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。。。alternative youth ᝢ meet lisa 📌〞

⚠️𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠️

this blog contains mentions of verbal abuse, mental health and more if you are sensible to this topics please do not read it.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ⌵

birth name | yamazaki risa ‘ ヤマザキ リサ

english name | lisa yamazaki

korean name | Yu Mi Sun

height | 5 ’ 8 ″

weight | 46.3 kg

heritage | japanese

place of birth | los angeles ‘ united states

birthday | march 29th ‘ 2001

zodiac | aries

languages | japanese ‘ english ‘ korean

profession | singer ‘ rapper ‘ producer ‘ composer ‘ model

hobbies | fashion ‘ film making

faceclaim(s.) | killmekillri + various ulzzangs

speaking voice | jvcki wai

singing voiceclaim | suran & blue d.

rap voiceclaim | miso ‘ yeeun ‘ soyeon ‘ hyuna

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀⌵

instagram | bloosbde

soundcloud | blue rose

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄⌵

hip hop ‘ r&b ‘ alternative ‘ neo rap ‘ horrorcore

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒⌵

mom ( 41 ) ‘ dad ( 41 ) ‘ older sister ( 22 )

kim gyeonah ( 18 ) boyfriend

yang hongwon ( 20 ) idol + bestfriend

jang yong joon ( 19 ) idol + bestfriend

calum michelson ( 19 ) bestfriend

tia lucris ( 18 ) bestfriend

nadia shaana ( 18 ) friend

isabelle nguyen ( 17 )friend

junior gonzales ( 17 ) homie 1/3

jesus ferreira ( 17 ) homie 2/3

cesar torres ( 17 ) homie 3/3

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘⌵

to put it quite bluntly, lisa is very much a bitch. she swears in every sentence she speaks. she’ll cuss out a stranger on the street without a second thought about it. she doesn’t censor or sugarcoat a single thing. if you’re doing something stupid, acting stupid, or saying something stupid, she won’t hesitate to call you out on it. she tries to maintain an uncaring, ‘whatever’ attitude on the outside, just because she doesn’t want to show that he really couldn’t care more. lisa definitely has a soft side, even if she won’t let anyone see besides her close friends.

lisa is extremly aggressive, she gets into fights a lot and doesn’t fear to use violence on his opponent. It is rather dangerous to actually fight him. when in anger she can attack brutally her opponent and will not stop until she’s satisfied or someone else makes her stop. she also has problems with identifying her emotions and often doesn’t understand them which is why she is also mean and makes harsh comments most of the time.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃⌵

lisa was raised in an abusive household, both of her parents did not desire to have her, she was born an accident and therefore neglected for she was left to grow by herself. as a kid when she was scared there was never anyone that she could go to comfort on. she would go inside her closet and intently fall asleep inside waiting for the storm to go away. she was always compared to her eldest sister, she was much healthier, prettier and even smarter. her parents just completely hated her didn’t matter how hard age tries it was just not enough. she was alone most of the time so she took time to learn more through books and she found admiration towards learning languages and self-taught herself how to speak Italian & spanish. when she was really bored she would use the paints her parents bought and paint make art of her body which her mom made her wash away as soon as she saw her with it. 

soon puberty came and young lisa started to blossom into a beautiful young woman and just when she thought things couldn’t get worse….. her dad got even more strict with and made her wear things that wouldn’t show her body not because they were worried about boys but because according to her mom “ she shouldn’t outshine her sister”. slowly her family room her to the limit when she couldn’t handle anything anymore and rebel against her parents. she started to get in fights with classmates, hanging with the wrong crew, getting piercings, tattoos, going to parties, drinking, smoking, she also started to hook up with random guys. and this lifestyle continued for 3 years, three years in were her insecurities ate her alive, she developed insomnia, anger issues, anxiety, and her depression deepened. she felt like she was drowning until she found her passion for music and slowly lisa found her savior and first love — music—. at the age of 16, lisa was able to emancipate herself and leave her personal hell and moved to Seoul South Korea in where she started her journey of finding herself and experiencing love.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍

                  —lisa

[khhsh-t]

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[seopsiks]

Internal Battle

genre: angst (?)

things in Italics are your heart and things that are Bold are your brain

     “Unrequited Love: Feeling like you are being stabbed in the heart”

     “So, I have a girlfriend now.” He said, waiting patiently for your reaction. 

“Oh. That’s nice. How long have you guys been dating?”

Should’ve stopped at ‘That’s nice’. 

“For about two weeks. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I didn’t want to introduce her to my best friend if she was a bad person.”

Best friend. That’s all I’ll ever be to you.

“You want to introduce her to me?” 

“Of course. You are my best friend. Do you want to meet her?”

Stop saying that. It hurts. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing your frantic eye movements. 

Yeah, the person I’ve completely fallen head over heels for wants me to meet his girlfriend. I’m ecstatic. 

“I’m fine. Just a bit distracted. I have to go uh do something for school. Goodbye” you said while sprinting out of the door. 

“Oh okay, I’ll text you. Bye” 

You couldn’t be in there any longer. It was suffocating. 

     Maybe if you met her then your feelings for Hongwon would slowly disappear. 

Doubt it though. You love him too much. 

Your phone buzzed against your bedside table. It was a message from Hongwon. 

                        (Today, 6:23 PM)

Hongwon: She wants to meet at a cafe. Is that okay? When do you want to meet?

You: That’s fine. Which cafe? 

You: Never As soon as possible 

Hongwon: Cool. Seung’s cafe. Is tomorrow a good time?

You: That’s our spot  Yeah

Hongwon: 2:00?

You: I’ll show up late just to be petty 2:00.

You placed your phone back on your bedside table. You just agreed to meet his girlfriend. Your brain and your heart never agree. Especially when it comes to him. 

     You walked into the cafe a lot earlier than you planned. This was the place where you and Hongwon properly met. You went to school with him but never got a chance to talk to him. You guys had mutual friends so when they walked through the cafe doors they immediately saw you and ran to your table. One by one they left, leaving only you and Hongwon. His presence was nice. You were a naturally reserved person but you were comfortable around him. You two stayed in the cafe all the way until closing time. He walked you home and then you both realized you lived about five minutes apart from each other so you promised to hang out after school as much as possible. You guys have been best friends ever since. 

     The sound of laughter ripped you away from your thoughts. You could recognize that laugh from anywhere. It was soon followed by an unfamiliar laugh. It was light and feminine. You turned your head to face the two. She was pretty. They look like a nice couple.

“Hey Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Eunmi. Eunmi, this is my best friend Y/N.”

Its only been an hour but it feels like ten. They both collectively have said about 30 words to you. 

“Can we leave now?” she asked, pouting her lips, emphasizing that she wanted to leave asap. 

“I need to go to the bathroom. We can leave when I get back, if that’s okay with Y/N” he said while getting up. 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” 

“I’ll miss you” she said while grabbing onto his arm. Puke. He’s just going to the bathroom. You could tell that he was cringing but he hid it. You knew him more than anybody.

“Y/N right? I don’t remember. Anyways, I’m dating him so I am his number one priority now. He doesn’t need to worry about you anymore. You guys are allowed to hang out with each other but only if you planned in advance and if I’ve confirmed it. Don’t try to argue with me.” she said. 

She picked up Hongwon’s phone from the table and went into his contacts.

Why didn’t you take your phone? She probably enforced that rule.

“What are you doing?”

“Deleting your contact. I don’t want him texting or calling you. It's not like he has your number memorized. Give me your phone.”

“I’m not giving you my phone, he does, and we are just friends.”  

“I know you like him. Everyone knows. Everyone but him and it will stay that way.” she said, scribbling her phone number on to a napkin and handing it to you.

“If you want to talk to Hongwon call this number.”

Unbelievable.

Hongwon finally exited the bathroom and she immediately got up and put on a fake smile. “Let’s go Eunmi. Y/N are you staying here? I can walk you home.” You looked over at Eunmi. She looked like she was going to kill you. You weren’t scared of her. What is the worst a girl like her could do to you? He looked happy with her and you were scared to take that happiness away from him. 

“No, it's fine. Just walk her home. I’m just going to stay here for a little.”

“Alright. Call me when you get home. Bye Y/N.” 

He looked different today. He’s probably begging you to help him get away from her.  

“Oh, she’s gone”

You laughed. Haven’t laughed in a while. 

“Hello Mrs. Seung. How much did you hear?” 

“All of it. I haven’t seen you in so long. I was starting to think that you found a better place.” 

“Never, this is like my second home. I have nothing to do since Hongwon is always with his girlfriend. How have you been?”

This place has too many memories attached to it. It could never be replaced.

He replaced you though.

Ouch. 

“Better now that you are here. I always thought you and Hongwon would date. The way you interact with each other seemed like you guys were a match made in heaven.” 

“I hoped we would but he obviously doesn’t feel that way.”

“You never know, he probably doesn’t think you like him.” 

“That might be the case but I don’t want to risk it. It’s better to just remain friends.” You don’t really want that but its the safer option.

“Listen to your heart. It knows best.” 

“Thank you Mrs. Seung. For everything, I really needed this. I’ll be back soon.”

     Today was perfect. You met Hongwon’s girlfriend, your friendship was threatened, and to top it all off, It started raining when you were walking home. Call him. He’s probably with her. Fuck it. 

You grabbed your phone getting ready to call him but instead of seeing your lock screen you were being bombarded with texts and phone calls from Hongwon. Told you he memorized my number. 

“Hello.”

“I was expecting a phone call.”

“Sorry.”

“I was so worried. It started raining, I almost ran back to get you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you with Eunmi?”

“Yeah, she’s staying over” 

“Does she know you’re talking to me?”

“No. Why do I need to tell her that I’m talking to you?.”

“It’s nothing. Goodnight.” 

Thanks for worrying about me. 

A/N: So, some people have asked for a part 2 but there won’t be one. I’m sorry that I ended it so vaguely. I originally wanted it to have two parts but I wasn’t satisfied with the way I wrote it. I am also shocked at how many notes this got. Thank you for 300+ notes! And again, I am so sorry. 

[holdmekhh]

Time & Distance

Artist/Person : Yang HongWon/Young B

Group/Crew : Dickids Crew/Indigo Music

Genre : Angst/Fluff

Word Count : 2055

Requested : Hey! Can you please write an angst Young B scenario? :) maybe a long distance relationship, and the reader is still a student. The reader feels neglected and unimportant in hongwon’s life lately & feels he has negatively changed. Thanks!! ♡♡

A/N: I’m sorry that it took so long, but I was extremely busy! I hope you enjoy!

I’d been staring at the black screen for the past 5 minutes, but I wasn’t shocked. No, I was annoyed. I’d called him four times, yet there was no answer. Of course. This wasn’t new, the unanswered facetime calls. No, it’d been happening for the past month and a half. He wouldn’t answer my texts until hours later. Wouldn’t answer my calls or facetimes, or when he did they’d end quickly along with our angry bickering. My breathing would be harsh, tears heavy on my eyelashes. It was all so normal to me now, and I hated it. I hated the fact that whenever he would tell me to call, or would text me, all that I’d feel was annoyance. I hated that the boy that I once loved to talk to, now only made me feel too anxious to speak. I was angry at the fact the boy that once made me so happy, made me feel so wanted and loved, only made me cry and get angry to the point of stepping out of character to scream at him. It hurt.

I’d seen this same thing happen before, to my parents. The way that they’d switched completely. How the characteristics changed and they began to fight all the time. The house that was once quiet and full of love turned into house full of yelling. I’d seen the way tears flowed from my mother’s eyes when she’d turn away from my dad. And the fact that the same is happening to me, only makes me hurt inside.

Setting my phone down on my desk, a sigh passing through my lips, I stood from my chair. Grabbing my night clothes, I made my way to my bathroom. Stripping my face of all my makeup, I washed it and did my skin care, before stepping into the shower.

As I walked out, I sneaked a glance at my desk, where my phone was sitting. The screen was lit up with two notifications, neither of them being from him. A sigh left my lips as I pulled the towel from my hair and tossed it over my wardrobe before slipping on one of his shirts that he’d given me the last time we’d seen each other. It still smelled like him a little, and it brought back memories. I crawled into bed, getting under the covers, and shut my eyes letting sleep consume me.

“Yah!” I giggled, playfully pushing his shoulder. He merely smiled and wrapped his arms around me. “Is that any way to be talking to your oppa?” He muttered, brushing his nose against my cheek and smiling as he placed a peck on it. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his middle, pushing myself up on my tiptoes and pecking his lips. “I’m gonna miss you when I go back…” I muttered, pouting when he nodded silently. “I’m gonna miss you, too, baby…so much.”

I shot up from my sleep, heart hammering against my ribcage as my mind scrambled to make sense of everything that was happening. Then I heard it, the loud ringing of my phone. Slowly turning my head, my eyes landed on the bright screen that was my phone. As my eyes focused, I felt my breath hitch. It was him. I quickly leaned over and grabbed the device from my bedside table, answering it and putting it to my ear. “Hello?” I rasped, laying back down with soft ‘hmph’.

“Hey. You called earlier?” He questioned, a loud laugh coming into the receiver after, making me cringe away. I glanced at the time on my phone. 03:34. It glared at me, making me roll my eyes. “Yeah, like almost 3 hours ago. Wanted to tell you something, but it’s whatever.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes with an annoyed sigh when all I got in response was another loud laugh and him talking to his friends. “Where are you?” I ask, voice bored and void of much emotion. “Huh? Oh, I’m out with Olltii hyung and some others. Why?” “Oh, nothing. You just sound busy is all. Maybe you should get back to them.” “No, I’m not that busy. Let’s talk more.” I nodded, but listened to him join in the conversation again. And I sat like that for 10 minutes, just listening to him laugh and have fun. All the while ignoring me on the other line.

I finally had enough, and with a heavy sigh I muttered the words that I never thought I’d say to him. My heart twisted at the words and my stomach churned as they fell from my lips. “Let’s break up.” He went silent, the only noise coming from his peers. Then, he excused himself from them, and I’d heard shuffling before it became quiet, well as quiet as it was going to get with the muffled loud music and cars in the background. “What’d you say?” His voice was soft, hesitant almost. I inhaled, my eyes shutting as I felt tears welling up, before I shakily exhaled. “I said, I think we should break up.” I heard the hitch of breath from the other line, the way he gulped. “W-what, why? W-we can’t break up…Baby, I can’t-we can’t…No.” He rambled, panic evident in his voice from the way it shook in fear. “Yes. We have to…what we’ve been doing isn’t healthy. Fighting all the time. The stress. And you’re way too busy for me.” I breathed, running a hand through my hair as I sit up. “T-Too busy for you? Baby, where’d you get that idea from?” He muttered. “Well, ever since you got signed, you’ve been getting more famous. And since then, well…we haven’t been talking much and when we do, we fight because of how busy you are…” The small groan that emits from the other line makes me frown. “Y/N-“ I cut him off quickly, “I have to go to bed. It’s late and I have school in the morning. Night.” I hang up, immediately putting my phone on ‘airplane mode’ and dropping it onto my bedside table. Pulling my cover up to my chin, I curl into myself and let the tears roll down the side of my face and onto my pillow.

And that was the last time we spoke. A week and a half ago. Not because of him, no. He was calling and texting me nonstop, up until two days ago. I should feel happy, relieved that he finally gave up on me. And even though I was the one who suggested breaking up, it still hurt to think about him with someone else.

A sigh left my lips as I watched the scenery go by in a blur. The train was quiet, filled with people going home from work and school, and others like me who were just going home for a quick weekend visit. And to be honest, I feel kind of anxious to be back in my room. The last time I was there, it was when I broke up with HongWon. Just the thought of it made my heart ache.

When the train stopped, I slowly stepped out and breathed in the air. Eyes jumping around as I made my way to the bus stop across the street. The only truly shitty thing about living away from home on weekdays and having working parents, is when they can’t pick you up when you visit, most of time, because they feel as though work is more important. Saving money for their kid to go to college is more important than spending time with them. Another tired sigh fell from my lips when the bus pulled up, it was packed, but this was the only bus that took me nearly to the exact location of my house. So, I climbed on, payed my fee, and pushed myself to the backdoor. Shoving my earbuds into my ears, I cut the volume all the way up, and played my music. I didn’t need to hear the voice of the bus driver telling which stops were which, I merely counted each stop until mine came, having to take this godforsaken thing damn near every other weekend to my parents’ house, I had to learn.

When the bus stopped at my destination, I got off with a mere nod to the driver. The bus had cleared out a lot during the journey here, and by now I’d gotten a seat. I was ready to get into the empty house and up to my bed though, I was tired and I my head hurt from all the stress. But, when I got there, I paused with shock evident on my face. Both, my moms’ and my dads’, cars were parked in the driveway. I chuckled, more like a scoff, with an eyeroll as I continued my way to the front door. Slowly, I unlocked it and stepped in, the sound of boisterous laughter falling to a deathly silence, immediately peeling off my shoes and making my way up to my room. I didn’t say anything as I walked passed the living room where both my parents sat with fallen grins and widened eyes. Of course, they probably forgot that today was my weekend home.

When I finally reached my room, I shut the door and locked it, ignoring the soft calls from my parents. I mean, it’s great that they’re back together and are happy again. But, it’d be even greater if they didn’t leave their only kid that tries to come around, feel like they don’t matter.

“Whatever.” I grumble, letting my backpack drop to the floor before peeling off my jacket. I quickly undressed, tossing everything into the dirty clothes hamper before slipping on tank top and a pair of joggers. I turned to make my way to bed, only for a scream to rip from my throat, waking the sleeping male that laid upon my mattress. Our eyes were wide, me from the shock of him being in my bed, and he from before ripped from his slumber by a dolphin screech. “Fuck-wait are you okay?” He asked in a panic, voice still raspy and heavy with sleep. “W-What the hell are you doing here?” I stuttered, brain freezing. I watched, still in confusion, as he looked down while his ears began to redden. “Um…I’m here to see you…” He muttered, getting off the bed and making his way to me. He stopped right in front of me, taking my hands in his.

“Look, Y/N, I know I fucked up…I know I hurt you-and shit…I didn’t mean to. I love you so much, and I would never purposely hurt you like that.” He muttered, voice shaky as he stared into my eyes before letting them drop to the floor. “L-Like…I really didn’t think about how you felt about not talking. I-I didn’t think about anything, or how big of a deal it may be to you. And-fuck I’m so fucking selfish.” He groaned, pulling away to run his hand through his hair. Tears had dropped onto his flushed cheeks by now, making my heart twist and I pouted, lip quivering as I listened to his shaky breaths. “I didn’t try to think about how you felt…I didn’t understand why you were so angry and hurt…until this past week and a half. I hurt so much…like I felt physical pains in my heart. And your words…they wouldn’t stop going through my head. I-I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I thought maybe writing a rap about it to get my raw feelings through to you, to let you know how much I love you. But, I couldn’t write a goddamn thing.” He huffed, falling back against a wall with a soft whimper. I’d stared at him through the heavy silence of the room before I made my way to him. Pushing myself onto my tiptoes, I grabbed the sides of his face, and kissed him. He was shocked, but quickly fell into the familiar rhythm that was us. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer before pulling back just slightly. “I’m sorry. For everything.” He muttered, his harsh breaths beating against my saliva moistened lips making me shiver. I merely nodded, a short ‘okay’ passing through my lips before I crashed them back onto his.

[baka-writings]

Can I help you ? - Lee Surin ( Luda ) smut

Anon asked: Can I request Luda from Dickids rough studio sex ?

Ofc you can ^^ Here you go, But before we start I’ll need a bath full of holy water xd

You were a typical highschool girl. You had your group of friends, enemies and a boyfriend. Yes a boyfriend. Your friends were surprised when you told them who you were dating. Not because they weren’t happy for you, but because you were dating Lee Surin, or how friends and fans called him - Luda. A few other people from your school knew about your relationship and some of them spread shitty gossips about you. But you weren’t surprised at all - Luda left school, because he wanted to focus on his career and soon after that became the leader of Dickids. There was nothing bad about it right?

Bryn: Hey you! Are you coming over tonight?

You: I’m not sure. Aren’t the boys with you?

Bryn: They are, but they want to go to the club and I don’t want to be alone with them

Bryn: And Byeongho is already excited, cuz  I told him I’ll msg you

You: Lol and where’s Surin?

Bryn: He’s in studio finishing some tracks, should I call him with us too?

You: Nope that won’t be necessary, I’ll visit him tonight ~ I’ll go with you next time

Bryn: Ok..Traitor

You wanted to go with them, but also.. Surin was always working and you wanted to make him rest a bit so you decided to surprise him plus you haven’t seen him in a week and you missed him. You were thinking of bringing him food, but he didn’t really like when you spent money on him and you didn’t want to make him mad. So you just grabbed your keys, phone and left your apartment.

His studio was pretty far from your apartment, but you didn’t mindit, at least you took a nice walk.

You’ve seen some people leaving the building where Surin’s studio was. They were looking at you as you passed by them and entered the building.

“ Oh Miss Y/N , how can I help you? ” woman at the reception asked you nicely

“ Hello, I came here to visit Surin, is he there? ” You bowed at her and told her the reason why you came.

“ Sure! He is in his studio, you can go ”

“ Oh and I’m leaving too so please tell Surin to lock the building when you leave”

You noded and headed to Surin’s studio.

You knocked before entering his studio.

“ Yes? ” Surin said as you opened the door. His eye’s sparkled as he saw you standing between the door. You smiled at him and he returned the smile.

“ Hey love! ” You waved at him and went straight to hug him.

“ Is something wrong? ” You asked him a bit worried. He was always  so happy around you and now he seemed like it.

“ No everything is okay ” He smiled at you and hugged you back.

“ Okay~ What are you doing? Can I listen to it? “  You broke the hug and sat on his chair. You listened to his new track, but something caught you off. Listening carefully, you looked at him with a questioning look.

Surin looked at you smirking. He knew too well why you became shy. His new track was about you - from your personality to your body. He wrote down everything he loved about you. It’s not like you didn’t like it - you actually loved it too much. It just made you feel loved and you wanted to thank him for that.

” Those lyrics - “ Before you could finish, Surin placed his lips on yours hungrily. He deepened the kiss by pushing you against wall. As you were moaning into the kiss, Surin placed you on his studio couch.

” I love you “ He looked deep into your eyes and kissed you again, now more passionately. You loved this side of him. It was the soft side that not many people knew.

Before you could reply, Surin was kissing your neck and went straight down on your colarbones. You moaned only at the touch of his lips.

” Baby I haven’t started yet “ He smirked the sight of you and continued what he was doing.

You shivered at his could  hands  roaming throught your whole body. You could already tell that you will have a lots of marks on your body tomorrow. But you didn’t care.

You placed your hands on his groving bulge, but he stopped you.

” Next time love “ he told you, pushing away your hand. He stripped himself so he was in his boxers and continued what he was doing before.

He licked his lips before hungrily attacking your core. Moans escaped your mouth as he worked on your soon-coming climax.

He knew it, but the little shit he was he didn’t stop.

” Please stop I’m gonna come” You managed to say between moans. He stopped,but the look in his eyes said he wants more. At that moment you felt yourself turning around. You realized that Surin turned you around so your back was facing him.

" I love you " he whispered in your ear and entered you hard enough for you to scream a bit. His pace has increased and more screams escaped your mouth.

" F-Fuck Surin ... " He surely liked your screams as he pulled your head back by hair so you don't scream into the couch, but for him.

" Let me. . .  hear you Y/N " 

" Surin...please....I'm gonna cum " before you could finish you came all over his member. You could feel hot heat in yourself which meant Surin came too.

Surin turned you around again so you were facing him now.

" I missed you "

" But be prepared for next round at home " He winked at you and you both dressed up. You were tired, but round two sounds good enough for you not to fall asleep.

I'm sorry anon :( I was writing this for a looong time and I've got a writers block smh

[write-this-way-please]

Whatever You Need Me To Be

What Ever You Need Me To Be [Maturity is coming to terms with waiting│BullyDaBastard]

It was well in the middle of the night when you finally made it back to the studio. You’d been out of town for the weekend for work meetings and you knew you didn’t have any salvageable food left in your fridge, so a pit stop at the convenience store was necessary.

Juggling your keys in your free hand you attempted to unlock your door without spilling your whole shopping trip down the staircase.

Once inside you froze, looking around your studio. There was no way you were gone for three days and left the light on. It just wasn’t like you. Setting your groceries down by the door, you inched inside. You could definitely feel someone’s presence there. Tightening your small fist you rounded the corner, hearing movement.

Now or never.

That fight or flight thing kicked in. As someone turned the corner you acted immediately, letting out a loud battle cry, giving their stomach a swift punch and flipping them over your shoulder.

“Ah! Noona!” ByeongHo groaned, rolling onto his side in a strained voice. The wind clearly knocked out of him.

“Yah- What are you doing here?” you kneeled down beside him. Leaning close to him and cupping his face. “I could have killed you are you crazy!?”

“I just wanted to get in some practice.” he winced, sitting up and scratching the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok?” you gave him once over, looking at his head. Brushing his bangs out of his face you sigh. “You’re gonna need some ice… ah… Byeongho I’m so sorry I’m-”

He leaned closer to you. “I’m fine. You’ve been harder on me in class.” he coughed, trying to catch his breath. It was really hard to play it off and look cool when he could literally feel his side bruising.

You huffed and stood up, brushing off your clothes. “Who told you to break into my studio?” Grabbing the grocery bags, you walked into the kitchen, rolling your eyes. “Why are my students such a pain in the ass?” You spotted his backpack by the corner and sighed. “You not going home again?”

He shrugged. “Home is overrated.” Truth is the day you left town he moved right in. He was already used to going to the studio out of habit, and he needed some place to practice in.

“Yah!” you grabbed him by his ear and sighed. “I told you to get your ass back in school and start going back home. Your parents are probably worried sick.” You remembered the worried phone calls his mother would make to you on a daily basis. Most parents had an angry and frustrated tone as they searched for their missing kids and demand you just send them on their way. But his mother would always sound so relieved when she would hear that he was just at the studio practicing instead of being out in the streets. She would just release a relieved sigh and told you to make sure he ate.

“They’re fine.” he rolled his eyes, unpacking your grocery bags.

“You just roll your eyes? You sassing me? You trying to get 100 push ups as a punishment?” you crossed your arms and quirked a brow.

“That all? I could take whatever you dish at me Noona”

“Cocky little bastard.” you mumbled.

“I’m not 12 anymore” he chuckled. “Guess I’m just not afraid of you. Losing your touch?”

“You trying to get flipped again?” you nudged his side roughly before helping him put the groceries away.

“Maybe I am” he smirked and winked at you.

You’d known Byeongho for four years. He’d been at your studio since the beginning. He used to be just a scrawny jr high kid. He had that look that you’d see many times. The look of someone that didn’t want to be afraid anymore. Someone that wanted to fight back. And you gladly took him under your wing. You’d competed in a lot of tournaments into your early twenties but sought to do something more. Something that was a little less straining on your body. You had one too many headshots and your parents encouraged you to open a studio since telling you to walk away from it all was a lost cause.

It was almost like fate that your first student would be the one who needed you most.

Before you knew it he’d grown into quite the young man. He’d shot past you in high, and surpassed your expectations in how quickly he’d progressed. He’d become quite the co-teacher as you garnered more students.

“So what’s for dinner tonight?”

“You could go home and bother your mother for a home cooked meal”

“Then who’d keep you company huh?” he ruffled your hair. “If it was up to you it’d just be instant ramen and meat.”

“That’s not true…” you huffed and looked down trying to tuck the instant ramen back inside the grocery bag.

“Besides.” he leaned on his hand and gave you a charming grin. “I know you missed my face.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“And yet you’re still smiling” he bit his lower lip.

You rolled your eyes, trying to come up with a comeback but he pulled you into a hug. “I did miss you Noona.” he rested his chin on top of your hair.

“I was only gone for a few days.” you grumbled against his shirt, basking in the warmth. As much as you thought he was overreacting, it was nice coming home to someone, feeling missed, feeling wanted.

“So? It was still too long.” he rubbed your back softly with his thumb. “Next time take me with you.”

As you peeked up at him from his chest he sighed and smoothed down your hair.  “Now... go rest while I cook.”

“What? But-”

“You’re tired right? It was a long train ride back to Seoul and you have a morning class tomorrow so just let me cook. I got this.” he guided you out by the small of your back into the living room. “Take a shower and then I’ll be done by the time you are”

“But-I-fine” you pouted.

Byeongho sighed watching you leave as he grabbed up the ingredients. You were the only person that ever called him out on his shit. Maybe it was because you’d known the old him. But what was it going to take for you to take him seriously as a man? What did he need to do? He wanted to show you that he could take care of you.

He took care of the dojo while you were gone, cooked, clean. Everything he could do he did. Yeah, there was an age difference but it was the one thing he couldn’t change.

And it wasn’t like this was some little crush anymore. Sure when he was a kid he admitted that. You were the coolest person he knew. Four championship wins all before you were twenty. Then you opened a studio downtown. It was like heroes envy. You taught him how to defend himself, how to be stronger, how to be confident. He was forever indebted to you.

The better he got the faster other studios took noticed and tried to scout him. But he wasn’t going anywhere. His loyalty was with you.

But boy did he remember how pissed you were when you found out he was beating up his old bullies.

There was something about having someone drag him off campus by his ear for about three blocks that made him lose his street cred.

He kneeled looking down in the middle of your studio while you lectured him. In the whole time he’d been your student he’d never seen you so angry.

“Have you lost your fucking mind!? I taught you how to fight to defend yourself not to become the bully!”

“They’re the bully! They’re just getting exactly what they deserve. Always picking on the weak and shit”

“Now they’re the weak ones. You have an advantage over them and I didn’t teach you this so you can go around acting out some revenge plot! I just don’t want you to get bullied again. I want you to be able to stand up for kids that were like you and didn’t have the resources or strength to become stronger.”

“Well I sure showed them”

“Aish! You’re actually proud of yourself!” you smacked his shoulder “Do you know what people like that do to when they can’t bully people like you anymore? They go even harder on weaker people.”

“But you fight!”

“In a sanctioned ring! There’s refs, time limits, and it’s not out of hate or revenge it’s out of sportsmanship. Listen here you hot headed little brat. You wanna fight, then I’ll get you a match. But you’re not gonna drag my studios name in the mud by beating up some kids. If you wanna fight for me it’s with honor and respect. MMA fighters get enough heat by not being respected by traditional styles...I’ll be damned if you ever dishonor my studio again. I’m not harboring a bully. If you can’t handle that then maybe you should find a different place.”

That was all it took for him to question his ways. The thought of losing this new found home made him want to hold on to it tighter. Whatever you needed of him he was willing to be it. He was your most loyal student, friend, and confidant.

His whole life he had people telling him what to do. His parents, teachers, class presidents, etc. It was like the whole world thought they were better than him. Then he met you and you were the one person that he listened to. 

You never demanded it. You were older, you were his instructor, and yet you never demanded respect. You treated him respectfully and he followed suit. You listened to him and he to you. 

By the time he realized he’d fallen he was too far gone.

You may not have seen him as a man yet, but he was willing to wait. Until then he’ll be what you needed. 

END

If you’d gotten this far I’d like to thank you.

I felt like I needed a disclaimed for this scenario. I know it’s against my own rule to write for him and honestly, I’ve been sitting on this scenario for about half a year and I just really liked it. I kept it age appropriate being that Byeongho is a minor. But I felt inspired. I couldn’t make this scenario about anyone else, it was literally built around him and I just went for it. 

I don’t think I’m going to make it a habit of writing for him, nor am I willing to take on any minors. But I learned that a huge part of why I didn’t update as frequently is because I hit a creative wall. I didn’t feel confident to upload things that I actually did work on so I’m trying to overcome that. Hopefully you guys like this. <3 thank you for your support and love.

[wowiekid]

{23:20} Young B

You were awakened when your boyfriend Hong won entered your apartment loudly. It’s not that you were necessarily bothered by this but you weren't expecting him to come over this late. While you hear him angrily take off his shoes you check your phone to see that he had text you a few times while you were sleeping. Before you even get the chance to read them he enters the bedroom and flops down right next to you, throwing his arm around your waist while letting out a groan. Seeing as Hong won seems a bit upset you choose to not say anything and wait for him to talk to you. After a while of you two sitting silence, you decide to ask him what's wrong. 

"I just had a long day and I wish I could've just stayed here with you all day honestly. This random ass guy made a diss about me online and I wasn't bothered until I saw he mentioned you and it just put me in a bad mood all day. I tried not to bother you but..." he sighed and pulled me closer, resting his head on my chest. You run your finger through his hair and say, "Babe, you don't need to be worried about bothering me ever. If you need me just call and I don't care what some random guy has to say about me and neither should you" and with that, you give a kiss on the head and doze off to sleep in each other's arms.

[jasinthericeball]

210 Everyday Boyfriend texts

Request by anon

Hope you like it!

[ignitc]

since it's so hard to find young b content on tumblr I figured I should make my own

[1999jyh]

「 polo 」

[khhsh-t]

[femmemiel]

the holy trinity

[holdmekhh]

Happiest Girl In The World

Artist/Person : Yang HongWon/Young B

Group/Crew : Dickids Crew

Genre : Angst/Fluff(?)

Word Count : 1877

Requested : GIRL YOU ARE THE BOMB 👅 Do you do Young B from DICKIDS Crew? If yes can you do something angsty? (he's a minor so...) PRETTY PLS

A/N: I’m sorry that it took so long, and that it sucks, but I was extremely busy and unmotivated/I had major writers block. I hope you enjoy~~

"Are you fucking listening to yourself?" I hissed, eyes squinted as I stared at the heated boy across the room. It was just us, the others deciding to get up and go into another room when they saw our conversation escalating. They weren't used to this, to the arguments that went on between me and their friend- my boyfriend."Did you think, even for a second, that what you did could have possibly hurt me? Or was I just slip your mind?" My voice was low, tone sharp and firm. The anger that was boiling within was only getting worse as time went on, as he decided that this would be the perfect time to not speak. A frustrated sigh left my lips, tongue darting out to wet them. I ran a hand through my hair, letting my eyes slip shut. Sharp inhale, shaky exhale. My lips were quivering, eyes squeezing together tightly before opening back up with tears coating my lashes and waterline. "Why aren't you saying anything? Do you...just... not care?" He shrugged, looking down at his shoes with a blank face. I stiffened, watching him closely. "Do you want us to break up?" I waited for his answer, stomach churning with nervousness and fear. But then, he gave a soft nod and my stomach dropped. It took a few seconds for me to comprehend what was happening, and that this wasn't just some dream that I'd wake up from. A tear fell, then another, and another, and they kept falling while I stared at him with widened eyes. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of just standing there, I started nodding as I wiped my tears with my sleeve. "O-Okay..." I cleared my throat as I started grabbing my things and stuffing it into my backpack "Um...uh...I'll drop your things off here...you can drop my things off..whenever, I guess." My voice was soft, like a whisper, and shaky. After I was done packing up, I went to open the door, immediately coming face-to-face with the shocked expressions of the rest of the crew. I gave a weak smile before brushing past them. "Noona.." I heard the soft voice of Geonah, but I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I did they'd know just how broken I was. 

~

My grin was wide, eyes crinkled up happily. Laughs were passing through my lips, albeit they were just as fake as my smiles but I was trying. I was trying to be happy. Trying to move on. But, when you fall that hard for someone, it's just as hard getting up.

"Yah! I was gonna eat that!" I whined as I watched Bryn chewed on the fried corn dog. A grin was on her face as she pulled the stick from my hand and took another bite. "You should've been paying attention~" She chuckled, ruffling my hair with her free hand. "But- fuck." My eyes widened as I stared past the older female. "What? Y/N, what's wrong?" She turned looking around before her eyes landed on who I was looking at. Along the rest of the boys, was HongWon, making their way towards us. "Shit, I forgot they were coming..." She slowly turned her head to me with an apologetic look on her face. I smiled, waving away her worry. "I'll be okay. Let's just have fun." I gave a soft smile, looking down at my hands that were now wrapped around my cup. 

I felt the presence of the boys, making me lift my head up. Only, I immediately made eye contact with a wide eyed Hongwon. Forcing a smile onto my lips, I gave a small wave before breaking eye contact. "Y/N!" Geonah grinned, pushing through the rest of the boys to pull me into a hug. Standing up, I wrapped my arms around him with a chuckle. I was shorter than him, not that it was surprising when I was shorter than almost everyone I'd met, so him bending to bury his face in my hair was something that still made me giggle. Pulling away, I waved to the rest of the boys, "How's everyone been?" I smiled. 

We'd all began walking around, Geonah and Ran sticking at my sides as we joked. "So, when's your flight?" Ran asked as we were waiting for the subway to come. "Two days. But it's like early in the morning, at like 3 or some shit." I replied, scrolling through my phone. "Wait, where are you going?" I heard Seryoung ask softly as he leaned against me. "Oh, I'm going to the US for a bit. Just for a week or two." I muttered, looking up from the small screen in my hands as the train pulled to stop. Walking forward, we all entered and sat down. And of course, I ended up seated right next to Hongwon, I felt him stiffen as I sat down but ignored it the best I could. "Why?" "I just wanna go and chill for a bit. My dad has to go for work anyway, so why not." I shrugged, chuckling as a pout formed on his lips. "You can stay, and we could all just go to Jeju or something." A few of the others nodded, "A road trip would be nice. We could even go camping." Taehyeon muttered, glancing up from his phone. "Come on. Please~" I chuckled at Geonah whining leaning on my shoulder. Nodding, I muttered a soft agreement before pulling out my phone and canceling it with my dad.

~

Our hair was whipping around as we sped down the highway, music blasting as we sung along. The sky was dark, city lights brightening up the early morning sky. The dashboard clock flashed 03:45am, yet here we were speeding down the partially empty highway towards the mountains. "I can't believe we're finally doing this." I chuckled, leaning back into the window. My bare face was flushed from the onslaught of cold air hitting it. Looking over, I caught sight of a sleeping HongWon, and my heart clenched. We ended up seated right next to each other, again. But, overtime we'd forget about what happened and would lean into one another. Or, he'd wrap an arm around me as we all laughed and grinned. But, then something would click and one of us would pull away, looking at each other with shaky gazes before gulping and turning away. A sigh fell from my lips, "What happened to us..." I muttered, before reaching back and pulling out a blanket to lay over him. When I was done covering him, I stopped to focus on his face. Then I looked away, looking up and making eye contact with Geonah. His eyebrows were pulled together and a frown was carved into his face, but I shook my head as I reached over and smoothed out the crease. "I'm fine." I smiled softly before leaned back, and turning to gaze out the window. Sticking my head back out of it, I shut my eyes and breathed softly, opening them back and gazing at the lights that blurred by. All the while, I didn't realize that HongWon had opened his eyes to stare at me.

When we'd finally arrived at the base of the mountain, after making countless stops for food and restrooms, we'd gotten out and stretched. The clocks flashed 09:59am, making us sigh. "Let's set up the tents, I want to sleep more." There was a chorus of exhausted agreements, as everyone grabbed the tents and walked over to the area in front of the van. TaeHyeon parked in a clearing deep in the trees, close to a small lake, and somewhat close to civilization.

Once all of the tents were set up, and everyone was cozy and sleeping, I left from mine and walked towards the body of water. Sitting down and sighing, I closed my eyes and listened. The way that water flowed like a soft lullaby, and the birds chirped happily as they played in the distance. The way the wind whistled in the softest way, brushing past the trees to make them sway in their own little dance. The soft footsteps that neared, almost as if they were hesitant. I knew who it was as soon as he sat down, staying just as silent as I was and not distract me, but his nervous energy had already done it. Fluttering my eyes open, I stared out at the water for, what felt like, a few minutes before turning to look at him. He was already looking at me. "Yes?" My voice was as soft as ever, my eyes shaky as I tried to hold back my emotions. We hadn't been alone in such a long time, and just that thought was taking a toll on me. "I'm sorry..." He muttered as he looked away, his voice raspy and quiet. "For hurting you so much..." I furrowed my eyebrows before looking forward. "It's okay." I simply stated, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "I understand why you broke up with me..." His head whipped towards me. "W-what? What do you mean?" "Well, if you stopped loving me, I wouldn't have wanted you to fake it. I want you to be happy, whether it is or is not with me, because I love you." I muttered, a soft smile pulling onto my lips as I turned to look at him. But, it fell as soon as I saw the unshed tears lining his glossy eyes. "HongWon, what's wron-" "You thought I stopped loving you?" I was taken back by his question, but gave a soft nod anyway. Shaking his head, "That's not why I ended us..." His voice was heavy, but the tears had gone away. "Then why?" "Because-" I stared at him, waiting for him to tell me his reason, but when he did my mind went blank. "Ever since High School Rapper, I've been busy. I got signed, and was even busier. I didn't have time to be with you, and when I did have the time, all we did was argue. I kept making you cry, from being angry and sad, and I just didn't want you to be unhappy. I didn't want to be selfish, so I broke up with you so that you could go and be happy without be weighing you down." My eyes were wide and my lips were parted, my mind went completely blank but the only thing that I wanted to do was crash my body into his. And I did. I threw myself onto him with a hug, my face buried in his neck as I silently cried into him. His arms were wrapped around me tightly, his hand stroking my hair. "I'm sorry..." Pulling back, I shook my head. "No, you thought it was the right thing to do, that's what matters." Leaning forward I pecked his lips, causing both of us to smile. "God, I missed you." He mumbled, kissing me again and pulling me into another hug. " I missed you, too. But, don't ever think that you don't make me happy, because of you I've been happiest."

[baka-writings]

✰𝐵𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑎 𝐵𝑎$𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑦✰

Warnings: None of course

Hope you like it!

He's a tough guy, we know that. Just look at him, he looks scary and everyone who sees him have natural respect for him.

BUT.

We also know he's a cutie. Byungho shows that part of him only to you. At first he wouldn't really understand how can you love him sm, but then after a while he'd let you love him with no doubt.

You being clingy and hugging him a lot would make him so happy. He'd want to take pics of you guys hugging and lowkey post it on his Instagram story because why not?

Honestly in overal his reaction would be so cute, like he'd let you hug him anytime, anyhow. He'd enjoy the affection recieved and be sure of the fact he'll give a lot more affection back 🤭

[khh-writings]

Non-Korean

Who: Bully

Genre: Fluff/funny

You tried to avoid the mass of bodies but, as you already knew, it was impossible. You were following your friends to the dance floor after having had a tequila shot. You didn't like tequila that much, but anyhow you ended drinking it. 

The club was, just exactly as any club in Hongdae, full. It was Saturday night, and you wanted to have fun. Classes had finally ended, and you had turned 18, 19 in Korean age, just a few days ago. Of course, you were going to a club on a Saturday. You were finally able to. However, after a couple of hours, you were fed up with that place. You just wanted to dance, for fuck's sake, but the place was too crowded, it was really hot, and they wouldn't let you alone. You were already used to it, used to being "the foreigner". Your parents were from Y/C, but they had moved to Korea to work and had actually met there. You were Korean, but you were not Korean. Seriously, all that shit sucked. People avoiding you, thinking that you don't speak Korean, people asking if you are able to eat spicy food, people in some places that look at you as if you were an alien or something. You were used to it, though. However, you were not used to that club thing. Guys approaching you because they thought you were foreigner. It had already been 12 that night. Guys who tried to talk to you or directly grab your waist. It was so disgusting. You just wanted to have a good time with your friends. Somehow, your friends and you managed to get into the dance floor. That was supposed to be a hip-hop club, but the truth is that they also played famous pop songs. The DJ was good tonight ?. You started to dance, a pop song you didn't know, honestly, but you didn't care. It was all good, you having fun with friends but, of course, it couldn't have lasted much more. Someone grabbed your waist. You tried to let go, but he didn't let you. You turned around, with a clearly annoyed face. It was a tall guy, you just noticed that about him. He started to speak: "Hi" he said in Korean. "I don't speak Korean. No Korean." You said in English, lying. You always said that. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. "No problem, I speak English." Fuck. You almost panicked. Whenever that happened, you didn't know how to react. You weren't that kind of person who dared to shout at unknown people. You wished you were. You remained silent, with that tall guy smiling at you. You thought you would go to hell, but your angel saved you just in time. One of your friends, MinAh, grabbed your shoulder and shout at him in Korean: "Get out!" You didn't have to say anything else. He left. Finally. Just in time, because Jay Park and Ugly Duck “Ain't no Party like an AOMG Party”, started. You freaked out and forgot all about that guy or other guys. It was one of your favourite songs. You started to dance and sing along immediately. Your friends did too. At that moment, you thought everybody in the club would be doing the same, but you didn't knew. You couldn't think about anything else, but the song and how happy you were at that moment. The song ended, and you took the chance to take a breath, exhausted. The next song started. You shouted at Minah: "Ugly Duck oppa is so cool!" "And Jaebum?" "Jay too, but everybody knows that!" You both laughed and kept dancing. Everything was fine, but then something touched your shoulder. It was soft, not strong as usual. Still, you turned around, angry this time. -"o Korean" You said immediately. But then, you froze. He was tall, like the guy from before. However, you could say this time you noticed everything about the guy. Blonde, loose black clothes covering a probably athletic body, broad shoulders, rings on his ears, pretty eyes, pretty lips. Pretty everything. He said nothing and just extended something to you. You looked at his hands, noticing his ring on the little finger and you realised. Your shirt, that was tied around your hips just a few minutes ago. He was giving it to you. It must have fallen. So he wasn't trying to pick up on you, you realised, not knowing if glad or not now. You bowed slightly and looked at him with a stupid expression on your face. Then, he simply turned around and left. "What was that?" Asked Minjung, one of your friends. "He was just trying to give my shirt back." You didn't see him again on the dance floor, neither on the bar. You wanted to thank him properly, feeling bad about the way you had behaved before. He wasn't anywhere in the club though. The rest of the night was mostly normal, dancing and drinking and having fun. At 4 am, Minah and you were tired, so you both decided to leave. You said goodbye to your friends and left the club. "Wait" said Minah. She took a cigarette from the package and gave you one. You knew your parents would kill you if they knew you smoked, but you couldn't help it. "The blond guy was cute, you should have spoken to him." "I know, I just froze like an idiot, I lost my opportunity" Minah and you laughed. "That excuse of you not knowing Korean is not working as it should." "Yeah, maybe I should wear a huge cartel on my back saying I'm fucking Korean, not an exotic pet." You and your friend laughed again, loudly. Then you turned a bit to put your shirt on, casting your gaze to the left, and then you saw him. He was against a wall, really close to Minah and you. How was it that you hadn't seen him? "Shit" you said, muttering. "What?" Minah turned her head and saw him, and then started to laugh again. He was looking at you, just at you. The blond guy. He was wearing a cap now, but it was him. He was with two friends. His friends were laughing, just as Minah. You looked at each other. He had an enormous smirk on his face. You couldn't help but also smile. You placed your left hand on your face to hide it. "Does that mean that I get to have your number?" You removed your hand from your face just to look at him. His voice was cute. "I guess so." He gave you his phone, and you wrote your number and gave it back to him. He smiled again and blinked at you. That was the moment when you die. "I'm ByoengHo, by the way." "Y/n." "Nice to meet you, Y/n." He went back to his friends and they left, just like that. And as they were leaving, you could see as his friends were looking at you and hitting him, both clearly amused. "You're so lucky, girl." Said Minah, excited. "Let's go!" You just nodded and followed her, the opposite way the guys had gone. You realised your cigarette was finished, you had forgotten about it. Of course you had. About an hour later you were putting your pajamas on. From time to time you glanced at your phone, but you didn’t have a single notification. You sighed, clearly nervous, as you put your shorts on. Then your phone vibrated, and its screen lighted up. You almost ran to pick it. You sat on your bed and took a deep breath. An unknown number. "Hey, I'm the cute blond guy. Want to meet up tomorrow?" You turned red as a cherry and laughed at his boldness. "Yeah, sure!" You replied. "Exit 2, Hongik station at 8?" "Perfect ^^" "Nice... And, by the way, yes, Ugly Duck is really cool. You dropped your phone and almost shout. "Wait, what?"

[wowiekid]

Young B missing you while you’re away

I like never post but here take this

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