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I lied and I know it was wrong. I lied and I regret it. I have said so many times that I am aware of it but I am not going to stop saying it. And no, the only age I put in my bio was 18. At first I didn't have my age written down, but then it was 18.

I really understand that all of you are angry or disappointed, and I accept it because as I said before I would be too. I understand that people I haven't spoken to recently are also affected by this, like you.

And I know this isn't the main topic, but why are you taking so much advantage of this opportunity to take it out on me? Again, what I did was wrong and I recognize it, but I don't quite understand it on your part. And yes, sooner or later I wouldn't have been able to take it anymore and publish the text anyway, it didn't matter if you were exposing people or not (although it clearly had an influence, and it's something else that I also accept).

If you want to throw your hate, comments or whatever at me, that's fine. I don't expect you to believe everything I said in the text, I don't expect it from anyone because it would be demanding, but I don't expect it from you even less. Whatever you want to do or say is fine, but I'm not going to stop saying that if I posted that it's because I really want to say it. If it seems silly to you, it's on you like everyone else.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, so much so that I can't even think about how disappointed all the people who trusted me will be. The people who said so many nice things to me, who made me feel truly loved and made me happy so many times. I know that with this I am not going to become anything more than a liar and a disappointment to everyone. And I can't go on with this for another minute.

I don't really know what I'm going to do after this, but I'll most likely go away for a while because I know that just as much as I have to think clearly and rethink things in detail, you all deserve a good break from all these lies.

And the truth is that I lied. I lied to the people who put their trust in me only to find this. And it was so, so stupid of me to think that something like that wasn't wrong. Although I never thought any of this was right, I couldn't help but continue seeing the love I received, which was and is one of the things I long for the most, but which I fear will be taken away so quickly by my own actions. .

I lied about my age believing that it would somehow be easier for people to like me and fit in in general and I feel so guilty about all of this knowing that I could have told the truth much sooner, or that I simply could not have lied. And before you ask, I can swear to you that I didn't lie about anything else, although I'm still aware of how bad it was, it doesn't matter if I just lied about it.

I completely understand if you feel disappointed, betrayed, or even feel some kind of hatred towards me, because if I were in your place I would feel terrible. That's why I'm doing my best to express as much as I can here, and I must admit that I'm having to take severe breaks between paragraphs because even I feel disappointed in myself, a lot. I really feel like I owe a lot of personal apologies to a lot of people here, and not feeling strong enough to do it after all only makes me even more miserable. If I had never felt worthy of affection before, believe me, much less so now.

Sorry, seriously sorry for doing that. Honestly, and even though it hurts me too much, I'm going to try not to say much more because I know perfectly well that what I did has no justification, like any other lie. I also know that I'm just a teenager trying to look for love no matter what, but it genuinely breaks my heart that the people I loved so much have to go through this and even worse, because of me. Because of no one else but mine.

After having expressed all this, I would understand and accept if they want to block me, if they no longer want to have any type of interaction with me or even if they want to insult me. I understand and I ask for your forgiveness again with all my heart and with many tears shed.

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I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, so much so that I can't even think about how disappointed all the people who trusted me will be. The people who said so many nice things to me, who made me feel truly loved and made me happy so many times. I know that with this I am not going to become anything more than a liar and a disappointment to everyone. And I can't go on with this for another minute.

I don't really know what I'm going to do after this, but I'll most likely go away for a while because I know that just as much as I have to think clearly and rethink things in detail, you all deserve a good break from all these lies.

And the truth is that I lied. I lied to the people who put their trust in me only to find this. And it was so, so stupid of me to think that something like that wasn't wrong. Although I never thought any of this was right, I couldn't help but continue seeing the love I received, which was and is one of the things I long for the most, but which I fear will be taken away so quickly by my own actions. .

I lied about my age believing that it would somehow be easier for people to like me and fit in in general and I feel so guilty about all of this knowing that I could have told the truth much sooner, or that I simply could not have lied. And before you ask, I can swear to you that I didn't lie about anything else, although I'm still aware of how bad it was, it doesn't matter if I just lied about it.

I completely understand if you feel disappointed, betrayed, or even feel some kind of hatred towards me, because if I were in your place I would feel terrible. That's why I'm doing my best to express as much as I can here, and I must admit that I'm having to take severe breaks between paragraphs because even I feel disappointed in myself, a lot. I really feel like I owe a lot of personal apologies to a lot of people here, and not feeling strong enough to do it after all only makes me even more miserable. If I had never felt worthy of affection before, believe me, much less so now.

Sorry, seriously sorry for doing that. Honestly, and even though it hurts me too much, I'm going to try not to say much more because I know perfectly well that what I did has no justification, like any other lie. I also know that I'm just a teenager trying to look for love no matter what, but it genuinely breaks my heart that the people I loved so much have to go through this and even worse, because of me. Because of no one else but mine.

After having expressed all this, I would understand and accept if they want to block me, if they no longer want to have any type of interaction with me or even if they want to insult me. I understand and I ask for your forgiveness again with all my heart and with many tears shed.

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EASY, CRAZY, HOT HUH YUNJIN ☆ EASY TRAILER

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if you kick every sapphic yearner out of the country, then who will be streaming your music, taylor swift?

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🤨🤨🤨

bebe is officially mine now, just wanna declare smth 🥰

MMM YES!!! y'all heard it.

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im going crazy fr

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y'all we honest, are eyebags hot or nah

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I just had a cute idea,what about Bada having a girlfriend with wavy/ curly long hair and taking care of her hair,reader saying she'll cut her hair short and Bada is like "don't you dare to kill our hair" while brushing it to style after

Hair | Bada Lee

Bada Lee x Reader

Cw: none. Fluff. Drabble

A/n: anon this is so cute and as someone with curly hair (used to be long but I recently got a haircut), I really love this idea

Eversince you and Bada started dating, it has been a tradition for Bada to be the one to take care of your hair.

You want to wash your hair? She'll do it for you. You ran out of that hair product you use to maintain your curls? She already has those is stock.

Bada is so inlove with your hair to the point that she does her own research on how to take care of it, what products are best for your hair type, all just to keep your hair long and healthy.

So you just couldn't imagine Bada's reaction when you blurted out all of the sudden the idea of cutting your hair short.

Bada who is helping you diffuse your hair suddenly stops, the hair dryer in her hand was immediately turned off.

"What did you say?" The shock on Bada's face is indescribable, she looks so offended as if you called her a slur.

"I just said that I think my hair is getting too long and I want to cut it" You touched the strands of your hair. You're not lying, it is getting too long. When wet, your hair can stretch down to your waist, but that's just how Bada loves it.

Bada, who has short hair started wearing hair extensions just to match the length of your hair, since she thinks its cute.

"Why?" Bada's face is filled with disappointment with a pout laying on her lips. She looks like a kid who didn't get the present they asked Santa for Christmas.

"Its just getting long, it consumes a lot of hair products already and it is getting expensive maintaining them—"

"Don't worry about it, I have the money to buy you all the products you need for your hair." Bada cuts you off, immediately disregarding your reason.

"Well, its also getting a bit hot—"

"We can always put it up in a different hairstyle, or I could just carry a fan with me all the time so you won't get hot" Bada retorted once again.

At this point you finally give up trying to convince Bada with your idea.

"You're not gonna let me cut my hair, won't you?" You look at her deadpanned as she turns on the hair dryer once again to finish her work.

"Yes, don't you dare kill our hair." Your girlfriend says in a strict manner as she blow dry your hair once again.

"You know you sound like Mother Gothel when you act like this." Bada just chuckles at your statement.

"Bada knows best" She just replied in a sing-song tone.

Finally another fic/drabble done. I hope you liked this anon. I'll finish more requests first before moving on to some of my drafts. Please feel free to send in your request, just follow my rules!

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Tu angelita es lo que necesitas Dale, gata, dale, muñequita Bien sudadita, soy tu mamacita Dale, gata, dale, muñequita

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✧　 　 ⌅ 　 　∿　　 🎞

✧　 　 ⌅ 　 　∿　　 🌟

✧　 　 ⌅ 　 　∿　　 📕

✧　 　 ⌅ 　 　∿　　 🐈

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Would you like to see some dogs? I have three dogs and photos of them I will send to you

oww okay okay! u can send me the photos ^^

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letters’ meanings

f. fluff a. angst hc. hurt comfort s. suggestive letter-letter means genre + genre italic means it has french translation

. . for team bebe

bada lee

f. ocean hugs hc. holding shards f. already down f. i want you around f. yes or no f-hc. it's the everything for me f-hc. shenanigans f-hc. dream girl f-s. louder than words

lusher

a. violentest kind of love (ft. bada)

cheche

f. lucy in the sky, sun in her eyes

. . for others

channi

♡. playlist and headcanons

previous masterlist

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Please teach me how to speak spanish (ill teach how to speak tagalog)

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG YES AND PLEASE

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hola bestie te amo

hola addison rae, qué te trae por acá?

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OKAY OKAY

violentest kind of love ﹒ lusher ft. bada lee

your roommate's going to be out for the entire day, and that only means one thing — it's your time to finally release the pent-up sorrow within your chest, to be a little bit noisy about it without worrying about disturbing anyone. although it has never solved anything, it undoubtedly keeps you going when actions won’t change a thing.

it's been three weeks since you last saw your ex girlfriend, bada. she looked like an angel when you accidentally bumped into her on your way to lusher’s class, and the way she looked down at you has been glued into your brain for too long. she just apologised, rushing away as you couldn’t manage to take steps ahead and missed a thing or two from the performance you were supposed to watch, but that went unnoticed by lusher.

conveniently, lusher’s not around today, when the memories seem to hurt a bit more. you've been holding in too much lately. the fact that bada has tons of rumors circling her figure is something that gets you feeling even more unwell, and days go by like a blurry mess for you. things don’t make sense when she’s not around, nor soothes your heart with the kindest words you’ve ever heard. even the little drama she can make, you miss that.

being lusher’s student and roommate always puts you in bada’s way somehow, which soon happens again. bada’s eyes suddenly meet yours when you’re waiting for lusher outside the studio, and she’s actually so nervous at your sight. not for the reasons you imagine, though. a car parks in front of the building, and who picks her up is the same person you’d questioned her about multiple times in the past.

“just a friend” she'd claim. “don’t let this affect you as much, don't be dramatic.”

so many don’ts for you to now see the clearest yes you ever have.

bada’s boyfriend is oblivious to her staring at you, but you do see how she refuses a kiss from him inside the car for whatever reason. you hope she feels as ashamed as she looks. your heart sinks, spins, twists, threatens to crawl over your throat just to bleed out the most offensive words, to tell her you weren’t an idiot, nor dramatic. you were right, and those little indicators should’ve been discussed until she got sick of it, of lying to you.

she did come home later than usual because of him on your last days together; she did keep you on her hook out of hesitance; she did hide you just to keep an image. bada took weeks after you broke up to show up with a boyfriend publicly, but even the rumors were too smart to believe that she was single before sharing it all — people were all sure she wasn't, during the time in which you dated each other, and you should've been smarter as well. they had this suspicion of her being with someone else for a reason.

with you, she'd never let anyone even suspect a relationship, and her confirmation now of having a boyfriend just blew your mind; it's clear that she wasn't doing much but walking through a path she just wasn't used to, when you were together. she was just having fun, and that’s exactly what she admitted to have done when you broke up.

bada used you.

now this woman is the biggest idiot that’s ever crossed your sight so far, and remembering that you know exactly how her chapstick tastes only gets you begging for something — god, the universe, anything — to take all of your memories away and take along all it must.

witnessing them together is enough reason for you to arrive home incredibly late, facing with the tipsiest steps a worried lusher that's been waiting for you on the couch. “are you crazy? you couldn’t even leave a damn call?” she questions, and it takes you a second to process her angry tone.

“i don’t know where my phone is.”

“then get someone else’s? warn me first? use a place’s landline? please, this was torturing” lusher exclaims, and god, you really don’t need something else to feel bad about.

“i’m sorry” you mumble.

being that off from your routine isn’t torturing at all, actually. what’s torturing for lusher is knowing how far you can go when all the frustration you feel is more directed towards yourself than anyone else, which ends up happening too often. the blonde gently pushes your sleeves up to make sure you’re good over there too, if you’re as bad in your heart, then pulls you into a hug afterward.

“it's okay" her voice softens. "just don’t scare me like this anymore” she asks. her touch feels way more comforting than the drinks, just as sweet.

when you pull away, your eyes are so drunk on the way she glows under this beautiful light of kindness it gets you feeling even worse. “i might. maybe if i were a bit like you, as kind, bada wouldn’t have done what she did” you word it somehow. “maybe i failed her, doesn't matter how much of a bitch she was in the end” your mind races like crazy at the thoughts it's coming up with, and lusher sees how you start to get affected by them, tears welling your eyes.

“no, y/n” lusher whispers. “no, you’re good just as you are. i promise” she kisses the side of your head, once again pulling you closer and letting you rest your head on her shoulder, stroking your hair softly. “don't do this, don't blame yourself for her mistakes” lusher keeps her tone calm to make sure your heart feels the same way, and you quietly try to make her words your truth.

lusher guides you to bed, then, and lets you rest inside her warmest hoodie as she hands you water. she's quick enough to intercept your attempt to take sleeping pills this time.

“seo, i need them."

“not today, please. you're drunk, might be bad for you” lusher puts the stack of pills on the drawer as you loosen your grip on it, stepping closer to join you on the bed, her warmth always a welcomed pleasure. she smells like the cherry drink you had earlier. “you look sleepy.”

"i am. drinking didn’t do much besides it for me, i’m so mad at everything” you complain, kind of sulking as she wraps a hand around your waist.

"i'd be mad too, y/n. your feelings are so reasonable" she reassures you.

“think they’re a bit too much” you say, and her eyes glue on yours as she raises her chin for a second, squinting. “see? like now, i’m enjoying the sight a bit too much. i should really find a way to shut them down once in a while” you babble it all out like someone who's wasted indeed. lusher’s cheeks change a shade at your words, and she just chuckles eventually.

“nah, they’re fine in this case too” but you're a bit too drunk — and sleepy — to process her words.

she gets you; lusher understands why your heart sometimes races at her sight, even when you feel terrible. happens to her too. your mind's as useless as your heart now, but you do recognise the feeling in her eyes. it resembles bada's. she’s the same type of peace you get from a sweet glass of wine, from cigarettes after the most stressful days, from the most nostalgic memories and the quietest mornings.

truth is, even the sweetest things can still be bitter if you don't luck out, like when you pluck a strawberry out of its branch. you never know how bitter it is until you bite it, and lucking out isn't quite what you do these days.

your future self knows that lusher is just like your ex girlfriend. some people are just better at masking truths, apparently. and your heart will need stitches the moment it surrenders to lusher's touch, the second your lips melt onto each other's, and bada will be just a memory pushed behind your most recent heartbreak.

love's more than an occasion for you, it's a cycle. and this is probably your only fate — collecting shards, until you're brave enough to give them a final usage.

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min you're killing me, i was abt to simp over lusher 😭😭😭

violentest kind of love ﹒ lusher ft. bada lee

your roommate's going to be out for the entire day, and that only means one thing — it's your time to finally release the pent-up sorrow within your chest, to be a little bit noisy about it without worrying about disturbing anyone. although it has never solved anything, it undoubtedly keeps you going when actions won’t change a thing.

it's been three weeks since you last saw your ex girlfriend, bada. she looked like an angel when you accidentally bumped into her on your way to lusher’s class, and the way she looked down at you has been glued into your brain for too long. she just apologised, rushing away as you couldn’t manage to take steps ahead and missed a thing or two from the performance you were supposed to watch, but that went unnoticed by lusher.

conveniently, lusher’s not around today, when the memories seem to hurt a bit more. you've been holding in too much lately. the fact that bada has tons of rumors circling her figure is something that gets you feeling even more unwell, and days go by like a blurry mess for you. things don’t make sense when she’s not around, nor soothes your heart with the kindest words you’ve ever heard. even the little drama she can make, you miss that.

being lusher’s student and roommate always puts you in bada’s way somehow, which soon happens again. bada’s eyes suddenly meet yours when you’re waiting for lusher outside the studio, and she’s actually so nervous at your sight. not for the reasons you imagine, though. a car parks in front of the building, and who picks her up is the same person you’d questioned her about multiple times in the past.

“just a friend” she'd claim. “don’t let this affect you as much, don't be dramatic.”

so many don’ts for you to now see the clearest yes you ever have.

bada’s boyfriend is oblivious to her staring at you, but you do see how she refuses a kiss from him inside the car for whatever reason. you hope she feels as ashamed as she looks. your heart sinks, spins, twists, threatens to crawl over your throat just to bleed out the most offensive words, to tell her you weren’t an idiot, nor dramatic. you were right, and those little indicators should’ve been discussed until she got sick of it, of lying to you.

she did come home later than usual because of him on your last days together; she did keep you on her hook out of hesitance; she did hide you just to keep an image. bada took weeks after you broke up to show up with a boyfriend publicly, but even the rumors were too smart to believe that she was single before sharing it all — people were all sure she wasn't, during the time in which you dated each other, and you should've been smarter as well. they had this suspicion of her being with someone else for a reason.

with you, she'd never let anyone even suspect a relationship, and her confirmation now of having a boyfriend just blew your mind; it's clear that she wasn't doing much but walking through a path she just wasn't used to, when you were together. she was just having fun, and that’s exactly what she admitted to have done when you broke up.

bada used you.

now this woman is the biggest idiot that’s ever crossed your sight so far, and remembering that you know exactly how her chapstick tastes only gets you begging for something — god, the universe, anything — to take all of your memories away and take along all it must.

witnessing them together is enough reason for you to arrive home incredibly late, facing with the tipsiest steps a worried lusher that's been waiting for you on the couch. “are you crazy? you couldn’t even leave a damn call?” she questions, and it takes you a second to process her angry tone.

“i don’t know where my phone is.”

“then get someone else’s? warn me first? use a place’s landline? please, this was torturing” lusher exclaims, and god, you really don’t need something else to feel bad about.

“i’m sorry” you mumble.

being that off from your routine isn’t torturing at all, actually. what’s torturing for lusher is knowing how far you can go when all the frustration you feel is more directed towards yourself than anyone else, which ends up happening too often. the blonde gently pushes your sleeves up to make sure you’re good over there too, if you’re as bad in your heart, then pulls you into a hug afterward.

“it's okay" her voice softens. "just don’t scare me like this anymore” she asks. her touch feels way more comforting than the drinks, just as sweet.

when you pull away, your eyes are so drunk on the way she glows under this beautiful light of kindness it gets you feeling even worse. “i might. maybe if i were a bit like you, as kind, bada wouldn’t have done what she did” you word it somehow. “maybe i failed her, doesn't matter how much of a bitch she was in the end” your mind races like crazy at the thoughts it's coming up with, and lusher sees how you start to get affected by them, tears welling your eyes.

“no, y/n” lusher whispers. “no, you’re good just as you are. i promise” she kisses the side of your head, once again pulling you closer and letting you rest your head on her shoulder, stroking your hair softly. “don't do this, don't blame yourself for her mistakes” lusher keeps her tone calm to make sure your heart feels the same way, and you quietly try to make her words your truth.

lusher guides you to bed, then, and lets you rest inside her warmest hoodie as she hands you water. she's quick enough to intercept your attempt to take sleeping pills this time.

“seo, i need them."

“not today, please. you're drunk, might be bad for you” lusher puts the stack of pills on the drawer as you loosen your grip on it, stepping closer to join you on the bed, her warmth always a welcomed pleasure. she smells like the cherry drink you had earlier. “you look sleepy.”

"i am. drinking didn’t do much besides it for me, i’m so mad at everything” you complain, kind of sulking as she wraps a hand around your waist.

"i'd be mad too, y/n. your feelings are so reasonable" she reassures you.

“think they’re a bit too much” you say, and her eyes glue on yours as she raises her chin for a second, squinting. “see? like now, i’m enjoying the sight a bit too much. i should really find a way to shut them down once in a while” you babble it all out like someone who's wasted indeed. lusher’s cheeks change a shade at your words, and she just chuckles eventually.

“nah, they’re fine in this case too” but you're a bit too drunk — and sleepy — to process her words.

she gets you; lusher understands why your heart sometimes races at her sight, even when you feel terrible. happens to her too. your mind's as useless as your heart now, but you do recognise the feeling in her eyes. it resembles bada's. she’s the same type of peace you get from a sweet glass of wine, from cigarettes after the most stressful days, from the most nostalgic memories and the quietest mornings.

truth is, even the sweetest things can still be bitter if you don't luck out, like when you pluck a strawberry out of its branch. you never know how bitter it is until you bite it, and lucking out isn't quite what you do these days.

your future self knows that lusher is just like your ex girlfriend. some people are just better at masking truths, apparently. and your heart will need stitches the moment it surrenders to lusher's touch, the second your lips melt onto each other's, and bada will be just a memory pushed behind your most recent heartbreak.

love's more than an occasion for you, it's a cycle. and this is probably your only fate — collecting shards, until you're brave enough to give them a final usage.

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what’s your favorite color? Mine is blue

PURPLEEEE, I LOVE PURPLEE