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[fuwaprince]

(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) i apologize to once again be asking for your support </3

PLEASE forgive me but also PLEASE consider that i am trying extremely hard (MY BEST) to survive day to day. yet i am barely staying afloat regardless of my efforts!!! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) aaa... would any of my 38K followers be willing to help with a reblog/boost? i updated my wishlist from last month in case some friends/somebody could be interested in helping that way. please take a look? thank you for kindly considering and thanks for reading my post! anything helps

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[achieveandhunt]

i’m sure that someone has already mentioned this but very dedicated group of people are attempting to archive as much RT content as possible! the url is archiveofpimps(.com) and they have a discord too where they coordinate their efforts! everything is on archive(.org) so please consider donating to the website if you can!

[lunarlivs]

‪♡

[koostarcandy]

whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk ; @starlight-1010

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does this even deserve a caption?

[violentlydefending]

happy raiden kills a president day!! [x]

[lancelotslair]

As previously seen incomplete on Swindle Swunday: dealing with Dragons :) (inspired n mimicking the cover of that book I saw) girlies plotting where to hide because they are enemies of multiple kingdoms <3 <3 <3

[thisperfectmonsoon]

can u tell I’m drunk?

[francarieq]

happy valintinz my lovez!! hope u all enjoyed ur valentines whether with someone or not ⭐︎ !!

[lavampira]

#ffxivbridgerton — picnic

D’alia soon found herself enjoying quite the romantic afternoon with Sidurgu, not only accompanying him on a picnic, but basking in the sunlight and quiet companionship together away from the prying eyes and bustle of the ton.

[boobgoogler]

Maya Fey and Miles Edgeworth's very normal experience at a con!

[fuushiguuro]

you know, the beds big enough for both of us

peter strahm x reader

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when you and Peter had originally started seeing each other, he told you about his line of work and what it would entail. as you two grew closer he began to open up about the stress of specific cases, but he never said a thing about the jigsaw cases. he didn’t want to get you involved and have you be a potential target. i mean, it had taken him so long to even say anything to you out of fear of getting you wrapped up in the case to begin with. he knew you were perfectly capable of protecting himself, but he just worries. to tell the truth, you can’t blame him. it’s a scary thing, being taken and being forced to go through such grueling games, but that’s the least of your worries. your current dilemma is your fiancé who’s sitting at the dinner table, a hand in his hair as he looked over newfound evidence on the infamous case. it’s not that you were angry, you were worried. you knew the case was important and you knew why he worked so hard, but it was taking a toll on him. Peter was a determined man, once he’s started something it’s almost impossible to get him to stop, but you were confident enough to try.

as you were finishing up your night routine you heard a sigh come from the kitchen, you let out one of your own as you exited the bathroom. you put on your house slippers on your way to Peter, mentally running through what you’d say. once you reached the table you were met with his hunched over back and scattered papers, it was somewhat depressing to see him like this. you approached him calmly, not wanting to alarm him if he had fallen asleep already. when the distance between you two was short enough you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. you felt him tense when you first touched him, but he soon relaxed into your embrace. Peter smiled at the gesture, short but sweet. to return the affection he turned and placed a small peck on your lips, pulling away with a tired smile “hi, honey.” his voice sounded as tired as he looked, internally you cringed at this. it was incredibly disheartening to see such a strong man in such a disheveled state. “hi, dear. how long have you been working, hm?” you leaned impossibly further into him, mentally beckoning him to come rest. he sighed and shook his head, his hand finding it’s way back to his hair. “oh i don’t know at this point, sweetheart. a couple hours, maybe? i’ve lost track of time.” you chuckled softly at the last part, “yeah, i could tell” he let out a laugh of his own, mumbling a quiet ‘yeah yeah’ before grabbing another paper. you pulled the chair opposite of him, next to him so you could continue to persuade him into resting.., or begging him, rather. Peter shot you a curious glance as you fiddled with the chair that had gotten stuck on the flooring. “you know you’re not supposed to look at the evidence, right? i cant get you involved in this.” you finally got the chair in a perfect place, plopping down and turning to him with a huff. “who said i wanted to look at that?” he laughed at your response, turning his head to you once more “so you’re gonna stare at me the whole time?” you nodded with a cheeky smile, pulling your knees to your chest to get more comfortable. “mhm! why, can i not look at my fiancé anymore?” “now i never said that, but do what you want.” his tone was playful, but you could tell he wanted to get back to work, so you let him. while you looked at him, it felt like you had been captivated, but you were also jealous of his eyelashes at the same time.

after what had been almost two hours Peter stole a glance at you, noticing you were indeed staring at him the entire time. he chuckled before he spoke, his eyes still locked on the papers in-front of him. “really?” “mhm” “the whole time?” “yep.” now it was his turn to huff, he set down his paper and turned his full body to you as he held his arms out expectantly waiting for you to say something. he’s not stupid, he knows you want something, what it is is what he doesn’t know. you laugh at his dry sass before speaking “Peter, can you come to bed, please?” you shocked him with this, Peter had no clue what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. sure, he’d come to bed late sometimes but you always knew he was working, you never complained or felt upset, to his knowledge at least. he wonders if he’d done something to upset you, but in reality it’s the complete opposite. you weren’t upset at all, just concerned.

“you know, the beds big enough for both of us. you don’t have to be so surprised that i asked” you joked to fill the stagnant air, hoping you hadn’t upset him somehow. he let out a dry chuckle, “yeah, i know. sorry, baby. works been a lot lately.” he sighed, motioning you to hug him, which you wasted no time doing. you situated yourself on his lap as his arm snaked around your waist, the other coming up to play with your hair. your head found purchase in his neck, but before you nuzzled in you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. intimate moments like this weren’t rare between you two but they would be done with haste in public, Peter wasn’t ashamed, not in the slightest. he’d gladly have you on his arm wherever he went, but the risk was too great. both of you sat there for a moment, no words exchanged, little to no movement aside from Peter stroking your hair. the moment was serene, peaceful and perfect, so peaceful that you almost fell asleep right there in his lap, not that he would’ve complained. Peter took notice of your slowed breathing before his hand stilled stop your head “baby?” you let out a tired hum of acknowledgment, a quiet giggle leaving Peter’s lips at your grogginess. his hands lowered as he rose from the seat, the one previously laying at your waist was now holding you up, and the one in your hair came down to your back. you felt like a child as you wrapped your legs and arms around him, but you were too happy and sleepy to care.

Peter set you down on your shared bed gently, kissing your forehead before quickly readying himself for bed. you weren’t aware he was actually preparing to lay with you, expecting to feel him join you at an even later hour of the night. you sighed mentally, rolling over to face your nightstand as you wrapped your arms around yourself, desperate for some form of affection. before you could nod off, you were met with a pleasant surprise. you felt the bed sink behind you, turning over quickly to see your fiancé had decided to get some rest. a relieved smile crept onto your lips, shuffling over to find your place in his arms once more.

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THIS ONE WAS REALLY SHORT IM SO SORRY, BUT I THINK IT'S CUTE

@valstarroz ♡

[koostarcandy]

Could I request welcome home kisses with Jungkook, or whoever you feeling inspired to write about! 💜

so, give me all your kisses

pairing: jungkook x chef!reader

summary: after one long, tiring month, all jungkook craves is his lover's kisses.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.4k

a/n: thanks for the request! hope it was upto your expectations ^^ if you ever find yourself requesting smth you like, please make sure to follow the guidelines!

it's been an excruciating wait.

jungkook swears the video calls and photos you send from the land of love itself doesn't do justice to your beauty. you never fail to send updates about your work, sending him random snaps of kittens and puppies in paris. he sleeps with your pillow close to his chest, counting and striking off the days on his calendar till you're in his arms.

it's been 3 weeks, 5 days and 8 hours since you've left his side, if he can recall correctly. you laugh teasingly at his math, questioning if it's right. he'll take anything you give him, even if it's blurry pictures of the eiffel tower or pixelated video calls with your pretty face.

"just 2 more days then you're here, right baby?"

"yes, koo. for the millionth time, yes. i promise i'm not changing my schedule, okay?"

jungkook pouts, slightly miffed that he can't see your face before he sleeps. "are you sure you can't switch to video call for a few seconds?" he can hear you sigh sadly, "when i get back, you can look at me all you want, my love."

he mimics your sigh and wishes you a good day at work, suddenly declaring he'll love you for the rest of his life if you bring back souvenirs. you chuckle, saying that you weren't planning on coming back if there weren't plenty of gifts to give him. he hangs up after whispered confessions of love between the both of you, sending the sweetest of "mwah's!" your way.

putting his phone on the bedside table, he rolls over to your side, burying his face deep in your pillow. it's lost your distinct scent of jasmine and cinnamon sugar but he tries reviving it with the weekly laundry washes which you claim to love the smell of. he thinks you know him all too well, promising that the pillow mist you bought him will work just fine in your absence.

groaning at his lack of will to sleep, he grabs the small silver bottle of pillow mist ("its smell reminds me of the time we went to that botanical garden, koo. it's a happy memory, so isn't it best to fall asleep happy?") and sprays the required amount on your pillow, head falling back and eyes immediately closing, the scent pleasing to his sensitive nose.

he smiles instinctively of your time in the garden, the pictures he took you posing with the millions of flowers there playing like a movie in his head. it was the last date you both had before you left for your work trip. jungkook was, after all, the one who urged you take up the workshop at this famed restaurant, claiming it would help you in your future as the greatest chef he'll ever know.

he falls asleep to the thought of you and your nimble hands making him the best food he's ever had, the same hands handing him flowers at your date and the hands which hold him close and safe at night.

"i'm coming, i'm coming! it's 5.45 in the morning, for goodness' sake!"

jungkook groans at the sound of the incessant ring of the doorbell, regretting his decision of ever installing one. all his hyungs know the pass lock to his door and he knows it isn't you because you're the one who made it. if it was the staff, they would've called him. he fixes his hair and rubs his eyes off the sleepiness, internally calming himself before he opens the door.

"excuse me but you can't ring the doorbell like this at-"

"good morning, koo!"

all of a sudden, sleep's tight hold on him has vanished. your crescent eyes and face half covered by the plushie you showed him as your sleeping companion (who he was very jealous but that's not the point) is infront of him, very much real, not blurry and not pixelated.

he flings the plushie off, hands cupping your face. if there's tears in your eyes, you both don't say a thing, instead beaming at each other with sparkly eyes.

"hello, my love," jungkook whispers shakily, trembling lips falling on yours. his hands fall to your waist, gripping you tightly. you're still in your work clothes, smelling of cheese and bread. your hands, which he dreamt of so vividly, are on his arms, quivering fingers gripping the long shirt he wore to bed.

he can hear the clear sound of glass bottles clinking against each other, probably the wine you spoke of so fondly. he doesn't care about the potential mess it may create and in all honesty, who would? he's got his favourite person in his arms, his favourite smell back in his nostrils and his favourite smile on his lips.

"you promised you wouldn't change your schedule," jungkook mumbles into the kiss, hands reaching behind you to shut the door and lean you against it. "but this is a good change, yes baby?" good would be an understatement. his feet stamp on something soft which startles jungkook just abit. he looks down at the culprit, picking it up, "ah, you," glancing back and forth at the plushie and your smiley face, flinging it off again to god knows where.

"hey! that was unbelievably expensive, you know."

"why get that when you can have the real thing, baby?"

you giggle and laugh happily, when he picks you up and spins you around, practically zooming to your shared bedroom. he places you gently on your side, hands below your head so it's laid on the pillow. your smile beams up at him, arms reaching up for him. he promptly falls on you, his limbs getting tangled with yours like it's muscle memory.

you stroke his hair just like how he likes it, the steady but slow rays from outside making it seem like there's an angel on you. "was the flight too early? you must've been so tired," jungkook says, face propped on your chest and hands untucking your shirt. you shrug and boop his nose, smiling when he scrunches it up, "i left after the last class and grabbed all the wine available at the duty free and i slept through the whole time so, no koo, i'm not that tired," you giggle amusedly.

"good. now tell me all about it!"

jungkook holds the tall bottle of wine away from him, face contouring into one of thought.

"this must be from france, am i right or- ah, it's rome, hehe"

you shake your head in amusement and spread the garlic confit on the crisp toast, "let's have breakkie, koo, we've been up too long without food."

he all but rushes to the kitchen/dining area, eyes sparkling at the sight of the food. "thank you for the food," he says in perfect fashion, teeth peeking out to have a bite. his eyebrows furrow in delight, much to your mirth. "eat up all you want, darling," you encourage, humming in delight at your simple breakfast.

jungkook brushes his fingers off of crumbs, doe eyes on you as your tales of the city of love is said from your point of view. he always wondered what he missed when you were gone, always having your pictures and videos a few clicks away. as you ramble on about some sauce and how you finally mastered on how to get it creamy, he finally gets it.

it was you.

you and your never ending chatter of your first love, food and the way your eyes light up when the topic falls on it. your expressive gestures and your gleeful laughter, which never fails to make his day. you in his clothes, a simple oversized white tshirt. you in your shared dining table, talking to him.

he doesn't waste any time to get closer to you, not caring one bit if you complain of him almost spilling your juice. he tilts your chin up so he can get his lips on yours, hand on your neck and tattooed hand curled around your waist. he vows to never let you go anywhere without him ever again, be it for work or for leisure.

you don't question him nor complain, instead wrapping your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer. he pulls away first, combing your hair out of your face and smiling at your blissed out expression.

"let's invite our friends for dinner tonight," you suggest, "i want to show them all what i learned there."

jungkook nods, never turning down an opportunity to be proud of you. "what do we start with first?"

"well, obviously, hors d'oeuvres-"

"what did you just call me?!"

you roll your eyes at his lame albeit childish joke, smile threatening to break from your lips. he giggles at his own joke, hugging you from the back when you walk away from him. he promises to listen and learn from you, only if you give him your infamous kisses as a reward.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

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pretend i said something REALLY funny here okay <3

[sillyabtmusic]

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