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#Won't pick sides just don't send fucking death threats!!!
ramshacklerevenant · 2 years
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witchofthevale · 5 months
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You don't know why people send hate? Because they want to make others mad. On Twitter, if 1 year ago you said you were team green, you'd have 20+ people calling you slurs just because of it. For your preference, opinion, taste that DOESN'T HURT anyone. It happened on Tumblr too. Ask greenies and they'll tekk you. So why people can't mind their own business and stop willingly search for certain tags to see people expressing their opinion only for them to go full rampage mode because soemone expressed different preference? hotd fandom is the most toxic fandom I've ever been so whole idea of fandom being escapism, safe space to enjoy something is wishful thinking at this point. Why is that? 2 teams on the narrative of the show which would make people pick one side over another + polarising portrayal of team Black and team Green which speaks to black and white us against them way of thinking + general audience's age + immaturity of majority of people in this fandom. Sorry but this fandom was doomed from the start. What I mean is better for peace of mind to have smaller group of people to interact with when you know no one will attack you because your opinions are the same than try to make friends with people who might insult you whenever they want because your tastes are sometimes different. The truth is if someone wants to send hate their excuse could be anything you said. Now people are throwing slurs or rape/murder/anything apologist without understanding what it means. Our past in this fandom is different. Doing things for my mental health is my top priority. I don't know why you assume I've blocked 90% of fandom when it's maybe 50% but I guess after getting death threats I don't care about being liked by everyone. What I won't accept is behaving like a 3 years old just because I don't like Rhae Rhae and throwing a tantrum rectifying all kinds of slurs. It's good no one attacked you before. You're lucky because it's rare in this fandom on here or Twitter. I hope you won't deal with immature people sending you death threats and insults because you don't like x character. You still are enthusiastic about this fandom and I hope you won't have people attacking you when season 2 airs. I wish I was as enthusiastic though.
Damn ok, I'm sorry if I come off as flouncy or as if I didn't care about all the toxicity in the fandom. I'm usually not so careless, but I guess replying at 3am with melatonin pills already kicking in had been my fault.
First off, I do know why people send hate. I went off on it as more the energy you have to bring up to purposefully be an asshole and not have the guts to even put on a face or a name to. Out of all the mindful things you do in your day to day, sending someone a nasty, fucked up message as if nobody taught you any manners, is the most mind boggling. To me at least.
Im also sorry that your experience has been horrible since the start, I guess since this has been my fourth fandom I've actively joined in— written for, made an account for — I've learned which energy I devote to as out of all the fandoms I've been, this definitely takes the cake as the most toxic. I've been aware of how toxic this fandom is since last year, my best friend having been a devoted ASOIAF fan who read F&B like the bible (lol), she's exposed the gory bits of the team green vs team black discourse to me. Neither of us have engaged and I almost didn't watch the show because of that (and how much she ranted about the many changes, foremost, the mess of the ages).
Blocking is one hundred percent better for your mental health if you've had this much of a horrible experience, especially if you're keen to stay. It's truly the only way you'll survive through it. I don't block others based on not sharing the same opinions as I do , but I have blocked some who not only don't share my opinions, but say it in an aggressively ugly way.
Dunno if I've missed anymore points, I can tell this is important for you to explain to me so I wanted to reply as fast as I can. I'll be too busy the rest of the day otherwise. If I've missed anymore, please feel free to tell me.
I guess I didn't realize this was such a heavy topic for you as I felt the earlier one was sent pretty out of the blue as I didn't know where the reply initially came from, and I replied too lackadaisy.
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just-antithings · 2 years
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On the subject of antis attacking an artist for "whitewashing" characters, I (as an artist) can confirm I am terrified of drawing POC characters in case someone decides I don't pick the exact right shade. Forget how lighting and atmosphere affect color choices on the entire art itself: clothing, hair, etc. People will do a color drop of a character's skin and tell you to use only that color. Great, sure, that will work as long as I draw art with that exact amount of lighting and vibrancy. (Vibrant colors actually hurt my eyes, so no, I never do that.) It's ridiculous how non-artists critique like this. Tell me you know nothing about art without telling me. I've seen POC artists attacked for whitewashing, when they ARE the character's race! Also seen it when the subject is standing next to a white character and they are CLEARLY darker.
It's such a shoot yourself in the foot moment for antis because now many artists don't want to draw POC characters at all because it's like hitting submit and crossing your fingers no one will take it wrong, call you racist, and send you death threats.
Man so this may end up being long if so I'm sorry if not good.
So I want to first and foremost say, I totally get it. I try and go out of my way to make the things I write as diverse as I can, and recently had to actually go through and completely change some character to be less diverse. I can't make my main characters too diverse because it's outside of things I understand and I don't want offend people so I tend to try and make my side characters diverse instead. However there is now post floating around saying if you're poc characters are side characters like the best friend or other such characters thats racist too because they are only there to support the main character. Which only leads me to not writing diverse characters at all, because I'll fuck it up if it's a main character since I don't have comprehensive knowledge of what's good and bad for ethnic groups I'm not in but if I don't make them the main character I'm racist cause they don't have an important enough role. If I don't write them I'm racist but I'm racist if I don't do it "correctly" either. These people are so starved for diverse characters and don't seem to realize they are also the ones keeping people from writing them, but they won't make the content themselves either because they only want to consume it. There really is no winning with them. I would love to write more diverse stories but I refuse to when I know I'll be attacked no matter what I do. It's hard, but I totally get what you mean anon. Maybe things will get better Maybe they won't, but I know that personally I will just write what I know until it does get better. If no one is going to appreciate when I try to write diversity then I just won't do it for my own sake.
TDLR just in case: if no matter what I do will be determined as racist I will simply avoid writing characters of color
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pleasancies · 3 years
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First Shot
wordcount : 2k+
content / warnings : futuristic whump, lady whump, defiant whumpee, electrocution, hunted, animal attack, starvation, human experimentation, animal death, graphic depictions of violence, eating live animals, leg injury
I was planning for a simple running off from wild animals story but stuff happens. The story got dark. Tag : @summer-of-whump
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Previous Chapter
Avis woke up with a shiver. Wind gushes through her hair. Little thorns prickled at her back. She tried to heave herself up, but there's a twinge of pain in her arms that runs deep into her bones. It was dark, but she could smell the rain, hear the sound of leaves rustling and crickets chirping. She needs to get up. Keep moving. This isn't the lab anymore. She has to go back. Avis slowed her breathing. Her finger clawed into the ground. Grass brushing against her palm. With a count of to three, she heaved herself up. Pain flared on her arm. She grimaced. Pushing her body to stand was easier.
Every step was uncertain. Bare feet meets fallen twigs. The sound of it breaking is almost deafening. She felt around. Trees, moss, and stone. Avis was afraid she's going around in circles. But she's free, as baffling as it is. Last thing she remembered was the lab. The oxygen mask. John and Lisette. Fenrir.
Did they left her her because they thought she's dead? The test, whatever it is, was a blank in Avis head. Possible memory wiping technology? Too many question marks. Potential threats to report when she managed to get back to her friends.
"Hello, Miss. How are you feeling?" The voice made her jump. She turned her head, frantically looking where it came for.
"Down here. Look at your feet."
Sure enough, there's an ankle bracelet. Avis did the sensible thing to do, prying at it so it falls off. It was glued to her legs.
The voice speaks again, "This is the test we were preparing you for. Don't worry, the serum will kick in soon and fingers crossed it works. Now, I'd like you to—"
"Go fuck yourself, John." Avis spat. She grabbed a sturdy looking branch. Clenching her jaws, she forced it between her ankles. Avis let out a small yelp, as the twig tears apart the fused flesh and machine. Drops of blood falls along her toes. Still, she kept going without hesitation.
A nasty crackling noise send Avis movements into a halt. Her entire body jerked as electricity pierced her ankles and burned her veins.
"If you tried to break free then I'll zap you again. Got it?"
Avis tried to speak, but her teeth was still chattering from the aftershocks. She could hear Lisette murmuring on the other side. The girl was too far from the mic for anyone to clearly hear.
John went on, "I really don't want to do this. The more we hurt you, the more likely this project fails and you die. But you took things to an extreme."
"I'm a Heretic, I have to do what I have to do," Avis muttered. Her ankle cuff buzzed a noise that might have been an exasperated sigh.
"I urged Professor Clayton to release you without the shock bracelet. I don't want to reinforce your group's indoctrination that we're sadistic tyrants. But I guess he's right. You and your people are beyond saving."
"I don't need a baby-faced intern who looked like he could die if he lift a potato sack to save me."
Lisette's laugh can be overheard from the speaker.
"That goes for you too, Lise. You're complicit in this," John gruntled. "Fair enough, answer me, Miss. How do you feel? Avoid using profanities, please."
"Like I've been electrocuted, dear boy."
"Other than that. Emotions, physical conditions, list everything."
Avis frowned. It would be so easy to flip him off. Why would she answer to some milquetoast intern about how she feels? The boy might never even starve in his life. Her jaw and gums hurt. After the shock, her ankle felt strangely heavy. There's a veiled threat in his words. They injected her with something.
"How do you feel, Heretic?"
Do you even know my name?
She pick herself up, looking at the distance. Now she could see faint outlines of the trees around her. Faint glints of light hidden in branches. A camera? Avis stared at it.
"Hungry."
"Good, good. How about your emotions, and your perception. Compare to what you see and hear when you first wake up to now."
"A-agitated. Pissed. I want to kill you. My left arm hurts. My teeth hurts." Avis stopped, composing her thoughts. The tip of her fingers felt foreign. As if it belonged to someone else. She wondered what Sherman are doing now.
"Miss."
"Sorry. I'm thinking about my friends."
There's that buzz again. She could discern it. General interference and background noise. Keyboards clacking. Pen scratching at paper.
"Why do you think of them?" John's voice sounds so clear. Sickening. Avis could hear his breath. It was slightly shallow. Did this kid has ashtma? The image of him wheezing to death as she slowly crush his windpipes made a tight sensation in her belly.
"Dunno. Can you stop talking? Your voice makes me want to gnaw at my ankle."
"Alright. Answer my question first, Miss. Any significant change in your senses. This could be vision, hearing, smell, anything."
Avis point at the hidden cameras, "One, two, three, four, there might another one over there, but I need to come closer."
She put a hand on her stomach. It's like there's a hole in there. Somehow it reminds her of the well in her parents' house. The twinge on her arm had dissipate, replaced by a dull throb coming from the inside of her gums. There's just so many things she doesn't see or hear before. Hard to keep track. Her thoughts were jumbled, running all over the place. John muttered a curse.
"John, I thought you said there's no need for profanities."
"You're not supposed to hear that. It's the serum."
Avis froze. The buzzing thoughts stopped. Cold panic gripped her chest. The forest she's starting to feel familiar with becomes unrecognizable. As if someone had brought her to a mirror world. The trees and rocks similar, yet still a twisted replica of itself. How could she not notice?
"What did you do to me?"
"It's only temporary, calm down."
She hissed. Avis took a start, crouching on the ground. The cameras are more than blinking lenses. She could see the machines, the holes it's stuck to. She lunged at the closest one. Her thoughts blend into a murky set of instinct and sensation. Lisette shouted in the background. Avis bit at the lenses, and pulled. She bashed it on to the trees. Stray cables flew.
There's still more eyes watching her. A few trees away. She took a step back, lowered her body, and—
An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the woods. Her vision went dark. Her body convulsed. Avis fell. She grunted as her back collide with ground.
Still pumped with adrenaline, Avis practically jumped from the ground. Her head flinched back before she speaks. "C-coward! Where are you!"
Another shock. Blood leaked from her ankle. Avis curled in on herself. She blinked away her tears.
No, I'm not going to die like this!
Her body wailed in protest as she heaved herself up. They tased her again. And again.
She lay there for a while, afraid to move. Her fingers twitched. Something had grown in the tips of her nails.
"You're allowed to move now," the voice from the bracelet said. It was deeper. Older. "Please stand."
Getting up was a chore. Avis almost flinched as she expects another sting. One of her feet feels heavy. She leaned at a tree, trying not to move so hard. The gnawing feeling at her stomach is stronger now. She was still shaking and her ankle hurts everytime the skin touches the bracelet.
"I'm so sorry for ruining this Professor," John said.
"Don't be sorry. She's still awake. Project Fenrir, would you please tell me about your injuries?"
Avis grimaced, "You burned my ankle."
"How about your hunger?"
She wondered what Professor Clayton looked like. Until now the man only exist as a name John and Lisette talked about. How big is his head? Does it fit into her mouth? Avis shook her head. Disturbing that the serum made those thoughts came so easily to her.
"You didn't see me eating did you?"
"Aside from the camera I guess not."
"Thought so."
Maybe eating the head is unwise. It would satisfy her anger but it might hurt her jaw. Avis hope this professor is fat. More meat to fill her sick.
"I want to eat you, old man."
"We'll feed you. Soon. This is your test. We will send you a moving obstacle. Defeating them will grant you food. The wound in your ankle might hamper your movements, but if you're as skilled as your file suggest, I believe you can survive them. Good luck!"
Avis cursed under her breath. They left her no choice but to obey. She put her finger into her mouth. Her teeth had grown. Sharp edges and bigger fangs. She hoped the change isn't too drastic. Her friends would have a hard time finding her if she looked like a monster. James kids' would be afraid of her and she couldn't be their nanny anymore.
She should keep moving. Whatever that moving obstacle was, it's not going to be pretty.
Despite her limp, it was easier to navigate the forest. She had adjusted through the dark, and the uneven terrain wasn't so rough after you noticed it's patterns. It was an artificial forest. For miles there was no animal or a single fruit growing in the trees. The ground won't be too altered by the vegetation.
James had taught her once about the fake forests. The trees are real and organic, everyone knows that. But what's unsettling was it's history. Years ago, when the seeds of the trees weren't even made. The Empire was given a choice of which artificial plant variety it's going to use for conservation efforts. They chose the ones unable to bear fruit. The official documents said it produce oxygen more than the others. Besides, most of the land animals that can survive without human intervention had gone extinct. But the thing killed nearby wild plants. Soon enough, the main source of food are from corporate farms and their trademarked seeds.
Avis thought about James while she aimlessly walked in the forest. How he might think, working as a forester and having to plant the artificial seeds. She missed him. She missed Sherman, Emmett, Nancy, pretty much everyone. She hoped they made it out of the city.
A howl tore through the forest. The hurried steps making a beeline to Avis location. She heard panting and leaves crunching. It was a pack. Avis crouched, running more with her hands than her feet. She made a turn. The wolves changed their direction.
The animals were more intelligent that it supposed to. It doesn't seem to follow Avis by a trail. Everytime she repositioned herself the wolves follow. Always a straight line to her. It wasn't long until her throbbing ankle made her trip. Avis bit her lip. She shouldn't make a noise. She grabbed at her bracelet, desperately pulling at it so her burns get a chance to breathe. The footsteps grew louder. She clenched her teeth and started to stand.
The ground was spinning under her feet. Avis staggered. She was out of breath. Her stomach is growling.
Left foot, right foot. Come on, move!
Her face meets the forest floor. The hairs in the back of her neck stood up. A growl. Right behind her.
It dragged her by the neck. The other lunged at her face. Avis clawed and kicked. It hits the air. Another touches flesh. She smelled blood. Her throat was dry. She heard a yelp. It pulled her out of panic. Avis crawled as fast she could. They can't make her kill these animals.
One wolf caught her by the hair. They yanked her off the ground. She land head first onto a tree. She slid down, only to be bit by the ribs and feet. Avis flailed her claws into the air. They dropped her.
The smell of blood was too much. It filled her nostril. The emptiness in her middle ached. Avis lost. Her teeth finds flesh. Her ears barely register the dying cry of the two dogs. She chewed. She swallowed. Warmth filled her stomach. Nerves flared in delight.
When Avis came to her senses, there was only her and two carcass.
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"Congratulations, Fenrir. You passed your first test with flying colors."
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weightlessau · 4 years
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adorable and soft [ateez; jongho]
Warnings: mentions of guns and a few curse words
part two of cute and squishy
summary: the weekly meet up didn’t go quite as you expected (well, maybe you did expect it a little bit)
requested (yay!!), it’s maybe a little more actioney than they wanted but i swear it’s fluffy!
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Unfortunately that date Jongho mentioned never panned out. Just after lunch Sunhi and you only had a few minutes to exchange numbers before the whole group made their way home again, because of a 'sudden emergency'. Days after them you went home as well.
Sunhi and you are practically best friends at this point, even if she does keep quite a few secrets from you. Like why there's always one of the other men shadowing behind her when you meet up or where all her money comes from, but you never press on for more information. You're smart enough to guess that whatever her and her group is involved in, you probably don't want to be a part of that.
Today is one of those meet ups Sunhi and you have at least once a week.
'What should we do today?' Sunhi texts you in the morning to which you already have an answer to.
'There's this bar that I've wanted to check out. Do you want to go tonight?'
'Sure! I'll come pick you up at 8'
'Who are you coming with today?' you ask her. You secretly hope that it's Jongho, even though you're still embarrassed that you called him 'squishy', you have to admit that he is quite cute. After some contemplation you have also decided that a date with him may not be a bad idea, but you don't want to be the one to contact him. You're still unsure of his motives, if he really asked you out on a date or if he just said that to fluster you. He didn't have the chance to ask you again. Apparently he's 'out of the city for work'. You didn't want to know what kind of 'work' considering the answer you got after you called Jongho cute. A thinly veiled death threat.
A couple minutes later, Sunhi gives you an answer to your previous question and you think that maybe luck is on your side, 'Joong said that Jongho is free today ;)'
'Stop with the winking,' you whine over text. Of course everyone noticed the conversation Jongho and you had at the lunch table and Sunhi teases you constantly because of that. You're not alone in your suffering, though; you heard that Jongho is only referred to as 'squishy' by the other men.
';)))))' she sends you back and ends the conversation.
At exactly eight o'clock that night a black car pulls up in front of your home. Although you can't see who is sitting inside the car due to the darkened windows, you can be sure that Sunhi and Jongho are waiting for you.
Before you reach the car, Jongho has already hopped out and swung open the backdoor for you.
"My lady," he greets you.
"Thank you, Jongho." He closes the door when you're seated inside and gets into the driver's seat.
"You're still calling me Jongho?" he asks cheekily from the front while Sunhi just laughs at your flustered face.
"That's your name, isn't it?" you say with a smile and a roll of your eyes. He's still flirting with you, maybe you'll have a date by the end of the night, you hope.
Before Jongho can continue your little banter, Sunhi cuts in and you two start a conversation, completely ignoring Jongho at the the front.
When the three of you get into the bar Sunhi and you immediately sit down at a table and order some drinks for you and of course food. Jongho sits down a few tables down, body turned towards your table to see when you're potentially in danger.
Minutes of laughter turn into hours and soon Sunhi and you just slur the whole talk and lean on the table between you heavily while Jongho laughs at you behind his third meal (he has to pass the time sober somehow and what better way than trying the whole menu one by one?). The laugh is wiped off of his face when he sees a man approaching your table and striking up a conversation. He doesn't intervene in any way, before Sunhi or you show any signs of discomfort. But that thought is thrown out when three more men join that Jongho knows closely.
"Aren't you Hongjoong's little bitch?" Jongho hears as he quickly sends a message to his leader and makes his way to your table.
'Rival gang at bar'
'At least four of them'
'Need backup'
Jongho just presses send on his messages and doesn't wait for an answer. He has to get you two out of here before the situation escalades and innocent people get injured.
Turns out that won't be as easy as planned.
"Well if that isn't Choi Jongho." The man nudges a friend standing next to him.
Jongho swallows the insults that are crawling up to his mouth and instead says, "I don't want any stress here, so just leave it." Quietly he adds a quick, "you bastards" as he tries to usher a drunk you and an equally drunk Sunhi out of the bar. Thankfully the bill was already paid when you ordered.
"What did you just say?" A gun is whipped out and the customers of the bar start screaming the second they notice what is happening.
"Shit," he mutters under his breath.
Now the other men have also drawn their guns, pointing them all towards your group. No one says a word now, the whole bar has fallen quiet out of fear. Even you can feel yourself sobering up.
The doors to the bar slam open and Hongjoong marches in, with his gun drawn, closely followed by Wooyoung and San.
"Drop your fucking guns or you'll be in big trouble," Hongjoong threatens, "you're in our territory right now. You don't want me to contact your leader, do you?" He keeps his voice controlled and low, almost like he's having the most boring conversation, making him seem even more threatening.
Your blurry eyes see one of the rival gang's men raise his gun slightly, but before he can go any further a gun shot echoes through the bar before the customers scream out. The man drops down to his knees and clutches his left thigh where blood is oozing out.
"Wooyoung!" Jongho shouts out to the shooter.
"What?" Wooyoung shrugs, "he was about to do something."
The rival's grab the armpits of the injured member and drag him to the exit, where Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung are standing.
"This isn't over," the injured one spits at Hongjoong as they pass him and flee.
Hongjoong lets out a sigh while he looks around at the terrified faces meeting him, including yours. He walks over to his wife and throws his arm over her shoulder, hugging her intoxicated form to him.
"We'll go home now," he announces to the boys. "Jongho, you take [y/n] home." You see the small smirk decorating his face.
"Okay," Jongho agrees and ushers you towards the exit.
As you pass, you could swear that you heard San snicker and say, "good night, squishy."
Outside you are greeted by the biting cold, washing away your drunkenness, when you hurry towards the car.
The car ride is quiet with you trying to process what just happened. But you weren't all that surprised. After all, you expected them to be a part of shady business and that just got confirmed.
"Can you stop when you see a convenience store?" You break the tense silence.
"What would you need at this time?" Jongho asks, confused as he glances over to you shortly.
"I want to drink some more. I can't deal with this shit semi-sober right now. Either I'm completely sober or completely smashed, or I'll go crazy tonight," you explain your sudden plan to him and coincidentally a 24/7 open store appears on the side of the road, making Jongho pull over and park the car.
A few cups of beer and soju later, you're slurring again, leaning against Jongho's broad frame. Your drunken state lets you let loose a little bit. Or more than a little. You even go as far as hugging him, pressing your cheek onto his chest and squeezing him tightly.
"You're so squishy." There's nothing in you that thinks talking to Jongho is a bad thing right now. You drowned all those thoughts with alcohol.
"So soft," you slur and snuggle closer, closing your eyes in bliss.
"Alright, [y/n], I think it's time for you to go home," Jongho laughs and tries to peel you off carefully, but you only tighten your grip and pout up at him, with your chin propped onto his chest.
"No," you look into his eyes firmly to refuse and then press your cheek onto his chest again, closing your eyes.
You feel the rumble of Jongho's laugh vibrating his chest and then feel strong arms embracing you.
"Step on my feet," Jongho tells you and you follow his order, stepping your right foot onto his left and your left onto his right, still clinging onto him but this time with him securing you onto his body as he walks you two to the car. He helps you into your seat and your head immediately lulls to the side, half asleep, as Jongho reaches over you and puts on your belt for you. Before he can duck out of the car to get into the drivers seat, you grab his arm and look up at him with your eyes as pleading as possible.
"I want a good dream," you mumble.
"And why are you telling me that?"
"I want you to-," you pause, "I don't know. I forgot." You cross your arms over your chest and pout again as you look straight ahead, facing away from the still hunched Jongho as if it's his fault that you forgot.
Jongho doesn't try to make you remember and just closes the door and gets in on the other side.
A few minutes of driving pass when suddenly you scream out, "squishy!" making Jongho swerve the wheel.
"That's what I forgot!"
"What the hell, [y/n]!" he slightly raises his voice out of panic. "What does that even have to do with a good dream?"
You shrug, happy that you now know what you forgot, "I don't know."
Jongho has to resist rubbing his face in frustration, a defeated smile taking over his lips. "How about we're quiet the rest of the ride, [y/n]?" Jongho phrases it like a question, but doesn't want an answer from you, which he doesn't get.
You just stare at his side profile for the rest of the ride, admiring his features and his cute little smile. A dreamy smile graces your face as you prop your elbow onto the armrest and your chin onto your hand.
"You're really pretty," you whisper, not even realizing that you're talking. Jongho doesn't show any more reaction than his smile broadening slightly, the action pushing his cheeks up and making them appear more full.
"So soft." As if in a trance, you reach out towards his hypnotizing cheek and quickly grab it between your fingers before Jongho can even react in any way.
"Ow! [y/n]!" he warns you, "let go of my cheek!"
You laugh loudly, "no."
A sigh leaves him and he gives up, trying to rip his face away from your grasp while driving.
Thankfully you arrive just a few minutes later. Jongho helps you walk into your home. Already having a routine for when you come home drunk, you lead him to your kitchen and sit down on the counter.
"I'm thirsty," you slur out, looking at Jongho with half opened eyes.
When he hands you your glass of water after opening every possible drawer and cupboard, you sulk, "and hungry."
A slice of bread and two more glasses of water later, you get ready for bed and Jongho tucks you in for the night. He can't get off the bed though, because you have his arm cuddled against your chest.
"Stay," you hum and pull his arm further to you, making him stumble onto the bed completely, landing beside you. You let go of his arm then and open your arms, "come here, squishy," you pet your chest, "let me cuddle you."
Having given up resisting the drunk you, he lays his head onto your chest and lets you squeeze him, "why do you only call me squishy when you're drunk?" he teases you. There is no point in him feeling embarrassed when he's actually feeling very comfortable in this position, pulling you to him as well.
"Do you not want to be my squishy?"
"Only if you go on a date with me."
"Ask me in the morning."
And with that Jongho can feel you tight grip on him softening. He stays lying next to you until the next morning when he asks you the question properly this time.
"Do you want to go out on a date with me?"
bonus
You accept.
Even though you're together, you still only call him 'squishy' when you're drunk, but he gets reminded of the nickname often enough by his friends.
p.s. thank you so much for 100 followers 🥰
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Beautiful - Andy Biersack
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Summary: 2011- Andy teaching you how to apply warpaint
A/N you can place requests, just go to the pinned post on my profile :)
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Hate didn't bother you.
You constantly saw Tweets about how ugly you are or how stupid you are and you were completely unfased. You knew your self worth.
Same goes to Andy.
He didn't give a flying fuck everytime someone would say he looks like a skeleton or when they mentioned the amount of makeup he wore.
When the two of you got together, the hate rose.
You both came from different backgrounds.
You were a YouTuber and pop singer, known for your cheeky humor and beauty.
And he was a rock artist, known for always being leather-clad and screaming.
People say he's a Satanist, just because of the way he dresses. They don't care to know the real Andy Biersack.
A few of his fans gave you shit, but a lot of your fans went crazy sending him hate.
'Why does he wear so much makeup lmao. Insecure bastard.'
'Y/N is so beautiful, and she decides to date the emo freak'
'This has to be a publicity stunt, there's no way she would date that guy'
It hurt you knowing a lot of fans don't even support the two of you, but in the end, hate was just hate. You paid no mind to it, and neither did Andy.
Until recently.
"Hey, babe, do you wanna go out?" You asked, poking your head through the door. You have heen dating him for five months now, always having constant sleepovers. At this point, he practically lived with you.
You frowned as he shook his head. He was seated criss-cross on the bed, watching a BatMan movie with this dead look in his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" You questioned, taking a seat next to him.
Andy just shrugged, eyes glued onto the TV screen.
"Andy," you said more forcefully, "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it,"
That was the problem about Andy; he didn't like to seem vulnerable. If he was feeling down, he likes to keep it to himself. You understood, because you did the same thing.
You sighed, laying down and holding your arms up. Even though he won't talk about what's bothering him, you would still comfort him. He laid next to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around him.
"Love you, Andy,"
"Love you too, Y/N,"
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Fifteen minutes later, he was fast asleep, and his phone was buzzing.
You ignored it, continuing to play with his hair as he slept peacefully, head resting on your shoulder.
But the buzzing wouldn't stop.
So you picked up his phone. Andy didn't mind if you used it. You weren't going to snoop, you were better than that. You were just checking if this was important.
They were messages from Twitter.
Death threats. Comments towards his weight. His clothes. The makeup.
You sighed, turning off his phone. That was why he was acting strange. It was starting to get to him.
You sent a text to your manager, asking him to deal with the death threats, then procceeded to wake up Andy.
"Babe," you whispered, gently poking his side, "Baby,"
"Mfmmm," he groaned, burying his face in your neck.
"Andy, I need to talk to you,"
He knew something was up when you called him by his name and not "babe" or "baby". He opened his big blue eyes, sitting up, "Yeah?"
"I saw Twitter,"
He looked down, "It's nothing, Y/N-"
"No, it's something, Andy!" You stopped him, "You were getting death threats!" You took a deep breath, "Maybe you should take a break from Twitter for a week or two,"
"Maybe," he muttered, biting his lip. He grabbed his phone, deleting the app.
You grabbed your own phone: "Hey guys! Just saying @ Andy_Biersack is taking a small social media break, so he's going to be inactive. Stay safe, everyone! Xoxo"
"I have an idea," you said with a grin. You stood up, grabbing your camera. You took Andy's hand and hauled him out of bed, leading him your bathroom. You sat you camera down, turning it on, "Hey, guys! I'm here with my lovely boyfriend, Andy!"
He looked at you in confusion, then back at the camera, "Um, hi?" He said awkwardly.
You laughed, "So today I thought it would be fun if Andy teaches me how to do the warpaint!"
His eyes widened, "Um, I don't think that's a good idea," he said, scratching the back of his neck, "A lot of your fans don't like me and the warpaint and-"
"I don't give a shit what they think. I love you with or without the warpaint, and I know you love doing it. So I want to make this video with you, showing everyone how strong you are and how you're not gonna let their shit get to your head. So please, babe?" You begged.
He bit his lip, "Fine,"
You smiled brightly, "Thanks, baby," you kissed his cheek, "Okay, so what do we do first?"
You had a vanity for your makeup needs, but Andy did most of his in the bathroom since he's pretty messy.
He walked you through his routine, the both of you a giggly mess, cracking jokes the whole time.
". . . And then you just apply the lipstick and you're done," he said as you did as told.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, then Andy, "See, this video wasn't so bad?" You grinned. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss to his lips, "Beautiful," you whispered, resting your forehead against his.
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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years
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Nightsky and tears from his angel's eyes
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"You're going to get sick." He spatted angrily at seing you on the balcony, staring up at the sky above.
You turned around just a bit, blanket over your shoulders and mug on your cold hands as you sended him a sheepish smile at his direction.
"I am not. I have this blanket as a shield!" He arched his eyebrow, unimpressed look and dissapointment writen over his face at your words.
"I thought you would give me at least a better excuse. This was just ridiculous and not scientific at all."
You shrugged, still with that smile on your face as you returned to look at the sky above you, brushing your lips against the mug and enjoying the hot drink you made for yourself.
He walked towards you, ready to just lush you inside before he noticed the cellphone left aside on the tiny table as another mug full of tea was by the side of the spoken object.
It was the one he enjoyed. You knew it he was just going to join you. Such a brat.
You looked up a bit and giggled when he rolled his eyes and took a seat next to you, his muscles tensing a bit when you layed your head on him before he breathed in teh scent of the soap you used to shower.
Great. No germs. It was a clean area.
You sighed when your cellphone buzzed, when you went to pick up, Chisaki beat it you to it and immediately frowned at seing who exactly sended you a message... more than one actually.
"... You didn't told me he was starting to contact you again."
"A few minutes ago that it started..." you sighed and took the phone out of his hand turning it off with a huff and almost throing the device on the table "I don't even know anymore." You sighed.
He looked at you with a frow before he sighed and looked down at the ground.
"I told I can get rid of h-"
"He is still my father Kai." You interrupted him and he scoffed.
"So much of a father." You two stayed in silence while he got his own mug and pushed his mask down. Taking his own sip while watching your features... calm and serene like a river.
How he wondered. If he was in your place he would already be planning this men's death... yet you still looked at the sky, smile on your face back.
"Honestly, how can you get so calm about it?" He sighed "And why don't you let me go after him? He deserves it (Y/n)." He growled the last part as you sighed.
"Maybe he does, maybe don't." You looked at your own drink and your smile simply fell... completely.
He despised your father in so many levels... only the thought of him could take away your happiness.
"...he sended me a message asking me how was I doing. Told me he missed, loved me and such..."
Fucking liar.
"And you believed on him?" He asked in anger, immediately regretting wwhen he saw a drop of tear running down your face and falling in your drink.
"No... not anymore."
He scoffed and brought you to a hug, setting your mug down before the action.
"He doesn't deserve your tears. Hell, doesn't deserve anything." He spatted as you wiped away the tears in your eyes.
"I hate seing you cry..." he breathed in your hair, trying to calm down himself for your sake "Just let me get rid of him angel..."
"No Kai... he simply wasn't ready to be a father... just that. But it just annoying-" you hissed "How many times he pretended to know that he fucked up, and yet when I forgave him on the past he just goes and do stupid stiff again and again."
"He will pay. We are from the yakusa after all."
"Kai I don't want you or the Hassaikai getting involved with this." You whispered, looking into his eyes with teary ones "Please..."
His heart seemed to tear apart from the look you just gave to him... it was so broken and so... desperate. So unusual of his loved one eyes.
"Fine..." he brought you close to rest his chin on the top of your head, rubbing your back awkwardly when he heard your sniffles.
"He knows about our weeding..." he froze, disgust crawling on his skin at the mere thought of that filth. "But I don't want him there...! I can't bare with the thought of him there!" You sobbed as he frowned even more, ignoring the wet on his shirt growing as he hushed a bit.
"He left all to my mom and grandma to do and simply wants to appear on the weeding?! Fuck-!" You fisted his clothing as you closed your eyes tightly... "I am such a fuck up child-"
"Enough." He shoved you a bit away from him as he cupped your wet cheek on his gloved hand "Don't you dare blame yourself for that project of a man's actions (Y/n). You gave him many chances, forgave him many times, try even to love him just like you did as a child." He frowned more at he tears of your face falling before he grabbed his handkerchief to wipe the drops of water off.
"And he wasted. All his chances, he threw it on the trash." He whispered lowly as you nodded along with his words "... You dont need him (Y/n)."
You sighed shakily before hugging him again, gripping on him like a safe boat.
"... then who I am going to walk..? My uncle and my grandfather won't be able to, my family would never let it down..."
And idea popped into his head the exact moment you finished your sentence, the thought alone bringing a smile to his face as he kissed the top of your head lovingly.
"We will figure it out."
~
You yawned, fixing your hair as you walked the hallway of the Shie Hassaikai's house towards the kitchen.
You got in and started to prepare the breakfast, since last time was Kurono's turn, so might as well ease up a bit his job.
"Good morning my dear (Y/n)." You jerked awake and smiled immediatly when you saw the elder on the door frame with a serene smile back at you.
"Good morning Pops! Any specific wish for breakfast this moment?" The man lift his palm and shaked his head in denial of the offer.
"Thank you very much my dear. But is not necessary at least for now." You smiled even more at seing your fiance entering the room, nodding as a greeting to Pops before he walked towards you.
"Angel. Mind if us have a small talk?" Your smile fell and Chisaki reassured you by rubbing his gloved thumb on your back, pushing you a bit with him to stand in front of Pops.
"I-Is something wrong?" You asked in worry as both man shoked their heads again.
"About the issue from last night dearest. Your father won't appear, right? Is your choice."
Your heart dropped as you looked at the ground, nodding a bit sadly.
Even despite feeling horrible... you couldn't face your father, especially after the atrocities he dared to told you in hope's of making you give up on your marriage.
"Then he is not showing." Chisaki spoke in a manner of fact tone before he made you look up again from the ground to him "Someone else though would offered to replace him."
You arched a eyebrow before he pushed your face a bit to look at Pops, arms crossed and smile present still on his face.
Realization hitted you like a train. Immediately gasping and bringing your hands to your mouth as you controlled your tears.
"My, please don't cry. It would be a pleasure and such a honor to walk the isle with my daughter in law." He uncrossed his arms to grab your shaky hands on his old and rough ones to calm you down.
You tried to brah in but only a shaky sob left your throat as Chisaki smiled. Those tears threating to escape your eyes now weren't like the ones from yesterday... it was from pure joy.
He woke up first only to talk with Pops about it, knowing how much the elder liked you and how much yourself respected his father figurine... the thought of the most two important persons to him walking together on his weeding day brought utter joy to his heart.
You were smilling as you thanked the man through your cries as Pops chuckled softly an soothed you a bit. Smirking at Chisaki when he caught the love struck eyes he had at the person he was going to marry soon.
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staytiny-angel · 6 years
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Inside/Out - One
Rating: E
Main Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Cassandra Lincoln (OC)
Side Pairing: Seth Rollins/Finn Balor
Warnings: (for entire story) Language, Homophobic slurs, Smut, Violence, nongraphic mentions of Stalking and Domestic Abuse.
Summary: Mechanic Dean Ambrose is about to be released from prison after serving three years for manslaughter after nearly beating Randy Orton, the Mayor's son to death after Orton attacked his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of the town's pastor Cassandra Lincoln. Having fallen in love with Cassandra himself over the last three years, Dean will stop at nothing to protect her from the still lingering threat of Randy Orton and the judgemental views of their small town.
Taglist: @evilangel84 @sugasfatgf @nerdlife0612 @wwevampireamongmen @riverdalehoeeeeeee @roman-hetfield
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2 years, 363 days ago.
Dear Mr. Ambrose
I know I'm probably the last person you probably want to hear from but I just wanted to say thank you for helping me and that I'm sorry about what happened to you because you helped me. If it's all right with you I would like to be your friend.
Sincerely,
Cassandra Lincoln
2 years, 360 days ago.
Hey Cassandra,
Don't say sorry for that fucker Orton, wasn't your fault. I did what any good person should have done when I came across what was happening to you. Wouldn't mind the letters doll, can't stop you if you really wanna waste your time on me.
Dean
Present Day
"You will not go near that man when he gets released, Cassandra. He's nothing but trouble, look what happened last time. Your lucky our family's reputation wasn't irreparably tarnished by your selfish behavior."
Cassandra refrained from rolling her eyes at her stepfather's ranting but it was definitely a struggle.
"He saved my life and lost 3 years of his!" Cassandra said for what seemed like the millionth time.
Of course, he was once again lecturing her about Dean Ambrose. The mechanic was about to be released from the state prison after being paroled, only having served 3 years of the 5 he'd been sentenced to for manslaughter after he'd attacked the man who'd been stalking her.
"Why do you continue to tell this lie? Randy Orton is an upstanding member of this community and our church. I still don't understand why you broke up with him. That...hooligin attacked him for no reason and got what he deserved." Her stepfathers' ranting grew louder.
"Randy was cheating on me and he almost killed me because I broke up with him. He stalked me and messed with my car so he could get to me. If Dean hadn't shown up just when he did who knows what could have happened to me."
"Stop lying, Cassandra! Randy would never do those things and I don't know what that....trailer park trash has done to you to make you lie for him so insistently. That....that....man is lucky his younger brother is some kind of big-city lawyer. That's the only reason he didn't get longer. Only 5 years for nearly killing our mayor's son, what a travesty." Her father sneered
"I won't listen to this a moment longer. You don't believe me, you won't ever believe that Randy Orton is a psychopathic creep because Mayor Orton damns near paid for the new church by himself! Some father, some man of God you are!" Cassandra snatched up her purse and flew out of the house she still shared with her parents despite being 23 years old.
Throwing herself in the driver's seat of her car, she calmed down enough to start it and get out of there before her father could come after her.
Reaching for her blue tooth headset she called one of the few people she trusted in the small, judgmental town she was forced to call home, impatiently tapping her fingers on the steering wheel until he picked up
"Seth?" She said quietly when he answered. "Can I come to you and Finn's a few days earlier then we planned? I got into another fight with the Pastor about Dean and I can't be there right now."
"Your pretty much Dean's wife without the certificate that makes you our sister. We would never turn you away." Cassie didn't even want to think about how she would have gotten through the last 3 years of her life without Dean's brothers and Brother in Law.
Seth, Dean's youngest adopted brother was an amazing lawyer and he had tried to get Dean completely acquitted of the charges, citing that it was in defense of my life that he attacked Randy, but the most important piece of evidence in Dean's defense, the dash cam footage from Dean's tow truck had been mysteriously damaged and deemed inadmissible.
"I'll be there in a few. I just want to grab some things from the store."She told him as she headed into town proper.
"Just be careful, Cassie. Dean gets out tomorrow. I really don't need my big brother kicking my ass because something happened to his girl." Seth warned.
"I'll be fine, just a quick in and out at the grocers. I'll be there in less than an hour," she said before hanging up as she pulled into the parking lot of the store.
Walking in she made sure to get a few of Deans favorite snacks for when he got home. She couldn't wait to actually get to kiss and touch him. They had been 'dating' almost the entire time he'd been incarcerated. Ever since she had started sending him letters and been sneaking up to the prison to visit him. He was definitely rough around the edges and getting to know him had been difficult given their situation but she had persevered and now she knew the grumpy, seemingly standoffish man with a heart of gold was the one for her.
She knew her father would never approve of her being with Dean, he was absolutely nothing like the men that her stepfather had tried to guide her towards in the past.
Walking around a corner, her mind elsewhere she bumped into a tall figure "Look who it is." A deep voice said grabbing her arms.
Cassie jumped back at the scarily familiar voice and looked up at the menacingly brown eyes of her ex-boyfriend Randy Orton. "My wayward girlfriend. I heard Ambrose was about done being a prison bitch."
"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Orton. I'm Dean's fiancee. Why can't you just leave me alone? Haven't you and your father done enough to us?" She said quietly, willing her voice not to shake.
"Hey! You are not marrying that prison rat. Our fathers say you're marrying me and that's the way it's going to be." Randy said angrily. "You've had your bit of freedom, now its time to do as your told."
"This isn't the dark ages Randy, I'm not marrying anyone because my stepfather says so especially not an abusive piece of trash like you." She said fiercely.
"Keep thinking you have a choice sweetheart, you'll come to heel eventually" Randy sneered, reaching for her.
"How about you take a hike and leave my sister the hell alone, Orton?" said another deep, but infinitely more welcome voice.
Neither Cassie nor Randy had noticed Seth and Dean's oldest brother Roman walk up to them. The Samoan ex-special forces captain stepped between her and Randy, his huge frame completely blocking her from Randy's sight.
"Go on Orton, get out of here, I don't wanna have to hide your body after my brother kills you for fucking with his woman again," Roman said lowly.
"You and that fag brother of yours can't always be with her, Reigns." Orton sneered "and if Ambrose comes near me, he's going right back in his cage like the bitch he is."
Roman stepped forward to give Orton the ass whipping he was begging for when he felt a tiny hand on his back. "Don't Roman, he's not worth it. I just want him to go away for now." Cassie said quietly "Dean will be home tomorrow and I want everything to perfect, you taking his place in jail is in no way perfect."
"Listen to my woman Reigns. Just walk away." Randy said with a mean laugh as he finally backed up from them. "See you soon, doll"
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