has been fun and all, but I have to see Y/N, confess my love for her, and then make out." Ji-yong said, walking towards the door. Before he reaches the door, Taeyang pulled him back.

"Whoa, don't do that. Also, TMI." Taeyang said.

"Stop being delulu. It's not the solulu." Daesung said as the other two looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes, "I'll rephrase: being delusional isn't the solution."

"Then say that!" Taeyang exclaimed.

"Yeah! What language was that?" Ji-yong asked.

"It's the new internet lingo. Oh my gosh, stay updated." Daesung said as he sat down on the couch.

"Um, anyway, he's right." Taeyang agreed. "Being dolulu isn't the selulu."

"You got it twisted."

"I think Ji-yong got my point, Dae."

Ji-yong fought back a smile from their ridiculous argument. "Fine. I won't go. I'll just investigate her new boyfriend."

"Oh my god stop." Daesung said. "Just let her be happy."

"Oh, I want her to be happy... it's just that I want her to be happy with me. Besides, I just want to see if that guy's good enough for her, y'know? I'm looking out for her because I love her and I'm afraid I'll love her until I die, so please let me be." Ji-yong took out his laptop, sat on the dining table and immediately stalked your socials to get some kind of information on this new guy.

It took him months, but he finally got the information he needed. Being petty, he printed it all out with a proud smirk, stapled them together, and presented it to Taeyang and Daesung, who were busy watching some variety show on the tv.

"Um, what's this?" Taeyang asked. It was a neatly organized, 100-paged paper, all about your new boyfriend. Ji-yong even made a formal cover page for his paper. It was his thesis at that point and now, he's doing a defense.

"My thesis titled: The Effect of Being Serious with A Man You Don't Know: A Study About The Cause and Effect of Dating A Suspicious Man." Ji-yong grinned.

"If you flip the page, you'll see the table of contents dating back to 2015 until now. Then as you read through it, it's everything that I found out about Y/N's new boyfriend. Including but not limited to: his family tree, his exes, his behavior and attitude, screenshots from his exes, and observations from his ex-best friend. All names are, of course, redacted for this thesis I am presenting."

"Kwon Ji-yong, you are INSANE. Like, officially." Daesung said. Taeyang nodded in agreement as he flipped through the pages.

"I know, but HEAR ME OUT!" Ji-yong explained. "I have a really bad feeling in my gut when you guys said she started dating him. I just researched about him and I was right! Please just read through it?"

"What if you're wrong?" Daesung questioned. "What if-"

"No, he's right." Taeyang said, intently reading Ji-yong's hardwork.

"What the fuck, Tae? I thought we were a team." Daesung whined.

"Yes, we are. Despite him being delusional and crazy, he's actually right this time. The man is bad news." Taeyang said as he showed Daesung the proof.

Ji-yong smirked to himself as he laid down on the floor. He rubbed his tired eyes as he stretched his whole body and yawned. His research required sleepless nights and convenience store coffee runs at ungodly hours.

"I'm impressed, Ji." Daesung nodded. "This is all precise."

"I didn't get a bachelor's degree and a master's degree for nothing, Dae." Ji-yong chuckled, his voice hoarse from being tired.

"Hey, speaking of-" Taeyang spoke. "Y/N emailed me!"

"Ooh, what did she say?!" Daesung asked excitedly. "I think this is a sign! Maybe your manifestations are finally working, Ji!"

Ji-yong laughed before folding his arms under his head, relaxing a little bit. "It's all coming together. It's weird for her to tell you about their breakup through email, though. That's so-"

"SHE'S GETTING MARRIED?!?!" Daesung screamed as Ji-yong quickly sat up in shock. Taeyang glared at Daesung and said, "I was about to say it!"

"Yeah, but I figured it should be said immediately! Like removing a band-aid!" Daesung explained.

"Yeah, but this isn't exactly a band-aid, now is it?" Taeyang pointed out and Daesung shrugged.

"She's getting married to that dick!?" Ji-yong exclaimed in frustration.

"You know what? Let's all boycott this wedding." Taeyang said. "I can just email her and say that as early as now, we are NOT RSVP-ing."

Ji-yong frowned and shook his head, "No, that's not right. You guys were her friends too and my feelings about this shouldn't be in the way. At the end of the day, it's her event... that I secretly want to ruin, but I digress. We can all go and allow her to be happy."

"Why do I feel like you're planning something?" Daesung eyed Ji-yong suspiciously as Ji-yong stood up, walking to the kitchen.

"Dae, I just finished a really good thesis about why her man is bad news. Of course, I'm planning something. You'll just have to wait on the wedding day." Ji-yong smirked to himself.

-

Taglist for part 2: @loveesiren @balladeerssong @gdinthehouseee @natalicss @multifanxtvshows @pleasantgiverninja @onyxmango @pinkpunkdynamite @steponupbabe @rafesbunniebby @sylviavf @myc4br3 @waltons-things @sillylittlecat1

Taglist: @redhoodedtoad

[angel-writes-here]

I Can't Forget

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: A kiss becomes a memory, but it's one that won't leave either of you alone. Warnings: None, fluff. Prompt 8: You said we should just forget about it, but I can't. A/N: Omg I finally wrote something! I apologize if it sucks.

You and Jiyong didn’t usually get along great, you more so tolerated each other, but today, today was different. You were over at his place, trying to figure out the set design for the next leg of shows, because for better or worse you worked for him.

But tonight, he just isn’t having it.

“Jiyong, you need to focus,”

“What if I don’t want to? What if I don’t want to be G-Dragon anymore?” he looks at you earnestly.

“Woah, where’s this coming from?”

 He shrugs, clearly conflicted and frustrated.

“Everybody expects something. I never know who likes me for me or who likes me for GD, it’s exhausting. I scream for help and don’t get it, maybe I just wanna be done with this life.” He sighs.

“Jiyong,” you say but you aren’t sure of the rest of the words.

“Your fans love you.”

“They love GD,” he corrects. You roll your eyes slightly.

“They love Jiyong too,” you stand up and walk over to him, standing in front of him to cage him between you and the counter.

“It’s just hard when no one see’s you,” he admits looking at the floor.

“People see you,” you trail off before taking a deep breath.

“I see you,” you admit quietly. He looks up at you, a silent look of shock on his face. The moment feels charged, soft and yet red hot.

“I see the way you look when things don’t exactly go the way you planned them. I see the despair when you try to ask for help but it seems like no one listens. I see the way you smile when you feel a sense of accomplishment or the way you laugh at silly cat videos on your phone. I see that you aren’t ok, but I also see that you will be.” You smile and he looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

Before you have time to stop yourself, you’re closing the gap between you, lips connecting in soft, sweet kiss. As you go to pull away, Jiyong’s left hand cups your cheek and his right hand rests on your hip, a gentle moan escapes your lips before your eyes fly open and you force yourself away from him.

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t, we have work to do.” You stutter as you point to the counter.

 Jiyong pulls you back in for one last breath-taking kiss.

“Don’t be sorry.” He breathes against your lips.

“We really should focus on the show.” You point to the note pad left lonesome on the counter.

Jiyong sighs, “Yeah, yeah ok.”

After an hour or two discussing the design of the show you’re ready to go home.

“Hey, Jiyong,” you ask as you stand in the door way.

“Hmm?” he looks at you.

“We should just forget that ever happened, ok? Keep this strictly professional.”

Jiyong feels his heart ache but he nods.

“Yeah, I agree.” He gives you a pursed lip smile and shuts the door.

-

Over the next few weeks, the air between the two of you is charged and awkward. Neither of you can really forget the kiss, but you do your best. But watching him night after night, dance and rap on stage, it becomes increasingly harder.

Watching him with the female dancers after the show, only causes your jealousy to rise up. But you remain calm and keep yourself composed.

-

“Oh yeah, that’d be great, thanks. Here’s my number,” Jiyong hears your voice and he looks over noticing you talk to some guy. He see’s you giggling, his own curiosity getting the better of him when he walks over and see’s the guy handing you back your phone.

“I’ll call you,” he winks. You giggle in response turning around as he walks off to be met with Jiyong’s face in yours.

“What was all that about?” he asks, slight attitude coming out.

“None ya business,” you go to walk off but he catches your arm firmly in his hand. He pulls you back into a dressing room.

“The show starts in five minutes, what the hell are you doing?” you ask frantically. Jiyong doesn’t answer, rather he simply pulls you into the small room and locks the door. He takes a deep breath.

“Why are you going out with him?”

“That’s none of your business, Ji.” You go to try and open the door but he stands in your way.

“Jiyong, we don’t have time for this.”

“Don’t go,” is all he says. You look at him stunned.

“What?”

“Don’t go out with him, please.” He pleads.

“Jiyong,”

“Look, I know you said we should just forget about it, but I can’t,” he admits. You feel your heart rate increase rapidly.

“I’m sorry, I know you said we should keep things professional, but, you’re all think I about. The way we kissed, the way it felt to hold you against me, the way I want to feel every single inch of you.” He says as his hands tentatively find your waist.

“I want you and I’m not afraid to admit it,” he whispers. Your eyes glance down to his lips before going back to his eyes. Jiyong takes that as a silent yes to connect your lips in a needy, hot kiss.

You softly moan into it, his fingers digging into your hips slightly as your arms go around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

“You have to get back out there,” you say against his lips.

“I have time,” he mumbles and his hands move to squeeze your ass. His lips trail to your jaw, gently nipping at it and you groan quietly.

“Such pretty noises.” He chuckles as you whimper when he finds that sweet spot on your neck.

Before things can go further there’s a knock on the door.

“Two minutes Ji!” Jiyong groans against your neck. You giggle in response.

“This isn’t over.”

“Just go out there and kill it.” You smirk as you kiss his lips passionately one last time before the two of you leave the dressing room.

Tags: @breakmeoff @thelovelybireader

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[natalicss]

Hiii babiiee! I love your popstar!reader x GD universe so much, the writing is immaculate and they’re the cutest little muffins I ever did see 🥹 responding to your post about her teasing the shit out of him about his Good Day “I’m single” quote, imagine if they hadn’t been outed at the Chanel fashion show and she’s one of his guest stars and he has no choice but to say that he’s single for the sake of their secret little relationship.

I can 110% see her ROASTING him and getting him all flustered because hello??? he HAS to say that to placate the fans but he didn’t think she’d take the opportunity to tease the shit out of him while they’re FILMING THE SEGMENT.

reader: oh what?? You’re single? *turns to camera* you heard it here first, ladies, G-Dragon is single and ready to mingle! *shit eating grin*

Ji: *eyes popping out of his head, face red* I--I mean…well…

*At the gym, on the thigh master*

reader: daaaamn Ji, leaving nothing to the imagination huh?

😂😂😂

OMG HEYYYY! tysm for the love! writing these two has been so much fun and it’s been the most motivation i’ve had for writing in a WHILEEE

HONESTLY IF I HAD KNOWN MORE ABOUT THE SHOW I WOULDVE KEPT THEM A SECRET LONGERRRRR FOR THIS!!!

either way i feel like this girl doesn’t let jiyong LIVE. she’s like early-mid twenties (i think she was 21 when they met and is about 24 now) so she’s gen z & is probably VERY chaotic. i know this girl is using fake accounts to get as many memes of him as she can to send to him. she’s saving clips from his episode to send to him.

like i have the video of him screaming as he’s hitting the tiny punching bag thingy saved, she’d send that to him every time she’s stressed about something and say “me rn”

technically TECHNICALLY the segment was filmed before the chanel stuff so TECHNICALLY this all could still happen. she’s sitting there and he says he’s single and the camera just zooms in on her looking at him like 🤨. then she starts conspiring against him.

i feel like she’d raise a brow at him and he’d catch it and immediately know where this is going. she’d turn to the camera, smiling wide. “you heard it here first! THE G DRAGON is single and ready to mingle.” she’d turn back to him and act like she’s holding a microphone. “G Dragon, tell the people what kind of person you’re looking for. what’s your type?”

this man is hiding his face as everyone else is laughing at him. he’s trying to compose himself but NOBODY IS GIVING HIM A BREAK, not even reader.

and at the gym she’s not anyyyy better. definitely teasing him & encouraging him to go on every machine. definitely wooping and cheering. she doesn’t go on any of it because WE NEED TO KEEP JIYONG CALM. we can’t have him running off with his girl in the middle of filming, and in front of EVERYBODY.

and with the thigh master specifically, when it’s jiyongs turn she’s absolutely CACKLING. she does a whistle and is like “the ladies are going to LOVE this.” she would absolutely say something like “FOR FREE???”

but the part where he’s boxing with seho & soohyun, she’s probably standing back with code kunst & is just staring at him. especially the one part with soo hyun, the camera probably zooms in on reader staring at him because she is now the one who needs to be calmed down. i meannnn come onnnnnnnnnnnn. he’s like “it feels good to do this!” and she’s just staring at him like she’s about to pounce (she is).

and even if she wasn’t there, and she’s watching it for the first time like the rest of us, she’d probably act the exact same. she’s probably sitting on her couch with him, watching the boxing scene and she’s like “pause the show.” and he’s confused because of how serious she sounds. he pauses it and expects her to either be upset with him or maybe she saw something on her phone. he barely gets a second to ask her what’s wrong before she’s aggressively making out with him.

she is proving exactly why jiyong is in fact NOT single and ready to mingle.

[aziraphales-library]

I'm dying to read Aziraphale annoying Crowley by being the cutest and one flustered demon being unable to help himself being so disgustingly in love with the angel 🥹🥹🥹 can you rec me some? pretty please 🍪💕

I just found this blog now by posting over at reddit: "Are there any fics where Crowley's deeply annoyed by Aziraphale's antics because he's so gd cute he wants to disintegrate? I'd read the hell out of it. Very canon. 😻" Lol. I'm willing to write something like this.... I actually might but wanna read it too 🥹🥹🥹

I know there's lots of these out there. This fandom is the most talented and plentiful I've ever seen :333

Thanks in advance xx

We have a #flustered crowley tag with loads of fics, so check that out. Here are more to add to the collection...

No sunglasses in the bookshop by ineffablegold (G)

The angel’s hands very briefly (but very surely) brushed on Crowley’s chest while he moved and spoke and wriggled oh so endearingly, right over his black shirt and the fallen angel could swear he saw stars again, like before the Beginning and like a flash there they were: nebulas all around him danced and exploded with colours. Crowley inhaled sharply and simply agreed with Aziraphale, no matter on what, he didn’t remember anyway. They’d be fine.

A Moonlit Masquerade by charlieiswritingthings (G)

“Say… How about we give dancing a try? After all, that’s one of the most important things about a masquerade, is it not?” Aziraphale tilts his head a bit, towards the direction of the dancers. His smile falters slightly when he hears what Crowley says next. “I don’t do dancing, Angel. You know that.” Crowley speaks with slight… almost annoyance, very obviously against the idea. Though, Aziraphale hasn’t given up quite yet. “Now, now. That simply won’t do. Let’s go have some fun together, shall we?” Aziraphale stands up, taking Crowley’s hand in his own as he begins walking in the direction of the dancefloor. A defeated sigh is heard coming from Crowley, and he’s forced to abandon his nearly finished glass of wine on the table.

Voicemails (from a Petty Demon) by sugardustedtulips (T)

“That’s it,” Crowley growled, taking large, bold strides toward the yellow Bentley in front of him, leaving the poor cherub blankly standing behind, ostensibly stunned. “What’s what?” Aziraphale asked, hoping he didn’t mean that he’d drive off without him. Surely Crowley wouldn’t be that petty. “I’m not talking to you for the rest of the day,” Crowley whispered matter-of-factly, hissing each sibilant as he punctuated his sentence by theatrically swinging open the car door.

Aziraphale makes the Bentley yellow. Furious, Crowley resorts to giving him the silent treatment. Of course, he misses the angel too much, and can’t help bombarding him with voicemails while locked in their bedroom.

A Midsummer Afternoon's Curse by cyankelpie (G)

(Aziraphale is the victim of a love spell, and needs Crowley’s help to break it. Which is a problem, because it’s very difficult for Crowley to focus while Aziraphale lavishes him with affection.) The rest of the sentence got knocked out of him by a large, off-white blur that flew out of the door and tackled him. “Crowley,” said a familiar voice, though the breathy fondness and affection in said voice was anything but familiar. “I knew you’d come.” Oh. It was Crowley. Crowley was the target of Aziraphale’s magical infatuation. Aziraphale wanted Crowley’s help ridding him of this newfound affection for Crowley. And Crowley, who somehow needed to be the level-headed one in this situation, was utterly fucked.

You Don't Need A Licence For That by WaitingToBeBroken (M)

Crowley works for the city council and is responsible for issuing licences and permits. Aziraphale seems to be hoarding them. Crowley should really reject some of those applications. And he will, once he is done pining over Aziraphale. Really, he will!

- Mod D

[keeps-ache]

wearher app keeping me in the loop about the great outdoors

[ozsvessalius]

the p in proseka stands for PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE

[mashtatosworld]

HII HII can u please do a gd x world-famed kpop idol?? like blackpink-famous iykwim!! and maybe reader being a "junior" in the industry? (eg. them coming from 3rd gen era like bp or basically js young) they met for the very first time at an event, and reader being his junior went excited "omg g dragon?? the G DRAGON???" basically.

idk where to go after that point but perhapss (an idea, take it with a grain of salt lolol) gd was actually lowkey a fan of her instead? like reader was a breathe of fresh air, very talented, on the rise in the industry (did a hollywood thing) or something !!! i hope this part isnt too OOC but UH basically do your magic author!! im going to love anything you write either wayyy xxxxx🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

only girl

summary: in which you're both pretty in pink

You had to physically stop yourself from bouncing on the couch.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and faint cigarette smoke, a combination that somehow smelled exactly like you imagined he would.

Even after two weeks of your evenings spent here, sitting in G-Dragon’s studio still felt like a fever dream.

Your hands clenched into fists in your lap, trying to keep your excitement contained as Jiyong sat across from you, casually scrolling through his laptop as if this wasn’t the biggest moment of your career.

“This is the track,” he finally said, pressing play.

A deep bassline rumbled through the speakers, followed by a hypnotic melody. The beat was dark and sultry, unmistakably his sound, but then - your voice.

Your breath hitched.

He had already layered your demo vocals onto the song.

You glanced at him in disbelief, but Jiyong was watching you intently, one hand resting lazily against his lips.

“You like it?”

“Are you serious?” Your voice cracked slightly, betraying your nerves. “This is - this is insane. It’s so good.”

He smirked, pleased.

“I'm glad you agreed to work with me. I’ve been a fan of yours for a while,” he admitted casually, as if he hadn’t just shattered your entire perception of reality.

Your brain short-circuited.

“I- wait, really?”

Jiyong chuckled at your reaction. “You have this energy- ” he gestured vaguely, “- that the industry needs. It's addictive. This is your first solo project, right?”

You nodded, still processing the fact that he admitted to liking your music. You were a part of a girl group that were on the rise to success with a couple of hit songs.

The girls were currently on hiatus as they worked on their individual careers and this was the first time you'd worked on something without them. It was surreal that he chose you to feature on his comeback album after his years away from the spotlight.

“Well,” he leaned forward, eyes glinting, “let’s hope this is just the beginning.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 Six months later, 2024 MAMA Awards:

You were trying very hard to keep a straight face.

Which was difficult, considering G-Dragon was standing directly in front of you, smiling that slow, knowing smile like he knew a secret no one else in the room did.

Because he did.

Your bandmates, however, were completely oblivious, practically vibrating as they struggled to remain composed. You were nearly hit in the face with a light stick.

“Holy shit, it’s actually him,” one of them whispered.

Your leader was the first to recover. “Ah! Sunbaenim! It’s an honour to meet you!”

Jiyong chuckled, bowing respectfully. “I’ve been meaning to say hello.”

As he rose, his eyes flickered to yours, just for a second.

No one else noticed, but you did.

That subtle flicker of amusement, that unspoken acknowledgment.

You had seen each other just last night.

And yet, here you were, pretending this was your first interaction.

“I’m a huge fan,” your youngest member gushed. “Like, actually. Huge.”

Jiyong smirked. “Oh?”

Your bandmate nodded rapidly. “We were literally just talking about your performance.”

Which was true.

Jiyong had just stepped off the stage after his first live performance in years, wearing a custom pink ensemble that had the entire room of idols buzzing.

And coincidentally…

You were wearing pink too.

Your stylist had handed you this dress earlier today, saying it would be “perfect for the show.” But you knew better.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

Jiyong planned this.

It was a silent, unspoken statement - one only the two of you understood.

Your bandmates, still too distracted by his presence, completely missed the way his fingers briefly grazed yours when he moved past you.

A touch so fleeting it almost didn’t happen.

Almost.

And then, just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Your bandmate immediately turned to you, shaking your arm.

“Hello?! You love G-Dragon. Why aren't you screaming right now?!”

You blinked innocently.

“Oh, trust me,” you said, lips curling into a secretive smile.

“I was dying on the inside.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Your back hit the hotel suite’s wall with a soft thud, Jiyong’s mouth already on yours before the door had even clicked shut.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the silky fabric of your dress - the pink dress - bunching it slightly as he pulled you closer.

“You looked so good tonight,” he murmured against your lips, voice husky.

You smiled into the kiss, fingers tangling in his pink hair.

“You planned it.”

Jiyong pulled back slightly, cocking a brow. “Planned what?”

You scoffed. “The outfits. You knew I’d match you.”

He grinned, shameless. “Maybe.”

You swatted his arm, but he caught your wrist, pressing a slow kiss to your palm before lacing his fingers with yours.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he mused, smirking. “Trying so hard to act normal.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle either,” you shot back. “The lingering looks? The hand touch? Jiyong, come on.”

He hummed in amusement, resting his forehead against yours.

“We’ve been careful for six months,” he murmured, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist. “You really think people are starting to notice?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “But if you keep showing up to award shows looking like my soulmate, they might.”

Jiyong chuckled.

Then, softly - softer than you’d ever heard him - he murmured,

“Would that be so bad, Jagiya?”

Your breath caught.

This wasn’t just a secret fling anymore.

It was something else entirely.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

double dropping in one day? oops. im becoming consumed by tumblr 🤭

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad

[emilydorp]

I'm going to treat this as an ask :)))

I'm not sure if you wanted pre breakup content of GTOP being obvious and cute too (that was their most obvious era besides GD&TOP vol.1 and whatever their strategy was around and after the release of Zutter (THE WAY I HAD TO STOP MYSELF FROM INCLUDING ANYTHING OTHER THAN JANUARY 2015 JIYONG CHRIST SOME YEARS ARE JUST SO GOLDEN)) but since I wrote those words in regards to post break up wholesomeness, I'll be focusing on that. Also this isn't in chronological order ToT :)))

a) Yes this is GD being a horny bish but I love it so I had to add it. Anyways now to actually answer the question.

b) Dancing with his husband boyfriend

c) Him mimicking Jiyong after GD puts his hands in the air to cheer for his boyfriend's movie (he was so excited for it.. probably cuz he was gonna be sitting next to Tabi.. and also because in the interviews after all Tabi could say was "Jiyong was very happy, Jiyong was shocked at my body too, Jiyong this Jiyong that" it was CUTE and it was so clear he wanted to see Jiyong be proud of his hard work :''))

d) Watch every fan cam in existence of this performance, TOP was 100% serenading GD and he changed the lyrics of the song (just like he changed the lyrics of pretended) and it melts my HEART oh the GTOP feels :'))

e) Look at Tabi dance and then immediately look at GD to see his reaction ah look at the perfect thumbnail ah Tabi stop being so obviously invested in your boyfriend's happiness TABI STOP

f) THE reason this took so long: this YG press con. There was a gif of this moment and the reaction of Minzy (I believe) to GD&TOP laughing together is all the proof I will ever need is so telling but I couldn't find the gif or the vid so like... here are the pics ToT (Also people were yapping about him being sad cuz of S'ungrat's accident.. baby boo watch the footage we do have, all the members are equally sad but nobody is depressed like GD is when TOP wasn't around because of his scandal in 2017, okay?)

g) This OMG this this THIS.

h) Look at him being all cute to make GD happy oh look at him refusing to let GD's hand go for a second in the first gif oh look at him dancing for GD and GD only oh look at them.. okay yes I am drowning in GTOP feels.

i) Look at him holding that mic so that their arms are on top of each other oh lord so married in love, so subtle, so attentive.

j) And another one of TOP dancing for his baby boo

k) THIS. THIS VID. HE LIKE. TOKE HIS EARBUD OFF. TO LISTEN TO GD SPEAK. LIKE. THAT'S SO SWEET. THAT'S SO SO SWEET. AND ALL THE OTHER AIRPORT STUFF AROUND THIS TIME. It's giving Olivia Rodrigo and Louis Partridge at the airport except TOP can't be as obvious.. *sigh*.

l) This is just an iconic GD&TOP performance like.. Imma just drop this GIF and y'all know which moments are gonna be up here. TOP singing 'Missing You' and convincing my delulu heart it is a GTOP song, their interaction with the child in the audience, them scolding the members for their too long intro, their complementary outfits, ughhhh ToT

m) I knowwww this is GD but like. LIKE.

n) AIA concert again but like UGH so cute

o) The love. Periodt. PERIOD.

There is more but like, I can't come up with it rn lmao. Anywayssssss PLZ LET ME SEE THEM BE THE MOST OBVIOUSLY MARRIED COUPLE SOON GD I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

[bovineblogger]

I wanna tell u about the Brazilian oxen, pretty important characters to Brazil folklore :D

it's gonna be something quick and superficial bc I don't know much about them and at this point we enjoy more for the festivals, it seems. but anyway

starting with the famous Garantido and Caprichoso (Guaranteed and Capricious in free translation). they both are rivals and it's a big festival in the north of the country (it happens in Parintins, more specifically). like, it's a three nights party dedicated only for them.

idk why they are rivals but you just essentially choose a party and stay loyal to it tho. like, it's a serious thing fr. the whole city is divided and it seems that if you go dressed to the festivals dressed in one colour but go for the other ox, you can be booed or even kicked out of the arena (yes!! they have an arena!!)

Capricious is the black and blue ox with a star and Guaranteed is the white and red with the heart. it seems capricous is bc he's pretty and guaranteed bc the owner made a promise. I could be wrong.

they also make songs about these oxen

the second one I know more bc I met him and it's story in my school. this ox is also more talked about in the north and northeast. is Bumba-meu-boi or Boi Bumbá (bumba-my-ox/bumbá ox in free translation. I assume bumba has no meaning, it just rhymes with boi).

as you can see, he doesn't have a specific pattern, is just a pretty black ox (tho I just saw some pictures of him in white? I told u idk much lol)

his folklore, in resume, there was a pregnant woman that wanted ox tongue. she asked her husband for it and he went after the prettiest ox and killed him because of it. the owner of the ox did not enjoyed that and the couple got in trouble and to make it up, they resurrected the ox. the owner got so pleased that he threw a party after it.

it also seems that he's related to the above oxen?? idk how, idk why. Brazilian folklore it seems that things just happen here. fuck the origins lol but it does make sense since they're three ox and two of them are black

the north oxen idk much about bc I don't live in the north so if someone has more knowledge on these oxen or just live there, I would be very thankful for any mistake I made that was corrected.

OH MY GD THIS IS THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD IVE NEVER HEARD ANY OF THIS!!!! im going to cry this is so beautiful. i have to see for myself some day, brazil has been on my bucket list for so long!!!!!!! what a beautiful culture, what lovely cows, im so glad im alive

[absolutebl]

What are some BL couples who you DO think could actually have a long haul perfect ending and not burn out two months after the show ends?

(Also if possible, could you drop the show titles aswell? Thanks)

20 BL Couples I Love & Think Would Actually Make it In the Long Run

Ha, yeah I intentionally didn't include the titles in that last post because I was being negative. Since these are positive... here you go!

Advance Bravely

I know right? One from China. But yeah I think they're very opposites attract but still well balanced and suited to each other. Plus "stern but indulgent Daddy + spoiled brat" is a favorite dynamic of mine.

Guardian

He waited 10,000 gd years. It has to work out. Despite censorship.

Old Fashion Cupcake

They both mature enough to be very motivated.

Tokyo in April Is

They suffered for that love. It's an enduring eternal kinda thing.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Taesung is NEVER letting him go. Never.

Long Time No See

Not only are they staying together, can you imagine anyone trying to separate them?

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding

I just think they gonna live in obscurity in the middle of the woods with their books forever.

Our Dating Sim

Of course they're gonna last, that was the whole point of the show.

Oh Boarding House

I think they both had to come around to each other with a lot of self-examination as to what it meant for them, their identities, and their lives. That kind of thoughtfulness bodes well for longevity.

(This is an under-appreciated gem. IMHO)

Be Loved In House I Do

Yeah they just so into each other but also adoring but understand each other's quirks. There's no meanness or pettiness to either of them. Double down on affection + chemistry is a good recipe for longevity.

DNA Says Love You

They came back for, and waited for, each other.

HIStory Obsessed

It's in the title. This level of mutually obsessed disfunction only ends in death.

HIStory 4: Close to You

Problematic side couple. Dito the above.

Thousand Stars

It's high romance of the eternal forever kind.

2 Moons Ambassador

They are *that* couple. "I married my college sweetheart and am incandescently happy forever in a disgustingly sappy way" that shouldn't work but does.

My Only 12%

Again, they suffered too much not to make it work. They are basically each other's half, it codependent, but that's the point.

Ingredients

They define domesticity. The true key to most couple longevity is the ability to actually live together.

Oh My Sunshine Night

File these two under the "once he had a taste, its' forever." The seme is too bossy and too possessive for anyone but the one he picked. This one lasts because Rain would MAKE IT last.

Oxygen

Dito the above, only softer.

Until We Meet Again

Of course. I mean, OF COURSE OF COURSE. That's the point. Dean's entire existence would be a failure if they broke up.

Despite my love of the genre I didn't pick any high school BL couples. Even if I think they may have a chance I'm not sure how I feel about that kind of pairing.

I didn't pick ones we know lasted because they showed it to us: e.g. Unintentional Love Story, His, Dear Doctor, My Ride.

There are a few I left off because I think they could last as a couple but the circumstances of their lives and surrounding, means I'm not sure if they would be allowed to, like Not Me, Never Let Me Go, Manner of Death.

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