#I was unsober and emotional

[prodesse-non-nocere]

The Academy Is… - Snakes on a Plane 6/21/23

[byanyan]

oops getting drunk & staying up until almost 6am with ur mom watching bts content and crying together talking about irl shit

[killsaki]

honestly there’s nothing more encouraging to me than when people enjoy my original creations. YES ! i love that i am able to enjoy anime fandom + sexy fics with you guys. i love writing them (obviously. i’ve been doing it three years now) but i just. am so happy people like fuzen. and kiyoshi. and (begrudgingly) katsumi.

[incorrectbatfam]

If you’re dick, tell me something only dick would know to prove it

My weapon of choice would be escrima sticks because they sorta resemble drumsticks and I can do cool stick tricks with them

I'm better at alcohol than my younger siblings because they can't send a single text after 7 drinks while I could type a whole mission report after all my years of training but also I'm the emotional kind of unsober who spills my guts only to regret it later on

When I was a teenager I learned to ride a motorcycle behind my guardian's back because he kept going on about his friend's uncle's son's teacher's neighbor who wiped out in a high-speed crash

I once drove an hour in the middle of the night to bail my best friend out of jail after the cops thought he was jacking his own car

My parent issues stem from feeling like I failed my siblings and I need someone to blame other than myself so I turn it on the previous generation

[emsgwenstan]

Knowing what goes unsaid

(Larissa Weems x fem reader). Angst

Words: 2k? Idk

Warnings: alcohol.

Notes: I haven’t been writing much, I know this isn’t great but I need to post something. Hardly edited so apologies In advance.

She knows. She knows how I feel. She can see it in the way I look at her, the way I gaze at her. She knows that my body magnetises to hers, she knows that the reason I’m always taking off my coat around her isn’t because I’m simply ‘hot’, it’s because of the blush, the constant undeniable blush that kisses my cheeks, gives me away every time I’m in her presence.

She can see it in the way I admire her, constantly, always complimenting her style, her hair, her make up, her nails, her jewellery, her clothes, her perfume, her shoes, all the things I can on the outside, but I wish she could see all the things I see on the inside, her personality, her mind, her sweetness, her stubbornness, her love, her kindness, her wit, her drive and protectiveness, but how do I say say that and not sound like a total freak?

She can be standing on a podium and have everyone whipped, completely in awe of her, wrapped around her little finger…well, she definitely has the effect on me. She can do anything, or perhaps nothing at all and I will still find her the most interesting and important person in a room, sitting in the weathervane just minding her own business, walking in the sunshine every afternoon at 4:30pm on the dot, even if it’s raining or gloomy out she still manages to be outdoors even if it’s only for a short while. I adore her, all of her, every little thing, but I’m not as daft to believe she feels the same.

The first time I realised, the very first moment I came to the conclusion that I didn’t just care for her as a friend, was when I found her at the lake one night, completely wasted, completely exhausted and completely out of it. I didn’t even utter a word, nor did I question the reason of her state, I simply took her cheeks in my palms and stared into her drunken, dazed, piercing, blue eyes, even then as a mess she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I took her hand in mine, feeling the softness of her touch, feeling her warmth radiating into my own skin. I guided her back to her office, cleaning up a broken glass and disposing of the empty bottles of wine. She stood still as if she would break if she moved, even just a little, tears were threatening to spill from swollen eyes down cold flushed cheeks.

As I returned to her, I grasped the thick cream coat draped over her shoulders and pulled it off, lightly tossing it onto the back of a nearby chair. Stood deadly quiet in front of her, the air of the room was filled with rather loud emotions, her breathing was shallow yet sharp, controlled but unsober. She was tired, she was sad and she was lonely, I reached for her earrings and I unclasped them relieving her of the tension, as well as her necklace, bracelet and watch, cupping the back of her hand I raised it to the space between us and put the jewellery in her palm, a silent plea for her to turn in and go to bed.

As I took the step towards the door, she reached out and stoped me, my wrist was held in a tight grip, that in itself was a plea on her behalf. I saw in her face what she wanted, the expression I will never forget. ‘Please don’t leave’. Is what she conveyed, letting a tear roll down her porcelain skin, stepping back I raised my hand to her face wipped it away, I told her with my own eyes ‘I can’t, I can’t because I won’t leave’. She let go and watched as I walked away.

I wanted to stay, I wanted to show her I’m here, I’ve always been here, but alas my heart couldn’t handle the overwhelming feeling that I can’t have her. Days, weeks, months passed without a single word of that night, but we knew, each and every moment we saw each other from that day it was different, a new understanding, a new appreciation, a safe atmosphere, a distant longing. I know she knows. She can see it in the way I try to avoid her, she can see it in the way I’m softly spoken when addressing her in an almost timid manner.

Next was the rave’in, it was the first time I had ever been so affected by someone’s beauty, as a chaperone I didn’t think I would find much personal enjoyment out of the night, yet when she walked through the doors adorning a slim red dress and elbow length gloves I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat, I could feel my chest aching, I could feel my soul reaching for her. She looked at me once that whole night, her superficial smile faded and cheeks tinged with a pink hue, I almost missed it due to the low lighting of the hall and once again no words were uttered out loud, but I could tell what she was feeling, I felt it too.

More weeks passed and time slowed, each day dragging on longer taunting me with the fact that my days mean nothing, my mornings, my afternoons, my nights, my lonely, quiet nights. Time knew to, it knew that I yearned for her, it knew that I knew she was also lonely and longing, not necessarily for me, but for someone…anyone. It seems that the lord of dreaming knew too, my restless nights only consisted of her, turns out the waking world is just reality, not dreams, because if they were I’d be awaking to the smell of hot tea and the sweet aroma of her silver spun hair, I’d roll over in silk sheets to find a beautifully bound book held in slender hands with red fingernails carefully spreading the pages open and a woman who was carved from marble blissfully unaware of my drowsy smile.

She is beautiful, she is blithe, she is grace and she is the epitome of all things breathtaking, I don’t just mean the exterior, the facade of professionalism, the mask, I see her, I see her as she is, as she always has been. Today is when she let it slip, her meticulously curated front fell, only a little, but enough for me to see something was wrong, she was breaking. Sitting in the conference room with the entirety of nevermores staff, her shoulders were tense, her brows lightly furrowed and eyes almost unrecognisable without the usual glint of optimism, every time she needed to speak she would swallow hard as if trying to rid a lump in her throat before stuttering out somewhat cohesive responses.

She didn’t want to be there. In fact the second the meeting adjourned she picked up her phone, paperwork and cold coffee cup and made her way back to her office without a glance back at the room. I saw her body sway haphazardly as she reached her large wooden doors, I started to second guess following her, I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t know why I felt the need to trail so awkwardly behind her, but something in me needed to make sure she was ok.

When I arrived at her once again closed doors, I raised my fist in the air ready to knock and took a deep breath, what exactly I was readying myself for at the time, I had no idea. Drawing back about to strike the wood with my knuckles a rather frantic student came bolting down the corridor. “Miss y/l/n! Please! There’s a pack of wear wolfs fighting in the quad and you’re the first teacher I found.” A very puffed Enid Sinclair breathed out.

I turned on the spot, immediately she lead the way, I could see over the railing the four boys who were tackling each other in the mud, seems that a down pour took place when in the meeting. Running down the stairs in a hurry, I told her to stay under shelter and not risk getting involved, a look of warning was given to all surrounding students as they watched the commotion. A deep breath. “Hey!” I shouted, only one of the boys looked to see who it was. Then and there I took it upon myself to do what I just said not to, get involved.

I marched into the rain and b-lined to the commotion. “Stop it, for god sake!” At this point I was just blatantly annoyed, putting myself in the line of fire I reached out and pulled two of the boy’s shirt collars and ripped them apart standing between the two. “Pull yourselves together! Your parents don’t pay your tuition for you to pull this crap!” I yelled. I stepped past the two and stood in front of the next boys who were still, pathetically might I add, punching on. I didn’t say a word, but quickly did they stop.

A stern expression was sent their way and the looks I received in return were nothing short of apologetic and anxious glances, they all know what’s to come, however I can’t be bothered to make a mess of the rest of the day. “Shower, Dinner and dorm. Do you all understand?” I asked the boys, nods and ‘yes Miss’s, erupted quietly and quickly before they scurried off to their appointed tasks. “Back to the dining hall, now.” I said to all the other lurking kids.

It’s really starting to pour down, the morning sunshine completely gone and replaced with cold showers and gloomy skies. Seeing I’m already soaked to the bone i thought I may as-well take a moment to enjoy it, except when I raised my head, I saw her, hands clamped to the railing, a somewhat frightened look on her face and the realisation that she’d been seen. I stared at her, I could see in her eyes that she was torn, even from this far away.

She whipped around and sauntered away. I know she knows. I didn’t waste time, I trudged back through the mud and made it to the stairs, after taking a few steps I removed my shoes and carried them the rest of the way, every hurried step along the freezing stones, was another step closer to her. The second I made it to her office I dropped my shoes and opened the door without knocking.

She was there. Her back turned towards me staring out the large window behind her desk, her head bowed slightly and hands hugging onto her torso. I stood rooted in place dripping wet and heavily breathing. “Larissa.” I said quietly, her head raised and arms dropped to her side, she peered over her shoulder to glance at me, her body following, turning to fully gaze at me.

‘Please’.

‘Please’.

I didn’t take my eyes off hers. Not even when she took a step and a step back, second guessing herself. Not even when she finally decided to let go and stride directly towards me, not until she reached to my face with her warm hands and kissed me. I know she knows. She knows… that I know.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

———

@sabraaabra

[dreamhot]

i think we should talk more about truman (the copy cat)

i ALWAYS want to talk more about truman

ngl the other day i was very unsober and i started talking to my roommate about cats and i got so emotional that i burst into tears and could barely get the words out. i love these stupid kitties so damn much it's actually embarrassing

the server already saw this one but i will share the Gift Inspector for everyone here too <3

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

Me when i can't procrastinate any longer and actually have to start writing this essay

[stillwanderer]

maybe i’ll write you a letter, explaining every single word unsaid that i thought was for better, diminishining the emotions that lie dormant in me, acting as if I won the life of my dreams, I see you when I sleep, I envision conversations that we never had on repeat, i question what it is that made you want me, & if it’s true that you would do what it takes for us to be happy..for now i’ll sit and steep with this closure, the rollercoaster ride we went on is over, spent so many days numbing emotions unsober, maybe next lifetime or one day when we’re older..

Is it self sabotage or exposure?

[darlinvandijk]

Baby you’re drunk

Concept: request where “I HAD THIS DAYDREAM THE OTHER DAY, WHERE THE GIRL IS DRUNK AND KEEPS TELLING RUEL ABOUT HER AMAZING BOYFRIEND - WHO IS RUEl”, because I found it cute as fuck and decided I had to write about it. Also they’re of legal age to drink since I don’t want to like promote underage alcohol consumption! Dm me and whatnot for requests! Hope you enjoy :)

I let out a laugh as I watch Andy gag after taking her shot, reaching for the juice she had on standby to be her chaser. The girls and I decided that today we were going to have a girls night in, to relax and catch up with one another, let’s just say there may be a bit of alcohol involved in our activities for the night. I grin as Jade grabs my hand and pulls me up with her, dancing to the beat of the song playing, feeling completely at ease with life.

“Babes lets do more shots!” Andy screeches, the rest of us cheering as she does so. We all line up at the counter with our shot glasses, clinking them together before letting the burning liquid race down our throats. I let out a light cough before taking a drink of my cranberry juice, feeling the alcohol add to my already tipsy state.

Time flys by, because next thing we know we’re all giggling drunk messes sprawled out across the couches, all holding our own solo cups filled with whatever concoction we came up with. I take a swig of my drink, laughing as Ally tells a completely unfiltered story, knowing we’re all going to regret the drinking we’re doing tomorrow morning. Let’s just say, the thought of a terrible hangover didn’t stop us.

“Lets prank call someone” Ashley slurs out, grinning at the massive smiles we all send her about her great idea. We gather up in a circle on the floor, prank calling multiple people from each other’s contacts, before we get to the call the girls are most excited for. They all drunkenly smirk at me as I give them a weary look, unsure of if it’s a good idea.

“I don’t know if we should call Ruel, like what if he gets worried” I state, not noticing the slur of my words from being completely inebriated. They all laugh and reassure me that it’ll be fine before I ultimately agree and dial the number to my beautiful boyfriend.

“Hello?” He questions as soon as he answers the phone, confused on why an unknown number was calling him. We all laugh but try to keep it quiet, unknowingly failing as we do so. On the other side Ruel rolls his eyes, knowing exactly who’s calling him, since he just so happened to fall in love with the exact laugh that was the loudest.

“Is this the Krusty Krab?” I ask, mustering the deepest voice I can. The girls collapse around me completely losing their minds, as I hold in my laugh with tears falling down my face. I wipe at my eyes as I lose my shit, feeling as though I’ve asked the funniest thing known to man.

“No, this is Patrick” Ruel replies with a roll of his eyes, knowing I’m completely wasted from the slur and sway of my speech. The girls and I immediately burst out laughing, hanging up the phone as we try to keep our identities hidden. As soon as I hang up, I almost instantly see my phone light up, with an incoming call from Ruel. We all instantly try to stop laughing, knowing that if he catches on to how unsober I am, he’ll instantly come and pick me up.

“Hey baby” He states as soon as I answer, causing me to blush as the girls all smile at me, all of them absolutely adoring the relationship we have. I take a deep breath in, hoping I’ll be able to pull off a good enough act to stay a little longer, the girls all give me encouraging looks.

“Hi bubs, what’s up?” I question, hearing him let out a chuckle, oblivious to the obvious slur in my tone. All of us give each other weary looks, unsure on how to trick him into letting me stay, all of us knowing he doesn’t like when he’s not with me when I’m intoxicated.

“Just missing you, you’ll never believe the call I just got baby. They asked for the Krusty Krab, you wouldn’t know who called me would you?” He questions, all of us instantly freezing at his question, because there’s no way he could possibly know that it was us that called him. I let out a nervous laugh before trying to answer as strongly as possible.

“Really? I have no clue who that could have been, but we’re uh watching movies so I’ll talk to you later, love you, bye!” I blurt our, rushing to hit the end call button, but him beating me to it as he cuts me off.

“Nope, I’m coming to get you. Make sure you’re ready to leave, because love I can tell how drunk you are. You’re all going to regret this in the morning, love you and see you soon” He laughs out, all of us hearing the obvious smirk in his voice. We all let out matching groans before I reply to him and tell him that I love him and will see him soon.

“Okay we have approximately 15-20 minutes till he gets here, time for shots!” Ally yells, rushing to grab the drinks as we all stumble after her in excitement. We drink a little more than we probably should, enjoying our time together as we laugh about childhood memories, but end up going silent as we hear someone knock on the door. Andy gets up to answer the door, leaning across the doorway so that Ruel is stuck outside laughing as he sees the state we are all in. We’re all staring at him wide eyed, not fully comprehending who the tall green eyed boy is, watching me with a small smile.

“Andy I know you and the girls don’t want her to leave, but it’s time for her to go home and sleep off all this alcohol” he laughs, watching the sad looks on our faces as we all groan. We know he’s right in the back of our minds, since he’s the only one that can actually handle and take care of drunk me, also the only one that can take care of hangover me, because trust me she’s not a pretty site.

I get up and stumble around as I hug the girls goodbye and walk to wear he’s still standing in the doorway, he softly smiles at me before lacing our fingers together. I watch our hands and smile, feeling the way they perfectly fit together. He chuckles and waves goodbye to the girls, lifting me up into his arms and walking us to the car. He opens the passenger door and slides me in, buckling me up as I stare at him in awe, completely floored by the beautiful boy in front of me. He lets out a soft laugh and brushes some of my hair out of my face, watching the way my face heats up as his eyes look over my face. He closes the door and walks to the drivers side, getting in and buckling up so we can leave, placing his hand on my thigh but looking at me in shock as I push it off of me.

“Sorry bud, I can’t let you do that. I have a boyfriend, who won’t be happy about this.” I huff out, giving him a small glare for trying to make moves on me. He looks over at me and rolls his eyes, realizing that I might be a little more than just tipsy from my girls night. I continue to stare at him, with a hazy glare, watching as he glances over at me every now and then while he drives. My eyes slowly start to wander over him, before I snap my attention to the windshield, feeling guilty about how attractive I found him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know. What’s your boyfriend like?” He questions me softly, causing me to breakout in a lovestruck grin. I let out a sigh, thinking about the beautiful boy I’m smitten with, not realizing that said boy is watching me with a matching love filled grin.

“He’s perfect, like he’s cuddly and loves me for me. He’s kind of an idiot, but he’s my idiot. I miss him” I start off excitedly, before getting sad and feeling my eyes start to well up with unshed tears. The smile falls off his face as he watches the whirlwind of emotions pass through me, immediately questioning me again to get me to not cry.

“I bet he misses you too, don’t worry you’ll see him soon, since he’s the one that has to take care of you when you’re a little too tipsy. Now tell me more about this oh so perfect man” he laughs out, watching the way I excitedly shake my head up and down, thrilled with the thought of getting to talk about him. I reach over and grip his arm that’s resting on the middle console, completely overwhelmed with happiness.

“I don’t know where to start, he’s tall as fuck, he has pretty green eyes, and his hair is literally just ughhh-” I groan out, wondering how such an insanely attractive guy like Ruel fell for me. I glance over at the green eyed boy for a second before noticing something, “hey you kinda look like him, do you know him?” I slur out, watching as he laughs and gives me a little smirk. He nods his head causing me to gasp, confused on why I’ve never met him before.

“Yeah, we’re actually like really close. He talks about you all the time you know-” he states, watching the curious look that fills my eyes. I shift to turn and face him, falling over a little onto the dashboard before his hand shoots out and presses me back against the seat, cutting him off from what he was about to say. He watches me with a cautious look before letting his hand move back to the console, “how about I tell you more once I get you back home.” He states, leaving no room for arguments. I nod my head, feeling more sluggish than usual, before slowly drifting off.

———

I wake up to the feeling of someone removing my pants, instantly becoming alarmed. I let out a shriek and kick my attacker away, not being able to fully control the movements of my body, only to have them grab my feet and let out a laugh. My blurry eyes finally land on the figure, seeing the same boy from earlier watching me with a small boyish grin, I smile back before I notice I have no shirt on and my pants are halfway down my legs. I drunkenly sit up and push him away, using my arms to cover my body.

“Stop it! I have a boyfriend, I told you that. I love him too much to let you do this you little fuck” I snap out, my speech still heavily slurred from my drinks that I had half an hour ago. He rolls his eyes and walks to the closet, pulling out one of my boyfriends shirts, before coming to sit on the bed next to me.

“I know you have a boyfriend, because guess what? He’s me” he groans out, wanting to get me dressed and back to sleep. I watch him with a glare, completely not believing him. Upon seeing my doubtful expression, he stands in front of me with a groan. He exasperatedly throws his hands in the air, unsure on how to convince me, since I’ve never gotten this drunk before.

“Look I promise I’m you’re boyfriend. That’s why we look the same, that’s why I knew how to get here, knew where his clothes where, and also how I had a house key considering you left yours here. Also you’re never getting this drunk again, I don’t think I could take it” He states, watching the look of awe take over my face, as if he just performed a magic trick in front of me.

“You’ve been my boyfriend this whole time? How come you didn’t tell me! Oh my god I have the hottest boyfriend alive, do you love me?” I excitedly slur out, watching the way his face softens as he sits next to me, softly taking the rest of my pants off and putting his shirt on me. He grabs my hand and places a kiss to my palm, before leaning his face against it.

“I love you more than anything, I love you so much that I’m willing to take care of you when you do shit like this, and also willing to take care of you when you’re hungover. You’re gonna be an absolute monster in the morning” he muses, watching how my love filled grin turns into a glare at his words, him instantly chuckling before reaching for the nightstand. He passes me a water bottle, watching me stare at it with a hesitant glance. He lets out a sigh before opening it and placing it against my lips, I instantly push it away.

“I think I drank too much today, I shouldn’t have anymore, you should know that Ruel.” I state, crossing my arms defiantly. He lets out an annoyed groan, running his hand down his face, looking at me with a pleading glare. I clumsily grab the bottle, lifting it to my nose, before giving him a confused look.

“Baby it’s not vodka, it’s water. You’re too drunk and need it, so drink the water before I take drastic measures” he dramatically groans, throwing himself back on to the bed. I let out a laugh at his antics, drinking from the bottle like I haven’t drank anything in years. He rips the bottle away from me, looking at me with fear in his eyes, watching me as he waits for the inevitable.

“Oh no I drank too much, I’m gonna puke” I cry out, watching his eyes widen as he puts the water on the nightstand and sprints to the bathroom with me in his arms. He drops me onto the floor, instantly using one hand to lift the lid, the other hand going straight to my hair to put it in a makeshift ponytail. I gag as feel all the liquid in my stomach slosh around, feeling Ruel rub my back lightly. Once I finish, he sets me on the counter, getting out my toothbrush and brushing my teeth for me, giving me a small smile as he sees my teary eyes.

“Baby you’re gonna be the death of me” he groans out, causing me to shrug and wrap my arms around him. He carries me to the bed, wrapping me up in his arms, knowing the next 24 hours are going to be long. I shift backwards, pushing myself into him as much as I can, having sobered up a bit from everything leaving my stomach. He lets out a chuckle and kisses the top of my head, squeezing me tighter against him.

“Ruel, it was me” I hesitantly whisper out, feeling him tense at my ominous statement. He shifts and leans over me, peering at me with cautious eyes. I look away, not able to handle his unwavering gaze. He instantly tilts my head back so that I make eye contact with him, giving me a small nod in hopes of urging me to elaborate.

“What was you Baby?” He questions slowly, watching as a guilty expression covers my face. I put my hands over my face, letting out a sigh, knowing the truth has to come out at some point. Hopefully he doesn’t break up with me over it.

“It was me. I was the Krusty Krab caller” I cry out, throwing myself on top of him. He freezes and sends me a small glare. Watching as the guilt on my face worsens, letting out a groan and running his hands across his face.

Let’s just say that after that night I never drank that much again, because my Krusty Krab call almost broke him. He’s the shell of the man he once used to be.

[oh-gosh-oh-no]

feck i can't watch shows that i relate to. i just started the first episode of euphoria and i can't get myself to watch anymore because shit's too real, dood

the feels are hitting too strong

like the movies and shows i can watch are things that have a level of like… abstraction… to them… like it’s easier to watch stuff where i can’t relate at all to the protagonist and the conflicts are outside the realm of reality because its cheap fun that doesn’t play w emotions

feck I’m really sad and lowkey wanna get unsober now

[grandzealot]

also a day late but since ive been working on those morning after things some tmi adult oriented notes about richter for anyone new or who forgot: ( *if uve been following awhile nothings new lmao )

he does have things that appeal to him in particular like lingerie and being outside like on the ground n making a mess... and he likes things rough and aggressive [ and can go very extreme w certain other ppl, not naming names ( ATTICUS ) ]

BUT

by default hes really selfless and he doesnt want to reveal anything about himself and isnt comfortable being himself... so unless hes got a ship going on thats been going on awhile and its been a physical relationship for awhile, theyre not really gonna know anything about him from one or twenty nights spent together [ other than maybe his eyes staring at lingerie or him seeming extra excited if theyre outside maybe... but hes not going to suggest anything or admit anything himself ]

so for the situations where its a one night stand he was likely attentive in bed but not really taking initiative with someone he doesnt know very well [ tho hes very much not a bottom ] and he definitely asks his partner if theyre satisfied before theyre done and will do all he can with his hands and mouth to please them – hed seem reluctant to receive oral because he wouldnt really relax with all the attention on him bc he has such a drive to perform and do his duty lmao

hed show no lack of interest or arousal but his main goal would be pleasing his partner

and hes not v vocal but hes obviously staring and breathing heavy and into it

also he will not sleep w someone who is intoxicated or under the influence as far as he knows [ bc he usu cant imagine a sober person would want his company that way so he def doesnt want to worry some unsober person is making a mistake ]

annnnnd when alls said and done, he doubts anyone is really attracted to him so he kinda thinks theyre just...being nice to him. and that makes him have a soft spot for them, he feels like he owes them a little and that theyre kind. [ someone can manipulate him rly easily by sleeping w him consistently lmao ]  and eventually after enough of that hell go along with anybody telling him they have a romantic relationship and saying that they love each other even if he doesnt feel any fire in particular [ he assumes others understand emotions better than himself so hell believe them ]

also he assumes a partner is settling for him and is inclined to settle himself

he can get to a point of comfort with anybody who at least pretends to be consistent but a deeper romance with him isnt rly likely to happen the majority of the time 

lmao i think thats everything of default relevance

[naferty]

Incubus&demon au: does anyone ever get aggressive w tony or is stane/hammer part of this au and how does Steve react to them? When does tony find out what the binding means? How long after the first night does it take Steve and tony to get together again?

So many questions. It’s like we’re all wearing glasses and dissecting this poor au. Incubus Tony ain’t ever gonna rest, is he?

When it comes to the receiving end of any aggression, it usually comes form other supernatural creatures. Humans, in general, steer clear of anything remotely not human, no matter how humanoid they looked. And humans are looked upon as weak from the supernatural community. All the same, limited, so weak and defenseless. There’s no fun in tormenting them.

Besides, the supernatural laws forbid it.

No, supernatural creatures are aggressive to each other since they know the only thing to hurt them are other creatures. So there’s territory wars, rivalries, mortal enemies (vampires vs werewolves, elf vs fae, ogres vs orcs, ect.) and just in general fear of a rarely seen creature they know is too powerful to take down.

Tony as an incubus doesn’t experience much of this. He feeds off sex and minds his own buisness. Closest thing to fighting is going up against other incu and succubaes. But he does have annoying creatures who can’t take no for an answer. Hammer is one, thinking himself as Tony’s rival. Sunset is another, a succubus having tried to win Tony’s love and nearly succeeding if it wasn’t for Pepper beating her up and chasing her off her side of town.

Then there’s Obie, an old vampire who had been friends with incubus Howard and raised Tony as his own, only to turn on him and take the wealth Howard had managed to accumulate over the years of bedding noble woman way back then. Tony was left with nothing and had to start over, starting from the bottom and getting to where he is now. A simple inccubus in charge of a small company with steady income. He’s no billionaire, but he’s living and has no media on his ass 24/7. He works and finds dinner without interruptions. His company isn’t in the fortune 500s yet, but for a creature owned business it’s pretty high up.

He hasn’t heard high or low about Obie since centuries back when he screwed him over and he’s had no reason to worry. Not until word goes out about suspiciously familiar death scenes that tell him Obie was back and he doesn’t want to say hello or catch up.

Safe to say, while Tony has more to lose now than back then with Howard’s wealth, he also has a very possessive and protective demon who doesn’t take threats to his incubus lightly and can’t stand the idea of someone else hurting what’s his.

Tony doesn’t find out about the binding until a few weeks after it occurs. He’s too busy trying to run away and figure out how, no matter where he goes, Steve always, always, finds him. Even with Pepper and Rhodey trying to help him hide Steve always finds a way to him.

He only discovers it when talking to a sorcerer and trying to find a way to keep hidden from Steve. Wear an amulet of sorts, get a spell on him, anything so long as the demon stops spoiling his dinners. But then Strange begins to explain that demons aren’t capable of just finding someone unless they made a deal or agreed to a binding.

“Beg your pardon?”

“A binding. When the demon’s patron agrees to connect their soul to that of the demon’s. In order to do so the demon asks thrice and the patron answers and must mean it. It’s an oral contract with no means to break it, unless either the demon or patron are deceased. The common form of the question is ‘Who do you belong to?’ Never answer that.”

Tony paled the more the sorcerer explained. Strange noticed it and arched an eyebrow. “Do you recall this demon asking?” He did. Through the haze of heat and pleasure he recalled Steve asking exactly that and his passionate responses. “Were you unsober and compromised? Unless you felt the emotions the binding wouldn’t go through if you hadn’t meant it.” The color returned and he went bright red. He had answered when his mind had been fogged with want. He had meant it.

Strange knew he was an incubus and Strange easily figured out what the intense blush meant. “Oh dear.”

It actually takes a couple of days for them to get together again. Steve is persistent in interrupting his dinners and as he grows hungrier the idea of bedding Steve again and receiving that incredible meal becomes more and more tempting. If he thought he was suffering before with his dry time it’s even worse with Steve taking away the little luck he still had.

Tony looked at the girl storming off in a huff with a defeated gaze. This was the seventh girl he managed to get interested in him only for Steve to pull his stupid “baby i didn’t expect to see you here!” gimmick and made her storm off. He was starving at this point and the demon showed no pity for him.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked with a tone of surrender. He was too hungry to get angry or annoyed or even worry about the demon standing so close to him.

“I get jealous, dear. Don’t you know that?”

With a sigh Tony began walking, legs shaky from the lack of food. No point in trying to escape. He didn’t think he could. More likely he’d drop dead from the twisting feeling in his stomach.

The demon followed. Naturally. “You know I’m still here. All you have to do is ask when you’re hungry. I’ll be more than happy to help.”

Tony hunched. Why was this demon taunting him? “You’re willing to let me starve just to prove your superiority?”

“I’m not proving anything. I just don’t like others touching what’s mine.” Suddenly Steve appeared in front of him, so fast Tony only had time to blink before his face was within inches of his own. Eyes sharp and blue and fierce. “You’re willing to starve to defend your pride? I’m a demon, not a reaper. I’m able to feed you ten times better than any human you’re trying to pick up.”

So close. Steve stood so close and Tony can practically taste the lust in the air. He sucked in a small breath through his mouth and pressed the pheromones on the back of his tongue. Damn it was so good.

His stomach rumbled and that was all he needed to launch himself against Steve’s mouth, kissing fiercely. Steve reached his hands under his legs and hoisted him, making him wrap them around his waist. Quicker than a flash they were out of the streets and already inside Steve’s apartment and Tony ate everything he could.

[businessfrontrunners]

Women In Wealth Management, Marcia Meredith Shares “How to Get A Seat At The Table.”

https://authoritypresswire.com/?p=34099 In the world of the have and the have not’s, money, wealth, and power are the continued era of our time. We have financial planners, advisors, hedge funds & managers, traders, stockbrokers, wealth managers, all groomed to manage the mighty dollar and every other form of currency known to man. Marcia Meredith has been in the Wealth Management space for the latter of her financial career these last 11 years. Marcia says, "She does not think she has seen it all but has seen a lot from greed to striptease, theft, fraud, forgery, cutthroat, and circumvention. She recalled that if she had not been lied to 15 times by 9 am in 2011; she had not been on the phone long enough. “War rooms and wounds,” she exclaimed, coming along way since then. The relationships, gains, riches have been rewarding, all worth its salt, from the open shores advancing to closed board room doors, late-night handlings, and country club talks." As an independent Wealth Asset Manager, Marcia’s journey came at the end of the recession, reinventing herself in the financial arena during summer 2010. Marcia exclaimed she did not choose Wealth Management; the pathway was chosen for her. “I asked for none of it; I remember during the first month I walked away declaring this is crazy. I don’t have time for this." A month later, "I received a call that was the defining moment realizing this journey was purposely designed for me. I stood still and said Okay, God, I am here.” “As the sun and moon give us time and seasons, generational wealth has stood as the pillar of ages. So, how does one get a seat at the table in a male-dominated industry?” Marcia continues, First, identify these key facts: Aware this is a predominately man’s world, playing a man’s game on his board Know when to stand down, when to speak and when to shut up. Understand the invitation sought for the table one seeks and with whom one shall be seated (Know Your Client-KYC) If invited to the table and requested to stay, maintain position, keep your seat. (The worst thing is having your seat revoked, invite rescinded, then blacklisted) That is the polite way of saying “get out.” Covering the basics- when at the table, overstand as the woman, we will always be the odd man out, our advantage is we bring perspective, instinct, multi-dimensions as there is no job description for these particular skillsets- technical thinking, book, street, spiritual, language, analysis, logistics, data, full contractual writing with a legal mindset, seasoned wisdom – all these working simultaneously together. One cannot survive without the other while the focus is the targeted objective, mitigating, negotiating, resolves, troubleshooting; do not kid yourself although the pasture is green, there will be weeds. Every pasture needs a good grooming. The end result is a successful close." Marcia Meredith teaches the power of, "10 Successful Ways For Women To Get A Seat At The Table." Do more listening than talking. Be resolution-oriented, do not spend time discussing the problem. Discuss the solution. Always have a strategic plan – Ensure it is the best plan. What is the best plan? A win/win for everyone. NO DRAMA. Wealth Management is a specific kind of class, a special kind of grace and etiquette that should be exemplified at all times. Possibility of managing the finances and wealth of royal families, heritage and trust fund babies, country dignitaries’ sultans, fortune 100 billionaires, Single Family Offices, and those not listed in Forbes who disdain the thought; their fortunes are so long there is not enough space on the screen to count the zeros; microchips are issued, yes, I said it. Sorry, I let that secret out—no more secret exposure. Never get emotional; be bold, brave. Cry in the car. Sorry Gentlemen, Women think better than a man. Coachable, teachable. Never misrepresent; tell the truth even when the answer is unknown. Acknowledge weakness while recognizing room to grow by asking for mentorship in a specific area. Maintain integrity. Never compromise morals, honor, and loyalty for any deal/transaction. Keep in mind; tests are always administered. Can we trust you? The core of you will bleed through like an unsober man tells no lies. Remain professional. Women overstand when the Net 9 or 10 figures come to the table, do not change your voice into a seductress, seducing mode. It is the quickest way to get terminated before getting started. Witnessed too many times. Marcia has seen them come and seen them go, has remained the only woman at the table making boss moves, and recommendations other women searching for a new niche on the global scene can also perform if acquiring a seat at the table. Determining the next move in this ever-changing climate can be challenging, overstand, currency movement will not change, and generational wealth building is on the rise. Research, conduct due diligence, consider a career in finance. Finance is vast, with many options unexposed to young minds growing up. Still, given the options, opportunities, and exposure, there are many financial positions available to create diversity in gender and color that can control futures and navigate destiny. For more information on Marcia Meredith, see www.rosdimere.com.

[surveysonfleek]

783.

Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? never. What would you want your last words to be if you could choose them? telling a family member or my boyfriend that i love them.

Can you sleep with the light on? only if i’m really tired or if i have a sleeping mask on. What’s the most bizzarre Horror movie you’ve ever seen? this one on netflix where a lot of random people appear in a room, i think they’re each standing on a platform with a number? then they all have to kill someone off one by one by voting. something like that. it was weird. What band can’t you stand listening to? idk, if i don’t like them i simply won’t listen.

Would you ever take a Lie Detector test for your significant other? i mean i could coz i have nothing to hide. What food doesn’t go well at all together? chocolate and spinach lol. What is your favorite food group? meat and veg. Are you easily influenced? nope. What is your favorite Mystery/Crime/FBI related show? quantico. Do you necessarily have to be unsober to have a good time? not at all. So how do you feel about the color mahogany? i like it. Would you ever have a Bird as a pet? i did as a kid. probably won’t get one again. Hows’ your relationship between you and your Grandparents? they’ve all passed away. Ever had a forbidden love or lover? nope. What genre of books tend to take you to a whole different world? obviously fantasy. Do you have a photographic memory? kinda. sometimes. At the end of the day what or whom do you find yourself thinking about the most? going to sleep. Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? nope. i’d hate to, i’d be too emotional. Do you know someone who’s been cremated? yes. What subject do you think school or college could really do without? there’s a use for everything i’d assume. What is your current problem? saving for vacation. Any events coming up that your looking forward to? the weekend.

Do you like canopy beds? they’re okay, i’ve never actually slept in one before.

What is your favorite animated movie? aladdin and mulan.

Would you rather live in a small town or a big city? big city. i’d rather not bump into someone i know all the time. If you could summon any animal to come to your rescue what animal would it be and why? a dragon.

[thepunksink]

hahahahaha fuck at wanting to talk to everyone you know about this but feeling uncomfortable because you know all of them know the person and it’s gonna start a drama bomb and you just want  to fucking process this I’ve been trying not to cry since yesterday afternoon because that’s like accepting it but putting off dealing with the emotions that comes with this is unhealthy too Im so angry because I never thought that person would do that shit and I dont think they realized what it was and Im angry at myself for letting this happen and im so angry for not realizing what happened until I was telling the story about that night and then seeing my   friends face drop and then realizing that my  story was really fucked up and I’d  brushed it off after it happened because I though’t it was my fault even though I said no and just chalked it up to stupid unsober decisions but the more I remember that night the more I remember how awful I felt and christ Im sorry im probably gonna be posting a lot about this because I dont want to talk to the people close to me about it anymore I dont want to seem like im waving around a victim card just cos I dont like my ex but I feel so alone I just want to tell my mom I just want to cry about it and have someone hug me and help me through this 

[mylifeisafirehazard]

A drunken time to vent and ramble

Ignore if you are adverse to drunken ramblings with a large possibility of speling errors.

I don’t know where I belong anymore. Or I never did. I exist in this state where I’m dropping out of college for my dream job but I’m still pursuing school but I’m committing to my job. A lot in my life is so on the fence between each of two ambivalent options. I feel my social aptitude has died. I’ve been the loved of a group and I’ve been the most insignificant of a group. At this point I feel as if I’m floating in a space where roles are undetermined and there’s no way to define where I am. It’s been one year since I’ve last been in love and there’s been no sign of another who looks at me the same way my dreams hope they would. Maybe I’m presumption as I’m only 21. Maybe I’m forecasting an eternity of loneliness. Maybe I’m showing how ultimately unkept and untamed my bottled emotions really were. I’m another case of thousands of emotionally silent human beings who choose to spill and leak their disgusting feelings only when they feel the most unsober. I wonder how this sounds undrunken. Ultimately, I’m disatisfied with where my social life has landed at this very moment and in the foreshadowed following moments. I feel as if my career is blooming, if I don’t fuck it up, but the rest of my life is slowly receding into a sad and sullen reclinement where I drown the despair in sound via Spotify and fabricate playlists in a desperate effort to relate to someone or something about these feelings that are destroying me. Is my empathy so potent that I must feel equally eaten up by the tragedies of those who sing in my ears or are my experiences so dull that a mention of sadness causes me to crumble?

I’ve reached the amount of alcohol it takes to get to a very sad Corey.

No regrets, definitely posting this. For those wishing to message me about how outlandish and hilariously drunk I’ve been in writing this, please try your best to be supportive over humiliating. I’m just so lost with myself.