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formidxble · 4 years ago

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summary: you and chan follow a routine every night. tonight’s different.

pairing: bang chan x female reader

word count: 3.1k

genre: angst, like Extreme Angst™️, college!au, established relationship

warnings: a lot of swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of sex ( oh and btw, this is not beta read. we die like men)

note: omg? finally? i got to write something and now i’m posting it on here? confidently??? who is she, we don’t know her! enough jokes though, this is my first fic ever that’s going to be posted on this platform, so i’m excited! constructive criticism and feedback are welcome 👉🏻👈🏻.

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it’s become routine at this point.

when chan sees your room’s light turn off, it’s a signal that your roommates are now headed to bed and that you’re ready to come out and meet him. it’s been a busy few months for the both of you and the nights were the only time you two could meet. he’s a business major working on his business proposals for the semester and you’re a performing arts student, preparing for this semester’s art production. saying it was hard to make time to see each other was an understatement. nevertheless, you two made sure you still met, may it be only for a few minutes. some nights you were lucky, being able to meet for an hour or so. nights were reserved for chan and for chan only.

after putting on your coat, you reached out for the door knob as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. “are you coming or not? i’m freezing” you sigh softly.

the first few nights were fun, you have to admit. impromptu grocery shopping for the both of your food supplies for rest of the week, a few make out sessions here and there, and sometimes, leading to even more if you both were lucky enough. it gave you a high you never thought you would ever come down from. whenever he kissed you after a long day, you felt as if the weight on your shoulders fell off, even for just a moment. whenever chan held you in his arms and told you it was going to be okay, your chest loosened, even for just a moment. chan was the calm in the chaos and when you were in his car, holding his hand and feeling his lips lingering on yours, he provided the needed break you longed for during the day.

but, as the days and weeks passed by, the nights became shorter and quieter. rides became quicker and the good conversations slowly turned into mere small talk. no longer would he give you soft touches, no longer would he ask how your day went, and no longer would chan look at you the way he did before. no more i love you’s, no more second glances when he dropped you off at your dorm during the early hours of the morning. you excused the change of behavior as the result of your fatigue in school. the change was expected, you always told yourself.

it’s become a mantra now, something you repeated to yourself as you lied in bed at night, a routine. a routine.

you close your eyes for a moment as you twist the doorknob to open the door. you focus on your phone again as soon as you got out of your dorm. “coming."

you spotted chan’s car a mile away. before, he would put the window down to greet you, a soft smile spreading across his face. now, you were faced with the car’s tinted windows, your reflection staring back at you as you wrapped your fingers around the handle of the car door. you heard the lock click.

“hey,” you mumbled. you heard a soft hum in response. you quietly put the seatbelt on, relaxing your back on the seat as you stared ahead. chan was on his phone, seatbelt off. light from his phone illuminated his features. the bags under his eyes were a little bit more prominent than the last time you noticed. you wonder if he’s been eating, getting enough sleep, but you weren’t in the position to ask now. not when frustration is starting to boil in your chest.

you didn’t know if you should call him out. it was his way to unwind as well, but then again, he was there to pick you up for a short date. this was the only time you both had for yourselves, yet here he was, texting away on his phone. this shouldn’t annoy you as much as it does now because chan does this whenever he was waiting.

“hey,” you repeat louder. chan looks up from his phone, an eyebrow raised.

“yes?” he asks, turning his phone off. the two of you are surrounded in darkness, with only the light from the lamp posts outside lighting the interior of the car.

“what do you mean, ‘yes?’ are you serious?” chan furrows his eyebrows at your words as he straps himself in. he turns to you, blinking. you suck in a breath.

“this is the only time we get to spend together and you’re on your phone? are you ser—“

“i’m sorry. there,” he breathes, “can we move past this? i’m not in the mood to fight.” he interrupts. you open your mouth to say something back, but you’re cut off by the movement of the car.

the air inside the car was heavy, heavier than usual. sure, you and chan had a couple of unresolved fights the other nights and sure, you spent you early mornings crying over him, but it should have been resolved with the few kisses he gives you, right? then why are you so upset now? chan makes amends, tells you he’s sorry for raising his voice, for ignoring you the whole day. he was busy, right? of course he’ll end up not texting you. he kisses the pain away, even though he’s the reason for said pain. he talks his way out and if he avoids the topic of the fight, you wouldn’t mind. that was the routine. but not tonight, apparently.

“you’re always not in the mood.” you whisper, crossing your arms in front of your chest. you watch the trees outside of the car starting to blur as chan’s driving sped up. this night will end as quick as it started, you thought. you hear a sigh beside you.

“i just—“ chan starts, “i can’t fight anymore, y/n. i’m tired.”

“and you think i’m not?” you answer back, looking at the man beside you, “god, we never talk anymore, chan. all we ever do is fuck the pain away and—“

you’re cut off by the sight of chan’s knuckles slowly turning white on the steering wheel. you almost don’t see the way he clenches his jaw. he pulls the car over at the side of the road and for a second, you think you two will be able to finally talk about your issues, the problems that were never muttered, but still plagued your relationship. god knows you wanted to hear from him, anything— fuck, just anything to finally resolve it, fix it. to finally end the routine you both had. but that hope shatters as soon as his mouth opens.

“what do you want me to say? we’ve been okay, we’ve been fin—“

you let out an exasperated sigh, eyes meeting his, “we aren’t fine, chan, we haven’t bee—“

“what do you mean?” chan questions. he removes his seatbelt to turn to you. a gentleman he still was, even though you knew he was avoiding the topic. again. “fuck, what do you want me to say? i was on the phone. how does that merit a full blown argu—“

“it’s not about the damn phone!” you exclaim, finally feeling the frustration in your chest blow over.

were you going crazy? why didn’t he see the changes? doesn’t he feel the frustration? were you the only one feeling this way, then? does he feel that everything was okay or were you that good at acting that everything was okay, that nothing was wrong? you run a hand down your face as you try to collect yourself. the car became quiet, as always. chan was never really vocal about things like this and let you do the talking. maybe this is why issues were never resolved.

“then, what is it about?” chan mumbles, eyes never leaving your form. you let out a soft scoff.

"what is it abou—are you kidding me? are you fucking with me?”chan raises an eyebrow in response, furrowing it afterwards. he lets out a sarcastic laugh after a few beats of silence. he shook his head as he turned to face the road again.

“is this fight going to last all night? if so, i’d rather just drop you off,” he starts to put his seatbelt on, "we can continue our date when you’re not this moody."

and at that moment, your world nearly stops. the silence in the car was loud and the tension, if you could see it, could be cut with a knife. his words echo in your mind as the car starts moving again, chan preparing to make a u-turn to go back in the direction of your dorm.

“not...this...moody?” you repeat to yourself. chan nonchalantly hums in response.

you couldn’t even look at this man anymore. it was as if you didn’t know him anymore. he carried the name of your boyfriend, but was he really the chan you knew? the chan you knew won’t be able to say these things to you, let alone treat you like this. you feel like a deer in headlights, shocked at how everything led up to this moment. and to think that the turning point of your relationship was something as simple as chan being on his phone. you closed your eyes as you tried to fight the lump forming in your throat.

“so, what am i supposed to do?” you ask. "just go home and think about what i did? what i said?”

chan shrugs. he shrugs. you couldn’t believe how he didn’t take this conversation seriously. was it because you’ve been in this exact same situation before? sure, fights have been frequent, but were they frequent to the point that chan just straight up ignored them? to the point that he never brought the topics up again? no effort to try and fix it?

was he that tired that he was willing to let everything pass? let you suffer in silence?

“stop the car,” you whisper shakily. chan doesn’t listen, though. he never does, he rarely does. he never listens anymore.

“chan, please stop the car,” you feel stupid begging, but that does it. he stops the car again, your dorm building in sight. his knuckles start to turn white again, but he closes his eyes this time. you hear him take a sharp inhale through his nose.

“i can’t fight anymore, y/n, please, just...we can fix it tomorrow, whatever it is.”

you let out a soft sob at his words. “chan, you always say that, god, you always say that.”

chan grips his steering wheel tighter. “yes, i do, but we always fix it. we always end up fixing it.”

“no, we fucking don’t!” you scream now, releasing the frustration that has been clawing to come out, “no, we don’t fix things, we fuck it away and we pray that things magically turn okay in the morning, but it never does! it never fucking does!”

chan stays quiet, eyes drifting to the car floor. you wish you could know what he was thinking. you wish he would talk to you, tell you what he really felt instead of just sitting there. god, were you tired. you were tired of pretending things were okay when they aren’t. you were tired of telling yourself it would be fixed, that the relationship would go back to normal, but it never does. and you just somehow have to live with it because that’s how it is with you and him. that’s the routine, right? and even though you hated it, you tolerated it because you loved him. but people will reach an end point, one way or the other. you can’t help but feel that this was yours.

“loving you is so exhausting, chan, i—“ your voice cracks, “i’m supposed to be content with this treatment? you and i not talking the whole day and then meeting at night just to make up for lost time, have sex, and pretend that everything’s okay, that the fights have not gotten out of hand, that we’re going to be ok—“

“we are going to be okay, fuck, it’s not that easy,” chan mumbles, “i’m trying, y/n, but i can’t give you everything you need, not anymore.”

silence fills the car and it engulfs the two of you.

"what changed?" you sob softly, tears now slowly flowing down your cheeks. it was okay, a few weeks ago. days became busier, tasks became heavier, but did that mean that your relationship had to deteriorate the way it has been?

“nothing changed, please, y/n,”chan breathes, not turning to look at you, “we just got busier and—"

“we weren’t like this, chan, we used to talk about things. w-we used to...talk. we can’t even do that now? am i asking for too much? i shouldn’t be begging for your time, chan, please—“you cry out softly. “why am i always second to you, chan? i try to be the best for you, chan, please.”

chan lets out a shaky breath as he tries to find the words to respond with. “y/n, it’s not y—“

“spare me the bullshit. spare me the "it’s not you, it’s me”. at least, be honest with me.” you say firmly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks harshly.

“i...i just don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet, okay? i want to fo—"

your feel something in your chest. a pain you’ve never felt before. chan’s words become a blur as you feel your back hit the seat.

you’re taken back to a time in your childhood when you were trying out the jump rope your friends had. being the idiot you were, you jumped in time with the rope and it tangled on your feet. you ended up falling on your chin, scraping it in the process. the pain rang through your skull and for a while, you couldn’t move, tears merely streaming down your cheeks. and to that that one time during one of the art productions in university, you ended up falling off of the stage. of course, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but maybe if they turned on the lights before lowering the stage, you wouldn’t have broken your ankle. you remember how worried chan was, but most importantly, you remember how much it hurt. you couldn’t walk and if you tried, it would shoot pain up your leg.

adding all the pain you’ve felt in all those moments, it wouldn’t amount to the pain you feel now.

not ready? not ready after 3 years? how could he say that? this was the man you saw your future with, someone who was supposed to be your soulmate. that was him, that was chan. the nights you shared, the words you uttered, were all those fake? were all those just to make everything feel okay?

not ready?

not ready.

the words echo in your mind like a broken record. were you supposed to beg him to stay? beg him to be ready when he just admitted that he wasn’t? as you turned to look at him, you didn’t see the chan who loved you. instead, it was the shell of the man who used to love you, care for you. fuck, was love supposed to hurt this bad? you feel your heart starting to crack even more.

if this was love, you didn’t want it. not anymore.

“drop me off,”you mumble after a deafening silence, voice shaking as a sob threatens to come out of your mouth. chan turns to look at you, finally. you don’t meet his eyes anymore. you, instead, just look straight ahead. if he wasn’t ready for a commitment, even after 3 long years, then you were not about to beg him to stay. chan opens his mouth to say something, but you notice that he just swallows his words. he turns to look in front of him as he pushes on the gas again to drive back to your dorm. if he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. there’s no point in trying to convince him he is. the next best thing is to leave and let him figure out what he needed to figure out. if he needed space, he could have told you. what bothered you the most is the fact that chan’s always been about communication, but somehow and somewhere along the journey, he changed. maybe that’s just how it goes.

when he pulls up in front of your dorm building, chan turns to look at you again, eyes scanning your features. “i’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

you shake your head, eyes closing as you tried to fight the urge to cry again. the question he asked has always confused you. it was always like this, that even after a fight, he expects to see you again, the same time, the same place. you were tired and it didn’t help that you now knew why he wasn’t acting the same— he wasn’t ready to commit to you, even after all this time.

“i’m ending it here, chan."

“ending what?”

ending the routine, ending the cycle, ending us. these words rang through your head and you didn’t know which to answer. was he acting aloof so that he could get off easily? that maybe you’ll let him off again because he somehow can’t understand what was happening? you swallowed.

“us, chan, i—i can’t go on like this anymore,” you pause. was this what you really wanted or were you doing this to prove a point? you weren’t sure, but one thing’s clear, you had to do this, not only for him, but for you. you can’t subject yourself to this cycle anymore. you had to break it sooner or later. “when i get out of this car, we’re over."

chan’s car became a place of love and security in a world full of uncertainty and chaos. it was where you both spent time together when you needed a break, when you needed to be together. now, it was a place of loneliness and despair. it became a place full of resentment and unresolved issues and you can’t help but wonder how chan will be able to sit in his car again without thinking of this moment. before he could respond, you were out of the car.

in the back of your mind, you hoped that he would call you, run after you. beg you to stay, tell you that everything will be fixed if you just gave him time. you prayed in your head desperately. if he did so, you know you’ll come crawling back to him. if he showed some sort of care, some sort of longing, some sort of initiative that he wanted things to work out, that he wanted this as much as you do, then maybe you’ll come back to him again. that’s how it always was, right?

right?

behind you, you hear the car drive away.

#stray kids #bang chan au #bang chan x reader #skz #college!au #bang chan #the way i sobbed while writing this is criminal #kpop scenarios #kpop #skz imagines #bang chan angst #skz chan #skz angst #thanks for reading!!#kim tries to write #archive #stray kids imagines #skzstorynet

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haikyuuthots · 5 years ago

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Jealousy is a disease, but maybe something good can come from it. - K. Tsukishima Pt.3

FWB!Reader x Tsukishima

Warnings: Curse words , and that’s it? Some angst but fluff towards the end hehe

Word count: 823

Y/n= Your name. During dialogue: Y= you T=Tsukki Ya= Yachi and A=Akaashi

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been friends with benefits for a while. Both thinking it was a no strings attached situation, both unaware of the true feelings you guys had for each other. What happens when you both experience a bit of jealousy when you guys are seen talking to other people? Will this change the status of your relationship?

author’s note: Hi! this is my first ever imagine, I wrote this at like 1 am and I’m not sure if this is good or not lol. This is the final part, ending is kinda wack but I want to thank anyone who has read this far! If you happen to read, I’d love to hear your feedback, constructive criticism welcome <3

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Speechless. That’s what you were. You couldn’t believe the words that flew out of his mouth.

“I’m fucking jealous, I couldn’t stand seeing you and him so close, smiling at each other.” -T

You stared blankly as he spoke, noticing his features become softer and his hands become shakier.

“Tsukki, I-“

“I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, I’ll get over it if you don’t. But I couldn’t sit here and pretend it didn’t bother me anymore.”

“I.,. I was jealous earlier too.” -Y

Tsukki stares at you with disbelief, almost like what you were saying was too ridiculous to be true.

“With that girl earlier, watching her touch you like that, and seeing you let it happen. It made my blood boil. I know I have no right because we’re just friends.”

He smirked “so you did all this to get a reaction from me, ha.” Well I guess you win, cause it worked.” -T

“What no! I told you before I just wanted to know where the vending machines were, this wasn’t part of an evil plan or anything. Seriously get that smug look off your face already.” You yelled anxiously.

Obviously amused “it’s ok. My Y/N was bitter other girls are interested in me. It’s cute actually.” He teased.

“Oh shut up” you yelled obviously flustered. It’s so weird how he could still find ways to be a tease you in situations like these.

“You’re one to talk, you’re the one who actually hit someone for talking to me. Looks like my Tsukki couldn’t bare me being swept off my feet by someone else.” -Y

Tsukishima’s smile turned into a frown. Obviously irritated with you last comment. But if he wanted to start a teasing war you were sure you’d be the one to end it.

“I mean if you hadn’t interrupted us maybe something could’ve happened. Akaashi is cute.” -Y

Tsukishima gave you the nastiest look you’ve ever seen. Anger evident in his eyes. Ok.. maybe it was too soon to go that far whoops.

“You think he’s cute? Then date him.” He speaks abruptly as he begins to walk away. You quickly stop him by grabbing his wrist absolutely regretting your previous words.

“Tsuki wait wait. I was joking, my bad too soon. But you started teasing me first!” -Y

He stiffens at your touch, becoming more relaxed as you speak. “You go too far sometimes you know but for some reason that just attracts me even more to you.”

You’re a blushing mess. The moment he said those words you’d fallen vulnerable to the 6’2 blonde boy.

“I like you. I don’t know how or when it happened but I do, and I can’t keep hiding what I feel anymore.” -T

Your heart rate increases you almost find it impossible to say the following words. “I like you too. I’ve liked you since the beginning.”

Tsukki felt butterflies in his stomach. His heart had never fluttered as much as it did the moment you said those words and instantly almost as you finished talking you felt his lips on yours.

This kiss was different than the ones before. Those were sloppier and full of lust but this one was soft and intimate. As he pulled away staring at your eyes, admiring every facial feature of yours as you admired his, you couldn’t help but smile at the moment. Tsukishima was the one to break the silence.

“We should go. It’s getting colder, wouldn’t want my girlfriend getting sick.”

Your stomach did flips, and your heart almost stopped. Flustered to the maximum level you never would’ve imagined those words falling out of his mouth so naturally.

“Girlfriend?” -Y

“Yeah. That’s what you are aren’t you? Come on let’s go.” -T

“Ri.... right.”

“Oh and btw if you ever call Akaashi cute again I’m breaking up with you and breaking his nose.” He nonchalantly spoke as you guys start walking towards the building.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. “And if you ever let a girl touch you I’m breaking up with you and dating your brother.” You replied.

He smacked his lips “you see what I mean when I say you go too far.” He spoke as he began to pout.

You hugged him as you laughed “sorry sorry, it’s just too easy, you know I love teasing just as much as you do.”

He felt a bit awkward from your embrace at first, being publicly affectionate wasn’t his thing but for some reason he didn’t really mind you being this close to him.

“I get it. Teasing you is my favorite thing to do too.” He smiled as he tightened you around his body.

You and Tsukishima Kei were very different, but similar in ways. Truly an odd pairing but obviously meant to be for one another. Knowing that you were finally together was the highlight of that entire week.

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mangolover · 4 years ago

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thexforgottenxones · 5 years ago

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I for one think your portrayals are all fantastic, through and through. You clearly did and do a lot of research to get a feel for them and understand them better than many other members of the fandom. I'm sure to hear you're doubting your portrayals and I hope you feel better soon.

Thank you. I was not in a good place when I asked for that. You saw through me saying I wanted honest feedback and realized I was just feeling down about myself.

I do always welcome constructive criticism on my works, regardless. One of the best ways to become a better writer is to hear constructive criticism (which is very different from insults btw.) I won’t always change the way I write, but thinking about why I write the way I do can help solidify my writing choices, or help me understand my choices better, even if I don’t end up agreeing with the advice I get.

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umbra12 · 6 years ago

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DoS Challenge: Day 8- Root

A private moment of despair and humanity.

Btw I was tried to make a deer mask and I 100% know I was not successful.

Hey! So, I’ve said it before I’ll say it again if you are looking for a great story, read Dreaming of Sunshine by @dosbysilverqueen or listen to it on mixcloud or podcast recorded by @jacksgreysays . It is an absolutely fantastic story that anyone could enjoy.

(On a personal note, I’m trying out a new style of coloring so I’d love some feedback. I’m still learning so advice and constructive criticism is welcomed.)

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iamtaekooked · 5 years ago

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I finished La Douleur Exquise! It was so sweet I loved it. I my favorite part was towards the end after the confession. Idk I just loved it bc I could feel how much they love and adore each other you know? It was so heart warming to feel their thoughts and feelings from reading alone. You are an amazing writer, seriously I love you! Btw, I LOVE your short stories. I personally like reading longer stories, series, novels, anything of that sort so give it to me! (I’m going down your master list😂)

You are going to make me cry. I am not used to this much love and appreciation in life 😭 I love you too not only for sending me amazing feedback but for actually giving my writing the time of your day. Honestly, there is no way I can thank you enough for giving my fics your precious, irreplaceable time ❤️ But I do hope you like all the things I have written so far. If there is something you don’t like when going thru my M-list still let me know! Positive constructive criticism is also welcome my friend, Tons of hugs and kisses 🤗😘

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kirawritesaboutevanstan · 7 years ago

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Fever haze

A/N: First of all, thanks for over 100 followers. That’s crazy. Yall are sweethearts. xx

Second of all, I wrote this in a fever haze myself haha. I'm currently sick, and I had this idea, well, someone gave me the inspiration a while ago (thanks btw x but my fever ridden brain created this. Apparently, when I have a high fever, this is where it goes. I kind of don't remember writing this, so that’s cool. Enjoy?

Warnings: nothing. Just tears and fluff. Most likely too many commas and bad grammar

Summary: Beautiful boyfriends and fevers don't mix well.

Word count: 1,300.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

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the gif isn't mine and the only reason its there because he looks adorable and is all smiling.

You wake up with a pounding headache. Your eyes aren't even open yet, and you can already feel the light hurting your eyeballs. It feels like someone has set fire to your eye sockets and is simultaneously pounding you on the head with thors hammer.

You turn onto your back groaning at the feeling in your head. You swallow some excess spit and wince as the action made your throat burn as if you had been drinking acid like it was water. Not to mention the completely blocked nose, breathing was not an easy task currently. Your whole body ached, and your skin felt like it was on fire. You were sick, completely and utterly sick. Sighing deeply you pry your eyes open and hiss from the pain. The light is blinding, and it hurts so damn bad.

You hear movement next to you, and you freeze for a moment. Turning your head, you see your very hot boyfriend, Chris, lying next to you sleeping peacefully. You had completely forgotten that he came over yesterday after you called him and had to cancel your weekend getaway. He had planned this whole romantic weekend, but because of your damn body being sick, you had to cancel. He took it very well and insisted on being with you and taking care of you.

He looked so soft and innocent that you felt powerless to do anything but to stare. He is sleeping on his stomach. His head turned to you, his cheek being squished a little by the pillow. His arm is tugged in underneath his chin, the other stretched out over his head hugging the pillow. His eyes are closed revealing his long ass eyelashes, his eyebrows are gently scrunched together in a little frown and his lips a little pouty. He looks so adorable with the little frown on that pretty face of his.

You feel something wet on your cheeks, and you frown in confusion as you reach up to touch it. Your fingers catch a few drops, and you wonder where they came from.

Then you realize that you were crying. Confusion and amazement fill your mind, why on earth are you crying and how did you not notice? You must really be sick.

You sniffle loud and wipe away a few more tears as you stare at him again. As you take him in, the tears are now streaming down your cheeks. A single sob escapes your mouth before you can stop it as you focused on his arm. It's just so perfectly shaped, the perfect balance of long and slender but also thick and muscular. So strong and yet so gentle.

Chris’s eyes open, being woken up by your sob and stares back at you. He blinks a few times until he notices your pained expression and the tears that are flowing freely. He sits up instantly, his face grimaced with worry.

“Oh hey, sweetheart, whats happening? Why are you crying? What happened?” He panics and stroke your cheeks wiping away the tears before they are replaced by fresh ones. You start sobbing for real this time, and he pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back soothingly as he rocks you from side to side. You are sitting like a little child in his arms, your bum resting in his lap legs curled in slightly underneath his arm. Your side is pushed into his naked and warm chest as he gently coos at you, trying to calm you down from whatever has made you cry.

After a few minutes of sobbing and him just rocking you. You finally calm down, your migraine being 10 times worse now though. He looks down at you, and you look up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks gently, not wanting to set you off again, but also kind of worried about what had made you cry so hard. You don't respond being way too embarrassed because of your sudden outburst.

"Sweetheart, please tell me why you are crying. It's killing me" He pleads, as his hand rubs circles on your back. Before you can stop yourself, in your fever haze you blurt out “Because of you.”

His face changes into confusion and even more worry. “Me?” You nod silently.

“Why, and also how, did I make you cry? I was sleeping, did I say something? Because if I did, I didn't mean it.” He rambles on panicking a little.

“You didn't say anything. You just …” You look up at his face, and you feel the tears well up again. His eyebrows are scrunched together, creating a crease between them. Those gorgeous blue eyes have a worried look in them, but the blue is so bright that you feel a little lightheaded, although that might be from the fever, looking into them. As if you were looking into a perfect crystal blue lake. His hair is ruffled and messy but somehow looks incredibly sexy. His lips are so pink and a little dry, but they are plump, and you know how soft they are. His face is just so beautiful that you start sobbing again.

“You are ... just too b-beautiful,” You say in between sobs and you lean into his chest. Just sobbing and sniffling into his skin.

“Are you crying because you think I'm beautiful?” he asks, his voice filled with amusement and amazement. You just nod into his chest, and he burst out laughing. His head falls back, his hand grabbing your shoulder as if he needs an anchor to keep him on earth. His chest shakes with the uncontrollable laughter, and you frown into his chest. As he shakes your whole body with his laughter, it sends waves of pain through your head.

“Chriiis,” you whine, and he tries to stop his laughter. “I'm sorry, sweetheart, but that is just too funny.” he apologizes but his voice still laced with amusement.

You scowl at him and pushes yourself out of his grip. "S' not funny" You mumble as you try to get out of the bed but falls over and grunts from the impact of the mattress. You sit up and look around at the spinning room.

"Sweetheart, come back. I'm sorry I laughed." He reaches for you, but you try to evade his strong arms, again falling on your butt instead. He chuckles as your clumsy attempts and moves closer. His strong arms grab you and lift you into his chest, he gently places you on your side of the bed.

"Here you go, lay down you are sick and have a fever. Get some rest" Chris orders you but you roll your eyes - bad idea - you groan at the pain.

"Cuddle me" You demand and Chris laughs at you but obliges. He lies down next to you, pulling you into his side. You wrap your whole body around him the best you can. Snuggling into him and inhaling his natural scent.

"I can't believe you cried because you think I'm beautiful. That is funny and very adorable." Chris mumbles after a few minutes of silence.

"It's not funny."

"Come on, it's kind of funny."

"Nope"

"Not even a little bit? You were sobbing, sweetheart, because you think I'm too beautiful, come on. That's funny. And perhaps a little worrying." Chris frowns. "How sick are you? I mean, do I need to take you to a doctor?"

"No doctor. Just cuddles." You mutter into his pecs. He is about to protest when you interrupt him. "Chris I'm fine. I'm just sick, I don't know why I started sobbing. I might just have a fever haze. It's embarrassing." You snuggle in further, and he tightens his grip. "Just cuddle me. That's all I want."

"All right. Cuddles it is." Chris settles in further into the mattress and just holds onto you as you try to sleep off your fever.

Fin x

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spellboundinks · 7 years ago

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Constructive Criticism Tips!

Hi! I see a lot of posts going around Tumblr about how important reviews/feedback are and how some writers/readers are unsure of how to do this and that’s what I’m making this post for! So I’m currently finishing my first year as an student and you might ask why this matters for this post? Well, because at school, we do critiques on projects all the time and as such I have some tips for you to consider using when you review a fic, work as a beta, or just want to give some feedback!

Only Give Criticism to People Who Want Criticism

(Keep in mind this does not include nice reviews on fics or other writing)

First off, keep in mind that online writing is not always written with the intention of one day being published. There are a lot of hobbyists on Tumblr doing this for fun, or as an escape, and who don’t want your criticism. As well, even some writers who intend to publish may be in a stage where they are not accepting criticism and it is good to respect that. If you’re not sure if a writer welcomes feedback- just ask! It might vary from project to project.

Also, those blogs that straight up make fun of other peoples’ writing are in no way valid criticism. You’re blatantly making fun of a person’s hard work and I hope none of my followers run this kind of blog because it can be incredibly damaging to a writer’s self esteem, especially if they’re just starting out.

Constructive Criticism

That being said, on to actual constructive criticism! One thing that’s mentioned all the time at my school (especially because at school you have almost no time to change things) is that if, to follow your critique, a person has to start their project over, you haven’t given them constructive criticism. You’ve shot down their idea, and are forcing them to begin again. That’s not how you improve or develop an idea. The best thing you can do is honestly say what you liked about it and what you think could be improved (and how they can go about improving it). And if you can’t find anything good to say? Maybe this isn’t something you should be critiquing. Or maybe you’ve already made up your mind about it before digging deeper. Either way, your criticism might not be as helpful as you might think.

When criticizing always try to think along these lines- this is great, but what can we add/subtract to make it better!

Some things to think about and ask about when giving constructive criticism:

Pacing? Too slow? Too fast?

Dialogue. Is it believable? Is there a certain line you loved?

Characters. Do they have good chemistry? Bad chemistry? Do relationships make sense? Which ones do you love? Is there a character you love to hate? Are motivations believable?

Is the tense consistent (past, present, future)?

Did something happen in the scene that didn’t fit? Did something really cool happen that you really liked?

Did the story surprise you or was it predictable?

What do you think of the tone of the chapter or scene? Does it match the plot that is unfolding in said chapter/scene?

Was there a line or section you particularly loved? Why?

Could you picture the setting?

Any inconsistencies?

Grammar is often the least important thing if it’s an early draft btw because a lot of the writing might not make it to final draft. Doesn’t mean you can’t point it out, but sometimes it’s a tad tedious.

Remember, keep a balance between positive comments and criticism!

Note to Writers Being Critiqued

You do not have to take all advice thrown at you. In fact, some advice can be really shitty. Look at the feedback critically. If a lot of people are saying the same things, maybe that’s worth looking into. People have various opinions, and sometimes they will conflict with your own, as well as your vision for your writing. Ultimately, it’s up to you what you keep, what you change, what you add, and what you get rid of within your story. It’s your story.

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