tony the dj

(DJ KnockOut) - R&B Mix 

Tony Toni Tone - Anniversary
Aaliyah - Rock The Boat
Notorious BIG - One More Chance (Remix)
Ashanti - Foolish
Miguel - How Many Drinks
112 - Cupid
Donell Jones - Shorty (Got Her Eyes On Me)
Jodeci - Come & Talk To Me (Remix)
The Dream - I Love Your Girl
Chris Brown - Strip
Chris Brown - Privacy
Dru Hill - Sleeping In My Bed (So So Def Remix)
Keyshia Cole - Let It Go ft. Missy Elliott & Lil Kim
Diddy - I Need A Girl Pt. 2 Ft. Ginuwine & Loon
Mary J Blige - Real Love
Faith Evans - Love Like This Before
Pharrell - Frontin’
Jagged Edge - Put A Lil Umph In It Ft. Ashanti & Jermaine Dupri
Jacquees - Persian Rugs (Cover)
Rihanna - Sex With Me
R.Kelly - It Seems Like You’re Ready
Keith Sweat - Nobody
Usher - Nice & Slow
Pretty Ricky - Love Like Honey
Jeremih - Birthday Sex
Goldlink - Crew ft. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy

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Yes Ma'am (Montgomery De la Cruz Imagine)

OKAY HERE ME OUT This is my first imagine and I just wanted to see if I was any good at this, so feel free to leave feedback. I’m def Jeff trash but I just had this idea about my other baby Monty and wanted to run with it. I hope you guys enjoy!

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions alcohol (pls let me know if there is anything I should add)


(Y/N) was standing next to Tony at the dj station, the dance by then in full swing. Her eyes scanned the crowd of drunken teenagers dancing wildly as her fingers twisted in Tony’s headphone wire in boredom. Jessica had told her that going to the dance tonight would be a great time, but she had disappeared with Justin, leaving (Y/N) to wander by herself. Tony was doing his best to cheer her up but her mind was wondering to her boyfriend Montgomery, who she hadn’t seen yet tonight. Their relationship had been on the down low for months, both of them knowing that drama would be stirred up the second the news of their relationship got out. That’s why when Monty asked her to the dance, she sadly had to decline, telling him they’d find a dance to attend together once everyone had found out about their relationship.

“(Y/N) are you sure you’re alright?” Tony snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yeah!” She smiled politely at him, knowing he was trying his best to keep her entertained.“Yeah Tony I’m good.” She had spoke too soon as her attention turned back towards the crowd. Within seconds she had found Monty making his way through the crowd. The way that jacket fit his broad shoulders perfectly almost made her wanna give into him right then and there. But her thoughts were soon distracted by Montys actions as he came up behind Courtney, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) tried not to think too much of it until Courtney turned, pulling Monty closer to her and whispering in his ear as well. (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh and left the dj stand, forcing her way through hundreds of teenagers to get through the door. Monty spotted his girl leaving the place and excused himself from Courtney. He adjusted his jacket and picked up his pace as he followed (Y/N) out, trying to catch up with her.

“Babe!” He yelled once he had spotted her in the hallway. “Baby wait!” He called out again, softly taking her arm to stop her. She turned towards him, keeping her eyes down to hide her brewing tears of frustration. “What’s wrong?” He said softly bending down to try to get her to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” She raises her voice, almost shocked that he doesn’t know. His heart sinks, knowing he’s done something to upset her yet again. He couldn’t seem to get it right with her lately. “Mont you can’t just expect girls to be all over and have me be okay with it! Especially when you’re enjoying it so much!” She threw her arms up and rolled her eyes.

“She wasn’t.. I wasn’t.. it wasn’t like th-” Monty tried to tell her the truth because he knew how bad it looked. But telling girls exactly how he felt always made him feel weak, which is something Montgomery de la Cruz was never supposed to be.

“Mont I just wanna go home.” She held the bridge of her noise, clearly aggravated. He gulped.

“Let me at least bring you home.” He pleaded with her.

“Yeah right Monty. Like you’re sober enough for that.” She snapped more then she intended to, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been on her nerves this week. This was the third time in the last week Courtney had used Monty for some reason, and it looked like Monty was enjoying it. When in reality, Monty was just listening in on rumors going around, which he knew (Y/N) wouldn’t be proud of anyway. Giving in he got his keys out of his pocket, giving them to her.

“You’re right. I’ve been drinking. But at least let me get out of here with you?” He mumbles as she takes them from his hands. She nods understandably.

“Thanks.” He whispers as they make their way out to his jeep. As they finally arrive, he opens her door for her, but steps in front before she can get in. “I get nervous around you.” He admits, making (Y/N) furrow her eyebrows.

“Montgomery what’re you..”

“You make me nervous. I don’t wanna screw things up with you. I do stupid things and I make stupid decisions and I know I’m gunna disappoint you. And it fucking sucks cause I wanna change. I wanna be the best I can for you. And I’m working on that. But I’m not a cheater. And I could never.. I could never do anything like that to hurt you. I love you too much to risk that.” He looked for any response in her eyes, but he couldn’t find one. He’d never opened up to a girl like that before, and his nerves were getting the best of him. But he wasn’t about to let his dream girl slip away over a stupid dance.

“But Courtney.. ”

“Fuck Courtney. She uses me to spread rumors. That’s all that is. I don’t feel that way about anyone else but you.” She let out a sigh, keeping her eyes locked with his.

“I don’t want you to be nervous.” She sighs quietly. “I know who you are Mont, and I’m still here. I’m here because I know you aren’t that guy all the time. And I know you’re trying to change. I don’t get upset over you spreading rumors or stupid stuff like that. I get upset when I think other girls are getting to you.” He sighs shaking his head quickly.

“(Y/N), You’re the only girl that gets to me.” He says quietly, finally placing his hands softly on her hips. She looks up at him, giving him a small smile.

“I love you.” She whispers, keeping their eyes locked.

“I love you too.” He whispers back, finally leaning down to connect their lips together softly.

“Get in the car Montgomery.” She laughs out seconds after he pulls away, trying to get him to finally move and get into his seat so she could drive home.

“Yes ma'am” He smirked, kissing her cheek before making his way around the car.

Originally posted by knightlley

Clay Jensen, everybody 👏🏼
  • Clay: So, uhm, look, I'm not really sure how this is done, uh, I don't wanna be too formal, although it is the winter formal, I don't know if people actually ask people this, like, in the world, but, uhm, I was just saying... I wonder if you wanna dance?
  • Hannah: *decodes Clays babbling after ages* I would love to dance.
  • Clay: Awesome, ok, cool *throws jacket away* *starts madly jumping around*

shrikeseams  asked:

You asked for questions, so: What is the first thing DJ cooked all on his own? ( Possible follow-up: what was the first think he cooked on his own that was edible?)

“Dad day.”

Tony pried open one eyelid, squinting across the bed.  “Every day is dad day, I get all the days,” he said, as a plate was plopped on the sheets next to his pillow.  “This day is no different, and what is this new, fresh hell?”

DJ blinked at him, his dark eyes peering over the edge of the bed.  “Dad day,” he repeated, holding up a fork in one tiny fist.

Tony reached for it.  “Yes, yes, we’ve been through this, what-”  He rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow.  The plate contained a single, crispy-brown waffle.  That looked very much like Steve’s shield.  “Did you make me a waffle, bratbot?”

“Waffles,” DJ said, emphasizing the s with a great deal of enthusiasm.  He hopped up and down, his grin bright and wide.  “Waffles for ALL.”

“Excellent,” Tony agreed.  He moved the plate out of the way and reached for DJ.  “That is excellent.  Jay, help me out here, what’s the over under on getting a mouthful of eggshell here?  Raw flour?”

“The mix required only water and oil, and was mixed, with a great deal of gusto, in the blender,” Jarvis said.  He sounded resigned.  

Tony paused in the act of settling DJ in his lap.  “So.  The kitchen?”

“Requires a hazmat team,” Jarvis said.  In Tony’s lap, DJ giggled, reaching for the plate.

Tony got there first.  “Great.  Thank you.  That’s going to be a problem for after breakfast, or preferably someone other than me, that would be excellent.”  He pressed a kiss to DJ’s hair.  “Thank you.  That was very nice.  That was a gesture.”

“Dad day,” DJ said firmly.  He pulled an edge from the shield, his fingertips soaked in syrup.

“Okay, first of all, Dad Day is in June, it is not June, it is January, which is the opposite of June, and if you get syrup on my sheets-”  That was as far as he got before DJ wiped his sticky fingers on the sheets, and Tony gave up.  He dug the fork into the waffle, fending DJ off with his other hand.  “And where did we get a Cap Waffle Iron?”

“Phil,” DJ proclaimed.  He leaned back, his mouth open like a baby bird, and Tony obligingly fed him a chunk of waffle.  

“Phil has a Captain America Waffle Iron,” Tony said, and DJ nodded.  “Why am I not surprised?”  Shaking his head, he cut into the waffle, stealing a bite for himself.  It was soggy with syrup and maybe a little undercooked in the middle, but he smiled down at DJ anyway.  “Thank you.”

“Waffle,” DJ proclaimed.

“Yes, waffle, and after waffle, we’re going to go see if I need to sell this building and buy another rather than attempting to clean up after you,” Tony said.  DJ considered that, his mouth pursed.  He held up two fingers.  Tony nodded.  “Fine.  Two waffles, and then we flee from your disastrous mess.”

DJ nodded.  “Fair.”

dancingplague  asked:

I have a stupid question about DJ. If DJ can control his age, but he's also a magical clone of his dad, does that mean he could age himself up by a few decades and impersonate his father if he wanted to?

I mean, he COULD.  

But you know when they use digital footage tricks to superimpose a dead actor into a movie?  And there’s something ‘uncanny valley’ about that character, no matter how good the animation or footage match is?  Like something in your brain goes, ‘Why does Peter Cushing look like he’s slightly…  Moist?’

That would be DJ impersonating Tony.  He can do the physical body, he could probably even do it well.  If it was something important, if lives were hanging in the balance, he could mimic Tony’s movements and gestures without much difficulty.  He’s been watching him for decades after all, and most of his human existence has been trying to mimic other, more successful humans.

So if it were a matter of marching DJ/Tony past a security check point or in front of the media to prove that Tony was alive, where all he’d have to do is wave, smile and wink, he could pull it off.

If this impersonation required any sort of speaking, he would not be able to maintain that.  At all.

anonymous asked:

i just wanna say im grateful for you and sci for very obviously writing dj as being on the autism spectrum in the foodieverse, even if it isn't explicitly stated (and i haven't read sci's dj stories so im not sure if she formalised that characterisation first), like as an aspie kid raised by parents who are Good People but Did Not Understand and so had very little tolerance for my shit, as it were, it makes me happy that dj has family who love and support him but most importantly Get It :')

oh! and one more thing, i love that dj has sensory issues with taste because Same, like dealing with how sweet fruits are and how many textures they have for example is a nightmare for me and i love that it seems like dj is the opposite and can’t handle the salty/oil taste combo of junk food, what a good kid

DJ in his original stories definitely has some sensory processing issues and such, though I won’t speak for Sci on how exactly she formulates them in her own writing philosophy. We didn’t discuss it a ton beforehand but for sure in the Foodieverse he’s neurodiverse, and I based at least some of his interaction with food on my brother, who has AS and had a TON of texture issues as a kid in particular. 

And yeah, a lot of Tony and Steve’s behavior towards DJ is catharsis of the “a parent who Gets It” sort – and not just a parent who gets it, but also someone who isn’t a parent and is super new to the situation but is trying his best and thinking it through instead of acting on instinct. For me, writing an “outsider” who understands (or at least has the patience to deal with things as they are until they do understand) is as important as writing a parent, because it speaks to a wider acceptance. 

Gold Digger

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Heavily inspired by a daydream I had on my way home from work this afternoon.  I hope you like it

It was another one of Stark’s infamous parties, everyone was dressed to the nine’s.  You have never looked or felt better in a dress.  You knew your outfit was on point.   You were grabbing a glass of red wine at the bar when Nat came storming up to you looking visibly upset.  Nat never showed her emotions so you knew this had to be bad.   Thanking the bartender for your wine, you move to the corner of the bar to meet Natasha.

“Look.”  was all she said handing you her phone.   The dark of the party made the screen appear extra bright.  The photo showed Amelia, Steve’s new girlfriend, wrapped in the arms of none other than Matt Murdock.   You turn towards Nat with a look of shock.  

She doesn’t say anything but swipes to the next picture. The picture shows Amelia in the lap of Peter Quill who seems to be in the seat of a space ship.  The last picture Nat swipes to, is a slightly older picture showing an uncomfortable but happy looking Wolverine, with Amelia’s lips placed on his neck.

You couldn’t believe it. The Avengers were some of your closest friends. You had worked as a receptionist and made your way up the ladder, and that in turn, led you to working directly with the group.   Steve was your very best friend though.  You were the only one (except Sam) with the patience to answer all his questions and endless movie marathons.   When he had met Amelia you were so happy, he deserved to finally meet someone wonderful.  How wrong you had been.

“What are we gonna do?”  You ask Nat.   You couldn’t just take this information to Steve without a plan.  

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Smile Tony Stark- Fem!Reader

Originally posted by elisabetholsen

Warnings: Some swearing, just a lot of fluff.

Christmas time at the Avengers compound, you and Vision had decorated the place so it looked like a classy North Pole. You knew you should love this time of year but it also reminded you of your parents who had died together in a car crash a week before Christmas Eve, something you had in common with Tony as he had lost his own father in a similar way. So this time of year made you feel a little gloomy. 

Tony had decided to throw a little party to take your mind off your parents and the thought of seeing a drunk Thor challenge Steve to a press up competition always cheered you up. You had emptied your wardrobe and still couldn’t find a thing to wear. You sat on the edge of your bed and stared at your clothes hoping to find inspiration when Tony walked through the door.

“Shit what happened here? Did a Hulk tornado rip through or something?”

“I can’t decide what to wear” you said crossing your arms and huffing like a little child. Tony smiled and walked over to his own wardrobe that had been left untouched. 

“I was going to save this until Christmas Day but I think you may want it now.” He slid open the white door, reached  in and brought out a black dress bag. You stood up and stepped over the piles of clothes towards Tony, you reached up and unzipped the bag and gasped. Inside was a beautiful dark blue dress, sleeveless with stars all over it. The stars shimmered in the lamplight and a silver chain with your initial on it hung from the hanger.

“It’s beautiful Tony!” You exclaimed. 

“Try it on” he whispered in your ear. You kissed him briefly on the lips and dashed off with the dress to the other side of the bedroom. Tony left to give you some privacy and before long you called out for him to come back. He was speechless when he saw you. The dress fitted perfectly, open backed exposing your shoulder blades and when you turned around he could see the top of the tattoo on the small of your back that you got as a memory to your parents. The dress flowed freely downwards and ended in a little pool at the bottom of your feet, it wouldn’t be quite as long once you hand put on your heels. “Thank you my love” you said holding out your hands. 

“You look stunning” Tony replied taking them and kissing you.

Later that evening in fact it was almost three o’clock in the morning, the party was winding down. All the Avengers had complimented you on your dress which made Tony’s ego grown even bigger which was an achievement in itself. You swayed slightly as you polished off another bottle of Prosecco. Natasha and Bruce had fallen asleep, Thor and Vision were playing on the Playstation and Steve and Tony were having a heart to heart on the balcony. 

Peter, who was still too young to drink but had snuck a few beers past Tony anyway was the DJ and was currently playing a slow Christmas song. Tony looked over at you and saw that you were up again and left Steve outside, he spoke in Peter’s ear who nodded. Your boyfriend then made his way over to you. “Dance with me?” You said to him, Tony grinned at you, took your hand and pulled you into him as the song began. 

‘Smile tho’ your heart is aching, smile even tho’ it’s breaking. When, there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by’.  

You both swayed to the music and Tony sung along to the lyrics, you loved his voice but he only  sung for you as none of the other Avengers knew he had such an amazing voice.

“I love it when you sing” you muttered putting your head on his shoulder as Tony lead you around in a circle. 

‘Smile, what’s the use of crying, you’ll find that life is still worth-while if you just smile.’  

Tony stopped you dancing and looked deep into your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to do this, I was going to take you to Paris but with everything going a bit mad right now I haven’t had a chance so I’ll have to do it here.”

Tony got down on one knee and you gasped, you were equally aware that Peter and Steve were watching your every move “Y/n I love you with all my heart, will you marry me?” Tony asked producing a small velvet box from his jacket pocket, he opened it and inside was a beautiful silver band with a dark blue sapphire in the middle and three smaller diamonds either side. 

You nodded, choking back tears “was that a yes?” Tony asked still on his knee.

“Yes! Yes, Yes!” You exclaimed tears flowing freely. 

“Fuck y/n you worried me there!” Tony joked getting up, putting the ring on your finger and kissing you passionately then he yelled “wake up you lot! Y/n and I are engaged” 

A/N: The song is Smile by Nat King Cole