#cheating gd

[realgdfactstrust]

Robtop just revealed the INTENDED way to beat Blast Processing? It's much easier than you think!

[challengersmp4]

anyway my ex. interesting guy to say the least

[mongeese]

I swear I've never felt more thirsty as when I just start fasting it must be a psychological thing

[dangerscully]

today's depressing realisation is that cheating is a theme in a LOT of christmas movies???

and anyway that's a way to put a big downer on your first christmas as a single person in over a decade, after being cheated on :)))

[grmpgm]

yayyy i got tagged!! :3

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Roll the Bones - Rush

Does Your Mother Know? - ABBA

Party of Three - Ninja Sex Party

Be Good to Yourself - Journey

My Iron Lung - Radiohead

tagging -

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and anybody else who wants to join! :)

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Tagged by @sailforvalinor, and thank you this looks like fun!

Remember and Proclaim (Andrew Peterson)

All I Ask of You (Jackie Evancho)

Innocence (Nathan Wagner)

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I Still Need a Savior (Billy Sprague)

No Strings (Ed Sheeran)

Take Me Back Road (Tim & the Glory Boys)

How Great is Our God (Chris Tomlin)

Everything Sad is Coming Untrue (Jason Grey)

El-Shaddai (Amy Grant)

Voice of Truth (Casting Crowns)

Endlessly (Amaranthe)

Not Alone (Red)

I'm an Open Road (Paul Brandt)

Never Leave Your Side (Sam Tinnesz)

Good to Be Alive (Skillet)

Hoo boy, can I think of sixteen people?

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[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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[petersasteria]

No Way (3) - G Dragon/ Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce. Part 1 || Part 2 || gd masterlist

"Good night, Y/N!" Daesung said before hanging up. He stared at his phone and sighed. As your best friend, he didn't know what to do. He's known you since forever and for all the years he's known you, he never saw you this distraught. He unlocked his phone and opened the text he sent Seunghyun.

Daesung: Hyung!! Are you free to hang out with Y/N tmrw?

Seunghyunieeee: omg always! love that girl. where and what time??

Daesung chuckled to himself when he realized he never replied. Just as he was about to reply, he got another text.

Seunghyunieeee: you don't get to ask me if im free to hang out with Y/N and proceed to leave me on read and not tell me details that I need.

Daesung laughed and typed out a reply.

Daesung: maybe lunch time? you pick the place. she needs a distraction rn. you can pick her up from her place.

Seunghyunieeee: distraction? did smth happen?

Daesung: she'll tell you tmrw. not my place to tell, hyung.

Seunghyunieeee: ok. got it. I'll handle everything. I'll be sure to take care of your bestie!

Daesung: as you should. good night, hyung! counting on you.

Daesung locked his phone and laid in bed that night, praying for what he's planning tomorrow.

The next day, Daesung got ready to go to your apartment. It was already lunchtime and Seunghyun texted him saying that he already picked you up and that you guys are already on your way to the restaurant Seunghyun picked. He also knew that Seo-yeon was at school and it's lunch break time for her. He knew that because you tasked him to bring Seo-yeon's lunch at this hour because she requested food from a fast-food restaurant instead of your cooking. Daesung chuckled at the memory as he drove all the way to your apartment to confront Jiyong. He knew Jiyong was home because it's his day off.

He knocked on the door and just as he expected, Jiyong opened the door with food in his mouth, his cheeks resembling a chipmunk. Jiyong's eyes were wide, he didn't expect any visitors; not even his mistress. Despite him being cruel enough to have an affair, not once did he think of inviting his mistress in your shared apartment. He believed that despite everything, his home was only for you, him, and Seo-yeon. Bringing his mistress to the apartment would breach that quiet sanctity.

"Daesung! I didn't expect to see you. Come in." Jiyong said with his mouth full, opening the door further to let Daesung in. Daesung inhaled deeply before letting out a huff. He turned around to see Jiyong locking the front door and swallowing the food in his mouth.

"We need to talk." Daesung started.

"Sounds serious." Jiyong said as he led Daesung to the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. "Please sit."

They both sat down and faced each other. Jiyong knew what this was about, but he knew he had to act oblivious. In truth, he couldn't sleep at all after hearing your cries through the door. He wanted to pull you in for a hug, tell you everything will be alright, and kiss your tears away. Though, he knew he couldn't. Everything's far broken at this point. Seeing Daesung made it more real.

"What's up?" Jiyong asked, coolly.

Daesung snickered, "'What's up?'. 'What's up?'!? I think we both know what's up, Jiyong."

Jiyong gulped. He had never seen Daesung so... angry before. Daesung's anger is different. He was calm and collected and that scared him.

"Why did you do it?" Daesung asked. It was a simple, yet profound question. Why did he do it? Jiyong asked that himself everyday since the first time he cheated. He loved you. He was crazy about you, but why did he do that?

"In truth? I'm not really sure." Jiyong answered. They stared at each other and Daesung searched for more answers through Jiyong's eyes, but he wasn't buying it.

"I love Y/N. The first one was an accident. The next ones? I'm not sure." Jiyong said quietly.

Daesung nodded, not believing the bullshit he was spewing. "Maybe your head grew big." He suggested. "Maybe after that first one, you couldn't get enough because you knew girls would fall for you because you're THE G Dragon; you're THE Kwon Jiyong. I thought your arrogance was all an act. I'm very disappointed that it's real."

"What are you saying?" Jiyong asked with furrowed brows. "You think I did this on purpose?"

"Yeah." Daesung chuckled bitterly as he crossed his legs, getting comfy in his seat. "Once was a mistake, but twice, thrice, four times, five times? That's not an accident anymore. Did you hit your head and have amnesia? You can't cheat five times and say that all of those were an accident. You're stupid and I don't care if you have a bachelor's degree or a master's degree. I don't care if you're a musical, lyrical genius. What you did was stupid and you need to take accountability for your actions."

"Did you think that maybe I did those because of Y/N?" Jiyong questioned. "Daesung, word of advice as a married man, if you cheat on your wife, there's probably something wrong with your wife."

Daesung was FUMING, but he didn't show it, though.

"Kwon Jiyong, you don't get to say that because we both know Y/N would've went to hell and back for your sorry ass. Before I met you, I knew Y/N. You seem to forget that we go way back. Before you were my friend, she was mine. So, I know when something's off. I know her better than you do." Daesung said.

"Why didn't you marry her, then?" Jiyong chuckled darkly. He had always felt that Daesung had hidden feelings for you. After all, he wouldn't care so much about you if he didn't. At the end of the day, Jiyong didn't care because you chose him and not Daesung. In his head, he still won. He knew it was cruel of him to think that way, but he can't help smirking at the exact moment he won your heart.

"It wasn't in our cards and I knew the moment she met you that she was smitten. I supported her love for you and I even helped her because I knew you would make her happy and I knew she'd make you happy. It just didn't occur to me that you'd pull this shit." Daesung said calmly.

Meanwhile, you and Seunghyun were having a nice time. He almost made you forget about all your worries.

Almost.

His eyes were full of excitement as he told you stories about his life on set. He's been away for a long time shooting a movie and he was so elated to tell you about his trip and all.

"It's so fun hanging out and talking to you, Y/N!" He exclaimed happily as he held both of your hands. "I missed you so much! I wish I called you, but it's just too much to say over a phone call. Besides, I know Jiyong's a jealous man."

You chuckled and shook your head, not saying anything. He let go of your hands and said, "Hey, it's true! Don't just chuckle. He nearly punched me when he saw the two of us together laughing at something on tv. I know I'm hot, but I wouldn't steal my brother's girl. You know me, Y/N."

"I know. Don't worry about him." You said as you continued to eat your food. Seunghyun brought you to a restaurant that he kept raving about and he was right; the food was exquisite.

"Enough about me. How are you? How's marriage? How's motherhood? Forgive me for the multiple questions. It's just been a long time." He laughed.

You smiled, "I'm hangin' in there. Marriage is... okay, I guess. Motherhood is wonderful. Everyday, she keeps growing up looking like Jiyong. She's his carbon copy."

"Really?? Wow." Seunghyun grinned. "That must be so cute."

You nodded, pulling out your phone to show him updated pictures of Seo-yeon. He swiped through the pictures, his smile growing bigger as he looked through them. He sees a picture of Seo-yeon going down the slide with Jiyong and he nods.

"They have the same smile! Hell, they have the same face! I think it's unfair because you carried her for 9 months. I mean, it takes two to tango and you did the work. Why does she only look like Jiyong. Perhaps, you should make another kid." He joked as he gave you your phone back.

You shook your head, "i don't think so." He tilted his head out of curiosity.

"Something's wrong. Tell me." He said without missing a beat. You sighed heavily. You finally let everything out. You looked at him the whole time and saw his expressions. It fluctuated from shocked, sad, angry, confused, and disappointed.

"I-I can't believe him!" Seunghyun exclaimed. He shook his head in disappointment. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You weren't the one who was cheating and lying." You gave him a small smile.

"Did you sign the papers?" He asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention. You shook your head. He nodded with pursed lips. "So, what'll happen now?" He questioned.

You could only shrug.

--

It's been a week since your hang out with Seunghyun and it's been a week since Daesung's confrontation with Jiyong. Neither of them have spoken to him too. Word reached Taeyang and he chose to ignore Jiyong too. Like clockwork, you did your usual routine and brought Seo-yeon to school while Jiyong was asleep. When you came back, he was about to leave for practice.

Both of you stared at each other.

He saw your disheveled look and tired eyes. You saw his stressed out face. Both of you stood there for what seemed like forever. He was the first one to break the gaze, just like how he was the first one to break your marriage.

"Um, I'm off to practice." He said in a quiet voice. He and Daesung never told you about the confrontation. You still didn't know about it and it should remain that way. Daesung didn't want you to stress over it. Besides, it was his choice to confront your sorry excuse of a husband.

"Okay. Will you make it in time for Seo-yeon's presentation? You're her show pony for show and tell today." You told him.

He nodded, "Yeah, I'll make it in time." You walked further in the apartment and he walked past you.

He stopped in his tracks and watched as you wordlessly cleaned up around the house. He didn't know what was going on with him when he called out your name. You turned around and looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you and looked for the right words to say.

I'm sorry.

I'm an asshole. I'm sorry.

I'll make everything right this time. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for breaking your heart time and time again.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry.

Let's go back to normal again. Forget about everything. I'm sorry.

He never said those words. He chickened out. He gulped, "Um, don't worry about dinner. I'll take Seo-yeon out for dinner. You can come join us."

You shook your head, "It seems like you already planned it with only Seo-yeon in mind. You don't have to force yourself to make me join you. We both know she likes you best. It's okay. I'm used to being alone. I've been in this relationship alone since the beginning, right? Don't worry about me."

You turned back to what you were doing and he felt like he was slapped in the face and stabbed in his chest. He was far too stubborn and prideful to acknowledge that, though.

"Okay. Sorry." With that, he left.

You sighed to yourself as you sat down on the couch and cried. You cried for what seemed like hours. You stopped crying when you heard a knock on the door. You wiped your tears, confused. You weren't expecting anyone to show up.

"Um, who is it?" You called out as you stood from the couch.

"Y/N, honey, it's me! Please open the door. I thought I'd drop by to see you. We haven't seen each other in a long time!"

Oh shit.

Jiyong's mom.

You panicked. You quickly fixed your face before opening the door.

"Eomma!" You greeted as you pulled her into a hug. She hugged back before you led her inside and closed the door.

She looked at you and her smile disappeared. "What's wrong? You're sad. What did my son do?"

What did my son do?

Those five words echoed in your head. You stared at her as tears welled up your eyes.

"He didn't hit you, did he?" She asked, concerned.

You shook your head, "No."

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

"He's had multiple affairs and he wants a divorce. We've been sleeping in separate rooms for a while now. He wants to be with his new mistress." You cried. Saying it out loud made your stomach churn. You never planned it to tell her, but the universe was funny like that.

She comforted you the whole night and she even cooked for you. She wished she could take your pain away and for once, she felt ashamed to be his mother. She didn't want to be associated with a cheater. He wrecked his own family, after all.

-

Jiyong and Seo-yeon were happily eating at a nearby samgyeopsal place. Jiyong was grilling while Seo-yeon talked about her day and how happy she was that Jiyong performed in her classroom. He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

He placed the cooked pork on her plate and watched as she happily ate. Suddenly, his mind flashed back to what you and Daesung said. Was it true that Seo-yeon preferred him over you? He guessed now was the time to discuss it.

"Princess, I have a question."

"Hmm?" She looked up at him with innocent eyes that resembled his.

"Your uncle Daesung said something to me last time. He said that you told your eomma that you like me more. Is that true?" He asked in a soft voice, gently pushing away her hair out of her face.

"Yes." She nodded. "I love eomma, but she's not fun. She's also really sad now. When I see her sad, I get sad too because I can't play around if she's sad."

How did he... raise such an insensitive daughter? He never wanted her to be that way.

"Uncle Daesung always picks me up and he's funny, but when we get home, she's sad in the living room. I don't like that, so I walk away from her." She shrugged like it was nothing.

"Seo-yeon." Jiyong said sternly. "That's not nice. She's still your eomma. If she's sad, just make her smile."

"I'm also sick of her cooking." She made a funny face.

Jiyong sighed, "Seo-yeon, your eomma cooks good food. If you don't try to fix things with your eomma, no new toys, no new clothes and no new shoes for you."

"Okay." Seo-yeon said half-heartedly. She was only six years old, after all. Both of them continued to eat.

Jiyong's mom stayed with you until they got back. Jiyong was surpised to say the least. Seo-yeon greeted her grandma and asked her to tuck her in. When they went to her room, Jiyong followed you to the kitchen.

"When did she get here?"

"After you left."

He nodded. "Why?"

"She wanted to see me. Unfortunately, I was busy crying, so when I opened the door, she saw my puffy eyes." You said casually, as you cleaned up.

"Did you say anything?" He asked, arms crossed.

"I wasn't going to, but she saw through me." You said, done washing dishes.

"So you told her." He stated, nodding to himself.

"And what about it?" His mom butted in. Both of you turned to her and she gave Jiyong a cold look. She walked towards him until she was right in front of him.

"You think having a mistress is cool? You think it's nice? Fame completely changed you, son. I don't know who you are anymore."

"Eom-"

Slap.

Jiyong looked at his mother with wide eyes as he clutched his, now, red cheek. Your jaw dropped in surprise. His mother's face didn't change at all.

"I'm ashamed to be your mother right now. Please don't call me."

Just like that, she left.

-

A/N: eyyyy hope you guys liked part 3. the next part will be available soon x. thank you for your patience!

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[pastafossa]

i feel like im cheating on my man matthew… but frank in that finale episode had me 👀👀👀

Frank was hot as fuck in the finale, like je-SUS. I was not prepared. I'm mostly a Matt girl. I like Frank a lot, I love his scenes with Matt, and I've gotten a few one-shots out with Frank, but Matt is always kinda there taking up my focus instead because he's a greedy, needy little devil of a muse and he doesn't like sharing. But damnnnnn was I feeling it. Watching him carve his way through the corrupt cops, his growly banter and his snarling as he fought, taking that fucking beating like a gd champ, and him being so soft for Karen????? EXCUSE ME???? I still ship them after all these years, someone shoot me, their chemistry is insane.

I'll be there for the Punisher special they're doing, 100%. Like just... damn.

[angel-writes-here]

Do You Love Me

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: The breakup takes its tole on Jiyong, will the two of you ever be the same? Warnings: Angst, open ending, cheating? A/N: Thinking of making another part to this if it's wanted. Or if it's not, I might just do it anyway. Let me know your thoughts💝 This in no way, shape or fashion represents GD as a person. PART 2

The darkness of the room is thick, the silence deafening. It’s been two weeks, two long, excoriating weeks since you left the penthouse. Jiyong had been careless. He drank a little too much, partied a little too hard, came home and blabbed to you, too intoxicated to care, about how some hot girl was all over him that night.

You tried to brush it off, you tried to tell yourself it wasn’t a big deal, maybe he was exaggerating. But alas, he was not. The next morning social media had pictures of him and said girl, bodies pressed together intimately, a video of her grinding on him, leaving leaving on his neck. Your eyes filled with tears before slamming the phone down in front of his face.

---

“What the actual fuck is this?” your voice boomed, not helping his all-ready pounding head.

“Huh,” he grimaced. He picked up the phone, trying to focus on it as he sat at the kitchen counter. You stand there, arms crossed, hip popped out waiting on answer. His go wide as they focus.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“Y/n,” he turned to you, panic and fear both evident in his eyes. You narrow your eyes at him, trying to let anger bubble up instead of the weight crushing hurt in your heart.

“I’ve put up with a lot, stuck by you through all your shit,” you scoffed and shook your head as tears once again tried to brim your eyes.

“But this?” your voice cracked despite your desire to remain strong, “Fuck,” you scoff with a laugh.

“Jagi, I,” you looked at him, willing him to explain it away, but he couldn’t.

“The drinking, the partying, shutting me out, Jiyong I stayed, I fought for this relationship when you didn’t. I fought for you when you couldn’t fight for us and this is how you do me?” You silently begged him to say something, anything to keep the two of you from falling apart, but it was no use.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered getting up from the chair. He made his way over to you, wanting to cup your face, to tell he that despite your feelings he loved you and that it meant nothing.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” you said stepping back from him. You packed up your immediate essentials that day and left. He hasn’t seen you since.

---

He’s laying in bed, staring at pictures of the two of you, back when things were good, light and easy. Before the drinking got out of control, before the partying had become too much, and before his depression caused him to shut down emotionally. Tears roll down his cheeks, he hadn’t kissed the girl, he hadn’t fucked her, but he didn’t stop her either. He made no mention of you that night, that he remembers.

“Jiyong,” his manger walks in. He doesn’t spare him a single glance.

“Come on, man. You have to get up, you have a show tonight.” His manager pulls the blankets off the bed, but Jiyong remains a statue. The cold air places goosebumps on his skin.

“Jiyong let’s go,” his manager snaps but once again, he’s frozen; frozen in time where the two of you were happy. He hadn’t been sleeping, his will to be “G-Dragon” was non existent. His will to leave his room was disappearing.

He tried calling and texting you, but you had him blocked. Taeyang, Daesung and Seunghyun had reached out when they heard the news and they tried to get him out of bed, but he wasn’t having it.

His manager sighed and left the room. He had to get him out of bed, out of his slump. So, he does the only thing he can think of. He calls you.

“Hello?” You answer not recognizing the number.

“Y/n,” the voice is suddenly familiar and you sigh.

“Taehee, what is it?” your voice sounds impatient.

“You need to talk to him, tell him to move on, tell him to get his ass out of bed, I don’t know, I don’t care, just talk to him.”

“No.”

“Y/n,” he begs.

“Why should I? He made his bed now he’s laying in it.”

“He didn’t do anything with that girl,” he tries to reason with you.

“Exactly, he didn’t do ANYTHING, he didn’t push her off, he didn’t stop her.” Your mind races back to that morning, but you quickly push the memory away.

“I know you still love him; you still care about him.”

“Taehee,” you warn.

“Please, he’s a wreck. He hasn’t left his bed in days, he barely eats, showers or even see’s anyone. All he does is stare at pictures of the two of you.” Your heart begins to ache, you knew how bad he could get. But was it really your problem?

“I’ll talk to him for YOU! Not for him,” you decide.

“Great, hang on!” He runs into the dark room, opening the curtains slightly. Jiyong hisses at the sudden appearance of light hitting his eyes.

“Here, talk to her,” he commands handing the phone to Jiyong who looks at him confused. He looks at the contact name and see’s that it’s you, his eyes grow wide and he grabs the phone easily, like its made of glass and holding onto it too tight would break it.

“H-Hello?” his voice is hoarse, dry and brittle sounding. Your heart hurts at the sound, even if you were still angry.

“Jiyong,” you begin with a sigh.

“Babe,” your body tenses at the pet-name.

“You have to get out of bed,” you say sternly.

“What’s the point?” he sighs sinking impossibly deeper into the mattress.

“What's the point? You can’t lay in bed for the rest of your life,” you try to keep your voice calm, stern but soft.

“The point is that millions of people are excited to see Big Bang and G-Dragon.” He sighs, staying quiet.

“Jiyong?” you ask when he doesn’t respond.

“None of it means anything anymore.”

“Ji, you have to get over me,” you whisper as to not let him hear the crack in your voice.

“I know I fucked up, I’m sorry.” He speaks desperately

“I know you are.” Your is voice genuine. You believe he is, but you’re not ready.

“Get out of bed, do your show.” He just groans into the speaker.

“I’ll do my show on one condition,” he tries to bargain.

“You’re not really in the position to,” you start but he cuts you off.

“You come tonight.”

“Jiyong,” you whine.

“Y/n,” he sighs, “None of this means anything if I don’t have you by my side,” you hear the crack in his voice. You bite your lip and sigh. Nothing says you’re getting back together right?

“Fine, have Taehee save me a ticket, text me the address and I’ll be there.” You say as you go to unblock him in your phone.

“You got it,” he says and a small smile returns to his face.

“It’s just a conversation, Jiyong. It means nothing.”

It doesn’t mean anything, right?

[artificiallita]

sapphic deadclaws headcanon

- logan really loves country music (of the johnny cash willie nelson sad old man variety)

- wade also really loves country music (of the shania twain carrie underwood girlypop variety)

- great! this is something they can bond over

- incorrect! logan apparently took her finger off the pop-culture pulse circa 1980-whatever, and she doesn’t even know who miranda lambert *is* (or maybe her universe just doesn’t have one? either fucking way)

- and wade tries really gd hard to get into her stuff, but it’s a bit too much god-and-jesus dirge for her. have you ever *tried* shaking your ass to ain’t no grave? it’s a hard sell

- they eventually crack it and bond over a shared love of dolly parton

- apparently jolene is explicitly a lesbian love song in logan’s home timeline, as god intended

- this definitely does not lead wade to pestering the tva for weeks trying to convince them to let her go back to planet worst-wolverine for like five minutes because she just needs to hear it *once*. definitely not.

- but yeah, two decidedly different tastes eventually start to merge into one

- logan is humming before he cheats under her breath while she’s cooking, and wade is trying to harmonise to chicken in black in the shower because logan is right and cash had a lot more hits than misses

- blind al hates country music of any variety. she needs them both to stop this yeehaw bullshit immediately

(this silly idea brought to you by having talladega ten by the chattahoochies stuck in my head for the better part of 24 hours, because god wade would fucking love that shit)

[chaoticbardlady99]

I wasn’t sold on the long hair thing for Sylus’ myth and then I saw Zayne’s long hair and ya know- I get it now. We were cheated- Rafayel deserves flowy pretty hair too. Why is this sweet Sea God not being BLESSED WITH FLOWING LOCKS???? WHY IS MY DRAGON DRESSED LIKE A GD VIKING SPORTING A GREATCLIPS HAIRCUT?

I don’t even care if it doesn’t make sense for Xavier or Caleb- GIVE ME THE PRETTY LONG HAIR SO I CAN BRAID IT

[roki-snake-sinner]

Ex Be Gone sample letter/text

(I want to further my shop (Snakeshoppe.etsy), and maybe try the Patreon thing out)

Situation: You have an Ex that had cheated on you, and you broke up with them. However, they will not leave you alone and have threatened to hurt your family if you don’t get back with them. The Ex is human, so you moved to another city that is vastly monster living, but your Ex still followed you. In a last ditch effort, you go to the police, who are all different species of Monsters, and the Chief gives you a card for a ‘Ex-Be-Gone’ Guard Dog service.

“Technically, no one in the station is allowed to have these, but when the law favors one side more than the other.” He left it at that.

You decided to call the service that night, and got a quick answer.

————————

You: How much does it cost to stop an… ex spouse?

GD Service: Depends on how long the stalking has been going on. The longer, the less it costs.

You: Two years. *information added*

GD Service: Payment after the job is done. And next time, have better taste in humans.

———— A few days after, you receive a letter with a Hellhound drawn on the front of the envelope, and a ‘R’ stamp holding the letter inside.

-

Dear Human,

Sorry about the long ass wait for the confirmation. Kind of hard to find an infected needle in an infected needle pile, but job’s done.

I won’t bore you with the details, but I think this was my best work yet. Had to be a little more coy with how I got them to agree to follow me, but a little pretending goes a long way. I could see how you were dragged down so easily, what without the sharper instincts and wanting to be loved.

But, you won’t have to worry about them anymore. Can’t really tell if they were still breathing by the time I was done with them, but at least they won’t be bothering you anymore.

And, don’t worry about the payment. Me and the pack had too much fun to think about being paid for it. Plus, you’re new to our services and the city.

So, think about it as a ‘Welcome to Misers, City of the Monsters and Miserable Humans that try to control it’ present.

If you are ever in need of some ‘removal’, or other such needs, make sure to go to the Misers’ Cops first. They may not be the top of the food chain, but even the lowest of Monsters respects them.

Don’t go to the human ‘only’ cops tho, but I feel you already knew that.

But, if you really want to pay for the ‘removal’ of the trash, then buy from any Monster store, cafe, library, or visit my friends over at the local swimming center.

They always looking for people that can chase the little Mers around to get them used to using both their fins and legs, when the situation calls for it.

Don’t worry, they don’t bite… Much.

Stay safe tho, the company I work for is, big but the humans try to be bigger.

Signed,

Your Loyal Guard Dog

Rox

[rekino2114]

I'm all for a part 2 on the chiaki comforting fic. I like sonia too, though at first I didn't like her, lol. Gundham, I feel neutral towards even if he is kinda cool to me.

Chiaki nanami with a cheated on reader

Part 2 to this

Pairing:chiaki nanami x male reader

A/n:I had the same experience with sonia, gundham is like top 5 gd characters for me but that's just cause I like theatrical and dramatic characters, chiaki is still my favorite though.

It's been two months since your relationship with sonia ended, and while you were still hurt about that, thanks to your friends, and especially chiaki, you had kinda gotten over her and felt a lot better

"Hm chiaki....is everything alright?"

"O-oh yeah Hajime don't worry about it"

"Are you sure? You seem to be staring at y/n a lot"

"........do you think he's OK?"

"Oh, you mean after the thing with sonia, i think he's doing alright, nagito told me he seems way happier now, even when sonia or gundham are near him"

"That's good"

"You really care about him, don't you?"

"Y-yeah, I really do, if I have to be honest I think I love him"

"....yeah...it was...pretty obvious"

Chiaki blushed before sheepishly looking at her friend

"W-was it really that obvious?"

"To be frank, yes, you always look at him with loving eyes and blush and turn away when he notices you, not to mention how angry you got when you found out sonia cheated on him"

"Can you blame me? Why did that princess cheat on an amazing guy like him anyway? Only thinking about it makes me mad"

".....right, anyway I think you should confess"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think he likes you too, he looks at you the same way you do to him"

"Oh I never noticed"

"Well, neither did he, so I guess you were made for each other"

The gamer laughed at Hajime's joke before gaining a determined look on her face

"Ok I will"

"That's great he's right there, I'll be rooting for you"

She gave him a smile before walking to where you were

"Hey, hey y/n do you mind if I talk to you for a while?"

"Oh, of course, especially since it's you, chiaki."

"T-thank you"

She sat near you and took a deep breath

"Y/n I have something to tell you, I think I'm in love with you"

".....really?"

"Yes, for a long time actually, even before you and Sonia broke up, I obviously couldn't tell you that while you were dating. when you broke up, I was incredibly angry at her but also a bit relieved that I could reveal my feelings"

"........"

"I-if you don't feel the same, then I hope we can still be friends"

Chiaki thought your silence meant a rejection, so she closed her eyes and waited for embarrassment, but instead, she was very surprised when she found her lips being kissed by yours but quickly melted into it

"I love you too chiaki, you helped me so much with my breakup, and I couldn't help but fall for you, I'd love to be your boyfriend"

"That's amazing, thank you so much, I promise I will never ever cheat on you or treat you like Sonia did"

"Don't worry I know, you're not the kind of person who'd do that"

"I'm glad you think so, I already love you so much"

"Me too"

You two kissed again before chiaki pulled a Nintendo switch from her backpack and began playing with you. Both of you very happy of your new relationship

[gds-daisy]

being in the bigbang fandom is fun and all until there’s people spreading rumors that gd and seunghyun were in a toxic romantic relationship where they cheated on each other and abused each other multiple times like PLEASE BFFR. they insisted that there is plenty of proof that verifies their claims but i did a deep dive on every social media app imaginable and found NOTHING. the og poster also said that they love gtop and even has MULTIPLE gtop edits on their page, which doesnt make sense to me if they’re making it seem like they were toxic. first the taeyang and hyorin divorce/abuse rumors and now this? give us a break please.

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