Heloo
Heloo
Im wafaa from Gaza ..i need your help if you can
Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸
My link in bio
Asking for help is not easy .l request a small donation of € 10 or €20 from each person .€10 will save my family and help me cover travel expenses and rebuild.what's left of my home
you can deliver your regards through link ( please see my bio)
https://gofund.me/27fab415
i’m so so sorry but at the moment i cannot donate ! but I’ll definitely not stay silent, everyone who could possibly even donate a tiny bit, please do!
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Hello sorry for an ask. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging
Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.
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how does juno never miss.
daddy's in a tutu !!
(🩰) ── 𝓟ARK JONGSEONG [제이] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, humor, married auㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, pet-namesㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol hubby !jay 𝔁 wife !reader ᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.3k꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which you come back home to the sight of your husband in a pretty pink tutu (•̪ o •̪) ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩
juno's note ─ "unfortunately I can imagine him in a tutu if our daughter asked him too" is so jay coded. you will never not catch me yapping about husband jay..bc why is that man so hubby material. if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡
the snow was falling heavily outside, blanketing the world in a soft, white layer. inside your cozy home, you were busy getting ready for a day of much-needed errands.
bustling around the house, you pulled on your warmest winter coat and bundled up, ready to brave the icy roads.
before you left, you turned to your husband, jay, and your four year old daughter, yubin, who was sitting on the couch, hugging her favorite pink stuffed bunny.
you stared at your daughter's crestfallen face as she cuddled up beside jay. It was the inevitable that the four year old would be upset right now. due to the icy roads and heavy snow, today's ballet class was canceled, leaving yubin devastated.
“are you sure you'll be okay?” you asked, fixing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your purse.
jay looked up from the couch, where he was busy trying to cheer up yubin, her eyes still a bit puffy from the earlier tears and her nose resembling rudolph.
“we'll be fine,” he reassured with a smile, “right, princess?”
yubin nodded half-heartedly, a cute pout still present on her face as she clutched her bunny.
“you guys call me if you need anything,” you reminded them, pressing a kiss to jay's cheek and ruffling yubin's hair. “i'll be back soon.”
and with one last look at your two favorite people, you braved the snowy outdoors. the cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the promise of hot cocoa and a warm house kept you going.
you made your way to the car, shaking your head with a smile at how cute they looked together. little did you know, an adventure was unfolding inside.
jay and yubin huddled together in the living room, surrounded by the warmth of the heater and the faint sound of delicate snowflakes hitting the window.
yubin wore her little ballet outfit, a mini bun perched on the crown of her head as she practiced her pirouettes.
jay on the other hand, was trying his best to keep up with her, although his ballet skills were definitely less refined.
“okay binnie, let’s try that spin again,” jay said, puffing slightly. “i think i’ve got it now.”
yubin giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement as he watched her dad try to catch his breath from just a couple twirls.
“daddy, you’re doing great! but…”
“but what, sweetheart?” jay asked, glancing down at her with a raised brow.
“i think you need a tutu too!”
jay blinked. he hadn't anticipated that request. “a tu..tu? i don’t know if that’s a good idea honey...”
“pleeease, daddy?” yubin begged, giving him her best puppy eyes. “it’ll be so much fun!”
jay stared at his daughter for a moment, his heart swelling in his chest at the sight of her big round eyes staring up at him.
after a moment of thought, jay reluctantly sighed, giving in to her adorable plea. “alright, alright. if it’ll make you happy, i’ll wear a tutu.”
and with that, jay found himself sporting a frilly tutu that barely fit his hips, his face turning an adorable shade of pink to match the tutu. yubin clapped her hands in delight, twirling around in her own tutu.
“we're matching now daddy!” yubin cheered, jumping around in her ballet slippers.
jay laughed, looking down at the slight new change of wardrobe. it was definitely a combo to say the least, never in his life would he expect sweats to look so good with a tutu.
“isn't that right binnie?” he commented, extending his hand for yubin to take. “now, let's get back to those grand jeté's we were working on earlier eh?”
yubin squealed, immediately accepting his requests with the grasp of her tiny fingers and a wide smile plastered on her face.
“yes please!”
as they continued their ballet practice, the living room had turned into a makeshift stage for the two, with yubin and jay performing a whimsical ballet routine, the sweet melodies of the nutcracker adding the perfect touch to their chaotic performance.
“okay, let’s see your best grand jeté!” yubin called out, her tiny arms reaching out dramatically.
jay attempted a grand jeté, but ended up looking more like an enthusiastic baby goose learning to fly, his arms flailing in the air.
yubin giggled uncontrollably, trying to mimic her dad's moves with even more dramatizing flair.
they pranced around the living room for what seemed like hours, their tutus fluttering in sync with every twirl and leap. for jay’s sake, they would take periodic breaks throughout the practice.
during these breaks, yubin would watch in amusement as her dad rested his hands on his waist, desperately trying to regain his composure. let’s just say, it was like watching a wind-up toy wind down.
after what felt like ages, you were finally heading home. sure, the sweet jingle of christmas music and the warm smell of cinnamon from each errand stop were enduring, but what you were really looking forward to was being wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket with the two people you love most.
as you pulled into the driveway, the house looked picture perfect against the snowy backdrop. you carried your bags inside, balancing them as you nudged the door open with your hip.
“i'm back!” you called out, kicking off your snowy boots and setting the bags down in the kitchen. “i got all the goodies!”
no response. now you were curious.
you walked further into the house slowly, following the sound of familiar classical music you knew all too well. peeking around the corner, you stopped in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape.
there, in the middle of the living room was your husband, in a bright pink tutu that barely fit his athletic build. matching his outfit was your daughter, her own tutu flaring out as she twirled around, her giggles a melody of their own. they were completely in the zone, unaware of your presence.
If you were being frank, the scene was too precious to interrupt. jay was trying to execute an arabesque, but his balance was off, making yubin laugh even more.
“come on, daddy! like this!” she demonstrated with the grace only a child could have, and jay tried again, a bit more successfully this time.
you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, and jay’s head practically spun at the sound, his face turning even redder from embarrassment.
“oh- hey honey! um, well, yubin wanted to practice ballet–” he explained, his voice trailing off at the end.
“don't stop on my account,” you teased, revealing yourself from behind the wall as you took in the scene before you in all it’s glory.
yubin ran over to you, her eyes shimmering with excitement.
“mommy, look! daddy's my ballet partner!”
you couldn't help but chuckle, kneeling down to hug your daughter. “i can see that," you commented through giggles, your gaze flickering towards your husband for a moment. “and I must say.. he's doing a pretty fantastic job.”
“why thank you.” jay answered. he tried to pull off a graceful bow, but from the energy he had just exerted to his recent performance with his daughter, he stumbled a bit.
you couldn't stop laughing, tears forming in your eyes. “oh, jay, you're a sight.”
jay grinned, walking over to join you and there daughter. “anything for our little princess. plus, i think i’ve found a new appreciation for tutus.”
later that evening, after yubin was tucked into bed, you and jay found yourselves cuddled on the couch, the soft glow of the christmas tree lights casting a warm glow to the room.
“you really made her day today, y'know,” you murmured, resting your head on jay's chest.
“well, that's what dads are for, right?” he replied, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair.
“i think you might have missed your calling as a ballet dancer,” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow.
jay laughed, pulling you closer. “i'll stick to my day job, thanks. but for yubin, i'd wear a tutu any day.”
you smiled, feeling the warmth of his love envelop you. “and that's exactly why you’re so amazing.”
𝓢igning off... @pnghoon
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im having a jungwon cuteness overload😓
dear wonie𑁤
(💋) ── YANG JUNGWON [정원] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluffㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, kissing, skinship, jungwon is a literal menace to readerㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol childhood bff !wonie 𝔁 fem !reader ㅤᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.1k ꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which your childhood best friend finds your diary.. ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩
juno's note ─ first wonie fic oh ma goodness?? Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)// literally was contemplating whether to post a hoon or wonie fic today but I got more motivation to finish this one hehe >< if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡
you could never quite pinpoint the exact day you first met jungwon, but it felt like he had always been a part of your life. growing up in the same neighborhood had its perks, and your bond was a testament to that.
from building blanket forts to navigating the ups and downs of school together, jungwon had always been more than a friend--he was practically family. he was your companion, your partner in crime, and unknowingly, the object of your affection.
in those early days, it seemed almost innocent to have a crush on jungwon. it wasn’t just his adorable dimpled smile or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. it was how he always knew just the right way to cheer you up after a bad day and the way he could make you laugh until your sides hurt in one go.
by the time high school rolled around, those feelings had multiplied. you could talk to jungwon about anything and everything--except the little secret your heart held dear. so, in an attempt to protect your feelings and still have an outlet for them, you turned to your diary.
you were sure you had hidden that precious notebook far out of jungwon's line of sight, tucked carefully behind the plush white pillows that decorated your bed. that is--until today.
one saturday afternoon, you and jungwon were hanging out in your room, the familiar comfort of his presence making you feel at ease. he found himself sprawled out on your bed, flipping through a comic book, while you busied yourself with organizing your desk.
hours passed and after a bit, you excused yourself to grab some snacks from the kitchen, leaving jungwon alone for a few minutes.
as he lazily scanned your room, his eyes fell on a small, colorful book peeking out from under your bed. curiosity piqued, he reached over and picked it up.
the cover of the book was decked out in a variety of different stickers, small doodles, and even photos of you and the life that enveloped you. a smile formed on jungwon's lips at the sight, flipping it open without a second thought.
his eyes widened as he read the first few lines. it was your diary, filled with heartfelt confessions about him. he almost choked on his spit. him? out of all people?
a slow grin spread across his face when he realized what he had stumbled upon. with a soft chuckle he continued reading, each entry making him smile wider.
when you returned with a bowl of popcorn, you found jungwon grinning mischievously on your bed, arms resting behind his head.
"what's with the grin?" you asked curiously, setting the bowl of warm buttery popcorn down on your desk.
jungwon looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement before he sighed, his hand reaching over to fiddle with something behind him.
“oh, nothing much. just reading about how you think i have the eyes of an angel.”
and just like that, your face flushed a shade of crimson.
if you thought you were doomed before, watching jungwon wave that forbidden journal around as if it were a first place medal made your heart race like you were in a high speed chase. without a second thought, you lunged for the diary, determined to reclaim it.
“give that back, jungwon!”
a laugh escaped jungwon's lips as he held the journal out of your reach, leaping off your bed in a not so graceful manner before clearing his throat and letting his fingers graze the word filled pages.
“let’s see… ‘i can’t stop thinking about how perfect jungwon looked today, with his messy hair and that smile…’”
you covered your face with your hands, the tips of your ears turning red as the embarrassment from the unfolding situation crept over you.
“stop it, jungwon! that's private!”
Ignoring your protests, he continued, his tone growing more exaggerated with every passing moment.
“‘every time he looks at me, i feel like i’m floating. how is it possible to fall for someone who’s been your friend forever?’”
you made another attempt to grab the diary, but jungwon was too quick. he danced out of reach, his laughter filling the room. “jungwon, i’m serious! stop!”
“but this is gold y/nnnie,” jungwon teased, mockingly prancing around the room with your prized possession in his hands.
did your determination to snatch the diary away from him stop jungwon? not in the slightest. in fact, it only egged him on, his smile growing wider each time your face flushed a new shade of pink. with another laugh, he continued.
“‘sometimes i wonder if he knows how much he means to me. i hope one day he’ll realize just how special he is in my life.’”
there was a silence that followed that sentence, the room suddenly going still for a moment. you slowly let your hands fall from your face, only to realize jungwon was staring directly at you, his teasing expression softening into something more thoughtful.
“do you really feel like that?”
the playful tone in his voice faded, replaced by a genuine curiosity that made your heart flutter. you nodded, too flustered to meet his gaze.
“i never imagined you felt this way about me,” jungwon spoke softly. “i always thought we were just friends.”
“well, i didn’t think you’d ever--” you began, but the words caught in your throat. your feelings had always seemed like they existed in a separate world, apart from your friendship with jungwon.
the air between you two shifted, and for a moment, the laughter and teasing seemed to fade into the background. jungwon reached out, taking your hand in his. the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.
“why didn’t you ever tell me, y/n?” jungwon asked softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “i guess i was afraid. afraid it might ruin what we have.”
jungwon’s smile widened, and he leaned closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “it wouldn’t have ruined anything. in fact, i think it might have made things even better.”
before you could respond, jungwon’s lips met yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of all the years of unspoken feelings, of the deep bond you two had shared. his hand found its way to your cheek, his finger tipping your chin gently.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with a mix of contentment and affection.
“so, what do you say we stop writing about our feelings and start living them?”
you smiled, your heart skipping a beat at the way his thumb brushed against your cheek. “i’d like that.”
and with that, your heart found its home, not in the pages of a diary, but in the boy who had always been there, just waiting for you to see him.
𝓢igning off... @pnghoon
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