#ok but now the fic writer part of my brain is stirring too…

[dice-n-antlers]

I’m probably late to the party on this one, but… I have come to the realization that you can give your companions both Wildheart Barbarian piercings AND Draconic Sorcerer scales.

That’s it.

I’m doing a bling-team playthrough.

Everyone’s getting 1 level of Sorcerer, 3 levels of Barbarian, and 8 levels of their canon class. May the gods have mercy on my soul.

[botwstoriesandsuch]

[Image ID: A screenshot of an anon asking saying “I just wanna say that your tags whenever you rb art and fics are so cute 🥺 you reblogged something of mine the other day and the tags were just so nice and innocent??? It’s like watching a little kid at an aquarium 😝so as an artist I thank you, hope you don’t take it as cringy” End ID]

- - - - - 

Cringey?? nonononono I may be a young kid watching the pretty fish swim aimlessly in the aquarium but I will

recklessly enjoy other people’s content don’t test me

I try to keep it in the tags cause I don’t wanna take away from the op’s original work, plus it makes it easier for other people to rb it from me, but I will amp up the love and appreciation when the situation calls for it. You could straight up come into my inbox or messages and just ask me to give you a reblog and I will do it, I do not care I love you, content creators.

Cringe Culture is dead it’s time to gush plus if I do this often enough people might do it more for me so it’s a win win hehe

Legit, I got a super sweet comment on one of my fics quoting something I wrote and it made me so happy so I was like “huh, guess I’ll do that more often then” and now I’m doing that, that’s how impressionable I am asdfghjk

Also hello?? specifically *my* tags helped you out?? I am a nobody, CLEARLY not enough people are doing this smh, allow me to teach the masses for a sec here

How To Make A Content Creator Happy: the world’s simplest guide to spreading serotonin through a keyboard

Step fucking one) You reblog it. I mean, that’s a given. You’ve all seen those “reblogs help creators out and likes do nothing” posts so I won’t rant too much. Likes are good, but reblogs are like handing someone a stack of a hundred dollars and all it takes is one click! 

(PRO TIP: Hold down the button and swipe for mobile, and hold the left alt button and click once for computer [though it will only rb to your main blog. if you want it for a side-blog then you’re stuck with two clicks but HEY two clicks to help out a creator you like is nothing!])

You share it! Just share stuff. Share the ao3 like, please do it. Don’t repost, don’t just mention it, give the links especially when you’re just in conversation or talking about it around plz I swear it does wonders

Ok moving on to the super simple stuff for commenting and putting stuff in the tags because I guarantee that the op will read them

write A N Y T H I N G and I literally mean anything just fucking:

!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sdjflksdjfkjh

?!?!?!?!!?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhhhhhhhh

:OOOOOOOOO

prettyyy

<33333333333333333

just fucking go ham, go nuts, it doesn’t need to be coherent it just needs to EXIST the very existence of someone enjoying someone’s content gives so much serotonin so stop being silent cowards and give us a smiley face from time to time

uh what else what else....hmm [golden rule is treat others the way you want to be treated, so if you’re a creator yourself, just give whatever you would want seen in the comments of your stuff! I mean that’s how I came up with all this...]

Point out the details! I mentioned earlier about quoting stuff from fics (that stuff is just 👌👌👌 so delicious) but I’m pretty sure (I’m not an artist myself don’t quote me) that the exact same effect is present when you talk about details in art or something. So talk about that pretty snowflake in the background! Or that piece of dialogue that made you laugh. Just a simple nod to the details is a big difference between saying “I like this” versus “I like this thing that you took the time to make the effort you put into the details did not go unnoticed”

just ALL the feedback please and thank you

this might vary from person to person, though personally I love when people are like “The way you write imagery is so good please do more!!” so just give a little nod to someone like “The way you draw this character is amazing please do more” or something like that

I wouldn’t go as far as to give criticism (although personally I’m the type of person that loves the occasionally critique for future reference, cause it means that you care as much as I do about the quality of my work) 

But along the same lines as the details thing, a nice nod to a creator about what they’re doing right is sooooo good! makes the butterflies flutter

                ~~~~~~Did that post give you emotions?~~~~~~

   G   O   O   D

 ~~FUCKING TELL US~~

THE ACT OF SOMEONE WRITING A SET OF LETTERS, OR SOMEONE SKETCHING A BLOB MADE ANOTHER DISTANT HUMAN BEING DEVELOP CHEMICALS IN THEIR BRAIN?? SURE WOULD LOVE TO KNOW THAT BECAUSE WOW THAT’S AMAZING!?!??

just go “I’m so happy” or “I’m so sad” just “TT__TT” just fucking “:OO” or just “I hate this” [HUMOURISTICALLY] and “I can’t believe you’ve done” just give it yes tell us the emotion that you have felt we love it

I don’t think enough people understand how amazing that is???? You were once in a normal, neutral state, and then a piece of content that I created just made you smile or laugh or cry like WHAT that’s amazing omg

Ok so that’s pretty much the simple stuff right, that’s your elementary classwork right there

Just give something, literally anything and just go “I love this so much!!!!!” bam done, you just murdered the op with your love, great job

So yeah, that’s that. Pretty simple stuff, no?

...but you wanna graduate to master class?

You wanna fucking go ape shit

you wanna just

g o    t o    town?

I said this was gonna be a simple guide so don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell you that you have to write a full length essay on every post that you come across

[BUT IF YOU WANT TO DON’T LET ME STOP YOU THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE AMAZING?? HELL WRITING OUT A PARAGRAPH OF A COMMENT IS ALREADY JUST *CHEFS KISS* MASTERCLASS OF MURDERING THE OP WITH LOVE JUST ANALYZING THE SHIT OUT OF THE COLORS AND SHADING AND FRAMING OR JUST POINTING OUT THE THEMES AND SUBTEXT AND CHARACTERIZATION --part of the reason I love betaing stuff so much because I can analyze shit and shower it with premature love while also helping fics to be even better than they were originally ugh so cleansing for my literature heart-- SO YEAH GIVE CREATORS A PARAGRAPH, DARE I DREAM OF PARAGRAPHS, BECAUSE WOW YES PLEASE YES]

...ahem anyway

the way to graduate from good to great as a receiver of content is

to do all this

any of this

any of this simple stupid amazing shit

and just

put it in an ask or message

that’s literally it

Let me tell you why that’s so amazing, it pumps up the already amazing dopamine dosage of these actions alone, and multiplies it by a hundred, let me tell you why

Let’s say you read a drabble. You loved it, you reblogged it, you gave it hearts and emojis and ranted for a few tags about how it made you drop your muffin on the ground. Fantastic work, you just made the op pass out.

Then you go about your day and that’s the end of that.

BUT

if you do all that

and then put it in an ASK

dare you even a direct message?? (probably not most of us on here are cowards I get that)

but an ASK, anon or otherwise?

The message you just sent to the op was “I interacted with the post you made, and I loved it so much that I went the extra mile of going to your blog to make extra extra sure you understand how much I liked your thing”

There’s a wordless wall with every post! You like and reblog the thing and move on with your day. 

But the fact that YOU sent a HEART a SINGLE sentence about how you liked a thing? the fact that you BREACHED that wall and just fucking keyboard smashed in the inbox? the fact that you did that is the most amazing thing in the world

you just ambush the op with good vibes. we were expecting the bare minimum in the comments and tags, but the fact you when out of your way to make it a message or ask???? superb, outstanding, the sheer SHOCK of it will shift tectonic plates

you’re my fucking hero if you do this. you’re a godsend. I would kill for you,👏people👏would👏kill👏for👏you.

AT LEAST THEY WOULD KILL FOR YOU IF THIS ACTION DIDN’T ALREADY MURDER THEM

BE A MURDERER, NAY, A SERIAL KILLER. MURDER CONTENT CREATORS WITH LOVE

BE RECKLESSLY KIND AND LOVING YOU PIECE OF SHIT, ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO BE CRINGY TO STARVING AND DYING WRITERS AND ARTISTS WE WILL TAKE IT ALL GOD DAMMIT

YOU ARE A CHILD STARING UP AT AN AQUARIUM IN WONDER.

MAKE YOUR HAPPINESS STIR THE TIDES, LET YOUR PRESCENCE BE KNOWN PAST THE REFLECTION OF THE GLASS.

THE FISH ARE LOOKING FOR YOUR SMILE. 

[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

First of all i want to give a shout out to @ayumiko​ for letting me use her amazing gifs in my writing! I mean just look at them! Be sure to go check out her stuff <3 (the middle gif’s credit goes to @atticwraith)

Overlooked | Ikuya Kirishima x Reader

Anon asked: Hi! Can I request an Ikuya x reader? Maybe a reader who’s really outgoing and stuff, kind of like the total opposite of him. At first he’s kind of annoyed by them, but then he slowly warms up and actually misses them when they’re out sick from school. He goes and visits and things go from there! As a fic writer myself, I thank you so much for providing for fandoms! You’re doing amazing.

A/n: sorry if the ending is a bit tacky, I didn’t know exactly how to end it off

Genre: a bit angsty? fluff at the end

Word count: ~2k this ones a bit long

“Catch up with you guys later ok?” You waved your teammates goodbye as soon as you had spotted a familiar head of deep sea green hair.

“Hey Ikuya!” He turned around and was met with your big smile, nodding in response. You quickly made your way over to him before noticing a third party.

“Oh, hello to you too Hiyori.” Your smile was returned with a little wave of his own. Teeth clenched, because we know he’s internally screaming

“First name basis huh?” Hiyori asked tartly, however a smile still present on his features.

“No need to be so uptight! We’ve all been given a name for a reason, so we can be called by it! By the way we’ve all been acquainted long enough.” You nudged Hiyori slightly in return, glancing at Ikuya, who just cared about making it to class on time. “Which is why I’m constantly telling you two to also call me (f/n)!”

“Hmmm.” Hiyori gave you a closed eyed smile before picking up the pace to catch up with his friend. I’m telling’ ya, internal screaming.

“Hey you two! Wait up!”

Students shuffled into the classroom, you took your usual seat next to Ikuya. You were taking notes when something had caught your eye. “Woah! You’re a really good artist Ikuya!” You leaned in next to him, pointing at the little doodles on the edge of his paper. Instinctively, the boy grabbed his notebook, blocking it from your view.

“T-They’re nothing.” He stated simply and went back to writing, this time with a protective arm shielding his work.

“...you could just take the compliment you know..” you muttered looking away. You felt a tap on your shoulder, making your eyes light up, only to find that it was just another classmate asking for help. You sighed and leaned over behind Ikuya to try and explain the problem.

The bell rang not too soon after. You and Ikuya began gathering your things, fingers brushing slightly in the process. You had managed to stumble out a sorry, but found that the boy was already halfway out the door; oblivious to you, with a small dust of pink hinted on his cheeks.

The next few days were the same, school work, friends, volleyball (yes you play volleyball k? I was watching haikyuu. I couldn’t help it), more volleyball, and failed attempts at a conversation with Ikuya.

“Hey Ikuya! Check it out! There’s a new cafe that’s opened nearby, some friends and I are gonna go check it out, you wanna come?”

“No, sorry I’ve got plans.”

Each day made your heart sink even more, along with the pile of stress, schoolwork and volleyball weighing on your shoulders. Nevertheless, you put on the same bright smile, known to everyone around you, and kept on.

“(L/n)?” Your face lit up at the sound of the familiar voice to your right, “...my eraser rolled over, can you reach it?”

“Huh? Yeah sure!” You gave him a smile and bent down, holding your hand out slightly before something struck you.

Why? Why do I feel like I need his attention? Why am I so pathetic? The realization was like a stab, penetrating deeper and deeper.

“(L/n)?.....(l/n)?....are you okay?”

You broke out of your trance and reached for the eraser, “S-sorry.” You placed the eraser in Ikuya’s hand, who was now looking at you with slight concern. You were silent after that, paying mind to your own work, failing to notice the boy next to you glance at you with worry.

The rest of the day consisted of you dwelling in your own thoughts, ignoring the calls of your friends and teammates. Skipping practice, you went straight home and sprawled out on your bed. Picking up your nearby volleyball, spreading your fingers into a setting position, you began gently tossing the ball up and down with hundreds of thoughts beginning to cloud your brain. Ikuya was never one to hide his annoyance, you knew that. But maybe you did talk too much, and maybe some of your friendships were forced. Were you trying too hard? Were people, unlike Ikuya, hiding their annoyance? Your insecurities that you thought you had left long behind, came flooding back. You shut your eyes tightly, thinking that would make the thoughts go away, as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm pounding at your head, and made your way to the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, you took a good look at yourself in the mirror. The thoughts of last night still swirling in your head, making it feel like it was going to explode. Suddenly you felt something rise at the back of your throat, as you scrambled towards the the toilet and let it all out. The throbbing sensation on your right side became more prominent, the lights around you making it worse.

A couple of hours later, you thought you had heard your phone ring. Quite a few times actually. Great to know people care about me, you thought sarcastically. You decided to stay home with all the lights off and the blinds tightly shut, every movement or thought pulsating your head further. You couldn’t remember exactly when, but you had eventually passed out on the couch, failing to hear the sound of your front door opening.

“(L/n)?....” Ikuya had suspected something was up with you these past couple of days. Although the facade you had built around you might have fooled another, you had been around to constantly bug, not that he really minded deep down, for Ikuya to realize you were acting different.

“(L/n)!” Ikuya panicked, his eyes adjusting to the dark space, to catch a glimpse of a limp silhouette passed out on the couch. He quickly came to your side, checking to make sure you were okay.

H-huh? You slowly began to wake to a hovering dark figure with amber eyes looking over you in concern. Ikuya?

Ikuya quickly backed away, face flushed and glad it was dark, once he had realized you were awake. You however, took a moment to just stare at him, headache or whatever forgotten.

Am I hallucinating? Why is Ikuya here?

“....you weren’t at school and your friends were saying how you weren’t answering any of their calls....you’ve been acting weird for the past couple of days....so I came to check on you...” Even in the dark, you could see the glimmer of his cat-like eyes.

Wait? He noticed?

“I also brought you the notes you all the notes and assignments you missed...your captain was pretty pissed off too...” He moved forward, hesitantly resting his hand on your forehead before moving to his bag to take out his notebook and some other papers. “You don’t feel all that warm...are you sure you’re not just skipping?”

Has he always been this talkative?

He stopped and turned expectantly, waiting for your reply. Before you could even think about opening your mouth, another surge of pain made its way, with you clenching the right side of your head in pain.

“M-migraine...” you managed to barely get out. Instantly, Ikuya was at your side, crouched down, back facing towards you.

“We should probably get you somewhere you can actually relax first.” He kept his pink-tinted face forward, waiting for you to climb onto his back, which you did without complaints. You warily pointed a finger in the direction of your bedroom, as he slowly made his way and rested you gently on the bed, before awkwardly standing off to the side. You pointed with your eyes, still in pain, to the edge of your mattress. After a few minutes of silence, you began to make sense of your situation.

“Why’d you come here Ikuya....?” You propped yourself against your pillows, head hung low to hide the blush creeping up your neck and cheeks.

Ikuya was silent for a bit before whispering ever so slightly, “You were more quiet than usual for the past week....I got worried....”

You were barely able to catch the last part as your eyes widened, before lowering back your gaze. “Shouldn’t you be relieved though? I’m not being annoying or a nuisance to you...”

Ikuya’s head shot up as he suddenly lunged towards you. “I don’t-,” before composing himself, “I don’t think you’re annoying...I actually like when you talk to me...” again, the last part barely above a whisper.

“Ikuya...” Another tinge pain shot up throughout the side of your head, as you let out a small whimper.

“D-do you need some medicine?! Where’s your cabinet?!” You let out a giggle, before it turned into full blown laughter, headache completely forgotten. Ikuya looked at you confused while you wiped the corners of your eyes. There was something about your disheveled, humorous state, that made Ikuya feel a complexity of emotions suddenly stir inside of him. Soon, and he had no idea why, he started to laugh along with you. You paused and took in his image, the feelings in your own heart becoming more evident.

“....here I was thinking you hated my guts...” you murmured softly, shaking your head, but then instantly regretting it. “But, I already took some medicine not too long ago.” You paused again, but this time more seriously. Despite the painful state you were currently in, you still couldn’t ignore the gut feeling in your stomach.

“Ikuya...you are aware right?” Ikuya was now also looking directly at you. “...aware how I feel about you...” He froze, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised. He could no longer deny the growing feeling in his heart either. He blushed and looked away,

“...I feel the same way about you too (f/n)...for a while now...”

He said it softly, but you were just able to catch the last part as your eyes were now bulging out of your sockets. He caught a glimpse of your expression before suddenly backing away, as if he had said something wrong.

“W-what is it! W-why are you looking at me like that.”

“That’s the first....first time you ever called me by my first name...”

And for a while now? Maybe you really were oblivious.

By the look on his face, he had just realized this as well, but crossed his arms anyways, avoiding eye contact.

“It is your name you know...of course I would call you by it...” Your body moved before you had time to process what you were doing, and soon your cool hands met warm, as Ikuya gently sat back down, face now red, but still avoiding your gaze. Just as you were about to say something, a familiar sensation danced it’s way back, as you squeezed your eyes shut, removing your hands from Ikuya’s to clutch onto your head.

“Here lie down...” you obeyed, bracing for the next wave of pain, only to be met with slender fingers running through your locks, massaging in place once they had found their destination. You relaxed under Ikuya’s touch, eyelids becoming heavy.

Ikuya smiled to himself, scooting closer and watching your brows slowly unknit, as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber. ~

[idreamofhazel]

Dreamless

Requested by @morganas-pendragons​. Reader comforts Sam post 15x03. If you wanna smut it, go for it - but I LOVE fics where he deals with his grief and his past because I DO NOT ever see enough of them!!

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Category: A meta/coda of 15x03; angsty, a bit fluffy; comfort fic

Word count: 1.1k

Warning: PTSD, nightmares, spoilers

A/N: I am two episodes behind currently, so Sam’s reactions/thoughts may not be up to date. This is strictly my take on how Sam might be coping with the events of The Rupture immediately post-episode.

Over the years, Sam’s brain has dreamt up many horrendous nightmares, most of them variations of unfortunate events that have occurred on the job. But one particular nightmare has haunted Sam’s heart and mind repeatedly, the one where Lucifer has invaded his body. He can feel tendrils of a slow-burning fire spreading to the tips of every muscle and nerve in his body; he can feel his willpower fading with each pump of his heart. Then he leaps into hell, his whole body burning with Lucifer’s effort to take back control. But his face steady. If he falters, even a hair, Lucifer incinerates his control and Sam is gone.

He feels the pressure of this moment on his chest as he awakes from this nightmare for the first time in months. The weight of the world is balancing on his sternum.

He lays in bed a moment, breathing deep to release portions of the tension one shaky exhale at a time. As he does this, pieces of the dream return to him. He remembers smelling the wet dirt of Stull Cemetery and feeling a sharp wind on his cheek. And he remembers he wasn’t the one falling this time but he can’t yet picture the face. Images from the dream flash through his mind like pictures from a screen projector, one at a time, each click reminding him of a new detail. He thinks of Rowena and her demise just the day before. It’s then that he realizes who had been in his dream. It wasn’t her -- it was you. 

A pang of anxiety grows in his chest and his stomach, a dread he can’t shake. He turns his head over and sees that you’re fast asleep, facing him, legs curled up and hands under the pillow. He looks back up at the ceiling, closes his eyes, and lets out an audible breath. He then turns over on his side to face you, scooting close. Gently, he slips his arm underneath your head. You stir, opening your eyes. Half asleep, you follow his cues, turning over so he can pull you close and spoon you. He pulls you in tight, arm over your chest, his head tucked into your neck, folding his entire body around you. 

Sam hopes he hasn’t woken you up completely, but the slight quickening of your breath alerts him to the change in your consciousness. 

“Everything ok?” you say sleepily. 

Sam sighs. What can he tell you? That he dreamt of you dying in a recurring nightmare? He doesn’t want you to worry, he just wants you close. 

You shift under his arm, turning yourself around to face him. Foreheads almost touching, you look directly at his face, figuring out the inner workings of his brain. He can feel his vulnerability growing, his facade crumbling underneath your acute knowledge of his defenses.  

You place a hand on his cheek, softly rubbing your thumb across his stubble. “What’s wrong?” you ask. 

“Bad dream,” he admits. 

You frown. Your hand slides from his face to his chest, resting on the mattress. You gently hook your fingers on his shirt collar. 

“It’s ok,” he continues, “Nothing different from before.”

“But Sam…” you begin, more awake now. “Yesterday was not the usual.”

Sam appreciates that you don’t say Rowena’s name out loud, yet he can’t stop himself from thinking about it. “I know,” he says with a sigh. 

“Tell me what’s going on,” you say, “I know you’re feeling a hundred emotions about this, but what’s bothering you right now.”

“I--” Sam tries to place a mental finger on which aspect of the dream bothers him the most. “I feel completely powerless.” As he lets that feeling out, most of the tension leaves his body. Pieces of his emotions begin falling into place like a puzzle. “I know I didn’t have a choice,” he continues, repeating what Dean said, what you were most likely to say. “But I’m tired of feeling that way. And even when I do have a choice, it was predetermined anyway.”

When he finishes, Sam can see you struggling to grapple with the weight of what he’s laid on you, understanding that you must be feeling some piece of that, too. The feeling of complete powerlessness -- knowing that the very real and very alive creator of the universe had set your entire life up -- is too much for anyone to grapple with.

“We’re doing the best with what we’ve been given, which is all anyone can do,” you finally say. “I’ve been struggling to believe that myself but… I think we’re going to run ourselves into the ground crazy if we keep trying to figure out what came first, the chicken or the egg, god’s plan or free will, or whatever. We kind of have to fool ourselves to keep from going crazy.”

Sam frowns. He has always believed that choices make a person who they are, but if the choices are orchestrated by an outside force… the core of his beliefs have been shattered. Does it matter when he gives another option to the creatures he hunts? Will it matter when he tries to save you from death?

“Sam,” you say, noticing his mind wandering again. “Look, I’m not asking you to stop wrestling with this idea, it’s going to take ages for us to work it out, maybe the rest of our lives, but can you do one thing for me right now?”

“What is it?”

“Kiss me, then hold me tightly again while we fall asleep, and for the next few minutes, think only about how it feels to be here together. You think you can do that?”

Sam smiles, unable to continue maintaining his defenses. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours. He then does exactly what you asked, kissing you deeply until you are all he focuses on. Then, turning you over, he tucks you against him, paying attention to each part of your body that is against his -- feet on his calves, arms underneath his own, your hair tickling his neck -- and you fall asleep together, peaceful and dreamless.

Readers List:

Everything: @lostnliterature​ @french-the-llama​ @shamelesslydean​ @akshi8278​ @amanda-teaches​ @angelus320​ @atc74​ @authoressskr​ @bambi95-blog​ @because-imma-lady-assface​ @blanketmadeofstarss-blog-blog​ @brewsthespirit-blog​ @britney8793​ @calaofnoldor​ @cutedictionary​ @ellen-reincarnated1967​ @emoryhemsworth​ @feelmyroarrrr​ @frenchybell​ @growningupgeek​ @gryffindorable713​ @hanginwithmanerds​ @holyfuckloueh​ @impala-dreamer​ @its-not-candy​ @jayankles​ @jesspfly​ @luciisthebest​ @megansescape​ @mereka18​ @mjdoc90​ @mogaruke​ @moonlitskinwalker​ @mrswhozeewhatsis​ @pizza-boy-cas​ @sadist-fangirl23 @sea040561​ @seenashwrite​ @serienjunkiegirl​  @sis-tafics​ @skybinx-blog​ @super-not-naturall​ @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie​ @there-must-be-a-lock​ @un-autor-anonim​ @wingedcatninja​ @wordstothewisereaders​ @just-another-busyfangirl​ @ericaprice2008​ @immafangirlmess​

Oneshots/Drabbles: @coffee-obsessed-writer​ @lipstickandwhiskey​ @namelessflorence​ @pjofangirl18​ @wildfirewinchester​ @thisismysecrethappyplace​

[baekbyunny]

Chanyeol’s Valentine Disaster

Summary: Chanyeol tries his best to sweep you off your feet for Valentine’s Day, but things don’t go exactly as planned….

Genre: Fluff + a little bit of angst

Author’s Note: Hellooo, this fic was for a v-day collaboration I’m doing with a group of wonderful writers. The theme was “failed Valentine dates” and I chose Chanyeol :) It’s suppose to be a one shot, but tumblr is being a butt so I’ll need to make it two parts. Sorry about that! It’s a late Valentine’s Day gift, but oh well ^-^;;

This is also my first fic so please excuse me if there are any errors.

Shoutout to @yuki-starlight for checking my spelling and thank you @lucyandthepen for inviting me~

I hope you guys enjoy!

Part 2 is on my blog!

_________________________________________

You woke up in your bed, slightly freezing from the drift of the open window beside you. You were about to fall back asleep until you caught the scent of something awry in the air.

Is something burning?, you think to yourself. Your eyes immediately fly open when you hear the fire detector go off, pushing yourself off the bed, you run towards the kitchen.

“Chanyeol?” You cry out as you frantically wave the fumes of smoke out of your face.

You look through the smoke and see your boyfriend wearing a frilly pink apron in the smoky haze desperately trying to open a waffle iron with some silver tongs from the top drawer. He freezes after hearing your voice and turns to look at you.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Quickly glancing from the blackened waffle in the waffle iron and then back to your face he tries to hide the burnt mess by putting it out of your view.

“This isn’t what it looks like?” He says meekly making it sound more like a question rather than a statement.

Sighing to yourself, you ask, “What in the world are you doing? It’s only 8 A.M. and our apartment is about to go up in flames.”

He sheepishly looks at you and replies, “I was planning on making you breakfast in bed and well,” He pauses and glances to the waffle iron on his right, “things didn’t go as planned.”

You sigh and chuckle to yourself. Looking around, you try and assess how much damage the tall giant has done to your kitchen. You see a tall wine glass filled with milk, a piece of burnt toast, and some badly chopped fruit in what looks like an outline of a gremlin on a heart-patterned tray you never knew you had.

Should I ask him what that’s supposed to be?, you refrain yourself from questioning him after looking at the downcast look on his face. You gently grab his arm and hold onto it while cupping his right cheek with your other.

You tilt your head upward slightly to see his face. “Chanyeol, this is very sweet of you to do, but you really didn’t have to. We both know what you’re like in the kitchen without someone supervising you.”

He looks down with a gloomy look on his face, closes his eyes and sighs, “I know, but it’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to do something special for you. You seemed a little stressed this past week so I thought I could cheer you up a little. Plus, I wanted to take a picture of the food after I was done with it and send it to Kyungsoo to show him that I CAN cook without his help.”

Laughing, you try and fix the messy strands in his curly brown hair. “Thanks for trying, honey. The sentiment was nice enough for me and I,” you pause while glancing to the clock behind him and gasp, “I’m late!”

Letting go of his arm, you rush to the bathroom and prepare yourself for work. After putting on your usual formal attire for work, you come running back out to see him wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves scrubbing pieces of badly burned waffle batter off the waffle iron. He’s so sweet, you think and smile to yourself while rushing over to the shoe rack to put on your heels. After putting them on, you head for the door.

Realizing you’re about to leave, Chanyeol turns away from the sink, grabs a paper bag from the kitchen counter, and makes his way over to you. “Wait! Here, I made lunch for you. I swear it’s not burnt or anything.” He reassures you while handing it over to you.

“Aw, thanks sweetie! I’ll see you tonight!” grabbing the paper bag from his hand, you quickly walk over to him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Bye, Yeol!” you yell out to him and rush out the door while walking backwards to wave at him as you slowly make your way to the car.

“Bye, love you!” he yells out, waving back to you as he watches you from the door of your apartment. “Love you too!” You yell back, smiling to yourself while walking to your car.

You and Chanyeol have been dating for the past year and a half and it’s been wonderful. Sure you had some small arguments on things like what to watch on Netflix or who should wash the dishes or do the laundry, but you guys never had any big fights so things never got too bad.

There were some times where you both argued about the lack of time spent together considering how he had to spend most of his time at home composing songs on his computer and how you had to go and work at the office, but you both understood that your jobs were important and how much it meant to you both so those fights never lasted too long.

You could never really stay mad at him for it anyway. Especially when you saw how his eyes would gleam and how excited he would get talking about his new songs with you. That’s why every now and then, you guys would splurge on some money you two saved up the past and take a small vacation to places like the mountains or the beach to makeup for the little time you guys had together.

He wasn’t your first boyfriend though. You’ve been through some break ups in the past, but Chanyeol had a way where when you were with him, everything felt new and different. You never felt happier than when you were with him and you felt like he brought the best out of you. He could always make you feel better whenever you felt down and he could make you laugh so hard to the point tears were coming out of your eyes. You loved every second of your time with him, but you just wished you could actually have more time in the day to be together.

_________________________________________

Upon entering the office building, you push a button on the side of the wall for the elevator to come down.

I wonder if Chanyeol is done cleaning the kitchen, you think to yourself. I hope he didn’t leave the stove on or anything.

Before your brain could continue to think of all the disasters that might have happened in the house after you left, you see the elevator doors open and you walk inside.

Right when the elevator doors are about to shut, you hear someone call out to you, “Y/N, wait up!” You immediately push the button on the left wall to open the elevator doors and see your co-worker and friend, Baekhyun, jogging to you.

“Glad to see I’m not the only one late this time.” He says with a smile on his face.

You scoff at his joke and reply, “I would have been on time if my kitchen wasn’t up in smoke this morning.” His eyes widen and he asks you to explain what you’re talking about and you explain the disastrous episode in the kitchen to him.

“He really almost made your kitchen explode!” He exclaims astonished.

“You should have seen the look on his face when I caught him trying to open the waffle iron with tongs! He looked like a kid who got caught trying to steal candy from a supermarket.” Laughing, you both make your way out of the elevator when the doors open.

“Meet up for lunch?” He asks you.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll see you later.” You reply.

Giving you a thumbs up, he walks to his desk and begins to type on his computer. You walk to yours and sigh after seeing all the papers on your desk neatly lined up in a pile next to your laptop.

It’s gonna be a long day, brushing off your negative thoughts, you get to work.

_________________________________________

“I need a break.” You murmur to yourself while looking at your computer screen

Looking at the time on the clock on the wall, you see it’s time for lunch. Glancing to your left, you wonder if Baekhyun is still at his desk and you snort to yourself after you see him dozing off while the game, Solitaire, is displayed on his computer screen.

You make your way to his desk and shake his right shoulder. “Baek, wake up.”

Stirring a little, his eyebrows furrow, “Just go and get the cheese. No one’s watching.” he mumbles

Snickering you shake him harder, “Baekhyun, come on! It’s time for lunch. You can get the cheese you want over there.”

His eyes slowly opened and he looks up at you squinting for a good few seconds. “Mom?” He says out loud with a tone of confusion.

Bursting out with laughter you reply, “Yes, dear?”

Rubbing his eyes, he looks at you again and realizes that it’s actually you and not his mother. You’re bent over with laughter while he gives you a deadpan look. “Oh, haha. Very funny. Is it time for lunch already?”

Wiping the tears of joy from your eyes, you tease him by using you best baby voice, “Yeah, it’s time for wunch. Let’s go, sweetie. Do you wanna take your wittle wunch box with you?”

“Stop!” He whines putting his face in hands while his cheeks turn to a dusty red. “Let’s just go already.”

Laughing you reply, “Okay okay, let me just get the lunch from my bag.”

You walk to your desk and grab your lunch bag in your purse, but you notice that something feels off.

Why does this bag feel so light? you wonder and stick your hand in the paper bag and pull out a red rose.

You smile softly and as you look at it and reach back into the bag only to feel nothing inside.

What? He only got me a rose for lunch? You feel a buzz in your pocket and you pull out your phone.

*You have one new message!*

Unlocking your phone, you check the notification and realize it’s from Chanyeol.

Yeollie: Y/N

Yeollie: I FORGOT TO PUT YOUR SANDWICH IN THE BAG

Yeollie: I’M SO SORRY

Yeollie: D,:

“Oh my gosh.” You murmur

Y/N: lol

Y/N: It’s ok, I’ll just get some lunch from the. cafeteria

Yeollie: BUT I MADE IT OUT OF LOVE

MY LOVE

Y/N: Omg Yeol, it’s fine really

Yeollie: I’m sorry :’(

Y/N: The sentiment was nice enough

Thank you for the rose btw. Very sweet of you ♡

Yeollie: It would have been better with the sandwich I made you >:(

You laugh at his childish behavior and reply

Y/N: Yeeoooool, its ok! Really!

Yeollie: I’ll make it up to you I swear

Y/N: lol I’ll keep you to it then

gonna go get lunch ttyl!

Yeollie: Ok :(

Ily ♡

Y/N: I ly 2 ♡

“What’s up?” Baekhyun asks curious as to why it’s taking so long for you to get your lunch. Glancing at the paper bag in your hand, he grabs it from you.

“Chanyeol forgot to put my lunch in the bag”, you reply

He takes out the rose and admires it for a few seconds, “Well, at least he gave you a rose.” His eyes widen, “You think if you just put the petals in water, you’ll get rose water?”

He playfully hits you on the shoulder, “You could sell it by the bottle and make a nice load of money off of it!”.

You raise your eyes to the roof of the office and contemplate on how you became friends with someone so dumb.

“Baekhyun, I’m pretty sure that’s not how you make rose water.” You reply unamused. “Anyways, let’s go to the cafeteria. I’m starving!”

“Fine, but if that’s not how you make it, then why do they call it rose water? How do you think they make it?” He questions you as you both make your way to the see-through elevator

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “I don’t know, Baek. Look it up.” And made your way to the cafeteria.

_________________________________________

“That will be $7.99, please.” The cashier states while looking at the numbers on the screen of her computer.

“Here you go.” You reply and give her the cash from your wallet. After receiving your change, you put the change of coins in the see-through tipping jar that has “Feed Me Please!” inscribed on it.

Taking your tray of food you turn to the tables behind you and see Baekhyun waving to you while Chen is on the opposite side of the table motioning to you to come to where they are sitting.

Seating yourself down next to Baekhyun, you greet Chen on the other side of the table.

“How’s your day been, Chen?” You ask.

“Dreadful, you won’t believe what happened at my office today,” He says and put his hands on his face. “I opened the door to my office and the first thing I see is my trash can on fire and Sehun screaming while trying to dose it out with a water bottle.”

“Who’s Sehun?” Baekhyun asks.

“Just a co-worker of mine. He kept screaming ‘Chen, you’re trash can is mad! Hurry and call 911!’ So I just grabbed the bucket of fire and ran to the bathroom and took it out.”

“Damn, Chen, you’ve got some balls to actually hold it.” Baekhyun says while shaking his head impressed. “I would’ve just called the fire department. But wow, is this fire situation contagious or something? First it’s Y/N and now you. Am I gonna get the disease too?” Baekhyun questions with an infliction of fear in his voice.

You scoff at Baekhyun and his dramatics while Chen looks between you and Baekhyun in confusion

“What’s he talking about?” Chen asks with his eyebrows furrowed. He looks at you and asks, “Did something happen to you?”

You explain to Chen what happened in the morning with Chanyeol in full detail.

“That idiot!” Chen exclaims with a look of disbelief on his face, “How could he be so dumb?” He asks.

“Chanyeol is Chanyeol.“ Baekhyun says while putting a hand on his heart and gives the two of you a sincere look. "As his best friend, I have seen the ups and downs of that man. Once, he managed to trip over a can of Pepsi on the floor NINE times.” He lifts up his hands and shows nine digits for emphasis. “All in thirty minutes!” He raises both of his arms in exasperation.

“There was another time,” he continues while trying to hold back his laughter. “Where he thought his phone was his cup of water and he threw the cup of water on his bed instead of his phone.” Letting out a boisterous laugh, Chen looks at you, “You’ve got quite the man, Y/N.”

Snorting you reply, “Hey look, he might now be the brightest, but he IS the sweetest. He always does his best to comfort me when I’m having period cramps. He’ll rub my back and give me chocolate and he waits for me when I come home from work late. Plus, he’s taking me out to dinner tonight at some fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day.”

You see the look on both of their faces and chuckle with how disgusted they look. “Don’t look so grossed out, guys. You’ll think it’s cute when you find someone to do these kinds of things with.”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes and gives you a pointed look, “I’ll have you know I can have all those cute mushy moments with someone. I just haven’t found them yet.” Grabbing his cup of water on the table, he takes a sip and continues. “I’ll meet the girl of my dreams one day. We’ll lock eyes and then I’ll walk over to her and introduce myself and boom!” Baekhyun says while using his hands to gesture an explosion. “Next thing you know we’ll be married with a kid living in a mansion.”

“Woah, hold on there,” Chen interjects. “You might want to try and take her out on a date first. But one kid? Really? I always felt like you would want more.”

“Mm, I’ve thought about it, but that’s just so much work and I want to spend a lot of my time with my wife.” Baekhyun replies, resting his chin on the palm of his hand with a dreamy look in his eyes and a goofy smile.

You snort and Chen looks to you, eyes widening as if he remembered something. “Speaking of kids, are you going to be babysitting that toddler tomorrow? It’s every other Sunday right?”

“Ah, yeah. That’s what the plan is anyway.” You say while shrugging. “He’s a real cutie. His mom is pretty smart. She gave me a bag full of the boy’s stuff just in case she had to leave him with me in case of an emergency.”

“Oh, that’s smart of her.” Chen agrees.

“Isn’t it? Anyways back to the topic at hand, how’s your love life been, Chen?” You question him. “We’ve given you our daily update, what’s yours?”

“I’m actually better off by myself. Thank you very much.” Chen states with his head slightly lifted and a haughty expression on his face.

You and Baekhyun stare at him in silence for a good five seconds before he continues.

“What? You don’t think I can be a strong independent man?” He questions the two of you with his upper eyebrows raised.

After another few seconds of silence, his shoulders droop and he sighs

“Well, you’re right.” he admits, immediately putting his head in his arms that are resting on the table and starts to whine. “I’ve gone on so many dates and I still can’t find a man that can reach at least the minimum of my expectations! Is God being cruel? Does he not like me? Why am I this unlucky?”

You look at his depressed state with pity. You’ve known Chen for a good five years. The two of you met in college and became friends after meeting at a party. The both of you didn’t drink so you two were the only two sober kids there and quickly became friends after realizing you both liked the same show. You knew Chen was always looking for the right guy to come his way and you started to feel pity for him since he wasn’t having any luck in that area for quite some time now.

Feeling sympathy for him, you pat his head and try to reassure him. “Aw, come on Chen! I’m sure the right guy will come along soon! You just need to keep trying!”

You notice Baekhyun suddenly sits up straight and claps his hand together. “Oh, that reminds me! I think you might be interested in this guy I met at that one club I go to. He’s got everything you’re looking for! He’s smart, funny, kind, and financially stable. You guys even watch the same television shows!”

Chen instantly lifts his head with a surprised look on his face and asks, “You found someone who watches Strong Woman Do Bong Soon? ”

“The one with the Hulk lady right?”

Chen nods quickly.

“Yeah, he watches it too. Here’s his phone number.” He slides a small piece of ripped paper with the man’s number scribbled on it to Chen. “His name is Minseok Kim and he’s an accountant. I have a feeling you two will hit it off.” Baekhyun says smugly while giving a wink.

Chen takes the piece of paper off the table and inputs the number scrawled on it as a new contact on his phone. “Thanks, Baek. Let’s hope you’re right about this.”

You see Chen’s eyes wander to the time on the top right screen of his phone and he quickly stands up, “Shoot, I’m late for my meeting. I got to go and do my presentation on electronics and what it does to children. I’ll see you guys later!”

“We better hear more about you and Minseok the next time we see you!” You yell out to him while Chen gives you a thumbs up and runs to the elevator almost tripping on a small white napkin on the marbled floor. The two of you wince as you watch him stumble on his way to the elevator.

“I swear that man needs to be more careful.” You murmur and Baekhyun nods in agreement. You look down at your watch and realize lunchtime is about to be over.

“Well, it’s time to head back to work,” you say and you put your phone in your left back pocket of your jeans. “Come on, Baek.” You tell him while nudging your head to the elevator.

Baekhyun’s slouches in his seat and moans while using his best baby voice, “But Mom! I don’t wanna go.”

You laugh seeing him pout at you and you’re surprised that he’s actually wanting to play along now. You respond with a motherly tone, “Come on sweetie, lunchtime is over. If you work hard enough in class, I’ll let you have nappy time early today.”

His eyes widen, “Really? You mean that, Mommy?”

“Mhm.” You hum while nodding.

“Okay, Mommy! I’ll be good and clean up my mess.”

He then stands up and makes a heart over his head with his arms and shouts, “I love you, mom!” in front of the whole cafeteria.

You immediately look around and see that some of the people in the cafeteria are looking at the two of you with a shocked look on their faces.

“Baekhyun!” You hiss and look back at him only to see a smug and cocky look in his eyes. You drag him out of the cafeteria and once the two of you are out of sight, you slap him on the arm. “You idiot! People are gonna think you’re my son now!”

He grins, “What’s the matter, Mom?”

You glare and respond, “Haha, you got me. Now quit it.”

“And what will you do if I don’t?” He challenges you with his arms folded.

“Well,” You pause and look back at him with a wicked grin and a look in your eyes that causes Baekhyun’s cocky demeanor to change. He takes a step back out of fear of not knowing what you’re planning to do.

You take a step closer and yell, “I’ll just do this!” You put his head in a headlock and ruffle his light brown hair messing up his perfectly styled hair.

“Y/N! I spent an hour on this!” he shrieks

“Y/N? What happen to mommy?” You tease him.

“I won’t call you that again I swear!” He pleads.

“Okay, good!” You say and let go of his head. “Glad we could handle this in a civil like manner.”

You pat your jeans wiping off any dust from them while Baekhyun scowls at you.

“You can be a real demon sometimes.” Baekhyun murmurs while he tries to pat down all the loose hair strands on his head with his right hand.

“It’s all out of love, my dear,” You reply with a sugary tone in your voice and pull out a small purple hairbrush from your brown leather purse. “Here, use this. You’re lucky I brought this with me otherwise you’d look like you just got out of bed for the rest of the day.” You say and hand him the hairbrush. “Go to the bathroom and fix it.”

Grabbing the hairbrush out of your hand, he responds, “I’ll meet you back at the office.”

You look at him and ask him with a bit of uncertainty, “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you? You usually complain if I try and leave.”

He nods, “Yeah, this might take a while.”

You nod back, “Ok, I’ll see you there then. Don’t stay in there too long. You know how Kyungsoo gets when he doesn’t see you working.” You say as you slowly walk backwards toward the elevator.

“Yeah yeah, it’ll only take like fifteen minutes. Don’t worry,” He replies and starts walking backwards to the bathroom himself. “I’m sure our leader won’t mind if I’m a little late.”

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “I’ll try and make something up for you if Kyungsoo asks me where you are.”

He smiles and gives you a thumbs up and turn to the bathroom. You turn and walk to the elevator only to stop after you hear him yelling behind you.“Thanks, Mom!”

You look back at him with a playful glare. “Don’t make regret giving that to you, young man.”

_________________________________________

Scrubbing the kitchen floor, Chanyeol berates himself on how awful this morning went.

"I can’t believe I broke the waffle iron AND forgot to pack her sandwich in the lunch bag. All I wanted to do was make her something to eat. I should have been more careful.” He says outloud to himself

Sighing, he gets up and drops the towel on the kitchen countertop.

“Some cook I am.” He murmurs dispirited.

He glances at the picture of the two of you on the wall and sadly smiles to himself. It’s a picture of your faces together and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek while you’re bashfully looking the other way. He loves how attentive you are whenever he discuss ideas for songs or when you would give him something to munch on when he was too immersed in his songwriting. He loved how comfortable he was when he was with you and how you could cheer him up whenever he felt down. The two of you had your own little world and nothing would matter.

He noticed the little things about you like when you would sometimes hum while you were walking or when you were contemplating something, your eyebrows would furrow and you would bite your lip in frustration. It was a cute expression you had, but he was seeing it a lot more lately and it was usually when you were with him. He wasn’t sure of what was wrong and you never really said anything about it, but it was beginning to make him worry that something was up.

“~Hello angel, look at the sky. In my eyes you’re perfect like a painting~”

Chanyeol jumps at the sound of his ringtone playing and picks up the phone. Seeing the ID name “Angel” flashing on it, he realizes it’s you.

Why is Y/N is calling? She usually doesn’t call when she’s working. Did something happen? Chanyeol wonders and answers the call.

“Hey, honey. What’s up?”

Hearing silence coming from your end, he asks again.

“Babe?”

He starts to hear some shuffling in the background and some muffled voices coming through. Thinking you’ve butt-dialed him, he’s about to end the call until he hears something that makes him freeze in his spot.

“But Mom! I don’t wanna go.”

What?

“Come on sweetie, lunchtime is over. If you work hard enough in class, I’ll let you have nappy time early today.”

His eyes widen realizing that’s your voice

“Really? You mean that, mommy?”

“Mhm.”

What’s happening? he thinks to himself. Why is he calling her his “mommy”?!

“Ok, mommy! I’ll be good and clean up my mess.”

Am I dreaming? Is he really calling her “mom”?

“I love you, mom!”

Desperately trying to hear more of the conversation, Chanyeol’s tight grip on the phone causes his index finger to slip and it accidentally pushes the ‘end call’ button.

“No,” Chanyeol shouts out. “No! No! No!”

He looks at the screen frantically trying to figure out a way to eavesdrop back into the conversation. After a few minutes of searching through Google for any solutions, he gives up and puts the phone on the kitchen countertop. Scratching his hair, he starts to pace around in the kitchen while biting his thumb.

This is impossible! There’s no way she could hide something like this from me! I’ve never seen a child here! Although, it does get pretty messy in the house every now and then. But, that doesn’t mean that there’s a baby living in this house right? He immediately stops pacing and looks at your room. There’s only one way to find out.

Chanyeol isn’t the type to snoop around his girlfriend’s apartment, but he believes he doesn’t have a choice this time and quickly makes his way to your room.

If I was Y/N, where would I put my kid’s stuff? He starts off by looking under your bed only to find a black pen and a yellow cap and then quickly moves on to the dresser only to find stacks of clothing in each drawer. Would she put them in the closet? He wonders and opens the closet door.

Upon entering the room, he turns on the lights and briskly checks the shelves thinking there might be some hidden compartment behind one of the objects like the ones he’s seen in movies. Realizing there was nothing there, he goes to the wall next to the shelves of shoes and feels something bump against his foot, looking down he spots a box underneath some hangers of clothes. Pushing the hangers of clothes away from his field of vision, he bends down and quickly lifts the cover of the box and freezes.

Oh my God. It IS true! She has a kid! How? How is this possible?! He thinks to himself while carefully taking out the contents of the box. He places each item on the floor beside the box and looks at them in wonder. A couple pairs of toddler underwear, a bottle of baby powder, three sets of toddler pajamas, and a baby blanket leave Chanyeol speechless.

What do I do? Why would she hide this from me?! How do I talk to her about this? I need to tell someone about this or I’m gonna lose my mind!, Chanyeol quickly gets up and sprints to the kitchen and picks up his phone.

Calling Baekhyun, Chanyeol taps his fingers on the kitchen countertop. “Come on, Baekhyun! Pick up already!” Chanyeol murmurs impatiently. After three missed calls, Chanyeol decides to call Kyungsoo instead. “Come on, come on, come on. Pick up!” after hearing it reach voicemail, he decides to text Kyungsoo instead.

Chanyeol: KYUNGSOO

PICK UP

Satansoo: What

Chanyeol: PICK UP

ITS AN EMERGENCY

Satansoo: How bad is it?

Chanyeol: BAD

IM

FREAKING

OUT

PICK UP YOUR PHONE

Satansoo: Fine

Chanyeol calls him again and bites his lip until he hears Kyungsoo pick up.

“What is it?” Kyungsoo ask monotonously

“Dude, I’m freaking out! I-I’m so confused, I don’t know how she could hide something like this from me!”

“You mean Y/N?”

“Yeah!” Chanyeol shouts exasperated.

“What happen?”

“Kyungsoo, I think-,” He pauses and swallows trying to stay calm. “I think she has a kid.”