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So I fell into the "why follow phayte? who the hell is this?" then I see where you have readers flock to you, fan art made for you fics, and well, I couldn't help it. I started to follow you and found that I was seeking out your blog to see "What the hell is Phayte saying now?" I have even started sending you ask just to see how you would respond to them, and I have to say, I LOVE YOUR BLOG and I love your stories! I see what the hype is about you! Keep doing you Phayte!!!!

*blushes a lot*

Wow! Thank you honey….

Yeah, I’m deff a fungus you can’t get rid of!


  • Bitty: You're smiling, did something good happen?
  • Dex: Can't I just smile because I feel like it?
  • Chowder: Nursey tripped and fell in the parking lot.
Transference (M) – Chapter 06

cr. [X]

Summary: After experiencing one of the worst days of your life, you face difficult truths about yourself while under Hoseok’s facilitation.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 13,167

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: This chapter is going to hurt.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Dean Thinks You’re Hot

Title: Dean Thinks You’re Hot

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,122

Anon Request: you think you could write one where the reader feels insecure about her stretch marks/size and Jensen is her best friend and tries to help her feel better?

Warnings: Negative Thoughts, Low Self-Esteem, Fluff, Implied Smut

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated, friends! xoxox


Your name: submit What is this?

    Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.

    You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.

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Summary: Nat and Wanda trick you into going to a Halloween party at the Stark Tower.

Warnings: smut- oral (receiving), penetration; fluff

A/N: Wrote this to get out of my writer’s block. I hope you like it!

“Fuck!” Nat yanked the strings tighter and you gasped for air. “I know I wanted to wear a corset for Halloween but-”

“Authentication is the key.” She helped you straighten. “And look at how great your breasts look.” 

“They do look pretty great.” You admired yourself in the mirror, running your hands down your torso and enjoying the feeling of the leather under your fingertips. “So…are you finally going to tell me who’s going to be at this party?”

“Nope, it’s a secret.” Nat chuckled as she adjusted her hair and makeup. “Don’t worry, you’re going to have fun.”

“You’re in for some serious hell if you’re lying to me.” You pointed at her and slipped into your leggings. “Why do I have to be a sexy cat? Why can’t I be like Victorian royalty?” 

“Because last time you were drunk you let it slip that you’ve always wanted to dress up as one.” Wanda slipped into the room grinning. “I told Nat and she helped me get the costume, now let’s go.” 

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now for Everybody Loved Raymond

“Ray!! Ray!! could you come down here?”

“What do you want Debra? all my teeth are gone and there’s pools of blood in my stomach. I’m so cold Debra….”

[The doorbell rings…]

[Robert, Raymond’s brother opens the door but not with his hands….]

[Robert communicates with brother Raymond telepathically]

“Raymond it’s me your brother Robert. Ma wants to know if you can come to dinner tonight”

“Robert I can’t! my hands just fell off!!!”

[Laugh track followed by outro music]

Next Time on Everybody Loved Raymond!

“Debra! my tongue fell off in the cottage cheese!”

— playing with fire | (m)

pairing jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook
genre/warnings smut, explicit sexual descriptions, exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting
words 8,460

 :: summary jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…

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I think I broke Deacon. Uh. Bye…? (Tbh this is exactly how I feel about University Point as well.)


Deacon PLEASE. xD (He went on like this after the restart for a while but THANKFULLY has stopped now. xD )

Request: Penny being creepy af but he just wanna cuddle

Words: Combination of headcanons/imagine (1K +)

Warning: None

  1. Pennywise stands closer to you when he wants to cuddle and you’re busy
  2. He buries his face in your neck and stands there without any context
  3. He won’t for the life of him actually tell her he wants to cuddle
  4. He’s like a fucking cat, just getting annoying until you give in
  5. He starts drooling even more and you start to get freaked out that he’s hungry
  6. He sniffs you, breathing heavily and loudly
  7. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, he sometimes will pull you to the floor and drag you to where the two of you rest until he just hoists you on top of him (he loves it when you lay on him)
  8. Pennywise doesn’t stop himself from staring at you, which worsens when he wants any kind of attention
  9. He’ll fucking start kissing you until you have to push him off, just kissing you really lazily and messily, drool falling from your chins and him murmuring incoherent words
  10. You’ll hear random giggles and cackles coming from his lair. 
  11. Pennywise is extra. He’ll do the whole show to get your attention–Starting off with dancing (don’t forget the explosions) and then just pounce on you and pull you into a cuddling sessions. You have no idea what just happened, other than you just saw your boyfriend dancing to Cotton Eyed Joe. 
  12. Pennywise doesn’t know how to emoticon, so all of his messages are in his body language. You have to pull your eyes away from his face because you start fearing that there’s something else he wants altogether. 
  13. After the two of you have been cuddling for a while, he’ll murmur that you smell nice or that he’s thinking of eating you. That boy doesn’t know etiquette at all and thinks he’s complimenting you.
  14. He’ll ask you to touch his hair. Suspiciously, you’ll run your fingers through the poofy mess while he purrs, totally expecting to get a handful of maggots or something disgusting as one of his tricks.
  15. Pennywise rolls his eyes back and to the sides from pleasure, which you can never get used to so when he lets them roll before closing them, you always cringe. 

You cleared your throat and furrowed your eyebrows, leaning against the wall with the blankets and blown up mattress you were sitting on comfortable to a point until you had to adjust yourself. Your legs crossed, you flipped the page to your book. Reading along the fine print text without any other attentive distractions. The lair was silent for the most part of the day, however, you heard a small giggle echo through the lair, and looked up slightly. Not wishing to see your boyfriend tearing through some lunch. 

“Penny?” You spoke up, sighing when you didn’t get an answer. Whatever he was doing, you didn’t necessarily want to know. So you went back to your book, turning the page after a few breaths. Another giggle, closer now, made you snap your book closed. “Pennywise.”  Shouting ahead, you continued. “Don’t you dare think about-” A giggle fell onto your shoulder, followed by the feeling of hair brushing against your face. Looking up, you then saw Pennywise-His limbs like a spider, his torso facing upward and twisted to look at you. You sucked in a breath, holding it before you screamed what the fuck. He giggled again, skittering down the hall and then twisting his body back into its normal form, blowing the orange hair from his eyes and then crawling over you. Knocking the books from your hands, you groaned. “Penny I don’t-I can’t-do this right now.” 

Meeting your eyes, he nodded his head towards you and you raised your eyebrows in suspicion. Pennywise nodded again, his gloved hand coming to yours and pulling up while he cracked a toothy smile, waiting for your hand to hesitantly lift itself. Running your fingers through his floofy hair, you were surprised that you felt the soft texture instead of the image falling away to reveal some horror. Which, always made him laugh. Instead, you heard a loud purring sound coming from Pennywise’s throat while he moved slowly around you, curling himself and winding his limbs so that he buried his nose into your neck, his lips suckling only slightly and to the point where you involuntarily tightened your grip in his hair. 

With a breath, you then closed your eyes, pushing his hair away from your mouth before Pennywise gave a small nibble, right over your pulse. You couldn’t help but yelp slightly, feeling a smile form on his lips, which were still firmly pressed against your skin. He stayed like that, sitting on you with no regard for his weight, until he exhaled, wrapping his arms under yours and hauling you against him. You went limp, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted, knowing that resisting him would only make him angry. Something you didn’t have the energy to deal with at the moment. 

Pennywise pulled you on top of him, and you rested your head against his chest, a small smile on your mouth with your eyes closed and his arms still wound tightly around you. You kissed his jaw, burying your fingers back into his hair, the vibrations of his purrs soothing you as you kept your eyes closed, putting your head back on his chest. Knowing that before he would close his eyes you’d have to watch his eyes roll-fall-to the sides, which just the thought managed to make you shiver. There were no words spoken in the time it took him to get the message across that he only wanted to cuddle, something common from Pennywise, his body language showing his mood and desires, and his eyes deceiving you into fear. 

Okay, I just saw this, and it’s heartbreaking and all, yes, but my mind just went to Michael and Lucifer.

Lucifer was God’s favorite. Doesn’t matter how loyal Michael was, Lucifer was his favorite.

Don’t think about how Michael felt. Don’t. Don’t think about it.

And, don’t think about what happened after the Fall. Michael followed the rules. Why? Cause he wanted to be a good son.

Don’t think about how he felt at first, after casting Lucifer out.

Lemme tell you something. Dean, followed John after Sam left.

Mike, followed God’s rules after Lucifer fell.

Dean kept following the rules, even when he was alone.

Mike kept following the rules when he was alone, too.

Given some time alone with Lucifer, Michael WOULD rebel to protect his brother.

No one can tell me otherwise.

The Morning After (Requested)

~Kim Namjoon~

Namjoon awoke to the sun beaming down into his eyes. With a groan, he jerked the blanket over his eyes and heard your sweet laugh. You peeled the sheet away from his hold and grinned down.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” You teased. Namjoon playfully growled and lashed out to grab your arm, dragging you under the blankets with him.

“Hm. That’s better.”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

~Kim Seokjin~

You would be the last one to wake up. The smell of breakfast would cause you to stir. You ran a hand through your messy hair as Jin’s pushed open the door with a tray of food in his hands. You wondered how you got so lucky.

“Oh good. You are awake. I was afraid I’d have to eat all this food by myself.” You rolled your eyes and plucked a piece of toast off of the tray.

“Not a chance.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

~Min Yoongi~

You were both keen on sleeping in. So when the clock struck 11, Yoongi decided it was time to get motivated. He peeled open his eyes to see you laying on his arms. Your hair a mess and lips parted in a light snore. Yoongi stroked your cheek, watching your cute nose twitch.

“Stopppp….five more minutes.” You mumbled and scooted closer to Yoongi’s warmth. He chuckled and pulled the strand of hair away from your mouth.

“C'mon baby. Even I know it’s time to get up.” When your only response was to hold out your arms, Yoongi knew what you wanted. With a chuckle he stood and scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the living room.

Originally posted by jeonbase

~Jung Hoseok~

Hobi busted out laughing as you tried to waddle your way into the bathroom. By the limp in your right leg, Hobi knew he had done well. You looked over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Little boys who laugh at me don’t get to share a shower.” Hoseok immediately went quiet and nearly fell as he followed you into the bathroom. The hot water felt amazing on your skin but so did the feeling of Hobi rubbing his lips over the love bites he left.

“Round 2?”

Originally posted by jaayhope

~Park Jimin~

Jimin rubbed out the soreness in your hips, at least tried to anyway. He really didn’t know what he was doing but the way your brow crinkled in pleasure, he knew he was doing something right.

“I’m sorry Princess. I didn’t hurt you too bad, right?” Your lips curled in a grin and Jimin blushed. You wiggled out from underneath him and traced a finger over the angry scratch marks down his chest.

“No, but I think I hurt you the worst.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

~Kim Taehyung~

Tae awoke to the sound of the Morning news. He felt no need to put on any clothing as he walked in naked through his apartment. You were circled up on the couch in his t-shirt, sipping some green tea.

“Y/n why are you up so early?” You turned to answer but got an eyeful of a very excited Taehyung. You scoffed and sat down your tea, holding out your arms.

“I’m a morning person, but it seems you are as well.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

~Jeon Jungkook~

Jungkooks soft snoring in your ear was what woke you from your slumber. His long limbs were basically tossed haphazardly over every part of your body. You lightly pushed his chest but to no avail.

Your hands laid on his waist but the only thing that resulted in was a light moan that had you blushing to your ears. It was no use obviously. So when you gave in and laid your head on Jungkook’s chest, he had won.

Too bad you didn’t see him smiling down at you the entire time.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Being with Sirius after having a nightmare would include

You’d be acquaintances at the most

You’re friends with Lily so you see him occationally with her shadow James

You’ve been having nightmares constantly for weeks

You wake up one night uncontrollably bawling

Embarrassed, you leave the dorm not to wake the others

Your cries settle to sniffles

Dragging a blanket with you across the Gryffindor common room to the sofa

You cucoon yourself in the blanket and curl up against the red velvet

The glow of the fire mixed with the reds and golds of the room settles you

“ Couldn’t sleep? ”

“ Jesus Christ ”

“ No just Sirius ”

He was sat in almost the exact same position just on the single sofa

It was odd seeing the playboy with a blanket draped over him exposing only his face

He looked like an egg

You smiled lightly at him

“ Bad dream? ”

You hummed in agreement as you were reminded of the horrors

“ Me too ”

He seemed sad

He had now let the blanket drape around his shoulders

You realised he was shirtless

“ What were yours about? ”

“ If I told you you’d be horrified ”

“ Try me Black ”

He went into detail about how he dreamt his mother used the imperius cruse to make him kill James

You told him about your repeat dream of Voldemort forcing you to watch as he killed eveyone you loved

“ We’re so fucked ” he laughed

You didn’t respond

You’d been sat for over an hour now but had slid down from the sofas to be sat next to each other on the floor

You talked about your plans after Hogwarts

You suggested you’d probably both be dead before the end of seventh year

“ Every time I close my eyes I see him pulling up my hair to make me look at him ”

“ Can I be honest? ”

You responded with a strange mix of humming and saying yes

“ I’m terrified ”

Sirius Black terrified? You stared at him

“ I’m terrified of what my family is planning with me. I haven’t been the best rep of a pure blood family as of resent ”

Without thinking you brushed your hand against his

Originally posted by loveviral

He retracted it slightly before he settled

You hands sat on top of each others

Not holding hands but not alone

You watched the fire slowly burn out

You could feel his stare

You’d barely ever spoken to him and now you were practically holding hands in front of a fire talking about your feelings

“ This sounds forward but it helps if you sleep with someone else ”

He gave you a suggested look causing you to slap his wrist

“ You know what I mean ”

If the fire wasn’t there you would have noticed his blush but the shadows of him bowing his head and the fire blurred his redness

“ I-er-yeah okay ”

Before your mind could react your body had pulled you both up

You held his pinky in yours as you lead him upstairs

Originally posted by couplenotes

It was 100% akward from here

You slid into bed and pulled him in with you causing him to fall ontop of you

Shirtless Sirius blushing

You both lay next to each other

“ Erm do you want to cuddle? ”

Merlims beard you knew how to make it akward

But he laughed slightly easing the tension

“ Yeah I’ll-em put my arm around you like-er-this ”

You were silent for a moment

“ Is this okay? ”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You didn’t speak just nodded, too afraid you’d squeal strangely

You assumed he was asleep at his lack of movement

You moved your hand to lock with his

He squeezed your hand

“ Thank you Y/N ”

Your heart freaking melted at his genuine graditude

His breathing settled as he fell into a slumber

You followed swiftly

It was the best night sleep you’d had since the summer

We Are Young: Chapter 11

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Silence. All Aelin could hear was silence.

Well, besides the wind blowing past the car and the other cars on the road. But other then the sounds from the outside world, all she could hear was silence.

Neither she or Aedion spoke as they drove down the road. Aedion simply kept his eyes forward, never glancing over at her once. Even the radio was off, and neither one of them moved to turn it on.

It had been just over a week since Sectionals. Since Aelin skated her two worst skates in years. Also since Aedion had to watch a pregnant Lysandra skate. It had been weeks at that point since Lysandra told him she was pregnant. Since he found out he was going to be a father at eighteen.

So you could see why neither cousin was really in the mood to have a conversation.

Aelin sighed, turning to look out the window.

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Group: BTS


1k celebration: “I haven’t slept in ages.” // “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Summary: When you fall in love with your best friend, flowers begin to bloom.

Genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, hanahaki au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: i love my wacky aus and who would i be if i didn’t do one for the hanahaki au.

(( Hanahaki disease - an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.))

The feeling had been there for a few weeks, that Min Yoongi was more than just a best friend to you. But as you sat with your head on his chest, heart racing slightly as your hands brushed as you reached for the popcorn, it was hard to deny the tingles running down your arm from simply making contact with him. It was movie night in the dorm, and you had all assumed your usual positions, but after a friend had pointed out how close you were to Yoongi, the feelings had truly begun to bloom.

Yoongi shifted slightly, with a content groan as your head fell into his lap, whilst kicking out your legs to rest them on Jeongguk’s lap. But your attention was no longer drawn to the television, the loud action movie’s loud screams seemed to fade away as your gaze focused on Yoongi’s face.

As he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, you felt a sneeze tickle the back of your throat, but you thought you might be sick so quickly you jumped off the sofa before running to the bathroom. The boy’s begun calling after you asking if you were okay as you slid past the entrance in your socks, your fingers digging into the doorframe before finally pulling your body in, you definitely weren’t okay.

Then a fierce sneeze ripped through your body, your eyes slowly cracked open and you stared in horror at the small pink petal resting in your hand; you had just coughed up a flower petal, scrunching it in your hand before letting it fall into the toilet and flushing it away quickly, hoping your feelings would disappear that easily.

But something was happening to you, and you knew what it was because you had seen it happen to Taehyung, whose unrequited love had left him close to death when he had insisted on hiding his symptoms. As you heaved a sigh, a cough caught in your throat as you knelt in front of the toilet, watching more flower petals drift from your mouth, before one caught in the back of your throat.

Then you were retching, watching in shock as droplets of blood fell into the water followed by larger yellow petals, daffodil petals.

“I need to use the toilet,” Yoongi’s voice was muffled through the door, but the action of turning your head to tell him not to came had you coughing again, and Yoongi upon not receiving an answer, hesitantly began to creak open the door that no longer had a lock after a previous incident with drunk Namjoon, “I’m coming in.”

It didn’t take long for you to realise you wouldn’t be able to hide your condition from him, but one thing was for sure; you weren’t going to tell him you had fallen in love with him. As you continued to wretch into the toilet, flinching as Yoongi’s hand landed on your back; his hand moving up to pull strands of your hair away from your face without saying a word, whilst you desperately tried to stop the petals from falling from your lips.

The bathroom was silent apart from your coughs, and heavy breathing as you were busy wondering what was going to happen and how you were going to fix this problem without losing your friendship with Yoongi forever. You could tell having him around wasn’t helping but these flowers had rooted in your heart and you sunk into his touch, but you and Yoongi knew you needed help as soon as possible.

Jars of dried petals of all colours littered the shelves of your room, you had found a sense of peace washing up the blood and bile covered petals that fell from your lips, and storing them as a painful reminder of the disease you were working to cure.

For the first week, it had been awful, as even to this date, all that left your mouth was petals that would die within an hour.  Taehyung was the one who had reassured you that you were in the early stages and that you could live like this for years but it was Yoongi who had recommended placing those petals in jars, and he continued to call them beautiful which would always lead to another bout of coughs.

The boys knew it was one of them, but you still refused to tell them who it was, even when Taehyung had burst into tears, begging and pleading you to at least tell him so he could help and understand. But you were adamant not to tell them, and although the boys doted on you hand and foot to try not to worsen your situation, and it worked.

As you sat at the kitchen counter chatting to Jeongguk about a new game he was playing, you caught a whiff of Yoongi’s cologne and you felt the tickle at the back of your throat, your shoulders hunched as you doubled over clutching at your stomach, worried because this pain didn’t come when you were coughing up petals.

The inside of your throat felt raw, and your vision began to blur as you heard Jeongguk’s chair scrape back as he screamed for someone to help. You were now slumped on the table trying to relieve some of the pain as your hands clawed at your throat, your teeth closing on petals as you felt someone’s hand over your face to the side.

Your vision was blurring and as someone grabbed the rose that was currently in your mouth, you wondered for a second if they were going to shove it back down, but instead, they began to pull it out. The pain of the thorns that had scratched your throat and the taste of copper made you feel like you were going to vomit, and as you stayed slumped on the table, your eyes began to water in embarrassment at how weak you were.

After coughing up your first full flower, you distanced yourself from the boys. Your phone notifications had been blown up for the past few days, Jeongguk and Taehyung even turned up at your door a few times, but it was only Yoongi you let in. Yoongi had a way of caring for you that made you feel like he didn’t really care, small things like leaving pain killers on your table or a new vase for the full flowers you had begun to cough up.

But the state you were currently in wouldn’t last for long, you could barely eat a meal and you only drunk iced water, tilting back your head to allow the water to soothe your injured throat. But it wasn’t just your throat being affected, Yoongi could tell that when he tried to tuck you into bed, when you looked up at him, big eyes swimming with tears before you looked away muttering, “I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I can tell,” he replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he climbed into bed next to you. His arm slung over your frail form as he soothed your coughing form and with a sudden realisation that he had been trying to deny for the past month when you had coughed up your first petal, you were in love with him.

Sometimes it’s not a question of catching feelings, but realising they’ve been there all along. Maybe it was seeing you in the hospital surrounded by white walls and the fact you no longer smelt like vanilla and roses, just medicine. Or the x-ray that hung on the opposite side of your wall, showing the flowers that had grown in your lungs, meaning that when Yoongi hugged you now, your heartbeat was fast and your breathing was shallow. But now Yoongi and the boys could no longer touch you, they were kept away looking at you only through the glass and listened to the doctors begging you daily to have the surgery.

Yoongi wondered if it was seeing your defiance, even when they promised you had a week left to live before storming out that did it, that made the feelings bloom from the seeds that had been planted from the first time he had heard your laugh.

But your health didn’t improve, in fact, it continued to deteriorate and as you became too weak to even cough up the flowers, the boys would watch in tears as you simply tilted your neck up and let the next flower sprout out of your mouth, before pulling the blood covered bloom out and placing it into the vase next to you.

It was a heart-shattering sight, and when the doctors finally allowed everyone a final goodbye; Yoongi was the first in. As he fell to his knees at the side of your bed, grasping your thin hand between his and placing his forehead against it as his warm tears fell on your skin, “Yoongi, I can’t breathe.”

The sound of the machine flat lining sent the boys into a frenzy, but Yoongi stayed frozen to the spot, before he leant forward and placing a kiss on your lips whispered, “I’m in love with you.” But the nurses were already tugging the group out of the room, however Yoongi was unable to resist as he began to cough, the boys looked at him in shock as a single white rose petal floated from his lips and to the floor.

Yoongi refused for this to be the end, leaping to his feet he shoved the door open if it was only to see you one more time and burn your face into his memory. But there you were, sitting up and looking around in confusion and as the sun began to shine through your window illuminating your face, Yoongi felt his heart stutter as he barged past doctors to wrap his arms around you, before you asked “Who are you?”

Yoongi fell limp in your arms, and you barely managed to keep a straight face before you burst into laughter, your hands cupping his face before you brought it to your lips, planting a kiss on his soft lips, “You dork, I’d rather die than forget you.”

Yoongi wiped away his tears as he let his head fall onto your shoulder with a sigh, he could still feel love blooming in his chest at just the sound of your voice and he wondered how he would ever make up for the pain you had felt because of him.

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