#poly drabble

[minniepetals]

im the one who sent 5 soo: "No ending… you’re my heartbeat No matter what, rain falls No matter what, darkness erases I’ll definitely save you You are not alone" ot7 plsss

Don’t Leave Me - immortals!bts

“The world is ending.” You stared at the scenery in front of you as if you were in a movie. You stood on the high grounds of a mountain, watching as everything else around you was beginning to dissolve away, turning into little specks of dust flying into the air before completely dissipating.

“Why aren’t I going with it?” You asked, turning your back on the world slowly disappearing behind you to search for answers at the seven gods that stood before you. “First it was the humans, everyone left this world while I remained. But now everything else is ending. Why..” you looked back at the scene once more before returning your gaze on them, “why...?”

“You have no ending, my love,” Seokjin said as he took a step forward to take one of your hands into his. “The world is ending, but you were never a part of it.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?” You asked. “But..I don’t understand.”

“You’re our heartbeat, dear one,” Yoongi said, taking your other hand into his and giving it a light squeeze.

“No matter what rain falls,” Taehyung stepped up.

“No matter what darkness erases,” Jimin followed.

“We’ll definitely save you.”

“Save me?” You tilted your head, eyeing Jungkook with confusion.

“You’re not alone,” Hoseok promised as a butterfly landed on the tip of his forefinger before it was quick to turn into dust. “You are never alone as long as we’re here.”

Once again, you turned around at the disappearing world, a mystery you had yet to figure out.

“Does that mean...” you trailed off, watching the little droplets of water from the river flying up as if gravity had shifted, “Am I an immortal?”

“Not yet.”

You turned back towards them abruptly, blinking at Namjoon. “Not yet?”

“It is your choice, darling,” he said. “Do you wish to come with us? To our world? Become an immortal like us?”

Suddenly it all began to make sense.

They knew what they were doing, knew what the future had hold. Which was why you were the only human left standing there as the world was ending. They saved you.

“I...”

“All you have to say are three simple words.”

“Three...”

“I am yours.”

The world was ending while you stood there with the seven of them surrounding you. Everything had grown white, a blank space. The stars have gone, every human except you, the buildings, trees, rivers, even the mountain you had once stood upon.

And all you had to say were three simple words for you to not disappear along with the world. They had watched over you since you were born a human, made sure no one had hurt you, watched as you grew old into the women you became.

The world was ending but it was up to you on choosing whether you’d want to be a part of that...or be with them.

You looked up, making your final decision.

“I am yours.”

And the world fell away.

[minniepetals]

DDaeng... I didn't expect to get that at all, it's hard to find fluffy lines from a diss track (￣▽￣*)ゞ I do like the line "How 'bout you? I like you! This success is thanks to you" I took the 'uh!' parts because I didn't think there was an easy way to slip them into dialouge, if it's okay. If it isn't too much to ask for, OT7 x reader? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Ddaeng - college!bts

“You’re probably all busy tomorrow with rehearsal, right? Since you won the competition tonight so you’ll have to practice for the championship.”

“Wait, Y/N-”

“Also, I can already hear your new fangirls downstairs so I’ll take my leave and-”

“How ‘bout you?”

Turning back around with your books still in hand, you looked at Namjoon in confusion. “Huh?”

Under where the moon illuminated their faces as the eight of you stood on top of the rooftop of your university, you could see a little bit of..blush? On their faces?

But that couldn’t be right. Why would they be blushing?

“I like you.”

At the sudden confession from the maknae, it was your turn to blush. “Huh?” You asked again, still confused, still in shock.

“This success is thanks to you, Y/N.” Hoseok took a few steps to stand right in front of you where he took one of your hands and other hand that was occupied with holding your books, your grip tightened at the sudden closeness.

“You can’t leave now, we have to celebrate,” Seokjin said as he stepped up from behind you and the next thing you knew, they all surrounded you at all sides.

“B-but-”

“You made our dreams come true, Y/N.”

“I don’t get it,” you shook your head, taking your hand out of Hoseok as you took a step back, only to bump into the eldest of the group. “Y-your success isn’t because of me. You won because of your passion and love for mus-”

“You’re our motivation.”

You blinked, still taken back by all their words. “Why...I don’t..understand.”

“We vowed to each other that if we won the contest tonight, we’d confess to you.”

You looked around for a moment, taking in each of their eyes to see whether any of them were lying because you knew for sure that your best friends loved messing around with you.

Yet that night was the first time you had ever seen their expressions in such a sincere light.

“Y/N.” Taehyung took your chin between his fingers to lift your head up so that you’d meet his gaze. “We like you, it shouldn’t be hard to believe.”

And then, as if to seal his promise, the man leaned in to place a sweet kiss upon your lips.

~~

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[minniepetals]

i need a part 3 to broken 🥺🥺

/ Part 1 / Part 2

The last time they saw you, your eyes lost all hope, tears awaiting to fall yet holding on because you didn’t want to look weak in front of them. There it was, back to that defense mode, the girl who always let her guard up, keeping her walls firm and not allowing anyone in because her past taught her that showing tears and breaking down was a sign of weakness, something no one liked and accepted.

You were a girl treated as a son, beaten and hurt, someone who was taught to be strong from day one.

So when Namjoon helped you out of your shell and you began to open up a little more towards the rest of them, walls gradually breaking down, you knew that it was them who saved your life.

Yet they also became the people who brought those walls back up and had you shutting away from the world once again. The fears and insecurities all kicked in all over again, fear of never being loved, of having to go through life by yourself and dying alone.

They feared, feared that the last time you closed your eyes, it was accompanied by the thought of them hating you and of you being alone and unloved.

It was totally untrue. It was their fault, their fault for trusting in another man’s words over you, You who’s always loved and cared for them. You who’s been by their side through the ups and downs. You, whom despite your bad days, discards all the thoughts away just to make them feel better if they weren’t having a good day.

The hyungs should have known better, they should have listened to the maknaes, should have trusted you.

And they hope, hoped that it wasn’t too late.

Yet seeing you laid in Namjoon’s arms as they finally managed to deal with the last of the enemies, the little hope in their eyes almost dimmed completely.

“Please, Y/N, please stop scaring me like this,” they heard their leader beg and chokes of cries escaped them all. “You can’t. You can’t...not yet baby. Not yet.”

Their hearts clenched at the fact that they never got to hear you one last time or even say goodbye.

“We have to get her help,” Namjoon said in a straining voice, looking up at the rest of them with eyes of bloodshot red and tears continuously falling. “Immediately.”

They wasted no more time.

You hadn’t opened your eyes for a few weeks, laying in bed unmoving, the color drained from your face. For many moments, they thought that you weren’t going to survive, that they had already lost you. The only thing giving them a little bit of hope was the fact that the monitor was still beeping rather than showing a straight line.

You were going to survive. You had to.

They needed to apologize, show you that they still cared, that they still loved you. They needed you to hear those words loud and clear.

The first moment you showed signs of waking up, your fingers twitched as Jin held your hand, head burried against his forearm as he sat beside your bedside and he was quick to shoot up.

The second time, you were more responsive, sort of giving a light squeeze as Hoseok held your hand.

The third time, Yoongi called the doctors in as your eyes were actually beginning to try and blink open. They watched you, breath held back as your eyes blinked wider than the last until it was wide open. But you were staring off into space, vision still hazy. They stood in the room silently, watching as you responded to the doctor’s command to squeezing your hands into the air.

It was hard. Seeing you in such a state and not being much of help. But they knew you had it tougher and for that, they blamed themselves even more.

The first time you spoke again, you let out a weak “hi,” that had them choke out a cry, relieved that they could hear your voice again.

Apologies were immediate to fall afterwards and a drop of tear fell from your eyes as you asked, “Did it have to take me being on the brink of death to open your eyes again?”

It shouldn’t have. They should have known. They shouldn’t have had to have your kidnapping being an eye opening situation. You shouldn’t had to drown in your own pool of blood for them to realize they had made a grave mistake.

But they couldn’t change the past.

Namjoon took your small hands into his, lingering a kiss on there as his eyes never strayed from yours. “I love you,” he breathed and that was all it took for you to have the dam break down.

“I love you so much,” he repeated over and over again and words of confessions fell from all of their lips.

They let you decide; whether you wanted to leave the mafia life completely or to stay, with them, and try again.

You were broken from all the wounds scratched in your heart. But bit by bit, pieces by pieces, eventually and gradually, it would fall back into place again. Leaving and completely forgetting would break a whole other side to you and you still loved them, you didn’t want to go through another phrase in life with a whole other heartbreak where someone else broke your heart. They were the only ones you’d allow to break your heart.

So you decided, “I still love you. And I still want you.”

~~

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[minniepetals]

Could you do an ot7 drabble where they believe in some false rumors or something and then they leave you, with mucho angst and maybe a resolution at the end?

anon: Mafia ot7 with "Are you here to yell at me too? I deserve it." And "This isn't your fault okay? I promise."

“Are you here to yell at me too?” You asked, voice timid and soft as you saw Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin approaching you with light steps. “I deserve it,” you said, a sullen and defeated look on your face as you looked down, wanting to cry but decided to hold the tears back.

“This isn’t your fault okay? I promise,” Jimin prompted as he placed both his hands on your shoulders, face crumbled with concern.

“They don’t believe me.” You shook his hands away, refusing to even look up at them. You were tired, so tired. All you wanted was to rush home — well, find another home since you’ve been kicked out — and cry yourself to sleep.

It wouldn’t solve anything but what was there to do when your own boss wouldn’t believe you?

“We’ll try to convince Namjoon, he’s just-”

“Give it up, Taehyung,” you sighed, “I’ve tried all afternoon. Boss Kim isn’t listening.”

“Y/N, no,” the man shook his head furiously, “It isn’t Taehyung, it’s Tae.”

“And it isn’t Boss Kim, it’s Namjoon,” Jungkook said.

“Why does it even matter anymore,” you lamented as you took out your guns out of your pocket to hand it over to Jimin, “I’m out.”

You tried to force a smile, a tight bitter smile. Yet despite it all, looking back into those eyes, the eyes you’ve always found yourself falling for each passing day, the ones that were looking back into yours with tears of stress and grief, of not wanting to believe it, you knew it had been a bad idea to look up.

“I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you looked at each one of them, “Park, Kim, Jeon. Maybe fate will let us cross paths again. At least once.”

“Y/N-”

“Send my regards to the other four,” your eyes fell, “though I’m sure they wouldn’t be too happy about that.”

And then, they watched you walk out of headquarters one last time. Though each of them wanted to pull you back again, apologize to try and make things right again, they knew they were in no position to do so. Not when their hyungs weren’t going to listen.

There was no sign of you when they got back to the house. Everything was gone. Your clothes, jewelries, makeup, shoes...everything that should have been there was gone.

It was like you never existed in the first place.

And finally, it felt real to the maknaes. They wanted to deny the reality, to try and find at least something that would remind them of you but there was nothing.

The hyungs on the other hand, although heartbroken, were far too angry and blinded to see through it all.

“You can’t just cut her off like that!” Jungkook shouted, frustrated and upset because they had lost you. “We made her a promise, hyung. We promised her a life of a beautiful future, with all of us in it, promised her that nothing could ever come between us yet you-”

“What part of betrayal do you not understand?” Jin shot back, eyes glaring at the maknae because even the topic itself made him want to vomit and to forget it all. How could you betray them? Didn’t you loved them as you had vowed?

“She should be thankful we’re sparing her life.”

“How can you believe in such a ridiculous thing?” Taehyung scoffed at Yoongi. He couldn’t believe it. Were they really going to go against you like that?

“We’ve been together for years, how can you trust someone else’s words over hers?” Jungkook gave them all a pointed look, nose flaring with anger while his eyes stung with bloodshot tears.

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jimin snapped at Hoseok, the frustrations building up all over again. “Y/N would never do such a thing. You can’t just throw her away and act as if none of those years back then had ever mattered.”

“Then where is she now?” Namjoon’s voice boomed against the large room. He stood up from his seat, a brow quirked as he challenged the three maknaes, standing tall and firm. “Why isn’t she trying to defend her honor?”

A moment of silence passed through them all. Yet despite Namjoon’s scoffing, despite the four of them getting up to leave, the youngest three weren’t going to believe in the rumors surrounding you.

“Because she’s hurt,” Taehyung whispered, his voice low and soft but they could all hear him, and their steps were paused in place.

“She’s tired.” Jungkook’s jaws clenched, his hands fisting into a ball just thinking about having lost you.

“And quite honestly,” Jimin breathed. He swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to cry in front of them yet the crack in his voice alerted them all, “I’m sure you’ve broken her.”

/ Part 2 / Part 3

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[minniepetals]

Mafia ot7 with "I want to get out of this town I want to do something adventurous." And "Do it, take a chance. I'm begging you you don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

“I want to get out of this town, I want to do something adventurous.”

“Do it, take a chance.”

You looked up at Hoseok whose face was illuminated by the moonlight under the night sky, and blinked in confusion. “What?”

Yoongi stepped up in front of him, taking your small hands into his larger ones and you shivered at the feeling of your cold hands touching his warmer ones. “I’m begging you, Y/N, you don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

“No, I...” You took your hands away from his, taking a step back and bumping into Jungkook. When had he gotten so close? “I can’t.”

“Why not?” The man asked.

“Why not?” You stressed, scoffing. You couldn’t believe how nonchalant they were. “We’re mafias.”

“So what?” Taehyung shrugged.

“Yeah, who cares,” Jimin chimed in.

“I do,” you stated, all seriousness had to be feigned with their attention all on you, making you flustered. “You may not care because you all hold important high ranks, but I’m just a nobody. And Namjoon would never-”

“Who said anything about Namjoon not allowing anything?”

You gasped at the sudden voice, chills rushing down your spine. Suddenly you were aware of the chilly night breeze. “B-boss,” you stuttered, head quickly lowered as you heard his footsteps approaching.

The man stalked over to you with Jin following close behind. They all shared knowing smirks, ones you couldn’t see because you were refusing to look up due to the respect of the boss’s presence.

Namjoon beckoned his head over to Jin and the eldest took off his leathered jacket to wrap it around you. “Tell us, Y/N,” he said, voice dangerously close to your ears, “what is it that you wish to do?”

“Where is it that you wish to go?” Jungkook asked, snaking his arm along your waist and you squeaked at the sudden sensation. You silently thanked the sky for being a night sky and not broad daylight, otherwise your blush wouldn’t be hidden and you certainly couldn’t risk showing your crushes for those seven men.

“N-nothing.” They knew you were lying and it was likely due to you being intimidated by Namjoon’s presence so the man used his forefinger and thumb to force your head to tilt up at him.

“I promise you, dear one, your wishes will not hurt you,” he vowed. Your eyes bat at him innocently, the kinds they all were weak for and for a moment he almost forgot what he was talking about. “You look afraid.”

“I..I-I’m not.” You took a few steps behind, causing your back to hit the railing of the balcony and Namjoon stalked forward, trapping you between his body and the balcony.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he said so softly, a light smile dancing along his lips, “Whatever you want, your wish is at our commands, dear Y/N.”

“But...” Those eyes, those beautiful eyes that illuminated under the moonlight and stars, Namjoon couldn’t help but be mesmerized by them. “I don’t understand,” you said.

“Perhaps a kiss will help.”

“Huh? A-”

Suddenly he grabbed your face and you were suprised a guy like him was capable of holding you with such gentle touches, not like the man boss to one of Seoul’s most dangerous gangs out there, while he sent you in a bliss with a sweet, sweet kiss.

“Now do you understand?” He asked, face still just inches away from yours even as your lips no longer touched. You couldn’t hear for a moment, just stood there frozen as you started a staring contest with the man whom you called boss.

Somewhere admist that moment, someone whined, saying “aw, I wanna kiss Y/N too.”

It was probably Jimin.

“I...”

“I’ll spell it out for you then,” Namjoon chuckled. He stood back and you could see the others staring right at you, similar smirks on their faces. “We want you to be ours, Y/N.”

“All..of you...?”

~~

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[minniepetals]

BTS ot7 mafia drabble with "are you proud of me?" And "lets get out of here I need to cuddle."

anon: Could I request a mafia ot7 drabble with a rival interrogating the reader and she basically rolls her eyes saying "I'm not yelling you anything and when they get here you are so screwed." But after they come she has a mini breakdown

“You’re going to regret hitting me,” you scoffed, spitting away the blood that came from the man’s harsh slap. He had on brass knuckles so the pain came twice as hard on you yet you kept your composure. Showing the enemies your weakness was never a good idea, the guys have taught you that many times, you couldn’t fail them now.

The boss laughed aloud, oblivious to the fact that he had just hurt the girl special to one of Seoul’s greatest mafias. He grabbed you by your face, your cheeks squished together painfully as he leaned in eye to eye with you. “Darling, what can you do to me?”

“Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

“I’m a gangster, no one scares me, especially not you.”

You scoffed inwardly. “You’re just a small gang out on the streets, you have no idea about the real world. You’re going to be so screwed once they get here.”

“They?” He mocked, laughing again. “I’m not afraid of some other gang members, you’re the one who’s screwed baby girl.”

“Don’t,” another voice came, swung the guy right over his head before pinning him down with his foot, pointing a gun right at the dude, “call what’s ours your baby girl.”

“Joon!” You gasped.

“Tell me,” someone else called and you looked to your left to find Taehyung walking causually over the gang boss, “have you ever heard of Bangtan?”

You couldn’t see his expression but you were sure at that name, the guy had visible trembled, finally understanding who he had been dealing with.

Jimin came to knelt down in front of you while Yoongi went behind to untie the ropes binding your hands.

The man in front of you held your face gently, checking to see whether you had gotten hurt or not and, as he had feared, he could see the cuts on your cheek and lower lip.

Jimin’s eyes darkened all of a sudden. He sat up without another word and you cringed when he walked over to the enemy low on the floor, foot quick to stomp onto the hand that gloved with brass knuckles, allowing a painful scream to escape from the man.

“You hurt her.” His voice was low and soft but everyone in the room could hear him. Hoseok crouched down to inspect you to see what Jimin was talking about. “No one is allowed to hurt her, not even us.”

“Guess you really wanted to die, huh?” Jungkook scoffed, laughing darkly.

“No, no, no, please!” The man cried. “Please have mercy on me!”

“Um...” you turned back to Hoseok, trying to silence the group behind him as you focused on him.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asked and you shook your head. “Good.”

“You did well,” Yoongi said, patting you on your head. “You’re not scared, right?”

“I’m alright, I didn’t let him get to me,” you assured. “Are you proud of me?” You asked, a little hopeful.

The two of them both chuckled, soft smiles on their faces while Seokjin walked up fom behind. “So proud, baby.”

You let out a tired sigh. “Let’s get outta here, I need to cuddle.”

“Of course,” the eldest laughed, “anything for our baby girl.”

~~

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[minniepetals]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a BTS ot7 drabble with "if we get arrested it's your fault"

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”

Yoongi scoffed at you almost in an offended way. “We’re bailing Jimin and Jungkook out of jail and you’re going to blame this all on me?”

“You know how good of a cop Namjoon and Jin are!”

“Shh!” Yoongi quickly hushed, his forefinger coming to rest against his lips as he gave you a pointed look. “It’ll be your fault if we get caught, Y/N, and then we’ll definitely be arrested.”

Your lips formed into a pout as you looked away from the boy. “This isn’t fair, why’s Hobi making me go along with you to bail those two out?”

“Uh? Because we’re the smallest in our team besides Jimin?” He said, stating the obvious.

Still frowning, you looked up from the bush where the two of you hid, watching as you saw Hoseok kept hidden behind a large pole while the other teams were just as eye opened as yours.

“We’re never gonna get close, Namjoon and Jin are too good at this and Taehyung’s guarding Jimin and Jungkook,” you grunted, returning back to stay down.

“Then flirt.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Distract Taehyung, you know how weak he is. Plus he isn’t as serious in cops and robers as Jin and Namjoon.”

“I can’t flirt!” You shouted in your whispered tone.

“Of course you can!” He whispered back. “Hello, where have you been? All the guys have a weak spot for you.”

“I suck at flirting!” You shook your head, refusing to even leave your hiding spot.

Yoongi groaned, rolling his eyes. “Sooner or later, one of them is going to find out where we’ve been hiding and we’ll have to leave it up to Hoseok to save us all,” he paused, “again. And you know how bad Hobi is.”

“I can’t flirt!” You repeated, a little more agressively that time.

“I know you can’t!” He groaned again. “Just...give him a wink. Or tell him that you’re hungry, he’ll leave his post.”

“Tae won’t leave his post just because I’m hungry.”

“He loves you, of course he will.”

This time it was your turn to groan and hearing that, a victory smile lifted upon Yoongi’s lips, feeling as if he had already won the game. “You’re lucky I love you,” you huffed before sneaking up a glance to make sure Jin and Namjoon weren’t around. Your partner in crime bid you goodbye as you began crawling out of the bush and into the opening.

In the end, Namjoon managed to catch you and your team of robbers failed because Yoongi tried to save all three of you, failing miserably and Hoseok was chased down by Jin.

~~

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[minniepetals]

would you be up to write a drabble where the reader had really long hair and them cuts it to like their shoulders without telling them and the boys are just shook? also, i love you so much, just wanted you to know -daisy 💜

“Whoa, baby,” you heard the sound of a few breaths hitching the moment they caught sight of you and Jin was quick to rush up to you. “Were you ever going to tell us you cut your hair?” He asked, looking at you with astonishment.

You shrunk under his stare, keeping your winter coat and hat on to hide the shortness of your hair. “I...” you stuttered, a bit hesitant, “o-of course.”

“When?” Yoongi lightly scoffed, seeing stright through you.

“When..I got the courage to?” Your voice was quiet but they all heard you.

“But why baby?” Taehyung asked, a little whine leaving his lips along with a pout forming.

You visibly gulped. “Why did I cut my hair?”

“No not that. Why weren’t you going to tell us?”

“I would’ve,” you defended, avoiding their gaze out of embarrassment and insecurity, “..eventually.”

“Can we see it?” Namjoon asked as he held his hand over your winter hat but you reflexively reached up to have them stay down. He frowned. “Why can’t we see?”

“It’s not pretty,” you pouted, eyes casted to the floor because you felt ashamed. Why had you even decided to cut it in the first place? New style my butt. “It doesn’t match me.”

“I’m sure it isn’t that bad,” Jimin urged gently, “I’m sure it’s pretty.”

“But it is bad.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re not used to it yet,” Hoseok tried. “You’ll come to like it sooner or later.”

“Doesn’t it feel less of a burden?” Jungkook asked, knowing you struggled with your long hair for a while. “Doesn’t it feel lighter? Isn’t that better?”

“But I still miss it,” you sniffled and they were quick to shush your little whimpers. Hoseok held your face in his palms, faces of concern filled their expressions at your visible tears. “We were on a love-hate relationship. Sure she was such a burden at times but she made me feel pretty.”

“You’re still pretty,” Jin vowed.

“You haven’t even seen it yet,” you whined.

“Then let’s see it, please?” Namjoon prompted. “Promise we won’t judge.”

You thought long and hard about it while Hoseok went on to wipe away your tears. “Alright,” you finally conceded. They smiled at you happily as Hoseok left you to stand up straight again. “If you say anything ugly about it, you’re dead.”

Taehyung laughed. “I’m sure that won’t happen.”

You took a deep inhale first, and then slowly rid of your hat. It flew off, collecting some bits of strands, causing them to stick out so you ran through your hair for a moment before letting your hand drop, allowing them to take a good look at your new hairstyle.

Their faces were immediately lifted at the sight and suddenly you were bombarded with compliments.

“Baby you’re so beautiful!”

“It suits you so well oh my gosh!”

“Shorter hair also matches you, babe.”

They surrounded you, hands running along your hair, someone kissing atop your head while the compliments never stopped. Finally, you felt proud and happy, content and relieved for their wonderful reactions.

Maybe shorter hair wasn’t all that bad after all.

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