#i'm so sorry this took 5ever but i hope you like it

[swee7dream]

hi vixy! i miss you sm 😞🫶 being here is just not the same when i'm not interacting w/ you (ノ_＜。) and im here in your inbox for a request!

remember when i always gush about your use of endearments? atm, im craving for a hc fic of 7dreamies using their favorite endearment/petname/nickname for reader >< i absolutely think that they have their own ways and the oddest yet the most endearing nicknames for their special ppl and i think about it everytime i read your fics bcuz there is that kind of spice of it in your works (*^-^) and i love it ^^

i hope you're doing well, love! have a great day (人´ｴ`*)♪

xoxo, wynnie.

7dream's nicknames for their partners nct dream x f!reader

genres fluff, established relationship warnings feminine pet names used, quasi-suggestive but not really ( renjun ) author's note omg not the love letter in my inbox !!! love u 5ever wynnie . sorry the bulletpoints are kinda short, i tried to make up for it in the mini-fics ! ty for the request + i hope u like it !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

a very simple, casual guy

babe, dude (romantically), my girl

he can’t even tease you when you tell him it gives you butterflies because he’s the exact same way, giggling into his hand and turning away to hide his silly grin from you

call him dude though? he’ll be sulky until the next day (as if, he melts into a puddle with just one kiss)

“dude,” mark calls out from the hallway, still unsure where everything is still, being your first sleepover. “have you seen my charger? i don’t know where i left it.” “i dunno, man. you should ask your girlfriend.” “wow…” he extends the word in between laughter. he shuffles in his slides back into the bedroom, doubling over your body laying comfortably under sheets. “you are my girlfriend.” “nuh-uh. i’m your dude. your bro. your homeslice.” you over-emphasize the last word, flicking your tongue like a snake. “more like my homewife.” he giggles, reaching up to peck your lips. “that was terrible.” “come on! that’s worth at least half a point.” “negative eight thousand points.”

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

my love, darling, sweetheart

in my heart of hearts i view huang renjun as the definition of a romantic

maybe he won’t have diamond necklaces for you every date night, but he always makes sure to show his love in the small, important things

he has your favorite snack for when you get home, changes the bedsheets when you forget to, and refills the soap bottles in the bathroom before you even notice you’re running low

“you took care of the dishes.” renjun jumps in his seat, not even hearing when you came in. “i did.” he turns from his canvas to look at you, smiling as you’re already wrapping your arms around his waist. “how was your day, my love?” “exhausting. you are the sexiest man alive, you know that?” you mumble into his hair. “for washing dishes?” “so hot.” you nod, squeezing him tighter. “gee, thanks,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to scratch your head. “how about a bath? wash away all that exhaustion.” “join me?” you pout. “of course, darling.”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

doll, baby, babydoll

you are a living, breathing doll to him and everyone needs to know!!!!!

he forgets he’s literally mr. ferragamo sometimes and just stares at you with super heart eyes like:

wow (ෆ人ෆ) that’s my baby

“what about this one?” you spin in to give jeno a 360. “i really liked it in the store but i’m not so sure about it now.” “you’re the prettiest girl ever, doll.” jeno sits with his legs spread, his hands in the middle holding the edge of the chair he sits on. “pretty, pretty, pretty.” “thank you, jen.” you look at him. “but i’m asking about the clothes. i don’t know if this shade suits me! or maybe it’s the texture of the clothes? actually, it might be the material.” “everything suits you. if it doesn’t, it’s because the designer was stupid. you’re the pinnacle of fashion, babydoll.” “you’re silly.” you giggle, walking toward him to dig your fingers into the back of his hair. “you don’t think i should return it?” “absolutely not. you look great in red, baby.” “this is white, jen.” “whatever. gimme a kiss.”

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

baby, sunshine, sweetheart (derogatory)

outsiders looking in eavesdropping on your conversations don’t know if you’re about to bite each other heads off or make out against the wall

what else could you expect from haechan ‘dating is so boring, let's be best friend and act like in a relationship’ lee

you feel a dark energy looming over your shoulder, as you often have since saying yes to your first date with hyuck. you continue to feel it as your card taps on the reader, beeping happily at the successful payment, unaware of the incoming chaos. “oh heck yeah! thanks for the food, sis!” haechan’s hand sneaks around to hold the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. he only squeals like an anime girl as your hands slide up to push him away and turn to the cashier, apologizing profusely and failing to convince them that you’re not, in fact, related. “thanks for treating me, sweetheart.” “hey siri, search shooting ranges near me.” “wait, baby no-”

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

lovey, princess, my muse

fun fact: he loves being called prince. having matchy matchy names makes his heart full and gives his life purpose (his words)

i put those three down but honestly, it really depends on the day. he’s constantly making new ones every single hour

he sees you in the flowers growing in the cracks in the sidewalk (‘petal’), in the songs of the birds outside (‘birdy’), in that one painting he saw back in a museum in italy (‘angel’)

“oh wait, i like these!” you swipe through some candid photos jaemin took of you of a trip you two took a while back on his phone. “how come you didn’t send me these?” “if i sent you every picture i took of you you would think i’m a crazed stalker.” “i know you are and i still love you.” you smile at him before turning back to the phone screen. “urgh. you’re always changing my name in your contacts. what is it now?” “munchy.” “munchy?” you stare at him with your eyes furrowed, having turned in slow motion as if you heard him wrong. “that was the name of one of the tortoises we saw at the zoo. he was so cute. it reminded me of you when you eat pasta. so you’re munchy.” “…okay, jaem. thanks, i think.”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

babe, dollface, beautiful

surprisingly, not a big petname user. not at first at least

but one time he clocked you getting pouty and in your head and learned that you liked being called sweet things other than your name.

“what’s wrong with your name? i like your name, dollface.” you can see something switch inside of his mind. “mmm, okay. i’ll try.”

“i miss you…” even through the phone, chenle can’t help but smile at your voice. “please don’t die.” “i’m at the grocery store for ice cream you asked for, dollface. i’m not gonna die.” “what if you get hit by a car?” you sniffle, hormones overwhelming you. “i’ll survive.” “how do you know?” “i just do. you should know by now i’m superman, babe.” “fly home, le. wanna cuddle.” “don’t threaten me with a good time.” he chuckles, phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he places your ice cream—and a couple other things he thought you might appreciate—on the counter to be rung up. “stay put, beautiful. i’m coming.”

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

babe, dude, pretty (used EXCLUSIVELY behind closed doors)

bro gets embarrassed just breathing air, you think he’s gonna have the guts to be cheesy with you in public?

even calling you babe in public has him with his voice lowered.

it’s really counteractive considering being so shy about things brings only more attention to him from his friends

“could you pass me my phone?” jisung’s request flies over your head as the group conversation is alive and well around you. “babe,” he mutters, finally getting your attention. “can you pass me my phone?” in good 7dream fashion, all the boys ‘ooh’ at him, haechan and mark fangirling obnoxiously. “baby darling sugarplum angelface!” donghyuck mocks, laughing at jisung holding his head in his hands, being consoled by your rubbing his back. “could you pass me my phone, my darling sweetheart pookiebear cupcake?”

author's note i fear i'm running out of themes for fic headers !!!!! why was i not blessed with the moodboard bone all my other lovely mutuals have D:

[hexgaywire]

Hi! Could I ask for a short fic (SFW) of Hex comforting his S/O (preferably female) after she gets home tired, from a stressful day of work because she had to stay extra hours? Thanks in advance~ 💕

This is the perfect request I love you 5ever for requesting Hex too. I'd be happy to do this.

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Hex comforting his tired S/O

Ft. Hex Haywire

Warnings: Established relationship, mentions of burnout, food mentions, hurt/comfort type beat

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It had been a long day at work. You're burnt out having to do overtime, your boss had been nagging you all day and all you wanted to do was go back to your apartment with your lovely boyfriend lay down and die.

When you finally clock out for the day you feel the rest of the weight of commuting home start to cave on you. "Only a little longer." You sigh to yourself. Your eyes feel heavy and your body feels like it could give out at any moment.

-

Finally reaching home you fumble for your keys and unlock the door. The smell of food wafts through your nose as soon as you open the door. "Darling is that you?" You hear Hex call from the kitchen. "Yeah it's me." You responded weakly as you set down your stuff and took off your shoes.

You trek into the kitchen, Hex is a sight to behold. He's in an apron, cooking the most delicious meal you've ever seen. "You've been busy." You smile at him. He sighs at you. "So have you! I mean you must be exhausted darling. I just wanted to help out by making you some food so you wouldn't have to deal with that when you got home." He smiles.

You could cry, and you do. He's just so caring and you had such a long day. You sniffle and sob. Hex shuts off the stove and rushes to your side.

He guides your sobbing form to the sofa and gently strokes your back. Once both of you are sat you immediately crawl into his arms and hiccups out a few more sobs. Hex gently shushes, continuing to rub small circles into your back. "Tough day?" He gently prods. You nod silently. "I've got you, I don't want you to worry about anything else tonight." Hex kisses the top of your head.

After holding you for a while you eventually calm down. "Thank you for being amazing Hex. I genuinely don't know what I'd do without you." He smiles warmly at you. "I don't know what I'd do without you, you're amazing and you do so much. I'm just here to remind you that you're loved and I'm extremely proud of you." You squeeze him tightly. " If you want we can take a little nap before you eat? " he suggested. " I'd like that idea." You say as you cozy up on the couch with him and drift off into a nap.

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This was not beta read I literally wrote this at work so if there's any mistakes I'm sorry. Hope you enjoyed it! My requests are still open!

[849]

hey, we havent really talked in 5ever because im super boring and have nothing to rly talk about, but jsyk i still care about u and hope ure doing ok in life

im glad ure getting into selfshipping its super fun! i just played mouthwashing recently and i enjoyed it so much im glad you did too

(sent to this blog cuz u have asks off on ur main hdjshfjsda sorry)

Sorry I took off asks on my main because I only gotten mean asks on there ;.;

but..

wala.... I don't know who this is but!! I am always down to talk if you are ok with it... I hope you are doing well too <3 I mostly been getting sick and visiting hospitals >_<

& YESSS I never selfshipped so I am super new to it but Anya.....she is my wife <3 (I have a blog specifically for us too @anyaazel) I'm super happy you liked it too!!! *frolics together*

[loisfreakinglane]

Do you have any ship regrets? Like a ship you were ALL IN on, but then dropped - be it because the source material didn't treat them right, their fandom annoyed you, the actors ended up being trash, etc.?

oh TOTALLY. YES. a lot of these i have not revisited in years so we're operating off of vague recollections here, BUT HERE'S A LIST OF SEVERAL OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD. not a comprehensive list but a ramble i'm sorry

clay/gemma on sons of anarchy. i love villainous marrieds and complicated ships, but. then he beat the shit out of her. idk idk i'm just left with a lot of mixed feelings here. clearly i can under other circumstances move beyond this kind of shitty occurence (it took me a long time to get past ep 5 of iwtv bc of this) but i never quite got over this with clay/gemma. when they were good tho they were AMAZING. i love an evil king and queen. but ya kno. yikes

max/murphy on in the dark. the second i was given leslie/max i was so immediately VIBIN i realized that like. i'd never REALLY loved max/murphy. i'd just been shipping what was in front of me, being super into casey deidrick, and brushing off a lot of the bad vibes i felt about it. and lol i never watched the last season but i heard about how shit went down with leslie/max so like thats not a forever otp or anything, it just helped me realize that max/murphy was not really my jam

dorothy/lucas on emerald city. this is a ship that i was into the idea of, then shipped like BURNING at the end of that ep when he keeps trying to tell the knock knock joke and she was like internally screaming. but then we got his identity, fixed his amnesia, and his love for glinda, and it just. it ruined a good thing is what i have to say. it just left me annoyed at the end of the day.

bonnie/jeremy on tvd. i know a lot of my friends were anti this ship to start with for a lot of reasons (and a lot of ppl were anti it back in the day bc they were still hoping for jeremy/tyler) but they had some cute content, and honestly I was relieved there was SOMEONE who was putting bonnies life first. but then he cheated on her with a ghost.......... i love anna but. REALLY?

jessica/luke in the marvel netflix universe. oh this one hurts. this one hurts a lot. i LOOOOOOOOOOVE comics jessica/luke. ANOTHER FUCK FIRST FEELINGS LATER SHIP! I LOVE THOSE! and when we first saw them together in the jessica jones show i thought it was going great! the actors have good chemistry and i loved their interactions! BUT. THEN. SHE KILLED HIS WIFE. AND SHE KNEW THIS AND HAD BEEN STALKING HIM OUT OF GUILT. AND THEN HAD SEX WITH HIM KNOWING SHE KILLED HIS WIFE. look obviously reva's death was not her fault, in any way. she had zero control over that situation. but she had control over her actions during the series, and she chose to get close to luke and have sex with him, knowing exactly how his wife died and that kilgrave was behind it, and not telling him shit til she absolutely had to. i can appreciate their relationship for what it is in that universe, but i reALLY can't ship it anymore.

bay/emmett on switched at birth. they were SO CUTE. SOOOOOOOOO CUTE. i loved this ship a lot. then the show got more boring and i stopped watching it, and then like?? he was a huge asshole?? after she was assaulted?? LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK. idk whatever way you slice it, however that all went down in context that i'm missing, it just sounds like such a betrayal and now i get twitchy thinking about it

hayley/elijah on the originals. i distinctly remember being super hype the first time they had sex. then after she became a vampire, he became extraordinarily judgmental and i just shut down at the idea entirely. extremely meh to me 5ever

some other vague ones: jim/any of his love interests on gotham (they kept STARTING good but then jim being jim it........ blew up), len/sara and barry/len in the dc tv universe (len/sara became boring to me much much quicker, esp bc the fandom surrounding it left a lot to be desired. barry/len took longer and i still really appreciate the dynamic but i began finding it kinda boring lol. its a westallen micklen life for ME) (i can still get into coldwestallen tho, that's still fun for me and its a very different kind of fandom angle that's not so..... uwu little barry and his zaddy type of vibe), so many ships on good trouble they really worked overtime to RUIN, i still cannot belieeeeeeeve hit the floor wrote ahsha/derek off by saying he was angry at her for having an abortion (one of many WHAT THE FUCK SEASON 4?!?!?!! moments), a ship i won't name that i was into for a few seasons, then started finding boring, then their stans started sending me kill yourself anons bc i'd started shipping a competing ship (IT'S NOT A GREAT LOOK YOU GUYS), james/kara on supergirl was SO CUTE and the show immediately destroyed it the second they could, in a way that just leaves me annoyed and bitter and incapable of shipping the season 1 version anymore, CHASE/GERT IN THE RUNAWAYS SHOW, another example where i still ship their comics selves hardcore but god. i hate some of the choices they made for their tv counterparts, and season 2 really killed a lot of it for me.

i'm sure theres fifty more EXTREMELY PRESSING EXAMPLES but this is all i got for now <333

[wingardiumlcviosa-blog]

Hermione’s interest level in Quidditch was directly proportionate to how many people in her life were currently playing it. To put it mathematically: 

Thus, if anyone asked her to attend a game and no one she knew was on either side, she’d politely decline. If she were, however, watching Ginny play (as she was at that precise moment), she was as enthusiastic a fan as any. “NICE ONE, GINNY!” she shouted as her friend scored a goal for the Holyhead Harpies. The war had taken much from them, but moments like this helped repair the damage - or at least ensure that it wasn’t so prevalent in their minds.

After the game, she and Ron went to greet the youngest Weasley sibling, and Hermione wrapped her in an embrace. “You were brilliant!” she complimented her. Hermione may not have cared much about the game if Ginny weren’t in it, but she knew the difference between a talented player and a mediocre one. Ginny was most certainly very high on the “talented” end of the spectrum.  ( @gxt-enough-nxrve ) 

[hajimescutie]

Madi Madi Madi omg angst to fluff time... when they get to busy with work and their kid thinks their dad hates them :0 - 🦉

# — their kid thinks their dad hates them

includes: o. miya, k. sakusa, & r. suna x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: some swearing and sad little kids

a/n: :o you know how much i luv angst to fluff 🦉anon. so sorry this took 5ever. i hope you like it! ilysm <3

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OSAMU:

you both knew what you were getting into when you decided to have a child with osamu. with him being the owner of his own, very popular, restaurant, it was inevitable that he wouldn't be home a lot.

but you didn't think it would come to the point where your little girl would constantly cry every night before bed, wailing for her father.

"when is daddy coming home?"

"i miss daddy..."

"i wanna stay up until daddy comes home!"

seeing tears stream down her chubby little cheeks broke your heart as each day passed. you tried to talk to osamu about it, hopefully opening his eyes on how much he's been neglecting his time with you and the little munchkin. but, that would only end up in arguments, and at this point you were fed up with it.

the worst part was that osamu knew he wasn't spending enough time at home as he should. but he just gets so busy. he works with some incompetent people so he has to step in and work twice as hard. he figured it would all pay off in the end, when really it's doing quite the opposite.

so tonight, even though he told you he was scheduled to close at the restaurant, he was able to find someone to cover for him. he didn't tell you, since he wanted to surprise you, and made his way home, driving a little faster than usual.

when he walked in, he tried to be as discreet as possible to not disturb the surprise. he walked to your guy's shared bedroom, only not to find you in there. he did hear a small giggle though, his heart soaring at the thought of being able to finally spend some time with his little girl and with his beloved partner.

he tiptoed toward her room, seeing that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. he peeked through the crack and saw you both on the floor playing with her toys. he was about to walk in before he heard a question that undoubtedly shattered his world.

you were mindlessly playing with the toys when you heard your daughter ask, "does... does daddy hate me?"

your head immediately shot up, eyes wide with sadness and heartbreak. "no, no, no, no, baby come here," as soon as you pulled her into your chest, her little sobs started to surround the room, your own eyes filling with tears.

"daddy doesn't hate you at all, my sweet angel. what makes you think that?" you asked, caressing her back.

her small voice was muffled by your shirt, "d-daddy's never home anymore... s-so he must not like me anymore, r-right?"

osamu took that as his cue to step into the room, startling both you and your daughter. you let the tears fall as soon as your saw him, his own getting watery at the sight of your weeping child.

he sat down next to the both of you, reaching for her and pulling her onto his lap. she looked up at him with a wide, teary gaze," daddy? you're home?"

"i'm home, angel. i'm here. daddy could never hate ya okay?" he cradled her chubby cheeks in his large palms, swiping away any stray tears.

"y-you promise?"

samu felt a couple of tears slip from his eyes, "i promise. i'm sorry i made ya feel like i hated ya. i love ya, i love ya both so much."

you crawled over to osamu and your daughter, pulling them into a group hug as you all wept on the floor of the bedroom. this was osamu's wake up call. he was going to be better, and you knew he would.

SAKUSA:

sakusa knows he hasn’t been the best father. he could tell from the way his little boy always had tear-stained cheeks whenever he went into his room when he got home from practice; or when he’d find you both fast asleep on the couch, most likely from waiting for him to get home.

you’ve exasperated the grief your child is going through to the curly-haired male on multiple occurrences. his excuse was always that he had to practice, or that hinata made him stay late to practice spiking, or he lost track of time.

sakusa used every possible excuse in the book. in all honesty, it broke his heart to see his little family so troubled all because he wasn’t home often. he’d been wanting to do better, but he just never had any time.

he rarely ever had a break, and if he did, it was either spent practicing or sleeping. you were at your breaking point and sakusa was on thin ice when it came to maintaining a good relationship with your child.

unfortunately, your breaking point was tonight when your little boy asked you a question before bed that completely threw you off.

“does daddy hate me?”

you immediately started crying, pulling your son into lap as your cradled him. “my baby boy, daddy could never hate you.”

"but he's never home... maybe it's because of me," that's when he starts to cry, balling up his fists to wipe away any tears that escaped his sad eyes.

"he's just busy, sweetie. i know he's never home but he loves you so much, i promise," you responded, sweeping the hair out of his face.

after you settled him down in bed, you trekked back into your bedroom, thoughts racing throughout your brain. your body was in shock, and you needed to have a very serious conversation with sakusa. you couldn't believe he let it get to this point to where your own child was questioning if his father even loved him. it broke your heart into a million pieces.

speak of the devil, right as you were about to climb into bed you heard the front door open and shut.

“now or never,” you guessed.

you waited patiently for him to saunter into your room, wracking your brain for any way of how to bring up a conversation like this to the curly-haired male.

after what felt like forever, he finally came in with tired eyes, his mask pulled under his chin, a frown evident on his handsome face. his eyes widened slightly to see you glaring at him, "you're still up?"

you didn't answer him, instead turning your head to break the eye contact, anger starting to build up in your chest. sakusa dropped his bag near the bed, coming to stand in front of you.

"what's wrong?" he asked, worry filled in his eyes.

there was a minute of silence before you finally looked up at him again, sakusa's heart dropping slightly as he saw something in your eyes. something he knew wasn't going to be good.

"i just had the weirdest conversation with our son today..." you started, "i was tucking him into bed, about to say goodnight before he asked me this question."

sakusa gulped, afraid of your next words.

"you wanna know what he said? he asked 'does daddy hate me?'" you snarled, making dead eye contact as you spat each word, hopefully getting him to realize how close he is to ruining everything.

sakusa felt like his whole world collapsed. he felt out of breath, so much he had to sit down on the edge of the bed. he ran a shaky hand through his black curls, head hanging low as he was beginning to feel like the worst parent in the world. how could he not have seen how much this was damaging your family? all those times he ditched you both for some more unnecessary practice, all those times of going to do god knows what with the msby team. how did it take him this long to realize how much his actions were hurting you and his son?

you came to stand in front of him. your intentions weren't to make him feel like a bad parent, you weren't trying to compete to see who was better at taking care of your guys' child. you loved sakusa more than anything in this world, all you wanted was the bare minimum; for him to make time for you and your son.

"omi, look at me."

when he did, you were surprised to see tears in his black eyes. you were about to open your mouth to continue when he suddenly grasped the end of your pajama shirt desperately, "please. don't leave me. don't take him. i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry."

you let out a shaky sigh, feeling your eyes begin to burn with tears.

"omi-"

"no, please let me speak."

you gave him a look before nodding sadly. he let out a deep breath, "i know i haven't been the best dad lately. i know i've been neglecting you, our son, our family. i know it shouldn't have taken me this long to realize that. i'm truly sorry for putting you both through that. i never want to make him feel like that again. i'll be better, i'll cut back on practice, i'll come home earlier-"

"daddy?"

you both whipped your heads to the bedroom door, seeing your son rubbing his eye tiredly with his little fist. "daddy? you're home?"

sakusa was over to him in an instant, scooping him up in his arms and hugging him with all he has. that's when the tears fell free, for both of you.

"hi bubs, daddy's here. i don't hate you. i love you so much, you're my world, both of you are."

he felt tiny hands make their way to his hair, playing with the frayed curls as your son's little head slumped on sakusa's shoulder. you walked over to the duo quietly, standing in front of you lover and wrapping your arms around the both of them. you felt a kiss on the top of your head as more tears and sniffles were let out.

"i'm going to be better. i promise."

SUNA:

you were at your wits end with suna.

this was the third time in three weeks that he had blown off yet another family date. when your daughter came into your life, you wanted to make an occasion where at least once a week you both take a day to spend time with your daughter, whether it be staying at home and watching movies or going out to eat or whatever the case may be.

it was always the same excuse.

"sorry babe, they're making us stay later for practice. raincheck?"

you felt like you were going to crush your phone while you dialed suna's number. you really didn't want to express your anger in front of your daughter, but you were left with no other choice.

although, you were slightly thankful when he didn't answer, but all the more frustrated that he's skipped out on yet another date. you let your phone slip out of your hand and onto the table at the restaurant you were at. you let out a frustrated sigh.

"is daddy not coming?" your daughter asked with a pout on her lips.

you frowned at her, "no, i'm sorry baby. he has practice again."

you both sat in silence, looking over the menu finally since you were waiting on suna so you could order. it wasn't until you heard a small sniffle that made your head shoot up, your daughter silently crying into her hands.

"oh sweet girl, come here," you pulled her into your side, rubbing your hand up and down her back, trying to calm her down.

as you were comforting her, you saw suna's contact appear on your phone, vibrating on the table. you let out a scoff, pressing what you thought was the ignore button.

"does daddy hate me?" you heard her ask from beside you.

you froze, the hand on her back pausing. you took her face in your hand gently, making sure that her gaze met yours.

"my sweet girl, daddy could never hate you, you hear me? he loves you so much. he just... gets busy," you reassured her.

if you weren't frustrated before, you were beyond fucking livid. you silent cursed yourself, cursed suna, cursed everything that was around you for her father making her feel hated because he wasn't showing up to your dates anymore.

once she calmed down, you promised to get her whatever dessert she wanted, hoping to end this date on a good note. as you both drove home, it was silent. you were too much in your thoughts about what your little one said to you. you kept hearing her question repeat over and over in your head, your heart breaking each time it replayed.

you finally pulled up to the house, a confused look appearing on your face when you saw suna's car parked in the driveway.

"weird," you thought, "maybe he got picked up from the house today."

but, your thoughts were wrong when you walked into your home to see it completely decorated with lights, flower petals, and some snacks near the tv where your daughter's favorite movie was paused. and in the middle of it all stood your tall, green-eyed lover with a sheepish look on his face, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

"rin," you started, "what is all this?"

"daddy!!!" your daughter ran straight to her father, wrapping her little arms around his tall legs.

he dropped the flowers and crouched down to her height, pulling her into a tight hug. he snuggled his face into her neck, feeling tears spring to his eyes, "hi sweet girl, i'm sorry i couldn't make it to the date today... i hope you know i could never hate you, you know that right?"

your eyes widened at his statement, thinking back to dinner when you realized now that you had accidentally accepted the call.

when suna heard those words come out of the small girl's mouth, he immediately told the coach he had to skip the rest of practice. he didn't wait for a response, bag already backed as he bolted out the door and to his car.

he cursed himself the whole way home. he felt like a piece of shit, he couldn't believe that he made his own child question whether or not he loved her. it's not that he intentionally misses the dates, the team is just always swamped with practice and it makes him lose track of time. whatever the case may be, it wasn't an excuse and he had to think of a quick way to make it up to the both of you. which led him to here.

"but daddy, you never show up to our dates anymore..." she mumbled with a pout.

"i know baby, and i'm so sorry. from now on, i'm going to be better, for both of you," he looked up at you when he said the last bit, placing a kiss on your daughter's forehead before making his way to you.

"'m so sorry, angel. i was- no, i am an idiot. i shouldn't have neglected you or her. can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"

you were about to answer when you felt little arms wrap around your legs and suna's, both of you looking down to see your little munchkin holding you tight.

you felt a smile creep on your face, looking back up to your lover, "okay rin."

"i love you both, so much."

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[thecassadilla]

Fluff prompts : Kristanna sharing blankets, please!!!

Anon, I am SO sorry for keeping you hanging for so long with this one!!! This has been sitting in my inbox for way too long, and I am so ashamed that it took me 5ever to answer this prompt. I really hope you enjoy this modern au camping fic!!!! Admittedly...some parts of it may be a little odd, but I genuinely think the best way to describe it is "couple who has been together for a long time are super comfortable with each other." Anyway, I hope you like it and I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!!!! 💕

Special thank you to Rhianne (@tamorasky) for answering my questions about what camping is like and for helping me figure out some of the details for this one. Love you lots 💕

1. "Here, let's share the blanket." Send me a prompt!

Anna was not an early riser; if she was given the option, she’d choose to sleep in until ten or eleven every morning, and then spend another hour cuddled up in bed until she finally gained the motivation to get up. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was the opposite. Most days it felt like he was up at the crack of dawn, always eager to seize the day and get a head start on whatever tasks he had to accomplish.

And apparently, going on vacation wasn’t enough of a reason to justify sleeping in a bit later than usual.

Granted, she wouldn’t necessarily compare a camping trip with a stay in a luxury resort and week spent on the beach, but spending a weekend doing one of Kristoff’s favorite things left her with little to complain about. The things that made him happy always made her happy in turn, save for the early rising and the freezing cold weather.

Suffice to say, waking up to the sensation of her heat source pulling away from her and pressing his lips to her temple for a brief, chaste kiss before exiting the tent was not how she’d envisioned waking up that morning. She groaned, burying her face in the pillow and trying to will herself back to sleep for a little while longer, but found the sensation of her slightly numb toes too distracting.

After tossing and turning a few times, Anna reluctantly accepted that she would not be falling back to sleep that morning, and would instead have to get up and face the day. The clock on her phone alerted her to the fact that it was just past seven o’clock, which meant they still had a long day ahead of them. With a sigh, she begrudgingly pulled the blanket over her shoulders and sauntered out of the tent. Kristoff was standing next to the camp stove, presumably making himself a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” Anna grumbled, taking a seat on the wooden bench and pulling the blanket more tightly around her.

“Morning, sunshine,” Kristoff crooned, his smile growing at the sight of her. “What are you doing up so early?”

“I woke up when you left the tent.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, fidgeting with some of the utensils he’d laid out on the table.

“I know,” she sighed. “It’s not your fault. But it is too cold out for me to sleep by myself. Remind me - who thought going camping in November was a good idea?”

“That would be your sister,” he chuckled, nodding his head towards one of the still occupied tents. “I mean, I guess technically I was the one who suggested camping. But she chose the dates.”

“Mmm. I’m of the opinion that camping should be off the table from November to April unless we’re staying indoors.”

“That’s a fair compromise.” Kristoff smiled lopsidedly, setting a cup of coffee down in front of her. “Though, you do look awfully adorable cocooned in the blanket like that.”

“Thank you.” Anna grinned back at him, a familiar warmth blossoming beneath her skin and reminding her that even on the coldest of days, Kristoff was capable of making her cheeks and the tips of her ears burn with affection. The longer they were together, the stronger warm, fuzzy, fluttery feelings she felt towards him grew, and she hoped that those feelings would never, ever go away.

With a low groan, he took the seat next to her, cradling the mug of steaming coffee between the palms of his hands. She peered up at him, observing that with every breath he took, a small cloud of condensation escaped his lips. “It is pretty cold out here today, huh?”

“It is. Here, let’s share the blanket,” Anna offered without a shred of hesitation. She loosened her grip on the edge, standing up for a moment so she could free the portion that had been underneath her before draping it over his shoulders. He pulled it over his body and she scooted closer to him, cuddling into his side as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

She reveled in the warmth that his body provided her; though she couldn’t quite understand how or why, he appeared to radiate more heat than the average person. They balanced each other out, though. She tended to run on the colder side of the spectrum, often needing more layers in colder weather to preserve any warmth she could while Kristoff happily paraded around in shorts and a t-shirt until it was uncomfortably cold outside. She tended to enjoy warmer weather as a result, while he often complained that it was ‘too hot’ outside.

And while he claimed he didn’t enjoy the sensation of her icy cold feet pressing against his calves as they laid in bed on blustery winter evenings, he never stopped her from doing it, either. A playful shove, or a teasing warning to ‘get those icicles away from me’ never ended with anything less than a fit of giggles, and her feet always stood exactly where they were.

“So, I guess this is what our relationship has turned into,” Kristoff announced, his warm brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “I make you coffee, and you share your blankets with me.”

“I think it’s a fair arrangement,” Anna smirked. “We keep each other warm.”

He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. “Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t like our little arrangement. I like it a lot, actually.”

“Good,” she smiled. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“I have to go to the townsite to grab a few things for tonight, and then I figured we could go for a hike before it gets too dark.”

“I’ll come with you to the townsite. I forgot to bring my deodorant and dry shampoo, so I need to grab some.”

“Oh, so that’s what that smell was,” Kristoff teased. “I thought a skunk sprayed the camp last night.”

“Rude.” Anna rolled her eyes. “I don’t smell that bad.”

“I don’t think you have the best grasp on your own odor, baby. You’re pretty smelly.”

She pouted, pushing her lower lip outwards and furrowing her brows. “I don’t complain when you smell bad.”

“You do, actually,” he chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against her hairline. “But I’m only teasing. You smell fine.”

Unwilling to let him off the hook so easily, Anna crossed her arms over her chest and feigned anger. “Yeah, well, now I’m self-conscious. Maybe you’re just immune to my stench because you’ve been around me for so long.”

Kristoff laughed boisterously, shaking his head from side to side. “You’re such a drama queen. Don’t worry, we’ll get you some deodorant and then you’ll be back to smelling like...whatever it is that your deodorant smells like.”

“Vanilla,” she scoffed playfully, swatting at his chest as if knowing the specific scent of her deodorant should’ve been a given. “Come on, Kris, keep up!”

“I guess to be totally fair, I don’t even know what my own deodorant smells like.”

“Sandalwood and timber.”

His mouth fell open slightly. “How do you know that?!”

“Because you smell like a lumberjack,” she giggled. “Also because I see the label every time I open the bathroom cabinet. And because I buy it every time it’s my turn to do the grocery shopping.”

“Sheesh,” he blinked. “I guess I’d better start paying closer attention to things. Normally I just throw the first one I grab into the cart and forget about it.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a very attentive boyfriend,” Anna murmured, leaning in closer to him. “And that’s what really matters.”

“Mmm,” Kristoff hummed, leaning in to capture her lips.

And just like that, any remaining thoughts about being cold were instantly forgotten. All she could think about was the sensation of his lips pressed against hers and the warmth that was flooding through her veins and pricking her skin.

If only the sound of a tent unzipping behind them hadn’t had to disturb them.

[scottstiles]

Malydia Crime Fighting Couple AU for @tylerssposeys

Lydia is a part-time consultant for the sheriff’s dept in Beacon Hills and Malia is the new girl at school with a huge crush. Lydia reluctantly let’s her tag along on the latest case, and finds herself falling for her clever and beautiful new partner. When they discover the suspect and help save the hostages, Lydia realizes she could have lost her soulmate. It’s the start of a literal kickass relationship.

[yuukimuras]

Fanfic Aesthetics: “A Perfect Soldier” - The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Fanfic by @matriarchcomputer

“I am a pawn. I always have been…” he signed.

“You may see yourself that way, but those friends of yours—I can see it—they see you differently…they see something more. Please don’t push them away. They want to help you.”

Requested by anonymous.

[rosecolouredash]

hi! i'm new to your blog and i think u're awesome☆ you know what would be hella cool to imagine? that you had a boyfriend on the rival hockey team (you being the goalie) and he cheats on you and HockeyTeammates!5sos find out, so on the next game completely WRECK the guy? especially Cashton excuse my horrible english

I'm so sorry this took 5ever! I'm still on vacation but hope you enjoy! I don't often get these so what a joy (also just getting back into some writing makes me really happy so thank you!)

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You stood squished between your captain and alternate, Ashton and Calum, on the ice—the three of you huddled against the boards of the Timberwolves’ bench where the rest of the team were seated. It was just minutes before your game against the Eagles as starting goalie but that was the least of your worries. You weren’t exactly in the right headspace when a low whistle from behind suddenly caught your attention.

Your boyfriend, rather ex-boyfriend from infidelity, skated past you and the Timberwolves—his stark white jersey contrasting with your royal blue.

The boys sharply turned to the address as Calum let out a huff through his nose. Squaring up, he called out, “yeah, keep skating if you know what’s good for you.”

The Eagle player skid to a stop, turning around to retort but he succumbed to the unwavering glares of your captains with the addition of Michael and Luke who moved to stand behind you, in solidarity. With their skates, they towered over your form more than usual.

The boys were well aware of the recent happenings between you and your ex. It was tonight’s game that they planned to show him what they do to people who mess with their own, especially you.

Swallowing his tongue, your ex-boyfriend skated to his bench while the referee’s pitched whistle signaled the start of the game.

Before you could position yourself in net, you felt a soft tap on your helmet. Peering up through the cage of your goalie mask, your eyes met green ones. Michael gave you a sheepish grin. “Hey, don’t worry about him.” His head tilted to gesture to the rest of the boys on the team. “We’ll take care of it.”

You received a quick pat on your shoulder pad, followed by a smile, in reassurance, from Luke and another pat from your first line defenseman who was usually positioned next to Calum. Speaking of the alternate captain, he finished a quiet conversation with Ashton and then skated towards you. Leaning in, he bumped his helmet against yours—the gesture in and of itself comforting—before taking his spot on the ice.

Before Ashton left for the center of the rink, he nodded his head towards you and then stuck out his tongue. When your fit of laughter quieted, you relaxed as you heard your captain loud and clear while skating in opposite directions.

“We’ve got you.”

Once Ashton made it to center ice, he was face-to-face with the lowlife that broke your heart. The Timberwolves’ captain grinned at his competitor and readied his hockey stick. “You’re going to wish like hell you hadn’t done what you did.”

Your ex had no time to respond when the puck was dropped. He had the puck for a moment before the Timberwolf checked him hard—knocking him onto the ice.

This was only the beginning of the onslaught of pain he was to receive by your teammates. Luke got in a few good hits to the board, as did Michael but it was your captains that made it clear that they were out for blood. After one particular hit from Calum, your ex tried to hit back. They both dropped gloves and circled around each other on the ice a couple of times. You skated towards the bench while the game was at a standstill at the fight. Your eyes didn’t leave the pair, even when taking a drink from your water bottle.

You grimaced and faced your captain who skated to be right next to you. “He’s going to get thrown out of the game.”

You watched as your ex grabbed a hold of the front of Calum’s jersey with one hand and vice-versa. With their dominant hands they tried to swing at one another.

Ashton let out a bit of a laugh. “You know, he warned me that he’d likely do something like this.”

You suddenly gasped when Calum’s fist made the first, and only, contact—with your ex’s face, no less. He immediately hit the ice while the referees had to hold back Calum who wanted to continue with a follow up.

“Damn, I was hoping he’d get another one in for me like we talked about.”

You stared wide-eyed at the words that escaped your captains lips.

The team roared with cheers as Calum made his way to the entrance leading back into the locker room—an unsubtle wink sent in your direction before disappearing from the rink.

[hannybstudies]

hi! i'm going into social work, and i was wondering if you had any tips - the last post that you gave on tips for social work majors was september of last year! do you have any updated things you've learned?

hi, fellow social worker!! sorry it took me 5ever to respond but it makes me so happy when I meet another SW major :’) my post here is still a pretty accurate list of tips! but since you’ve asked so kindly, I’ll give you some additional things I’ve learned:

“first, do no harm”

I’m not entirely sure where this saying comes from and frankly I’m too lazy to look it up right now but anyways…my supervisor told me this on my first day of internship. she discussed with me that I would be taking lead in a lot of sessions this year. I visibly became frightened because I’ve never been alone in session. but, my supervisor reminded me, “just do no harm!”

this took a great deal of pressure off of me. I realized that every session I conduct does not have to be perfect or revolutionary. however, the most important thing is making sure that I am only being a benefit for those kiddos. does that make sense? (i feel like I’m not describing this well…)

be flexible

there has never been a day at my practicum that goes exactly as planned. most likely, there will always be a wrench thrown in your day. so it’s important to be flexible! when you have a session planned but a client has something else they’d rather discuss, then it’s important to recognize the client’s needs. sometimes my supervisor and I will be walking to grab a student from class but a teacher stops us to tell us about a different student we need to evaluate for suicidal ideation. there are always bumps in the road so it’s important to go with the flow!!

apply your learning to real life

when you’re learning a new concept, I find it beneficial to note “real life” examples of the situation. for example, when I was learning about therapeutic techniques, I would search on YouTube for a role play session using the same techniques! (i.e. learning about cognitive-behavioral therapy and looking at techniques using the miracle question in session) this helps me wrap my brain around the concept!

value + manage your time

when it’s time to go home, go home. when it’s time to take a lunch, take a lunch. this job requires a lot of energy and boundary setting. it’s important that you value your time “off the clock” and account for your self care! it’s easy to take your work home and spend all evening worrying about your caseload but you’re not doing your clients a favor by dismissing your own needs!

hope these tips helped! let me know if you have any questions or worries! we social workers gotta stick together ;)

[conspiracvvvvv-blog]

I know this is going to seem super random and that you made the gif hunt a long time ago. But I've been desperately looking for more resources of Rebecca [Breeds] Mitchell and I just wanted to thank you for the resources because she's so so underused but she portrays one of my main muses and I'm just super super grateful. So I wanted to say thank you and bless you because they're seriously beautiful and finding your gifs made my life. Sending all my love and light to you.

HELLO! omg im so sorry this took 5ever and a day for me to get to. BUT ugh this message is so sweet and i hope you don’t mind me posting this?! this way i can save it and go back to it

[yawpyawp]

Hey buddy I'm hella confused what is a biscuit in America? Biscuits in Australia are often hardcore sweet things with chocolate or mashmallows not these fuckin scone or damper looking baked good thingos. What do you eats biscuits with? Are they sweet or savoury? Do you have scones as well? Please help. Im very confused. Do you put butter on them? I've been thinking about this for ten minutes now

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Biscuit anon again please I have more questions. Are they dry or soft? Dense or airy? I googled them and saw the phrase biscuits and gravy and it didn’t help any I just pictured some iced vovos with gravy and got grossed out. I’m having culture shock at midnight man I haven’t even left my bedroom this is just such a strange difference?? It’s like when I went to DC one time and asked for chips with my meal and they gave me a packet of crinkle cut? I wanted like beer batter chips I was distraught

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sorry bud I didn’t mean to send you so many asks about biscuits I just haven’t spoken to anyone all day so logically you were the one to just start talking to? at midnight?? it’s just you said hi to your cats for me the other day that was real nice I hope you know I APPRECIATED IT.

YO ANON SORRY IT TOOK 5EVER TO ANSWER YOU LOL.DISCLAIMER: I’m from the northeast in the US, and biscuits are much more a southern thing, imho, so I’m probably not the best person to ask lol. 

These are North American biscuits. I think the closest thing to compare them to is scones, which we do have here, but biscuits are way more buttery and flaky and less dense. (They’re pretty much as different from scones as cupcakes are from muffins. Similar but totally separate baked goods.)

Biscuits can be sweet or savory. You can eat them with jam and butter like you would a scone, and I like to eat them with honey. (Imho you really don’t need to put butter on biscuits bc they’re already like 95% butter.) Biscuits and gravy is really popular too, especially in the south. It’s also super common to eat them with fried chicken.

Also you can totally just eat them plain like they’re so friggin delicious BASICALLY THEY ARE A GIFT TO HUMANITY OKAY :D