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this teaser’s so good likkeekdfd i’m waiting for this to be released like it’s a comeback LMAO

NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

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In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

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02:37 — c. beomgyu

pairing. choi beomgyu x gn reader genre. established relationship ; fluff wc. 292

“hey. hey. hey, beomgyu,” you whisper, nudging your boyfriend’s shoulder.

he groans, pushing you away. “leave me alone.”

“beom, wake up, it’s important.” you continue undeterred and only stop when he forces his eyes open and whines about it being too early. you suppose he’s right, the sky still dark out.

“what is it?”

“let’s kiss.”

beomgyu blinks. “are you kidding me? what time is it, why are you even awake?”

you shrug, shifting on the bed so you are resting on the back of your legs. “because. i had a dream we were kissing, woke up and it wasn’t real. imagine the distress i’m in.”

“you woke me up at—” beomgyu leans over to check the time on his phone, winces at the brightness of his screen, turns back to you to fix you with a deadpan stare— “two in the morning. for kisses.”

crossing your arms across your chest, you stare at him blankly. “you don’t want to kiss me?”

beomgyu isn’t even the least bit fazed. “you know i always want to kiss you.” to prove his point, he leans up on his elbows and gives you a quick peck on your lips. “now, go back to sleep. we can make out in the morning.”

the kiss catches you off guard and it takes you a moment to catch your bearings. “fine,” you agree sighing, once his words caught up to you.

once you’ve settled back under the covers, beomgyu wraps an arm around your torso and pulls you in close. he doesn’t move anymore after that and you assume that he’s fallen asleep. except, when your eyelids flutter shut, you feel beomgyu press a featherlight kiss to the top of your head before you are lulled off to sleep.

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i need him bad like . ur fuelling my delusions i can’t TAKE THIS

21:28 — p. sunghoon

pairing. park sunghoon x gn reader genre. established relationship, non-idol au, fluff wc. 438

“can you please be normal?”

“i’m being normal.”

sunghoon rolls his eyes. “no, because a normal person would just get on the bed instead of staring at it like it’s full of snakes.”

“the only snake i see is you,” you snark, smiling innocently.

“cute,” he teases. then, “get on the bed, y/n.” despite how calm and collected he is trying to be, you can tell he is just as nervous about this as you.

when he invited you over to study that afternoon, neither of you expected for it to get so late. especially not late enough that you couldn’t go home tonight. it made sense that sunghoon offered to let you sleep over for the night. and of course your boyfriend wasn’t going to let you sleep on the couch and you weren’t going to kick him out of his own bed, so here you were now.

sunghoon laying on his bed and you…staring.

you didn’t plan on doing anything, but it’s about the principle of the thing. you were going to be sleeping with your boyfriend—in his bed!—for the first time.

and he was just as nervous as you.

so, mustering up all the courage you could, you climb into the opposite side of the bed and position yourself under the black and grey blankets. you feel sunghoon’s eyes on you the whole time.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he is teasing, but you can hear the relief in his voice anyway.

you roll your eyes good naturedly. “don’t look at me.”

he sputters, rounding on you to stare at the side of your face. “what are you even talking about?”

“i don’t know, this might be some kind of seduction tactic of yours.” your face feels impossibly warm despite the breeze coming in the room from sunghoon’s open window.

“you’re so weird,” he comments, a laugh on his lips, but turns on his back anyways.

the two of you stare at the ceiling in silence, though you take peaks of your boyfriend through the corner of your eyes. he catches you.

“hey!” he yells indignantly. “if i can’t look at you, you can’t look at me!”

he has a point, but you scowl at him anyways. “fine, just switch off the lights then.”

he does, but instead of lying on his back like before, he turns on his side to face you. and you would never refuse an excuse to look at him, so you follow suit.

“goodnight, y/n.” even in the dark, you still see the small hint of a smile on his face. you smile too.

“night, hoon.”

Golden having a Slimy sex with Lola

Ok from now on i will be asking some questions.

Anybody has questions or actions to my characters? Please i just never had a question.

Ask will be on until 1:30

I remade my gooey oc Lola!

Prep School by esteele-stylin-the-nation featuring platform sandals

Black camisole top / Lola white and black jacket, £80 / Dolce Gabbana skirt, £595 / Platform sandals, £37 / Givenchy bag, £1,840 / Steve Madden aztec earrings, £12 / Wet Seal necklace, £9.59

Prep School by esteele-stylin-the-nation featuring Givenchy

Ribbed crop top / Lola black and white jacket, £81 / Dolce Gabbana black high waisted skirt, £380 / Heel platform shoes, £37 / Givenchy handbag, £1,855 / Steve Madden aztec earrings, £12 / Wet Seal antique pendant, £9.68

Lola T70

Lola BO70/90

Comet Lovejoy, Magic Wand

72 Lola T290

Amelie x Lola kiss (with a not so good lesbian flag’s palette)

needless to say, I love this ship and so I decided to draw this simple and chaste kiss. I hope you enjoy it

Untitled #195 by leowashington934 featuring crop tops

Heron Preston crop top, $300 / Calvin Klein 205W39NYC cropped jacket / WithChic ripped shorts, $20 / Wedge heel shoes / Lola leather cap / Brown glasses

Untitled #200 by leowashington934 featuring Maje

Alexander McQueen crew neck sweater, $1,290 / Maje skirt, $485 / Gucci black lace-up boots / Heart earrings / Rhinestone necklace / Hakusan round sunglasses / Lola cap hat

Mazda MZR-R Lola B09/86 LMP1

Baby number 6 was born just as the kids came home from school! Welcome to the world Lola!

Lola aged up to a toddler!

Lola gets to eat the last piece of cake from the party since she was still a baby during the party