#dlb

[ldydeath]

Don’t Look Back | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong is stressed on tour and says something he can’t take back

Warnings: mild language 

Author’s Note: Hi guys! This is a part one of a two part collab fic. My best friend, the lovely and talented @wcnderlnds wrote part two, go check out her post to see how it ends!

PART TWO HERE

Everything was too much. You knew that, Jiyong knew that, but you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t protect him. He should’ve never taken on this tour so close to his enlistment. You knew he wanted to do this one last thing for his fans, something to remember him by. But the stress was about to swallow him whole and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You glanced down at your buzzing phone and sighed.

Jiyong’s face appeared on the screen, you knew he was calling because you weren’t in Japan yet. You were two hours away by flight and the show was still hours away, but you’d promised you’d be there. You answered the call, his voice filling the line before you could even say hello.

“Are you coming to the show tonight?” Jiyong’s voice whined through the phone and you let out a sigh, your hand rubbing your temples.

 You had hours of work to finish in order to get to the airport and you weren’t sure you were going to make it. The tour was nearing the end and you’d promised you’d be there for the last leg. Japan, the Europe dates, and the final night in Taiwan but work wasn’t letting you get away easy.

“I’m going to be getting in right as the show starts at this rate.” You sighed before slamming your hands down on your keyboard.

“You’re still at work?” You could hear the disappointment in his voice and slowed your typing. “I just have to finish some things before I’m gone for three weeks.” He let out a sigh and you chewed on your bottom lip, waiting for him to tell you not to come. 

“Okay, I’ll let you go. I miss you.” the phone went dead before you could reply. 

You slammed your phone down in frustration, trying your best to clear your thoughts so you could at least get to the airport in time to not miss your flight. You missed him too, you hated being apart for as long as you had been.

 At least he hadn’t told you to not bother, that was a step in the right direction, unlike his dates in North America. An ongoing theme throughout this tour was his back and forth on wanting you there. You knew he was going through a lot, but it didn’t excuse his behavior towards you. 

Deciding they could finish the rest without you, you left, making it to your plane just before doors closed and sat down in your first class seat. Of course he had gotten you the best seat money could afford. As you were getting situated, your phone buzzed and you stilled, almost afraid that it was work calling you back. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw who it was from. That sigh turned to a groan when you read his words. . 

If you can’t make it, just stay home. I’ll be back before I head to Europe and we can just fly out together.  

You didn’t know why he was pushing you away so much, you knew how lonely he’d been all tour. At least you’d be there in time for the show to start, you could hang out and see Japan after. He was there for a couple days anyway and you’d already made plans to sight see before you headed home. 

I’m on my way. Plane taxiing now. See you soon. You hastily replied back before shutting off your phone and sliding your eye mask over your face. 

You had just enough time to catch a nap before you’d be whisked off to the show. In true Jiyong fashion he’d had a car sent for you once he’d realized he couldn’t pick you up himself. You turned your phone back on once you were in the car to see several missed calls and texts from Jiyong, Daesung, and his management team. 

Well, that wasn’t good. You ignored everyone else blowing up your phone and dialed your boyfriend's number. Straight to voicemail. He was probably just getting into costume for the show. That was all. Everything was fine. It didn’t stop your heart from racing, the nerves settling in the closer you got to the stadium. 

One of Jiyong’s managers met you outside and led you backstage. It wasn’t hard to find Jiyong, he was standing by his entrance spot, his shiny jacket sparkling in the lights, your nerves settled as you saw him. 

“Hey” You grinned, that grin faltering as soon as your eyes met his. 

He looked exhausted. When was the last time he’d slept? Or eaten? He was so thin. You should’ve been here sooner, you could’ve forced him into a bed with a bowl of soup and not let him get up for a few days. You hadn’t seen him this bad off since that night he’d fainted over a year ago. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you reached for him, wanting to beg him to cancel the show. You knew he wouldn’t though and he smiled at you before turning away, your arms falling pathetically to your sides. 

You hesitated before following his crew to the side stage, your favorite spot to watch Jiyong. It always amazed you how quickly he could transform from the exhausted man you saw a few minutes ago to the king of the stage. His fans were none the wiser to how he was truly feeling as he used up every ounce of energy he had on that stage. But you knew, and you caught every stumble, every large inhale, how many times he looked up towards the ceiling. 

Once the show was over Jiyong headed over towards you, grabbed your hand and led you towards his sitting room. He looked up, eying the team of people following behind the two of you closely and shook his head before leading you inside and closing the door on them. He took one swift step towards you before his lips were on yours, his arms winding around you tightly. You could almost feel the weight of the day falling off him as you kissed him back. 

This is what he needed, after all the long days and sleepless nights. You. He knew he was being needy and a bit all over the place with his emotions but now that you were finally here he was going to do everything in his power to make it up to you. 

“Jiyong” You whispered as you broke the kiss, your hands sliding up his chest as you looked into his tired eyes. “Come on, let's get you changed and get some dinner. I’m putting your ass in bed tonight.”

The annoyance that crossed his face was alarming, he’d always appreciated you being the one looking out for him. He’d been off all day though, you reminded yourself as you stepped around him, moving to collect his hoodie. He took it from you wordlessly, stripping out of his sparkly red suit jacket and sliding the hoodie over his head in one swift movement. 

“I don’t want you to be here if you’re just going to baby me.” Your eyes widened as you looked over at him. Surely you’d heard him wrong.

“I’m not babying you, Jiyong. You’re clearly not sleeping and when was the last time you ate?” He glared at you, folding his arms across his chest. 

“This morning. I’m fine.” 

“That’s bullshit, Jiyong. You’re not fine.” You pulled out your phone, pulling up the various missed calls. “If you were fine you wouldn’t be crying out for help when I’m on an airplane. What’s going on with you?”

He glanced down, running his hand through his already messy hair and let out a sigh. “You were supposed to be here for this, not come at the end and start worrying about me.” He glanced up, all the pain you thought maybe you’d imagined was visible on his face. “I needed you here.”

“I had to work!” it was a lame excuse and you knew it but it was all you had. They wouldn’t just let you take months off work to let you follow Jiyong around the world. 

“I told you I’d take care of you. What do you think that fucking ring meant? You don’t have to work.”  His icey tone caused you to flinch, he’d never been this angry with you before. You glance down at your ring, absentmindedly twisting it on your finger.  

“We talked about this, Jiyong. I’m not going to quit my job and sit at home worried about you for the next two years. After the wedding, we agreed to revisit that topic. Don’t throw it back in my face now. I’m here. I’ve been here for you every night regardless of the distance.” 

You two had had your share of fights before, but this felt different. Like you were both toeing a dangerous ledge and if you weren’t careful someone was going to get hurt. You held his gaze daring him to say something. Anything.

“Maybe it’s not good enough.” Your eyes widened in shock, your heart thumping so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

He didn’t mean that. You knew he didn’t mean that, but all rational thoughts had seemed to exit your brain as his words cut you so deeply. All you wanted to do was hurt him back.

“Not good enough? Being awake at three in the morning when I have a meeting at seven to make sure you’re ok, that you’ve eaten, isn’t good enough? Hopping on a flight to be here with you wasn’t good enough? I have supported you through everything, Jiyong. I have loved you through all of it. If that’s not good enough then I don’t think anything will be. Maybe you should take this back, if I’m no longer good enough.” Your voice cracked and you willed yourself not to cry, he wasn’t going to see your tears today.

You slid the ring off your finger, holding it out for him. He blinked, looking down at the ring. This isn’t what he wanted, he had always wanted you. He’d be damned if he broke in front of you right now, though. If you were just going to give up on him because of one bad day, then fine. He moved over to you, snatching the ring out of your hand and slid it onto his pinky. 

You shook your head, moving towards the door. “If you walk out that door don’t come back.” His sharp voice broke the silence in the room and without looking at him, you opened the door, walked out and slammed it behind you. He closed his eyes, letting out a long exhale. He’d really fucked this up, hadn’t he?

tag list: @wcnderlnds @alosss-blog @sooyasya @dprvivi @infinetlyforgotten @mirahyun @loveesiren

[surskip]

thank you to my friend spooky for the idea

[crybabyboyscout]

[kat-theglitch]

Trying to get a base feel on how they'd wear their bandanas if they're not on the eyes and how their hair would look.

I'm probably gonna use these as my designs for human versions (Leo is a blondie)

[x-heesy]

I am a music proletarian 😂

​drop beats not bombs 💣 !!!!

Ультра-ультра

Ультра длб

Дядь, а остались ещё конфетки?

(Ультрашоколад, ультрашоколад)

Сладкоежка хочет в candy shop (оу е!)

Сладкоежка знает – я нашёл (о, да!)

Кто ищет сахар - тот найдет

Мой сироп тебе зайдет

Я конфетк��ю лечу твой рот

Шоколадный кокос и вишнёвая Fanta

Sweet sixteen - глаза как у панды

Давай делай вкусно – закатывай в гланды

Сине-белые пастилки, типа Armando

Only solo, девки - траблы

Creepy шоты мне мутит бармен

Карты торо-торо обещали Боро-боро

Но какого хуя я ночую под забором?

Карамельные сиропы поменяли панораму

Килограммы и сотни улетают без рекламы

Я накатывал-накатывал-накатывал (оу е!)

Пока не поправил сахарную карму

Мы устроим Коачеллу в квартире

И ты будешь на стиралке в сортире

А потом not sorry, ты не выложила стори

Как тебя поюзали и слили

Малышки на кристаллах

Устроят love парад

Ты такая сладкая конфета

Ультрашоколад

Таю во рту, деньги тают в руках

Сосу леденец, сахарная вода

Кислые, грустные идут нах

Оближи меня, да. Кремовая пизда (пизда?)

Я Ferrero Rocher, а не ебаный Skittles

Я хочу на Porshe и размеры как Pringles

Сливки, сахар и клубника

All star weekend. Шоко чика

Малышки на кристаллах

Устроят love парад

Ты такая сладкая конфета

Ультрашоколад

Ультрашоколад

Ультрашоколад

Ультрашоколад

Ультрашоколад

Ультрашоколад

——————-

Ultra-ultra

Ultra DLB

Uncle, are there still sweets?

(Ultrashococolate, ultrashococolate)

Sweet -tooth wants at Candy Shop (OU E!)

The sweet tooth knows - I found (oh, yes!)

Who is looking for sugar - he will find

My syrup will come in to you

I'm flying your mouth with a candy

Chocolate coconut and cherry fanta

Sweet Sixteen - eyes like a panda

Let's do it delicious - roll in the tonsils

Blue-white lozenges, such as Armando

Only Solo, girls - trabels

Creepy shots me a bartend

Toro-Toro cards promised Boro-Boro

But what the fuck am I night under the fence?

Caramel syrups changed the panorama

Kilograms and hundreds fly away without advertising

I rolled-rolled-rolled-rolled (oh e!)

Until I corrected sugar karma

We will arrange a coache in an apartment

And you will be on a washer in the toilet

And then not sorry, you did not lay out the story

How you were singing and leaked

Babies on crystals

Self -arrange a Love parade

You are such a sweet candy

Ultrachocolate

I melt in my mouth, money is melting in my hands

Sucking lollipop, sugar water

Sour, sad go

Lick me, yes. Cream cunt (cunt?)

I am Ferrero Rocher, not fucking skittles

I want to Porshe and sizes as Pringles

Cream, sugar and strawberries

All Star Weekend. Choko Chika

Babies on crystals

Self -arrange a Love parade

You are such a sweet candy

Ultrachocolate

Ultrachocolate

Ultrachocolate

Ultrachocolate

Ultrachocolate

Ultrachocolate

ультрашоколад by dlb 😂😂😂😂

[thegeneticopera]

Director Darren Lynn Bousman on set of Repo! The Genetic Opera

[yourfavealbumisgender]

гудбай, деревня! by DLB is Bisexual and Nonbinary!

requested by @w0rlds-end

[galacticclimax]

Oh no poor Adi, the bunny boy who hijacked your pregnancy is a top tier breeder, he charges a really large amount for his sperm, and I’m pretty sure you drank like 2 loads even before he loaded you up. That’s gotta be at least six figures, right?

-> Adi looks as if he might perish on the spot

"s-six... f-figures...?"

-> He looks down at his very round belly with dread

"but--but i-- i didn't-- he just-- h-hey, w-wait..."

-> Looks like Adi's going to be trying to figure out how to make it known that he did not, in fact, order Thumper's services...

[adlamu]

SEE WHAT I SEE | dlb reprise has me in some feelings rn

[bastillemxfans]

Happy 2 years to the incredible “Distorted Light Beam” single and video!! 🎊 (Still one of our favorite single covers by the way)😌

[atyourperil]

🍄🍓🍌🌱 for saturday!!!! my beloved

HI SONDER TY FOR THE ASK SONDER!!!!!!!

🍄- how likely is your OC to eat random mushrooms/berries they find?

not super? like in the wild. nothing in the pyramid’s many minifridges (johm will not let them get a regular fridge i think) is safe though.

🍓- how do they feel about ‘cute’ things?

tbh i think they’re more masc than fem & do not really like cute/frilly things (partially bc they’re an edgelord) but i don’t think they’re weird about it. i do think they bought a seal plush when they first joined the seals & then on a Guys Road Trip Spaghetti bought them a new one from a little beach tourist trap store & i think sat treasures it so fucking much

🍌- have parts of your oc been lost to time (in universe)? what do they wish they could lose from themselves?

1) YES. YES. um. Guys Sat is a radically different person from Seals Sat. even pre Sat’s like. healing arc, the experience of getting to the guys ( & the fact that their pregame visions are worse/now they’re haunted) fundamentally changed who they were. i think that early on this is like salt in the wound for them, just another thing they couldn’t save, but as they learn to love the guys they figure out that there parts of who they used to be that are honestly better off dead.

2) oh god. so fucking much, tbh. i think that they wish they could lose their memories of their childhood long enough to develop roots in memphis. they’re a santa monica baby, and i think that knowing they can never ever go home is really really painful & keeps them from, as much as they love the Guys, ever truly feeling at home in the city.

🌱- what new passions/hates is your OC discovering?

this isn’t really a passion per se, but it’s the only thing i can think of. i think they start actually caring about their presentation & identity & shift from being sort of “i’m queer but who cares” to being Queer On Purpose. they’re getting a *little* funky with it & it’s good for them. they hate the shade of baby blue their hair used to be (they started growing it out pretty soon after landing in memphis)

[crybabyboyscout]

[kat-theglitch]

Chapter 9 Is Out

I'm having a rough time so I'm just putting this out there

[x-heesy]

Ich bin ein Musik prolet (I'm a music proletarian) #shitpost4life

Ultra-ultra

Ultra dlb

Uncle, are there any more candies left?

(Ultra chocolate, ultra chocolate)

Sweet tooth wants to go to the candy shop (oh yeah!)

Sweet tooth knows - I found it (oh yeah!)

He who looks for sugar will find it

My syrup will suit you

I treat your mouth with candy

Chocolate coconut and cherry Fanta

Sweet sixteen - eyes like a panda

Let's make it delicious - roll it into your tonsils

Blue and white lozenges, Armando type

Only solo, girls - troubles

Creepy shots the bartender makes me sick

Toro-toro cards promised Boro-boro

But why the fuck am I sleeping under the fence?

Caramel syrups have changed the panorama

Kilograms and hundreds fly away without advertising

I rolled-rolled-rolled (oh yeah!)

Until I corrected my sugar karma

We'll host Coachella in an apartment

And you'll be in the toilet washing machine

And then not sorry, you didn’t post a story

How you were used and leaked

Babes on crystals

There will be a love parade

You're such a sweet candy

Ultra chocolate

I melt in my mouth, money melts in my hands

Sucking a lollipop, sugar water

Sour, sad go fuck

Lick me, yeah Creamy cunt (cunt?)

I'm Ferrero Rocher, not fucking Skittles

I want a Porshe and sizes like Pringles

Cream, sugar and strawberries

All star weekend. Choco chica

Babes on crystals

There will be a love parade

You're such a sweet candy

Ultra chocolate

Ultra chocolate

Ultra chocolate

Ultra chocolate

Ultra chocolate

Ultra chocolate

ультрашоколад by dlb

[frosteee-variation]

algebraic notation!!! wanna hear abt them dlb guys

OKAY. I REALIZED WAY TOO LATE HOW LATE IT WAS and also that the fic is weirdly formatted ghjfndk. but. we're using colors why not -----------------------

The Knight knew that they had more mental fortitude than The Scorekeeper was so aptly implying, but even they could feel themselves roll their eyes and suppress yet another huff of discontent at the comment. They continued making their moves – e7 to d6, exd5 – refusing to comment until they could refuse it no longer.

"DO NOT THINK THAT WE DO NOT NOTICE YOUR CALCULATIONS. WE KNOW AN ATTACK WHEN WE SEE ONE."

The Scorekeeper shrugged. c6 takes d4.

"look who’s talking"

[galacticclimax]

poor Edi

he had his 10 lil babies yet (nine bears one bun, damn at least he passes the class with a 90)

-> Edi's face scrunches up

"only a 90?????"

(we can. just imagine that he has. poor thing. u m u)