#ditttiii

1) Void by @btssavedmylifeblr

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all. 

2) Make You Know Love by @btsismybiass 

Summary: Growing up, Jungkook had always shared everything with his brothers; toys, food, clothing, friends, and even girls. The seven were inseparable — secrets were not allowed. Halfway through senior year, Jungkook was sent to a school halfway across the world, though he wouldn’t tell anyone (that didn’t already know) why. Years later, he has an adjoining apartment with his best friend (who is hopelessly in love with him) and 6 brothers he has yet to tell her about. One night, she comes barging into his home unannounced only to be met with a group of sexy foreign strangers.

3) Armed to the Fangs by @jingabitch

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

4) Sanctuary by @softykooky

Summary: some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate.

5) Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

6) Tangled Hearts by @writersrealmbts

Summary: You have seven hybrids and life with them can be both good and stressful. Some days are better than others, but in the end, you know that they’re always there for you, in more ways than one.

7)  Diamond Tears and Little Wings by @writersrealmbts 

Summary: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

8) Rose & Thorns by @minniepetals 

Summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

9) The Butter Series by @minniepetals

Summary: their names alone had every men and women turning their heads and falling at their feet. successful, prestigious, handsome, rich and untouchable to anyone that looked their way. and you? you were just an employee who worked for them. who would have known you meant so much more to them than you could ever imagine?

10) Stray Cat Strut by Bang to the Tan (TyphloticHaruspex)

Summary: When your grandmother passes away, she leaves her countryside house in your name. The longer you stay, the harder and harder it becomes to explain away the odd happenings. What kind of secrets does this sleepy town hold? And why do the local animals act so strangely around you?…

11) BACK HOME by @alexlwrites

Summary: : The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

12)  A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne

Summary: In which you are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. After your estranged mother passes away, you're left with an unwanted will and the heavy burden of responsibility. Although you're desperate not to stray from the familiar path you thought was laid out in front of you with a fully human boyfriend who loves you more than anything, your life is thrown upside down once more after another unfortunate incident (that may or may not have to do with said boyfriend) occurs. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of. Set in the not too distant future where infertility has become mankind's greatest issue. Will contain sexual content.

13)  I’ll Still Stay by @sugamoonv

Summary: Y/N, living in a society where hybrids are seen as commonly as pets and working a well-paying job, finally decides to adopt a hybrid for herself. But what happens when instead of one new companion, she leaves with seven? And what happens when nature decides that these companions are meant to be more than that?

14)  The Gateway to Your Heart by @justimajin

Summary:  ❝You gave me the best of me, so you give you the best of you.❞

15)  Like I Do by interlude__dream

Summary:  It's summer in Seoul. You didn't expect much to happen during your nights working at a coffee shop, but somehow, giving one kid a sandwich wrapped up your fate with seven hungry boys more tightly than you could have ever imagined.

16)  w e a r e a l l m a d h e r e by cath_mg

Summary: In which you're a model student who just managed to catch not just one, not two, but all seven 'transfer students' who just happened to visit your university.At the end of the road, will you stay or will you run? Or...

17)  Follow Me Down by ARMY_BRAT

Summary:  It was supposed to be a simple vacation to a foreign land. You certainly didn’t expect to wake up drugged and caged like an animal in the basement of seven beautiful men.

18)  Sharing is Caring by always_bias_wrecked

Summary:  You decide to let the rest of Bangtan watch you and your boyfriend Jimin have sex one time. Now suddenly everyone seems to want a piece of you, and Jimin doesn't seem to mind sharing.

19)  Ruin Me, I Dare You. by porcelainbones

Summary: Where a regular wannabe author discovers the members of the biggest band in the world are her soulmates. All Seven. (not a reader insert)

20) Abundance by @angelicyoongie

Summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.

21) You Never Walk Alone by @agustdakasuga

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

22)  Accidental Friends by erakun

Summary:  Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. *clears throat* PLATONIC.

23)  Lifeline by @forgottenpasta

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?

24) Restitution  by @cloudteawrites 

Summary: When an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

25) The Lore of the Forest by spield

  You know that their eyes are on you, can feel them boring into you, looking—seeking—for answers, or maybe they are just filled with concern. 

You don’t know and for once, you can’t bring yourself to care either. 

‘I am so tired.’

You think from where your face is still nestled in the comforting warmth of Hoseok’s neck, one of his hands is around your shoulders, rubbing your arm in a comforting gesture while his chin rests on the crown of your head. It feels nice, you decide. Like having a warm blanket wrapped around you, except the blanket has a steady heartbeat, and it moves and gives comfort hugs. 

  Yeah. 

  “You’ll be okay, trust me. We’ll figure things out y/n. You are not alone in this okay? I am here for you, we are all here for you.” Hoseok stresses the “all” and you think back to when Seokjin did the same a few minutes ago. 

  “Us”, “all”—it’s as though they are trying to show their support, all of their support, and yet you can’t help but think of the younger brothers. 

  Jungkook and Taehyung. Two of your seven brothers. 

  Should they really be using words like us and all when two of the seven hate you? Abhor your very presence? Even without looking up you know that the two scrapes of chairs sliding against the floor you had heard a few minutes ago belonged to the two of them. 

  ‘Whatever, I don’t care,’ you reason with yourself, but it’s obvious even to you that it’s a lie. You care. You just wish you didn’t. 

  Breathing in one last time the soothing fragrance of Hoseok’s cologne, you finally raise your head. Eyes still lowered, you move to wipe your tears away but the visible tremble of your hands makes you pause. You feel naked, vulnerable, like all your wounds are out in the open to see, to prod, and you hate it.

  Abruptly dropping your hands and stuffing them in between your clenched thighs, you cough, clearing your throat and putting on your best smile. It feels fake, the stretch of your lips stings and looking at the unconvinced faces of your brothers around you, you know that they can see your chipped facade too. But you still don’t drop the smile, and with a bow of your head, you thank Seokjin for the food and move to stand up. 

  “Um, I feel a little drained. It has been a long day with all the unpacking, and I think I am gonna retire a little early tonight. Thank you so much for welcoming me and...” you trail off at a clear loss of words but Namjoon swoops in and helps you out by reassuring, “It’s all right y/n-ah. I am sure you are tired, please let me walk you to your room, just give me a minute okay?” His eyes are earnest, soft, warm and you blink, surprised but nod nonetheless, “Sure.”

  Internally wincing at how painfully awkward you sound, you move to help them clear the table but Yoongi stops you, placing his hand over yours, he gently takes the plate from your hands with a soft, “I’ve got it,” and moves to the kitchen. You stand there in the middle of the large dining room, wringing your hands, and biting your lip. It’s all so foreign, and you can’t decide if you like it or not. You are so used to cooking dinner every night and eating it alone by yourself because your dad was very rarely home, that this feels different, alien. Twenty-four hours ago, you were still in your modest two-floored home, surrounded by the comforting and familiar warmth of your kitchen eating instant ramen out of a cup because you were too tired to cook, and because all your kitchen utensils were packed, ready to be moved out. 

  Twenty-four hours later though you are standing in the dining room of a mansion that is easily four times the size of your home, and it’s disconcerting. 

  “Alright, I’m done,” Namjoon calls from where he is entering the dining room, a bottle of water in his hands which he passes to you once he is close, “It’s room temperature, I can swap it for cold water if that’s what you prefer?” 

  The gesture is simple, it’s just him passing you a bottle of water in case you feel thirsty during the night, but it’s again so alien, and you’re not used to this. It’s a divergence from what you consider routine—filling your own bottle with fresh tap water every night before going to sleep—and you can’t help how it leaves you feeling off-kilter, unsure as to what you should do next. 

  Your manners thankfully kick in, maybe a second too late, but you accept it with a soft thankyou regardless, not wanting to seem rude and offend Namjoon.

  Much like they had all been doing ever since you had first stepped foot into their home (now your home too), Namjoon politely didn’t call you out on your skittishness and instead with a smile fell into step beside you. 

  Your grip around the bottle tightens as an uncomfortable silence cloaks the two of you and you bite the inside of your cheek, mind racing to think of something to say, something to fill in the awkward void of silence that the two of you are stuck in, but every plausible route of conversation sounds forced to your ears, and you can’t help it when your frustration with yourself rises by the second. 

  Apparently your brain is now incapable of small talk. Fantastic. 

  You don’t even realise you are grumbling out loud until Namjoon calls out your name, “y/n? Everything okay? Did you say something?” 

  Your head swivels to look at him so quickly you almost get a whiplash before you continue the—by now—long standing tradition of being tongue tied in the presence of your new family and say, “Huh?” 

  Ah, Eloquent as always. 

  Despite his best attempt at masking his worry, some of it still seeps through in the furrow of his brows and the way the edges of his lips turn down in a tiny worried frown—the sight of which has pure, thick guilt pooling instantly into the pit of your stomach. 

  Worrying them is the last thing you want to do, it hasn’t even been a day and the burden of being a bother sits heavy on your shoulders. Family for you for the longest time has just been you and your dad, the two of you forming a patchwork of a family, filling multiple roles at the same time. 

  Papa.  

  The man is your dad, mom, sibling, hell your damn best friend; and there isn’t anything you would not do for him and his happiness. As unwilling as you had initially been, (and still are) the simple fact of the matter is that seeing papa in love, seeing him happy, content and for once not worrying about you or going on a crazy death adventure is nice. Safe. 

  More often than not he wasn’t home, and the trips he went on were dangerous and you had always lived in the fear of one day having police knock on your door with the news that your father was dead.

  He is all you have and when he was home, he made up for his lack of presence and you were okay with how things were. Well mostly okay, but you weren’t about to let those thoughts cloud your head again. Papa gave you his all, or as much of him as he could and you weren’t going to be an ungrateful brat. You were lucky to have him as your father and you wouldn’t—shouldn't forget that.  

  ‘For papa,’ you decide. For papa you need to do better, try harder, put more of an effort into accepting your new family. You now have seven brothers whether you like it or not, that’s a fact, so you need to pull on your big girl pants and accept it. 

  It’s with that thought in mind that you put on your best, brightest smile, look Namjoon in the eye, and open your mouth to reassure him, “Me? I am good! Never been better! How are you?”

  …

  God—fucking—dammit. 

  The furrow between Namjoon’s brows deepens, and you remind yourself to go bang your head on the nearest wall as soon as you are alone. 

  Sensing the need to do some damage control you let out an awkward laugh, which, looking at Namjoon’s expression, did not help matters. At all. 

  Coughing, you clear your throat before you stop in front of your bedroom door. Rising on the balls of your feet, you twist the cap of the bottle in your hands to expend some nervous energy, thus keeping your hands occupied and killing the possibility of awkward, flailing limbs. Right you are in college, you know how to speak English, you’ve got this.

  Do. Not. Be. Weird.

  Honesty here we go. 

  “Nam...joon-oppa,” you start, soft, a little hesitant and unsure but determined to push through. “I..this isn’t easy for me. I am not gonna stand here and lie anymore because I want to give this...us...a chance, I just,” you huff finally turning to look Namjoon in the eye, “I don’t know how to?” 

  The furrow between Namjoon’s brows stays but his eyes are swimming with sympathy, understanding and more than anything else clear of any speck of judgement, and above all that  is what encourages you, pushes you to plow on, “It’s not that I don’t want to be a part of this family, or well atleast I am not entirely against the idea of it. I..” your words break off as you pause, biting your lower lip as you try to decide how much you are comfortable sharing with Namjoon. 

  “I just need time. This is too much, too soon. I’ve never had this you know?” you gesture to the surrounding space, a long hallway with multiple doors spaced far apart from each other, the rooms inside lived in by family who less than twenty four hours ago were strangers to you.

  “It’s not that I hate this or any of you, if that’s what you think. The reason I..cried..um is because of how overwhelming all of this is, I am trying but it’s just hard and I am so sorr—”

  “Y/n, you don’t have to explain anything,” Namjoon breaks you off, one of his hands rising to engulf yours from where it’s still gripping the bottle. His grip is loose, barely a touch of skin but coupled with his one sided small dimpled smile and soft eyes, it makes something in your chest tighten. Like a fist clenched too tight around it, and you can’t say anything for a moment, confused by your feelings, yet comforted by the warmth around your hands.

  Blinking, you finally snap out of whatever trace you had gotten lost in. “No, but I do. I...you all have been nothing but nice and welcoming to me, yet all I have done is cry and make it seem like—”

  “No,” Namjoon interrupts you again, halting you from wording your faults like he had before. Hours later, when you think back to this moment you’ll realise he never once let you take the blame for anything but in this moment, confused and tired, the realisation slips past you. 

  “y/n, I understand. I may not know exactly how you feel right now, but I do have a vague idea and I understand that it can’t be easy. As nice as it would be to just fall into a routine and be one big happy family, the reality of the matter is that it just doesn’t work like that. And I get it. So do the others. Take as much time as you need to get comfortable, nobody here expects anything from you. We’ll take whatever you give us and be glad for it. Trust, company, love, whatever that may be,” Namjoon speaks with confidence, like he truly believes his words and somehow that’s enough to make you smile. It’s not a big grin, it’s barely an upturn of your lips, the edges curling in a way that they just barely no longer resemble a straight line or a downturn frown, but one look at it has Namjoon grinning. 

  His lips curling into a glossy, dimpled grin, dark brown eyes turning into two happy crescent moons, high cheekbones glistening under a thin sheen of sweat and oil, and the sight of him has something warm gripping your already tight heart. 

  Head lowering to allow your hair to curtain your face, you let slip a tiny grin of your own, biting your lip to stop it from spreading too wide. Hesitating for only a second, you move before you can wuss your way out, hands slipping around Namjoon’s waist, your cheek lands on his shoulder, before your eyes fall shut and you hug. 

  If Namjoon is surprised, he hides it well because his hands loop around your back just as quickly. Strong arms curling and encompassing you in an unfamiliar but protective embrace, and you smile, lips curling against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. 

  “Thank you, I am bad with words but I hope you know that I appreciate you saying that. Like a lot.” 

  Namjoon huffs out a laugh, the strands at the nape of your neck tickling in response to the puff of breath, “I get it y/n-ah, believe it or not most of us do.”   

  You hum, the words going unregistered in your brain as you greedily soak up the warmth and affection Namjoon so easily provides. Maybe you are being too forward, too affectionate too fast, maybe you don’t have the right to take his affection when you can’t give them all yours, but cocooned under his warm, tender love you can’t bring yourself to care. Not right now. Not when you finally have someone to hug, to be comforted by, to be protected by—to be loved by. 

  Your bond with them is new and fragile, but it has potential. It has the potential to someday bloom and grow, the potential to tie you all together as a family and your lonely, aching soul desires it, craves it so bad that it hurts. 

  Feelings a jumbled mess, most of you is still hesitant to fully let them in, to allow yourself to feel too familiar because you know that the only reason they are being nice to you is because they have to be. The marriage of their mother to your father put them under that obligation and you get that, you do. You aren’t harboring any delusional beliefs about them loving you like they love each other, or like they would their sister; the not step kind. 

  You get it. 

  The reality is a bitter pillow to swallow, but it’s the truth and it’s with that sombre realisation that you tighten your arms around Namjoon one last time, before you detach yourself and step away. Maybe you won’t have all of their love, and maybe you’ll never be as close to them as they are to each other, but maybe you don’t have to be. It’ll be fine, you’ll carve out a little niche for yourself, and that will be enough. 

  It will have to be. 

  “Is your room okay? Jin picked the bookshelf, bed and well most of it out, but we can go shopping tomorrow if you would rather have something different,” Namjoon offers, hands inside his pockets as he slouches, tall frame curling inwards so that he can still look you in the eye. 

  You smile, the small action and effort on his part warming your heart, “It’s perfect, I am in love with it. The curtains, not gonna lie, I hope to dear lord, they never fall on me because I am pretty sure they can suffocate me to my grave,” you snort, joking. 

  Chuckling Namjoon rubs the end of his nose seemingly a little embarrassed, “Yeah, Jin hates the sun hitting his face first thing in the morning, so the entire house has them.” 

  “Ah, and someone still chose glass for walls?” you ask amused. 

  “Taehyung can be...adamant at times,” he trails off. 

  Humming you nod in reply, reluctant to talk about the youngest brothers. Feeling a yawn coming, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes squinting as drowsiness sweeps through your body. 

  “Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Namjoon says, stepping back.

“Sorry about that, I'm usually not this big of a royal mess,” you say, figure growing slack against the hardwood of your bedroom door. 

  Exaggeratedly biting back a grin, Namjoon nods with an over the top agreeing face, “Of course, absolutely. Uh-huh.”

  Snorting you turn on your heels, “Good night oppa!”

  A chuckle and a ‘G’night y/n-ah,’ greets your ears, before the slam of your bedroom door rings in the quiet of the room and silence cloaks you again. 

  Sighing you slip out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, turning on the screen and groan when you see how late it is. Sunmi, unless out partying, would usually go to bed early. She'd more often than not cite the some old reason, something along the lines of dark circles and dull skin, which you don’t have to worry about since your skin isn’t nearly as nice anyway. 

  Too much effort too. 

  Biting your lip, you stand there debating whether to take a shower or not. Usually you prefer taking one before going to bed, but today has been a grinder of a day and you think you deserve a free pass. 

  Cracking your neck, you finally conclude a shower to be too much work, and with one long, stretched out yawn, fall onto your bed face first. 

  God this smells divine. 

  Internally making a note to find out what detergent they use, you snuggle into the warmth of your comforter and finally let the tug of sleep pull you under. 

  When you wake up, it’s to a scratchy, parched throat and a mild throbbing ache behind your eyes. Wincing, you push your face deeper into the comforter, cursing your past self to the deepest, darkest pits of hell for forgetting to close the curtains before falling asleep. 

  The harsh glare of the morning sun feels scorching hot against the back of your neck, and you twist your head to scowl at the window only to regret that decision very, very quickly. 

  Right, big windows. Fuck me.

  Retinas burned, you stumble out of the bed and somehow manage to make your way to the bathroom half blind. Any other day you’d take your time to admire the lavish and gorgeous bathroom (now yours), but the ache behind your eyes is steadily growing and the urge to dip it under a stream of steady, lukewarm water is too strong to be pushed aside. 

  Stripping yourself off the day old clothes, you sigh in bliss when the water hits your aching, sore muscles. Cool enough to feel refreshing, but warm enough to not make you shiver, your body goes lax, muscles loosening as you watch the water glide down your body and into the drain. 

  Picking a random body wash from the assortment of products lining the wall, you open the top and take a whiff off it, barely holding in the moan of pure bliss when the fruity, sweet fragrance of green apple and honey wafts upto your nose. 

  God bless whoever chose this.

  You take your time scrubbing; soaping up the luffa with soft, lazy strokes and letting it caress your skin softly. With your college being off, you have all the time in the world at your leisure, or well as much of it as you could, with the looming cloud of interacting and spending time with your new family rumbling over your head. 

  Today’s goal: Don’t trip. That’s it.  

  You stay submerged in the tub until the ends of your fingers grow wrinkled and your body feels loose. Getting dressed, however, is comparatively a much quicker affair. A simple olive green full sleeved tee paired with slim fit black jeans, you choose to let your hair dry naturally and just let them be. The collar of your tee grows a little wet with every passing second but you still can’t be bothered to dry your hair.

  The bedroom door softly clicks close behind you and you bite your lip, torn between going off to explore on your own and going down to meet whoever was up and about. 

  Rising on the balls of your feet, you twist your neck to look around the long hallway around you. Stretched far wide and long, the last door seems a little too far away, the space a little too huge for a home. It reminds you more of a hotel hallway, clean and silent, people locked behind their bedroom doors, uncaring of what’s happening outside. You know that’s not the case here, or at least you hope it isn’t. 

  Your slippers almost feel a little too cheap to be touching the polished, expensive, white flooring and you huff, the constant barrage of insecurities, by now, a continuous annoying hum in the back of your mind. 

  Even with seven other men living under the same big roof, you see neither hide nor hair of any of them as the morning sunlight streams inside and creates a gentle, luminescent glow all across the floor. The green of the leaves seems brighter, somehow crisper and it’s only when you lean closer to take a look that you realise the soil is wet with tiny drops of water splattered across the leaves. 

  Huh, someone watered them not too long ago. 

  You don’t find anyone on the floor below so you can’t help but wonder who it was. Whichever one of your seven brothers was responsible for the insane amount of indoor plants, clearly took his responsibility seriously. Not a single leaf was yellow or anything less than a gleaming, fresh green. It’s the meticulous nature of the job done that makes you question whether instead of one of your seven step brothers, if maybe it was a gardener's job. 

  Nodding in approval of your theory, you chalk it up to being the work of a gardener and move to brew yourself some coffee. One glance at your phone and suddenly it makes sense why you hadn’t bumped into anyone yet. Rudely awoken by harsh sunlight streaming in from a too large window, what you hadn’t realised before was how early it still is. Barely 7 am on a weekend of all days, it’s no surprise you are the only one walking around. 

  You pick up your mug after pouring in a generous amount of sugar, and make your way to the garden outside. You hadn’t gotten a chance to explore yesterday, but you decide to do it today. If you’re going to live in a mansion, then you’re going to do it without a map on your phone dammit. You are a smart bitch.

  Most of the time at least. 

  Pushing open the sliding door, you take your slippers off, humming when you feel the cool wood under your feet. The early morning sun rises from behind you, and the soft rays bath the vast open space ahead of you in a pretty, shimmery gold.  

  Neatly trimmed grass stretches far ahead of you, rows upon rows of bright, gorgeous flowers blooming on either side of the stretch of paved pathway and spread ahead in neat, planned lanes. From a glance you identify roses, jasmines, camellias and a bunch of other flowering plants, spread amongst many other exotic looking ones. You definitely haven't seen most of them before. 

Even you, as reluctant as you were and in some ways still are to call this place your home, can agree that the house is absolutely gorgeous. Built with rolling hills and mountains forming the backdrop, the location could not have been more scenic. The place truly does look like heaven on Earth, and your breath catches somewhere low in your chest when a breeze brings the sweet fragrance of jasmine to you. 

  This is perfect. 

  “What are you doing here?”

  Or it was.

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idek reuploading this and loosing all those notes, comments, reblogs. god idk what to say i m just so heartbroken rn. 

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