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she’s kind of like ophelia in saint laurent sunglasses
#saltburn#me if comparing every female character i like to ophelia was illegal:#ok apparently there’s no prisoner emoji#venetia catton#ophelia
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Omega!Peter and Alpha!Tony.
Warning: Peter is 17 (Tony is a year and a half older), there’s some mentions of abuse (not with the main pairing), feminization (Peter).
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Peter has to take like twenty pictures before he arranges himself just right in the frame and sends it off to Quentin. When his phone buzzes he gets a noncommittal niceand Peter stares at the phone for a few moments because he’s kind of pissed, actually. When Quent sends him a picture he’s supposed to fawn all over him but he gets nicewith no punctuation? Really? Ugh, he’s so damn sick of Quentin being likethat because he’s suresomeone else would appreciate his efforts and he’s sotempted to test it too because his skirt is cuteand the picture is fucking artful, okay? He even made sure the lighting was nice. Fucking Quent.
He stews on that for a long time, texting the group chat back and forth about it while he does math homework, ugh. Ned, probably because he kind of hates Quentin, tells him he should do it and when he asks for MJ’s advice he’s pretty sure she encourages him because she loves drama so long as it doesn’t involve her. Liz, as always, is the voice of reason and tells him he’s just frustrated, which is truebut also. He just wants to know, for scienceas MJ helpfully put it, if someone else would actually give him a half way decent response. Not that that’s hard when your competition is nice, no punctuation.
Its not like he’s really considering it much when he scrolls through his contact list on account of everyone he knows knows Quentin, obviously, and they’d obviously pass the information of him sending out saucy pictures to other people. And then Peter would have to deal with thatlike Quentin doesn’t flirt with every omega that moves not that Peter can do that, godforbid. Ned told him once that if he wanted a knot that badly he should get a dildo because they don’t talk back and Peter’s tempted some days because he’s sure a dildo would take less work to care for than Quentin’s big ass ego.
So maybe that’s why he lingers over Tony Stark’s name and he can’t even remember howhe got his number but its not like he goes to their high school anymore and even when he did he hated Quent so its not like he’d sayanything if Peter sent him something. For science, just to see if Quent really isa jackass or maybe he’s just overreacting.
For S C I E N C EMJ texts and he really shouldn’t.
You should just dump himNed adds in the group chat.
Omg guys stop it! Just talk to him like a normal human!Liz says, remaining the voice of reason.
Talking is for people, not QuentinsMJ sends back and Peter snickers.
Send me saucy pics, will rate them out of tenNed says with three laughing emojis.
We all already vet them the fuck are you on about that pic was cute as fuckMJ says.
Hey wait, is that my skirt? Liz says and Peter looks down. Well, maybe.
Nohe lies.
Omg it is give that back I’ve been looking for it everywhere!
You didn’t notice until we after we vetted the pic I say Peter should be allowed to keep itNed says.
You’re cute as hell Liz but it does look better on PeterMJ adds.
You guys suck. Don’t send that pic to anyone!Liz says.
Peter nods, knowing she’s right when his phone buzzes again and its Quent and the asshole, the asshole!
What, is that it? Gunna send more or are you back to being a tease?
A tease? “Oh fuck you Quentin,” Peter snaps, finding Tony’s number in his phone again and sending him the damn picture. He knows he’s being stupid but it makes him feel better so… that’s not an excuse but whatever, he doesn’t care.
Tony’s response doesn’t take long.
Um.
Think that was meant for someone else.
I deleted it obvs.
Because like
I’m not a piece of shit
The texts come in quick succession because apparently Tony doesn’t have a thing about double texting, Peter guesses. He considers the response for a moment before he sends something back.
And if I said that was meant for you?
Because that’s what he wanted to know, right? Except sending out racy pictures to people who didn’t ask for them is kind of creepy and now Peter feels bad because it’s not like he enjoys it when it happens to him. Mostly because the pictures always look like fucking prisonsecurityphotos and whether or not he asked for them pictures with poor composition are a total turn off. His phone buzzes, then buzzes again right away and Peter figures either MJ dropped something horrible like the Grinch sucking a dick into the group chat again or its Tony. He sighs, picking it up and resigning himself to his fate either way when he notices its Tony.
AFHPWURE
Ok
What the fuck did I do to get this luck lmao
This is like
The best gift when studying
That skirt is so much more interesting than physics
Kinda mad I deleted it now
Peter smiles a little and sends it back just to be polite like that. Tony keeps up the trend of responding quickly, phone buzzing as his messages come in.
Bro
I don’t want to look the gift horse in the mouth
But also what prompted this
But also also I kind of don’t care
I am 100% on board with whatever this is
Like probably even 200%
Or more
Point is you’re the best
And also like really cute
I don’t remember you being that cute
Peter reads all the messages and laughs, shaking his head because apparently Tony says whatever is on his mind but, for science, he figures maybe he’ll send him a little something else too. It’s always good to try and repeat your results, right? So he abandons his desk and homework in favor of his bed, carefully laying himself down on his stomach as he hikes the skirt a little higher around his waist so the pleats sit justlong enough to cover his ass as he opens the camera on his phone. He watches the mirror in the background as he lifts his legs, crossing them at the ankles and spreading his legs just a bit. Its more than a little suggestive, if Tony takes the time to look in the background of the picture anyway. From the front is a pretty cute picture with half his face in the frame while the rest of it is taken up with an artful shot of his body. With the skirt hiked up like that its still pretty risqué but the devil is in the details.
He sends it off to Tony, for science reasons purely or at least that’s what he tells himself anyway. If he’s honest he kind of likes the attention because he missesit and it always feels like he has to jump through hoops to get Quent to pay him any attention at all. Tony doesn’t seem to need as much plying.
Omg
I’m so torn
On one hand, physics exam. Worth 40% of my grade
On the other hand
He sends back a close up of Peter’s picture with a red circle drawn around the mirror and a lot of exclamation points.
You see my dilemma, surely
And like
I’m good at physics I can probably pass without studying
So, science concluded, Quentin is a fucking dick and Peter bites his lip, unsure what to do here so he drops a message into the group chat fully anticipating Liz judging him so he’s a little surprised when she answers first and tells him to just dump Quent. MJ and Ned respond ‘fuck him’ at the same time and Peter considers his options for a moment.
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Its not like Peter meantfor this to happen but Quent was being a total assholeagain and Peter has been told he’s got the patience of a saint but even he has his limits. So he had dumped Quent maybe a little too publically considering he told him to stuff it in the middle of the cafeteria before storming off and Tony happened to send one of his adorably stupid jokes at the right time. But still, its not like he meantfor it to lead to him in the back seat of Tony’s car with his arms wrapped around Tony’s neck as Tony guides his hips the way he wants. “Yes, baby, just like that,” Tony tells him as he moves, “feel so good,” he murmurs as he moves one of his hands up Peter’s bare back.
He moans at the praise, pressing his forehead to Tony’s. “Yes,” he murmurs into Tony’s mouth as he kisses him, “touch me.” Tony does, hands roaming up his back and down again, brushing over his hips, up his sides and down his chest. Tony touches him like he can’t get enough and Peter feels the sharp flush of arousal at Tony’s hands explore his body.
Tony lets out a soft groan, “so wet for me baby,” Tony tells him, shifting his hips up into Peter’s.
Peter nods, breathless. “Like the way you touch me,” he murmurs into Tony’s mouth as he kisses him. Tony reaches up and brushes his fingers across Peter’s cheek and he can feelthe way he produces more slick in response.
“What, never had anyone take care of you?” Tony murmurs, eyes soft and caring as he runs his fingers through Peter’s hair. He shakes his head because Quent wasn’t like… badat sex, actually he was pretty good at it, but Peter kind of always felt like a means to an end rather than an actual participant. Tony wasn’t like that from the start. Peter knew as soon as Tony saw him, conveniently wearing that skirt he’d first sent pictures of himself in, he’d wanted to fuck him but he let Peter make the first move and made sure everything he did was okay. Peter wouldn’t have thought he’d like that much, he’s always had a bit of a thingfor bad boys but its not like Tony doesn’t look the part. He just doesn’t act it and Peter finds that surprisingly attractive.
“Up, baby,” Tony murmurs, patting the underside of Peter’s ass and he frowns.
“What? No,” he says, full well knowing that he sounds whiney and Tony laughs.
“Shh, baby s’not like that. Lay back, let me take care of you,” he murmurs, leaning forward and kissing Peter softly as he guides him off. Peter still makes a noise at the loss but lets Tony lay him out over the seat of the car. It’s awkward, in the cramped space, but Tony makes do as he settles between Peter’s legs. His hand curls around the outside of Peter’s right knee, thumb softly caressing the skin there as he looks down at Peter. “Fuckyou are gorgeous,” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh.
He sucks in a breath and Tony smiles at him as he kisses him again, carefully sucking at the soft skin of his inner thigh. Peter’s breath hitches again as Tony moves a little lower, kisses soft and sweet as he moves his way down. His legs fall further apart mostly of their own accord, a silent invitation for Tony to keep going. “Tony,” Peter all but whines as Tony takes his time.
Tony lifts his head from where he’s nipping at the inside of Peter thigh, “yeah, baby?” he murmurs.
Peter makes a soft, frustrated noise. “Give me more than that,” he tells Tony.
Tony grins, giving the inside of Peter’s though one last kiss before he shifts his position. “Hm, guess I should give you a little something for wearing this, shouldn’t I?” he asks, toying with the edge of Peter’s skirt.
“Wanted you to want me,” Peter tells him and Tony laughs.
“Mission fucking accomplished. But you could have done that wearing a paper bag,” Tony says.
Peter lets out a breathless laugh, “flatterer,” he accuses lightly.
Tony shakes his head though, “mm, I’m not much of a flatterer unless it’s earned. And fuck, its like you’re made just for me you’re so perfect,” Tony tells him as he lifts his skirt and licks up the length of his dick, root to tip and Peter gasps, one hand flying into Tony’s hair as he takes Peter into his mouth.
“Tony!” Peter gasps, grip on his hair tightening and Tony moans around him. Peter does his best to keep his hips from jerking involuntarily as Tony works him over. He’s clearly practiced, skilled with the use of his tongue and Peter moans loudly, back arching as Tony’s head bobs over him.
His breath comes faster as he moans and this mostly only seems to encourage Tony, who enthusiastically throws himself into it and Peter finds that almost as hot as the blowjob. Quent didn’t really go down on him much, always complained that he was too loud and squirmed too much to make it worth his time but Tony doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. Judging from the way his fingers flex on Peter’s thighs and the way he moans when Peter does he’d say Tony actively likes his squirminess so Quent can suck it. Figuratively seems how he couldn’t be assed to do it literally.
Tony shifts a little, shifting as his fingers trail up Peter’s inner thigh until they hit his ass. Peter gasps as he runs his fingers over his hole, teasing lightly. “Tony, please,” Peter tells him, tugging on his hair a bit as encouragement. Tony moans softly and presses two fingers in and Peter can’t help the way his hips jerk up a little. Tony doesn’t complain about it as he fucks into Peter with his fingers. Peter’s breath is coming in ragged as the pleasure builds and he bites his lip.
“Tony,” Peter says, grip on Tony’s hair tight. “Tony ‘m gunna,” Peter stops, moaning as Tony’s fingers curl a little inside him and his hips buck up again. He shifts his legs so they’re open a little wider and Tony moans around him again. Peter throws his head back, biting his lip. “Tony ‘m gunna cum,” he tells him.
Tony takes that as encouragement to pick up the pace and the shit he’s doing with his tongue is fucking sinfuland Peter finally gets who people likethis kind of thing. “Tony,” he says, one hand gripping the seat he’s on hard and the other still tightly woven in Tony’s hair. “Tony ‘m gunna… gunna- oh, oh!” he says, head thrown back as he cums, letting Tony suck him through it. He allows himself to relax for a few moments before he musters the energy to look down at Tony, who looks pleased with himself.
“How’d you like that, baby?” he asks and Peter lets out a soft laugh.
“I think I might be in love with you,” he says, only half joking.
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Quent looks pissed and Peter doesn’t really give a shit. “Oh shut upQuentin, this is your own fault for not appreciating me enough,” Peter tells him.
Quentin rolls his eyes, “oh, like you can do any better, Peter,” he snaps.
Peter snorts, “it didn’t even take me twenty four hours to find better Quent. You suck thatmuch and not even literally! God, you’re such a prick you couldn’t even be bothered to go down on me once and a damn while!” he says, throwing his hands up in frustration. He ignores the laughter of his classmates because Quent was the one who started yelling in the hallway so this is hisfault really. He resents that Quent looks so mad about this because Peter was happy to have just dumped him and that could have been the end of it but no.
“Dude, not going down on you is automatic dumpage material considering I knowhe expected you to do it,” MJ says off to the side.
“Oh fuck off,” Quent snaps at her but she looks nonplussed.
“Not my fault you’re the fucking worst Quentin. If you wanted Peter so stick around maybe you shouldn’t have made him cry at least twice a week. Didn’t think I had to write that one down for you,” she says, rolling her eyes.
That earns a laugh out of his classmates too and if MJ weren’t so cool about the whole thing, and if they weren’t currently surrounded by witnesses, Peter doesn’t really want to consider what Quent would do. Instead of dealing with her he turns to glare at Peter, “whatever the hell you picked up so isn’t better than me,” he says and Peter squints at him.
“Oh my god, Quent its not even a competition. It would be cruel to stick you in a competition with Tony anyway; its like throwing a fish on land and having it race a cheetah. It’s sad and stupid and all you’ll do is flop around and be pathetic. The fact that he’s better than you isn’t even something I need to think about, it’s just obvious,” he says.
At least Tony listens when he talks, and he likes Star Wars too and he didn’t make fun of him for wanting to build Star Wars Lego things with Ned. Actually he sort of invited himself along and they all had a greattime and ordered pizza because Tony’s not a total dick.
Quent turns an unflattering shade of red at his words and he reaches out for Peter but someone pulls him back. He looks behind him to find Liz there, Ned right beside her looking surprisingly ready to fight considering Ned can’t even manage to win a battle with finding matching socks. “Leave him alone Quentin, he said your done and you are. You don’t get to decide your not,” Liz tells him.
“Also,” Peter adds, “and this is the important part- I moved onand let me tell you a god damn rock would have been more affectionate than you ever were. And wash your god damn football shit, it smells like jock strap and dead things,” he snaps and his classmates erupt in laughter so hard they don’t cut it out this time, laughing over whatever it is that Quentin says back as Liz drags him off.
“Okay,” Ned says once they’re outside. “That was badass,” he tells Peter.
“Good for you,” MJ tells him. “You should have throat punched him though.”
Liz frowns, “why do you always suggest doing that?” she asks.
MJ shrugs, “always wanted to see someone get throat punched and Quentin has a punchable throat,” she says. “By the way just because Ned approves of your new guy that you moved on to waytoo fast doesn’t mean he’s made it past me. Liz doesn’t count because she’s a pushover,” MJ tells him.
“I am not! Just because I don’t suggest punching people doesn’t mean I put up with people’s crap. And for the record if I had to watch anyone get throat punched I would definitely want it to be Quentin,” she tells him. “He does have a punchable throat. And a punchable everything else too.”
“Yeah, but he’s hot,” Peter says, offering up Quentin’s only redeeming quality.
MJ makes a face, “okay,” she says sarcastically and Peter resents that. They all know Quentin is hot and has nothing else to offer so he feels he should get credit there even if he only gets credit there. God, at least Tony has a personality.
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Angel:
Post-Prison! Duncan+Reader.
(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!
How are you?
I hope that summer is treating you well... in here it’s hot as hell (except Hell is cold... so maybe that isn’t the best idea... sorry).
The idea of this series (since if you have seen the preview, you know this will be a three part series, and the other two will be about MIchael Langdon and JIm Mason) is linked to my mixed feeling towards the petname “angel” and the ideas that nickname brought in my mind, if linked to our boys.
With Duncan I just felt soft and sweet, so yeah.. this came out.
But before I go on with the story, since we are talking about “Post-Prison!Duncan”, I wanted to give a shoutout to all the amazing people who wrote about this topic before (because they did it better, so... if you want a proper fic...).
@langdonsinferno, (”Long Road Home” literally started it all) @langdvnshepherd, @michael-langdon-appreciation (those headcanons *insert the fire emoji here*), meanwhile @lvngdvns is working on a dark! Duncan prison letters idea, so check also that out!
If you have any other authors or fics you liked about this subject, hit me up and I will add it to my lists of fics I love with all my heart!
(In the meantime I really hope you will like what I wrote!).
SUMMARY: Duncan is more than happy to meet his angel, the one girl who saved him after his prison experience, easing all her insecurities and finally giving her the reward she well-deserved.
WORDS: 1,8K
WARNINGS: Mention Of Prison Life, Very Innocent Reader (not too prudish, but if you are in for a darker or more experienced reader, this might not be for you), Mention of Oral sex and Slight Angst.
She had made a name for herself during Duncan Shepherd’s reign of terror: the only employee who could walk in smiling sweetly and avoid Duncan biting her head off or barking some insult.
Her positive behavior was accompanied by her usual gentleness which had made the entire office nickname her “angel”.
She had just rolled with it, gently and shyly saying that nickname didn’t belong with her, in the slightest but her sweet and nice gestures, done without expecting anything in exchange had made her an “angel” in front of her colleague’s eyes.
Even in front of Duncan’s eyes.
Even more after he had come home from is prison experience, calling her into his office, the day he had finally returned back to his work.
She had been one of the few who stuck around after he had been condemned.
Instead of running away as many had done, she had taken the reins of his office, running it in his stead.
This had avoided him losing everything, and he had, somehow, mantained a role in his job and a few loyal employees which gave him enough hope to move on over the “Shepherd Freedom Foundation” incident.
All thanks to her.
That’s why he had called her in his office, later on that day.
She had seemed surprised but what surprised her even more was his ask to close the door behind her.
Unless you were going to get fired, the doors were always open, so that any reprimand Duncan had to shoot your way would be recorded and witness by any other employees not only an intimidation tactic, but also a way to let the other employees know not to fuck up Duncan Shepherd’s precious work.
So, she wasn’t exactly light-hearted, to say the least, in receiving the order, but she complied.
Her insecurity shone on her face, meanwhile her uneasiness took over her hands, which trembled slightly and she rubbed them together in order to stop the tremor, but it didn’t go unnoticed to Duncan.
He invited her to take a seat in front of him, ignoring her protests of “no I feel more comfortable, standing here”.
Standing would have helped her keeping the regular distance between them, since she had never moved closer to him, no matter what.
Only through her letters to him in prison she had opened up to him, even going as far as to visit him a few times, even joking about him having gotten arrested just to avoid all the office bullshit she was now dealing with.
(He could only imagine the amount of shit she had had to deal with, after his arrest: she had had to reassure the investors, deal with his mother and convince his employees to work for free for a bit, because of his frozen bank accounts…).
He had honestly loved those visits and had dreaded the barrier that separated him.
But here there was no barrier now…
�� except, well… her own stubbornness.
-I am not going to fire you, (Y/N) …I thought I was clear about my admiration for you- he stated, and she seemed surprised as if in their letters he hadn’t opened up about how much he appreciated her for doing what he couldn’t.
He admired her not only because she had stood up behind him all this time, but because when the time had come she had taken his place, doing the best she could, and he couldn’t have been grateful enough.
He honestly didn’t know what would have happened without her help, although she always dismissed her work.
“You would have done the same, Mr Shepherd, had our positions been reversed”
(He actually had joked that she wouldn’t have been stupid enough to get caught, just to hear a “I wouldn’t have broken the law in the first place, or I wouldn’t be so angelic anymore, would I?”)
She took a deep breath, before indeed following his order, which gained a mental “good girl” from him.
She was still nervous, squeaking on her feet.
“Sorry”s and “thank you”s were her favorite words, apparently.
-… I actually wanted to reward you, for being such an angel, during my time apart from this office- he felt her attention spike up at the mention of her usual nickname, although she wasn’t supposed to be surprised.
It was how all their letters started: “My Dear Angel”.
At first it was mocking, wanting to distance himself from the only good thing which had been left in his life.
He had thought she would eventually grow tired of him, the harsh words, the arrogant tone and his dirty past.
He had even confessed her that he was nothing but a fraud, his true origins and she had just mumbled something about “how noble adoption was”.
“My mother was just a jealous bitch who needed an heir for her stupid company, a puppet for her ideas” he had replied, seeing a sad look settle in her eyes, and her hand move towards him, blocked by the wall of glass as if she wanted to grip his, and there he had almost started crying.
“… she might have been a jealous bitch, but you still consider your mother, and that is ok, it will take time to realize everything and you have enough…” she had joked, looking around “… and you have me if you need anything”.
He had then joked about the fact that he had never heard her curse, just to get a little smirk from her and a smirking plead not to tell her mother about it.
He had started feeling more comfortable with her.
And slowly he had understood that she would stick around no matter what.
That she actually wanted to help him, with no fake premise or interest of her own.
-Oh, a reward? – she seemed confused, meanwhile he gently moved further on the desk, his hand, coming around her face, framing it gently, putting an hand on her chin and the other near her hair, brushing it away from her face, not shielding her precious face from him anymore, revealing her gentle beauty -…there is no need for it, Mr Shepherd-.
-You know better than to use Mr Shepherd- he said, a bitter note in his voice and she immediately lowered her eyes, meanwhile he tried to keep some control, not wanting rage to influence his emotions, when she was so delicate that he was sure that a scream would make her bend in the wrong way -… I am not a Shepherd, just Duncan is fine, mostly because it’s just the two of us-.
She nodded slowly, her cheeks heating with embarrassment and confusion, but it didn’t stop Duncan from making good on that promise he had made to himself when he was still in prison, kissing her softly, gently, his grip not too strong and the pressure on her lips not too rough.
She whimpered, on his lips, but then melted slowly in the kiss, the slowness of it lulling her gently in a rhythm, which he accelerated through a gentle stroke of his tongue against the contour of her lips, asking for more, but not daring to do anything till he got his angel’s approval.
After his third year, the letters, he had sent her, had been filled with thoughts about her, about feeling her body against his and her lips against his, at first more chastely and then, encouraged by her gentle and calming words, with a tiny bit of a flirty attitude, he hadn’t thought she owned.
It had all become more passionate.
And now he was finally doing it, no barrier between them, except his desk, and her smile in full quality on her face.
It hadn’t changed much: still the same deer-eyes, still that gentleness in the curve of her lips and also that remissive nose, stuck down in nobody’s business.
-… I thought you didn’t want to see me…- she mumbled on his lips, her eyes changing to a more worried shade, almost betrayed -… you refused to let me pick you up and spent a month away from me, without letting me know nothing-.
She wasn’t accusing him, but self-doubting herself.
She was scared he might have found her just a passing light in the darkness of his pit, during his prison time, but now that he was back, free and all too powerful, he wouldn’t need her… and she wasn’t too amazing, not on his level…
He had just used her to pass a dark period, because of her gentleness and naivety.
Many boys had done it, with her personality.
But if Duncan was something… he wasn’t definitely “many boys”.
-I needed to pick myself up, before I could bring my old ass here and talk to my sweet and pure angel- he replied, immediately stopping her self-deprecating train, and she raised her head at his words, surprised, and he took it upon himself to kiss that surprised expression off her lips, tasting, indeed, the sweetness of heaven -… I am sorry, I let you think you weren’t good enough, but the truth is that I thought for so long that all the bad things in me would taint you, so I had to wait till I felt like all those thoughts vanished, before coming to you-.
She looked shocked, before moving forward this time to be the one to kiss him.
It was much more than a kiss.
It was a show that she wasn’t scared in the slightest of tainting herself with him, that she didn’t care enough for it, and meant every single word.
It brought Duncan almost to tears.
He only wanted to bring her to his new secluded home, to his bedroom, hide under the cover with her and gently cuddledtill he felt like her presence brought peace to what roared inside of him.
It would take time and he was scared that she might turn back, as soon as he saw how broken and tainted he truly was…
… but he thought it was worth giving it a shot.
He couldn’t say no to his sweet, angel, could he?
-I am here for you, no matter what- she simply states, as if it was easiest of facts, before gently kissing his forehead.
-… and I think you need a little reward for that- he promised, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before he raised from the desk, circled around it till he was behind her, then he moved the chair to turn her around so that he could face her.
He then lowered himself till he was right behind her legs, she blushed understanding perfectly what he was doing, a hand covering her eyes ashamed.
-… those letters didn’t tell me what pretty sounds you can make, little angel- he smirked, his hand raising her skirt, meanwhile lacey red lacey panties were revealed to him: after all she wasn’t exactly an angel -… or how sweet you taste… and I think it’s time I finally find out-.
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The Language of Limbo - Part 6
Pairing : Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader ; Marvel Cast x Plus Size Reader
Warnings : Language ; Angst ; Drinking problem ; mention of throwing up ; fluff
Word Count : 2k
The shooting began 3 months and a half ago and you were all entering the last week of the shooting. Today's shooting was special because you would finally shoot the scene at the mansion where you received the 'good' news to be part of Marvel. The production rented a private jet and you all flew to Los Angeles to debut the end of the production. You took a seat and saw everyone look at the seat beside you, without actually sitting on it. You were accustomed by now, to their little looks and didn't mind it, if it would benefit you in being left alone and in peace. You took place at the end of the engine, hidden from everyone but unfortunately your seat had a prime view to the people on the other side who were none other than Rebecca and Chris, all lovey dovey, cuddled together. By cuddled, it was more like Rebecca was stepping on Chris' space with her tight across his lap. He kept his hand on her leg but from his facial expression you clearly could see that he was being oppressed by her presence. His eyes locked with yours once in a pleading mode and you just turned your head at your right indifferent, looking at the clouds. The waitress asked you if you wanted something to drink and you whispered to her to bring you the strongest thing she had in store. Her eyes widened but didn't question it further. She came back with a glass and the bottle. You thanked her before stopping her hand and indicating her to leave the bottle. That's when she was about to question you but you didn't let her the chance and said, "I'm afraid of highs and planes. Please? It helps." It technically wasn't a lie but the wound was much deeper. She eventually left the bottle and you in peace. You hid the bottle and took it discretely everytime your glass emptied.
"You should go easy with that", whispered RDJ beside you. You rolled your eyes before turning to the source, who was already occupying the seat next to yours. You fake smiled at him but he kept a firm and worried expression. "I don't like planes", you replied. He chuckled before asking you the one question you were avoiding. "What about on set? Mixing it with coffee, if we could call that a coffee. Being completely wasted. I still don't know how you managed to keep it neat during the scenes but once the directors would yell 'Cut', you would stumble on your feet." You laughed, a mix of amusement and pain. "What can I say? I guess I'm a good actress then", you replied sarcastically. You didn't stop there. "Apparently I'm so good that I managed to turn everyone against me without knowing why. Well I have an idea how but I'm afraid there's a better player in here", you said while glaring at Rebecca with a look full of hatred. He followed your gaze and his suspicions were cleared. "I knew she was shady. It's just that vibe of hers and concerning you, I'm not against you." This time you couldn't contain your laughter to the point that several other actors turned their heads to you.
"Pff such a freak", commented Rebecca. That's when you lost your cool. "Hey Rebecca why don't you chock on a dick and leave me the fuck alone? Oh wait, I'm pretty sure you already do that." Your comment made some gag and Elisabeth laugh. "Oh you find that funny? At least I finally got a reaction from YOU", you said towards Elizabeth whose smile faltered and bowed her head. "Y/N that's enough. Your behavior has been anything but kind and professional. I -..", stated Chris but you cut him with a laugh. "You still here?", you told him in sarcasm not really bothering to get an answer. "And ohh by the way I'm still waiting for that thank you note regarding your bday present but I guess I'm not worthy to receive that from the one and only Captain America, the most righteous man on Earth", you continued between giggles, the liquor getting the best of you. "Ohhhkayy, come on", said RDJ while helping you stand up and leading you to a more seclude place. That's what you thought but he led you to the bathroom. "Wtf are we doing here?", you asked in confusion. "Kneel and throw up !", he said with a firm tone. "What?"
"You need to get it out of your system. Either you kneel and do it yourself or I'm helping you", he stated with his arms crossed. "Just because your RDJ doesn't give you the right to-." He stepped closer, "Y/N, I'm trying to help you here. I know what's like to be prisoned by those demons and trust me, it will end you. Not only physically but especially mentally. If you're not willing to do it for yourself, I'm doing it for you because I believe in you. I believe in your talent, I believe that you were the one for Y/C/N and I BELIEVE IN YOU." His words shot daggers in your heart and you couldn't contain your tears. You fell to the ground, holding yourself tightly while bitting on your lip to not yell your pain and frustration out. He sat beside you and embraced you in comfort. "I know, I know", he kept whispering until you calmed down.
You stepped closer to the toilets and before doing what you were about to do, you advised Robert to leave. "Nope, I'm staying with you. You don't need to be alone anymore." You nodded weekly and a few silent tears streamed down, while you tried to purge the booze from your system. Robert stepped closer and held your hair off your face while looking away. Once you were done, he mentioned he was just stepping outside to get you some water and aspirin. "Robert? Could you please text Aaron through my phone and tell him I need him, with a red cross emoji. He'll know what that means", you whispered with a raspy voice, shame and pain flashing in your eyes. He nodded, "Of course Y/N." "Thank you, for everything !" He nodded and exited the bathroom.
"Is everything alright with Y/N?", asked Hemsworth and Scarlet while they stood outside the bathroom. The fifty year-old only had to give them a knowing look for them to understand that it wasn't. Before he walked away to get the water, he looked both of his colleagues and quietly said, " You can do and believe however you want but I'm not giving up on Y/N and I surely wont stand on Rebecca's side." His words triggered the others insecurities and they sighed. "I've been thinking about this shit show for days now and talking with Hiddleston put some perspective in my mind and from now on I'm standing behind Y/N !", commented Hemsworth before leaving Scarlet and take his designated seat.
The actress not knowing what to do, walked to her seat and took her phone out. She typed frantically and showed it to Elizabeth who was standing beside her.
Lizzie's face turned crimson and she clenched her jaw, still not facing Scarlet. The actress retrieved her phone again before typing away and shoving it back to Elisabeth's lap.
Lizzie took a deep breath before finally replying.
Scarlet kept pushing on Lizzie. She needed to know the truth, she needed to know if she's was being a jerk to you, if she was an accomplice of some kind of vendetta against you, ruining your life in the process.
Lizzie grabbed the phone tightly, typing furiously and silent tears sliding down her face in shame.
Scarlet's face paled at the last message. She looked up at the actress with widened eyes and saw her quickly clean her face so that no one would see how upset she was. Scarlet closed her eyes and shook her head in anger and disappointment, upset she was mislead by an outsider. Scarlet saved the draft preciously as prove material.
You exited the bathroom, sat down on your seat and drank on the water along the aspirin, Robert gave you. "Thanks", you mumbled. "Here take this and try to rest a little. There's 3 hours left until we land", he said while handing you a cosy blanket. You nodded and turned around, facing the window and trying to forget about how you fell so quickly in an abyss. You were woken up 3 hours later by Scarlet slowly shaken you and calling you. "Y/N? Wake up we've arrived", she sweetly said. You woke up with a terrible headache and frowned when you saw her shyly smile at you. "Scarlet? Why are you here with me, I mean waken me up?", you mumbled while cracking your back. She squeezed your hand tightly and looked deeply into you soul. "I'm so sorry. For showing you the cold shoulder and for my behavior. I hope you find the strength to forgive me", she said with a cracking voice. Your eyebrows raised, taken aback by this sudden change but saw the sincerity emanating of her. You nodded not being able to turn her off, not after seeing and feeling how truthful she was but also because it wasn't in your nature. "Yeah ok, I forgive you." She let out the breath she was holding and leaned forward embracing you. You awkwardly hugged her back still not recovered from your hangover but glad that things were looking forwards for once.
You arrived at the Studios and settled down in your new trailer, feeling like some drummer was doing the performance of his life inside your head. You took another aspirin before crashing once again on the bed and falling asleep. Because you've been early to bed, you woke up along with the sunshine. You cleaned yourself and headed out, enjoying the magnificent star rise and the sky switch his color pallet from orange to blueish. "It's beautiful isn't it?", the voice you came to love commented. He placed himself next to you and impregnated himself with the scenery in front of him. "Yeah all these colors. It is indeed beautiful." Mason chuckled before replying, "Oh the sky? Nah I was referring myself to something else. Someone else." A sad expression crossed your features at the mention of him liking someone that wasn't potentially you. Every day since you started the production you grew closer and closer to the point that so did your feelings. His next comment caught you out of your thoughts. "Yeah it's such a shame that the one I'm fond of is so oblivious about my feelings for her." You nodded still with that small sad expression that caught his attention. He smiled and said, "She's in a rough place at the moment but I will stand beside her, no matter what." You turned your face to him, shocked and not completely believing he was referring to you from the beginning. His hand caressed your cheek and looked in your eyes. "Having a chance to be with her, even the slightest, is worth the wait." You hand reached his and when you were about to drop a small kiss on it, someone cleared his voice harshly. Mason broke the contact and stepped slightly back. He gave a deadly look to Chris (Evans) who dared to interrupt his intimate moment with you. Chris clenched his jaw, upset. "May I talk to you Y/N?", he asked firmly and giving a deadly look back at Mason. You took a deep breath before answering, "I'm sorry Chris but can it be for later. I'm in the middle of something important." You didn't gave him the opportunity to reply back and dragged Mason along with you for breakfast. Chris clenched his fists, annoyed that you turned him off for Mason.
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prison break, obviously
prison break? what’s that
[pretends as if i’m not going through withdrawal at the thought of not being able to watch any more eps until wednesday]
my favorite female character: prob sara. she’s too good for us all
my favorite male character: [looks at url] [looks at icon] [looks at theme] uh
my favorite book/season/etc: s2 is love s2 is life
my favorite episode (if its a tv show): i always go back and forth on this but i’m gonna go with 2x10 bc alex looks Good and the sara/michael scenes are good and it’s just. good.
my favorite cast member: the only one i’ve actually watched any interviews of for pb is william fichtner so i guess him but sarah wayne callies seems v sweet as you apparently know from personal experience
my favorite ship: pam/alex [this_kills_the_man.jpg] but honestly so many of the canon relationships are so good
a character I’d die defending: insult alex and i instantly appear at your door to take you out
a character I just can’t sympathize with: t-bag. there are some moments that i am close to going. hm. unfortunate. and then i remember who he is and what he’s done and i shrug emoji
a character I grew to love: ok i did not instalove alex so he counts but i guess i’ll put tweener here too bc i have grown a soft spot for him even tho i wouldn’t put him in my top five characters i don’t think
my anti otp: t-bag/anyone
send me a show/movie/fandom?
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Is that MERRITT PATTERSON? No, that’s just DAWN LEHNSHERR, a young VILLAIN that goes by the name of LUCENT. Rumor has it they are the TWENTY-SIX YEAR OLD kid of ERIK LEHNSHERR and inherited their LIGHT MANIPULATION from them. SHE is RESILIENT and VENGEFUL.
it bibi back at it again
daughter of max eisenhardt , more commonly known as erik lehnsherr or magneto , and a fellow mutant / woman named heather rosenthal on some one-night stand twenty-six years ago lmfao
which makes her related to ....... A Lot of people
psssst heyho , quick pinterest board promo
her main / overall mutant power is light manipulation !!
light manipulation can b described as: “user can create, shape and manipulate visible light, commonly referred to as light, is electromagnetic radiation that is visible to the human eye, and is responsible for the sense of sight.”
sooo dawn has pink hair ( “ oh your hair color is cool ! ” / “ thanks lol i was born with it ” )
unfortunately , dawn went to a ‘ normal school ’ & lived with a human family by the time she was eleven , as her mother ended up getting arrested and sent to prison oops . but like , it was a place where humans didn’t exactly enjoy that there was a MUTANT in their quaint human-only community ... much less one with naturally pink hair that would b hard to miss . her foster parents never legally adopted her because hey , this is “ temporary ” only until social services located her father ( spoiler: nobody was actively seeking out magneto , as the social workers didn’t think he would be a suitable guardian ?? like , y’know , considering . plus like at age eleven , dawn’s mutant powers hadn’t manifested yet --- like most mutants , honestly , but that information was unaware to them --- so for all they knew she could’ve copped out of the gene ! )
thEY WERE WRONG , CLEARLY
when she was thirteen , she was called down to the principals office . of course she figured it was just because she got into yet another fight w/ dumb ignorant humans ( at that point , ya Angry Girl was getting into it w/ students and teachers alike ) lol but oh buddy was she in for a ride
apparently , the prison her mother went to was mixed human & mutant .... & there was an accident . some anti-mutant prisoners , hell probably even a guard too lbr people are corrupt and hateful esp when they don’t understand ! , ended up beating heather ..... she was taken to the medical wing , but it wasn’t much use as she ended up dying
so . thirteen year old dawn , under already enough stress & clearly budding instability issues , just lost her mother officially . her foster parents STILL refused to legally adopt her and kept pressing for social services bc this is just TOO MUCH . it wasn’t going to work , they ultimately knew .... until they got another call from the school . dawn apparently attacked some students ......... using her “ mutant powers ” ; obv , it came as a shock to her foster parents --- the girl didn’t have powers last time they were aware of . surely there was a mistake . but there wasn’t
it was BLINDING light , and she made it VIOLENT ; it was “ what they deserved ” --- at least that’s what dawn thought , after the years of being looked down on because who she is . she wasn’t going to take it anymore , she didn’t have to - she didn’t deserve that
fortunately for her , however ! she was taken to xavier’s school and despite her #issues , she was getting better with her power ! progress was being made ! ofc charles probably saw this girl’s last name and was like oh shit
she was v happy to meet her dad though finally like her mom prob told her sm ab him & she obv looked into events etc just ..... wow mayb her life was lookin up !
but also prob not a good thing as much considering she got hella into the brotherhood jfhdjknf
speaking of her & the brotherhood , she is an actual member these days ; likely got initiated when she was like , sixteen kdnwkdmka start ‘em young ig
fact time !! our girl was raised jewish ! she celebrates hanukkah but she will lightly dabble into christmas and stuff for non-jewish friends , etc
although she technically a villain bc well ... the nature of the brotherhood ... she doesn’t think of herself as a villain ? #magnetowasright , #toomanyhumans ! like ok ... she won’t outwardly hate you if you’re human unless you do smthin but it does automatically mean she’s like major side-eye emoji until she can 100% trust you cuz....... #trustissues , among other things huh
like magneto & many of his kids , dawn does struggle w/ mental stability . not as badly as lorna or anyone , and for that dawn is grateful , but ... there are definitely hints of it . depression , mainly . like , she can b fine some days and then ya kno , boom . sneaks up on her :/ she had more self-esteem issues when she was younger ; as she got older she keeps saying she doesn’t care but ... like she does .... you know what they say ‘ i feel like i’m the worst so i act like i’m the best ’
was an angry kid , still an angry adult . sometimes uncontrollably so or irrationally . i say sometimes but honestly it is a lot of the time rly
can you also say , intense fear of abandonment ?
actually come to think of it , she may have some form of bpd but . she wouldn’t even kno it :// sighs
BUT SHE LOVES HER FAM . ALL OF THEM . EVEN IF THEY AIN’T AB THE BROTHERHOOD LIFE like wow would literally kill for them......like a good trash squad-mother would do !
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bad for you
part i. / part ii. / part iii.
bad!girl Rosé x Reader
Warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use, mentions of violence, blood, and injury
Word count: 5,499
“Fuuuck.”
Light slatted through the blinds of your bedroom. You think it’s your bedroom.
Cracking your eyes, you groaned again, the feeble morning light still too strong for your sensitive eyes. Yup, it was your bedroom. Which was strange because you couldn’t remember how you got there. Why did you feel so gross?
Rolling in your sheets, you blinked at the Tylenol sat on your nightstand beside a bottled water. For a moment, you couldn’t understand how it got there. Then it slowly dawned on you.
Rosé.
You sat up quickly, flinching at the onslaught of pain in your head. But you wanted to know if she was still there, in your apartment. With you. A scan around the room proved she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You popped a couple Tylenol and chugged some water before getting up and heading into your small living room.
Where she couldn’t be found.
That's okay, you reasoned. It was probably for the best anyway. Last night was a mess and it was guaranteed that you made a fool of yourself. Now you’d never be able to see her again, not after that. They probably noted that you didn’t quite fit in with their people, couldn’t handle your liquor like they could, just generally wasn’t what they expected. At least, that’s what you thought about it. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Now you had to pick up the pieces of your heart you felt chipping away at the thought of not seeing her again.
What a horrible first... and last date.
You sunk into your couch cushions, sighing with relief at knowing you had the day off and could recuperate from your hangover in peace. Sipping your water, you turned on the TV for something to occupy your mind, distract you from your embarrassment, and surfed the channels before that too bored you.
A chime from your bedroom resulted in yet another groan. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you stood up, skulking into the room and grabbing the damned device.
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
It felt like you were going to fall down. It was as though your hangover dissipated... it hadn’t, but you were so ecstatic that you could forget about it. A smile spread across your cheeks, and you opened your phone to the text message.
There was already several messages waiting for you, and you swore under your breath when you realized just how late in the day you slept in. No wonder she tried multiple times to get a hold of you.
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
ur key is hidden behind ur apartment plate btw sleep well!!!
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
i dont wanna be THAT girl but can u text me when u wake up???
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
ok but seriously r u alive
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
i know where u live & if u dont text me back soon im coming over
That was the most recent message, and as much as you wanted her to come back, to apologize for everything last, and to maybe play up the hangover so she could cuddle you, you didn’t want to trouble her.
You
Yeah yeah I’m awake but definitely not kicking
You sat back down on your couch with much more enthusiasm than you had just a couple minutes ago. Legs balled up under you, you waited for the next message. It came quickly.
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
u shouldnt try to drink as much as me next time 😉
You
Nice contact name btw, really captures your character
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
actually i put my number in & u told me it was boring so i had to put some emojis on
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
u legit forced me
You
I regret nothing
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
thats surprising
Oh god, she was mentioning last night. You picked at the collar of your shirt --- which you don’t remember changing into --- and hid your sheepish smile as you continued typing.
You
Yeah... about that
You
I’m sorry about... anything that I did, really. I was really drunk
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
dont be!!! you were hilarious actually & i had a great time
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
especially when u put ur hands down my skirt 😉
You stared down at the words on your screen and felt the color drain from your face. You did what? Now that you thought about it, you remembered the stumbling idiot you were as she dragged you out the back of the bar, how she piled you onto her motorcycle, and how even though you leaned against her back with all your weight, she still wanted to you hold onto her.
And yes, you did put your hands down her skirt. She grabbed your arms to make sure you would hold on and you took the initiative to warm your hands in the space beneath the waistband of her skirt and whatever shorts she had underneath.
This time, you did smack your forehead for real, and then regretted the action as it sent a agonizing pulse through your skull. The hangover was still there alright.
You
Wow. I went right for the money, didn’t I? 🙈
You
And after how you nice you’ve been. I didn’t properly thank you for the drinks last night. I mean... you did pay for them, right???
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
lisa paid for them lol were friends with the owner & jennie was pissed that she blew like 200 last night on free shit
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
besides that dont mention it 😘
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
thank u for letting me treat u right
The text had you halting again. It was such a strange thing to say. Again, you thought about how she reacted to your compliments and how she seemed to brush them off, like she didn’t know how to respond at all. Like no one told her how beautiful she was enough. Now this? She was thanking you for letting her be nice to you.
It made you sad all over again. There was something you didn’t know about Rosé and it was important. But you had gotten this far, and you knew one thing for certain.
You were hooked and there was no going back.
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
ur different
You didn’t have much of a chance to respond, but there she was already texting again.
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
i sound totally weird saying this but ur different & i like that
rosè 😈 🚬 😘
ur not like anyone ive met before
There wasn’t a whole lot you could respond with, and if you could, you would just send her the blush you felt spreading up your neck and across your cheeks. So she did like you. The same way you like her. It wasn’t all in your head, a game some pretty and free-spirited girl was trying to play on you.
You
I could say the same for you, Rosé
Rosé never responded after her last series of messages.
It worried you at first, but you rationalized that she had other things to do with her life, and as much as you wanted to spend all your time with her, she couldn’t do the same. In fact, you didn’t know what she did with her spare time. You knew she loved her motorcycle, and probably ripped around on it a lot, but she had to have some way to pay for the gas and upkeep. Not to mention her rough group of friends to keep in control. It was like she was their logic or something. That, or she didn’t quite fit in. Which you didn’t mind, because it meant you didn’t have to worry about her getting arrested or getting in a bar brawl.
You spoke too soon, however.
Another boring day sat behind the register with only a small fan to keep company turned south when Lisa entered. Apparently, she didn’t have a motorcycle of her own or else you would have at least expected one of them to come waltzing in after the rambunctious noise.
At first, you were excited to see her. But then your smile faltered, and any joke you had prepared on the tip of your tongue was quickly dissolved.
A nasty cut split her lip just above her labret piercing and gone was her usual hyper demeanor. She did grace you with a small smile at least as she stepped up to the counter, but then she was leaning on the glass display, holding her face in her hands with a low, drawn-out groan of discontentment.
“Lisa, are you okay?” you asked, concern lining your voice. She lifted her head and you could properly see her lip. It was totally busted, but didn’t look too bad on her as far as attraction went. Sort of fit the rogue role you pinned her with. Probably still hurt like a bitch, though.
“Could be worse,” she muttered. A finger with chipped pink nail polish traced a lotto ticket underneath. “Could be better. A fight broke out at the bar a couple nights ago. Pretty dicey shit.”
“What happened?” you pressed. You didn’t want to outright ask about Rosé, but that was really what you were trying to get at. It could have something to do with the reason why she hadn’t texted you back. Which you seriously hoped wasn’t true.
“Gang rivalries,” she digressed, leaning on one elbow to scan the mostly empty store before facing you again, as if it wasn’t supposed to be talked about in public. “It’s usually okay when they’re in the bar at the same time, but there were a few too many drinks that night and shit was said, blah blah blah. It got out of hand fast, and some dude wanted to grab one of my bottles to make a fuckin’ shank --- like he was still in prison or somethin’. I wouldn’t have it, he got mad at me, started grabbing at me, actually ripped my favorite shirt --- asshole. But... uhm. Rosé stood up to him...”
Dread filled your stomach. It had to be written all over your face because Lisa reached out and took your hand, in a way that was much less flirtatious than in the past.
“Don’t worry about her. She’s okay. Just banged up a little, but Jisoo has been taking care of her. Trust Jisoo, she’s a good one, a close friend of ours. Doesn’t involve herself with all that shit, just so happens to hang around Jennie a lot. A lot.” There was a flash of the old Lisa you had seen at the bar in the way she winked at the innuendo, and even though you didn’t know either of the girls she spoke about, you still giggled at the gossip.
“I’m just picking up some cigarettes for Rosie,” Lisa said, back to business. She let go of your hand, which was nice. You didn’t want to have to reject her again. Instead, she twisted her piercing a little as habit, then flinched at the pain, as it appeared to be swollen since she got hit in the mouth. “She didn’t want me to come here and bother you about it, but I thought you should know anyway.”
“Thank you, Lisa. Seriously,” you replied, nodding your earnesty. You knew where to look now to grab her Luckies from the compartments, but you stilled before handing them over. A market sat to the side, and you took it without questioning it. On the back of one of the packs, you stole a second to write a quick message.
Get better soon... I miss you.
You tried to slide them across the counter for Lisa to have on the house just like she had done for you, but she refused. Unfurling your fingers, she forced a couple bills into your hand and then snatched the cigarettes before you could do anything else, jumping away with a cackle. She blew a kiss at you and you rolled your eyes, then she was out the door. It didn’t seem like there was much that could destroy that girl’s spirit completely.
There was no way you were going to be able to stop thinking about Rosé, though. Somewhere. Hurt. Laid up to rest. And then hopefully smiling when she finds your message on her cigarettes.
“Sir, I really can’t stay!”
Your boss actually stamped his foot like a toddler. And he was an older man, divorced and all.
“I have no one else willing to cover the shift, so you’re going to have to!” he insisted. He glanced at a small watch on his wrist like he was in a time crunch, and then waved at you. “It’s extra pay, you shouldn’t be complaining.”
“It’s a double shift,” you tried to explain. You were up bright and early and now you were tired, how hard was that to understand? “I have other plans. I actually have a life outside this job.”
“Well, if you want to keep this job, you’re going to stay,” he deadpanned. The argument was coming to a close and you were on the losing side. Fucking dickhead.
“Just put... that other guy on. It’s not like he does anything anyway, since all he does is sit on his phone here.”
“Y/N, I’m not going to do anything,” your boss spat, sliding his wallet into a pocket, preparing to leave. “You’re going to stay if you want your paycheck. Now, I have to go ---”
You wanted to scream at him. He had you pulling ridiculous hours ever since you started working here some odd months ago. You were the only capable employee of this shitty convenience store, and the owner was never even around to take care of it himself, case in point. Was it really even worth all this trouble? There was a time you would have taken the punishment without a fight. Before, there wasn’t even a life to speak of. This would have been your whole life. But you didn’t want that anymore, and truth be told, you didn’t want this job either.
“You know what?” you snapped, bringing back the owner’s attention. There was a displeased expression on his face, like he’d rather be anywhere else. That wasn’t going to happen. “I fucking quit. You can take your stupid, ugly ---” you yanked the polo over your head, leaving you in a thin camisole, and threw it at him. “Shove it up your ass! Maybe you’ll even fit it over that big head of yours that’s stuck up there too, and wear it!!”
The rush of adrenaline had you feeling all flighty, but the look on the guy’s face was everything to you and you certainly didn’t want to miss even a second of it. He remained there, frozen, mouth agape. You prided yourself in this feat and felt more coming to the surface.
“That’s enough,” a voice said in your ear. Fingers curled around the crook of your elbow, pulling you away.
You knew who it was before you even had to look.
Outside, you swore in an exhale, kicking the ground as you walked to the black motorcycle waiting for you both. There went your last paycheck, and now you were wondering how you were going to pay for rent. You were about to swing over the back of the motorcycle when Rosé stopped you again, turning you to face her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice and in the way she ducked her face in front of you to garner your attention. You were beyond relieved to see Rosé, even more so without a scratch from what you could see, but you were seething with frustration. Her hands ran up and down the sides of your arms in a soothing manner, her palms smooth. After a moment, she brought a hand to lift your chin up, meeting her eyes. “Hey, talk to me.”
“I’m fine, he didn’t do anything,” you muttered. The want to push her hand away from your face was present, but at the same time, you reveled in the fact she was showing so much affection. You really should be asking about how she felt after her fight, but she seemed far more focused on other things.
“Let’s get you out of here,” she said, reaching over to grab the spare helmet that was beginning to feel more and more like yours. “I know just the place, don’t worry. Just enjoy the ride, let it clear your head.”
You wordlessly took the helmet and clambered on behind her. Inside the store, you could see the owner arguing on his cellphone, arms gesturing around and in the air. It made you smile knowing you put him in a pinch just as willingly as he was going to throw you under the bus. Served him right. He looked up just as Rosé revved the bike, a vicious noise echoing in the lot, and you knew he could hear it. You waved, and he flipped you off, but you were already peeling off the cement.
The ride was a blur. You rested the side of your helmet against the back of Rosé’s jacket, listening to the way it chattered against the studs embroided on this particular garment she wore today. It felt way more natural than the first ride did, and you didn’t even mind the fact that your hands were laced around her middle, resting just below her navel, a throwback to that drunken night. Every once in awhile, her hand would drop and cup the outside of your knee, pressing you close like she was hugging you while she drove. You enjoyed the gesture, but did nothing to return it. You saw the scenery change without processing it. All you were thinking about, so grateful about, was that you were holding Rosé again. After what felt like weeks that were just days, you were so ready to see her again. It had been too long.
You blinked and you had no idea where you were. Rosé slowed your ride, weaving up a small unkempt track, dense woods surrounding you. It was only afternoon but it felt more like dusk here. A canopy stretched out overhead, casting shafts of sunlight sporadically upon the rocky road. Abruptly, Rosé swerved off to the side, rolling to a stop behind some brush.
“What are we doing here?” you asked after removing your helmet.
Rosé slid off her seat, helping you down, and then took off her headgear. She did the same routine of fixing her hair and adjusting the ripped shorts she wore today, then answered you. “I brought you to my favorite place.”
You glanced around at nowhere in particular. The woods?
The puzzlement was written all over your face, and Rosé giggled. It was adorable enough to bring a smile to your face for the first time since she showed up, and you continued to look at her timidly excited expression as she took your hand and began to lead you through the foliage. After a few steps, you realized there was the faintest of paths, probably worn by Rosé herself. She didn’t say anything else, crooked smile in place. You were content just holding her hand for the first time, walking through the emerald trees. It was scenic, for sure. The sound of birds chirping, echoing through the vast space, the shuffle of leaves underfoot, a crack of a fallen branch. There was no one else around, just the two of you. The sudden realization had a spark igniting in your stomach, and you let your hair fall around your face to curtain your flushed cheeks.
The random appearance of an abandoned tennis court was totally unanticipated.
Nature had claimed it back for the wild. Vines tangled in the chainlinks, dirt and debris darkening the previous green texture of the court. The net was slashed rather than stolen, hanging limp at their respective posts. The singular umpire chair had been knocked to its side, splintered and covered in cobwebs. It was obvious that it had been long forgotten.
Except by Rosé. You could see as you approached the fence a section on one end of the court where someone had brought a broom and had cleared away a spot for a blanket. There was no doubt that she had planned this, for you or simply for herself.
“Where are we?” you whispered. For some reason, it felt like you had to.
“An abandoned development,” Rosé spoke. She brought you to a portion of the fence that had been cut and pried away. The thought of a delinquent Rosé showing up with a set of bolt cutters was oddly appealing. “Someone intended to build a luxury condominium out here, away from the bustle of the city, but it fell through a long time ago. I don’t know much else, but it’s been here since I can remember. It’s my favorite place to go to escape... everything.”
The way she finished had you casting a curious glance in her direction, but she didn’t bother meeting your eyes this time. There was that feeling that she was hiding something again, like she knew everything about you but refused to tell you anything about her. For once, it pecked at your heart, making you a bit angry.
Of course you couldn’t stay angry at her for long, and it dissipated the second she brought you to the blanket and motioned for you to sit. The blanket had to be cleaned regularly because it felt so plush underneath your hands as you folded onto it. Rosé joined you once you were comfortable, stretching out those long legs of hers and reclining back on her hands, sighing deeply. Her eyes fluttered closed and you were given the opportunity to just gaze at her. She was so stunningly beautiful, and you wondered briefly how you ever ended up with her.
“I figured you could use this place too,” she whispered without opening her eyes. She looked so peaceful, and she was right. It was so quiet out here, save the natural sounds of the woods providing ambiance. You laid down on your back, arms tucked under your head, and gazed up at the sky. Despite having been overgrown, the trees hadn’t grown close enough yet to construct their canopy. There was the gentle warmth of the sun stretching to reach you in your little cove. It would be growing dark in a couple hours, and you mused about what Rosé would come up with to give you light.
“Are you feeling well?” she asked, interrupting you daydreaming. You nodded, no words needed. Above you, she smiled, turning her attention down to you. “You looked lost for a second. I guess you like it here.”
“I do,” you admitted, eyes shifting to her lips, then her eyes. “Are you okay? I haven’t seen you for like, a week.”
At that she chuckled, looking away again, out to the distance. “Yeah, it’s all good. Just got involved with that dumb shit again. Like usual with those guys.” A finger poked you in the ribs, evoking a laugh. “I got your message --- thank you.”
“I was worried,” you confessed. You didn’t want to hide how you felt when it came to hearing about how she was hurt. “Lisa said it was nasty.”
“Could’ve been worse.” Rosé shrugged. It was something they both said to you now. Just another casual occurrence apparently. “You never know what’s going to happen there. Tensions have been high recently, what with a lot of the gang members falling apart. Loyalty doesn’t mean much to people these days.” There was a pause and you swore you saw something flit across her features. “It means everything to me.”
“That’s because you’re a good person,” you stated, sitting up onto your forearms to garner her attention. All you got was a jagged swallow, as though what you said didn’t sit well with her. “You know that, right?”
Rosé looked at you suddenly, and before you could ask about the tears in her eyes, she was gasping out, “Am I really?”
“Why not?” you countered, the need to justify boiling in your chest. “You’ve been nothing short of... fuck, just amazing to me. I couldn’t care less about the people you hang around or any of that other shit. You’re a good person, Rosé.” You said it like you were trying to drill it into her head.
The red-blonde blinked back her tears, swallowing again, avoiding your gaze. She took a moment to breathe. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”
“I don’t need to!” You sat up the rest of the way, twisting to face her properly. Still, she didn’t meet your eyes. She was looking somewhere else beside you to keep from losing her composure. “I may not have known you for long, and I may not know a lot about your life, but I know how I feel when I’m around you. I trust you. You can tell me all about you, what you’ve done, what you plan to do, but whatever you say won’t change that simple fact.”
When Rosé looked at you again, it was with that look. That look, a concoction of amusement, surprise, and puzzlement --- like she had you all spelled out in her head and you suddenly jumbled it all up. That look she gave you when you told her you didn’t like her smoking instead of keeping the opinion to yourself. That look when your facade gave a moment and she got to see that shy persona hidden away under the confidence you built with shaking hands. That look...
It was cut off by a bitter laugh, shoulders sinking, glancing at the sky.
“I have great parents,” Rosé started. It was your turn to be surprised, eyes widening a moment. “They’ve never done me wrong, but after everything I’ve done, I feel like I fall short of their expectations. Like I’ve failed them. They tried to give me the best life I could have, encouraged me to do well in my studies and with singing.” That was a neat little fact to tuck away. “It just seems like life has a different plan for me, no matter what they wanted. I guess I’m really easy to frame, put the blame on. It only got bad at the end of high school, and I started getting in fights with kids because they thought they were hot shit and would pick on people who couldn’t stand up for themselves. I have a soft spot for those people, like it’s ingrained in me to protect them. But of course, it made me look like the aggressor, and I would get in trouble for all of it.
“I’ve been arrested once, for aggravated assault. I can own up to that. But since that one time, I’ve vowed to stay out of jail. It wasn’t so bad, I was only in for about a month, and then had to do community service and pay a fuckton of fines. But I didn’t want to be known for that, someone people are scared of being around because I might fuck them up or something... I don’t know. I’ve never gone out of my way to hurt someone if they didn’t deserve it in the first place.”
It felt like there was more she was going to say but she stopped, and you were left in the silence to muddle over all she had just told you. It was a very brief overview, but it was more than you ever thought you’d know about her. Despite it, there was no sense of danger being around her. Rosé would never touch you like that.
“Oh,” she perked up. “I don’t do drugs. I mean, I’ve smoked pot in the past, but all I have nowadays are cigs. That’s for the others, not my style. I have my hands full of blood, not drugs.” Then she laughed, shaking her head, blonde hair highlighted by the low sunrays wisping around her face. “That sounded really bad.”
“I like it.” You hadn’t expected that to come out exactly, but it was true. And it was part of you speaking your feelings, not cowering behind your own thoughts. Rosé lifted her face, eyes shining, and offered you a weak smile. She sniffled and wiped at her nose, such a soft gesture in comparison to the story she had told you. You knew that wasn’t who she was beneath the leather and metal and smoke.
“Well, after it was all said and done, my parents didn’t and I didn’t like disappointing them. So I left. I didn’t want that on them, to deal with a daughter like this. I moved out here, falling easily into the wrong crowd. The only person who really kept me afloat was Jennie.”
“Jennie, the bar owner?” you interrupted.
“Yeah, random, I know,” she chuckled. “I was looking for work and Jennie was the only person who didn’t immediately turn me out on my ass by one look at my record. But she didn’t have any real openings for me. So she made me her financial supervisor.”
“Whoa,” you breathed in astonishment.
“Yeah, I’m really good at numbers and stuff like that. With so much on her hands, owning just about the only bar that houses the roughest and rowdiest, she thought I could help her out with some side work, and that way, it would keep me out of trouble. She saw potential in me. And it really worked out. I’m often busy with her business and it’s a great job. She also really did need the help, so she’s happy I’m around. I’ve been with her for a while now. I met Lisa and Jisoo through her, the only girls --- the only friends --- I’m ever around a lot.
“Don’t get me wrong, they bring around their own drama. Especially Lisa. That girl’s a fucking whirlwind. You know she was there that night at the store?”
“She was?” You could hardly remember anything about that night besides Rosé. When you thought about it, it was always that first impression of the hardened girl walking through the doors and stealing your heart that you remembered.
Then you faltered.
Rosé really has stolen your heart, and you weren’t even privy to this obvious fact.
“Yeah, she walked in with me, remember?” Rosé tried to jog your memory, laughing lightly, unaware of the revelation you were going through. “She told me you were staring and I---”
In retrospect, you would never understand what came over you then.
The kiss was so sudden that you both never expected it. Your heart hammered in your chest so loud, it was all you could hear right before you dove in. It was messy, unsaid words catching between your mouths, teeth crashing against each other’s, and you almost tumbled against her when your hand slipped off the material of her jacket on her shoulder. But it only served to throw your hand on top of hers on the blanket, and as soon as she registered what you were doing, her fingers laced with yours and a hand clasped the back of your head, holding you against her lips.
The kiss became something else. It was so much and not enough and everything you dreamt. The world fell away around you and all that remained was Rosé’s lips, that faint taste of smoke on them, how soft her skin felt against your cheek, between your fingers, how she tangled up your hair. And her moan that just escaped? You swore you sank further into her.
All this time you entertained your feelings for this bad girl.
But you didn’t know you would fall in love with Rosé instead.
When you opened your eyes again, it was nearly dark. Fading light in the colors of melting cotton candy tinted the horizon. The air was cool but you remained warm, blushing at how close you two had become on the blanket. One of Rosé’s legs had slid between your own, her entire body angled for you. You took a deep breath, the first to reach the depths of your lungs. Every kiss stole a little more air from you, leaving you dizzied. Adrenaline streaming through your veins acted like a drug that numbed anything that wasn’t Rosé.
There was so much that Rosé wanted to say, you could see it in her eyes. Nothing came forth and you knew the feeling of having it jammed in your throat, unable to say a word. The only thing she gave you was a smile, a genuine, unadulterated smile, and you knew there was one thing that you wanted to say to her.
“Rosé...” you whispered, feeling weightless. “I---”
♡ part iii.
#blackpink#blackpink scenarios#blackpink fanfiction#kpop scenarios#girl group scenarios#scenarios#PART II IS HERE !!!#it is the shortest of the three parts#mostly because it's filler#getting to know the characters and such#ENJOY#😘
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Every single thing I noticed and felt while watching Taylor’s LWYMMD music video
By now I think it’s a fair assumption to make that you have already seen @taylorswift ‘s new video for Look What You Made Me Do (it had over 39 million views in the first 24 hours). If you’re like me you may have rewatched it about 13 million times trying to decipher all the hidden meanings. If you’re not (cool) like me, you may have just watched it once and wondered: “what on earth did I just see??”.
Lucky for you I’ve decided to document my entire emotional journey through the 4:15 video. Disclaimer 1: many of these theories are my own opinions or theories I’ve read from other fans. I do not pretend to understand the entire genius of T-Swift. Disclaimer 2: I am a 100% biased Taylor Swift fan and therefore this analysis is 100% biased with my love for Tay.
HERE WE GO
Ok, opening scene. Spooky. Fits the soft but slightly creepy lullaby intro. Honestly thought we might be stepping into Hogwarts.
Here is one of the first of many “TS” we will see throughout the video.
For anyone who has been following Taylor the past year, this is a pretty clear reference to the online hate Taylor received after being “exposed” by Kim Kardashian (note: she was in no way exposed). Trolls began to fill social media with “RIP Taylor’s career” and “Taylor Swift Is Over Party”. It is a fitting place to begin the video.
Does that dress look familiar to anyone? It appears to be the same dress Taylor wore in the Out Of The Woods music video (the last video from the 1989 era...symbolic right?).
What is that on the tombstone behind Taylor? Nils Sjoberg. This was the alias name Taylor used when she helped write Calvin Harris’ “This Is What You Came For” (he later appeared to be less than happy once Taylor started receiving credit for the song).
We now see the old Taylor that Zombie Taylor is burying. This Taylor is dressed the same as when Taylor attended the Met Gala in 2014 (marking the beginning of the 1989 era). Here we literally see post-1989 Taylor burying pre-1989 Taylor. *tears*
Taylor transforms from the graveyard into this beautiful scene. Several things to point out here. Taylor is almost literally drowning in jewels. Perhaps alluding to the media’s perception of Taylor being money obsessed? If you look closely, we also see a single dollar bill lying in the bathtub with her. Most likely referencing the symbolic 1 dollar Taylor requested in her countersuit against a former radio DJ who sexually assaulted her (Taylor won this case). Finally, and this may be a stretch but notice on the floor to the left of the bathtub what looks like a heart shaped locket? It’s possible this is the same locket that Calvin Harris gave Taylor for their 1 year anniversary. Wow. Brilliant.
ENTER SNAKES. We now get all the snake references we could ever need (also clearing up the snake video clues Taylor teased just a few days before releasing LWYMMD). The snakes themselves are a reference to the hate Taylor received after the Kim/Kanye blow up. Haters filled her Instagram and Twitter with snake emojis implying that Taylor herself was a snake. Looks like the joke is on them now. Also notice the subtle, “et tu brute” on the chair? We see this several times in this scene, of course referring to the betrayal Taylor has felt from people she thought were her friends.
And Snakes! Check out Taylor sipping on her tea that she now gets to serve up. It’s her time to tell the story and she’s doing it with this BA Salazar Slytherin look.
The golden car crash. This is an interesting scene because it has many interpretations. My gut reaction was Katy Perry. The feud is well known and Katy added fuel to the fire by releasing her song “Swish Swish” that was meant to be a dig at Tay. I think she looks very much like Katy here with the sunglasses and the short blonde hair. Notice she is even holding a single Grammy (something that Katy Perry does not have). However, it’s also been pointed out that this may also be a Kim Kardashian reference (which I will discuss later).
A further analysis of the car crash shows the paparazzi taking pictures after Taylor crashes. Perhaps symbolically saying that the media loves to see Taylor suffer and fail?
Two things to note here. 1) Jaguar? Your guess is as good as mine. 2) The cute little guy is wearing a golden 13.
Next, we find Taylor in what looks like a giant bird cage. Wearing orange to perhaps symbolize that she feels like a prisoner at times? We also see a snake tattoo on her right leg.
At this point in the song, Taylor says “and threw a feast”. This could be a reference to KP’s song Bon Appetit. But it is unclear. Also, notice the rat on the table? Yeup just thought I’d point him out.
Now, this is a fun scene. Tay is robbing a currently undisclosed location. The cat masks could be a cute play at Taylor’s love for cats. Or could be another hit at Katy. Either way, it’s a great scene. Her sweatshirt reads “blind for love” as we know Taylor frequently referred to herself as a hopeless romantic.
We are now introduced to biker chick Taylor. It might seem a little out of place at first. But remember when Taylor got hate for her Bad Blood video apparently ripping off of Britney Spear’s Toxic? This very well may be alluding to that.
Absolutely love this part. We now see what Taylor was robbing. A streaming company. Of course. After the backlash, she got from leaving Spotify and writing her letter to Apple this scene makes perfect sense. Side note: absolutely adored Taylor’s letter to Apple. You go girl.
What is Taylor doing dictating what looks like an army of life size barbies? This is a reference to the “squad” and the comments Taylor received that her friendship circle was more like a cult of freakishly perfect looking women as opposed to a genuine group of friends.
Which of course leads us to the falling out of the squad the media claimed happened but didn’t.
Taylor enters the mansion. As soon as she enters the room the men immediately step up to do her bidding. As if Taylor is their commander and they must obey.
This is our first glimpse of the mysterious airplane Taylor. We only see short glimpses of her but she seems to serve an important role. She perhaps represents the real Taylor that neither the media nor the fans truly get to see or understand fully.
The boys are back. 8 of them all in line (apparently something only Beyonce is allowed to do if you ask Twitter). She could be representing her past relationships and the scorn she received for each one. Fun fact: it’s Taylor’s back up dancers from the 1989 world tour!
The I <3 TS shirt. Tom Hiddleston wore an I <3 TS shirt while dating Taylor. He got mocked and Taylor got called manipulative for “forcing him to wear it”. Taking a wild guess here, but pretty sure Tom makes his own wardrobe choices.
This is our first real glimpse at the “Reputation” era Taylor. She’s dark. Her hair is slicked back. And she looks like she is 100% done apologizing. She is standing on top of a mound of the “old Taylors”.
Shoutout to Fearless era Taylor with the iconic 13 on her hand. What a gem.
This is one of the best shots in the video. A look at the past decade of Taylor. How many Taylor’s can you spot?
More snakes. Side note: You can actually buy this snake ring on Taylor’s merch store. Taylor now reveals to us the most anticipated line of the song. “I’m sorry the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cuz she’s dead.” This line brings the entire song together as well as the symbolism of Taylor wiping her social media a week prior to LWYMMD release. The old Taylor is dead. The haters have killed her.
Taylor breaks it down with her backup dancers to some pretty great choreography. I like to think of this as shade to all the people who made fun of Taylor’s dancing abilities. Our girl can dance.
Annnnnnnnd boom! Our Jaguar friend is back. Still unsure what he represents but he’s pretty cute.
SNAKES
Let’s pause to appreciate the adorable wink Tay gives us here. Reputation may be a darker album than we are used to but Taylor is still the light-hearted girl we’ve always known.
Wow, she’s like Super Woman.
This is one of the best views we get of the mysterious airplane Taylor. Who are you???
We finally come to the last and most important scene. 15 Taylors. 14 lined out in front and one back on the airplane. There just so happens to be 15 songs on the new album reputation...coincidence?? Also, notice TS6 written on the end of the plane? Subtle genius.
You Belong With Me Taylor is precious. She’s so happy and genuinely surprised that she has accomplished all that she has. But everyone hates her for that and will drag her down until she no longer will show that much genuine and pure happiness at an award show again. Also, recognize that shirt from the YBWM music video? Only now it’s slightly different. This time it has real names of Taylor’s real friends you might recognize. Like Selena, Ed, and Jack.
As the scene continues we see Shake It Off Taylor mock YBWM Taylor for being surprised all the time. Mansion Taylor calls Zombie Taylor/SIO Taylor a b**ch and Zombie Talyor responds with “don’t call me that!” Alluding to Kanye calling Taylor this in his song “Famous”. In real life, Taylor responded by making a very strong statement against Kanye’s words during her Album of the Year acceptance speech at the Grammys later that year.
A particularly heart-wrenching scene. Fearless Taylor tries to calm everyone down but gets shut down by We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Tour) Taylor, calling her a fake. We see the young innocent Taylor begin to cry. The young sweet girl who got stomped on by the world for making music about love. It is sure to elicit a few tears.
“There she goes playing the victim again”. Taylor is literally beating the haters to the punch.
Met Gala Taylor Asks Katy/Kim Taylor what she’s doing and she responds with “getting receipts...gonna edit this later.” This could be interpreted in two ways. If this is meant to be Katy, it could be referencing the song “Swish Swish” where Katy claims that “karma keeps receipts”. Or if it is Kim, it would be naturally referencing the snapchat videos Kim perhaps “edited” of Kanye and Taylor’s phone conversation. Side note: it is illegal to record people without their consent in certain states, Kim.
Finally, we see 2009 VMA Taylor who had been interrupted by Kanye West while she was accepting her award for Best Female Music Video of the Year. She quotes 2016 Taylor by saying “I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative”. Which all the other Taylor’s and symbolically the world respond with...
“SHUT UP”. Here Taylor is telling us that no matter what she does or doesn’t do, she will be judged. It isn’t fair but it is something she has accepted. She will no longer be providing any explanation. There will just be reputation.
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I feel like the person who wrote that one review of Nowhere Man that I came across must be a man who can’t read subs fast enough because by the end everything was explained and the only question I had left was one concerning the epilogue.
Not even going to start elaborating on how people writing reviews seem to think ah was chang quan’s first name, oh man *facepalm*
But anyway, my only complaint is
*SPOILERS*
that they killed off my two faves orz And like, yeah, all three of them were innocent and wrongfully convicted (insert sad emoji) but at least gui’s brother LIVED in the end. my boy xiao sa was sinless like a lamb and yet he got the shortest end of the sticc
I’m just kidding.
OF COURSE ALL THREE OF THEM WERE SINLESS LIKE A LAMB IN FACT ALL FOUR, those 10 years they spent in prison were more apparent on gui than on the ones who were actually in the prison
I’m not even going to go into detail about lin ji and how fucked up that was, also i did not see That coming so umm yeah
Oh I almost forgot my only other issue which is that boy was like 18 years old or something, how tf did he not speak any other language sdfjkd germany step up ur school system
Ok now I’ve said everything
#i liked the 4 bros i think the dynamic was great although i liked the main bro the least out of the 4 idk if that's just me or a flaw#I am literally the only person talking about this is there even a point in tagging?#nowhere man
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Trey Songz & Meek Mill Get Into It On Social Media After Trigga Called Out Meek To Donate To Charity + Eminem Apologizes To Diddy’s REVOLT
Trey Songz and Meek Mill got into a semi-feud online after Trigga called Meek out to donate to charity. Check those receipts, plus find out why Eminem is apologizing to Diddy’s REVOLT network inside….
Trey Songz and Meek Mill were lightly feuding on social media recently. The reason? Giving back to charity.
Here’s what went down….
Right now, people need help during this pandemic, so celebs and real-life YBFers have been putting their resources together to help those in need. Trigga decided he would participate in the #FeedYourCommunityChallenge and he called out Meek to join in. However, the spat likely started with the way the R&B crooner approached the Philly rapper about donating.
Recently, Meek shared a picture of himself holding several hundred dollar bills. Trigga hopped in his comments and asked Meek to donate those “bands” to a good cause.
"Take some of them bands and accept the #feedyourcommunitychallenge," the “Bottoms Up” singer wrote in Meek’s comments along with the thinking emoji.
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Ain’t no such thing as being real with people that’s tryna use you!
A post shared by Meek Mill (@meekmill) on Jun 24, 2020 at 9:38am PDT
After peeping Trey's comment, Meek responded:
"200k to Philadelphia schools ... my phantom for less fortunate 400k .... and help raise 50 mill for reform @treysongz don't try me like that!."
In another comment, Meek also wrote, "I donated like two mill this year where you at? Lol."
The day before, Trey also dedicated an IG post to challenge Meek to feed his city:
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I challenge my boy @meekmill to the #feedyourcitychallenge bull a young God in Philly. Let’s go!!!
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"I challenge my boy @meekmill to the #feedyourcitychallenge bull a young God in Philly. Let’s go!!!," the R&B singer captioned a picture of himself giving back to his community.
After Meek responded to Trigga in the comments about his philanthropic donations, Trey then shared a screenshot on his IG, questioning why the CHAMPIONSHIPS rapper took offense to him challenging him.
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So @meekmill apparently felt a way bout me challenging him to the #feedyourcitychallenge. He felt the need to tell me what he’s already done, hopefully not realizing I tapped on him because of how much I know he’s already doing for his community. That’s great you donated fam, that’s great you helping prison reform, that’s great you gave ya phantom. I’m simply trying to bring us together to further help our communities. You offended? Lol you got it!
A post shared by treysongz (@treysongz) on Jun 24, 2020 at 11:13am PDT
"What you feel attacked?," Trey asked in Meek's comments. "I know what you doing for your community that's what I challenged you. I'm at everybody to do they part and more, you included. Ima try whoever bout what I'm on right now. Feel how you feel."
He captioned the screenshot, "So @meekmill apparently felt a way bout me challenging him to the #feedyourcitychallenge. He felt the need to tell me what he’s already done, hopefully not realizing I tapped on him because of how much I know he’s already doing for his community. That’s great you donated fam, that’s great you helping prison reform, that’s great you gave ya phantom. I’m simply trying to bring us together to further help our communities. You offended? Lol you got it!"
Meek didn't like the way he went about the challenge and explained that to him in a comment under the screenshot.
"Nah I didn't don't try to put me on the spot wit that sideways shit that's not even no money like four racks ... other artist telling artist to donate is dumb just handle ya business!," Meek said. "Don't try to put me on the spot .. this behavior kinda of new artist don't speaking on my money ... coulda kept this in the comments bro I just ain't feel your comment no big deal."
Trey then responded it wasn't that big of a deal and that he had challenged several other artists, including Fabolous and more.
"@meekmill I hit ya phone, both numbers I got and I sent a dm. It's a challenge nigga. Same way I challenged Mustard, Fab, Trouble and they all accepted. We aint even sposta be at no kinda odds abut giving back. Shit goofy," he said.
There's no beef between them, according to Meek. He said the thinking emoji is what made him think Trey was trying to be shady:
Me and trey bro’s that lil threw me off tho!
— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) June 24, 2020
Oh, and by the way....
And to think you was the one locking blacks up in nyc at one point! https://t.co/O03gucr5XO
— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) June 24, 2020
The Philly rapper clapped back at former NYC Mayor Rudy Giuliani who has been busy trying to inflict fear into people about the Black Lives Matter movement.
In other "beef" news...
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Now back to our movement.
A post shared by REVOLT TV (@revolttv) on Jun 22, 2020 at 3:29pm PDT
OOOP! What did Eminem do to piss REVOLT off? Lyrics!
On Conway the Machine's track "Bang," Eminem took a shot at Diddy's cable network, REVOLT.
"Yeah, shout to Puffy Combs, but f*ck Revolt," the 47-year-old rapped about the black-owned network on the leaked track. "Y'all are like a f*cked up remote. Now I get it why our button's broke."
REVOLT didn't mince words on how they felt about Em's lyrics. They shared an IG post that said, "F*ck you too Eminem."
The cable network then released a statement to address Eminem's disrespectful lyrics.
"Why does Eminem, someone who is a guest in Black culture, think he can talk down to REVOLT," the cable network said in a statement to Billboard. "REVOLT is a BLACK media company, owned by a Black entrepreneur, with a majority Black team -- that is authentic and real."
"Eminem trying to come for us is an unneeded distraction. It is not OK. We need to be supported to be the platform and voice of this movement," it continued.
True indeed. Em agreed the bars were an "unnecessary distraction" from the Black Lives Matter movement and publicly apologized:
In response to @revolttv... pic.twitter.com/XrFJi2BZDy
— Marshall Mathers (@Eminem) June 25, 2020
"I was heated in the moment and thought better of it and decided to pull it back," Em explained. "Stuff that I never intended to release continues to leak from the huge WeTransfer hack."
There's that. We all have to stick together during these times. We have BIGGER issues to fight.
Photos: Trey's IG/Meek's IG
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