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secretsniper3 · 4 years ago

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Part 2: Wet..

I wake, rolling over my alarm says 08:00, my day starts now. Blinking and drinking in my surroundings im surprised that im not bound anymore, Master probably released me from my situation before he too went to sleep, makes sense since I still have my morning routine to do. Spreading my thighs my hand creeps under the sheets and massages my clit, moisture instantly wetting my fingers as i rub up and down, fingers dancing expertly over my throbbing clit, being denied for so long my reaction is second nature now as my back arches up off my bed as my hand continues its assault on my senses. 1 edge moments later my mind abuzz with desire. Another edge, 3 to go and my morning can really begin. On and on my fingers go, dancing circles around my needy clit. Stopping just shy of another orgasm, 3 edges down. Pushing a finger and then another into my wet pussy I rub the walls and pull out seconds later. 4 edges down, returning my fingers to my box as my other hand clutches my breast, back still arched high, I slams down to the bed and thrusts my hands to my pillow. 5 edges done.

Climbing out of bed I go and brush my hair and then my teeth. A outfit is already laid out by my Master. A latex sleeveless shirt and matching pants, black high heels and a corset. My day will clearly be a tough one for me. Looking around I cannot find anything even resembling underwear. Knowing my punishment would be beyond measure if I were to dress my pussy myself I don my latex outfit for the day. Shirt, then the pants, sliding easily up my smooth legs as my juices made for handy lubricant. Pressing the latex on my pussy I pause. A simple deep breath removes my hand from what I know is forbidden to me now my morning edges are complete. Sitting on the bedside I clip my heels on so it doesnt fall off and put on my corset, only being able to loosly cinche it without help.

With great care, I walk out my bedroom door, slow paces in my high heels, my pussy rubbing against the latex with every step sending chills down my spine making my mind drift to my little buzzer throbbing away relentlessly. down the stairs, Master was waiting for me. Standing before him I assume my position on my knees, legs open palms up, head down.

“Good morning Master” I say keeping my head low.

“Morning my dear, sleep well i hope, i have a few fun things for you to enjoy today” my Master sounds eager.. its a little unsettling.

Standing up at his command I follow him to the dining room. Breakfast is already served. Im stunned, something is going on and Im concerned by what this means, my Master has almost never made breakfast for me. Heading to my seat I spot it. A large dildo, right where my pulsing pussy would lay, with my Masters guiding hand I ease down onto the large toy. The latex over my pussy parting at the intrusion! how could I not notice that gap when I put it on?? sliding down the thick cock my pussy serving to lubricate it all the way to the base. With a wet shlop Im completely full and I havnt even touched my bacon and eggs! perhaps a drink to calm my nerves, as I take a large gulp I feel warm.. a little too warm. Looking to my Master, he confirms my suspicions by raising his own glass. My pussy now spasming around the dildo as the aphrodisiac runs its course as I lean forward and stifle a moan.

My Master laughs at my situation. “Eat up my dear, your going to need your strength.” he says sending a flurry of chills down my spine leading right to my throbbing womanhood! gasping for air I raise a shaking hand to my fork and eat my food, likely spiked as well.. yes, its spiked. With each piece I swallow I feel the heat burn hotter, like a raging inferno my body craving the 1 thing my mind knows it must never have without consent! finishing my drugged meal my Master takes me by the hand and raises me up. Stopping several times to prevent a unauthorised orgasm. Leading me to the play room I see a device I have never seen before but it scares the hell out of me.

Standing, or lying in the middle of the room is a series of Stock restraints circling a large padded seat, leading me over to it, my Master lays me down flat. locking my wrists in their own personal Stock holders, followed by my ankles. Breathing faster at this development and my need constantly rising im hoisted in the air by the cushion im laying on, my restraints following suit. Standing beside me my Master reveals more holes in my latex, a hole per nipple with which he inserts a suction cup with a wire and covering it with the latex again, leaving just the wire exposed. moving down to my clit he reveals a suction cup, its thin and long and now, attached to my maddening, throbbing buzzer, he begins pumping. My eyes fly open in a combination of fear and arousal as my clit starts to get sucked into the tube, further and further its pulled from its hood till I feel it. Something hard is touching my clit, looking down Im greeted with a wire, pressing the tip of my isolated clit with the means to make me thrash around were I not restrained already. My drug ridden mind flooding with thoughts of my soon to be, hellish day that started too calmly as my Master slides a thick metal cock into my ass. I cant see it but I can bet theres a wire attached to it as well.

Moving to my head Master puts a dildo gag in my mouth and a latex hood over my head, my long red hair pulled through the back and the hood sealed tight. I cant see, I can barely hear and I can only weakly moan around this toy in my mouth, and as my thoughts go to the toy in my mouth, it expands, and again, and again! My mouth now completely full with cock my pleas and moans now a dull grunt, barely audible to those outside my hood. My pussy feels cold air, Master has moved the latex away from my drooling slit, heat radiating off my hungry hole, I breathe deep as Master presses his tongue against my slick folds. If I could scream, I would have. instead my legs tremble uncontrollably and my arms spasm, locked in my restraints thats all I really can do. Master licks again and again drawing more fluid from me. My breathing now very audible as air rushes in and out through my nose, Then I feel it. its coming, shit IM CUMMING! and then.. pure agony. My nipples cop it first, but only by microseconds, as they light up with electricity, followed by my ass and worst of all, my throbbing clit. My eyes shoot up into my skull as Im torn down from the plateau I was cresting mere moments ago! My pussy spasms in need as my Masters tongue only redoubles its assault knowing he has me, right where he wants me.

A full hour passes, and Masters Tongue leaves my pussy as another orgasm is slammed away by the electricity as this setup is designed to deny, not reward so I scream into my inflated cock gag. A few moments pass by idle as Im left to stew in my burning need, electricity occasionally zapping my nipples to make sure im denied release from my drug fuelled arousal. I hear Master say something outside my latex hood, I cant make out the words but he seems to know that I was only moments from cumming just now and thats led his to this pause to let me calm down, if that were possible with the drugs coursing through my veins and the intoxicating latex still coating my body and head Im swimming in a sea of arousal and Im not allowed to cum even a little even in my intense exhaustion im allowed only this peace of not being dragged kicking and screaming to more denial! A familiar sensation returns as Masters tongue reaffixes itself to my Labia and once again im lit of with electricity as another orgasm is beaten back, Round 2 begins.

2 Whole hours of torturous orgasm denial at Masters hands and tongue pass as im finally lowered to the ground, it only took a minute to unlock my limbs from the hellish devices that held me down, and another minute to free my ass, nipples and clit from their own hellish devices. A flick to the clit confirms Im still conscious. My Master picks me up and carries me to the nearby lounge, there he removes my hood and gag, and rests my head on his lap and runs his fingers through my sweat soaked hair. Stripping me of my latex suit, leaving only my heels on he continues my massage, as I regain my senses slowly.

“Master.. Thank you for training this slave to serve” I say weakly, as he cups my cheek with his tender hand, I roll over and fish out his throbbing cock and begin sucking, after all that pain and denial i need something I love, i need Masters cum in my mouth to savour the taste then swallow like the Good Slave I am. Eventually im rewarded with a mouthful as i drink every drop im given and swallow, it really is delicious to me now, I cant go back to a normal life, I belong to my Master.

Taking me to the loungeroom Master instructs me to edge for my lunch. A simple task but as he turns to leave he gives me the number. 30 edges.. My pussy pulses again and the flood gates reopen, I still havnt had that orgasm my body just remembered it was desperate for. oh god could I really do 30 in a row without stopping or spilling over? My Master seems to think so. Already days into my denial and with drugs wracking my brain I begin my edges. It only took a hour but I finally got them all. Another dose of drugged lunch and Im back to normal, if horny out of my mind is normal. The rest of my day is fairly standard compared to my morning training, part of me wants to do it again but not any time soon.

Pleasuring my Masters cock I polish his shoes after that in my favourite maid outfit, remembering to always bend at the waist, never the knees, my Master loves a good show. My daily chores complete Im taken to the shower and cleaned by my Master, taking great care not to rub over my pussy too hard. A lovely steak for dinner with some wine, I could hardly taste the drug in that wine, but my pussy sure felt it. My Master, eager to set me to bed attaches a chastity belt tightly to my pussy. I dont see the point as I would never touch without permission.. right?

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secretsniper2 · 4 years ago

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Part 2: Wet..

Climbing out of bed I go and brush my hair and then my teeth. A outfit is already laid out by my Master. A latex sleeveless shirt and matching pants, black high heels and a corset. My day will clearly be a tough one for me. Looking around I cannot find anything even resembling underwear. Knowing my punishment would be beyond measure if I were to dress my pussy myself I don my latex outfit for the day. Shirt, then the pants, sliding easily up my smooth legs as my juices made for handy lubricant. Pressing the latex on my pussy I pause. A simple deep breath removes my hand from what I know is forbidden to me now my morning edges are complete. Sitting on the bedside I clip my heels on so it doesn't fall off and put on my corset, only being able to loosely cinch it without help.

“Good morning Master” I say keeping my head low.

“Morning my dear, sleep well i hope, i have a few fun things for you to enjoy today” my Master sounds eager.. its a little unsettling.

#Stories #Custom

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Don Dawson

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- Don and you first meet when you’re walking through the halls during class time to go deliver something for your teacher. He was ditching class with a friend when the two of you “bumped into each other” and by that I mean you passed them while they leaned against a group of lockers.

- He does a doubletake when you walk past him for the first time. He isn’t shy about his leering either, he full on turns toward you and stares. After he’s gotten a good look, he turns toward his friend, waggles his eyebrows, and tails it after you.

- It kind of spooks you a little when he comes up beside you with an enthusiastic “how ya doin!” but you smile awkwardly and greet him back. He tries to chat you up while you walk back to class; he’s kind of cute so you don’t exactly mind.

- You pause outside of your class to talk a little more but your teacher cuts your conversation short with a teasing comment to you and a cocked brow to Don. He in response starts to flirt with your teacher, earning himself a smile and giggle from you. He winks at you one last time before he disappears back into the hallway and your teacher closes the door.

- He catches you when you’re walking to your car after school and propositions you in his usual fashion. You say “yeah, no thanks” and get in your car, leaving him in the dust. It was at that moment, watching your car disappear down the road, that he decides he has to have you.

- You thought the ordeal was kind of funny so you aren’t too bothered when he approaches you while you’re out with some friends. The two of you just so happened to go to the same place with your individual friend groups. He doesnt proposition you this time, thankfully.

- Now Don, at first, just thought you were hot and was trying to shoot his shot and to weasel his way into your pants. But as he’s talking to you he realizes that he really likes you, like you’re fun to talk to and you’re really interesting. He starts to feel this connection with you that he’s never really had with anyone else.

- Even though he doesn’t want to “admit it” he forms a little crush on you. He starts to talk to and hang out with you more; making it kind of obvious that he likes you with his flirting and innuendos. And you like it, him and the attention, so when he says “Hey why don’t we go grab a bite to eat sometime.” You tell him to “name a date and you’ll be there.”

- It takes him only a few seconds to respond.

- For your first date he gets a few beers and sodas and takes you out to a field where you sit in the bed of his truck and stargaze. He goes to kiss you once or twice but you don’t let him, you know how he is with girls and want to test him a little before you give in. Either way everything goes well and you agree to go out with him again.

- Although he accepts your refusal he probably still complains to the guys that you aren’t letting him “do anything”. But your refusal is more entertaining rather than anything else, he likes you as more than a lay so it doesn’t bother too much. He’s more determined and excited than annoyed.

- For your third date you’d gone to a concert together and the two of you had your first kiss as the band played. Definitely a very memorable experience and one you’re glad to remember. After your first kiss he knew for sure that you were the one.

- For the most part you have a very playful relationship.

- A lot of nicknames although most of the time he’s joking when he uses them. Like he’ll say a bunch of them in a row to get your attention or when he’s smothering you in affection.

- A few genuine ones still slip out sometimes.

- He kind of just lets you do whatever you want to him. Put his hair in pigtails, put make up on him, do his nails, crawl all over him, climb him like a monkey, anything you want as long as the evidence can be erased or go unnoticed.

- He loves affection and touching you and all that but he isn’t all that into pda. He likes the joking, quick funny stuff but keeps most of what he does behind closed doors unless you’re hanging around some of his good friends who also have their girlfriends there.

- He likes to lay his head in your lap and have you play with his hair.

- Lots of hugs.

- Piggyback rides.

- Double dates with Simone and Pink.

- Matching overalls.

- You’ve probably put flowers in the pocket of his overalls and he secretly finds it so precious. You’ve definitely snuck little notes in them without him knowing and when he finds them he can’t help but smile.

- Smacking his arm and giving him looks to get him to behave, you try your best to keep him out of trouble even though he makes it pretty difficult.

- He watches you a lot, especially whenever you walk away...he likes the view.

- He’s usually pretty animated and goofy, its kind of just how he is so you get to observe all of his adorable and funny quirks.

- You’re nearly always smiling or laughing when you’re with him.

- Playful flirting.

- Him trying to jokingly yet not so jokingly proposition you.

- Lewd jokes, he laughs hysterically whenever you grimace at them.

- Going to his football games and cheering him on.

- Meeting him after football practice and kissing behind the bleachers.

- Hanging out in the back of pickup trucks.

- Dawson’s kinda cool with everyone so he has a lot of friends around the school and subsequently everyones pretty friendly to you. All your friends probably like him.

- Going to parties with him and getting invited to others just for being his girlfriend.

- He always has a beer ready for you or shares his own with you, if you’re into that sort of thing.

- Going on little adventures with him.

- Hes pretty much down to do whatever you have in mind.

- Concert dates.

- He’ll play tackle/pounce on you and start kissing all over your neck and face; he’s pretty fond of that move.

- Secret handshakes.

- He’s a good listener, he likes hearing about what’s new in your life and things that you’ve done recently.

- He hates seeing you upset; he’s not very good at comforting you but he tries to get you to forget about whatever’s bugging you.

- Play wrestling.

- If you mention wanting something he’d 100% go out and grab it for you.

- He’s got major big brother vibes, do with that what you will.

- He gets involved in a lot of crazy shit so be prepared for some killer stories. He thinks its cute when you look worried for him.

- Constant compliments.

“Looking good.”

- Making fun of each other.

- Play arguing and punching.

- Tricking you into doing something suggestive; mostly when you’re alone, he doesnt want to completely embarrass you...or give his friends a free show.

- He admits he’s an asshole so be prepared. Although to be fair a lot of his asshole behavior is just a front. He’s actually really sweet once you get to know him, especially when you’re his girl/he likes you.

- He does think its kind of funny when you get mad at him...well it depends on how mad you get and how mad you stay. If you grumpily trudge off, rolling your eyes at him in front of his friends then he’ll probably laugh and joke with them.

- A lot of “oh come on babe it was just a joke!”

- It isn’t until you really stay mad that he no longer finds it as funny. He doesn’t like fighting with you but you always inevitably do. In a fight you’ll argue for a while before he tries to just end it as painlessly as possible. At that point he isnt even really sorry nor does he think you’ve settled things, he just doesnt want to fight anymore.

“Okay, okay,okay, alright, so-”.

- Sometimes his attempts to calm things really just backfire for him, like if you feel like he isn’t really listening and just trying to brush you off. It really depends on what you’d fight with him about.

- When you’re holding a grudge he’ll make jokes and bets with his friends, condescendingly saying how you “think you’re mad at him”. He says it himself: he’s an asshole. Although in these moments a lot of his asshole behavior is just him being spiteful because he’s hurt that you won’t talk to him.

- He does know how to apologize when he’s done something wrong or upset you. Like I said he’s usually really sweet even if he doesn’t act like it sometimes. It’s the reason you can come to forgive him especially during the “trial” part of your relationship (up next).

- He flirts too much, thats always been his problem, that and he’s sort of a hypocrite about it; he thinks he can flirt with other girls but you arent allowed to flirt with other guys. He doesn’t understand the injustice but after your first really big fight and subsequent breakup; most likely where he sees you go out with another guy, he finally learns his lesson.

- He’s a pretty coolheaded guy but he definitely doesn’t like people flirting with or having a thing for you even if he’s a playboy and would usually partake in the locker room talk with them. When you came along he was kind of like “Well I’ve finally settled down and I like this one a lot so back off.”.

- He gets a lot of girls coming after him so you’ll probably get a little jealous every now and again. He tries to assure you as best as he can that he isn’t interested in them.

- He’s a football player so there’s at least a little pent up aggression in him. He’s ready to bust a lip to get a guy off your back or stop him from trying to get with you.

- He wants that nuclear family type of future, with a nice house, picket fence, and son to play catch with in the yard. He never thought he’d imagine a future with a girl before but here he is, and he... kinda likes it.

- He’s definitely dropped a “Mrs. Dawson” on you after you teasingly called him Mr. Dawson. You’d just been trying to mess with him but then he had to go and make you all flustered and giddy.

- Dawson will probably go to college on a football scholarship. Before you came along he was planning on screwing a lot of chicks but now thinks “I’d be pissed if she screwed a guy while I was gone” and stops the temptation where it starts. He comes a long way during your relationship.

- I can see him proposing to you after he gets out of college and settles down with a nice job. He’d make a personal kind of special occasion out of the proposal, something that involves a sentimental part of your relationship.

#90s movie headcanons #90s imagine #dazed and confused x reader #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused headcanon #dazed and confused headcanons #dazed and confused #don dawson imagine #don dawson #don dawson headcanons #don dawson headcanon

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captainshyguy · 4 years ago

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not to be a little melancholic but i've been thinking a bit about all the people that have come and gone in my general social circle like. not just irl, but online too. the close friends, who eventually left, and the ones on the outskirts, but were always there. at least, for a time. the people you never quite talked to, but were in your bubble, in your life, if just for a bit. the people who will only be icon, words on a screen to me. the people who will forever be 14 in my memories, because its all i have of them

its just...its weird yknow? not even getting into social circles from school, friends you grew apart from, friends of friends of friends in your class that you had an odd connection with

but online its like. i’ve been in a few online communities in my time. the penguins of madagscar community on fanpop, one for the same fandom on deviantart, the agents of shield one here, then the maze runner, then star wars, then mario, then star wars again...i’d say ‘and hollow knight now’ but lets be honest, i haven’t made....many friends or even mutuals through it solely X]

i guess my point is like. all of these communities were different people. and over time, whilst i’ve generally stayed put (until i was physically the last one left, and jumped ship, like fanpop) people just. they left yknow? maybe it took a couple of months, maybe a couple of years, but they did, and its such an almost...odd thing to experience

im not saying people cant leave, not at all but it just made me think how many people i’ve known, how many i’ve been friends with, how many existed in my orbit. how many i only have pieces of. and i guess...how many people’s orbits i was in. the person i was in the past lives on through each and every one of then, and i have no idea what stuck. what’s their ‘luke’ memory, their takeway. heck, some of them wouldn't even have it by that name.

one thing im glad about in a way is like. from each of the communities that like. meant something to me, i managed to grab a few people almost. a few that also dug their heels in, a few that are still in my orbit, however close or far, but they’re there. they’re posting actively or somewhat actively and i know where to find them. and thats nice

it just makes me wonder sometimes yknow?? how many people currently in my circle, currently in my orbit, will eventually leave one day? who will stop posting, who’s icon i simply will never see again.

i do hope, with all my heart, that all the ones that i fell out of touch with are doing well

(im musing about specific people under the read more, WILL get long kjdfhnd)

from my primary/secondary school i dont have anyone exactly. the closest i have is one guy i was pretty fond of but not like. romantically. i follow his youtube and whilst i dont really watch the videos seeing his face pop up every now and again is nice. but man i do think back on those secondary school friends. funnily enough by the end whilst i liked my “official” best friends i honestly ended up more fond of others. sarah, priya, shriya, zarah, zi yu, kyle. danny, introducing me to treasure planet, hiding away with him and his friends to watch films in forgotten rooms when it was near the end of the year, then liam, of course, man..its weird he was my best friend in the first few years when i moved there, then we got put in different classes so we just didnt see eahc other much. but that fondness was always, always there. god, and jake....i wonder if he thinks back fondly to the two of us pretending to be transformers. i wonder if im still jazz to him. god, and then sophia, just, not even hanging out but having our little ‘hot buttered toast’ song. i hope thats the memory she has of me. (i haven’t even listed everyone from this part, and i couldnt! it was a 7-8 year period of my life! right during my brain developmental stages!!)

its weird i was in love with ryan for nearly three years. a lot of those memories are soured knowing one of my friends spread it around school and everyone secretly knew, (and looking back i was way out of his league like, morally lol) but still. maybe once or twice a year i’ll dream about him, and for a brief moment, im there, sitting with him in geography as he shows me magic tricks, during that period i do genuinely think he liked me too (before it wore off for him lol) and im still in love.

from college, man....ewan was like. i have a feeling he was leading me on since he had a girlfriend lmao, and was just flirting for fun bc he saw i was shy and was trying to get me to react, but it never felt like bullying yknow? i dont think he was actively trying to make fun of me. so i dont know, it was nice, it felt nice and it still kinda does.

khairun.....im so glad i still have her. i’m still a little gay for her. i remember sitting with her on the bus, riding for hours as we were on the geology trip, and she would ramble about the game of thrones video game and she’d squint so happily and her eyes would sparkle. she talks about dark souls now and i only see her messages, but i can still feel her enthusiasm. or tanisha and fatima, my other geology friends, my maze runner friends. seeing the scorch trials with fatima in the cinema. joking about newt and thomas with tanisha. sitting around the table with my actual friend group, in the big lounge chair reading the tolkien dictonary, joking about the flash with bindiya. sleeping around maddie’s house and playing would you rather.

heck, i didnt even touch on teachers!!! teachers i connected with so much on a genuine level!!! mrs chambers, mr hauge, mr wrght, miss lloyd, mr hutchinson, miss petra, mrs young! mrs mohammed, mr santa maria, mr longdon, miss langley, mrs maize, miss davies. i know with teachers, the kids must start to blur together at a point. but i just....i hope, at least. with those first two, they’ll remember me, just a bit. i keep having dreams where im in my old school, and i try to find them., i’ve found mr hague a few times. but until about a month ago, whenever i got to geography, miss chambers was never there. im glad i finally found her.

then fanpop...lexii, having the same birthday as me, talking with kait and roleyplaying as penguin ocs in high stakes situations. dating dylan fkjdngjdh, rigging the club’s presidential election. its weird, i dont have a lot of memories from this time. just....just people? people posting their ocs, people drawing ech others ocs. kaitlyn, anya, kait, dylan, lexii, imaneasel, mya, peacebaby, madascargirl, kate, starslight, imogen, tressa, sammi, crystal, cc, syliva, jasmine, hikari, amber, yellow, steff, lilly, blue, richard, monique, sharpey, hannah, icicle, ratking, cian i- god, there was so many of us. theres more, i can think of more names. there was so many

anya did what i did pretty much and went to deviantart then kinda dug her heels in and didnt leave, though i don think she’s more active on toyhouse. and yet, i still see her art there, so its nice. having her throughout the years has been nice, watching as both of our art improves. she’s always been a bit ahead of me. then cian i’ve been talknig with pretty much every day for about 6 months now, thats been nice

and then here, man! the agents of shield fandom! man! i dont remember a lot of names honestly besides the ones who stayed, and sam. i hope sam’s okay. y’all who stayed, who are still mutuals, the hm....five of us i think? though the one ofy’all i was closest to isnt around as often X[ but still. im happy y’all are here

some of y’all that have been around long enoguh will know i was best friends with kacie for a while. from....i think that was my brief stint in the dan and phil fandom. she. well. she’s okay, the last i heard of her. but my overtalking screwed that up i think. my last message from her, a few years later, was amicable at least. i still feel awful about that if i think on it too hard

i think i only picked up ronan from the maze runner, at least, that i talk to, yeah, right, there’s two others that are still about but i dont think we’ve ever held a convo X]

and u current peeps! from mario, star wars and.....im not quite sure where for some of you! i love u all! especially y’all that have been around forever, just, liking each others posts every now and again., i dont know how many people you all follow, but i follow less than a 100. i might only be a blip on your radar, but i like seeing y’all, genuinely. thank you for being in my orbit. i hope i’m a comforting or at least. nice reliable presence in yours, for as long as we all stick around.

#and i just. i could go on!!! i could!!! so many peopek from school i knew even if just a tony bit #peopel in my classes whos last names are starting to escape me but the firsts are still there!#the people who's names are all but gone #but the faces are there #i just....god #where you make friends and go through school you meet so many people #so many!!!!#and then online friends and communities just expands on that exponentially!!!#so many people!!!#so many people live inside me!!!#and im a bit in love with a franction of them! just from the memories and nostalgia!#[insert quirrel voice here] all tragedy erased...i see only wonders #well. mostly gfkjdhndhjkfhdf #luke rambles #a BIG BOY RAMBLE TODAY MAN #i just.#this was on my mind all last night when i was trying to sleep #i am a little afraid of losing close communities im in now im not gonna life #*lie #but im hoping i can keep close with people from each for the long haul #becuase like. im not leaving tumblr until this palce suhts down dkjgnkgsgd #same with discord #with deviantart

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southernbell91 · 5 years ago

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But it’s better if we do

Another song inspired fic, this one is inspired by the Song “But it’s better if we do” by Panic! at the Disco, it was also inspired by the recent scandal between @definitelydaytonwhite and @definitelybrendonurie

A huge shoutout to @spacemansam for my Brayton Gif

Pairing: Dayton White x Brendon Urie Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Semi Public sex? Word count: 1512

Brendon took a deep breath as he pushed the door open to Clay’s Burlesque club, singing in a club like this wasn’t Ideal, but in this city you didn’t take a job for granted. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone came to see the singer anyways, they came to watch the girls, he just gave them something to dance to. Nodding to Ryan behind the bar he made his way to his dressing room, if you could call it that, and got ready for his show. Donning his white button up, and black slacks Brendon slicked his hair to one side securing his gold mask on his face, one of the only perks of his required uniform, no one knew it was him.

The second the doors were open he was on stage, singing number after number, while the women danced around him, the patrons,mostly men, not paying him an ounce of attention which suited him just fine. Coming back from his first intermission of the night Brendon spotted a change in the crowd, a party of some sort near front and center, a spot he knew usually reserved for VIP’s or special events. A man,sitting in the middle of the group catching his attention instantly, he had short dark hair, and an unforgettable facial structure, his piercing blue eyes meeting brendons before looking away quickly.

Two songs later Brendons eyes drifted towards the strikingly good looking man, a hoard of women surrounding him, but that didn’t matter, the man's eyes never leaving Brendon.Feeling his face burn red he looked away, trying to focus anywhere but the group directly in front of him, feeling the man’s eyes on him still. When he managed to look back over, the man was alone, his eyes trained on Brendon, he licked his lips and gave him a small smirk making Brendon blush again.The two played this silent dance for several more songs, Brendon would look at him, he would wink or smirk, licking those damn lips of his, Brendon would flush until someone looked away then repeat.

By the time his set was over Brendon was overheated and turned on, his cock hardening with every passed look or gesture. He made his way to the bar, hoping to grab a drink to calm his nerves and cool himself off. Ryan slid him his usual, a sudden presence next to him not registering with him until he felt a hand on his leg. He jumped and turned to look at the person, a firm squeeze to his thigh warning him to stop.

“Meet me in the Men’s room in 3 minutes” the smooth voice spoke.

Brendon bit his lip to stifle the groan he so badly wanted to let out, the man disappearing into the crowd as quickly as he arrived. Finishing his drink he turned to leave, a hand on his stopping him, Ryan the bartender looking at him softly. “Be careful man, he’s famous.”

“I’m sorry, what? I-I don’t know what you’re going on about.” Ryan gave him a look, “Just be careful, he’s a Racecar driver or something, his buddies booked the VIP section for his birthday. His name’s Dayton something, just-just be careful Brendon.”

Nodding Brendon got up, making his way to the mens room, nerves filling him every step of the way, his thoughts nearly getting the best of him. What if the guy was disappointed in him? What if this was a prank? Shaking his head he closed his hand around the door handle, pushing his way gently into the apparently empty restroom. Walking in his heart dropped, the sound of the door locking behind him sent him turning on his heels, coming face to face with the stranger. His eyes even bluer up close.

“I was afraid you weren’t coming.” Dayton said, slowly closing the space between him and brendon, brendon instinctively backing up until he felt the bathroom counter his his back.

“Sorry, I uh-I got stopped on my way here.” Brendon stuttered out, his nerves getting the best of him, not finding himself able to take his eyes away from the man.

“Is that so? Well, you’re here now thats all that matters.” Closing the gap between them, he ran his thumb over brendons lips. “I have been wanting to taste these lips, all night.”

Wrapping his hand around the back of Brendons head Dayton pulled him in for a kiss, their lips barely touching before brendon found his nerve and pushed deeper, his tongue flicking out to dance across Daytons lips both parting snaking their tongues together in a dance for dominance, one Brendon gladly let dayton win, moaning when he felt his hand slide down to the front of brendons pants grabbing his now fully hard cock through his pants.

Breaking the kiss Dayton smirked, “Glad to see I’m not the only one excited here.” Leaning in he began to pepper kisses along brendons jaw and down his neck, his hands working quickly to remove brendons pants stroking his hard cock a few times smirking into his neck when Brendon moaned, unable to do much else simply trying to focus on all the sensations happening to him at once.

Brendon wasn’t sure when Dayton removed his own pants, his eyes growing when he saw him stroking his own impressive length. “Like what you see Rock star?” Brendon nodded, moving to go to his knees dying to taste Dayton, stopping when dayton put a hand on his arm, “As much as I would love to have those lips wrapped around me, we don’t have the time tonight. This next parts gonna be quick and rough, you sure your ok?”

Brendon nodded, pretty sure at this point the man could tell him to do just about anything and he would agree. “Excellent, turn around for me, hands on the counter.” Brendon did just that, turning to face the mirror watching dayton pull Lube out of his pocket, jumping slightly when he felt it dribble onto his waiting hole. Brendon groaned when he felt the first finger push in, knowing this was going to be quick, neither man wanting to waste time on prep, he winced when he felt a second finger enter, scissoring him open.

“Damn your tight, when’s the last time you got fucked properly?”

Brendon chuckled, “Yeah, it’s been a while.Way too long if you ask me”

Dayton nodded, watching Brendons face turn from pain to pleasure, then back to pain as he forced a third finger in, his own eyes blown out and dark at the sight before him. Once Dayton figured brendon was ready he lubed himself up, lining up behind brendon pushing just the tip into him. “Watch me” Dayton commanded, his eyes meeting Brendons in the mirror as he slowly began to inch in, Brendon struggling to keep eye contact, losing himself in the mixture of pleasure and pain. Dayton hissed, as he sunk in, Brendon tighter than he realized, biting his own lip to contain his moan when his hips met Brendons ass flush, himself full seated inside the man. “You better hold on to the counter Rock Star, I don’t do things slow. It’s not in my nature.”

Dayton smirked, not giving Brendon the time to respond before he pulled out and slammed back in, a noiseless scream rippling from Brendon, grabbing the counter and closing his eyes, doing everything in his power not to draw attention to them. His speed increased with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin and Brendons light mewls and whimpers and Daytons grunts the only sounds echoing throughout the room.

He must have felt himself getting close because Dayton reached around Brendon, grabbing his leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, Brendons moans growing louder, Daytons shift in movements making him hit his prostate with nearly every thrust. A quiet scream burst from Brendon as his cock twitched in Daytons hand, cum spurting all over the counter in front of him, Brendon clamping down on Dayton with his orgasm. Letting go of brendons now spent cock, Dayton put his hands on brendons hips sloppily thrusting faster, growling as he too came, filling brendons ass slowing to a stop, the sound of their heavy breathing deafening in the silent room.

Catching his breath Dayton helped clean Brendon up, both men righting themselves and putting their clothes back on, brendons cheeks still eight shades of red.

“Now, that is one hell of a way to celebrate a birthday.” Dayton smirked at Brendon. Amused that he managed to blush a brighter shade of red.

“Glad to know I could help make it memorable.” Brendon smiled shyly at him.

Heading to the bathroom door Dayton turned, “That you did Brendon.”

“You’re Wel-Hey! How do you know my name?” Brendon asked alarmed. Shrugging as he walked out the door, Dayton smirked. “I’m Dayton White, I know everything. Until next time Rockstar.” he winked and with that he was gone, leaving a stunned Brendon alone in the bathroom, smiling to himself brendon laughed. “Well Damn” Tag List: @lancetuckersmustache @captainsbestgirl @stuck-y-together @buckmesideways22 @eurynome827 @book-dragon-13 @marvelous-meggi @spacemansam @cametobuyplums @loricameback @collinsstanharbour @marvelgirl7

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stories-mostly · 6 years ago

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Starks Bug

Tony Stark x Son! Reader

This ones a bit short, sorry.

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Chapter 3

You were now two years old. And you were starting to create a bit of a mess around the house. Tony has recently been busy with a project so you spend most of your time downstairs in the lab with him. The small kitchen like part of the lab was now fenced in to keep you away from potentially dangerous things. Dum-E was also fenced in with you to keep you company.

Currently you were entertaining yourself with a recorder, it had a story cassette inside which wasn't playing since you used the microphone as you attempted sing along with ACDC. Which was played on a much lower volume than if you weren't in the lab.

Your dad was nodding his head along too.

You were having the time of your life performing Back in Black with lyrics that consisted of mumbling and dance moves that were basically just jumps.

Tony chuckled when he saw that. He was close to finishing the prototype he worked on, he already had a plan on what to do for the rest of the day.

And just as he put the last part into place his plan arrived.

"Uncle Rhodey!!!" you screamed as said man walked into the lab. You walked over and made grabby hands at him. He picked you up with one swift motion and began to tickle you.

"How's my favourite Stark? Still a little brat?" you screamed with laughter as he continued to tickle you before walking over to Tony.

"Are you two ready to go somewhere with me?" Rhodey asked as he hugged Tony.

"Mmmmh I don't know, I'm a bit busy at the moment... What do you think, Bug? You think we can go with him?"

"YES!" you shouted and threw your little fist up.

"Alright but only cause you said so, Bug. Go upstairs, get dressed with Uncle Rhodey I just have to clean some things up down here. See you in a minute."

Rhodey walked with you on his hip out of the lab and to your room to get you dressed for your adventure.

"Where do you think we're going?" He asked as he sat you down to rummage through your closet.

"... Park?"

"Close but not right. Try again."

"Woods?"

"No."

"Playground!?"

"There is a playground nearby but that's not where we're going."

"I don know." You said in your cute pouty 'pwease get me what I want. I'm just a helpless little baby'-voice

"Well I guess you'll just have to wait and see. Which one do you like better this one or this one?" Rhodey said and asked about the two sweaters he was holding.

One was a green one without anything on it and the other was your Mickey mouse sweater so obviously you had to go with that one. He wasn't even slightly fazed by your cutesy tone.

"Mickey!"

"The rodent it is!"

Rhodey put the entire outfit on your bed and helped you change into it.

"Okay now, who do you like better? Uncle Rhodey or Daddy?"

"Daddy and uncle Rhodey!"

"Oh? It's a tie? Don't tell daddy but I like you better than him."

He was finished with dressing you and picked you up again. You could walk just fine but he liked to carry you and you liked to be carried.

"Daddy come quick!" You shouted as Rhodey walked into the lab.

Rhodey put you down so you could run over to your dad.

"Look! Is Micky!"

"Woah that's so cool! Are you ready to go out with Daddy and Uncle Rhodey?"

"Yes Yes Yes! Let's gooooo!"

They put you into your car seat and got into the car themselves. Tony had already put everything you needed into the trunk.

On the ride to your destination you were once again performing your little heart out this time in the confinement of your car seat.

After a handful of songs you pulled up at your destination.

"So last guess, where are we?" Rhodey asked. You looked out the window but didn't see anything that gave little young you any clue as to where you were.

You shrugged.

"Then you'll have to wait until we're inside." Tony sing songed and both of them got out of the car.

You were released from your seat and put on your coat before climbing out of the car. Your dad was getting the stroller and a bag out of the trunk.

"Okay, one thing before we go. You have to stay close, no running off. No screaming, and you politely ask for something you want. Understood?" Tony was serious while he would love to spoil you rotten he didn't want to turn you in one of those unbearable brats.

You nodded and held onto the stroller while following Rhodey.

As you finally left the car park you rounded the corner and were struck with the realization on where you are.

"THE ZOO!" You screeched and jumped up and down. You had heard about zoos in the stories that were read to you. And Tony had given you a picture book full of pictures of actual zoos. This was one of them.

"Exactly! What do you wanna see inside?" Rhodey asked cheerfully.

" arks!"

"Sharks, Sh-arks. They're cool right?"

And with that your first adventure began. Once inside you were quieter, Rhodey had said how animals don't like screaming so you were nice and quiet.

You walked around and looked at all the different animals going about their day. Flamingos were one of your favorites.

"What color are they (y/n)?"

"Red!"

"No, they're pink!"

"Pink!"

"Yes, you're so smart!"

You answered a lot of questions that day from colors to noises to what that animal actually is. You really couldn't figure out what the hell a king penguin was. Up until then you had no concept of size variations within a species. You really thought all penguins were small and cuddly. But they aren't. These penguins were your size. Maybe even bigger. It was sort of a scary experience.

Last stop was the aquarium. You walked past the different tanks mimicking some fish and laughing at others.

"Look, that looks like nemo! Remember when we watched that movie?" Tony pointed out. You were lifted by Rhodey to get a better view. And there he was. A clownfish! A real life Nemo!

"Why Nemo here? Nemos not in ocean?" You asked as you intensely stared at the fish.

"Thats not actually Nemo. That's uhm, Max his uncle. He likes it here better than in the ocean so he moved here with his girlfriend." Rhodey explained. "Nemo and his friends are still in the ocean don't worry."

You nodded it made sense to you that it was his uncle that lived here.

You moved on.

"Dad Dad look look! Shhharks!" you said trying to pronounce it right.

"Wow they're soooo big! How long do you think they are?"

"This long!" you said spreading out your small arms as far as possible.

"Look! That Magic!" You said pointing to the stingray in the same tank and holding your stuffed one you named Magic against the glass.

"Wow no way!" Rhodey said. You were smiling very brightly and didn't notice the clicks of your fathers camera going off behind you as you stared at the sharks and stingrays swimming past.

At the end of your trip you were all tuckered out only the trip to the gift shop woke you up for a short time again.

"You can have one thing." Tony said and send you off. You decided to make this one count and tried to lift a giant shark plushie that was conveniently placed at your level.

"This one this one this one Dada!"

"Okay but that's the only thing you're getting." He said picking it up and going to pay for it. At that moment you heard a child that was about you age cry. Having been told what you were you went over to her and told her.

"Shhhh. You cannot be loud in zoo!" You said and gave her a hug. In her hands she was holding a relatively life sized stuffed lion cub.

"You want that?" You asked her after letting her out of the hug.

She nodded.

"Did you ask nice?" She nodded again. Meanwhile her parents were beside the two of you looking at you sadly.

"(y/n)! Good god there you are! Tony he's here. (y/n) you can't just walk away without telling us!" Rhodey suddenly grabbed you interrupting your train of thought.

"Jeez bug you almost gave me a heart attack. Mind telling why you ran off?"

"She is sad. I'm helping." You explained yourself in an insistent tone.

Both of the girls parents were suddenly frozen.

The parents stammered to explain that they couldn't afford what she wanted after promising her to get her a stuffed lion. They could barely afford the trip to the zoo altogether.

"Well it's rude to break a promise right?" you nodded at your father's statement. "Let me pay for it. How much is it?"

"Yes! My daddy can buy it!"

Both parents tried to refuse but your dad insisted and even asked if she was sure she wanted this one and not another one. But she was sure and the 25 dollar lion was paid for.

You waved at her while walking away she had the biggest smile on her face.

"You know what (y/n)? You're a really nice kid. I bet you'll grow into a good man." Rhodey praised as you crawled into your car seat close to falling asleep. Rhodey took your coat off and handed you your shark before strapping you in and closing the door.

On the drive back the music was quiet as you fell asleep in the back. Probably dreaming about all the different animals you saw today.

At home you were brought to your bed that you only used for naps as you slept in Tony's at night.

Rhodes and Tony skipped through the pictures on the camera. Your first time at the zoo was a success. And now you had a shark and a bunch of pictures to remember that day as you will forget it once you're older.

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pwnyta · 6 years ago

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Full Endgame spoilers/review:

(TL;DR: It was really fucking good. Theres some bad obviously but overall worth it. Even after reading the spoilers and feeling like I may not like it as much as I thought I would... I actually liked it more.)

- - So as I said I loved the movie I had some gripes but overall I thought it was one hell of a fun, entertaining movie. I'll go by each characters story in my review saving Cap and Tony for last.

Natasha- Honestly? Though I think the MCU dropped the ball on the 0G6 being a believable family... I think Nats role in this movie was sweet. I really like the scene where Tony Nat and Bruce were laying down talking about Strange and the stones. It was really cute but it really made me wish we got to see this earlier. Joss dropped the ball hard in AoU. Ive said it one and I'll say it again. AoU should have been the movie where the Avengers were a solid unit throughout the movie.Nats death was... heroic but honestly her and Clint beating the shit out of each other because neither could stand the thought of the other being sacrificed was kinda funny and cute which is jarring to the story. It kinda sucks that she was fridged before the final battle though.

Clint- What are the fucking odds that every one of his family was dusted? But w/e. Clint having a wild sword battle in Japan... it was ridiculous and weird and IDK what they were thinking with that scene but it was played really dramatically but I laughed? Cuz it was so over the top and silly... even though he just slit that guys throat and Nats like :c Clint~ honey no its fine... and they hold hands over the guys warm corpse. LMFAO WHAT!? Im at least happy his kids got him back if nothing else.

Bruce- ... Bruce with Hulks big green body? NICE. Thats gonna have some interesting fanart I can already tell and I lift my glass to you. I once tried to draw a little comic where Bruce and Hulk separated but also had swapped bodies.... so Bruce had Hulks body but I never did finish it I wonder if I still have it saved somewhere. Anyways. Honestly? I found Bruce in this movie to be equal parts funny and annoying? Like it was a bit jarring sometimes that he was so lighthearted despite everything.

Thor- When I read the spoilers I thought I was gonna really dislike Thor but watching it I understood where Thor was coming from and I couldnt really blame him for spiraling and its not like anyone close to him seemed to even check up on him despite clearly knowing where he was. Im really sad that it took all those years and only until he was needed for someone to try and talk Thor through what he was going through. Im not annoyed with Thor. Im annoyed with the rest of them (minus Tony and I guess Clint? Considering.). Bruce was his friend in Ragnarok, Nat keeps talking about them being family, and Steve is their leader where the hell were they? Unless im missing something... I guess Valkyrie too but shes been picking up his slack as a leader and was holding the Asgardians together so I can cut her some slack. ANYWAYS. Thor was kinda funny in the movie but it was kind of hard to enjoy his goofiness. It kind felt like Tony in IM2. Speaking of Im glad Tony seemed really tolerant of Thors drunk behavior... I was sure he would throw a lot of shots like Rocket did. I wish they had a moment to talk about Thor self medicating with booze... Tonys been there. I get why they couldnt really but.. His scene with Frigga was really nice. Frigga is a bad bitch raised by witches and shit.... she knows all~ A wise woman that Frigga.

Scott- HOLY SHIT Did I love Scott in this movie. He was soo funny and cute... and bullied a lot. You know I have a thing for easily bulliable character. And Scott just got spanked left and right. His helpless goofiness reminded me of Harry from KKBB a little. He bounced off everyone well and it makes me kinda wish he was one of the OG6 instead of Clint. He was more of the heart that kept the Avengers together than anyone. Also him and Tony talking about Caps ass? HILARIOUS. Bisexual icons honestly. 'That suit did nothing for your ass.' 'No one asked you to look!' 'I think you look great Cap as far as Im concerned thats Americas ass!' and then later Caps all 'That IS Americas ass.' Unbelievable. But his best scene is still him reuniting with Cassie. She was so big! Im so happy she got her dad back... but Bruces failed time travel machine scene.... that was a close second. 'Somebody peed my pants... idk if it was baby me or old me........ or me me.' Also the 'whats up regular sized man' scene is longer and more hilarious than the preview showed. FUCK YOUR TACO SCOTT. At least Bruce is nice to him. I ship GreenAnt a little. Rocket petting Scott and mockingly calling him a puppy. SAME.

Rhodey- JESUS RHODEY. Speaking of hilarious idiots. Im glad he got a bigger roll in this movie but he didnt hug Tony when he got back so whats the point? BUT W/E... He was hilarious and amazing. It was nice to see him step up as one of the sorta leaders after the snappening. But he was also A HUGE FUCKING DORK THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH. Thinking that a secret cavern with a spooky name would be boobytrapped like in Indiana Jones and trying to convince Nebula to be careful. Naming a bunch of shitty time travel movies to prove a point about time travel (with Scotts help) and going back in time to kill baby Thanos...and Bruce was like 'yeah... no...' and him fucking TRASHING the magic of the iconic opening scene of the first GotG where Quill is dancing.... 'so hes an idiot?' RHODEY PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE have mercy. Him and Nebula are a trip. Also I made a note to mention Don Cheadles BEAUTIFUL soft voice. So here it is. I love Don Cheadles beautiful soft voice. He had too few scenes with Tony but their first scene when Tony starts freaking out and hes trying to get Tony to calm down was pretty good... and god that ending.... ;-; How come Rhodey got NO lines while Tony was dying? But also in the same position I dont think Id have any words either. I too would just cry. And did... for Tony. But yeah besides his lack of scenes with Tony I really loved Rhodeys scenes. I usually do. Hes adorable.

Nebula: Sweetie... You are just amazing. Shes legit one of the best most solid characters in the movie. The opening scenes between her and Tony? FUCKING adorable. Im sad we dont see more of them after the time skip. I also wish we got a longer scene of Neb and Rocket talking when she gets to earth... I guess just seeing them sit together sadly was enough to portray the emotions but.... I MEAN. More Nebula wouldnt hurt anyone. Having to see two tortured versions of Nebula was upsetting. Future Nebula who lost so much and past Nebula still under Thanos' thumb. 'You can change!' 'He wont let me' OOF. Im sad that past Nebula was killed... but appreciate that even in that moment past Gamora was upset to see her be killed. Im glad with Present Neb, Gamora was so easily heel-face turned. She loves her sister. Also their moment after past Gamora beats up present Quill was hilarious 'Really? This is the guy?' 'The choices were him or a tree.' WHAT ABOUT DRAX, NEBULA?! I know I said I may not watch any MCU movies after this but I might tune in for GotG3 for Nebula (and Thor).

Steve: I actually ENJOYED Steve in this movie for the most part. For the first time in any movie... even by himself I kind of enjoyed Steve. Especially the scene when hes fighting himself and his past self says 'I can do this all day' and hes like 'Tst... yeah I know... okay' Like he was sick of his own damn bullshit. And frankly? Same. Also him whispering 'Hail hydra' to get the scepter? Hilarious. I cant help but see it as a knock at that shitty Hydra Cap comic that everyone hated. But despite me enjoying Steve for most of the film... the MCUs inability to write a good romance and pretending like Steve and Peggys relationship was a peak or something completely undoes it all. It would still NOT BE GREAT regardless but the fact the RUSSOS are the ones who brought Sharon into TWS in the first place makes it SO MUCH WORSE that Steve dipped out. Steve should have moved on... even if it wasnt with Sharon. They could have at least MENTIONED HER but they knew they couldnt because then it would be too highlighted that Steve is a fucking FUCK BOY who used the niece of the woman he loved as a surrogate and that him going back to the past means hes gonna be meeting little Sharon at some point. Also? Really? Steve you have this whole new family you supposedly love and can live your life with but you rather go back in the past because the first woman who was nice to you was there? Move on. Its so fucking weird that hes so obsessed with her. You have your childhood friend and the rest of your new friends... and supposedly a girlfriend. IDK how anyone could be happy with that ending for him. But I guess its in character... remember the note he sent Tony 'I've been on my own since I was 18.' What about Bucky? He was there with you and you had family in the Avengers supposedly. Natasha seemed to think so. YOURE SUCH A FUCKIN SCUMBAG STEVE. Jesus.

Tony: First of all Id just LOVED his scenes with Nebula as I said. He sat there patiently teaching how to play paper football and held her win. It was REALLY cute. When he passed out she picked him up off the floor and sat him down on the chair and pat him. REAL CUTE. He nicknamed her 'The Blue Meanie' its cute and he tried to give her the last of their food but she insisted he eat it. Bobbos eyes never looked more gorgeous than in that scene where Carol finds them honestly. Tonys I told you so was really really sad. It had a lot of feeling like that scene in AoU when he laughs hysterically and starts ranting? Rhodey tried to calm him down but he just ripped into Cap. Also he yanked off his arc reactor and I FULLY JUMPED IN PANIC because I forgot it wasnt in him. I fully flinched. But he pulled his heart out and gave it to Steve and then passed out. Tony and Peppers daughter is ADORABLE. And her interactions with Tony are so sweet. Domestic Tony is lovely. I love that when Steve and the gang roll up on him Morgan runs out during their discussion and is like 'Mom told me to come and save you....' and hes like 'Well Ive been saved!' REAL CUTE. Also he swore and his daughter copied him and hes like NOOOOO!!!!!!! LMAO. LANGUAGE Tony. Tony is motivated to fix things seeing that pic of him and Peter. Hes such a softie. IM REALLY REALLY SAD that we finally see Pepper kinda GET Tonys need to be Iron Man and is like 'But could you rest?'. The one time she encourages him to go back to be Iron Man and he fucking DIES. Im so sad for Pepper. But that scene between them where shes like 'We'll be ok.... you can rest now.' FUCK. Im crying again. That scene between him and Steve- 'Someone shoula warned you~' 'You did...' 'Oh did I? Thank god Im here' has the same energy as 'Who taught you how to dance?' 'You did.' 'Well Ive done a marvelous job!' It was pretty great. Tonys nicknames for Scott are 'Pissant' and 'Thumbelina.' Im not OVERLY fond of his scenes with Howard. But honestly? My brother is the same way with our dad... he just chooses to forget the bad stuff and focus on the few good times. I cant do that but if it made Tony happier then VERY WELL. I wish Tony coulda talked to Jarvis too tho... just a word... anything? Best Tony scene is Peter babbling about how he musta passed out because Tony was gone and and and and Tony just hugs him so tightly and Peters hugs back and is like :D 'this is nice'! Though that STARK contrast of them after Tony uses the gauntlet... and Peter is like 'Mr Stark... we won... we did it... no Mr Stark...' Big Simba and Mufasa feels (and kind of Hughes and Elicia tbh). Not cool Disney. I was already crying. Rhodey was the first to reach Tony and Tony couldnt say ANYTHING to anyone and Rhodey just pets his cheek... Tony was just looking around as his family just has to watch helplessly as hes dying and Pepper tells him its ok. His funeral was really nice. He recorded a message for everyone kind of like his message for Pepper on the ship. Everyone was there... I think even Harley (Im really sad we didnt see them get reunited even once). The scene with Happy and Morgan was really sweet. 'I'll buy all the cheeseburgers you want....' It was cool to because... ya know.... Jon Favreau. He got a really beautiful end. I wish he could just retire and live with Pep and Morgan... but if he had to die... that was a really lovely sendoff. SO ALL IN ALL. Awesome movie. I didnt get to see past elderly Steve passing the shield off to Sam... I'll have to rewatch it again when theres a better version. Especially for that fucking STUNNING end battle. Even with the shitty cam I watched it looked AMAZING and I cant wait for it in HD.

#Endgame Spoilers

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tmnthpdisneyjurassicpark-blog · 6 years ago

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The Turtles: "I am now."

Warning: Swearing

Leo: You were both in the dojo. You have been really stressed lately and he thought a nice work out would help to give you an escape. You have been training with the turtles for several months and could hold up your own. Fighting in hand to hand combat you were able to get a couple of good hits on Leo. Seeing your body move, listening to your little taunts and training with you allowed Leo to sense your every attack. Then out of the blue he froze. He noticed the sweat on your neck, trailing down your shoulders and if your were somewhat glowing in the dim light. Your hair, usually a mess, was pulled back and into a sharp ponytail. And your eyes......he could stare at your eyes all day if you allowed him to. He felt he could drown in them, like they were a window to your very soul. He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't see you slip behind him and trip him. Falling back with a surprised shout, you were shocked. You never expected the move to actually work. Leaning over him, you stared at his upside down face. "Leo, are you okay?" He gave a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I am now."

Don: Don was always working away in his lab. With a mind like his, he could never truly sit still. He was constantly fidgeting and moving and creating. He was often so lost in his own thoughts he ignored the world around him. And yet, he would always perk up around you. It was as if you broke him out of his trance every single time. So when you went into the lab and you saw him slouched over, eyes closed and his face on the keyboard, you couldnt help but smile. You went over to his side carefully, and saved his unfinished work before he would lose his data. He had been working extra hard to find a device that would fry Bishops databases, keeping them off the grid for good. But he was over working himself again, pushing himself past the limits of exhaustion. You wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't slept since the last time you visited the lair-five days ago. You had grabbed a blanket to place around him when suddenly he shot straight up and toppled out of the chair. "Don are you alright?" You said as kneeled by his side. You didn't like the fear in his eyes, the expression of pure terror of his rather quiet nightmare. You gently place your hand on his shoulder. His eyes snap up at you and you can practically see the relief washing through them. Those gentle eyes gave him a sense of security, those lips, usually smiling, were turned down with concern and that hand, comforting him without any fear of their difference. Not thinking twice, he pulled you towards him and laid down on the floor in a desperate hug. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering comforting words while stroking his cheek. His eyes never left yours. Once his breathing calmed and he grip wasn't as tight, you placed your forehead against his and whispered to him. "You feeling any better?" He couldn't help the small smile on his face "I am now."

Raph: She wasn't supposed to be here! How could she be so stupid? She saw him and Casey be surrounded by purple dragons with no back up. Now she was here, thick in the fight, protecting the unconscious Casey as much as possible while keeping an eye on Raph. She had blocked several of the attacks directed at him, and had given a few critical hits that left the enemies quickly dropping. Raph was so into the fight against the five guys around him that he didn't sense the one who slipped behind him, with the glistening dagger. You jumped into action, as you took down the last of your enemies and ran, ran towards Raph and shoved him out of the way. He connected with the ground hard. You screamed in pain as the knife cut at your arm. Raph jumped to his feet roaring in anger. "YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" He fought against the last of the dragons, using his sais to take them down permanently. You began to feel light headed as you looked down your arm. You tried to apply pressure to wound but you were losing too much blood. The last thing you remember before blacking out was the arrival of the other brothers and Raph's voice, calling your name. When you woke up next, you were back at the liar. Specifically, you were back on the cot in the lab. Sitting on the bed beside you was a very annoyed and scared Raph. His eyes met yours and his face relaxed to one of relief for a split second. His hand held yours as the other one brushed your hair out of your eyes. His voice came out as a low growl "Ya alright?" You gave him a small smile. "I'm okay don't worry." He tensed, anger flaring inside him once more. "Don't worry? DON'T WORRY! YA PASSED OUT IN AN ALLEY TRYNNA PROTECT ME FROM PURPLE DRAGONS! YA LOST SO MUCH BLOOD DON SAID YA WOULDN'T MAKE THE NIGHT! AND NOW YA TELLIN ME NOT TA WORRY!" He was furious, he had been pacing the room back and forth and giving you glares. You felt your own anger rise at his words. "I was trying to protect you!" You countered, rising to a sitting position. He whirled on you. "THATS THE DAMN PROBLEM! GOD, HOW COULD YA BE SO STUPID?! DON'T YOU SEE IT? I'M A FREAK! IF I DIE, NO ONE WILL GIVE A SHIT-" "I WOULD GIVE A SHIT!" You screamed so loud you cut off his rant mid way. You had tears in your eyes. "I care about you Raph! I know you feel like a monster but you're not! You're a good person and I can't imagine my life without you, can't you see that?! You have a family who loves you, friends who care about you and me......if something happened to you I don't think I'd ever recover. I'd rather die today and know you live another day than risk you getting hurt!" You were on shaking feet and at some point the tears had began to fall down your cheeks. But that barely mattered as he lifted you in his big arms and held you against him, his lips firmly against yours. When you finally pulled away, you gave him a look. "Realizing what an idiot you are?" He smirked. "I am now."

Mikey: You two were just on the couch, having some fun playing some video games when you had enough of him winning. You decided to steal his black wireless remote right out of his hand. "Hey!" He called out. "Give it back!" You gave him a mischievous smile. "Make me." Those words were dangerous as he began to chase you around the liar. Being a ninja he easily caught you and placed you on the couch, where he began ticking you mercilessly. "Ah! Mike! Stop!" You called out giggling as you tried to tickle you back. He suddenly froze. Seeing you like this, your hair a mess, the biggest smile on your face and your chest rising and falling with your laughter, it made his heart soar. He didn't think he ever saw anything so beautiful in his life. "Oh my God you're perfect." You blinked up at him before you smiled at his words. It took him a moment to realize his mistake as he got off you. "Mike wait!" You called to him before he could take off. He hesitated. You grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek. "You're pretty amazing too." He blushed a deep red and you couldn't help but tease him. "Aw are you embarrassed?" He shook his head "Well, I am now."

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post-itpenny · 5 years ago

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@grotesquegabby Alex and Peregrine being Alex and Peregrine on a visit to see Magpie. I had way too much fun writing these two, Hope I got Alex’s reactions right uwu.

Alexander popped into the reality that was Adeline’s pocket dimension. He was on his way to visit Magpie again. Something that he had continued doing ever since the first visit with Maggie.

Today he had a battery powered CD player tucked under his arm, Magpie wasn’t the best at communicating but she clearly was still having trouble with her memory, besides she had been very much out of the cultural loop before. He had given a couple of choice CDs for Fanny to hold and today he planned to start educating his friend.

Alex was musing over if he should let her listen to Journey, Nirvana, or Whitney Houston first before stopping in his tracks.

There was someone else standing before Adeline’s cottage.

And damn if the white hair wasn’t a giveaway.

Magpie has mentioned her brother on only rare occasions but the message was clear on their relationship.

From her place around Alex’s waist Fanny gave a deep growl. Alex’s smile dropped just a fraction. So big brother finally came to visit huh?

Peregrine turned, surprised that another person would be he and frowned at the sight of Alex. Vespers had mentioned his Aunt’s friendship with the chaotic clown, something Peregrine knew could only promise disaster.

Alex grinned, “hey there old man how’s it hangin? Name’s Alex.”

Peregrine’s frown deepened, Vespers wasn’t kidding about the 90’s thing. “Peregrine, and I’m here to visit my sister. I do believe Adeline had prohibited most visitors however.”

“Ah well, Granny and I go way back, it’s all good. Besides, gotta check in on homegirl. Surprised you didn’t do so sooner. Being your baby sister and all.”

Peregrine sneered at the comment and knocked on Adeline’s door. “Well we all can’t be so popular as to have acquaintanceship with elders… or is it more that you’ve just the kind of person that gets under everyone’s skin?”

Alex gave his sweetest smile, “naw man she’s real chill. Not salty like the ocean or some people you know what I mean?”

There were tiny salt shakers on Alex’s sunglasses. Peregrine growled but before he could say anything the door opened to reveal Adeline.

Who had sliced peaches in her hair.

“Oh good you must be the brother, I see you got my message then.”

Peregrine gave a deep bow, Madam Adeline, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Adeline chuckled and ushered Peregrine in before turning to Alex. “Hello Alexander, not sneaking in this time I see.”

Alex chuckled. “Well now no need to be trippin Granny. How did you know anyways?”

Adeline smirked, “You’re not the quietest when sneaking in through a window Alex dear.”

“With a jacket that loud he’s hard to miss,” Peregrine mumbled under his breath.

If Adeline heard she did not comment, Alex on the other hand had a grin that grew even wider.

“So she’s been making it rain fruit in the house.”

Both Peregrine and Alex stumbled to a hail tat Adeline’s statement. Alex laughing and Peregrine with his head in a hand.

“May I ask why?” Peregrine asked with a sigh.

Adeline gave a tired smile, “it’s been the past two times I fed the animals.” She answered with a sweep of her arms at the variety of creatures that scurried and flew about the place. “I always keep carnivores separate for obvious reasons. Most of these are vegetarian or insectivores.”

Peregrine sighed again, “she’s trying to be… helpful.”

Adeline chuckled at the answer, Peregrine frowned in embarrassment.

As they walked through the halls of the Elders home Peregrine noticed more and more of Magpie’s influence. Flowers like thistles and bluebells growing out of the floor boards. Strange blotches of color on the walls. Peregrine continued to apologize over and over on his sister’s behalf and over and over Adeline waved him off.

“She’s recovering dear and struggling to express her thoughts and feelings. If this helps then at least the biggest worry is peach juice in my hair.”

Alex smirked the whole time, all Peregrine seemed to care about was that his sister didn’t make a mess. How was that huh?

Alex made a point to stroll through Magpie’s door first. She was clearly happy to see him and once again did not mind when Fanny tried to swallow her face. The creature giving her a lick on the cheek before making its way to the bed and forcing itself under Magpie’s limp hand.

“Hey, hey Chica how's it hanging?” Alex greeted with a smile.

Maggie smiled back, she had been working very hard to be able to do so. Only… the smile left when she saw Peregrine in the doorway.

Alex watched the two. Peregrine was clearly a mixture of guilt and relief at seeing his sister but Magpie was much harder to read. A strange combination of too many emotions at once flickering through her eyes and a mouth caught between a smile and a frown. It was almost ironic but it seemed she had full memory of her brother.

“Hello Magpie,” Peregrine quietly greeted.

Magpie’s eyes flicked away, she seemed as if bracing herself for something.

Peregrine entered the room slowly but then stopped, realizing he was to get no response from her.

“She can’t speak,” Adeline said from the doorway. I’m working as quickly as I can with her before muscle apathy becomes too much of an issue but her movement is limited. She still seems to get locked up sometimes but she is becoming quite expressive. She does tend to “lock-up” however so I try to keeper relatively calm” Adeline’s eyes flicked back and forth between the siblings. “I’ll… give you some time to visit.”

Her eyes then landed on Alexander for only a moment, and it occurred to him perhaps she was placing trust to not let things get too out of hand.

Once again, Alex’s smile dropped just a fraction.

Peregrine stood in front of his sisters bed and said nothing, Magpie watched him completely unable to say anything.

Alexander- quickly decided he was over this.

“Heya Pie I brought some tunes!” Alex announced as he sat the cd player on the bed. “Come on Fanny spit them out.”

The fanny pack creature compiled by opening its mouth wide and spitting out several cds.

Magpie appeared surprised but also fascinated with Fanny’s trick, Peregrine was clearly disgusted.

It was actually really entertaining to introduce Magpie to different bands and music artists. Some she very clearly did not like, others however Alex watched as she tried to bob her head along.

Alex grinned as he changed cds. “Anyways, here’s Wonderwall.”

Peregrine groaned.

Alex whipped his head around, the white-haired clown had stepped back at some point. Begrudgingly observing his sister’s so-called “music lesson.”

Alex smirked, “let me guess. Not a fan of the classics bro?”

Peregrine sneered, “I’m not your “bro,” and none of what you’re playing is a “classic.”

“Chill now homeslice.” Alex chuckled. “Sorry my music is not your vibe.”

Peregrine pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, clearly trying not to lose his temper. “Could you please just speak like a normal person?”

“Says a guy with that accent.”

“I live in Scotland!”

“Relax dude, I’m just saying you sound like some reject Scrooge McDuck.”

“Ah leas I don like sound some blethering radge with is heid full o’ mince!”

Peregrine slapped a hand over his mouth. Alex busted out laughing. Magpie watched the two going back and forth with a worried- yet helpless expression.

Outside thunder boomed.

Alex looked out the window, Peregrine to his sister. “Magpie please calm down.”

Alex whipped around, “dude let her be.”

Peregrine sighed, “if you really were her friend you would know she’s causing the weather.”

Alex smiled, “oh yeah man I get its her but no need to wig out on Pie.”

“I’m not.. Whatever the hell you just said.”

Outside it began to pour, heavy sheets of rain came down so thick you couldn’t see. The garden outside Magpie’s window quickly turning to a mud pit.

Peregrine reached out to shake his sister’s shoulder. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, mouth in a deep frown. She did not respond to him.

Peregrine called out to Magpie with no response. When Alex tried it was the same result.

Adeline came barging in she took one look and grabbed both men by their collars, tossing them out of the room. “What did I say about making her lock up? Go wait in the kitchen both of you.”

Peregrine and Alex were sent to the kitchen. The two sitting across from each other at the table. Alex with his usual smile and Peregrine looking as if he was ready to burst at the seams.

Outside it was still pouring rain.

“This is your fault,” Peregrine hissed. Why are you even here?”

Alex sat back, propping his feet on the table. “I’m just visiting my friend old man. Cause you know, that’s what friends do. Thats what family does. If it were my baby sister Bella then none of this would have happen you know what I’m sayin?”

Peregrine narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

Alex’s grin widened. “I’m just sayin no way I’d let some creep near my baby sis. No way I’d let her get hurt and I’d go after anyone that tried. I would certainly be visiting every day if she was hurt. But you know... To each his own fam I guess.”

Peregrine gave a very thin smile. “That’s right, so why can’t you mind your own business?”

“Or both of you stop acting like petty children?”

They two looked towards the door where Adeline stood with her arms crossed. “I just got her to unfreeze and it seems here I walk in and find the problem.”

Peregrine looked away in embarrassment, Alex giggled.

“You,” Adeline said with a finger pointed at Peregrine, “You need to set aside whatever crawled up your ass.”

Peregrine nearly fell out of his chair in shock. Alex nearly fell out of his trying not to break down into laughter.

“You,” Adeline pointed at Alexander, “you stop goading him. Now I don’t care who started it but I’m finishing it now because my patient is upset and flooding my yard.”

Peregrine rolled her eyes. “Just tell her to stop-”

“She is upset! She cannot speak! She cannot move! Young man I will not tell her to stop, if this is the only way she can express her distress then so be it! Do you have any idea how awful this must be for her? To be forced to listen to the people she cares about going back and forth with each other and she cannot do anything about it?”

Peregrine flinched at the elder’s words, Alex frowned. Frustrated with the slight guilt he now felt.

Adeline rubbed her temples, “both of you need to leave.”

They were shoved out into the rain. Peregrine giving a heavy sigh as he leaned against the frame of the cottage,he actually looked defeated.

“You don’t need to rub it in that I’m a terrible brother.” He growled as he rubbed the scar on his face. “But you have no idea what we’ve been through.”

Alexander shrugged, “shit happens my dude. Families fight and crud, the difference between your fam and mine is that you all will get over it at some point.”

Peregrine gave Alex a very long look as his words clicked into place. His frown softening.

“...oh.” Was all he said.

They started to walk off when Alex patted his waist in shock.

“Fuck I forgot Fanny!”

He ran around the cottage, Peregrine left with little clue as what to do but follow.

As big as Adeline’s cottage was on the inside the outside of it was quite small. Soon enough they were at Magpie’s window which Alex already knew how to jimmy open.

Magpie opened her eyes as the two climbed in. Fanny still resting under her hand but as soon as Alex was in the room the creature leaped out and swallowed his head.

“Good to see you girl,” came his muffled chuckle as he attempted to pull the creature off. Peregrine sighed as he walked up to his sister’s bedside and took her hand. He looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t seem to get the words out. Magpie gave him a sad smile nonetheless. She understood.

Peregrine then stepped back and looked around. With the growing evening the room had become quite dark. He turned to his sister with a questioning look. “Magpie do you not have any light in here at night?”

Magpie almost seemed to give a pleading look to her brother, Peregrine nodding with understanding as he walked to the door.

Alex looked between the two in confusion. “Where ya going old man?”

Peregrine looked over his shoulder. “Magpie is afraid of the dark and Adeline doesn’t have light in here for her.”

Little question marks appeared on Alex’s glasses. But then his signature smile appeared on his face. “It’s all slammin dude, Alex has the fix.”

Alex opened Fanny’s mouth before reaching inside, seeming to be rummaging around for something.

“Lucky you Granny’s got electricity in this joint now. A-ha!” Alex shouted in triumph as he pulled out the object he had been looking for. A small blacklight.

Alex plugged the light in and set it on Magpie’s bedside table. The dim purple light just strong enough to banish the nearest shadows and of course make both Magpie and Peregrine’s hair glow.

Magpie watched the light in wonder before having a supposed moment of clarity, looking to Alex in excitement.

Alexander grinned, “yeah just like the lights at the clubs. Do you remember?”

Magpie grinned, nodding her head.

Alexander’s smile broadened, she remembered more of him. She was remembering the fun they had hanging out together.

The two were clearly caught up in their excitement. Peregrine stepping back to watch with just the tiniest smile of relief.

From the doorway Adeline watched all three of them as they were completely unaware of her presence, she rolled her eyes with a smile and left them be.

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imaginedeux · 6 years ago

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Catch Fire (P.P. AU) Pt.2

Part: 1

Word count: 1,340

“MR. STAAAAAARK!” Peter yelled, running into Tony Stark’s office. “MR. STAR-”

“What is it Spider-ling?” Tony asked getting up from his desk, already fed up with the head ache the teenager was bringing him.

“T-There’s another h-h-hero! There was f-f-fire, and massive amounts of carbon, nitrogen, carbon dioxide, o-oxygen! She could get into Karen, and she kept calling me kid, and her eyes lit up, and the police and she calls herself ‘Messiah’ and-” Peter rambled, taking off his mask. With him flailing his arms around, to him yelling at the top his lungs, Tony could only understand bits and pieces of what the teen was saying.

“Alright, hold up. You’re going to have to run that again, and in a voice that won't give me a migraine.”

“There’s another hero she calls herself Messiah. She can control fire, Karen did a scan on her and she had massive amounts of carbon, nitrogen, carbon dioxide, oxygen, and another unknown element. She was able to hack into Karen, and-” Peter explained before Tony stopped him in his tracks.

“W-what do you mean they hacked into Karen? Thats impossible!”

“That’s what I thought as well sir.” Karen spoke from around them. “But she was able to bypass all the walls you put up sir. I did another test, but she doesn't seem to have connection to me at this moment.”

“Karen show me what Peter’s talking about.” Tony ordered, as a screen appeared on the window behind his desk, showing the outside of the bodega. The scene played out as Peter explained before, and the mystery girl’s voice rang through the room as she tapped into Karen’s system and when the whole ordeal was over. “She seems to be your age Peter, are you sure you don't recognize their voice?”

“N-no I don't. I don't know every kid my age Mr. Stark.” Peter stuttered, looking over the footage from earlier. “I’ve never even heard of another hero in this part of town, especially not one with the ability to manipulate fire.”

“She seems to know what she’s doing. She made sure that no one was hurt, and probably called the police herself,cause she knew that the hostages would probably be too scared to call. Friday, look up all calls to the police within the last hour near that corner store.” Tony commanded his A.I., the footage from the corner store was replaced by thousands of numbers flying across the screen.

“There was one call made from a mobile phone, under the name Ramiro (Y/L/N).” Friday’s voice rang through the speakers around the two super heroes.

“That can't be right, check for relatives.”

“Already ahead of you sir, he had a wife names Lana (Y/L/N), and a daughter, (Y/Full/N), but both Ramiro and Lana passed away during the battle against Loki.”

“Wait, (Y/N)? Is she around my age?” Peter asked, hearing how familiar the name sounded.

“Yes she's only a year older than you, she attends Lexington Academy, and lives by herself in an apartment provided by Stark Industries after the loss of her parents.”

“I know her.” Both Tony and Peter said at the same time.

“How do you know her Mr. Stark?” Peter asked looking at Tony, who was starring at the photo Friday brought up onto the screen.

“She’s technically my goddaughter.”

“WAIT, WHAT?”

“I was close friends with both Ram and Lana, having met them when things were at an all time low for me, and when (Y/N) was born they asked if I would like to be her godfather, to which I said yes. After everything with Loki happened, I found out that they were killed. (Y/N), was almost tossed into foster care, but I was able to come in and stop that from happening.”

“Then why doesn't she live with you here?”

“Because I knew that if anyone found out that (Y/N) was in any way shape or form related to me, she could be targeted by who ever had a vendetta against me or the Avengers. Thats why I payed in full for her and a couple of other families that were affected, to live in any apartment they chose. (Y/N), said she wouldn't leave her childhood home, so she chose to stay there.”

“Does she know your her godfather?” Peter asked, looking up at the other super hero.

“I don't think so. She’s never contacted me outside of saying there were minor repairs needed at her apartment, there was a fire that rang out in her kitchen a couple of months ago, but it doesn't seem like she was hurt. Thats besides the point, how do you know her Spiderling?”

“Oh-oh! I only met her today, she’s a friend of a friend. She had a completely different demeanor when we met. She was constantly apologizing for being late. During the fight, she looked like she had all the confidence in the world. Except for when she was in a confined space using her powers. Before I went in she mumbled that she hoped that she didn't hurt anyone.” Peter explained, trying to remember everything about this girl from the past couple of hours.

“Well fire is a beast that if set free, can cause damages that no one can undo.” Tony mumbled, looking up at your ID photo up on the screen thanks to Friday. “Do you have school tomorrow?”

“Um no, its summer, schools out.” Peter explained looking between Tony and the photo of you. “Why?”

“Well it says she works at a bodega, I’m saying we should go and visit (Y/N).”

“Hi, welcome to Jaime’s Sh- h-hey Peter! M-Mr. S-stark, how can I help you guys?” You asked from behind the counter of the bodega. You could feel your heart rate accelerate as the two walked into the bodega.

“H-Hey, (Y/N), u-um how are you doing?” Peter stuttered.

“G-Good, and yourself? And you M-Mr. Stark? I-I’ve never seen you in these parts of town.” You stuttered, failing at trying to calm yourself down.

“Alright, (Y/N), do you have any place so the three of us can talk. Privately.” Tony asked, more like commanded, walking up to the counter you were behind.

“U-um, I’m working, and I need to take care of the bo-” You started before someone walked out from the back room.

“(Y/N) ¿Que esta pasando?” Your boss, Jaime asked walking up to the counter, oblivious to who was in the store.

“N-Nada Don Ramirez, u-um Señor Stark necesita hablar conmigo, ¿Lo puedo llevarlo atrás?” You asked gesturing to Tony, who had a smile on his face as your boss recognized the superhero.

“¡Si, Si! I-It’s so nice to see you S-Señor Stark, a-anything you need it free!” Your boss, offered in broken English. After politely rejecting the offer, you, led Tony and Peter to the back room, for once in the last give or take 6 months, you actually felt cold.

“S-So, what’s the occasion?” You asked, closing the door behind you, before anyone could answer you felt a shift in the room. Quickly turning, you took a boxing stance, your hands clenched together, desperate to let out the embers that slowly started to surround them.

“We only came to talk to you, (Y/N), or do you prefer the name Messiah.” Tony said, holding up his arm that was covered by his suit, ready for anything. Who knew a watch with nano tech could be so useful? Taking deep breaths, you shifted your attention to the other teenager in the room. Peter had taken a fighting stance as well, his knees were slightly bent, his left shoulder drooped forward slightly as he right arm was held up almost parallel to the ground, the two middle fingers of his right hand twitching forward towards his palm. You’d seen that stance before, and it wasn't just over the internet, but also in person.

“No way...” You whispered, your eyes still locked on Peter. Allowing your arms to fall to your sides, the embers in your hands danced into nonexistence in the air around you.

#Catch Fire AU #peter parker #peter parker au #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland au

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harryff · 7 years ago

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CEO: The Merge Part 1

CEO Harry.

The Merge the plague in your marriage. It was the reason you and Harry were at each other’s throats the reason you walked in almost naked that day the reason you slept alone most nights. You two were supposed to be happy a newly married young couple approaching your second year of marriage but this merge was creating a rift between you two.

You hear the door slam you take a deep breath he is home; he must have left work early because he was livid and needed space

“ ‘M not staying if they go through with this ‘m’fuckin quitting not gonna bloody drag me or my name into that shit hole mum!” you hear him sigh aggressively “I kno’ I kno’ I’m trying I worked too hard ‘s’not fair I kno’ yes mum alright bye love yeh talk to yeh later”

You knew all too well what was happening Pandemonium Records wanted to merge with Harry’s company, and because they had more artists it was going to dethrone Harry from his position as CEO. Pandemonium Records CEO Byron Paton was a real prick always commenting on Harry’s ‘new’ money compared to his ‘old’ money. The merge meant that Harry would be demoted to be director of something you weren’t sure what at the moment. Harry was fighting with all he had but ‘they’, the board of directors insisted on the merge which meant all of his new artists would suffer and half of his staff laid off.

You hear the bedroom door open and you play dead you don’t want to argue you’re just glad his home. You hear him huffing and puffing removing his clothes “bloody shoes” he grumbles before you hear them thud against the floor. It’s quiet, you hear the water run in the shower, you slowly drift away to sleep.

You’re awaken by Harry pulling you making you lie on your back

You squeal

“Sorry” you hear him mumble before he bends down and kisses you. He’s sloppy uncoordinated, rough like he hasn’t done it in awhile, which he hasn't, you grab on to his face and take control he moans into you his hands roam your body as much as you missed his touch this is becoming unbearable.

You pull away “Harry” you say scooting towards the night stand as he attacks your neck. “Harry stop!” you demand turning on the lamp

His eyes are puffy you can’t tell if he’s been crying or its lack of sleep

“Harry” you say softly caressing his face

“Don’ want to talk about it” you shut him down

You nod and pull him back down to kiss you. He’s still uncoordinated trying to remove your night clothes

“Harry!” you huff “let me do it” you complain

As much as you want him there he isn’t there you shake out of your night clothes and your hand snakes down to his cock

He whimpers into the kiss he pulls away and he continues sucking on your neck. He hisses as your grip tightens around him “oh fuck” he whispers against your neck you kiss his shoulder scooting down getting on the perfect position for him to slid in. He resumes kissing you and his aggressive its when you have an epiphany

You pull away trying to catch your breath “Harry!”

“Need to be inside yeh” he says grabbing his bulge

“No Harry stop” you stop him as his tip is in your entrance

“Wha’?” he looks bewildered

You breath heavily “you own Styles Entertainment.”

He’s confused

“If you leave you can take your name!”

“What?” he’s still confused

“You own Styles Entertainment the name is trademarked you own it!” you smile.

You see him thinking spinning “so if I leave….”

“They have to find another name they can’t use the Styles in Pandemonium Styles and you can start another company right?”

“RIGHT!” his face brightens “I fuckin luv yeh” he bends down to kiss you before hopping out of the bed.

“No wait!” you were ready for him

“Not now petal later I promise” he says grabbing his phone

You roll your eyes and plop back in bed. When you wake up you turn to your side the bed remains made up which means Harry either went back to the office or was in the study and as you walked around his keys were gone so that means he was in the office.

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A week later and you haven’t seen him at all so you do your wife duties you make lunch and dinner since you know he won’t be home. You’re greeted by staff once more before you enter his office

“Oh Mrs. Y/L/N” Alicia greets you

“It’s Mrs. Styles to you” you correct her

“Oh Harry”

“You mean Mr.Styles”

“He told me I could call him Harry.” She says with a slight attitude

“And I’m telling you to call him Mr. Styles”

“Anyway I thought you didn’t change your last name”

“I didn’t doesn’t mean you don’t address me appropriately”

“Oh sorry” she says flatly

“Where’s my husband?” you look around his office a few things had changed

“Meeting” she says grabbing paperwork from his desk

“Ok could you please make sure this" you tap on the lunch bag "gets to him” you decide to kill her with kindness

“Yes ma'am”

“He needs to eat” you smile at her

“I make sure he does every night” she gives you this look that makes it seem like she’s implying something else.

“Mmmm” you draw your lips in

The door swings open and Harry walks in “Pet! you’re here!”

“Hi” you say dryly

“Wha’ brings yeh around?”

You hold up the lunch bag “Lunch and dinner” you grab your purse he looks between you two “going back to work” you mumble

“No wait! Alicia”

She nods and walks away

“Wha’s wrong?” he makes you face him

You sigh deeply “I hope whatever you’re working on is worth not coming home”

He feels the ache in his heart.

“I gotta go” you whisper

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next week the news of the merge is released and the launch party is that weekend. It’s an obligation for you to show up you don’t want to not like Harry would notice he left you at home to arrive on your own and as predicted Alicia is right there next to him looking doe-eyed bushy tailed eager to please

“Oh god” you say in disgust once you spot them. You make your way to the bar you know a few people from Pandemonium and not that many people from Harry’s company are there. You down your first drink in seconds but pace the second.

“Hello there beautiful!”

You turn to face Byron Paton. You try to not contort your face in disgust “Hi Mr.Paton!”

“Oh you know me!?”

“Yes” you offer a tight lip smile

He smirks “did you come alone?”

“No I’m here with my husband Harry” you motion to him

“Oh you’re the wife he barely talks about you! I wonder why? you’re beautiful!” he comments

You nod “Thank you, where’s your wife?”

“Oh Cindy right there!” he points to her “we came together unlike your husband who arrived with Ashley? Whats her name again? Oh Alicia!”

You sigh “I was busy” you lie

“It’s ok beautiful there’s plenty of men who would gladly take his place” he looks you over making you feel uncomfortable

“Don’t want anyone else”

“Shame I have to run let’s chat later” he kisses your cheek

You nod and down some more drinks

You had texted Harry when you arrived informing him of arrival and now watching him check his phone yet ignore you made you upset. You try to mingle, try to charm your way around the room but you’re off your game. You’re mind is preoccupied with Harry and a combination of stress and sadness you can’t quite hide your emotions. The alcohol really isn’t helping you do so either, so you stop drinking. Harry’s still working the room and by the looks of it people are liking him. You smile when you see him smile a natural reaction of yours.

You stand to the side and people watch try to kill time and giggle at a few drunks.

“Still won’t take me up on my offer?” Byron snaps you out of your thoughts

“What offer?”

“Other men will gladly take his place”

You’re irritated “I’m no mistress”

“Didn’t say you were, could be a wife as good as you look”

You sigh “Mr.Paton why don’t you go love on your wife”

“Could be ex. You’ll have the world at your fingertips”

“Don’t want the world Byron” you say frustrated

He moves closer and growls softly “love how you say my name”

“Ok I’m going”

He stops you “No don’t i’m sorry, I’m sorry, you look wonderful can’t help myself.”

You’re both silent looking around playing coy “Anyway your husband will do great in this merge”

You smile looking at Harry “Yes he will extremely talented”

“Obviously one of the reasons I wanted to merge” You nod “We are hoping to triple our revenue with this new direction”

“Thats a huge target” you comment

“Your husband will get us there”

“Yea which by the way why isn’t he the CEO?”

“You must not know your place sweetheart,” you raise your brow “thats matters will not discuss with you. Besides I’m CEO can’t have two can we?”

“He can be CFO” you challenge

His jaw clenches “No we need him to be Director of Entertainment”

You try to calm your temper and look around

“But enough about us boys. Tell me what do you do you’re a mystery, you’re husband never speaks of you almost like you don’t exist” he smirks and dropping his voice by the end of the sentence, moving closer to you and placing his hand on your lower back

You step away “I work in research” you speak softly those words hurt

“Oh pharmaceutical?”

“Yes”

He chuckles “you know what they say about you guys”

“Yea” you roll your eyes

“Why aren’t you at home? being a housewife Too pretty to be working darling” he grabs your hand “with me you would never have to lift a finger”

You pull your hand away “ Please stop!” you move away making sure your at arms distance away from him “plus that’s not a lifestyle for me”

“Shame you look like a good fuck toy” he bites his lip and glances over your body

You had enough “Good night Byron” you begin to walk away

“No no wait” he tries to grab your arm but you’re quicker

You try to hide by sitting in chairs along the back which were hidden overlooking the Chicago skyline

You’re startled by Harry “Why the fuck re’yeh talking to Byron about me being CEO!?” he snaps at you

“I was just asking” you cower away

“Fuckin told yeh not to mention anything! we’re going home!” he yanks you up by the arm

“Ow Harry!” you complain

He grabs your hand and almost drags you around as he says his goodbyes “missus had too much to drink” his excuse as you stand looking at the ground embarrassed

“Oh no where are you two off to?” Byron asks

“She had too much to drink” Harry speaks flatly

“Awww light weight? Well thank you for coming Y/N sorry sorry" he chuckles "Mrs.Styles”

“Play nice Byron” Cindy comments

He chuckles some more grabbing your free hand bringing it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on it. Harry’s grip on your other hand tightens “lovely young lady. Harry see you later”

“Yea bye Cindy always a pleasure” He pecks her cheek

You both walk away Harry’s grip on your hand is still taught. You can’t keep up and he’s not slowing down at all so when you almost trip all he does is jerk you towards him.

“Oww! Harry! Damn it stop manhandling me! I’m not a damn rag doll!” you yank your hand away rubbing where his grip was

He chuckles and continues to walk away from you. He only got like this when he was enraged. He gets in the car and waits for you to enter.

“So ‘re yeh gonna tell me why yeh couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” he begins as he drives you home

“I was just asking you don’t tell me anything any more” you try to explain yourself

“I don’ have to tell yeh anything!”

You remain silent

He slams his hand in the steering wheel scaring you for the second time tonight “I told yeh not to say anything! Yeh just made shit worse!”

“I’m sorry” you mumble

There’s no more conversation between you two the rest of the way home. When you arrive you’re not in for 2 minutes when he starts again.

“And why the fuck were yeh flirting with him?!”

“Are you kidding me? I wasn’t!” you remove your coat walking away from him

“He told me yeh were! tha’s why yeh were around him majority of the night?!”

You roll your eyes “Are you listening to yourself right now? You believe that dick over your own wife?”

“If my wife knew her place non o….”

You spin around and cut him off “Excuse me?! KNEW my place so enlighten me wheres my place? HUH?! At home being your trophy wife while you fuck your assistant?!”

“Oh please don’t make this about me! I don’t want her yeh know that!”

“Do I? Do I truly know that?”

“ ’M not having this argument.” he points at you “yeh fucked up”

“How can you be mad at me? What have I done? You let your assistant practically be all over you and look like she’s your mistress! While I look like your estranged wife!”

“Stop making this about her! Alicia knows I’m married”

“I know she knows it’s the reason she’s all over you.“

You both stand in the middle of the living room remaining silent trying to calm down, but your temper won’t calm down

“You didn’t even come check on me I’m your wife not your girlfriend not your fiancé your wife I should come before anyone! Remember what you said to me? Your vows?!”

He remained silent still glaring at you

“You have Byron pointing out how you showed up with her yet I fucked up? You left me so I arrive to the party alone yet I fucked up?” he looked at you with his infamous blank stare as if all that you were saying was just bullshit

“Fine! You wanna believe Byron fine! Go ahead and disregard the fact that you ignored me all night. Go ahead and disregard the fact that you don’t mention me to anyone so I truly am the estranged wife! You want Alicia to be your wife fine! While you’re at it make sure you thank Byron for making me uncomfortable all night. At least he acknowledged me in his own fucked up way. Thank him for telling me I’m nothing but a fuck toy!”

His glares at you “When did he say that?!”

You sigh feeling defeated, the tears start to build up, you bring your hands to your face rubbing your temple a migraine beginning to form

“Y/N when did he say that?” he grits through his teeth

You speak softly “It doesn’t matter you don’t believe me anyway.” your voice cracks “If you don’t want me anymore Harry just tell me.”

You walk away from him this is the peak of all the stress both of you were under. You couldn’t keep up with the fighting. Two times sometimes more in a week. It’s emotionally and mentally draining to stay mad at him while you try to support him. You hear the front door close and your body relaxes, you feel guilty for being glad that your husband isn’t around it should never be this way no matter how angry you were at each other. The next day you wake up when you turn to your side Harry’s in bed you were both on extreme sides of your mattress avoiding the middle like it was riddled with sharp thorns. You were going to clear your mind which meant a day at the park or aquarium walking idly around Chicago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Monday arrives you wake up before Harry and prepare for the day.

“Mornin’” he mumbles when he walks into the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee

“Good morning” you look up at him briefly “breakfast” you place his plate of fruit and egg whites in front of him before you leave

There’s nothing but sadness in your eyes puffy and sleep deprived. It hurts Harry to see you like this.

He tries his best to stay focused at work, but he can’t. Not when his mind replays months of arguments over and over again always emphasizing your argument a few nights ago, he can’t forget what you said to him. It’s the reason he feels himself getting angrier with each word that Byron speaks.

He stays late his hoping you’ll be home by the time he arrives but the house is cold and void of any sound when he walks in he sighs.

He waits for Anne to pick up “Hey mom”

“Hazza!”

He chuckles lightly

“Are you alright? Whats wrong my baby boy?”

He sighs “I fucked up”

“Oh no what did yeh do?”

“It’s been happening for the past few months.”

“What’s been happening?”

“Pet and I have been arguing non stop s’cuz of the bloody merge been causing so many issues between Y/N ‘nd me”

“Oh how is she?”

“Not good I’m to blame”

“Well wha’ re yeh going to do?”

“I have to leave already talked to my lawyers they said it would take some time to get my name back bu….”

“Are yeh sure this is the right move?”

“This isn’t what I wanted to begin with. The board didn’t listen to me destroyed my vision, my dreams re gone”

“Do what yeh love hazza” she speaks softly

“Do what I love” he repeats

“Yes I luv yeh we luv yeh we support yeh 100% all the time”

He sighs “I don’t want my marriage to fail cuz of this.”

“Then don’t let it! Yeh love her yeh fix it. Fix your wrong doings”

“I kno’ I kno’”

You arrive a few hours later, Harry stayed awake waiting for you

“Hey” you whisper as you walk into the bedroom

“Hey” he smiles at you hoping for a smile back

You say nothing but head to the bathroom. You try to control your emotions but in the shower is when you finally release all that you bottled up during the day. When you’re done he sees your puffy eyes and pink nose, and when you walk closer he notices the bruise on your arm. He realizes it’s him that caused it the night of the party. He feels his heart ache with more pain.

“Good night” you say laying down.

“Hoping we could talk” he says leaning towards you

“Can we talk tomorrow?” you ask

He nods and reaches over you to turn off your night lamp “I love yeh, so much” he whispers before kissing your cheek

You squeeze your eyes trying not to cry again.

The next morning you leave before Harry can comprehend that it’s morning. You don’t want to talk you didn’t have the energy for another argument.

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marilyngogosworld · 8 years ago

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So before I start, I have one question that I am asking everyone. Please just say the answer to yourself and keep it in the back of your mind for now. I'll bring it back into play after I tell my story.

Have you always felt like you are different than everyone else? You can't really explain how or why. I'm not asking if you were popular or not. You could be sitting in a room of hundreds of your close friends and family. Yet you have always felt like you are different.

If you answered yes… Then I have a message for you. What if I told you that I could explain exactly why you have always felt that way.

But first in order to understand my theory, I feel you must know some of my story. Before I left Arizona to start traveling I read this book, it changed my life. The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer. This book talks about only accepting positive energy, never negative. Yes you'll experience negative things in life. But you once experience it you are then capable of letting the energy of that experience go. That's it. No harboring that energy signature. You can't change what has happened. So why are you worrying about it so much?

Let it go.

The book then goes on about numerous other things that help you and your soul. But the thing that changed my life is when it talks about your “2nd Brain” that voice in your head that is non stop, that over thinks everything, that keeps you up and night and literally almost always winds up being negative. The book then guides through a meditation and if it’s done with your whole intention of success it will teach you to shut that “2nd Brain” up. To where you no longer have that voice constantly whirling through your mind at all times. Not one bit. Because let's face it...that voice isn't reality.

What is reality then? It is right here and right now. This present moment. Wherever you are, with the people that are around you and the things in your immediate environment. That is the only reality that you can change. Not the reality of tomorrow. Nor the reality of yesterday. So please tell me why are you even wasting your energy on those thoughts of tomorrow and yesterday? Why in Gods name are you still thinking about it?

I did that meditation and I no longer hear that voice. It's so freeing and peaceful. Once I was able to hush that constant noise I started to notice something different, a sort of 6th sense so to speak.

I started to feel, yes feel, these colors… At first that was the best way to describe it. I first noticed this when I was working in a rather small club in Tulsa, Oklahoma. And I was sitting next to a customer and kept feeling ORANGE,BLUE,ORANGE,BLUE,ORANGE, BLUE. That feeling was so strong that it completely overtook my mind and it was as if his conversation with me was just a faint buzz in the background. So after having a mini internal freak out, I realized it was his energy - his Aura that I was feeling. So I grabbed my phone and Google’d the color of people's auras. I then handed him my phone and asked him to read those two colors, and to tell me if he thinks it accurately describes him. Well it was spot on. Since that first intuitive moment of knowing he was an orange-blue individual I have been reading everyone's aura with incredible accuracy. I can feel the color of people's auras . I had a gift , thats what I like to call it at least. A gift that I was able to hone in on and push its boundaries, the strength of my mental capacity , the ability to make it stronger, and more able to control. I became capable of being in control of my energy to the point of it affecting others if I wanted it to .

So fast forward to this year , Feb 2016 . Im sitting in my favorite dive bar in Tulsa, Oklahoma once again, writing on my blog like I always do, When a middle aged gentleman comes into the bar and go and gives everyone a hug, I had no idea who this was mind you . Then he proceeds to sit across the bar from me , looks up at me and asks

“ What are you doing? Writing in your diary ?” with a smug grin on the scruffy face of his

Me- “ NOOoooooo, Well actually ya kinda , it's my blog , which is a story about my life … So yes , yes I guess I am writing in my diary .”

Him - “ Well I have a story for you .” Said very matter of factly

Me- “Oh really ?? Do tell “ and i cross my arms in front of me .

“ In due time , in due time “ he said I shrug my shoulders and go back to my writing . Well a couple hours pass and the gentleman's friends that came with him finally left . And he then came and sat right next to me .

He leans back, looks at my wings I have tattooed on my back and says …. “Angel wings huh?? ….. Very fitting . “

I shrug off the comment , I knew they weren't angel wings , they had their own meaning , and I knew that .

And that's when things got a bit intense , and my whole direction in life changed . He then looked me straight in the eyes , a little too close for comfort in fact and said “ You have no idea how powerful you are do you ?” Instantly the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention , a mental warning to myself , because I hadn't had told hardly anyone about my gift. How did he know ? My feelers went out and I began reading him , he wasn't evil , or even negative at all , it was a different energy and color but it wasn't bad by any means . Now intrigued with this creature , I came back to reality , and he then made another statement , just as intense as the first. “ You have no idea WHO you are , now do you ?

Knee jerk reaction stick out my hand to shake his and with a shitty grin and a higher pitched voice that usual said “Yes I do my name is Alina Gifford “ being the smart ass that I can be . He rolled his eyes while grumbling out a very funny .

He then proceeded to write down this name on a piece of paper and scooted it over to me, telling me to look this up . And what popped up on the screen was a picture of an archangel , Metatron . Now if you have never heard of metatron , I suggest you look into it . And all the other archangels in fact. You'll understand why here in a minute . So Metatron is an arch angel sent down here to meet like minded people tell them, who they are , their purpose , and then to write the truth about it . That last part is what really caught my attention - Write the truth about it - Well I AM a writer, and every single one of my stories are 100% the truth besides the names of the people involved . Being so confused and not really wanting to connect the dots with this archangel and I .. I played dumb and stuttered out “ So what is this ? …. This is me ? This is my arch angel? I don't get it “

“This is your archangel yes , but he is guiding you with his purpose as well , that is why you are here , this is your divine path. I know you have unique capabilities , as do I , Mine is more of a messenger type path , that's why I am here tonight . I knew that I needed to go out tonight to find someone , I didn't know who until I saw you. This is what you must do, you have to to find the ones that have a gift like you and I and tell them. “

ME . - I can't do that people are going to think that I'm crazy, telling them they have a gift?!

Him - “You can, and you will. That is the only way that they will know answer to tap into their gift you must tell them because the ones that have a gift are the ones that are meant to stay and populate this earth. You must find them , and tell them because bad things are going to happen very soon and we need everyone that has these special abilities to be ready. Because there is going to be death all around us , chaos , and mass destruction.”

He told me that the people I would meet wouldnt be the ones that just had an easy life , that had everything handed to them . They would be the ones that had lived a harder life, that had been knocked down so many times, but always got their butts back up and made it work. He said that “We” did that so that the ones with a gift would have empathy for others when times got hard , and would help up their brothers and sisters even if they were that homeless person on the street, They would know that they had a good soul and needed to be here in the world. The messenger also said that know that I know my gift that the gifted ones would basically FLOCK to me . They would feel drawn to me , almost as if they had to meet me , and once meeting me would feeling completely comfortable telling me things they never tell even their closest of friends. He went on to explain a bit more and with his every word I could feel that it all was the truth. Not once did I even question it . My soul knew that it was the truth.

I’m sure that you all are either intrigued because this hits home , or you think I’m bat shit crazy. Some of you might already know what Im talking about , some might not , but just know this , if You answered the question I asked above with a YES , then you have a gift , and this gift will eventually make itself known. If you train your mind to quiet that 2nd brain, the overthinking , the racing thoughts , the often negative thoughts that pull you from living in the now . That is when your gift will be able to come out and be noticed . Because its not being clouded by those constant clouding thoughts .

Now each one of you will have a different gift and your own perception of it is unique. I have started to categorize these gifts yet not one individual will necessarily be like another. There are: Protectors - the ones that have an innate ability to walk into a room and see what is going to happen before it happens and instinctively protect. Healers, Seerers, Master Communicators, Nurturers, Warriors, Lightworkers, as well as a few more.

I know you all are questioning this whole theory, some with intrigue and some with doubt. That's what I want you to do. I want you to question your very existence. Your reason for being here on Earth. So that you can begin to expand your mind. I will give you a very simple way to know if the information you research is true or a falsity .Now I employ you all to do some research of your own , and the way you know the truth , although not the easiest pill to swallow and your mind might try to sway you to the logical explanation . But if you feel a tightness in your chest , and anxiousness when pondering this topic then that's obviously not the right answer or the right way , now if you feel at peace , and calm , that is the truth. Your soul knows where it needs to go.

And since that night, with so much information to process , I began on my divine path . Meeting all kinds of people , being open to everyone and their energy. Going on these adventures that I never thought I'd ever experience, especially because they were spiritually driven . And meeting so many people with these amazing gifts. With all of them having a common denominator of feeling like they don't fit in , that there is and has always been something more to life . I finally came up with a name for all of as well , we are the misfits of society .

And I am so excited to meet more of you , to come find you, and help you understand and fill that void that you feel, fill it with your true purpose to be on this earth my misfits and I grow stronger and more knowledgeable as we enlighten our minds with the truths of this amazing universe and what it has in store for us .

#July #2017 #Chrono

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acefaerie · 8 years ago

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I think its really understandable that a lot of younger people sort of assuming that somehow not having an attraction to others is seen as a virtue especially by religious groups.

When i was a teen my lack of interest in relationships was seen by the adults in my life that “oh she is just shy” “she’s been a good girl and focusing on school work” and tbh that was the narrative i told myself.

except, looking back there was an underlying concern from adults that I was “missing out” on the Ideal Teen Romance TM. I got hints of it when ever I made a new male friend. “Oh he looks like he might be your type.” followed by a hopeful smile. after a while i got the “Its okay if you like girls” because i think by this time my parents had realised “she’s really not that interested in boys is she”.

but these instances were mild, my parents, specifically my mother who is “liberal” mind you, and had many close female friends who were lesbian and bi, kept out of my way. I was doing well at school, i was a “good girl”. So for me i think i get why some young people don’t understand the pressure for people to pair up because when you are in highschool if there is pressure its from peers and generally parents consider you to be “just a late bloomer”. But this is my experience, which was.. 15 years ago, and the world has changed quickly and drastically it may be different for others. It may also be that i am privileged in coming grom a generally accepting family, that is not religious, that would have accepted without question any girls I brought home (in fact i was asked if i wanted to).

My peer group generally either made jokes about my lack of interest or assumed i was gay. the general knowledge around school was i was gay, even my guy friends who never asked me also just.. assumed that was the case. I was lucky in the sense that like my mother most of my friends were either bi themselves and therefore didn’t care or pretty liberal minded. so i was cushioned... except for this one girl Tanya. She was homophobic and hated me because of it, i know this because i overheard her complaining about me one time and it generally was about how she had interpreted any causual friendly touch i had with my other friends as “creepy and weird”. I was forced to spend time with her because one of my “best” friends was really good friends with her (who we have another story about but its only slightly related to this) and wanted us to hang out all the time.

Tanya made my last year of highschool hell. She poisoned friends against me, and created a sort of social outcasting that left me without a support group. I was unlucky that a lot of my out bi friends who accepted me dropped out the previous year for various reasons. So i was left with the only people who sort of hung out with me being the largely straight (or closeted best friend who when she did start dating a girl, did so in secretl) acquaintances of those friends, who were easily convinced by Tanya to drop me from the group.

but here is the thing. I never called myself gay, (a am a pan/bi ace yes but at the time the only thing i ever said or did was say “Im not really interested in boys” because I really didnt know what i was) just not being interested was enough for Tanya.

besides my awful experience with Tanya I get why teens think “not being interested” puts a pretty light target on your back. even if my parents were disappointed i didnt experience the “ideal teen romance TM” it wasnt a huge concern. The bullying a recieved from Tanya is also ambigious because she was exactly the kind of bigot who was bigoted against everyone who was different she was basically the epotime of what prejudice people talk about when they talk about the “prejudice tree” where a bigotted person who is biggeted against one thing is bigotted against most things that are different from them.

What was my point. Oh, yes. in highschool the main negative reactions i got were from people sharing frustration and disappointment about me dating (though the “late bloomer” thought pretty much silenced this crowd) and the more aggressive lot who were homophobic and i fit enough of the criteria for them to consider me a target.

The first negative thing, the frustration and disapointment, as an ace i think that has become more impactful the older I have got. The pressure started to hit hard in my twentie. “Something is wrong with you” reactions from people grew the more i became “clearly an adult” Friends who were fine in highschool suddenly treated me like i was a kid who didn’t know anything about anything because “i hadn’t had a relationship or sex what do i know about being an adult”. My parents, though well meaning became more and more worried abut what was wrong with me.

Omg the relief they felt when i had a relationship that lasted two weeks (where i cried the whole time and barely even kissed the person).

relationships and sex are treated by our society as a right of passage for becoming an adult. So its fine to be a late bloomer, but thats what these people think you are “a late bloomer” not fully complete yet, still growing.

my mother who was so supportive in my teens and early twenties started letting her anxiety about me leak through when i spent most of my 20s not even “just single” but actively not looking I think she even once told me she just wanted me to have the experience of a real relationship, after i had one that was online (which was like having one without having to touch a person which i enjoyed, until he came over and there was touching and i didn’t enjoy it as much anymore because both I and he forced me into sexual situations i was not ready for but had been convinced by everyone i knew that that is what you did if you were in a relationship) after him i felt physically ill if i knew a person found me attractive so actively avoided being “too sexy” so people wouldnt.

the first healthy relationship slightly romantic relationship i had was a Queer platonic one, with a woman. Everyone knew we were in love, even my professors. but it remained platonic and honestly helped free me from all the toxic stuff that happened before. Im still incredably close to her.

at this time though I was in my mid to late thirties, and my families comments had become less “you are too picky” to “Im worried you will never find someone” “you are nearly 30″ “what if you want kids you can’t leave it too late”.

its all small stuff but it mounts up. its mirco-aggressions that become deafening. Im childish because i don;t like sex i need to grow up, im weird im wrong im mistaken im making my parents sad, why can’t i be who they want me to be, my mother crying because she just wants me to have a special person but never understanding that my QPR WAS my special person because to her that was just a friend, people saying i don’t know what i want, people saying im a loser cos they never see me dating, people telling me they ” think being single is a sign of failure” people telling me that when they call me a prude its an insult and im weird if i dont feel bad for being a prude, people telling me i should be interested, “don’t you find him attractive”, “sex is amazing what do you mean you dont like it”,” i think you are just scared of love”, “you must be a closet lesbian”, “your just a straight faking for attention.” “why are you trying to date normal people isnt there a website for people like you?” “its not our fault there arent many of you”, “your a bad girlfriend if you don’t like kissing he/she will be hurt if you wipe the saliva away or if you say you arent attracted to them”, “you don’t understand what love is” “you are confused” “you are sick, see a doctor”, “you’re abusive,” “ you don;t know what you are talking about”, “your sick, is it a hormone deficiency” “HAH you don’t like sex just get married then you wont get any”, “how can you not feel attracted then,” your abusive if you have sex but not sexually attracted”, “you’re abusive if you dont have sex cos you are with-holding from the other person”, “it's okay if you dont want sex for now know but thats just how relationships progress”, “Why don't you like him he likes you, “” Im worried you are going to be alone for ever”

The pressure of it used to keep me up at night where i felt i was FAILING everyone i knew because i just couldn't bring myself to feel that way about another person. I became deeply depressed. It was the main reason i considered suicide.

when i finally did enter a relationship again after two years of EVERYONE pushing for it. that pressure stopped in so far as people stopped pressuring me to be with him, but now i feel like i have to pretend to be normal so people will leave me alone, and i feel like part of me is lying to myself.

I worry about falling back into unhealthy patterns where i play the role of girlfriend just so i can stop people from knowing im weird. The only saving grace is this time my partner and I know im asexual. He doesn’t quite understand it but he respects my boundaries. still part of me feels like this relationship is a compromise. he doesn't get it completely even though he tries. he treats me well and i love him, Its just getting to this point my twenties were years of me ripping up my insides because of all the things society was saying to me. I felt trapped between the fear of being alone and the fear of having to force myself into a relationship again.

So i get why young people dont get what negativity you can face for being aro/ace but thats because the virtue of being disinterested is only a virtue if its temporary. and even then don’t underestimate the power of bigots to sniff out a difference to target you for.

#suicide mention #personal #abuse #homophobia #aphobia

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allhailthe-demonking · 8 years ago

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Here In My Room- 6

It’s been a real trip guys.

Wherein things go wrong before they go right.

It’s at a bar in Philadelphia that they hit their next bump in the road.

Merritt is happily nursing a pint of hefeweizen that has her feeling far too nostalgic, and Finn is off to the side with Karl, sipping at good whiskey over stories from the road. No one’s questioned the pair of them, mostly doing their own thing and quietly chatting with various members of the traveling crew, talents and techs alike, and their coy flirting is accepted with playful jokes before moving on.

Until Merritt is getting a second glass and Austin sidles up to her.

He gives her a toothy grin, head tilted like they’re the best of friends; having a great time. Merritt gives him a sweet little smile before she’s hiding behind her beer.

“You look well,” he intones, practically vibrating beside her. “I thought you didn’t do the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing.” It’s not a question, so she doesn’t answer. “He is all sorts of dreamy, though. I’d give him all sorts of special treatment.”

“Are you done?” she asks, trying not to be half as amused as she is. “Or are you still upset that I had to cancel your retainer early?” She flutters her eyelashes sweetly behind another sip. She knows Finn is watching; she knows his jealous streak runs wide and his possessiveness deep. She gives an over-exaggerated wince. “That must smart, baby.”

Austin cracks laugh, always having had a good sense of humor, and he backs of his fingers are gentle as they brush her forearm. “Sharp as ever. I’m glad, even if my ego is bruised.”

Merritt doesn’t think either of them are surprised in the least when Finn is suddenly pressed up behind her, arm protective and low around her waist. He gives Austin a tight smile, fingers splayed along her belly.

Austin looks far too pleased.

Merritt turns her head to look up at Finn, having every intention of assuring him that things are fine, Austin is an old “friend” that thinks he’s cute, but Austin of course beats her to the punch.

“Absolutely adorable,” he coos. “Perfect, even. Look at you two.”

She rolls her eyes.

“T’ank you?” Finn replies, his grip on her slowly gentling.

Austin cackles.

“He knows, Finn,” she whispers, letting her nose press to his neck, trying to play if off for anyone watching as a cute little bid for attention. It’s an added bonus if it keeps him calm. “Austin was one of my recently dropped contracts.”

Finn goes rigid behind her, eyes hard as he takes it in. He carefully shifts them, putting himself between Merritt and Austin, and she’s against the bar where he trusts himself to keep her safe and away from harm. “Our business isn’t any of yours,” he says, dark and quiet. “And it certainly doesn’t go farder dan dis. We clear?”

Austin holds up his hands, still smiling mirthfully. “I’m not going to go broadcasting it that your new girlfriend is, in fact, a prostitute.” Merritt flinches, looking away, and Finn’s jaw ticks, making himself keep it together and not cause a scene. “I’m certain that won’t play out well for any of us,” he continues. “I just came over to say hi, catch up, and maybe ruffle the feathers of the guy that took away my favorite Monday night after party.”

She swallows hard around a gulp of beer, hating the way it sounds. She doesn’t expect her clients to see her profession the way she does, but after spending the last two months with Finn, it’s become so easy to forget who she really is, so caught up in their time together. “That’s enough, Austin,” she tells him quietly, pressing herself even tighter against the bar.

Finn, instead, pulls her against him, not letting her retreat. He isn’t intending to let this continue on any longer, and he’ll be damned if he lets this go. He leans down, pressing his lips to her ear. “We’re goin’.” He kisses just behind the shell of her ear, keeping her tucked under his arm. When he turns back to Austin, his smile is wide, all sweet and disarming, but Merritt can feel exactly how tense he still is. “It was good to catch up, yea lad? T’anks for gettin’ our tab.”

Austin rolls his eyes, pulling out his wallet and waving them off, always the good sport.

Merritt keeps herself snuggled close to Finn’s side, nose pressing against his pec. She hates how awkward she feels; first the whole mess with her family, and now for the first time in her career, she feels the smallest seed of shame over her career. “I’m sorry,” she whispers as the pair of them finally break past the doors of the crowded bar and into the street.

Finn’s heart crashes to a halt, his feet in their tracks. They stand in the street lights, far enough away from the busy front of the bar that the sounds are bleeding together as white noise. He gathers her up, holding her to his chest. “Don’t be. It’s not yer fault he doesn’t know how to act in public.” He presses his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there.

Her hands bunch in his shirt, the roiling in her head and heart slowly quieting. “You’re not mad?” She looks up at him shyly, some part of her wishing he is.

He tips her face gently, kissing her lips. “Not at you. Just at his lack of manners.”

She nods, waiting until her face in pressed into his shoulder to let out a deep breath. “Me, too. I usually don’t mind his silliness, but I just wasn’t ready for it tonight.”

Finn swallows around the lump in his throat, the two of them all alone in their own world, the city blissfully quiet around them. “Can I ask you somet’in’?” he asks, sounding unsure of himself, and it makes Merritt so unsure of everything. When she just nods against his chest, breathing him in, he takes a small step back, needing to catch her eyes. “Not Finn to Merritt; Fergal to Eleanor.”

Her breath catches at the sound of her name on his lips, and she’s caught off guard, but her fingers grasp at him even tighter. “Yes. Y-yes, of course,” she whispers, a flurry of emotions in her chest. “Anything.”

“Is dis okay?” he asks, voice gone quiet and soft and uncertain. “Are we okay?” He wants to say more, but he isn’t sure how to put it to words, how to ask her the questions he’s been dying to for weeks now.

She nods slowly, her arms reaching to wrap behind his neck. “Yes. I’d tell you if we had a problem.” She means it, too. She’d never been afraid of telling anyone to fuck off just because they were paying her.

“He had a point, t’ough,” he sighs, eyes closing. “You’ve always said you didn’t do dis, da whole ‘girlfriend’ t’ing. We never said it was a part of dis, but here you are. You came out with me. You met my friends, my boss…” Finn stops, shaking his head. “I guess I wanted to know if dis was just a part of the deal, or if it’s somet’in’ else?”

Merritt’s heart is in her throat because of course he’s right. Of course this thing between them has never been so cut and dry as a simple contract; she was always breaking the rules for him and letting him deeper and deeper in. “You read the contract, Fergal,” she says by way of answer, and her voice is so quiet as she says his name, his real name for the first time in the two weeks since the fiasco with her phone.

Finn can’t decide if her wants to scream or kiss her. Of course she couldn’t just answer the question and let him in, but he sort of supposes thats’s what she’s been doing all along. “Come back wit’ me, Elle.”

She shivers as she presses into his space tight as she can. She’s up on her toes, pressing a soft peck of a kiss to his lips. “I’m not that kind of girl, Ferg,” she whispers, giggling when he groans. “But I guess I could, just this once, make an exception.”

Finn kisses her once more before pulling back, turning them to walk towards their hotel. He keeps her tucked under his arm, safe against his side, intending to never let her go again.

—

Fergal flips through the contract, barely paying the words mind, before he tears it neatly down the middle. He looks up, happy little grin on his face as he meets Eleanor’s eyes. “Whoops.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling too. “That was no whoops,” she accuses, settling herself into his lap primly. She squeals happily when his hands find her hips, tugging her closer and kissing her lips.

He smacks playful kisses wherever he can reach: over her shoulders, cheeks, throat, and finally stopping at her nose. “And if it wasn’?” He ducks to press a kiss between her exposed breasts, lingering on the freckle that resides, just to the right.

She pushes at his shoulders until he’s laying down across their plush bed, equally naked in their quiet bedroom, in their small house in Sarasota. Her body, not nearly as long as his, stretches out along the length of him, his hips pressing to her belly. Her hand teases up his thigh, smacking him with just enough force to sound out a dull thwack. “Did we ever try this?” she asks, looking suddenly thoughtful. “We’ve tried just about everything else.”

He shrugs one shoulder, happy to watch Elle’s small body try to pin him down. “I don’ t’ink so. Somet’in’ about you not trustin’ anyone to do it right.” He grins as her eyes roll, because it really does sound like something she would say, whether she did or not. He lets his palm come down once, not too hard, palming her ass and massaging in the warm sting.

Elle whines quietly, hips rolling as she grinds herself against him. “That doesn’t sound right at all.”

Fergal’s head tips back with laughter, rolling them over to smother her with kisses, because he can. “No?” he breathes against her mouth as he moves her how he wants her, hand coming down again once her knees are hooked up over his shoulders, her creamy thighs begging to be kissed and bitten. He spanks her again, watching her with rapturous wonder as she moans and writhes under him.

She arches her back, pink peaked breasts trembling as they move together. “Stop being a tease, Ferg,” she begs quietly. She’s knows he knows exactly how wet she is for him already. She plants her feet on his back, hips rolling and opening up, letting him get a good look at her pretty pink slit, soaked as it is.

He dives in to steal a taste, sucking wet kisses the whole way from her clit to her perineum and back up again. He licks his lips slowly, watching her pant and moan and shake apart, all for him. “What was dat, Love?” he asks teasingly. “What do ya need?”

She groans, one of her legs slipping from his shoulder and to his waist, trying to tug him closer. “Fuck me already, Ferg,” she whines, hips wriggling invitingly. “Show me who I belong to, for real this time.”

Elle’s words do exactly as she wanted, Fergal snapping to attention as he rocks against her. He nips at her mouth, a sharp little warning as her buries himself inside her. Her grin never falters, through mean kisses and his tongue slipping between her lips possessively. She knows all his buttons, and he loves her for it. His hand comes down against the curve of her ass, sharp and loud, and she’s clenching around him so hard that he can barely move or breathe. “What was dat again?” he growls, all teasing and dark before he steals her response but sucking at her tongue.

She moans brokenly, kissing him wet and messy, and his tongue is sweet with a taste of her. She rocks against him, hands in his hair, tugging at the short strands, not letting him break their kiss. She loves having him like this; when he wants to prove something, and all of his intensity and focus is solely on her. She revels in it, body arching up to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of his body against hers and every inch of him inside her.

Fergal’s hands grip her hips so tight, short and trimmed nails digging into the perfect skin there. He’s got her nearly bent in half, he’s swallowing her sweet little gasping moans, and he’s the other side to her coin; she picks and teases with all the right words to drive him mad, but he’s the one taking her breath and words away and leaving her mindless with want. He grins against her lips, tongue teasing hers as he licks into her mouth.

She keens, nipping at his mouth as she sneaks a hand down between them. She’s so close, the thick head of his cock is near constantly pressing into that perfect spot inside, his fingers leaving dappled bruises on her hips, she can feel them already, and all is does is bring her even closer.

Fergal catches her hand though, fingers curling around her wrist and pinning it above her head. “You’ll come from my cock,” he breathes into her mouth, his voice barely more than a low growl that’s nearly lost under the sound of his hips pistoning into her, “or you won’t come at all.”

Elle cries out, practically a sob. She’s so close, just needing that little push over the edge. “Ferg. Ferg please, baby,” she begs, clenching down tight around him. He growls once more, and she thinks he really isn’t going to let her, that he isn’t going to give her that little push she needs, and then his hand is connecting once more with a sharp smack to her ass. Her vision whites out, back arching up and pressing her breasts against his chest and her body quakes with her release on a long, breathy moan of his name.

He leans down to mouth at her breasts, nipping and sucking at the hardened buds of her nipples. His thrusts slow, he’s so close himself, but he wants to watch her basking in the pleasure that he gives her, and he wants her to watch him find his within her. He tugs at her nipple, caught between his teeth, the tremors and shakes of her release slowly quieting until she’s mewling and whining with oversensitivity. “Beautiful, Love,” he purrs, hips slowly grinding into hers.

She whimpers, one last long shiver of pleasure running down her spine. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?” she teases, voice raspy. “I want you to come in me, Fergal. I’m all yours.”

He groans, hips rocking into hers a little harder, a little faster, but still measured and slow. “I’m tryna’ last, Eleanor, but you’re makin’ it damn hard.”

She giggles, soft and happy, pulling his mouth back to hers. She kisses him deeply, not bothering to tamp down on letting him feel just how much she wants him. “But I wanna feel you. You gonna keep me waiting?” she huffs, nipping at his lips playfully, soothing the brief hints of pain with her tongue.

Fergal groans, sealing his mouth over hers as he lets his thrusts get less controlled, resolving to give her exactly what she wants, like he could ever deny her. His moans go breathless, her core clenching around him, trying to urge him on. With the first twitch of his cock, the first surge of his orgasm, he grinds himself as deep as he can inside her, lips parting on a gasped moan.

Elle purrs happily, hips wriggling at the feel of each pulse of him inside her. She presses kisses all over his face, sweet and happy, pressing their noses together when he finally starts to kiss back sluggishly. She giggles quietly, her hands running down his chest, feeling him up unrepentantly, before reaching around to playfully smack his ass. Her laughter is smothered by a moan, his hips pressing hard to hers once more, milking one last spurt from him.

“Spoiled brat,” Fergal complains halfheartedly, burying his face in her neck. He nips at her, a petty little revenge, worrying her skin between his teeth, leaving a faint red mark behind because he can now. He shifts away slowly, slipping from her with a little groan, kissing his way back to her lips.

“You love it,” she teases right back. She beams up at him, arms around his neck so he can’t go far, enjoying the feel of his weight pressing her into their bed.

“I love you,” he corrects her, rubbing their noses together, because it’s the truth. Despite their endless teasing, the way they constantly are pushing each other’s buttons, he thinks he has since the very beginning. “Even if you do have a smart mouth.”

Eleanor cackles, head tipping back with the force of it. “I love you, too.”

#himr #fanfic #finn balor #use of real names #so much use of real names #improper use of the word whoops #complete

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okayyuvraaz · 8 years ago

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hey bottle, will you chortle?

There is an anecdote that happened. Like many other anecdotes, I see this one as a representation of a distinct way of thinking or doing things. As you read it it will become clearer.

I am taking violin classes. So my tutor comes at home. These classes are not happening for the first time, they are a continuation of what started years ago. It's been a good ride spending time with him. He revealed his philosophical side one day and talked about things, and i was smitten by them.

Also particularly with playing violin - he tries to help me whereever he can - say, when I express the pain in my arm while playing non-stop, or when notes don't come easily to my command. He also knows some psychology so that too surprises me sometimes. Like one day, he asked me to play a certain combination of notes. They were complex or lengthy, and I couldn't play them nicely. So he started talking to me about something else. We talked casually for few minutes. Then he casually said, play those notes again. I did and I realised, they were coming quite fluidly this time! I told the man sitting across me, almost beside. He said, yeah.. your brain was working on them while we talked. So it figured them out.

He sort of keeps holding my back: telling me about the world, once in a while.

'You don't live for yourself. You live for your loved ones. I am married, and for ten years, I used to just earn enough to sustain me and my wife. We lived in one bedroom flat. Then I realised, she too has desires. I had to earn more. I came in the school to teach and there I got a reasonably good salary.'

or his response, when I said: I want to do everything. [What I meant was, I want to do every job, too many jobs: a teacher, a film maker, a writer, a photographer, a musician, a dancer..] - 'How can you do that? There is a system. You can't change jobs everyday. Today you are somebody else. Tomorrow you are doing somebody else. Day after tomorrow you set out to do carpentary. Everyday some new job. Can you? How will you fit in? How will you know about things? Have you ever been given a ticket by a policeman? - They ask to see your papers. In the file, they know exactly where to look for a certain paper or a certain detail. You will not know so. But they do. So it's a wrong perspective to think that way. You should choose one field and drown into it whole-heartedly. .. .. ..'

So wheather what he said was wrong or not, atleast I could articulate my old inside rumblings and somebody addressed them. At that time it gave comfort to me.

So one day, sir told me to take the fees from mumma and keep it, so that he would take it from me in the next class. It occurred to me, I might have grown old enough. Since years ago he wouldn't even mention the word fees in front of me. It was always, is mummy home? Then she would come in the room, and I would have to leave. Inside the closed room things would be talked.

Apart from the fees, he also told me the amount, to tell it to mummy.

On weekends when mummy was at home, and all of us were having lunch, I told her. He wanted fees, and the amount. On hearing the amount per class, papa shrieked. Some days later, mummy finally got to talk with him on phone and got some discount. She talks sweet and doing that, can say and get lot of things done.

Maybe it was 'knowing' the amount which did it - and that papa was shocked - but it triggered in me, that amount was too much per class. Personally I am in that phase where spending money is a huge problem for me. It has its causes in history. So I thought there would be cheaper classes to learn violin, and that maybe I should stop learning from him. Incidentally, the salary which he was asking for, was the advance payment of ten classes. That is now paid. So if I have to change the teacher, it would be after those classes.

In frustration, I asked mummy: He was once talking about not being able to own a house uptil now. I think.. She said, Everybody is. How will the cycle of spending and earning go by? I - So how do we know if he is a morally good teacher or not? She - Its.. his conscious.. what else

He had also been desperate about getting salary. It took atleast his four reminders for me to ensure I take the money from mummy and keep it for him.

One day before handing him the salary, we had a class. At the end of it, he mentioned again that he would remind me in the evening, and I told him I had already set the reminder on phone. Ofcourse I had. He also said that we would do a class tomorrow.

The next day began, or no, it had not began. I had not opened my eyes yet. It was our servant who got to the side of my bed and tapped me. Telling that sir had called. I understood. I said, tell him I will call him in ten minutes. He said, ok and went out. I closed my eyes again. Ten minute intervals.

Finally I called him, and he said - 'I am coming to collect it now. Also could you get me a water bottle, one thats not being used at home.'

It is summers in delhi. Heat seems/is hellish. I understood he might have forgot one himself and needed it, maybe for his kid who was along.

So I was preparing a water bottle for him. I took out a filled one from the refrigerator. Then it occurred to me, and I asked our servant: should we give this? [I was talking about the regular tupperware 1.25L one we use at home. We had about six or so of them.] or.. ......

I was thinking, what if he doesn't remember to return? I will have to keep reminding him. It seemed awkward to do that. Yet I felt posessive about the colored plastic bottle.

So I decide we could give a portable use-and-throw kind to him. We indians have also used, used limca, pepsi and coca-cola bottles. One of those for him. He looked in the cupboard and said, none. Except a 350-500ml AquaFina blue bottle. I said, that would do.

So I filled it. Then we wrapped it in the newspaper. I had seen mummy doing it to keep my summer drinks cooler. I asked the servant before doing. he helped me get the newspaper rolling on it.

And woohoo, the portable newspaper clad bottle was ready to roll in his Hyundai Santro zing. He hadn't arrived yet though. I was expecting his call. Finally it came, and I took out the pink notes from my drawer, and went and gave it to him. By the time I was waiting for this last phone call, I had even conceived a joke regarding the newspaper clad bottle which looked like a grenade. I thought I would say to him, while handing him the grenade: Throw this grenade on the student who would not have practised his daily violin notes like me. He would laugh.

In reality, when I went over, opened the gate, and through the open car window handed him those two things. I gave the money, choosing to not give them in a white envelope, and giving the bottle saying - Grenade. Not gatorade. Grenade. Well I just said, And this sir is grenade.

I walked back. Joke didn't happen. He called me from behind, and asked - how much is this? I said, ...... (confidential) then he said, I will come tomorrow for the class then. I said, try today evening.. (remembering I had to go for an event tomorrow evening) He said, Ok.. I will try.

He sounded so positive yesterday about having a class today. And yet, here he is.

It occurred to me later, how - in thinking about changing the bottle I gave to him - from tupperware one to the aqufina one - I thought and behaved identicallty like mummy or papa. They are also paranoid regarding me/them giving things to people - in talking with them - in making promise/commitment to them. How I would almost look down at them for it. That they were nitpicky and distrustful of the world around them.

Yet at this point, I too had done the same thing. Same thing. Had thoughts of changing the bottle - for the fear that it will be lost by him; not returned; one would have to keep reminding him, one did not want to do that, did not have the time for it and so, to just change the bottle.

I did not know wheather to feel guilty or be glad, for having the same thoughts as mummy.

This life - this part of youth - is riddled with many such riddles. Seemingly unsolvable, on the face - depressing and shit scary; but some vague hope that someday by almost some miracle or not, I would be able to solve them yet remaining an honorable.

#music sir #good and bad #mummy papa #thinking #delhi #youth #riddles #tom riddle #dilemmas #painful #w #life #world #money #career

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