#Cute Grandma Apparel

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From Playdates to Storytime: Why I Love Being A Grandma

Being a grandma is a joyous adventure that fills my heart with boundless love and warmth. It's a role that allows me to experience the wonder of childhood once again, but this time with the wisdom and patience that comes with age. I cherish every moment spent with my grandchildren, from reading bedtime stories to baking cookies together in the kitchen.

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As a grandma, I have the privilege of spoiling my little ones with affection and treats, without the full-time responsibilities of parenting. I delight in their laughter, marvel at their curiosity, and beam with pride as I watch them grow and learn. There's something magical about seeing my own children become parents and witnessing the family legacy continue through these precious little ones.

My role as a grandma also gives me the opportunity to pass down family traditions, share life lessons, and create lasting memories. Whether we're gardening, crafting, or simply snuggling on the couch, every interaction is a chance to bond and nurture our special relationship.

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Being a grandma is a gift that keeps on giving, bringing new purpose and joy to my life. It's a love like no other, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Gnome Matching Family refers to a whimsical and charming trend in home decor and garden ornamentation. These collections feature a set of gnome figurines designed to represent different family members, all sharing a cohesive style and theme.

Typically, these gnome families include representations of parents, children, and sometimes even pets, each with distinct characteristics but maintaining a unified appearance. They often sport matching outfits or color schemes, creating a delightful visual harmony.

These playful sets can be used to decorate gardens, lawns, or indoor spaces, adding a touch of magic and personality to any environment. They're particularly popular during holidays, with themed versions for Christmas, Easter, or Halloween.

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Gnome Matching Families appeal to those who appreciate quirky, fun decor and enjoy the idea of creating a miniature, fantastical family in their living spaces. They often become cherished collectibles, with enthusiasts expanding their gnome families over time.

Valentine's Day, celebrated on February 14th, is a holiday dedicated to love and affection. It's a time when couples express their feelings through cards, flowers, chocolates, and romantic gestures. Singles might celebrate with friends or treat themselves. The day's origins are rooted in ancient Roman traditions and Christian history, evolving into the modern celebration of romantic love. Many see it as an

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opportunity to show appreciation for partners, while others view it as overly commercialized. Regardless, Valentine's Day remains a popular cultural phenomenon, encouraging expressions of love and kindness worldwide.

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Who Needs Santa I’ve Got Grandma Youth Funny Christmas Tee

"Skip the Santa hype—because who needs Santa when you’ve got Grandma? This adorable Who Needs Santa I’ve Got Grandma youth t-shirt is the perfect holiday outfit for kids who adore their grandma! Made from soft, breathable fabric for all-day comfort, this shirt is festive, fun, and ideal for family gatherings or Christmas photos. A great gift from Grandma to her favorite grandchild or a sweet addition to any kid's holiday wardrobe. Available in multiple sizes and colors to suit every little one’s style!"

Get comfortable with our 100% cotton crew neck t-shirts. Made of 100% soft cotton for a smooth, breathable fit. Pre-shrunk cotton tees are perfect for layering or wearing alone. Lightweight fabric keeps you cool and dry so you can look great and feel great all day. The perfect tee shirt for a modern casual look.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Due to different light settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

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Get into the holiday spirit with our collection of Christmas t-shirts! Whether you're looking for funny quotes, festive graphics, or matching family designs, we’ve got something for everyone. Perfect for holiday parties, casual wear, or as unique Christmas gifts. Made from high-quality, comfortable materials, these shirts are available in a variety of sizes and colors. Spread holiday cheer and style this season with our one-of-a-kind Christmas tees!

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my grandma came up with the idea of a blog and i was totally in love with that. i’ll be sharing many things from now on like clothes, makeup, my cats, etc…this dress here is the topic of today! i thrifted it, and though i couldn’t find the socks i really wanted i went with some cute ghost ones :3

brand of the dress: roch steady, size L

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fashion and clothing is something i’ve always been super into so you’ll see lots of different outfits and what not.

outfit details: long sleeve turtleneck, skull dress, black tights, steve madden for the shoes, ghost socks(black socks with white ruffles works too).

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15 Questions For The Writer

1. Are you named after anyone? Off of tumblr, my family named me after a character from the soap opera, 'D.ays of our Lives'.

2. When was the last time you cried? Mmmm. Christmas eve? Not going to divulge in that though haha. Just out of frustration.

3. Do you have kids? No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh yes, though I try not to use it against people who I don't know or who aren't keen with it. But if I hear someone use sarcasm, I'll do it right back.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Mainly what clothes they are wearing. Or if they have a cute bag. Or listening to them react to their environment, whether it's positive or negative.

I can't look into faces of strangers I don't know. I know in interviews with a stranger for a job, it's a lot different, but I still have to force myself to give eye contact. Otherwise, it makes me physically uncomfortable if I don't know a person. So my eyes are usually drawn by colors of apparel first, or the sounds going on around me.

6. What’s your eye colour? Hazel Green

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings rn. I cannot physically stomach scary movies (or even shows with 'everyday' scary themes currently, but I know I will get back to those eventually).

But I was ruined with scary movies in 4th /5th grade when one of my old friends forced me to watch em'. I never recovered and C.huckie still is the stuff of nightmares to me, I cannot look at a baby doll the same way again 😂

8. Any special talents? ...falling up the steps rather than falling down. I swear, the amount of times I do it. Even my dog does it from time to time ( though she is very fine, she just slips on one step up but never falls completely.)

9. Where were you born? USA, Georgia.

11. Have you any pets? I am on my second pupper! First one passed of old age after high school, and I got the second a year and a half later and she is still going strong 😊

12. What sport do you play/have played? Oh my god. I am a limp noodle when it comes to sports and I don't play anything currently. I would be 'THAT kid who would be the last one to be chosen' type of bad LMAO

When I was little, my parents tried to force me to do sports, which is probably why I hated them for so long (though I have grown to appreciate them a decade ago and will not say no to trying out new things).

I know I did gymnastics in like...early elementary school years...I have a few plastic participation trophies from them l m a o. But I honestly cannot remember anything about it but the big foam cube pool. Ballet, but that did not last long at all despite also having two or three participation trophies. Little me HATED it. I felt so embarrassed wearing those frilly tutus during recitals... I was not that kind of little girl. It even came up during Christmas recently, and my grandpa admitted to me that I NEVER looked like I was having fun during those show recitals, I always had this look of ' 'I have no clue what I am doing' and 'why am I here' while my mom and grandma always raved about how cute I look in that heavy makeup lmao. Because apparently I never looked out to the crowd, I always watched what the other kids were doing and tried to keep up. 😂 I think I must've been like. 5 at the time.

I think?? I did one lesson with horse riding, but even though I enjoyed it, I was never taken back to it. But I was so little and I realize now that costs are expensive l m a o.

I think I went to tennis practice two times in elementary and was done. They tried to put me in cheerleading classes, which was laughable, I did one class and said no. Karate...was more interesting in middle school since it was the first time I chose it, but I was frustrated that I could never remember what to do during performances and my parents were never supportive anyway since they wanted me to be in the "girly girl" sports.

All in all, all the personal sports memories I have are rather negative, which was unfortunate.

13. How tall are you? 5 foot 3 inches. s m o l l.

14. Favourite subject in school? Other than art, I loved when the football coaches in high school taught history because they made it fun.

15. Dream job? I would absolutely love to do something with my art. Currently, taking baby steps to make them feel achievable. Current SMALL dream is to open up an etsy to run on side while working a job. I got a heat press to make shirts, and I got a cricut to make all sorts of others things.

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Festive Fashion: How to Style Denim for 3 Different Holiday Parties

It’s easy to understand why so many iconic rom-coms take place during the holidays—cozy weather, mistletoe, and plenty of parties are the perfect recipe for meet-cutes and memories. Whether your end-of-year plans are filled with family gatherings, workplace soirées, or festivities with your friends, stylish outfits can make you feel like you’re starring in a holiday movie.

Feeling like the main character in a seasonal flick starts with versatile, classic closet staples, which is why denim is the perfect foundation for any holiday party outfit. This versatile fabric is ideal for anything from casual family dinners to dressy workplace parties. Ready to sleigh this season? Here’s how to style denim for three types of holiday gatherings.

Family Fun

Styling the perfect outfit for family gatherings is a delicate balance. After all, you have to curate a look that your grandma will approve of—while still feeling confident in the inevitable photos your aunt will post on social media. Fortunately, crafting a festive, family-friendly, fashionable outfit starts with great jeans. Whether you adore your plus size stretchy jeans that feel tailored to your figure or petite wide leg high waisted jeans, your go-to denim staples can be perfect for family gatherings.

Style dark wash jeans with a cami, and tie the look together with a fuzzy cardigan and dainty accessories. When paired with simple kitten heels or leather loafers, dark-wash jeans add an elevated touch to an otherwise casual outfit. Plus, a touchable cardigan puts a stylish spin on the beloved—or dreaded—ugly sweater tradition.

Friend Festivities 

The holidays are the perfect time to show your friends you adore them, celebrate the wonderful year you’ve had together, and reminisce about great memories. From gift exchange gatherings to trendy soirées, the perfect holiday party fit can make you feel like your bubbliest and brightest self at this year’s celebration.

For a casual, intimate gathering, style a pair of denim junior cargo pants with a cropped sweater or cardigan. For dressy dinner parties, wear an oversized denim jacket over your favorite silky or shimmery dress for an elevated but effortless look. Opting for traditional holiday hues and embellishments can help give your outfits that glam holiday look.

Workplace Parties 

Whether you’re a barista at a charming local coffee shop or are working your way up the corporate ladder, workplace holiday parties are a great chance to bond with your coworkers, unwind, and celebrate another great year. Workplace holiday party outfits should balance professionalism and playfulness—making denim a safe and stylish choice.

Pair black flare jeans with an off-the-shoulder top, and accessorize based on the type of event your workplace is hosting. Are you and your coworkers closing up the coffee shop early for a merry evening of dancing and games? Or is your office planning an elevated night of hors d’oeuvres and drinks? Casual platform sneakers and simple jewelry might be best for the former, while classic pumps and elegant statement jewelry are perfect for the latter.

With the right denim staples, you can look and feel like the main character at this season’s holiday parties.

About YMI Jeans

Since the early 2000s, YMI Jeans has brought the cutting-edge Los Angeles fashion scene to women everywhere with budget-conscious denim and accessible styles. Born during an iconic era of fashion and pop culture, YMI Jeans quickly made a name for themselves in the fashion industry as an innovative, reliable brand. With a focus on functionality and fit, YMI Jeans crafts apparel that empowers women to feel and look their best. With innovative fabrics and designs, this inclusive brand engineers tummy control jeans that celebrate and hug your shape while making the latest styles—from junior cargo pants to plus size flares—accessible to everyone. With comprehensive fit guides and style resources, YMI Jeans connects fashion lovers with the latest trends and reliable staples.

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Tipsy Elves Classic Cute Cardigan Ugly Christmas Sweaters for Women with Fun Patterns and Animals

HOLIDAY CARD READY Step up your greeting card photo game this year. Make your outfit picture perfect from all angles and match with the people you hold closest. With multiple styles and designs to choose from, the whole family will be ready and matching in no time.

SNUG AND STYLISH With Tipsy Elves’s incredible cozy and snug Modern Tailored Fit, these aren’t your grandma’s Ugly Christmas Sweaters! You’ll look so good this year, Santa will have no choice but to put you on the Good List.

COMFY COZY CUTE Our Ugly Christmas Sweaters for Women are perfect for staying warm and cozy this holiday season. Great for layering or wearing on it’s own, stay comfortable even if the rest of your family makes the holidays awkward.

PREMIUM CONSTRUCTION Our Tipsy Elves Ugly Christmas Sweaters are crafted with a durable fabric to last through Christmas yet to come and make for the perfect matching family pictures!

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Unleash Your Style with Apparel Panda's Customized T-Shirts in the USA

Apparel Panda brings you a delightful collection of customized t-shirts that allow you to express your individuality and celebrate special relationships. From humorous designs like "Grandpa Warning May Nap Suddenly at Any Time" to empowering statements like "I Just Keep Getting Better," our custom t-shirts cater to various sentiments. Discover the perfect design that resonates with your personality and showcases your unique style.

Customized T-Shirts in the USA:

Apparel Panda offers a wide range of customized t-shirts, giving you the opportunity to create a personalized fashion statement. Our USA-based platform ensures high-quality products and quick shipping for a seamless shopping experience. Whether you want to express your creativity, commemorate a special occasion, or make a heartfelt gift, our custom t-shirts allow you to do it with style.

Grandpa Warning May Nap Suddenly at Any Time T-Shirt:

This charming t-shirt design embraces the quirks of a beloved grandpa who is known for his unexpected naps. It adds a touch of humor and warmth, capturing the special moments spent with your grandpa while celebrating his unique habits.

I Just Keep Getting Better T-Shirt:

Embrace self-growth and positivity with this motivational t-shirt. It serves as a powerful reminder that we are constantly evolving and becoming better versions of ourselves. Wear it proudly to inspire yourself and those around you.

Of Course I'm Cute T-Shirt:

This adorable t-shirt design playfully acknowledges your undeniable cuteness. It exudes confidence and charm, making it a delightful addition to your wardrobe. Embrace your inner cuteness and let it shine with this irresistible design.

Proud Son In Law T-Shirt:

Show your appreciation for your in-laws with this proud son-in-law t-shirt. It symbolizes the strong bond and respect you have for your spouse's parents. Wear it proudly to express your gratitude and strengthen the family ties.

I’m The Luckiest Trouble Maker T-Shirt:

If mischief is your middle name, this t-shirt design is perfect for you. Embrace your playful side with pride, as this design captures your mischievous spirit and adds a touch of fun to your everyday outfits.

Grandmasaurus T-Shirt:

Celebrate the wisdom and love of grandmas with this endearing t-shirt design. It portrays grandmas as timeless and wise like dinosaurs, highlighting their irreplaceable role in our lives. Show your love and admiration for your grandma with this heartwarming design.

Papa is Priceless T-Shirt:

Express your love and appreciation for your beloved grandfather with this sentimental t-shirt. It conveys the priceless value of a special papa in your life. Wear it with pride and honor the cherished memories and lessons shared with your grandfather.

Grandpa Knows Everything T-Shirt:

Acknowledge the wisdom and knowledge of your beloved grandpa with this endearing t-shirt design. It showcases the unique bond between grandchildren and their grandpa, while playfully acknowledging his expertise. Let everyone know that grandpa holds the key to all the answers.

Super Cool Mother-In-Law T-Shirt:

Celebrate the fantastic relationship with your mother-in-law with this stylish t-shirt design. Showcasing the cool and admirable qualities of your mother-in-law, this design adds a touch of flair to your wardrobe while expressing your appreciation for her.

Apparel Panda offers a fantastic collection of customized t-shirts in the USA that allow you to express your style, sentiments, and relationships. With designs ranging from humorous to heartfelt, you can find the perfect t-shirt that represents your individuality. Explore our collection, personalize your favorite design, and wear it proudly to make a fashion statement that is uniquely you.

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Christmas Miracle

Summary: Telling your friends and family that you and Chan are finally together.

Part two to Winter Break

Fluff, Non idol au, Freshly Dating au

Word Count: 2,302

Chan (Dino) X Reader [Mentions Seungkwan and Vernon]

Requested: i was wondering if you were going to make a part 2 to that like the coffee shop scene, or telling his family or seungkwan and vernon back in uni that you're together or something like that?

Prompt: 12. A Christmas Miracle

A/n: Winter Break can be read alone but this is an expansion of it 🥺 and I truly adore it. Thank you for all the nice comments on Winter Break. It truly made my holiday. I hope you all have a happy holidays 🥺💖please read pt. 1 or this won't make full sense-- I put the keep reading up high just in case!

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You get your coffees together and find a table in the back, away from the chilly window. After you sit across from each other, you ask, “How long have you liked me?” He smiles, looking down at his coffee before looking you back in the eyes, “For three years now. But I really began to fall for you after our first year ended. We were at Vernon’s, playing with their cats and having fun. And I realized I wanted to hear your laugh for the rest of my life. And then, when we kissed in sophomore year? That was the best day of my life.” He stares off before looking into your eyes, “I would call Nana all the time after we hung out, telling her how beautiful I found you. I think I’ve always known I wanted to be with you. When did you realize?” You blush and swirl the coffee that’s left in your cup, “I think I’ve always liked you, but I think I fell for you on the trip over to Vernon’s. We played cards in the backseat, even though you had a losing hand. You never gave up. I admired that, and you have a super cute pout too.” You pause for a moment, “I regretted not asking you out after we kissed. That kiss meant more to me than just a turn in a game, as it had for you.” He reaches over and grabs your hand, “Me too. I wish we had gained the courage sooner. But we’re together now, and that’s what matters.”

You kissed for the second time outside the café. It was short and delicate but romantic. You had gotten out of the door and passed the storefront window when Chan turned around and asked if he could. You nodded eagerly, and he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, you returned it, and just as fast as it came, it ended. You giggled like middle schoolers, and he walked you back home hand in hand.

He opens the door, and you let go of each other’s hands and put away your winter apparel. Before you get out of the entranceway, he places a kiss on your cheek. You place your hand over the spot before quickly kissing his cheek. Which causes him to do the same, and you both giggle. He holds his hand out to you, and you gingerly take it and walk into the living room with him. His mom spots you first, and she gasps, “Oh, thank goodness, I thought you two would never admit it.” His dad whips his head around and asks, “Is it true?” You both look at each other and nod. His dad grins and grabs his camera from the mantel, “Oh, this is a Christmas Miracle! Gather in, you two!” Before taking a few hundred photos of you two. Thankfully, without the flash on, Nana walks in just as you two kiss in front of the camera. “And my work here is done.” She mutters to herself, goes into the kitchen, and starts making breakfast for the six of you.

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On Christmas Day, you wake up to Chan shaking you, “You look pretty when you sleep, but it’s Christmas, and I want to open presents with you.” You laugh awake, “Okay! I’m awake. I’ll race you!” You race him downstairs and make it first before Gun smirks and goes, “I beat all six of you here!” You groan, “If it’s not one Lee, it’s the other!” Chan laughs before pouting, “Wait- that means I’m third.” His dad comes down the stairs and ruffles his hair, “At least you’re not the last, son.” His Grandma climbs down the stairs next, “You know we could wait until a reasonable time to unwrap presents.” His dad goes, “And where’s the fun in that, Mom?” She glares, “I get to sleep, and so does your wife.” His mom comes down the stairs last and groans, “I’m with Mom on this. We could be napping kiddos.” The four of you whine, and then she says, “Four to two, we never were going to win, were we?” Nana shakes her head, “No, I suppose not. Next year though, we unwrap our presents at midnight and head back to bed. Good?” The two of them laugh as she says, “Great.” And you four shake your heads at them and pile up on the couch.

You open your presents with Chan’s Dad videoing the whole thing happily. Everyone opens their gifts one at a time to make sure he gets it all on tape. You finish your gifts second when Chan’s mom hands you a package, and you ask, “What’s this?” She shakes her head, “Open it, dear. I was going to make Chan deliver this to you. But since he brought you here, I get to see your reaction.” His dad flips the camera toward you. “Well, go ahead!” And you grin and peel back each piece of tape, “We’re not using this paper next year. Rip into it!” Gun cheers, and so you do. It’s a hand-crocheted sweater. You immediately throw it over your t-shirt and feel the sleeves, “It’s so soft!” And she smiles, and you get up and hug her, “I promise to cherish it forever.” She laughs, “I’m so glad you like it!” You shake your head, “I love it.” She smiles before pulling away from the hug, “Make sure Chan delivers the sweaters for Vernon and Seungkwan to them as well?” You nod, “Of course.”

After dinner, you reach your shared bedroom first and text your parents about your relationship. And reply to the photos of the gift shop. You send your mom a picture of your and Chan’s hands intertwined. And she immediately calls you, “Oh honey, I’m so happy! I’m glad you two finally got together!” You hear your dad’s voice in the background cheer, “Put me on the line, put me on the line!” And with a rustle on their end, he goes, “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry we couldn’t experience this in person. But I’m so happy that you got together. I always knew you two would make a good pair!” You sniffle a little but hold it together, “Thank you both. I love you guys.” And they tell you how much they miss you and wish they had taken you along. But they’re happy they didn’t because it meant you got together with Chan. “I promise we’ll make it up to you during spring break, okay, dear?” You sigh, “I’m holding you two to that.” Your mom says, “That’s fair. Please enjoy the rest of your break, dear.” You tell them, “I’ll see you guys later. Love you.” In unison, they say, “We love you too.”

Chan comes in shortly after, “I thought I should give you some privacy.” You smile and pat the bed beside you, “They wanted to say that they were happy about us being together.” He smiles and slides in next to you, “Really?” You nod, and he grins, “I’m glad.” He wraps his arm around you, “You okay, though? I know them not taking you was hard.” You nod, “Yeah, especially because it meant I got to be with you.” You lean against him and ask, “Is this real?” He chuckles, “I’ve been asking myself that all day.” You smile, “You're my Christmas miracle.” With his free hand, he lifts your chin to look him in the eyes, “You're mine too.” And you grin before kissing his lips. Maybe not all Christmases are perfect, but they always end up alright.

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You both had forgotten to tell Seungkwan and Vernon about the change in your relationship. It wasn’t until you were driving back to school that either of you remembered it. “How are we gonna tell them?” You ask and Chan groans, “I forgot about that! Seungkwan is going to whine that we didn’t tell him sooner!” You nod, “But at least Vernon will have our back. He’ll probably be like, Congrats, and then calm Seungkwan down.” He laughs, “Yeah. Thankfully, we have a friend like him.” You grab his hand that’s resting on the shifter in yours and gently rub circles into it. “We'll be okay, I promise.” He nods, and you go, “Plus, the worst Seungkwan can do is drop-kick us. But even then, I don't think he will. He likes us too much.” Which causes him to laugh, “I needed that reminder. It's worse than telling my dad I got detention in high school.” You laugh and agree before placing a kiss on top of his hand. After a few more lights, he says, “They’re more bark than bite.” And you agree, “But we love 'em.”

When you arrive on campus, you text Seungkwan and Vernon in the group chat that you’ll meet them in the cafeteria. Seungkwan excitedly texts back, “I can’t wait to tell you about my trip!” And Vernon texts back the smiley face with sunglasses emoji. You take that as a yes, and you both walk across campus. The chill of early January bites you two as you walk mitten in mitten. As you reach the cafeteria, you ask if he’s okay, and Chan whines, “I’m growing icicles under my nose here!” You laugh, “You should have worn a scarf!” Before quickly wrapping the ends of your scarf around his face. And he sighs into the scarf, and you laugh as you relock your mittens together.

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“I'll be damned. Vernon, this must be a Christmas miracle." Seungkwan mutters as he watches the two of you walk in, and Vernon goes, “What?” Before seeing it, “I was wondering when they would confess.” As if it was the most obvious thing in the world to him. “Me too! But they didn’t tell us!” He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. Vernon laughs and pats his back as the two of you sit across from them.

Seungkwan immediately confronts you two, “So when were you going to inform us?! Does the best friend title not hold any validity?” You both laugh before you go, “His Nana convinced me to!” He gasps, “Oh my god!” Vernon rolls his eyes at Seungkwan, “Congrats.” Chan thanks him as you tell the story, and Chan puts his head on your shoulder. “So we’re going to have to see disgusting displays of affection until we graduate?!” You smirk, “Yeah.” And turn your head and kiss his forehead. “Gross!” It’s Chan’s turn to smirk as he goes, “You’re just jealous 'cause no one’s asked you!” He huffs, “Maybe so.” He digs into his lunch, and once he finishes, “I’m good now.” The three of you go, “Good.”

He happily tells the three of you about his trip, showing off all the places he went on his phone. Although Sojeong and Jinseol pushed him into the fountain after they arrived, he still had a fun time. He went to all kinds of shops and bought a new wardrobe for the spring semester. And how he can’t wait to wear them all. “Oh! Before I forget! I got you all something!” He pulls out a little bag from his tote bag. And hands each of you a souvenir, and you happily put on the Paris ring as Vernon slips on the snazzy sunglasses while Chan pulls the necklace over his head. “Fitting?” The three of you ask him in sync, and he grins, “Now we all have matching best friends' Paris souvenirs!” He shows off his Paris pandora charm. And you all grin, “Thanks, Kwan!”

Vernon goes next, telling you three about getting a dog for Christmas, which Sofia, his sister, named Baby. And you all grin, “Oh, show us some pictures!” And he does, “Baby is so funny. Mom thought it would be cute to do the whip cream thing. And look! She catches on so fast!” You all laugh while watching the little dog. Before he asks, “What about you guys, I know Chan’s dad is wild when it comes to catching moments. So do you guys have any pictures?” You both happily nod and pull out your phones. You show Vernon the photos while Chan shows Seungkwan. “Oh, you guys look so cute here!” Seungkwan cheers at the picture of you looking into each other’s eyes before the kiss. And Vernon goes, “I like this one.” As you reach the photo of your hands intertwined. Seungkwan coos, “You two are so cute together. Thank God for Nana Lee!” You all cheer, “Nana Lee!” And Vernon goes, “I am too. You guys are good for each other.” You both thank the two of them and carry-on talking about anything that crosses your mind.

When Chan says, “Oh wait! Mom wanted me to give you both something too!” He reaches into his backpack, finds the two wrapped-up sweaters, and hands them theirs. You smile and decide to video the two of them, “Your mom would be sad if she didn’t see your reactions on film.” The three agree, and Seungkwan rips in as Vernon examines the tag before opening it gently. “A hand-crocheted sweater!? Your mom is gifted, Chan! I hope you know that! Look at this craftsmanship!��� You all grin, and Vernon looks it over before taking off his jacket and throwing it on. And goes, “It’s perfect, thanks, Mrs. Lee.” “Yeah! Thanks, Mrs. Lee!” You grin and send the video to her, and she sends you cute little emojis and tells you to tell the boys she loves them. Which you do and send her a sweet, ‘love you from all four of us.’ Before closing out the chat and going back to your conversation. Maybe winter break didn’t go as planned, but it ended better than expected. It was a Christmas Miracle, after all.

[succubratty]

Lili's Kinky Diary: Two smelly girls in a grindcore gig

Hello guys, gals, they, them, and others! 💖

It's been a while since I posted my stories with Emma. 

If you haven't read it already, here, you can check the three-part story that started it all: How I knew my best friend had amazing farts: PART I | PART II | PART III and final

We are on summer vacation now, visiting my hometown; my real hometown is Santiago, Chile; but I moved to California when I was ten, to LA, to be more specific.

A sad short story we moved with my little sister because my mom died of cancer, and the only family I had was here in LA, which was my uncle and my grandmother; maybe someday I'll talk about more of that, but it won't be kinky, so next time possibly.

So let's start with the main story!

I was a very die-hard metalhead girl in high school, I was from gig to gig back in those days, and I met so many cute and stunning girls, punk, emo, gothic, skin girls, and of course, metalhead girls, too.

This was pre-transition; before coming out, I was just boy-modding everywhere; just imagine a tiny femboy metalhead, a mix between a twink and cub, a twub? I was trying to get my hair to grow longer and all; I was trying so hard to look more feminine.

I had just turned 19 and was in my last year of high school. Parenthesis: I had to repeat the fifth grade because that was the year I moved to the USA.

There was a big gig with local grindcore bands; I was really into crust punk, grindcore, power violence, and other sub-genres alike in those years.

I was going to go alone because my metalhead friends (all cis het males btw) were more into power metal and progressive metal stuff; they didn't like the noisiness of grindcore, don't get me wrong, I love progressive metal too, but I also love this messy shit.

It was the perfect scenario to try a metalhead girl outfit and be lowkey; I looked on Pinterest for what thing could suit me best; checked my savings from selling pirated DVDs.

With a lot of courage, I went to the downtown distro stores in my city that also have metalhead clothing, bought some metal girl apparel, and got a basic makeup kit.

I was so happy with my outfit; I wore a mini skirt with my bullet belt, a pair of purple striped pattern stockings, and my favorite military boots; my ass looked amazing on them!

A Napalm Death tanktop; I didn't have boobs, but my collarbones looked nice, I guess?; I bought some fabulous buckled arm warmers; I loved those things!

It was everything in black, of course.

I tried simple makeup because, to be honest, I didn't know what I was doing, some foundation, mascara for my lashes, and black lipstick; I tried to do eye shadow, but I looked like a raccoon, so I removed it.

I looked very tomboyish with my pixie haircut; for the first time in years, I was happy with my look, the best decision ever.

I had to be careful because it was a total secret from my family, I lived with my grandma and my little sister back then, and I was afraid they wouldn't understand.

So I left the house without getting seen and left a note in the fridge to let my grandma know where I was.

The venue was full of crusties and street punks mostly.

I don't want to feed a stereotype, but people in punk and metal communities always make fun of crusties because they're pretty smelly or have poor body hygiene. Especially cis male crusties; this is a dumb assumption because most of the crusties I've met are so tidy.

Anyway, so I was hanging out at this gig; not going to lie, I felt lonely, I didn't know anyone, and I was afraid someone could call me out and scream slurs at me and all kinds of similar fears.

So I just took a deep breath; I told myself that nothing wrong would happen; I reached for my backpack to light a cigarette; I used to smoke a lot in those days.

And then suddenly two beautiful crusty girls appeared next to me and started talking to me, they asked me for a lighter and started chatting with me, they offered me some beer, everything was so chill between all the screamings of the bands and the big moshpit in front of us.

I was fascinated by their styles and makeup; I just wanted to try their clothes.

One of them had purple lockhawks whose name was Chloe, and the other girl had a silver curly mane that was Dominique; they had been in an open relationship for almost two years, and both had lots of cool piercings and tattoos.

Chloe was tall, almost 170 CM (like 5' 7, I think); she was 22 and studying law. Dominique was a little bit tinier than me, maybe 155 CM tall? (like 5' 1), she was 24, and she had a workshop on her clothing designs; my little lesbian heart was melting; we talked a lot of stuff, the bands, the venue, about us, and we followed each other on Instagram too.

I told them that I was still in the closet and trying to figure things out with my gender identity but that I was pretty sure that I was a lesbian girl and that my gender expression was completely femme-oriented.

They were so lovely to me; Dominique was so enchanted; she would love to try some designs on me and told me I should visit her workshop. Chloe asked me if it was my first time doing my makeup; I said "yes" with an insecure expression on my face, —Well, I would love to teach you some stuff. You have such a pretty face— softly touching my chin.

I was with heart eyes looking at Chloe because girls taller than me get me so subby Idk why, so that's when I noticed her body odor, a very soft armpit smell mixed with her sweat. I'm trying hard to focus because I'm getting numbed by her scent (and also horny, not going to lie). 🥴

Suddenly Dominique said something like —uh Chloe? Can you come to the toilet with me? Gotta pee, and these beers are making me so gassy.— So we took a break while waiting for them outside the bathroom.

I took a deep breath because, gosh! They're so kind to me and also so hot.

Was I in love already?.

An open relationship? That was so new for me, they explained how it worked for them, and I think it was pretty cool, and then the last thing that Dominique said about getting gassy made me blush a lot.

After ten minutes, the girls came back laughing and talking about how dirty was the girl's toilet. While we returned to the stage, they gave me tons of yucky details:

Chloe said between laughs —Dominique had to squat and pee with her butt in the air avoiding a massive shit that the girl before us did; she warned us she was too drunk to aim.—

And Dominique grabbed my arm and said —The thing was all over the toilet bowl's edge, while Chloe was holding the bathroom stall door while I was making a huge effort not to fall and pee inside the toilet.

My mind was like:

"Google search: how to fake disgust, error 404 not found", so I laughed with them, hoping they didn't notice how aroused I was.

Then, out of nowhere, some guy from the moshpit got pushed so hard that she stumbled with Chloe and fell over me.

I got pushed against a wall; she put her hands over it to not crush me more, but my face got sunken inside all her cleavage, and my glasses were over my forehead.

The sweat smell from her boobs and her armpit smell was all around my nose; I almost died from an orgasm right there, It was just a matter of seconds, but it occurred in slow-motion for me.

She pushed the guy back, and Dominique told him to "fuck off." —I'm sorry, Lily! Did I squash you too hard? God! You have my boob sweat all over your face, I'm sorry, I'm smelly, I know, I'm trying a new deodorant, and the thing is failing me—

She said all these things with an embarrassed expression while cleaning my face with some tissues she had in her backpack.

I was with a dizzy face trying to put my glasses back —Yeah, sure, don't worry, it happens to all of us— Inside, I was screaming, "kiss me already f*ck!".

Then Dominique told me —You gotta smell her when she doesn't wear deodorant; she's like a bit of an onion.— She was giggling, and Chloe —You naughty bitch! Don't tell her that! Your farts don't smell exactly like roses.— with her red face.

—No, they don't smell like roses, but they don't smell like onions, that's for sure.— Making a big laugh.

It took me a lot of courage to do this; Still, I put myself on the tip of my toes to tell Chloe in her ear —I like the smell of your body now, probably I'm going to like it if you don't wear deodorant too.— She looked at me with big eyes and a red face, then gave me a cute smile.

She then approached Dominique and screamed —You little skank!— and spanked her big bubble butt; it sounded deafening, and she started kissing her; then she told her something that I couldn't hear.

And I'm there looking so blushed with a little smile. Both looked at me at the same time with a flirtatious smirk, then Dominique said —You know, we had a hunch with you, Lily; you looked so cute standing there looking at the bands and at the same time so lonely; you seemed in fear, and then we knew why.—

And Chloe added —You ended up being a cute, closeted, kind little trans girl who enjoys one of the most aggressive music styles in metal.— We laughed together, and my eyes started to shine a lot.

—And you're so hot too— She finished saying this lustily, leaning forward to me, kissing my lips! She did so slowly and well; it wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first in a long time. Suddenly she leaned toward me, looking into my eyes.

My heart was racing at a hundred rpm, but I had to stop her because I was getting a boner, and it was making me feel uncomfortable.

I told her with signs what was going on, and she was like, "oh!" she giggled —I'm sorry, maybe we could do it in a safer place?— Looking at Dominique, she looked so entertained as she approached significantly closer to us —I would love to take this cute girl to a safer place— While grabbing my tank top to give me a very ominous french kiss.

Oh my god! What was going on with these girls? What was going on with her tongue?. I thought they were so amazing, and I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

Then I started to feel a powerful smell like rotten eggs, but it had a distinctive scent. I know this smell very well; it was a beer fart smell!.

When she finished her great kiss, she immediately said to me —I'm sorry I fart a lot when I kiss, oopsies; I hope you don't mind.— Giving me such a confident but horny expression. —Baby, you reek; you will scare her with your farts!— Chloe said, faking pinching her nose and making a fake angry face.

I was speechless; I needed to say something, and I exclaimed —I like your farts; I don't mind getting farted on, I mean kissed on, yeah that." Then I realized what I had said and just put my hands over my mouth because my brain was not making coherent words.

My embarrassment was so huge that l was red from the shame. The girls gave me that flirtatious look again, Chloe made a big "aww" and said I was adorable, and Dominique was looking at her cellphone. —So two bands left; we wanted to see these guys.— Showing me the flyer from the venue.

I answered enthusiastically because I also wanted to see that band; they were the main event. —I just love them! Their lyrics are like a kick on your face, and the vocalist is nuts; his growls and screams are unique.—

Dominique looked at me with a squinting smile —Oh yeah? Do you want to meet them? It's my big brother's band; he's the singer. They are chilling there, waiting for their turn to play.— And she pointed to some chill bearded, long hair dudes with black shirts drinking beer in the corner while watching the current band play.

I seriously couldn't believe it. I was so excited; I'm such a fangirl; I said yes immediately.

I met with the band, and they were so cool about everything. We drank some beers, the girls were with me the whole time, we kissed several times, kisses of three are amazing! I never got misgendered; between the aggression, the growling screams, and the crazy moshpit, it felt lovely; really, I just had a great time.

The venue started to fill up because the main event was about to begin, and then we watched them play; the thing was crazy; we went stage diving, someone spilled a big bucket of beer, and I got beer all over my tits, I stanked of beer.

So the gig ended, and Dominique said to me —You coming with us? You need to shower, you smelly girl; you can wash your clothes too, and I'll call your grandma, so she doesn't get to worry if that is okay with you.—

I was so tired, but I got blushy anyway. I just answered —Yes, I'd love to— with a soft voice and nodded.

Her big brother drove us to Dominique's apartment; Chloe had her arm over my shoulder, and indeed, she smelled like an onion, but I was in heaven.

I just rested my face over her boobs and fell asleep.

So that's it, for now.

Chloe and Dominique were my first girlfriends; they are my family and helped me start my transition; they helped me figure out my kinks in general; their kinks and fetishes have much in common with mine, but they have their favorites besides eprocto.

They took care of me in a very delicate moment of my life, and they helped me to move to study in San Francisco, where I met Emma; I won't tell you which college is, but it is an art school. 🤭

I talk to them on facetime almost every weekend, and I usually spend my summer and winter vacations with them or my grandma and sister.

Fun fact: people often think Dominique is my mom or older sister because we look alike, especially when my face started changing because of hormones.

Both are Eager to know Emma, so I wrote this entire story because it is the story I told Emma while driving to LA.

I hope Emma can get along with them too. 🥰

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Finally, I could update this story.

I hope you enjoyed it.

With love.

SuccuBratty 💖

[sloggervlogger]

Charging Silverback - Sneaky Shufai - Lope Pushing The Barrel At Halloween Happy Halloween everybody! The Gorillas from the Twycross Zoo did get a little of a Halloween treat, some Pumpkin. Shufai seems to have got the most. As he's stealing his dad's while the silverback leaves his unintended pumpkin to push Grandma Biddy. There is also a little look back at the 2018 Halloween where little baby Shufa runs after Lope. In the first little clip you'll see the inside of the Gorillas. Filming inside is a bit difficult at the minute as a crack that was in the window from years ago got bigger and they had to board up the whole of the left side. So all the people are cramming in on the right-hand side. They must have gotten the pumpkin for breakfast rather than lunch, as they have eaten most of it already. Shufai enjoying his piece. Oumbi the silverback sits in the back, unfortunately, I can't see him too well with the window being blocked. He has a whole pumpkin to himself, but then he decides to get up to give grandma Biddy a push. Not sure if Biddy looked at him wanting some of his pumpkin. Keep watching as sneaky Shufai uses the moment to promptly grab the pumpkin, sitting down for a second, but then deciding that's not safe so he walks a bit, holding the pumpkin in one arm and then he climbs up the top with it. I thought at first it was Lope, but nope it was Shufai. Lope is down the bottom, hitting the blue barrel in front of Gorilla Aunt Asante. He walks away, hits the door, then comes back, pushes the barrel and then hits Asante on the head. Lope has to block the barrel as it swings into his back. Asante had enough and moves away. Grandma Biddy has some leftovers and Asante got her hand on some as well. The best bit is, Shufai sitting there, his face, as he looks like he has eaten too much. The rest is still in his hand and some on his belly. Grandma Biddy (soon 49) walks away. She has slowed down quite a bit in the last year and is on a few medications to help her with any pain and arthritis. Now a look back to Halloween 2018, when they use to do a lot more enrichment. It's just a clip that I had left where baby Shufai with his little cute legs chases after his brother who was dragging the sack and a ribbon behind him. Round and round they go until Shufai is just too tired and falls into the grass. He gets his ribbon in the end. Ozala, their mother sat at the hut. Today was supposed to be the second part of the "GoBros Poking, Wrestling And Biting Each Other", but you'll see this on Friday as I wanted to show you the Halloween footage today. #sloggervlogger #halloween2023 #Gorillas More Halloween videos from earlier years : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXC1aShJSBiUlWrpWYk1o1Z15T_TiNKMc Don't forget to subscribe and hit that notification bell for more! Travel, Days out and zoo hyperlapse YouTube channel: https://bit.ly/WatchAndSubTravel My merch shop links with worldwide delivery: Biggest collection of T-shirts, stickers, apparel, homeware and much more rawshutterbug Redbubble https://ift.tt/b7VedoR #AD #RedbubbleAmbassador Customizable T-shirts, stickers, apparel, homeware and much more Gorillas rawshutterbug Zazzle: https://ift.tt/iq3dRDm Amazon merch and more Amazon USA https://a.co/6NtVxqF Gorilla Apparel Amazon other countries through my website @ https://ift.tt/qD9E68z rawshutterbug photo4me: Quality wall art @ https://ift.tt/B6GEYvP Some links above and in the video are affiliate links, meaning I earn a commission on final purchases with zero additional cost to yourself. Thank you for your visit and for supporting this channel. SloggerVlogger

[kireiwoo]

red, blue, my yellow. [jwy!]

˚➶. EXPO ↓

#𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 bestfriend!woo x fem!reader.

#𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 in which woo is your teasing florist of a friend who can’t seem to pick between red and blue; so you add a third option for him, yellow!

#𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 bf2l, fluff, crack, blasphemy(?), animal death, cursing, 6th grader jokes, two dorks being oblivious, kissing <3

#𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 2.0k+

“Okay, so Sky Blue or Cherry Red?”

“What the fuck? Those are so contrasting.”

Wooyoung whined at your indecisive and absentminded response, leaning his head against your turquoise, sweater-clad shoulder while watching reruns of Scooby-Doo on your old TV. You sipped on the sugarless vanilla latte he purchased for you, relishing in the brief but welcomed warmth the drink radiated in waves. Wooyoung obsessively shoved two paint-cards into your face, gaggling over how bright and saturated they were.

He visited earlier with the guise of simply hanging out with you, claiming that while occupied with his 9-5 job downtown as an optimistic florist, he missed your company. Initially he picked the job because it sounded delicate and comprehensively easy. Objectively, the work was relatively standard; water the daffodils and make sure his small, secret rose garden he called ‘wonderland’ was receiving enough sunlight; but his back ached with hauling boxes filled with seeds and bags packed of faux soil.

“Why are you seriously no help?” He chirped. You grumbled in response, focusing on the graphics of the late television show rather than Wooyoung’s juvenile complaints. Your hair was an unkempt rat’s nest and your spongebob pyjama pants were ruffled considerably, but you allowed Wooyoung into your house regardless of your external appearance. You knew he wouldn’t judge you anyways, too occupied with picking a paint colour for his new apartment.

“How about Sunflower Yellow?” You calmly, dismissively suggested, taking another long swig from the now-empty pale brown paper cup before tossing it behind your couch. You’d clean it up later anyways, but for now you had a whiny best friend to deal with. “Dunno if you’re hard of hearing or colourblind but yellow wasn’t an option.” Wooyoung quipped, his eyes flashing with a teasingly stumped mirth.

“You and I both damn-well know who has the better hearing, and she’s lookin’ right at ya.” Wooyoung giggled at your pouty disposition, finding your blushed cheeks and deep eye-bags adorable. He sat casually against your couch, dressed in his own quirkily mismatched ensemble. A pair of khaki shorts accompanied by a dark green sweatshirt and multicoloured socks, his scuffed three-year-old tennis shoes laying by your door. You found it endearing how Wooyoung still tried to come up with his own fashion trends, ending up looking like a stitched together version of brand-name and value-village. But he was being expressive in the form of seasonal apparel, and you were proud of him.

“Byeol?” He teased, gesturing to your mangy, blue-eyed siamese feline as she sat back and observed your get-together, scattering away once the attention was on her. Wooyoung sighed.

“Look, you chubby-cheeked wench, just answer and I’ll leave you to sleep in your little cocoon of grandma blankets.” You huffed at his insinuation, plonking your deft fingers against his cheek softly and gently.

You met Wooyoung in third grade, when sex didn’t determine friendship and the bounds of society were turned away by your blind infant eyes.

You’d been retrieving wild bluebells and dandelions, bunching them in your sweaty grasp as a sort of dedicated bouquet, explaining to the boisterous boy that you needed to leave it as a parting gift to a squirrel you saw that got run over (you called him Tootles). Looking back, it was innately bizarre how indifferent you were to the concept of death, but Wooyoung supposes that it was a sweet thought anyways. From then on, the two of you blundered together—but part of the reason Wooyoung stayed was also because of his obvious attraction to your lopsided pigtails and thrifted summer dresses. He remembers that you always had a food stain somewhere on your clothing.

Now looking at you, still messy and even more vulgar, he can’t help but think that he doesn’t regret any moments. You’ve gone through everything together; Wooyoung was present for your first period when the stomach pain and hunger cramps were immense, and you were there when his family suffered through a rough patch, assuring him that everything would be okay when in reality, the decision of divorce between his parents was settled a week later. Those were some of his most difficult moments, but he can look back at them fondly only because it brought him closer to you.

“Wench? What are you saying? I’m a god.” You offered in the most dramatized tone you could.

“Might wanna get your facts checked,”

“Might wanna get your mom checked,” You snorted, biting your lip while procuring finger guns just for the hell of it. Wooyoung sighed in mock disappointment, his frizzy purple-tinted fringe falling onto his forehead. You grinned and giggled, catching his attention cutely.

Your whiny puppy rolled his eyes before wailing a cacophony of displeased sounds, loudly filtering his discontentment with having a plain apartment. “(Y/N) you don’t understand the seriousness of my situation! Who wants to tell their grandchildren that their first—that’s right, first!—apartment was a boring cream colour?!” Fed up with his childish bumbling, you quickly smacked his forehead, chuckling quietly as he squeaked and softened his stiff posture. It was honestly so lovable how he got so passionate about the smallest, almost insignificant things.

“Listen, we’ll figure something out. I still think Sunflower Yellow should be an option though.” Wooyoung swatted at your covered tummy with an overzealous and enthusiastic expression, clearly excited with the concept of letting you help him. The soft scent of peppermint-chamomile flooded into your nostrils from his clothing, making you mentally note to ask him what detergent he decided to try. “You think wrong, settler! Now choose between these two colours or I’ll be obligated to steal half of your lifespan.” You laughed loudly at the unprecedented silliness of your best friend, shaking your head while sending a fleeting but absolutely enamoured stare in his direction.

“Honestly, at this point why am I letting you help me?” He hummed. You gurgled at his feigned distress, gasping and tackling him against the couch. You straddled his waist, pointing a manicured figure at his face while you fondly cursed at him. “As I recall, Mr. Jung; you arrived to my residence at exactly 12:01 PM with the excuse to hang out, only to badger me with your issues about... paint colours. You came to me.” Wooyoung sat enthralled by your change in attitude, bathing in the flawlessness of your execution regarding exposing him for his wrongdoings.

“Just boom, bam, pow: There’s that dude I’m in love with.” Wooyoung’s eyes widened considerably, a snarky smirk falling across his countenance as his cheeks devilishly flushed, looking similar to that of a ripened strawberry. Immediately you backtracked, wondering what you said that provoked this reaction, and realization struck across your face like a sharp slap.

Oh shit. Shit.

“I-Uh—you didn’t hear that.” You waved shy but frantic hands into his face, as if hypnotizing him into forgetting about your embarrassingly personal confession. But all he did was giggle and take ahold of your wrists, pulling your body forward so you were chest to chest with him.

A soft, addictingly brief kiss was placed against your creased forehead, the perfect lips of your best friend brushing against your heated skin. You swallowed thickly, placing your hands over his sweater-clad chest with confusion written all over your face. What in the hell kind of reaction was this—? Whatever it was, it was warm and delicate and felt right.

Then again, there’s nothing that ever feels wrong when it comes to Jung Wooyoung. Or maybe that’s just you.

“Y’know, you’re not very... secretive.” He settled, making perplexities skip through your mind like stones on water. Had he known? Was this the end of your life-long friendship? Questions ran through your mind endlessly, your heart rapidly beating and mind berating you for admitting your tini-tiny, small-as-a-planet crush. “I had my suspicions but you actually saying it was my sweet confirmation.”

“The fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I-I—Hey! Don’t be angry at me!” He pouted, melting your heart into a pile of mushy and fragmented puddles. “What I was trying to say is, I love you too.” Immediately your face blanched and you dropped your head into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, appreciating the small dust of red that decorated his ears. You simply couldn’t face him in fear that this was all a simulation; a seemingly harmless gaffe constructed firstly to tease you, and knowing Wooyoung with his wildly oblivious tendencies and boyish lack of empathy, you had no doubt that it was something he would try.

And yet, you couldn’t even force yourself to be angry at him. Because while you speculated that he was joking, somewhere in your heart you knew that he was being honest—simply in denial with the prospect of your long-lasting crush actually returning your feelings. “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? Airhead? Loafer?” You snapped out of your reverie, staring at Wooyoung’s pinked face as his prying eyes drifted around your facial features, slowly tracing each detail.

“You love me too?” Shock ever-present, you searched in Wooyoung’s loving gaze for some kind of testimony, a confirmation, for some truth to be shed. And when all you could see were the glimmering, almost glowing sparkles in his large pupils, you felt the slightest bit reassured.

“Of course I do, bean!”

“As a friend though, right?” Wooyoung’s face screwed into an intense concentration, expression looking fragile and breakable. But in his wandering mind, he questioned how you could even consider that. He loved you as something more—with your tangled tresses and wrinkled clothes, even down to the fact that you couldn’t handle sugar but grimaced every time you drank your vanilla lattes, simply because they weren’t sweet enough.

It was the little things that he found himself so affectionately obsessed with. He remembers your bleached sundresses in elementary and how you couldn’t tie your shoes without help from a teacher. How you loathed wearing glasses because you thought they made you look nerdy, but complained because you just couldn’t see.

“Jesus Christ, Loser. No, I love you like... like a crush! Yeah, like a crush. Romantically.” He gushed, and if this wasn’t one of the most immature confessional moments in history, it sure was a cheesy one.

“Wait, really? You like-like me?” Good god. Your fingers trembled and lips twitched.

“Yes, how many times do I—” Wooyoung breathed out a shaky sigh as you leaned forward and smoothly took his lips with your own. He tasted minty and sweet, like petals and chocolate. His eyes fluttered closed as your lips meshed together, pushing against each other in a romantic twine of burning passion.

Suddenly, your hands were on either side of his head and one of his deft, spidering hands pressed onto the small of your back. The other hand trailed up to the back of your neck, twirling the loose strands of hair at your nape, his tongue breaching the space between your lips invasively—but then he tried to card his fingers through your hair; and you hissed and pulled away like a disenchanted cat, baring your teeth from the unprecedented pain.

“Shit! Sorry, baby.” Whereas your head flooded with spiking pains from small hairs being plucked, your heart was palpitating at the new but definitely embraced pet-name. “I told you that you should’ve washed your hair! But someone doesn’t like listening!” You tutted at the nagging, harrumphing before placing another complacent kiss against his lips.

“Oh shut up, Mr. I can’t choose between red and blue.” You never thought you’d get the chance to tease Wooyoung after directly smooching him; it was a fantasy and a reoccurring fever dream to feel his plush, pillowed lips against your own. Perhaps a perverse imaginative scenario, but it was a reality now. And reality suddenly didn’t seem so harsh; crowded in the warm arms of a starry-eyed shortie with calloused hands and a knack for gardening.

“You’re right, I can’t. But it’s okay, I prefer yellow anyways.”

Who knows what awaits you in life? Maybe the sky will drain of it’s blue and the roses will deplete of their red—but no matter the changes and disparities that occur over the years, there’s always one thing that you’re forever sure of:

“You’re my yellow, Jung Wooyoung.”

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you have some good good dragos my friend wow

gosh i love them old-timey genes... tiger was my favorite gene for a long time and it still holds a special place in my heart, as do xyy (ish) dregs with belly genes. love the nice simple apparel, love the lil touches of the sylvan bits to match the belly n wings! the only think i might add would be the sylvan filigree?? the piece that goes along the edge of the wings. that.

oughgh a good lad... i love the butterfly piece, i wish we had a mask-less version but tbh the mask looks nice on him! the birdskull bits add a nice naturey touch. the only thing i could think to add would be the green witch pouch thing? or one of the woodbaskets? something green or brown at the hip

grandma... shiny grandma... my gran was shitty will she adopt me

anyway i love these colors! i normally don’t like facet much but i love the glitter on her, especially with the matchy necklace n pouch thing. also i adore the glasses on f snaps, it makes them look like either a grandma or a giant nerd there is no in between

hey. i don’t know if i’ve ever said it? but my favorite fr colors are dirt and moss, and my favorite gene is python. so this guy? perfection. beautiful swampy dirty boy. love him. love his fashionable scarf and spats and cute lil vest. this is the best dragon.

hey i know u.... i drew this gal on commission a while ago! i still love how it turned out, and i love this dragon too. love the purple bits to accent her eyes. love her big ol claws. love her tiny frog pal. the only possible improvement i can possibly think of is something purple on the wing? but i don’t know what item so that doesn’t really help lmao

beautiful...

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