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The Deadliest Poisons Are The Sweetest - 5

Your wedding day arrives.

Note: (09/15/23) PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. If you have read this series before this date, please note that I have combined chapters 1 and 2 together. This may seem confusing, but I have decided that as a creative approach, I would like the chapters to be longer. Therefore, the original chapter 4 is now chapter 3. Chapter 4 is new. This chapter and beyond are up to date.

Btw y'all it's gonna get saucy in the next chapter lmao

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This is the closest you’ve been with him in weeks. The intimacy of the moment is warped however, with underlying feelings of inadequacy.

This is your wedding day. Yet, you feel as though you are imposter. You can feel the red-hot glares of the jealous maidens in the crowd. After all, you are marrying the most eligible bachelor in the entire realm. If only they knew that you felt sick to your stomach, and you wished that they were in your place.

You don’t even look him in the eyes. You stare at his mouth, as if you needed to do so in order to understand the vows.

“I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

No, you won’t, you say to yourself. You led me to believe that we could be more, but you tricked me!

He places a ring on your finger. Your hand suddenly feels like it’s weighed down by a ton of bricks. You nearly choke on your vows as they stumble out of you. When you arrived in Gotham a month ago, you were admittedly excited for this day. However, Damian’s icy demeanor as of late has left you bitter. How could it be possible to be so close with someone one day, and then completely cold the next. It befuddled you. Damianbefuddled you.

Your vows were sealed with a chaste kiss. Cheers and whoops erupted from the crowd. Through the noise, you could distinctly hear your father’s booming claps and mother’s animated laughs. Of course they were happy! Their daughter was married off – to a prince no less. Your marriage ensured a lifetime of stability and wealth for them. Not bad for a baron and baroness.

You wobble to the great hall for the wedding banquet with Damian’s hand clasped in your own. It wasn’t your choice to make physical contact – he was the one that initiated.

“Weddings are the end of their lives as they know it. The beginning of a prison sentence. The end of youth.”

This is an act. You must admit, if acting was a respectable career choice, Damian would be a top-notch performer. The vows meant nothing. The kiss was expected. The hand holding was necessary for the performance.

You sat right next to your husband. Aristocrats, both strangers and now familiar faces, approach to wish glad tidings upon you and Damian. You accept their kind words as politely as you can. All the while, you twist your ring, round and round, underneath the table.

You light up when Rachel approaches the table. A genuine smile finally crosses your face.

“Lady Rachel!” you call out excitedly.

You jump when you feel Damian’s presence near your ear.

“How do you know of Lady Rachel?” he asks.

You gape at him while Rachel curtsies shyly. His question is not shocking – you chalk it up to mere curiosity. It’s the fact that he’s talking…to you! Willingly. And the conversation does not revolve around simple greetings or pleasantries.

You can’t even answer him. Anger bubbles inside of you. He almost completely ignores you for four weeks and now suddenly acts like you should be receptive to his conversation. You have half a mind to ignore him in favor of speaking to Rachel. However, the ring sits heavy on your finger, and you suddenly remember your place.

He is now your husband. He is the heir to the throne. If there is anyone you should hold your tongue towards, it’s him.

“We met one week ago,” you reply. Rachel beams at you while you recount how you met her.

“We’ve only become closer and closer, day by day.” You hold your hand towards her, and she takes it affectionately.

“The princess is right,” Rachel adds. “It is almost like we have known each other our entire lives.”

Damian speaks only after he gulps his entire drink quickly. “Well, wife,” he emphasizes when he grabs your hand, “I am glad you have made a friend in Gotham.”

He smiles menacingly. You can tell by the way his lips unnaturally stretch over his teeth and the reddening of his face.

Rachel glances at your conjoined hands and clears her throat. “Well, I just wanted to say that I wish for the two of you to be happy.” She raises her cup and you raise yours with your other hand in support.

“To the happy couple,” she concludes. The edge of the cup reaches her lips, but she does not drink. She instead curtsies once more and disappears among the crowd of people.

As soon as she leaves, Damian releases your hand, wiping his palm on his pants as if you were a leper. You clench your teeth so hard that they squeak in retaliation. You manage to take deep breaths to calm yourself – in and out, in and out, in and out. It’s truly an act for him.

Everyone looks to be so happy. Not for you, of course not. They are happy for their own selfish reasons. Guests are fed the most delicious food and drink that the realm has to offer. Your parents rub elbows with highly ranked aristocrats. Your siblings dance merrily along the aisles. King R’as laughs heartedly a few seats away from Damian while speaking to his friends. Even Talia seems to be in a cheerful mood, scarfing down her food.

Perhaps you can attempt to be happy, too. It is your wedding day after all. You inhale deeply to gather confidence.

“Husband.”

Damian doesn’t acknowledge you.

You clear your throat and repeat yourself once more.

He doesn’t even look up from his plate.

“Damain!” you half-shout.

His head shoots up immediately. “Yes, wife?”

You want to punch him in the throat. His polite tone seems genuine, but it sounds fake to your ears.

“Are you…” You scan the great hall. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

He nods his head slowly like he has trouble understanding your question. “Quite.” He returns to his plate.

You growl, but say no more. After all, there is no point making a concerted effort at conversation now when you apparently have the rest of your life to do so. You might as well take what little enjoyment you have now and ignore the glaring loneliness that dwells within you.

The wedding took place at noon, but the reception continues well past sunset. You did not even know that there existed so much food in the entire city. Drinks flowed like a river all night long. Some people fell asleep in their seats, despite the rambunctious behaviors of others. Some people danced and danced until you thought their feet would fall off.

You remain glued to your seat nearly the entire reception. There were a few moments where you stretched your feet, such as when the guests stacked cakes on top one another, so that you and Damian could kiss over them. You managed to peck each other’s lips without the cakes collapsing to the ground, which made the audience break out into cheers. After all, if the cakes fell, it symbolized bad luck for your marriage.

As if you needed any more of that already.

The reception seemed like it would never end. Your posture slowly deteriorated over the hours, until you were slumped in your chair. Muscle aches began to surface for sitting for so long. You wanted the night to be over.

“Damian!” R’as called.

Damian pushes the table to make room to get up. He travels just a few feet farther to his grandfather who whispers something in his ear. Whatever was said made Damian stiffen and glance at you.

You suddenly develop that prickly feeling when you feel like someone is talking about you. Damian’s glance made you certain that you were the subject of their conversation. The realization made you shift in your seat. You decide to study the wooden table to distract yourself from your insecurity.

A tap on your shoulder breaks your concentration. You find Damian looking down at you with a stoic expression. As usual, you can never determine what he’s thinking.

“Follow me,” he bluntly says.

He doesn’t move an inch and you don’t realize until a few moments later that he expects you to get up first. You push yourself from the table and slowly stand up. You’ve been sitting for so long that your knees crack upon straightening.

Damian maneuvers you so that you remain in front of him. He’s mere inches behind you and his hands fix themselves to your waist. He pushes you forward, directing you towards the door.

The once lively room suddenly quiets down, until cheers are erupted once more.

You peer behind you to see that nearly everyone is looking directly at you. Men are jeering, throwing their hands in the air. Your father kisses your mother’s forehead while she blows a kiss towards you. Women are clapping obnoxiously. You face forward once again in mortification when you realize that they are cheering for your consummation. Everyone knows that you are walking out the hall a virgin – only to become a true wife by tomorrow.

You look back again, scanning the crowd for Rachel. She has been one of the few sources of support you’ve had as of late. You just want to look at her, to search for comfort in her eyes. You find her violet eyes eventually, only for your humiliation to turn into sadness. Her eyes do not necessarily brim with tears, but they are certainly glossy.

You give her a comforting smile as the door to the hall opens.

Don’t be sad for me, you want to say to her, but the door of the hall closes before your message can be relayed through your eyes.

Damian continues pushing you from behind through the castle. You are eventually brought to an all-too familiar, yet unfamiliar room.

It certainly has changed since you were in here last, all those years ago. Damian’s room still exudes extravagance, worthy of an heir. However, small details have changed.

There are several arms-related items laying around. A full armor suit sits at the corner of the room. Several weapons – swords, axes, morning stars – are hung on the walls. Papers are strewn across the room. They’re on his desk and dresser and end tables. Most importantly, the room feels larger than it did when you were a child. Well, that was probably due to the fact that you felt smaller now than you did then.

The door behind you slams shut. You jump in surprise at the loud noise and see Damian leaning on the door.

You hate it. You hate that you feel so nervous. It’s all too much. This room brings back happy memories that you cannot – should not – dredge up in fear of living in the past. You stand in a room, alone, for the first with someone known as your husband. Someone who is actually a stranger to you still. You can’t help but look down. It may be due to submission or shyness; you’re not entirely sure. All you know is that your girlhood has officially ended, and adulthood is crashing upon you.

You see his shoes from your peripheral. He stands toe-to-toe with you. You can’t bear to look him in the face. No good could come from falling for those green eyes.

He cautiously raises his hands to your waist. You grow numb as he removes your belt. Your dress puffs out into a shapeless blob.

He grabs your shoulder and turns you around, your back facing him. You can feel your dress loosening as he undoes your corset, one string at a time. Your breathing quickens at the intimacy of the act. You’ve had maybe two decent conversations with this man, and now, he has full access to your body. The discomfort makes you twitch.

“Raise your arms,” he commands. And you listen. He reaches down to hem of your dress, and pulls upward. You become blind momentarily until your dress is fully removed, and all that remains is your paltry smock. You feel overexposed. Your shoulders, arms, and legs are bare. Bare! You instinctively cover yourself the best you can with your arms, but Damian, while still behind you, firmly grabs your forearms to place them at your side. You gasp when he places a quick kiss on the back of your head.

You remain stuck in place despite hearing the crumpling of clothes behind you and await for Damian to direct you. There’s a creak, and several more creaks, and the crinkling of sheets.

“Come.”

You turn around and are met with a shirtless Damian, already beneath the sheets. He pats the unoccupied space next to him, and you follow his orders. You slink underneath the sheets and lay flat on your back, burning holes into the ceiling. The only sounds that could be heard is your breathing and the crackle of the fireplace.

You await for his orders once more. And wait. And wait. And wait some more, even as he slips completely underneath the sheets completely. From your peripheral vision, you can see that he turns his back towards you. You bite your lips nervously and you dare lift your arm up in an attempt to touch him.

“Good night.”

His words make your arm drop back down onto the mattress. The finality of his words make you close your eyes. There is nothing to do, nothing to expect. He is an actor, and you are at the whim of his play.

The extinguished fire from the fireplace doesn’t wake you. Neither does the blearing sun peeking from behind the curtains. What does wake you are the stomps of your ladies-in-waiting.

Your eyelids instantly open, the crust that developed during the night making it difficult at first.

“Princess, it is time to wake,” Matilda says in a voice that it all too loud this early in the morning. She wretches the curtains open and sunlight streams in. You hiss at the light, still walking the line between unconsciousness and alertness.

Joan grabs your shoulders and heaves you into a sitting position. In a militaristic approach, Joan, Matilda, and Honora perform your morning routine. You’ve had a month to adjust to their “help”, but it has only become slightly easier to tolerate their grubby hands and rude shoves. You can only say – Ouch! – so many times until you realize they do not care if they cause you pain. You are a job for them. They may be your household staff, but they are certainly still Talia’s minions.

The hubbub of the morning almost makes you forget where you are and what had happened the night before. You glance at the spot Damian was sleeping just a few hours prior. In his place is the outline of his body on the mattress.

“Where has my husband gone?” You wince when Joan tugs your hair particularly hard while brushing it.

“You have been summoned by Lady Talia.”

It hangs in the air, but you don’t expect them to answer your original question. It’s the nature of your relationship with them. It only reminds you to formally add Rachel to your household staff. Perhaps an ally in the mornings would improve your days.

You’re prodded and shoved and squeezed until you are dressed. A green and black gown once again. An emblem of the house that you married into. You are no longer a daughter of a baron – you are now a princess of the House Al Ghul.

You’re led to Talia’s room within the castle. A guard stands upright outside her door, and opens it for you and your brood. Within, you find your now mother-in-law with a table full of assorted small plates. Fruits, cheeses, bread. Your stomach grumbles in hunger, but you doubt you’ll be able to enjoy your meal. Not with Talia.

“Lady Talia,” you politely greet.

She waves you over without looking up. As you approach her, she finally glances at you, but now before grunting in disapproval.

She is now your mother-in-law. You must remain polite. You repeat the mantra to yourself several times as you become situated in the seat across from her. Your ladies-in-waiting stand off the side, along with Talia’s servants.

A moment passes. Then two. Then several. Talia says nothing and continues to eat. You recognize that she will not speak to you first, and that you must initiate the conversation. You desperately want to your roll your eyes, but you remember your mantra.

“Ahem, Lady Talia,” you start. “I have heard that you summoned me. Might I ask why?”

She sharply glares at you. “Do I need a reason to call upon you? After all, you are now my daughter.”

“Of course not.” You smile as sweetly as you can while simultaneously wanting to burst. You stomach rumbles again to remind you that it is empty, so you swiftly gather some items to make your plate full.

“Will Damian be joining us for this –”

“No,” Talia interjects.

“Oh.” Silence befalls the room except for the occasional chewing of food. “Is it possible for my mother to come join us? She will be leaving –”

“No. Is my presence not satisfactory to you?”

“Of course it is, Lady Talia,” you grit. She feigns a smile at you, and her eyes sparkle.

She knows that she’s irking you. She loves it.

“Are you close with Lady Rachel of House Azarath?” you inquire. The best use of your time here with Talia is to at least introduce the idea of Rachel as an additional lady-in-waiting.

Talia sips her tea generously before answering. “Yes, she used to be quite close to my son.”

“Well, her and I have only recently met, but we have become incredibly close. She honestly feels like a sister to me –”

“You’re talking about Lady Rachel?”

You gulp and shakingly nod your head. “Yes, I am. Erm – like I was saying, she has become a true friend. Since my family will return to my birthplace soon, and I have left behind my childhood friends, I was thinking about having Lady Rachel join my household staff. As a lady-in-waiting.”

Talia stares blankly at you, her green eyes burrowing into your soul. Her façade soon begins to break as her lips twitch and her eyes crinkles. Soon, she releases out a howling cackle. She laughs and laughs, holding her stomach to support herself.

Joan, Matilda, Honora, and the remaining servants in the room look to one another curiously before they begin to laugh as well. Their laughs start as awkward chuckles until they are bellowing to match their master.

You sit in utter disbelief at the situation unfurling in front of you. There’s a joke hidden in Talia’s laugh, but you remain oblivious to it.

“Oh, oh, my.” Talia wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “Why, yes, of course! Lady Rachel is free to join your household staff.”

Your face is red with embarrassment as the laughs finally die down. You’re not sure what the joke was, and you so desperately want to know.

The food no longer looks appetizing to you. The measly few bites you had appease your stomach for the time being. Desperate for the attention to be off of you, the course of the conversation is redirected.

“Erm – thank you, Lady Talia. Say, how did you enjoy the festivities yesterday?”

“Ahem, yes, it was fine.” Her joyful tone suddenly reverts to its malicious nature. “I presume you enjoyed your wedding night, especially. How very lucky you are to bed a prince when you are…” She points in your general direction. “Well, when you are…you.”

A forced chuckle exits your mouth. Never have you ever met someone as blatantly, yet simultaneously subtly, rude. It dawns on you that her status allows her to speak however she wants, and that social graces are only for those inferior to her.

“I am eternally grateful that Prince Damian chose me to be his wife.”

She waves your pleasantry off. “Yes, yes. After all, he chose you out of…every maiden. I am certain you will do your duties as a wife to ensure his happiness. As long as you bear him heirs, I suppose that is all I can ask for.”

The conversation feels unpleasant to you. After all, shouldn’t your marital relations with Damian be kept between you and him? Admittedly, you’re not sure whether you should alert Talia to the fact that you did notbed Damian last night. Sure, you slept in the same bed, but you are certain that is not what she cares about.

The question that she was dancing around finally is brought to the forefront. “Last night was…successful, correct?”

Your hunger has not yet returned, but you abruptly feel the urge to stuff food into your mouth to avoid answering her.

“Mmhm.”

She leans in dangerously close. She remains across the table, but it seems like she will pounce on you if you dare utter one wrong word.

“Did you bed Damian?”

You breathe in deeply, having had enough of the intrusion. “Lady Talia, I feel as though my relations with your son –”

“This is a yes or no question, dear,” she seethes. “Did you or did not do your duty as the wife of Prince Damian?” She slowly stands as she asks you her question, her anger palpable.

“Does it matter?” you counter. “Why is that any of your business?”

“So, you did not bed him.”

You eye twitches in annoyance. “Lady Talia, I did not say that.”

“You don’t have to.” She slams her hands on the table, shaking it. You jump in surprise and grab hold onto the arms of the seat. The other women in the room hold their breath in frightened anticipation.

“What was the point then? What was it?” She places her hands on her waist and circles you. “There were so many others – richer, prettier, friendlier. Some of them he grew up with. Why you if he doesn’t even want to bed you?”

You remain glued to your seat. Talia looks down at you with rage in her eyes, while you look back with confusion. You don’t know how to answer her question, because ultimately, you’re unsure of the answers yourself. If she had asked you a month prior when you first arrived in Gotham, you probably could have answered that you and Damian shared a sweet encounter from many years past, and that encounter led to your marriage. However, with Damian’s aloofness, you also are uncertain as to why you were chosen to be his bride.

Talia groans in frustration at your muteness. She stomps towards the door, but not before a servant rushes over to open it for her. You watch as she disappears into the hallway, presumably to confront Damian.

You let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Take me back to my quarters,” you order your ladies-in-waiting. “And send for Lady Rachel.”

You pace back and forth in your room, practically burning a hole into the floor. A loud knock disrupts your fervent strides, and in comes your rescuer, Rachel.

“Rachel,” you whimper as your nearly run into her open arms.

Her arms wrap around you tightly, like how a snake suffocates its victims, except her hug was full of love instead.

You’re shaken up by your encounter with Talia, but the culmination of the previous 24 hours bears down upon you. You sink to the floor, Rachel helplessly attempting to lift you back to your feet, but the energy is no longer within you.

“Everything is wrong.”

“What is?” Rachel finally sinks to the floor next to you, holding your head to her bosom, holding you like a mother would do to console her child.

“Everything. This cursed family has brought me nothing but misery. I will be miserable until the end of my days, I fear.”

Rachel gently quiets you and strokes your hair. “No, that will not happen. I will not allow that to happen.”

“It will!” you exclaim. “Damian hates me!”

“He does not hate you.”

“Yes, he does!” Embarrassment sinks into your bones when Rachel asks you to explain.

“Last night was a disaster,” you murmur into her chest.

Rachel stops stroking your head momentarily. “Hmm? How so?” She starts once more playing with your hair.

“I am…still a virgin.”

She pulls your head backwards so that her eyes meet yours. “Do you mean…he has not bedded you yet?”

You cringe in embarrassment. Her shock has only solidified your insecurity – something must be wrong with you. That’s the only explanation!

“No, no, darling,” Rachel clucks. “Do not hide your face from me. It is not your fault – hey – look at me. It. Is. Not. Your. Fault.”

“Then, what is wrong?” You swiftly get to your feet and resume your pacing. “If not me, then what? It’s silly to think that there is another issue at play here.”

Rachel grabs hold of your shoulders and firmly shakes you. “Listen to yourself! You sound mad.” She looks around the room as if it isn’t empty and leans in close to whisper. “Understand that there may be other factors at play. The emotions of man can certainly affect his…libido. Take it from me, I should know.”

She releases her grip, but remains planted in front of your face. “I have had…prior relations.”

You nod at her wide-eyed. This is the first you’ve heard of Rachel speaking about her romantic life.

“Certain emotions can make it hard for a man to perform his husbandly duties. I do not think it wise to push the issue, as to not cause any embarrassment for him.”

You nod your head emphatically, whole-heartedly internalizing her speech. “But – what if he doesn’t bed me tonight either? Lady Talia is already speaking about heirs.”

“Again, do not push the issue. You would rather not face Damian’s wrath.”

A singular, harsh knock interrupts your discussion. In stomps in the subject of the conversation, the man of the hour, your lifeline and your ruin – Damian.

Rachel immediately curtsies out of respect and lowers her head. He opens his mouth to speak, but is seemingly stunned by the presence of another human in your room. He looks back and forth between you and Rachel.

“Husband,” you greet.

The sound of your voice brings Damian back from his trance. He nods his head towards the door and several servants, including your ladies-in-waiting, pile into the room.

“Wife,” he starts. He strides over to you and plants a kiss on your forehead. His lips leave a burning sensation on you, as his sudden display of affection jars you. “Pack your essentials. We leave soon for my father’s.”

“Damian,” you whisper. His face reveals his agitation: his lips are stretched into a scowl and his forehead wrinkles deeply. “Is everything alright?”

His palm reaches to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. You want to believe he does it lovingly, but your heart can’t take that risk.

“You should have called upon me,” he murmurs. “As soon as my mother disrespected you, you should have come to me.”

You look down in shame. So, he’s heard of your interaction with Talia earlier that day. “I did not think that was an option. I did not even know where you were.”

He lifts your head up with his index finger on your chin. He bends as best as he could to meet you at eye-level. “Of course, that is an option. You are my wife.”

You swallow hard. The way he’s looking at you, and comforting you – it’s too much. It’s too sudden. You shimmy your way out of his grasp and look to Rachel for support, only to find her back facing towards you and Damian.

“Lady Rachel has been consoling me.”

Damian stiffens and his jaw tightens. “Thank you, Lady Rachel,” he starts. He looks over his shoulder her, and she does so too ever so slightly. Neither face each other completely, however. “You may now take your leave.”

Rachel nods her head and without turning to say goodbye to you, she starts heading towards the door.

“Wait, no!” you call out. You circle around Damian to reach Rachel’s arm. “Lady Rachel is to be my lady-in-waiting. She must remain by my side.”

Damian’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Your lady-in-waiting?” he repeats brashly.

You huff in irritation. You’re not sure why everyone seems to be so astonished that you want Rachel to be a part of your household staff. “Yes,” you reply.

Damian clicks his tongue in disapproval. The amorous façade he performed just moments prior is now gone. It’s been replaced with the real Damian – the stoic one.

“Fine.” He pushes back you to reach the exit before stopping by the door. He doesn’t even turn around. “Remember, just the essentials.

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behindthewox · 3 months

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NOTE: After a few posts focusing on constructive feedback and suggestions, we're back to criticism. It's still constructive criticism btw: I'm pointing out flaws in the system, explaining why it's a problem and I suggest a "solution". If you don't like it, don't read it.

Fainting is bad.

Why is the fainting system even a thing in the first place? The answer is probably to encourage daily activity, but what about users who can't log in frequently enough to avoid fainting? People who only have a few hours a week to spend on WoX.

I don't think the fainting system is very productive at this point. For some users it might do the trick and increase activity, but for others it's just discouraging. It's very discouraging for newer users to log in and find that they've been timed out and have to wait an hour before they can get back into the fun new website they just discovered. There's a pretty significant risk that they'll just huff, log out, play another game and never bother with WoX again.

Or they'll see a paywall and think "ew capitalism" and maybe go into fanfiction instead. You don't get any timeouts or paywalls on Ao3, or whatever sites the kids publish their smut on these days.

Why on earth would you put a discouraging timeout on a website that is dependent on users actively participating in the content that they get timed out from?!

What sort of message do you think you're sending to new users?

"Oh, welcome back! You haven't been active enough recently and the punishment for that is a one hour timeout, now think about what you've done." "We only want active members here, people who can log in daily and always remember to 'feed' themselves. You've failed the test, but I'll forgive you if you're still here in an hour." "You must prove your worthiness and wait one hour before you may proceed with your topic. If you cannot wait you are not worthy."

You're actively excluding everyone who, for whatever reason, cannot log in and keep their meters filled on a daily basis. And the many users who simply won't remember to do it (ADHD folks, for example).

You're actively preventing users from participating in anything except the one forum for fainted users and the chat.

You're actively excluding users who only have a limited amount of time to spend on the site - imagine finally having an hour to read and respond to a topic only to find that the entire hour will be spent waiting to unfaint (unless you have the IG money, or IRL money, to pay for unfainting) and by the time you can access the topic your one hour of spare time is up.

The fainting system also hinders your site staff from doing their jobs, especially student jobs. You can't expect people to schedule their lives around WoX and daily logins and meters, a lot of users simply can't do that. If someone with a student job has a busy week and only has an hour to log in and do their tasks, they won't be able to do their job if they've fainted. Despite technically having the time, they won't have time and will either have to take absence or risk being told off for not doing their tasks on time.

This is not how you keep your new users. If anything, this is how you lose them.

If the fainting system has to stay, it has to be reduced to 10 minutes or less. I have heard that it originally was 4 hours (what the fudge were they thinking?) and the current 1 hour doesn't seem so bad in comparison, but it's still bad compared to sites that don't have any timeouts at all. You know, like other fandom RP sites?

NOTE TO DAN: Oh, and don't even think about implementing an IRL payment to opt out of the fainting system. It will look like a moneygrab and pay-to-play scheme and you can't afford another fiasco like that. I already made several suggestions for additional site income in my last post, try some of those instead.

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horsemeatluvr23 · 6 days

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btw constructive criticism on my art is always always welcome !!! i know some people shy away from it because u don't wanna give feedback to someone who hasn't asked for it but. i am trying to improve my art skills, particularly when it comes to drawing people and i would rly appreciate advice :D i will never take offence if it's constructive <3

#i'm in art school i can take it ....#i mean i don't want people to be Rude about my work but. feedback is very much appreciated #i like people giving me their honest opinions because i always want to be improving #and when you're looking at your own work it's easy to miss things #also whatever you say my teachers have probably said worse (art tutors are rutheless) as long as you're nice i will welcome it #horsemeatposting #art advice

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Personally, I like constructive criticism, and any feedback my readers want to offer me. But I also put it in the notes of my fics that while I welcome that sort of thing, please check with individual writers before doing so. This is something people do for fun, and if things like that take away from it for you, then people should have the respect and kindness to just not say anything. I'm glad blocking is feature on AO3 now, although I hope you don't have to use it! Btw, I love your work, and it always always makes my day when you update your fics. I love your writing style, and the subjects you tackle(and how!), and I'm so glad other people haven't ruined fanfic for you. ♡♡♡

Thank you ❤️ and yes, it’s totally valid to enjoy it! I know many writers who do, and when you want it it’s great that people leave it! It definitely should be something people only do when it’s solicited, though. I remember the early 2000s forum culture, we had to specify if we wanted CC or not when we shared art and such with the community. I think that was a fabulous rule and it’s kind of a shame we’ve moved away from it. If someone wants CC, then great! But if they don’t, people need to respect that.

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twogyuu · 2 years

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Terrifyingly Innocent

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon

Warnings: Implied smut, mild use of profanity

WC: ~ 800

A/N: Inspired by One Direction’s 'Perfect' and BigBang’s 'Let’s Not Fall in Love'. I didn’t know what to title this drabble 🤡 This is my first time trying something like this >.< Let me know what you think and/or if I should continue/expand on this drabble! Constructive criticism and feedback is always welcome. Shua bday drabble is coming btw 😭 Just need to edit it some more . . .

masterlist || spin-off ch. 1

The sunlight streaming through his opaque bedroom curtains woke Seungcheol from his slumber. He squeezed his eyes tight, stretching his limbs, and letting out a tired yawn. Carefully, he shifted over to his side and blinking several times, letting his eyes adjust to the brightness of the morning. However, as his vision came into focus and a figure formed next to him, he felt his heart sink to the deep dark pits of his stomach.

Jihoon was going to murder him.

Lying only inches away from him was your bare form. You also seemed to be slowly waking up from sleep, based on the way you were scrunching your nose and shifting under the covers. Seungcheol’s breathing hastened as he tried figure out what to do before you awoke. He silently cursed himself when he lifted up the sheets to see he was also not wearing any clothes; he didn’t even have the decency to put on his underwear. His eyes scanned the room for his clothing to see them trailing from the door. He turned back to look at you before shuffling out of bed, only to find you already awake and staring at him, eyes wide and lips scrunched up into a nervous pout.

“You can fake date her, only if she agrees; but do not, I repeat, do not pull that cliché shit and fall in love with her. The last thing I need is for her to be pulled into your crap and get hurt,” Seungcheol heard Jihoon’s warning echoing in the back of his mind.

Seungcheol gulped just as nervously and slid back under the covers, trying to remain calm. When his cheeks hit the pillow, he pulled the sheets closer to his chest and offered you a nervous smile.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Good morning,” you peeped.

You continued to stare at him, and him, you, drinking in the moment. You looked so pretty here. Your eyes were wide with worry that he wished to take away, yet they were bright laced with a hint of darkness. The sunlight streaming through the windows hit your cheekbones just right, giving your skin an ethereal glow. Your lips were still red and swollen from the events of last night, adding just the right tint of color to your features.

Unable to resist your adorable and shy demeanor, Seungcheol reached over to brush away the hair matted against your soft cheek. He let his hand linger longer, cupping your delicate face and his letting his thumb gently trace over your nose to your plush lips.

“Did you sleep well?” Seungcheol asked, trying to get something out of you.

You nodded.

“Good,” Seungcheol said, a gentle smile gracing his face.

You suddenly shrugged away from Seungcheol’s touch and pulled the sheets closer to your chest, a red flush settling on your cheeks. Seungcheol pouted at your change in demeanor and scooted closer to you. His hand lingered down into the sheets to find yours.

Your breath hitched when his fingers intertwined with yours. You stopped shuffling in the bed and looked up at him, your gaze locking with his own. Seungcheol hoped you weren’t able to see the anxiety and doubt underneath his smile. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, letting you know it was okay; that this was okay. Though he was afraid what it meant for his friendship with your brother, you, and himself, he hoped you knew that you could be vulnerable and safe around him.

He wondered what you were thinking in that beautiful mind of yours. Were you disgusted by him? In love with him? Were you upset? Your expression was unreadable. Seungcheol continued to hold your gaze, silently willing you to believe this.

“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol finally whispered to you.

You frowned and shook your head, refuting his apology. “I-it’s okay, Cheol . . . I . . . wanted it too.”

Seungcheol’s heart swelled at your answer. He could feel part of the pressure of this whole situation starting to lift off his chest. He let out a chortle at your shyness and you felt your cheeks starting to burn at your admittance.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked nervously.

You nodded once encouraging him to continue.

His smile slowly fell and he let out a shaky sigh. Seungcheol’s gaze fell to the white bedding between the two of you before he spoke.

“I’m scared,” he said softly.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, though you were surprised. The Seungcheol you knew was bold and fearless.

Seungcheol gave you a sorrowful smile. He reached over to brush his thumb across the crease in your brow, letting his hand linger on your cheek once more.

“I-I’m . . . scared that I’m falling for you, Y/N.”

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formidxble · 3 years

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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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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ masterlist

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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shysnowflake · 3 years

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Hello~ would like to request Xiao X reader which he was on bad day , give cold shoulder and tell them to get lost , then reader just smile sadly . Agreeing his wish and really didnt come meet , how will he fix the situation ? angst abit and fluff at the end please Thank u ~~~~ One shot pls 🙏🙏🍀

“Mistakes”: XIAO X GN! READER

YAY! my first ask, I really hope you like this one and that I meet up with your expectations🥺❤️

btw,any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome✨

““Summary: to hurt is as human as to breathe.””

Certain days are tougher than others,for the Adeptus today were being extremely frustrating, he had met Signora and her men trying to sneak in Lyue,Xiao fulfilled his duty to protect the area,but the woman was much stronger than he'd ever expected, the intense and unknown negative emotions were too much for him to cope with and he felt vulnerable for the first time and like he was not good enough so he decided to just drive those feelings away and not think about it.

{name} were free today so they decided to spend the day in the Inn and give the chief in the kitchen a little hand, the afternoon was fun, a lot of swearing and shouting on the part of the chief, but still fun. Now the Sun was kissing the moon goodbye while they waited patiently for their lover to come back with a warm almond tofu dish they had baked earlier.

When they heard footsteps they went to the balcony and saw Xiao standing there,they take notice that he seemed mad which made them worry about what had happened “welcome back Xiao!” They welcomed him as they stopped next to the man who just nodded, but didn't even look at them, "Did something happen?" Although they knew the answer, they wanted Xiao to tell them because he felt to “nothing that matter to you” {name} were surprised by the sharp tone that the Adeptus had used,it hurt a lot but they tried their best to cheer up the man,even if he didn't want to talk right now they still could try to comfort him “Xiao,I’m sure that whatever happened today it must have been especially hard on you,but don’t worry I'm always here for you when you need-” they said as they tried to reach out for the man’s shoulder but getting their hand slapped away before they could “need you? Why would I ever need a human like you? Do you really thought that you could help me? Don’t say such naive words” Xiao were out of himself,the feeling of being insufficient and not being able to protect his beloved one crossed his mind at the moment and the best choice for him was to push them away,this way they weren't going to get hurt “Leave me alone...{name}” he said in a cold and distance voice as he finally looked at them,but what he saw was somenting that he never even though he would see,{name}were crying but still held a kind and soft smile on their face “I’m sorry,I won’t bother you anymore” they said in a frail and broken voice turning around and leaving.

Xiao was paralyzed,he had made them cry,he had hurt them and he didn't even try to stop them from leaving. The feeling of regret pilling up and leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as his chest felt as it was about to burst,an panic attack,{name} normally would hold him close and help him calm down but this time he were alone,he leaned in the balcony and took deep breaths trying to calm himself down and don't listen to his own thoughts,when a voice called “Xiao? Is everything okay?” it was the inn owner,the Adeptus didn't respond it so she got closer and analyzed the situation,the man were clearly having some sort of panic attack and she had just seen his s/o running off while crying “okay,Xiao focus on my voice,take deep breaths and don’t listen to your thinking,it doesn't matter what they are saying it’s not true or real” she tried to help him using the experience she had from other customers “Verr Goldet... it hurts” the man said and the boss lady were aware that he was referring to the fight with {name} not the physical pain “I’m sure it does,the pain we all feel it’s just another proof that we are alive so use that chance to get yourself together and go fix whatever it is you did before it's too late.” the boss lady of the Inn cared about Xiao a lot and had grown to like {name} just as much,so seeing the state they both were just broke her heart “thank you” and with that he ran off the Inn with his heart calmer searching for his loved one, just before he left, something got his attention, a plate of tofu thrown in the trash at the door, he walked closer and the remorse he felt only intensified but he was determined to get them back and apologize, they were his safe place and had always been there for him but how would he tell them those things?!

It's been two days since the fight and since then, Xiao hadn't seen them, he had searched everywhere and nothing, there was just one spot where he didn't step his foot in the land of Barbatos, Mondstadt. The adeptus was not supposed to leave Lyue,however he went to Zhongli and explained what had happened,the archon felt bad for his guardian so he allowed him to go but he had to come back with {name},that was Zhongli condition which Xiao accept it and now found himself standing at the great gates of the city of freedom “wait for me,{name}” he thought as he walked into the town.

Xiao was uncomfortable with the staring he was receiving and even considered going around the roof, but that could get him into trouble, so he just had to endure the whispering while walking in the direction of the headquarters of the knights.

The adeptus knew that you were there since many times you had told him about your best friend being part of the knights,as he entered the building after escaping the guards he heard the voice he had missed so much in the last days “Xiao?” he looked up and saw {name} with a blue pirate looking man standing by their side “{name},can we talk?” he cut the chase because he wanted to leave that place and have a moment with his s/o alone however the knight didn't seem to like that idea “oh? So you are the famous Xiao huh?! I’m Kaeya captain of the knights of favonius-” “I’m not here to talk to you” "Well then I'm sorry to break it to you but {name} is staying right here with me," Kaeya said as he pulled them closer to his body,Xiao was getting angry by the man’s snarky attitude but deep down he understood it “{name},can we please talk?” he asked one more time and before Kaeya could let out another comment {name} responded it “Xiao wait for me at the garden,then we will talk” the adeptus turned without any other word and went to the garden obediently.

“You can’t seriously be considering going” Kaeya said as soon the adeptus left,“look Kaeya,I know you’re mad at him because of how you found me that night but I know that wasn't Xiao that time,and just the fact that he came to Mondstadt when he wasn't supposed to prove how much he regretted it.” {name} was still hurting from those words but they knew that something extremely serious must have happened to Xiao for him to react that way, however they still wanted their questions answered “fine,but if he says or do anything like that again I'm sending him back to Lyue by force” {name} giggles by Kaeya sentence “well then I’m off”.

When they arrived at the garden, they saw the man standing by the fountain “Xiao” he looked back and got closer to them,he was relieved and glad that they were unharmed but the tired expression and red eyes from crying made him look down in shame from his actions “I’m sorry” that was the first thing he said to them before explained the whole situation with Signora

“I know it doesn't excuse what I said that night, but if it weren't for you, I'd be so... hollow, when I said that I didn't need you, that was such a huge lie, you're the only person I need! I feel so ashamed for my actions but I still couldn't give up,not on you,so I’m sorry for everything I said.. I’m so sorry” his voice went quiet at the last line but still had the same tone of remorse,Xiao knew the feeling of being left alone and he was scared of going back to that,{name} walked closer to him and cupped his face to make him look up “I'm not asking you to tell me everything Xiao,just rely on me more all right?” they said with a warm smile on their face,Xiao seeing that there was no one around,he gently wrapped his arms around their body pulling them close “I love you..{name}” The sudden confession took them aback because he was definitely not the type to say or do this kind of thing in open spaces, but everything had been so problematic over the last few days that they just wrapped their arms around him and whispered back “I love you too.. Xiao”

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haikyuuthots · 4 years

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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 · 3 years

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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 · 5 years

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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.)

#dosartchallenge!#dosartchallenge #dos #dreaming of sunshine #shikako nara #root #naruto #art #my art #digital art #art challenge

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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 🤗😘

#xius-exos #you are the sweetest in the world!!!#thank you for the compliments :)#I am flattered :)

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kirawritesaboutevanstan · 6 years

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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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Interested in reading more of my stories? Well you can find them right here

TAGLIST IS OPEN for both my permanent and my series. Currently, those are the only taglists I have. Contact me either by an ask or message specifying which one you prefer x

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

Hope you liked it! Don’t be shy to give me feedback, even if its constructive criticism, that is welcome too! If you do provide any kind of feedback, I will love you forever and also die for you x

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