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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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glacecakes · 3 years

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Underneath and Unheard

It's earth angst time babyyyyyyy

I was in a bit of a rut the past few weeks. Some messed up stuff happened and what was my coping mechanism is now a part of my trauma which is f u n but the only way out is through so I'm gonna plow through some fics and focus on what makes me happy instead of what is expected of me, regardless of the people who wanted to hurt me. And that includes this.

This was partially written on the Varian Hivemind server. If you wanna join just ask me here, we love to write mini varian fics and debate the show and just be all around silly! All are welcome.

With how mundane their routine had become, it was only fitting they were due for change.

Everyday had become the same: Quirin would wake up with the sun, go (attempt to) wake Varian up, make breakfast, wake Varian for real, and leave to tend the fields. Varian, after shaking sleep out of his eyes, would scarf down the now-cold breakfast and hunker down in his lab till they reunited for lunch and again at dinner. Repeat ad nauseum. The last big change to this years-old routine had been the addition of Ruddiger, but all that meant was another plate at the table.

That was how the day started, same as any other. Breakfast had been slightly soggy pancakes coupled with an apple that Ruddiger stole, before the two retreated to the relative quiet of the basement lab.

Quiet, peaceful… lonely.

“Alright buddy!” Varian chimed, lifting a beaker into the light so he could see its contents better. “So the last few batches have been a dud. No biggie! We just gotta get the recipe for Flynnolium down and we’ll be all set to start building the actual tankers.” Dad wouldn’t let him start any large scale projects without a comprehensive plan. Otherwise he could… How did dad put it? “Blow up the town”? Pfft! Yea right! His plans were foolproof! ...Most of the time.

Ruddiger stretched, having dozed off, and then shook out his body. He jumped down from his perch to trail Varian’s legs, letting out a happy chirp and getting a buck-toothed grin in return.

“You ready to help?” At the responding chitter, the alchemist slid his goggles on. “Great! Let’s get started.”

The creature hopped up onto the table, passing Varian a few chemicals as the boy asked. They worked in tandem like a well-oiled machine, so used to the routine that it took no effort at all to keep the momentum going. The chemical in the beaker began to glow a neon green, bubbling and hissing slightly as some salt was added.

“And now…” Varian hummed, setting the mixture on his hot plate. “Simmer for 10 minutes…” He stuck his tongue out in concentration. 430 degrees, no more, no less. Too cold and the mixture would solidify before the reaction was complete, too hot and… well… let’s just say too hot was a very bad idea.

Ruddiger trilled, hopping down and popping out of the lab’s window to get some fresh air. The boy paid him no heed, it was common for him to sneak out, steal some fruit, and come back ready to help again. Quite a glutton he was, Varian thought to himself with a snicker. Oh well, as long as he was back in 10 minutes it wouldn’t be a big deal.

Ruddiger’s ringed tail swung with each step, happily wandering down the familiar trail and into the fields towards Quirin. The knight was wary of him at first, and to an extent, still was. It’s not every day a wild creature decides to adopt your son, after all. But Ruddiger was more like a cat than an actual raccoon, content to laze in sunbeams and steal snacks and sit in laps. So despite Quirin’s reservations, he didn’t really have any argument of substance against keeping the critter, so long as he was clean and without signs of illness.

No greater love than a dad and the pet he didn’t want, as they say.

Sweat dripped from Quirin’s brow, salting the earth he worked on. His muscles strained and fingers blistered around his tools, yet still he didn’t mind. It was no different than his previous life, used to abusing his muscles to their fullest extent. He wiped the excess sweat and turned at the familiar noise at his feet.

Ruddiger stared expectantly. He would climb up onto the man’s shoulders, but he knew from experience that doing it while he was working ended in Quirin physically dragging him back to Varian. Instead, he weaved between large legs, chirruping all the way.

“Hello Ruddiger,” Quirin greeted, smirking and standing to his full height, his back screaming in protest. He really ought to steal Varian for a few days, he’d help the chores get done a lot faster… but Varian hated farm work, and the dad would much rather have a few extra aches than deal with a moody teenager whining all day long.

“I take it you want a treat?” Ruddiger sat in place, eyes wide and almost puppy-like in his begging stance. Quirin laughed, grabbing some produce from his nearby cart.

“Fresh off the trees,” the man said, handing Ruddiger a fresh apple, bright colors shining. The raccoon screeched in thanks, purring as his teeth sunk into juicy apple flesh.

Quirin placed his hands on his hips, watching the creature with a fond smile. “Why don’t you bring one back for Varian, hm?” He offered, grabbing another apple and passing it off. “He could use a snack before lunch.”

They did this every day, and every day without fail, Varian would refuse the apple, and Ruddiger would eat it instead. But still, the creature finished his current treat, taking Quirin’s gift and bounding off back towards their home.

Quirin shook his head as he left, smiling to himself. Why couldn’t Varian have adopted a dog like every other kid his age? But his son was always a strange one, so perhaps it was only fitting that his companion be the same.

Ruddiger bounded back down the familiar beaten path. In no time, he was climbing back through the window, Varian’s snack in hand. Said boy hadn’t moved, staring at the beaker with an intense stare. If he looked away for even a second, a number of terrible things could happen! Knowing his luck, at least something was bound to blow up today, and he refused to let it be this.

Hey! Why wasn’t Varian looking at him! He was back! Hello! Human! Ruddiger let out an annoyed chirp and Varian started.

“Oh! Hey buddy!” The raccoon’s tail swished in irritation, but he couldn’t stay mad at Varian for long. His friend was just so dedicated to his craft, after all! Little raccoon hands skittered across metal, down the pipe running out the window and towards Varian.

“The solution is almost done, just in time,” Varian smiled, scritching Ruddiger in his favorite place behind the ears, earning a happy chirp. “Oh hey, thanks!” He snatched the apple. “I was actually kinda hungry. Didn’t eat enough breakfast I guess.” Buck teeth stabbed in with a crunch, allowing juice to drip down his leather gloves.

What? No! That’s not how it went! Ruddiger would push the apple into Varian’s face, but he’d insist Ruddiger could have it, and the chubby critter would get a second brunch! This was not fair!

He let out a shrill complaint, claws scratching into the table.

“Hey, you already had one! I know dad sneaks you a million.” Varian stuck out his tongue. “In fact,” he took another bite, pointing at his raccoon. “You could stand to lose a few pounds.”

Oh, he didn’t just go there! Ruddiger wiggled his butt, glare focused solely on Varian.

The boy took notice, face falling into a glare of his own. “Hey, what are you doing. Ruddiger. Ruddiger don’t you dare.”

He was gonna do it.

“Ruddiger!”

He was gonna do it!

“Ruddiger, no!”

He leaped.

Varian shrieked, flailing as he fell, face now full of angry raccoon. As he fell, he tried to grab onto something, anything, to slow his fall. Alas, all he reached was the hot plate, fingers slipping around the dial and turning it to maximum heat.

Neither noticed, too embroiled in their tug of war over half an apple.

“Ruddiger!” Varian scolded. His gloves were great for alchemy, but not so much for keeping a grip on a shiny apple. Not like Ruddiger’s tiny claws, which easily punctured the fruit and snatched it.

“Not fair!” Varian huffed, giving up and glaring at his friend, who was clearly quite pleased with himself. “That was meant for me, you know!” He took on a mischievous grin. “What if I took your apple after dinner, then? That’s only fair!”

Ruddiger puffed up, chattering angrily at how no, very much not fair, before he saw it.

The vial was bubbling violently, shaking on the hot plate, making an awful racket as it did so. His chattering picked up speed, more panicked, but Varian simply crossed his arms, smirking down. “Oh, I will, and I will enjoy your apple just as much as you enjoyed mine.” Ruddiger shook his head, chattering more insistently, but Varian simply rolled his eyes.

The beaker’s clattering only grew louder as it rattled faster and faster, and finally Varian noticed, turning around in confusion before his eyes grew as wide as dinner plates.

The beaker cracked.

“CRAP!” He yelled, scrambling upright, turning off the hot plate, but it was too late. The beaker shrieked, color shifting to a neon cyan, which made Ruddiger screech in panic, scrambling up the windowsill just in time for-

BOOM

It took a good minute for the dust to settle. Debris and house foundation screamed as it rained, till only pebbles clattered in the wreckage.

From his vantage point on the window, Ruddiger cried out once, twice, to no response. He trilled louder. Maybe Varian’s ears were still ringing, just like his?

When he could finally see again, it was a disaster. Glass confetti littered the ground, beakers full of other chemicals bubbling and leaking onto the floor. The hot plate lay atop the wreckage, shattered beyond belief. Massive stones that held up their house had caved in, forming a miniature mountain decorated with support beams. A piece of wood splintered and the entire chamber shook.

Ruddiger whimpered, curling his tail around him. Where was Varian? The entire place seemed desolate, devoid of life.

Carefully, so as not to hurt his paws, he scampered down the (now bent) pipe and into the mound. The raccoon spun around in a circle, checking all directions for his beloved friend. But it seemed there was nothing, an eerie silence settling in along with the dust.

No! He wouldn’t give up! He needed to find Varian! Varian hadn’t escaped, Varian needs him!

With a grim determination, Ruddiger stuck his claws into the collapsed rocks, pushing away what little he could in an attempt to dig. It was at this time his size came in handy; he couldn’t push any rocks big enough to destabilize the pile.

He huffed, and could already imagine what Varian would say in this situation. The longer I am without oxygen, stuck under the rocks, the less likely I am to survive. A horrifying thought that made Ruddiger dig faster.

Finally, finally, when he’d reached the point where the only rocks left to move were too big, he found him. His face barely peaked out of the mound, crushed by the debris. Ruddiger squealed, trying to push a larger boulder, and the whole mess shook violently. He dropped the rock as if he was burned.

“Ruddiger...?” Varian moaned, eyes fluttering open. His pupils were mismatched. The alchemist coughed, and tried to move.

Big mistake.

As he shifted, the rocks screamed in protest, tumbling around him. As they fell, the splintered wooden foundation they’d held up fell too. Ruddiger chattered in warning, but-

The beam slid right into Varian’s abdomen. He let out a choked scream, eyes flying open as blood splattered onto the raccoon’s face. Both animal and human cries echoed in the ruins, Varian trembling in pure agony.

Ruddiger screamed, sang, anything to keep Varian awake and coherent. But the pain was a hazy drug, diluting his thoughts and pulling the boy down, down down.

It couldn’t possibly get any worse.

The chamber shook again. Harder. A boulder nearly crushed Ruddiger but he escaped at the last second.

“Ru....” Varian moaned, eyes dull and cloudy, not at all like the normal sunshine blue. “Dad...” was all he could say before a torrent of blood spilled from his lips, pooling onto the floor and obscuring Varian’s vision. If the boy couldn’t get any paler, his eyes honed in on the red, and he slumped.

What was Ruddiger to do? He couldn’t leave Varian, Varian needed him! No... Varian needed dad. Needed help. But if he left... what would happen...? There was no other option. With a whine, his tail between his legs, Ruddiger scampered back towards the fields.

He scampered back to where Quirin was working, finding the man none the wiser. Had he not heard the explosion? Not seen the dust and ruined house? A quick glance back and anyone could see something was wrong! The place was half caved in!

He screeched at the top of his little raccoon lungs, which startled Quirin. His basket of fruit jostled about, dropping a few pieces.

“Good lord,” Quirin huffed, turning around. “Yes, Ruddiger? What is it?”

He chattered rapidly, trying to mimic Varian using the beaker, then their fight, and finally making an explosion with his hands.

Quirin hummed. “Alright. Here you go.” And he dropped an apple for him.

What? No! That wasn’t it! Well, sort of. It all started due to an apple, so at least now he knew to just go get another next time. But that required getting up, and after his brunch the sun always shined right thru the window, and it was perfect for sunbathing...

No! Focus! Ruddiger slapped his face a few times before resuming his noises.

Quirin raised an unimpressed brow. “Shouldn’t you be with Varian?” He asked. “I don’t have time for this today.”

Ruddiger hissed at that. Even if it wasn’t an emergency, how rude! His claws scratched at the earth in frustration. He leaped at Quirin and dug his claws into his fur vest, and he yelled out in shock. For a brief moment the giant stumbled, nearly tripping over the apple he’d dropped.

“Ruddiger!” Quirin yelled. “That’s enough!”

No it wasn’t!

The critter stood on two legs, tail puffed up, angry as never before. How could this man not see that something was amiss?

“Ruddiger, I’m going to take you back to-“ Quirin turned, facing him. “Varian...” his face paled, eyes widening. Huh? A quick glance down revealed his sudden change; the bright red blood splattered across him.

Varian’s blood.

“Did you hurt yourself? Is that why you’re so upset?” Quirin said, leaning down with an apologetic smile. “You just wanted some attention, huh? Is Varian too busy to clean you up, poor thing.”

Well, he was certainly busy, so it was a start. Quirin licked his thumb, moving to wipe it off, when Ruddiger danced out of his way.

“Let me help you.” Quirin said, mood a lot more chipper now that he thought he was helping.

Ruddiger frowned, scampering a bit towards the house in the hopes of being followed. He glanced back.

“I can’t go home, Ruddiger, I have work.”

Ruddiger stared back. He chirped, more like a meow, with big, pleading eyes.

Quirin frowned. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the rodent’s trick. “No. I’m not giving in.”

Ruddiger cocked his head, swishing his tail.

“Ruddiger no.”

Another chirp.

Quirin sighed. Defeat was a bitter taste, heavy in his tongue. He’d always been weak for cute things, after all. When Varian had been born, he’d just stood there, holding the little thing, marveling at him. Not unlike how Varian will squeal when Ruddiger twitches in his sleep.

He shook out of his musing. “Alright. Fine. I’m coming.” Maybe he and Varian could have lunch together, it was nearly noon, after all. It’d be a nice change of pace.

His good mood stuttered to a stop at the sight before him.

“No…” he breathed, breaking into a sprint with the raccoon not far behind him. Their house was a disaster, the dirt road leading up to it caked in dust and wooden splinters that crunched underfoot.

He’d built that house, that home, with his wife for their child, and now it was in pieces.

What had happened?

He ran up to the debris, eyes scouring the wreckage to try and figure out where to even begin. A sharp cry from the raccoon pulled him along towards where the basement is. Or rather, was. The only way in was a small gap in what was once the window, which Ruddiger quickly shimmied into. Dropping to his knees Quirin dug with his hands, pulling at shards of glass and broken wood until he could lower himself in.

“Varian!” He cried with his feet barely just touching the ground. “Varian, where are you?” What on earth had happened? Varian was usually so careful! He’d begged Varian to be, even! “Varian!”

All he heard was silence. Ruddiger’s ears fell in guilt, in fear. He clawed at the ground to catch Quirin’s attention before bounding further into the basement, towards the debris pile. Soft footsteps confirmed Quirin following… until the sharp take in breath.

Ruddiger glanced up to confirm Varian’s body still hung limply, the same place it had been when he left. Still dripping of blood, unconscious, impaled.

“No, no no no…!” Quirin rushed over, taking his son’s face in his shaking hands. He brushed limp hair from his face and pressed their foreheads together. “My boy…?” There, ever so slightly, a faint breath fanned across his face. Still alive. The father’s shoulders slumped in pure relief.

But still there was the issue… how to save him. The piece of wood in his stomach acted like a plug, keeping most of the blood inside, as opposed to the floor and Ruddiger. Thankfully though, it wasn’t deep, and had entered his back, so it was unlikely any vital organs had been punctured. And that beam was supported by a large pile of boulders, foundations upturned in the explosion and coated in dust. He bit his lip, deep in thought.

“Dad…?”

Quirin started, turning to see Varian’s blue eyes fluttering open. A haze coated them, clarity having slipped away in the abyss of pain. He blinked a few times. “Wh...where…”

“Shh,” Quirin whispered, pressing their faces closer together. “Dad’s here. You’re gonna be ok.”

“What…? I… Ruddi…?” Varian slurred. Ruddiger chirped, rubbing up against Varian’s limp legs in support.

“Yes, he’s here,” He’d have to make this quick; if it took more than one pull Varian would likely feel the pain, might go into shock… if he wasn’t already. But without him bracing against the wood, the wood would act as a lever and set off the stones… they’d have only one chance, and would have to move quickly.

“Ruddiger. Go outside. We’ll join you shortly.”

What? No! Ruddiger whined. He hated having to leave Varian the first time, he sure as heck wasn’t going to do it again! Varian needed him! He needed help!

“Ruddiger.” Quirin’s voice held no room for argument. “Go.”

With his tail between his legs, he whined, but did as told, keeping the humans in eyesight from outside. A small crowd had gathered outside their home, having finally noticed the dust and debris. But they didn’t matter. Only Varian mattered.

With bated breath, he watched as Quirin spoke quietly to Varian, unable to tell what they were saying. Varian looked calm, too calm, compared to the worry lines marring Quirin’s forehead. The father took a deep breath, and then yanked on Varian’s fragile body. Ruddiger screeched in time with Varian, the boy’s eyes flying open and mouth letting out a guttural wail of pain.

The villagers winced as the house rumbled, shaking as rocks moved. The ground underneath them trembled. Small rocks clattered and another beaker fell and smashed.

Quirin grunted, lifting Varian up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He’s getting too big for this, or maybe Quirin’s too old? Neither answer particularly soothed him. Time was a cruel mistress, after all. But if this could be the last time he held his boy, he would hold him forever.

The whole chamber shook, and Varian let out a whine in pain and fear, snapping Quirin into action. He raced over to the opening, quickly raising his precious son up into the waiting arms of the villagers. “Hurry!” He urged. “Get him to the doctor.”

“But what about you?” A villager cried. “Get out of there!”

“I’ll be fine!” A particularly rough shaking knocked a boulder towards him. “Go!”

The villager who took Varian ran off, and Quirin raised his arms in an attempt to climb back up. But he wasn’t a racoon, able to clamber up trees with ease. A few men grabbed his arms to try and pull him up, but the man was a brick wall, heavier than everyone else. His feet scrambled at the crumbling wall, a large rock falling from the unstable ceiling and slashing across his eye. He winched, blood dripping into the socket and obscuring his vision, but still he persisted.

The men pulled with all their might, able to yank Quirin out just as the entire basement collapsed. The stones that had been piled spread out like water, flattening where he had once stood. The father collapsed weakly into the grass, gasping for breath. Ruddiger bounded over and licked his face, mopping up the blood.

Quirin weakly smiled. “Good boy.” He scratched behind the animal’s ears.

Ruddiger purred.

Sun filtered through the cracked window, dust hanging in the air. A mote landed on Ruddiger’s nose, and he sneezed, forcing him to wake up. Bleary eyes glanced around his surroundings. Where was he again…?

A snicker caused his ears to twitch. He turned, glaring at the source.

Varian’s hand covered his mouth, one eye closed as he laughed. His head, torso, and… basically everything was wrapped in bandages. He looked like a mummy with all of them. His bed lay lightly coated in dust; there was no time to clean up the house with them all recovering. Thankfully, most of the house remained unscathed, it looked much worse on the outside than the inside. A few plates and delicates fell and broke, but otherwise it was as if a mild earthquake had rattled them, and that was it.

Well, the lab was another story. But that was for another day.

A soft knock pulled them apart, Quirin walking in with a glass of hot coco in his hands. “Hey kiddo,” he said. “Slept in, I see.”

“As always,” Varian grinned cheekily. Same as always, Quirin thought with an eyeroll.

“How are you feeling?” Quirin sat on the edge of the bed, Ruddiger moving so he didn’t get squished. He curled up on Varian’s lap and the boy’s deft fingers ran through soft fur.

“Better, I guess.” He hummed. “Still sore.”

Well yeah, Ruddiger thought with a huff. Getting skewered oughta make you sore. Quirin seemed the same, smiling sympathetically. He placed the cup on their bedside, nearly missing due to his bandaged eye.

Both of them were supposed to be resting, though the father needed much less of it. He ran his hands through Varian’s hair, the soothing motion causing his eyes to droop.

“Get some sleep,” He said. “Both of you. You deserve it.”

Ruddiger purred, tail swishing in pride.

Damn right he does.

…

And another apple.

#tangled #tangled the series #varian #tts #tts varian

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monokumaplush · 4 years

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Hii, could I request Miu, Kaede and Sonia realizing they’re in love with their fem best friend? Good luck with the blog!!!

Alright, here we are! So sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy it :))

~Mod Toko

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Kaede Akamatsu

-Kaede wasn’t having the best day. She was late to class in the morning, and during lunch she accidentally spilled milk on her shirt. Later on in the day, when she got her test back from a few days ago, she saw that she didn’t get the best grade. All of that put her into sour mood, and she wanted to try to cheer herself up.

- When school was over, she went to the band room and head straight to the piano. ‘Playing always helps me calm down.’ She thought to herself.

-But, she thought wrong.

-Every time she tried to start a song, she ended up pressing the wrong key. That only made her more frustrated. She nearly slammed her head onto the keys if she hadn’t heard a voice from the doorway.

-“Kaede? What’re you doing? I was waiting at the entrance for you so we could walk home together.”

-Kaede looked up and saw Y/N standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, looking at her questioningly.

-“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry! It’s just that I was having a bad day and I wanted to try and calm down, so I came here to play.” She explained. “Oh, really?” Y/N asked, interested. She walked over to the piano and sat down next to her.

-The seat was small, which caused the two bump shoulders. That, for some reason, made Kaede’s heart speed up a bit.

-“Um, y-yeah, but I can’t seem to get it right…” She said as she watched Y/N’s fingers run across the keys. She pressed down on a couple, making a sound, but not a steady rhythm.

-“Um, here, let me show you.” Kaede said, taking Y/N’s hands in hers. They felt warm, and her face started to feel the same way. She guided her hands around the piano, helping her press the keys to make a steady rhythm.

-After a while, Kaede let go to let Y/N try herself. She was also getting a bit nervous from holding her hands, and she didn’t want to mess her up. Y/N finished the song and smiled at Kaede proudly. “That was fun!” She said, and stood up from the piano seat.

-“But, we should get going now.” She walked towards the door frame, stopping before she fully walked out. She turned and smiled at Kaede one last time. “We should do this again sometime. I’d love to learn more from you.”

-Kaede’s heart seemed to stutter, and her face felt hot. “U-Um, yeah, w-we can…” She said, looking off to the side shyly.

-‘What was that?’ She thought to herself. But she already knew. She knew the feeling right away.

-She was in love.

Miu Iruma

-Miu was working in her lab, coming up with another new contraption to add to her collection.

-There was a knock on the door, and Miu gleefully opened it, a grin spreading across your face when she saw who it was.

-"Y/N! I was expecting you~" "I didn't tell you I was coming over." Miu only laughed and walked back to her work table, completely ignoring what was said to her. Y/N rolled her eyes and continued. "Anyway, I need you to make something for me, please. That's why I came over." She explained.

-Miu looked back at her with a smile, her eyes lidded and eyebrows quirked slightly. "And what would this 'something' be?" She asked, implying what she thought it was. Y/N only rolled her eyes again. "It's a telescope. I kind of lied to Momota about having one and now he wants me to show him. Could you please help me out?" She asked.

-"Oh, anything for you, Y/N!" Miu said cheerfully. But the happiness on her face quickly turned into a mischievous look. "But, you have to pay price..." She said perversely. "Whatever. Let's just get to work, shall we?" Y/N said quickly.

-"Alright, whatever you say boss~" "Stop it."

-The two girls started to work. Y/N explained how she wanted it to look, and Miu went right into panning the construction of it. When they were well into their work, Miu got hungry.

-"Hey, Y/N, get me a snack from the MonoMono Machine, will ya?" "Could you at least say please?" "Can you get me a snack, please~?" "Never mind."

-Y/N walked out to get some snacks, and Miu focused more on her work. She didn't even hear Y/N come back in a while later. She nearly jumped when Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder. "Miu? Did you hear me? I said that I got you these caramels. I remember you saying that they were your favorite." She said with a smile. Miu's face went red out of embarrassment. "R-Really? Um, thanks, I guess." She mumbled, taking the caramels from her hands and turning back to her work.

-Even after a while, Miu's cheeks still felt warm. 'What the hell? I was supposed to recover from that by now!' She thought, trying to keep her mind on the machine in front of her, and not on how cute Y/N's smile was-

-She nearly smacked herself, trying to stay in control. She just wanted to get this done as quick as possible, and she did. 45 minutes later, she completed the telescope.

-Y/N took it from her hands and smiled, only making Miu's heart race faster than it was.

-"I've got to give you something in return now, right?" Y/N asked with a sigh. Miu's mind blanked for a bit before she remembered what she had said earlier. "Oh, yeah, um... you-you gotta pay the kiss toll." She said quickly, not realizing how nervous she would be.

-"That's it? Huh, okay." Y/N said, a bit surprised. She leaned in slightly and pecked Miu on the cheek before walking to the door, thanking her and waving goodbye before walking out.

-Miu was frozen in place, but her face was as hot as the sun.

-Suddenly, she yelled out, "NUH-UH, MIU FUCKING IRUMA DOESN'T GET CRUSHES, AND SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T GET FLUSTERED!"

-But, her racing heart said otherwise.

Sonia Nevermind

-Sonia was waiting in the subway station, staring at her phone to preoccupy herself. She was getting a bit antsy; Y/N wasn’t there yet, and she was a bit nervous being alone in the subway. But, a sudden call of her name was enough to push away all of her anxieties.

-“Sonia! Sorry for the wait, I just wanted to make sure we were taking the right train and everything.” Y/N explained with a smile. Sonia returned the smile, shoving her phone into her pocket. “Oh, it’s quite alright, Y/N! I’m just glad you’re here now.”

-The train quickly pulling into the station caught both of their attentions, and they walked into the car. They took their seats next to each other and the train started to move again after a few minutes.

-"Oh, I'm so excited!" Sonia said, clapping her hands together slightly. "I've never really been 'out on the town' before, so I'm glad I get to do it with you." Y/N chuckled, finding the way she said things adorable. "Same here! There are a bunch of clothing stores in the mall that we should check out, and there's a giant food court that we can get lunch at." She said.

-The train pulled to a stop after a while and the two got off and walked out of the subway. They took a short walk to the mall and made a bee-line for a very popular clothing store. They took a look at all of the different racks of clothes and accessories, pulling out the ones that they would like to try on. Sonia pulled out a pastel pink dress with a blue bow tied around the waist. "What do you think?" She asked, putting the dress in front of her to sort of model it. "I think you'll look adorable in it." Y/N smiled.

-Sonia's heart seemed to flutter a bit when she said that.

-"Do you want to try it on?" Y/N asked. "U-Um, sure, let's head over to the changing rooms." Sonia said shyly.

-They went to the changing rooms, and Sonia went first, walking out in the dress she chose. Y/N smiled and clapped a bit when Sonia did a couple of small poses. "See? You look adorable!" She restated, and Sonia blushed, her face almost as pink as the dress.

-Sonia quickly bought the dress and the two walked out of the store and to the food court. They got their food and sat down, with Sonia immediately digging in. She stopped herself after a bit and laughed awkwardly, wiping her face with a napkin. "My apologies, I didn't realize how hungry I was." She said. Y/N only chuckled. "It's alright." She said.

-Y/N suddenly stopped and leaned in a bit, making Sonia confused. "Sorry, you've still got something right there... let me get for you." She said. She used her thumb to quickly wipe away a couple of crumbs that were near her mouth.

-Sonia's face seemed to glow red. She tried to wave away her hand, feeling embarrassed. "U-Um, th-thank you, uh, you didn't really need to do that..." She fumbled with her words, and Y/N only smiled. "It's no problem."

-They ate the rest of their lunch and walked back to the subway, which was more crowded than when they got there that morning. They shuffled their way into the train and were smushed together. Sonia blushed once more from how close they were.

-Sonia had felt weird throughout the entire day, and that feeling only increased when she stood closer to Y/N. She didn't know what the feeling was.

-But, she finally decided that the feeling was nice when she felt Y/N's hand softly grip hers.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #sonia nevermind x reader #miu iruma x reader #kaede akamatsu x reader #sonia nevermind #miu iruma #kaede akamatsu #sdr2 #ndrv3

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promiseofthepremise · 3 years

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long term reader, long time asker. you know me, I need some commentary for my fave Michelle and Happy moment (I honestly wanted the whole badge scene, but i think its too long for the ask lol) LOVE YOU

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Happy agreed as the three of them came to a halt outside the door to Pepper’s office.

“Wait, A.I.M? AIM?” Michelle furrowed her brow. “That’s where Peter’s working.”

“Really?” Pepper looked surprised.

“Well, like a tiny off-shoot lab of some sort,” Michelle corrected herself. “I don’t fully know all the politics of it, just that he cares a lot about the research he’s doing.”

“Maybe that’s why he and Tony are-- y’know,” Happy made a face and both the women shot him a look that was dangerously close to an eye roll.

“I’m not sure even Tony and Peter are sure why they’re-- y’know,” Pepper mocked. “But I do have to deal with this, so I’ll talk to you both later, alright? Alright. Great.”

And then she was slipping into her office and closing the door in their faces gently.

“You stressed her out,” Michelle accused.

Happy whipped his head around to look at her indignantly.

“What? I-- Maybe you’re the one that stressed her-- She wasn’t stressed-- You know what? Whatever. I have better things--” he shook his head and started walking away. “Put your badge on!”

Michelle laughed quietly to herself as she watched him go.

Happy Hogan was her favorite SI employee by a mile.

dear friend thank you for asking i love u TOO<3 <3 <3

send me a clip of fic and i'll director's commentary all over it lmao

under the cut so this post doesn't take up too much space on ye olde dash:

happy and MJ my beloveds :((( it's been too long since I've had reason to put them in a scene together but this is reminding me how much I should FIND reason bc I adore this dynamic oh my gosh.

Like, obviously this whole passage is very much "moving plot forward" but I'm glad I was able to still make it interesting enough to pull you into it. These two really have that mutual deadpanned-and-difficult-to-read-but-with-such-a-big-heart thing going on, plus michelle's love of button poking interacting with happy's very entertaining set of buttons to poke

they are going to protect their people and they are going to be important to the success of the larger MissionTM but they sure are going to find release in their verbal pressure valves while they do it and i love that for them 😌

anyways guess I gotta go find space for a happy and mj scene in supercut 7 now fjalksdjf

#ask #prem stuff #tysm friend ily <3 <3 <3

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wordscorrupt · 4 years

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5 Times Peter Passed Out in Front of Tony + 1 Time He Passed Out Alone: Chapter 5

i have no excuses

yes this is a new chapter i promise

p.s. this connects back to chapter 1 and in order not to spoilt it i won’t tell you how. here’s chapter 1 in case u want a refresher ;)

Tony had come to realize that being a mentor was relatively easy as opposed to the other roles he partook in his life. Praise. Engage. Support. Critique (when needed). The occasional pat on the head. All the ingredients to create the perfect mentor/mentee relationship. Especially when his mentee was one Peter Parker whose eyes lit up at the slightest hint of praise.

However, the same could not be said for being a parent which was a role that he seemingly adopted overnight (much like the kid himself). Needless to say, it was uncharted territory with unforeseeable conditions. The second he seemed to find his footing, do something right for once, the ground crumbled beneath him. After a while, he can regain his balance but fears one day the world will just collapse in on itself and there is no way to recover.

Today might be that day.

It was a usual Friday afternoon. Happy had dropped Peter off at the compound about an hour ago. The kid had barrelled into the lab, stumbling over his own feet no more than five times. Tony had been sitting at one of the lab tables, fiddling with a pile of nuts and bolts. He didn’t like starting on anything until Peter got there or else he’d have to be forced to look into Peter’s wide, brown eyes and explain why he would start without him.

Peter had greeted him with a grin, begrudgingly allowing Tony to ruffle his hair before taking his own seat and launching into the events of his past week with extraordinarily long, specific details.

While Tony would never admit it, he loved Peter’s ramblings. Not that he gained anything from them. While Spider-Man lived a relatively thrilling life, Peter Parker did not. For lack of a better word, Peter’s non-superhero life was boring. That of which Tony appreciated more than anything else in life because boring meant safe.

He never interrupted, just simply nodded his head at the appropriate times, allowing Peter’s voice to settle in the background as he worked through their projects.

Therefore it was hard not to notice when Peter stopped talking suddenly.

“Peter?” Tony asked warily as he marched over to where Peter was sitting. He had his arms crossed, resting on the table, his head settled on top.

“Kiddo?” Tony called out as Peter made no sound. He reached Peter, immediately sweeping the kid’s curls away from his face, noting the pale, clammy skin.

Tony cursed under his breath. Fuck, not again.

“Peter, kiddo, you gotta tell me what’s wrong,” Tony urged, rubbing circles on Peter’s back with one hand, the other shaking his shoulder.

Peter groaned and lifted his head for a quick second before starting to sway dangerously back and forth.

“No, no, no,” Tony cried out, catching Peter in his arms as the kid slipped from his chair. Tony groaned, trying to keep his legs from falling out underneath him because of the sudden weight in his arms.

“I got ya, kiddo,” Tony said once he regained his stance, Peter tucked away carefully in his arms.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., vitals on Peter?” Tony asked as he rushed towards the couch in the corner of the room. By the time he laid Peter down on the couch, making sure to elevate his legs, F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed him of Peter’s low pulse and blood pressure.

“No shit,” Tony swore, kneeling down next to the couch before reaching out to gently smooth Peter's hair back, hoping it would rouse up the teen. Sure enough, Peter was blinking his eyes open a few moments later, groaning when the light assaulted his eyes.

“Easy, kiddo,” Tony encouraged as Peter squirmed on the couch, trying to make himself comfortable.

“Please, don’t tell me I passed out again,” Peter whined once he was curled up on his side.

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t knock you out, Peter,” Tony replied, standing up and taking a seat on the couch instead, leaning over Peter.

He took a deep breath before saying, “Peter, look at me, kiddo.” He waited until the kid rolled onto his back, glancing up at him with an anxious look before continuing, “I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to be honest with me. Understand?” Peter nodded his head hesitantly. “Did you skip lunch today?”

Peter quickly turned his head, looking off to the side, cheeks starting to turn red. Tony felt like he had his answer there and then, but he needed to hear Peter say it.

“Peter,” He stated firmly, gently grabbing a hold of Peter’s chin and turning his face back towards him.

Peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes before nodding his head.

“God damn it, Peter,” Tony cursed through gritted teeth, immediately standing up from his seat and starting to pace around, trying to control his anger through deep breaths.

Peter shook his head, scrambling to sit up from his position. “Mister Stark, I swear, I didn’t mean to!”

Tony scoffed, swiveling around on his feet until he was looking back at Peter, arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Peter. Give me one good reason why skipped lunch?” Tony saw Peter opening his mouth to speak but his anger caused him to shut the kid down quickly, shouting, “Don’t! Because let me answer that - there isn’t one! There’s a reason I took over your lunch account, Peter. You know your metabolism is fast, you know you need to eat or else this happens! And next time, I might not be there to catch you and God forbid you manage to crack your head on the damn floor!”

Tony hadn’t realized how loud he was yelling until he stopped, chest heaving and throat raw. He groaned, pressing his palms to his eyes, willing himself to calm down. When he opened his eyes a few moments later, his heart sank as his eyes landed on Peter.

The boy was shaking, hugging his knees to his chest while he pressed his face against his knees. As Tony approached him, he could hear the kid crying softly and his heart broke.

But, damn it, no one could blame him for blowing up the way he did. If this was the only way that Peter would learn his lesson, then so be it, even if it felt like his own heart was being torn to shreds.

“Peter, kiddo,” Tony said softly as he took a seat next to Peter, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Peter let out a sniffle, shaking his head before lifting his head up to glance at Tony.

Tony took a deep breath as he saw Peter’s red swollen eyes and without another thought, he reached over gently wiping away the tears on Peter’s face before wrapping his arms around him and bringing him in close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of Peter’s head before the kid tucked it underneath his chin. Tony sighed, rubbing circles on Peter’s back, hoping he would calm down soon.

Five minutes later, Peter’s breathing evened out and he was down to the occasional sniffle. Tony patted his back gently before pulling away carefully. “You good, kiddo?” He said, offering a reassuring smile at the teen. Peter swallowed, nodding his head, before slipping out of Tony’s hold.

“Let’s get some food in you then. You stay. Relax, while I go get some food. I’ve got some leftover pasta from last night. That’ll keep you good until I can order some food in,” Tony said as he got up from the couch.

“Sounds good,” Peter replied quietly, head down, fiddling with his fingers.

Tony sighed, reaching over to ruffle Peter’s hair gently. “I’ll be back soon, kiddo.”

While Tony had been heating up the leftover pasta he put in an order for a couple large pizzas and wings, enough to satisfy a small army (or one worn down spider-kid). Once Peter had finished the pasta, which was a rather quiet affair, Tony dragged him down to the medbay to be checked over by one of the doctors, just as a precaution. Peter had let himself be poked and prodded, dutifully answering the doctor’s questions and offering not a single complaint, which Tony hated.

Now, sitting in the living room in front of the TV, Tony was close to pulling his hair out. Peter hadn’t said more than three words to him since the visit to the medbay. He kept his distance from Tony, curling up near the corner of the couch when usually he was glued to Tony’s side.

While it certainly hadn’t been the first time he had yelled at Peter, it was the first time Peter had remained silent for so long. Usually, the kid bounced back to his usual upbeat mood no more than thirty minutes after his scolding. And even though the teen was adamant he was okay, Tony knew he wasn’t and that their problem was not resolved. Deep down, Tony knew he was missing something and he would not be able to rest until he figured it out.

Tony waited until Peter was finished with his second pizza before speaking out.

“Alright, kiddo, listen.” Tony paused, watching as Peter sat up straighter before continuing, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that and I’m sorry. I regret it. I shouldn’t have lost my temper on you and you deserve to hate me right now and not speak to me. I get it but I just don’t understand why you put yourself in this situation again, Peter. If I have to personally come down during lunch every single day and hand feed you, I’ll do it, hand to God because there is no worse feeling in the world than your limp body in my arms.”

Peter bit his lip, staring down at his lap. A moment later, he took a shaky breath before replying, “I understand why you got angry. I do. But I wasn’t lying when I told you I didn’t mean to skip lunch.”

Tony nodded his head, sliding in closer to Peter. “Alright, bud, explain it to me. Tell me what happened.”

Peter huffed, dropping his head into his hands. “I don’t want to,” He murmured.

“Well, kiddo, that isn’t a choice. We’re not moving from here until you tell me.”

Peter glanced up, looking directly into his eyes, shaking his head. “I really don’t think I should.”

“That sucks because I think you should and my house, my rules.”

“You won’t overreact?”

Tony narrowed his eyes before reassuring Peter. “I can handle anything, kiddo. So let me have it.”

Peter didn’t look at all convinced.

“Promise you won’t hate me after I tell you?”

Tony sighed softly, reaching over to tuck a strand of Peter’s curls behind his ear. “Never, kiddo. You know that.”

Peter smiled gingerly before he took a deep breath and spoke, “The reason I couldn’t eat lunch today is that there was no more money in my lunch account.”

Tony blinked, pausing with his fingers buried in Peter’s hair. Peter fiddled with his thumbs, looking over at him warily, waiting for a reaction. A moment later, he gave one.

“What?” Tony pulled away. Peter’s lunch account was set to be automatically refilled at the end of each month. He shook his head. “No. That makes zero sense. None. Nada.”

Peter chewed his bottom lip, offering no other information.

“No,” Tony repeated, grabbing his tablet, tapping his way until he was logging into Peter’s lunch account. He gulped, waiting for the page to load and kept reminding himself that it was all one big mis-

“Shit.”

There was no denying the zero balance under Peter’s lunch account as it was right there in the middle of the screen. And suddenly he came to realize how hard he screwed up. Because now he remembered transferring all his personal spending accounts to a different bank three weeks ago. The reasons didn’t matter. What mattered was he forgot to update the information under Peter’s account which led to him yelling at his kid and blaming him for passing out.

“Oh God,” Tony whispered, throwing his head back, closing his eyes as he felt his walls crash down around him. His blood ran cold as he registered just how horrible he had been.

God, he made his kid cry.

Speaking of, he could feel the kid crawling towards him until he felt a hand squeezing his arm. “Mister Stark, please. It’s not a big deal. It’s not your fault.”

Tony let out a snort. “I need you to do me a favor, Peter. Go outside, grab the biggest rock you can, come back inside and smash it on the back of my head.”

Peter groaned, gently smacking Tony on the chest, “Mister Stark you promised not to overreact.”

Tony scoffed, sitting back up. “Well, I lied. Which I am good at apparently, seeing as how I lied to you when I told you I would take care of your lunch account.”

“Which you have. For over six months!” Peter pointed out.

“That doesn’t matter, Peter! I blamed you! I yelled at you!” Tony exclaimed, grabbing hold of Peter’s shoulders.

“Not like you haven’t yelled at me before,” Peter mumbled.

Tony sighed, rolling his eyes. He cupped Peter’s cheek in his hands, waiting until the boy was looking at him and said, “Because, let’s be honest, all those other times you deserved it.”

Peter looked like he was going to argue until Tony gently smushed down his cheeks. “Like the time you got your friend to hack the suit, again, and he accidentally turned off the temperature regulation and you practically froze your ass off.”

Peter winced. “Okay, fair point.”

Tony couldn’t help but grin. He started to run his fingers through Peter’s hair again, telling him, “But not this time kiddo. This was my fault, all of it. I screwed the pooch, hard time and I’m going to make it up to you, kiddo, I promise.”

Peter smiled, shuffling around until he was resting against Tony’s chest. Tony wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into the kid’s curls.

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

“Hmm?”

Peter glanced up with a smirk. “Put a jet pack in my suit.”

“Over my dead body.”

ya’ll not ready for the last one which hopefully will be posted in the next decade

#iron dad #irondad #tony stark #peter parker

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wiccanz · 5 years

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Awkward Romancing

Summary: Peter is afraid to confess his feelings to you because of your dad, so he enlists the help of two trusty A.Is to leave you little messages of how he feels instead — leading to the most odd way of flirting. Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Warning/s: swearing??

“You screwed the pooch hard. Big time. But then, you did the right thing! you took the dog to the free clinic, you raised the hybrid puppies... Alright, not my best analogy. I was wrong about you. I think with a little more mentoring, you could be a real asset to the team.” Tony smiled, patting Peter on the back.

“Wait….To the team?” Peter’s eyes widened. “Yup. There are about 50 reporters behind that door. Real ones, not bloggers. So, when you’re ready…”

“You try this on.” You rushed past them, surprising Peter. You stopped in front of them, revealing the Iron-Spider suit. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” You smiled, stretching out your hand to shake his. “I...I know you. P-Peter.”

He was at a loss for words as he admired the suit — and you. “Nice, huh? My daughter is amazing at this kind of stuff. Now, why don’t you try that on? and I'll introduce the world to the newest official member of the Avengers, Spider-Man.” Tony smiled. You giggled, stepping back so he can get a better look at the suit. “So, what do you say?” You said, excited.

“Thank you, Y/N, Mr. Stark. But….I’m good.” He smiled. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of heart, Tony has been telling you how much he wants to be an Avenger, so why say no?

“You’re good? What do you mean you’re good?”

“I mean...I might just stay on the ground for a while. Friendly neighborhood Spider-man….y’know? Someone’s gotta look out for the little guy.” Peter chuckled. Tony took off his glasses, confused and surprised at Peter. “You’re turning me down? Wha- look at that, look at my daughter- well no, not the point. Look at me, last chance, yes or no?” “N..No”

“Alright. Happy will take you home.” Tony said. You frowned as you watched Peter walk away, turning back to look at the suit once again. Sighing, you opened the glass, taking the suit and putting it in a suitcase like container. “What are you doing?” Tony furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you. “I am not letting all this hard work go to waste. Good choice, but still.” You sighed as you stood up, taking it with you as you walked past him, following Peter.

Just as Peter was about to go down the stairs outside, you ran after him. “Peter!” You called out, making him stop in his tracks. “Y-Y/N?” he looked back, a smile spread across his face. “Here. I- this belongs to you. Also because I worked hard on it. You seem like a good kid. Maybe we should….Hang out sometime” you smiled as you handed him the case. “Of course! Thank you, really, it’s amazing.”

Which leads us to now, in your room, as you and Peter built a LEGO Tie-Fighter. It’s been almost 6 months of you and Peter being great friends, and it’s been nothing but, well, great.

“All done!! We should do the millennium falcon next, I can’t believe we haven’t done that one yet” You giggled. Peter chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your bright smile and the sound of your giggle.

“You should get going, you have to study for that...uh...spanish quiz, is it?” You smiled, handing him his bag. “Yup. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Peter quirked an eyebrow at you, to which you nodded.

“That’s enough. Don’t you two get sick of each other’s faces? God, even I’m starting to get sick of your face, Parker.” Tony groaned as he appeared in the doorway, startling you and Peter.

“Nope. Now scram you two, I want to sleep.” You chuckled, pushing Peter and Tony out before shutting the door in their face. “God, i have no idea how she can sleep so much.” Tony sighed before turning back and leaving.

Peter has been thinking of confessing to you for a few weeks now, but if a simple hangout like that had your dad interrupting the two of you, or being forced to stay in the living room where everyone can see and hear you guys’ every move, it seemed impossible. Not to mention the good ol’ “no dating” rule Tony had for you.

And so he had an idea — to use KAREN, who can lead him to F.R.I.D.A.Y, who can leave you messages of the things he’s always wanted to tell you.

“KAREN, can you connect me to F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Peter asked as he spun around in his chair. “Of course Peter, what for?”

Peter hesitated, stopping for a moment. “U-Uh, just tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to tell Y/N this: Hi, Y/N. I hope you have a great day, you’re one of the coolest people ever. And you’re….really pretty.” Peter smiled, “No problem, Peter. Anything else?” KAREN replied. “Don’t tell her it’s from me, and just say it to her like a casual greeting or something.”

“Hi, Y/N. I hope you have a great day, you’re one of the coolest people ever, and you’re really pretty.” F.R.I.D.A.Y suddenly spoke, startling you. You stopped what you were doing, putting down one of Peter’s suit you were repairing. “What?” you chuckled, “Thank you? That’s very odd. But I’m flattered.”

And so the messages continued. Simple messages like “You’re the best, Y/N!”, or “Hello, Y/N. You look pretty today.”

Which confused Tony, Pepper, and Happy, Tony especially. “Did you hack into the A.I or is it just inlove with you?” Tony asked, puzzled everytime he heard another one of the odd messages. “I don’t know, dad. They just keep coming. Guess F.R.I.D.A.Y just loves me a lot” You shrugged.

It wasn’t until Peter forgot to remind KAREN to keep it anonymous, leading to F.R.I.D.A.Y conveying the message to you — using the recording of Peter originally saying it.

“H-hey, Y/N. I hope you’re having a great today. You look gorgeous.”

Your eyes widened, cocking your head to the side. “What?” you mumbled. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, have all the odd things you’ve been telling me all from Peter?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yes, Y/N. I have been instructed to say it myself, but I did not recieve any instruction this time, just a message.”

You chuckled, a blush creeping up on your face as you realized all the stuff F.R.I.D.A.Y had been saying has all been coming from Peter. “Well then, F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell Peter this: Hey, Peter. You’re adorable. And cheesy.” You said, unable to contain a smirk.

“Hey, Peter. You’re adorable. And cheesy” KAREN played the recording, startling Peter, who was sitting on some rooftop after patrolling. “W-what? Was that Y/N?” Peter panicked, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment. “Oh my god….I must’ve forgot….” He muttered. “This is your chance, Peter. Go get her.” KAREN encouraged him.

Peter took a deep breath, before getting up to go see you. “Well hello, Pete.” You cheekily grinned as you saw him walk inside your lab. “I- Y/N,” Peter struggled to form a sentence as he panted. “Mhm. So, you think I’m gorgeous?” you smirked, making Peter blush in embarrassment. “Y-yeah. I think you’re amazing I just couldn’t say it because-”

Suddenly, you cut him off, leaning forward to kiss him, making Peter’s eyes widen. Before you could break the kiss, Peter grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer, the awkward, innocent kiss turning into a more passionate one.

When you finally pulled away, the both of you couldn’t hide the blush of embarrassment in your faces. “About time we did that.”

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do-not-call-me-meathead · 4 years

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aposiopesis (part two)

My Orphan Black fic on A03

part 1 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

@agoddamnsupernova

Scott wasn’t saying anything. Not that it was incredibly odd that he wasn’t talking, but Cosima could tell that there was something that he wanted to say, but was holding it back. She didn’t know if it was something about her and Sarah or about his few hours with Felix, but she could tell that he was keeping it quiet for a reason unbeknownst to her.

“Where did Felix take you?” She asked him to try to get him to start talking. She even poked him a few times, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was lost in his own thoughts.

Scott blushed and answered sheepishly, “A few bars.”

It was vague, but Cosima didn’t want to press for more. Scott had always shown her privacy and respect when it came to her personal life, and she didn’t want to push him away with any of her own meddling.

“Well, thank you. Seriously, dude. Sarah and I… we needed that talk, you know?”

Scott nodded and swiveled in his chair to finally look at her. “You looked really happy when we walked in. Felix told me he was worried about it, but I guess it all went alright? Not that I know what’s really going on. But my point is, I haven’t seen you that happy in a long time.”

Cosima could read between the lines. She knew that he was really saying that he hadn’t seen her this happy since she was with Delphine. She didn’t know if that was exactly true. Delphine made her feel electric and passionate and vibrant. Sarah… Sarah made her laugh and feel warm. It was different.

“Everyone’s having a rough time right now. I think… it was just what we needed at the moment. Did Felix tell you about Alison and Donnie?”

A text early in the morning the next day made Cosima wonder if Sarah ever slept. Not that Cosima hadn’t been awake when she received the text. Kendall’s death had been plaguing her dreams. Sometimes Kendall was replaced by Delphine and she imagined seeing them getting killed over and over and over again. She wondered if Sarah had similar nightmares.

The texts turned into a phone call.

"Oi, Cos,” Sarah murmured softly with an almost husky-just-woke-up voice that made her accent sound that much more pronounced. "Hope I didn’t wake you."

“You’re fine, Sarah. Any news? On MK or Donnie or…”

"I think Alison’s able to visit Donnie today. With Fee and Adele. I’m hopin’ this turns out to be a My Cousin Vinny scenario with Adele and she’s secretly a genius or somethin’. Or it could be total shite. I’ve been warned to keep out of it."

Cosima chuckled at the idea of Sarah actually staying out of something (she didn’t think that was possible). She could imagine Mrs. S begging Sarah to bite her tongue about Adele being the family lawyer.

“And Felix is going to tell Adele that Alison is your…”

"Twin. I dunno how we’ll keep all this from her but whatever. Art’s still pissed, though, even if this all because of Neolution. But I can’t really judge Alison with the drugs, though, can I?"

“We all do stupid, impulsive things, right? Isn’t that what you said? None of us are perfect.”

"Oi!" Sarah shouted in a tone that would have scared any person who didn’t know her well, causing Cosima to snort. "Are you sayin’ I’m not perfect, Niehaus?"

“Yo, my hands are in the air in surrender, Manning. I’m not saying anything.”

Sarah laughed, her voice ringing slightly, causing an echo on the phone. Cosima wished that she could hear the laugh in person. Her laugh always sounded raw, like her voice wasn’t completely used to it.

"I guess there’s a reason why they call you smart, Cos. Speakin’ of, MK did call. She’s gonna hook us up to Susan somehow. I told her that you need to be involved too. I’d come over to you but… S is under the impression that Neos might be after me."

That didn’t surprise Cosima in the slightest, but it did make her wonder about Sarah’s foster mother. “How’s Siobhan doing?”

"She’s not angry with me anymore, but she’s angry, Cosima. Not at you or us or anythin’. But at Neos and Evie Cho and Duko. Kira’s ‘specially worried ‘bout her. I dunno, Cos. I feel… like something's happenin’. Or about to happen. I dunno who to trust."

Cosima understood that feeling better than anyone. Trust was something that was easy for the scientist to gain, but once she loses it… She immediately thought of Delphine and Shay and how she hadn’t felt like she could completely trust someone she was sleeping with for years.

“I know, Sarah. But there’s a bunch of people that are on our side. It’s my turn to be optimistic. We’re going to get the cure and we’re going to destroy Neolution.”

Sarah sighed with what sounded like tiredness. "Yeah, but at what cost?"

.......

Her screen was blank for a few minutes until she could see everyone. Sarah, Susan, Rachel, and MK. This was what she was waiting for. Scott was by her side, which was reassuring. The two of them had finally come up with an idea for a cure that might actually work.

“Yo, Rachel.”

"Yo."

The rest of the conversation wasn’t as exciting as those first words. She was surprised that Rachel and Sarah hadn’t begun fighting on the video call, but there was something strange happening on Sarah’s end that made Cosima question what was happening over there at the safe house. She was even more caught off guard when Sarah had shut her computer off while they were in the middle of a conversation with Susan and Rachel, not that it seemed to faze them at all.

It was time for her to finally voice her idea. She didn’t want to work with them. She barely wanted to converse with them. But the only way she could actually pull off this cure was with their help.

“So,” Cosima finally began, knowing that she couldn’t hold back any theories if she ever wanted a cure (even if that meant working with their enemies). “I have a couple of ideas.”

........

She had texted Sarah. More than once. She didn’t want to bother her, but she was concerned with how abruptly she ended the video call. She tried to not read too much into it (Sarah was infamous for her unread text messages) but it was almost impossible to not be worried with everything else going on.

And besides that, she needed to talk to her. After hours of debating possibilities for the cure, they could only come up with one possible solution. One possible solution that Cosima actually thought might work. She hated to admit it, but Susan and Rachel were fairly brilliant. They kept up with all her insane thinking.

She was excited to tell Sarah about this new possibility, but she was also terrified. Not only did she need some of Sarah’s eggs, but she would also have to go to the island to actually do the science in a lab that was much more qualified than their own.

The door blasted open, interrupting her thoughts and conversation with Scott about what she would have to bring to the island. She was surprised to find Siobhan standing at the door with a huge ass gun in her hand. On instinct, Cosima almost raised her hands up in the air, but S didn’t look angry at her.

“Duko’s comin’ here. Art and Sarah too. You two are going to stay down here and not say a word. No matter what. Got it, loves? Don’t come back up until someone gets you.”

Cosima and Scott shared a look but they didn’t have the time to ask her about what the hell she was talking about. It frightened them, but they followed her directions. They knew not to go against her orders (that would be a death wish).

Both of them listened intently to the room above them, but they could only hear murmurs of familiar voices. Cosima had expected screaming or yelling or something horrifying as that, but she barely heard a thing until… the indistinguishable bang. Cosima immediately grasped Scott’s arm. After Kendall’s murder, she had hoped that she would never have to hear gunfire again. After a few minutes, the door opened for a brief second, but only for a short enough period for Hell Wizard to enter the basement.

“Duko’s dead,” Hell Wizard announced, looking as pale as a ghost. “Detective Bell and Sarah left.”

Cosima felt like fainting. She thought the idea of anyone else getting murdered would be horrifying, but part of her actually felt a wave of relief to find out that Duko was dead and wouldn’t hurt anyone else in the family. She knew Kendall’s death was only partially avenged. They still had to find a cure and put a stop to Evie Cho.

She felt her pocket buzz.

Sarah Manning: i gotta see kira, i’ll come clean tomorrow, S’ crew will be there in a few to get the body

Cosima Niehaus: Are you OK, Sarah?

Sarah Manning: i’ll update u tomorrow,,, pls dont go upstairs

Cosima thought about texting her back, begging her to tell her everything, but she knew that she couldn’t push her. That it would only push Sarah away from her. Instead, she put her phone down and announced to the others what Sarah had told her.

Scott just shook his head and returned to the computer while Hell Wizard offered a pot brownie. Cosima didn’t refuse.

.........

Someone was shaking her awake. She didn’t know when she fell asleep (or how exactly she fell asleep after last night) but when she woke up, her head ached. Somehow, Hell Wizard must have convinced her to drink too. Not a good mix.

“You okay, geek monkey?” Sarah asked her with pure concern and crossed arms. “Party hard or somethin’?”

Cosima sat up, rubbed her eyes, and realized that it was just the two of them in the basement. “Where’s--”

“When I got here, Scotty boy and Wizard boy were both scrubbin’. They don’t seem too thrilled with my presence.”

Cosima rolled her eyes. “Well, most people don’t like it when you kill someone a few feet away from them. But hey, that’s just a guess.”

Sarah glared at her. “Piss off, Cos. I thought you’d be the last person who’d be angry at Duko’s death.” When the scientist looked away from her, she sighed. "Cosima, S had to. For Kendall.”

“I get it, Sarah,” Cosima snapped. “I just would have liked to know before it happened, you know? A little heads up or something? Because dammit, Sar. I would have liked to not be here when it happened.”

Sarah sat down onto the bed next to Cosima and stared at her own muddy boots. “Loads happened yesterday, Cosima. I know that sounds like an excuse, but it’s true. Alison was threatened by Duko to give up my location in return for not knockin’ Donnie off. The only way to make sure no one died was to kidnap Duko and kill ‘im.”

Cosima raised her eyebrows. Sarah wasn’t wrong. A lot had happened. “But that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have called me at the very least. Jesus, Sarah! Why can’t you just let someone into your life so you don’t have to go through all this alone?”

Sarah jumped up and headed for the stairs, ready to run away. Back turned to the scientist, Sarah said, “I should’ve told you. You’re right, Cos. I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark. But I can’t… I fucked that up. Shite. It’s what I do.”

Cosima’s anger dissipated from her body, though she didn’t quite know why. “You’re so dramatic, Manning. And I thought Alison was bad.”

The lighter tone in the scientist’s voice made Sarah turn around. “That’s the worst thing you coulda said to me. She’s a bloody theater actress for fuck’s sake. Though, I did grow up with Fee. Maybe he rubbed off a lil on me, yeah?”

“Just a little. But seriously, Sarah. Why are your communication skills so damn awful?”

Sarah only shrugged and felt her body condense into itself. She didn’t want to talk about herself or her fucked up nature or why she was so shit at life. In fact, she avoided those conversations at all costs. Which was why she normally avoided Cosima most of the time too. Cosima was the only one who wanted to know that kind of stuff about Sarah.

She turned around again and said, “Yeah, well, I dunno, do I? I gotta go see Kira--”

Cosima ran over and grabbed Sarah’s hand as she tried to walk off. She didn’t know what to say when Sarah looked at her, her eyes watering and lips quivering slightly (Cosima wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t been staring so intensely). She hadn’t wanted to piss her off, but she needed answers. Sarah had almost always been an enigma to her. She wasn’t one at first, not with her bitchy attitude and con artist tendencies. But now that Sarah was their leader, their person, she felt like she knew her less and less.

“Sarah… I’m a blunt person. So truthful to a degree that I like end up offending half the people that I’ve met.”

The other woman didn’t know where she was going with this. “Yeah, good for ya, Cos.”

Cosima grumbled. “What I’m trying to say is, I am going to be honest with you. It’s who I am, Sarah. And honestly, I don’t understand you. You act like nothing affects you until it does. You struggle with loving people and yet you’re the most loyal person I know. And you’re always alright, even when you’re not. I just want to know who you are, but you won’t let me.”

Sarah wanted to let go of Cosima’s hand and run. Run far and fast. But her grip was strong and something in Cosima’s eyes told her that this is what the scientist needed, though Sarah didn’t understand why.

“It’s not just you, Cos.” Sarah confided when she couldn’t think of a way out. “Why do you think I pushed Cal to leave? Why do you think I keep S at arm’s length and left Kira? Felix is the only one who’s ever opened me up. And that’s because he forced me. After years of bloody naggin’. It’s got nothing to do with you, yeah?”

That didn’t make Cosima feel any better. She could have guessed all of that. “But why, Sarah? Why can’t you let me in? Let me help you?”

Sarah sighed and wiped her nose that was running with her sleeve. “Because I’m an orphan, Cos. I grew up unwanted. Jumped from foster home to foster home that was either too crowded, too handsy, or too damn lonely. I didn’t have someone like you growin’ up. Or Alison or Cal or anyone. Not until Fee. But even then… Jesus, Cos. Why you askin’ all this?”

Cosima grasped her other hand and tried to smile. “Because I want you to trust me, Sarah. Like I trust you.”

“But I do trust you, Cos. I do. I just wanna protect you from all this shit. That’s why I didn’t tell you about the night I almost ended it with snortin' and drinkin' and shaggin' couples. Or about yesterday. Or all the other shit I’ve kept to myself. You already have so much to deal with. I can take care of everythin’ else.”

Cosima groaned and facepalmed, letting go of the other woman's hands. “But you don’t have to! You’re not the only clone, Sarah! Let someone help you for god sakes!”

Sarah shook her head. “I can’t.”

"Why?"

“Because I deserve this,” She shouted and pounded her chest like she wanted to hit something (and decided to hit herself). “I’ve wasted my shit life doing shit things. Maybe this is the way I can make it better, yeah? You’ve got science, Alison’s got school boards and her plays, Beth was a cop, hell Krystal’s even got cosmetics. I’ve got nothin’. I’m just nothin’ but a shit mother and hustler and lover of abusers.” She fell to her knees before Cosima had a chance to even try to catch her. “Everyone’s better off w’out me.”

“I’m not,” Cosima told her immediately. She crouched down and wrapped her arms around the shaking body. “Listen to me, Sarah. You’re a survivor. Restless, remember? You’re wicked smart. Strong. Brave. You’re my hero. My friend. My… god, Sarah. Do I have to say more for you to understand? We wouldn’t have gotten this far without you. You’re our rock, Sar. Our hope. We need you. I need you.”

Sarah rested her head on Cosima’s lap and held onto the scientist's shirt like she was trying to hold on.

“I feel her, Cos,” Sarah confessed as quietly as she could. “I feel her with me. I see her everywhere. All my dreams are about her. I’m worried that I’m… turnin' into Beth.”

Cosima blinked. She knew that there was a connection between the clones. A connection that couldn't be explained by any science that she was aware of. It was why Kira was unexplainably different. She didn’t understand why Sarah felt connected to Beth (or if anyone else had this feeling), but she wanted to.

“I won’t let that happen. I’ll protect you, just like you protect all of us.”

Instead of telling her about the island and exchange with Rachel like she knew she should have, she dragged Sarah to the bed and commanded her to sleep.

Their fingers intertwined and Sarah, with one last exhale, finally closed her eyes.

...........

Cosima would have never expected Sarah to be cuddly. The lion-hearted girl with the lion’s mane had her body practically wrapped around the scientist’s, her head rested gently into the curve of Cosima’s neck, breathing into her hair. It was surprising and endearing and made Cosima’s heart beat faster than normal. She couldn’t remember being this physically close to someone without sex being involved.

She would have never thought that Sarah would look this delicate as she slept. And she was sure that the punk would be the first to deny it too. She felt Sarah’s warm hands around her body and she didn’t want her to ever peel away. Cosima decided that she could live like this forever. It would be easy, she thought. Simple. The idea of staying this way with Sarah Manning made her grin and smile and it subsequently scared her.

She only felt this way with Delphine.

Sarah had her face. It was obvious and made her shake her head at the idiocy of the immediate thought, but she couldn’t stop staring at it. They had the same face. But it wasn’t the exact same. Or maybe their faces were the exact same and Cosima just imagined little differences because they were incredibly different people with different scars and different stories. Maybe Sarah seemed older because she had done more things and lived a harder life. Maybe Cosima felt younger because she admired Sarah so intensely. But for some reason, Cosima didn’t see Sarah like the rest. She saw her face in Alison, Beth, even Helena. But Sarah?

“Cos, why’re you bloody staring at me?”

Cosima raised her eyebrows. Sarah hadn’t even opened her eyes and yet she somehow knew. She didn’t know if she was freaked out by that or completely intrigued.

“I’d say it was because you’re hot, but I wouldn’t want it to go to your head, weirdo.”

“Narcissist,” Sarah snorted and finally opened her eyes. She moved her body immediately away from the other clone. “Fuck. Didn’t mean to hold you that tight, Niehaus. What time is it anyway?”

Cosima checked the time and sighed. In only a few hours, she was supposed to be in the air on the way to the island and she still hadn’t told Sarah about it.

“Listen, Sarah...” Cosima had already begun to trail off, just looking at the way the punk’s smile faltered and filled with worry and concern. “No, no. It’s nothing bad. Actually, something good. I think… I think we might have figured out the cure.”

Sarah gaped at her and then jumped up out of the bed and shouted, “Holy shite! That’s… that’s… and you’re not playin’? Don’t mess with me, Cos. This is--”

“Real, Sarah. I have good feelings about it. It’s the breakthrough we were all waiting for.”

“That’s bloody amazin’, Cos,” she muttered and ran her fingers through her mane of hair, still gaping in awe with disbelief. “You’re brilliant. I always knew you’d figure it out.”

Cosima felt her stomach knot. She had left out the worst part of the news. On purpose. Knowing Sarah’s moment of pure joy would soon vanish and be replaced with… well… she hoped that it wouldn’t be anger.

She opened her mouth, but Sarah had already started talking again. Shouting, really. In a strangely unlike-Sarah kind of way that would have normally made Cosima extremely thrilled.

“Kira’s gonna jump up and down when she finds out. Honestly, everyone will. Bloody hell. I could just kiss you right now, I’m so fuckin’ happy.”

Sarah was still grinning as if she hadn’t heard the words that came out of her own mouth. But Cosima heard them. Her mouth felt dry and she felt like her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t stop visualizing it.

Her mouth on Sarah’s.

She tried to shake it out of her head because she was sure that Sarah hadn’t actually meant that she wanted to kiss her. Besides, Cosima knew that her thoughts would have disturbed the punk. She tried to think about anything else, anything else, but it wasn’t working.

Instead, she blurted, “I need your eggs.”

Sarah froze, no longer jittery, and muttered, “What?”

“For the cure, I mean. We need both Castor sperm and Leda eggs. To make--”

“The original,” Sarah whispered and slouched over slightly. “Yeah, I get it. W-when?”

Cosima scratched her head. “Now would be a good time, actually. I mean, the procedure needs to be done soon. Like really soon.”

Sarah tilted her head with a questioning stare. “What’re you not tellin’ me, Cos?”

Cosima sighed and felt herself wishing that she wasn’t the one who had to tell her this part. “We can’t do this alone, Sarah. We just don’t have the resources.”

Sarah blinked, not connecting the dots yet. “So?”

“So, I’m going to a place with ample resources and… and guidance. I’m going to the island.”

Sarah’s posture immediately changed. She crossed her arms and started pacing around the room, unable to be stopped by any force.

“No. Not with bloody Rachel and Susan.”

Cosima frowned and confessed, “Actually, Rachel’s coming here. With Ira. They’re here to… help. Supposedly. I’m not quite--”

“And you think this is a good idea, ey?” Sarah asked and waved her hands up in her air, getting more pissed off by the second. “Makin’ deals with the devil—“

“Evie Cho and Neolution are the villains here, Sarah!” Cosima interrupted and got up from the bed so that she could walk up to her. “Us not having the cure, that’s our enemy. That’s our killer.”

Sarah shook her head and tried to avoid being near her. “You’ve forgotten all the shit Rachel and Susan have put us through! Cos, I want this cure as much as you do--”

“Really, because I don’t think you’re the one that’s dying, Sarah, even though you sometimes want to.”

Cosima regretted it the second the words flew out of her mouth thoughtlessly. She watched as all the color vanished from the other clone’s face. She and Sarah might not have always seen eye to eye on everything, but she had never made Sarah go silent and pale before. She didn’t know anyone could do that.

Sarah sniffled, backing away from the other woman who tried to reach out, and said, “Yeah, okay, Cos. You got the eggs, yeah? And I’ll play nice with bloody Rachel. I’ll do all this for you, Cosima. Because… Jesus, do I really have to say it out loud? I thought you knew better than anyone that I would do anythin’ to have the sickness instead of you. Jus’ seein’ you… it’s my curse. I’ll give you my bloody eggs.”

She walked away with tears in her eyes. Tears that Cosima knew that she had caused. She slammed her fist into the air and bit her tongue instead of screaming. She didn’t want to scare Scott.

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years

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im supposed to be working on uh literally anything else but instead i gotta get this outta my brain

tl;dr: slag is causing the Psychos to spread across the galaxy bc the Calypsos are using it to both brainwash their cultists and give them ‘special powers’. i mean, its not just slag, it’s eridian ruins/tech, too, but the Twins are utilizing slag the most. which explains the slagfalls and also the processed eridium everywhere still. im hoping sirens will help us cure this- starting with Krieg because slag/Psychos have some sort of connection to the other dimension, just like Sirens, but more messy. also this insanity from the slag/Psycho-ness is literally Mayhem and us fans are taking part in it- we’re the cult irl. plus, this game is gonna be about love and the relationships we have with the people we care about and that’s all the roses mean because i’m feeling s o f t tonight. tomorning. whatever maaaaan

“… among their fractured ramblings, it is tempting to try and find a deeper meaning…”

“[their madness] defies attempts at explanation or containment. from an isolated region of a single planet, to a nearby moon, to systems throughout every human colony, madness is catching…”

you can’t tell me this isn’t just BEGGING for us to figure it out

so, for my own sake:

i have a theory.

i kinda sorta hinted at this with my destroyer theory but i REALLY wanna go all out in this because i think this is actually something to think about… mostly because ive seen A Scene… and i wants to talk about it, vh. i wants it

now im gonna `lol` ignore everything about my lost legion eternal theory and start entirely from scratch. it’s also 1am here for my apologies if this comes across as incoherent because wow i should be asleep but fuck it i got research to do

so it all starts with psychos. i mean i guess it does. it’s gotta right? i brought in pictures it must

anyway

the guide admits that the first psychos came from Dahl’s prison colonies

the ones abandoned on pandora, now ive kinda talked about this b4 but imma talk about it again bc uhhh fuck it? why not.

so we know a lot of the bandits left on Pandora mutated because of the eridian ruins/the key. this is referenced mostly in sledge’s mine

its like world-wise called headstone mine but i never remember that. SLEDGE’S MINE

notice that line “most went crazy and many were physically mutated as well”

so i think it’s safe to say whatever they found in there started causing psychos to appear on pandora

im saying that i think eridians are the cause of Psychos across the galaxy

i have a lot more proof for this so please sit back and enjoy the ride because i think its really really cool

so lets look at hector’s logs from the newest dlc

“one of my boys found a shiny alien trinket”

“a few boys went rabid already, had to put them down”

now idk if there’s a connection here, but it’s interesting that both times, people who found these eridian artifacts started going crazy soon after

shit i mean even tannis begins to go off the wall after her and her dig team start investigating the eridian sites. although if that is because of the horrific incidents that befell her and her team or the ruins idk for certain. i’d bet its the shitty incidents tho

there’s more to this, hang on…

alright, so, lab rats? they’re pretty cool right?

we all like lab rats! personally, chase is my favorite, but adam is hilarious. that final season, huh? pretty wicked… wasn’t really a fan of the island setting but you know what, to each their own. it’s cool they actually progressed the show instead of staying stagnant. that got my respect even if it moved in a direction that wasn’t my cup of tea.

anyway Q U O T E S:

“Hyperion opened my eyes. i didn’t want it!”

“needles in my eyes!”

“don’t you look at me!”

“i can see! i don’t want to see!”

so there’s obviously something ~fucky~ going on with the lab rats and whatever it is they can see from the hyperion experimentation. we know hyperion had a hard-on for slag experimentation and you know i wouldn’t even be shocked if they were injecting these rats’ eyes with slag.

the best part is their reactions when they’re phaselocked. Unlike most enemies, the lab rats will only react to maya’s action skill, and none of the other VHs.

vs something like a marauder:

who has all these voice lines for Zer0, Axton, Sal (merc), AND Maya

the lab rats will only ever respond to being phaselocked.

and what do they say?

“i see the universe!”

“i see infinity!”

“it’s beautiful!”

(now weirdly enough i was told on the tv tropes for bl2 that the lab rats will say “I see it more!” when phaselocked by maya, but i couldn’t find a source for that. couldn’t even find it in the files i extracted from the game. i checked an online video just to double check because you know, my extraction could’ve been off, but it wasn’t there, either. even phaselocked one a bunch as maya and i couldn’t get it to proc. so, idk where that info came from, if someone could give a source/proof that would be awesomesauce.)

sooo what do other enemies say when phaselocked? usually… they just see blue. so nothing quite as interesting as infinity.

so wtf is up here?

im thinking the experiments hyperion performed on the lab rats are letting them see the dimension maya locks them in. i mean, tbh, i think they can see into that dimension whenever they open their eyes, but maybe maya’s phaselock makes sense of it for them. because they seem to be in indescribable agony outside of it

but the lab rats aren’t the only enemies that only react to being phaselocked

turns out the psychos only react to phaselocking, too

they also have some fun lines:

“I can see forever!”

“I’m home!”

“I’m inside… I’M INSIDE ME!”

with some other nonsense thrown in for fun

so idk, just taking a look at this, it’s clear the psychos and lab rats are seeing something that the other bandits just aren’t seeing. most reactions are demands to be released or that they’re flying, or just straight up confusion as to what’s happening.

is that the side effect of their exposure to slag/eridian tech? yeah, imma bet on it. their mind machines probably broke because they saw something they weren’t supposed to (possibly into the other dimension. the one maya phaselocks them in) without proper ‘protection’ and thus went batshit. like maybe sirens are protected from the craziness of the other dimension because they’re ‘chosen’ or whatever. iunno.

i do think it’s most interesting that the psychos seem familiar with whatever they’re seeing, calling it ‘home’ and well… themselves.

so why in the fuck am i talking about all this? because i think it ties straight into bl3.

let’s bring back lab rats and their experiments

you know how hyperion was supposedly injecting their eyes with slag? and it caused them to shoot those weird blue lasers out?

what happens to the destroyer’s eye in tps?

yeah we inject this bad boy with slag

“i only juice the eye with a little bit of slag at a time”

which ends up causing a singularity around the eye the second time you do it

“if this slag stuff is powering the laser, we need to force as much of it as we can back into the eye. the increased power will trip a failsafe and let us shut everything down”

oh, increased power? you mean like how Sirens get increased power from absorbing eridium? that kind of increased power?

we know in bl1 the Destroyer seemed to have something like slag in it- those glowing pockets on the tentacles that explode into purple goo

even its attacks are like purple liquid. which, you know… would be quite similar to slag (tho tbf, these attacks actually hurt instead of applying the debuff)

and boy does the destroyer not like it

“warning. space-time instability detected.” after injecting the eye with too much slag. but… why? it got too powerful? are its powers directly connected to the other dimension and by increasing it’s strength a bunch we created some sorta link between our dimension and the other one?

i mean given the other dimension allows for teleportation and shit, im not surprised there’s a space-time instability!

i mean we’ve all seen it do the eye laser thing, and the tentacles, and the purple goop. but causing space-time instabilities… that’s new isn’t it? kinda like how Sirens get new powers after they absorb a bunch of eridium???

so i wanna take a guess as to what the destroyer is

we know its ‘immortal in its own realm’ but when it’s taken an actual body that we can kill it, so odds are, it never actually died in bl1 OR tps. i imagine the Destroyer we see in bl1 is just a small fragment of it, and that it’s consciousness can be spread out across hosts. *EDIT: actually the lovely @automata-systemata-hydromata reminded me that you can find the destroyers brain in Helios. The other stuff I left in should be fine tho I thiiiink (thank you!).

and that, y’know, is cool and all, but what IS it??

Jack uses slag to give it a power boost, but it doesn’t seem to be happy about it when it happens. in fact, it even seems scared.

to be honest, all we know is that the eridians locked it away for some reason

idk im just spitballing here, but what if the Eridians were the creators of the destroyer? not intentionally, or maybe it was the result of one hell of a slag experiment/exposure to the other dimension/eridian tech, but we’ve seen what slag/exposure to eridian stuff does to humans… makes them go crazy, makes them start mutating. i mean, look at badass psychos. look at goliaths.

i mean shit even think about bloodwing. she goes wild, attacking the VHs and not listening to mordecai’s instructions despite their bond

she grows to a huge size and gains a whole shitload of new powers she didn’t have before. including fucking fire breath (which we’ve seen in burning psychos)

you know these dudes

i go into all this eridium/slag mutation stuff in SO much more detail in this post here, so if you’re interested in mutations, read this!

so what if the destroyer is just one HELL of a mutated eridian/alien and it plus all the eridium was locked away forever in the other dimension to keep this from ever happening again? because god, i wouldn’t want that to ever happen again, either, and i guess locking away the eridium (you know the stuff used in all these hyperion experiments) would be their best bet at ensuring it. also maybe just… locking away anything with eridium for that long probably isn’t the best idea… maybe that’s why it’s all tentacles and death. maybe they just locked someone away in a Vault as a prison and then leaving them with all that eridium caused them to mutate wildly out of control. kinda like the FEV.

i mean we know ‘slagged psychos’ look like this

i wouldn’t be surprised if we gave them enough slag/time they’d end up mutating even worse. and the destroyer was left in the vault for hundreds of years.

so wtf is the connection here with Sirens? there’s gotta be one, right??? is slag experimentation the first rung on the ladder of volatile science to achieving siren-hood? like you’d have slag/eridium experiments/mutations -> the lost legion eternal -> actual Sirens. maybe if sirens take in too much eridium they become something like the destroyer. now that’s fucked up to think about.

maybe it’s better the twins took lilith’s powers away from her…

oh, speaking of mutations and burning psychos and hyperion experiments, you know what we haven’t talked about yet?

Krieg.

let’s talk a whole lot about Krieg, because he is super important

krieg is important for a lot of reasons.

u know what his teaser trailer was named?

yeah i don’t think that’s coincidence one bit

ahhh Mayhem.

“deep beneath pandora, an experiment has escaped”

we know krieg is a hyperion test subject, dr samuels confirms this (and apparently contracts insanity as well at the end of the Crawmerax DLC)

also we know some other tests going on at the WEP from the quest Doctor’s Orders:

“this vault key didn’t make eridium come outta the ground for nothing, right?”

and there’s this one very very very interesting line by Tannis at the end of the quest:

“the spread of slag poisoning” yeah call it that DUMB name tannis, im gonna call it what all the kool kids are calling it: ~Mayhem~

so… Krieg.

what’s so special about him?

well… he gives us insight into what the hell is actually going on inside the heads of some psychos.

so idk about you guys but i always took this as a poke at Maya and Krieg, but i realize now that this is talking literally just about Krieg. it’s about his body holding both sides of himself.

krieg does appear to be like lucid behind the psycho controlling his body, which, idk about you guys, but for me that plants some pretty horrible mental images of all the psychos in-game who probably have similarly exasperated people behind them who are getting murdered because they can’t control themselves anymore.

and idk i wrote this whole post about how maybe the slag experimentation is turning people into hosts for the destroyer’s consciousness and that could explain all the wacked up psychos and shit. but tbh im not gonna talk about that today

just about slag experimentation/eridium exposure. we know what it ACTUALLY does and that’s mutate the hell out of things and cause insanity.

Krieg is like… the poster child for slag experimentation/eridium exposure

soooo why does slag experimentation make people go insane? could be any number of reasons, but tbh i would bet it has to do with that other dimension somehow. because eridium isn’t a normal ‘our dimension’ element. it came out of a vault. from a different dimension. and who knows the long-term effects of that shit.

i personally had a theory that the 4th dimension had something to do with time and that only Sirens are able to harness this power, but then i have no idea how to explain angel and amara’s powers through that lense, so eh. fuck it. just seeing an upper dimension would make you go crazy anyway, so let’s not bring any time shit into this because that’s just asking for trouble.

either way

i think that sirens are able to make sense of that other dimension. they have some sort of command of it/some sort of tie to it that allows them to not go crazy the instant they interact with it, unlike psychos. unlike lab rats. unlike Krieg. it’s like… eridium is our window into this other dimension or some shit and Sirens are (literally) able to process it, while it just fucks over anyone else who tries to interact. ~kachow i just introduced parallels~

and tbh i think we’re going to use Sirens to help cure this plague of insanity going around the universe. probably starting with Krieg. i mean, the only time he’s able to get even an iota of control is when he sees Maya. “Turn around pretty lady!!” like… that’s HUGE for him. and Maya’s a Siren. im not saying the power of love isn’t strong… but maybe the power of Sirens is stronger. i’d love if tannis helped us out with that. maya, too, if she really did learn more about sirens on athenas.

this all ties into borderlands 3 for 2 reasons:

1. Mayhem being both the tagline for this game and Krieg the Psycho’s DLC pack is not a coincidence

2. The calypso twins are going to be using slag to both brainwash people into becoming cultists and give them special powers

`breaks fingers` this is the real meat of this theory, all that other stuff was just getting you READY for this

let’s put the Mayhem stuff off to the side for a second and just focus on the Calypso twins.

We know they’re promising their cultists special powers and free brainwashes (lol)

we’ve seen that one concept art from the museum of mayhem with the giant slag pool

we know enemies are STILL dropping refined Eridium even though it seems like all manufacturers have stopped creating slag weaponry

and we’ve seen the slag falls in a bl3 promo material already

oh yes

okay so i said right at the very beginning of this document that i’ve seen A Scene that i wanna talk about and oh baby this is it

This Scene right here

look in the very back there

look familiar???

~it shooouuuuullld~

yeah this is it!!!

so what i think is going down: anyone who’s not already insane is sorta ‘baptized’ as their entrance into this cult in the big ol slagfall. maybe the twins have a way to induce slagged cultists so they can have elemental affinities. not sure about that.

regardless

the twins are using slag to drive people insane (turning them into psychos) as a form of brainwashing to force people to join their cult.

so that’s the special powers and the free brainwashing and the slagfalls down.

let’s talk about why exactly we’re seeing enemies drop bars of refined eridium even though hyperion stopped making them. because the twins are making it!! it makes sense why there’s no slag guns still, even if it still exists in-universe: of course no manufacturer is going to contact an insane bandit cult just to get their hands on slag for their guns.

there was a 7 year dry spell of eridium production so there was no slag to go around, so companies started phasing it out of their guns and replacing it with nuclear.

but the twins have recently started production again. they’re obviously not using it in their guns, or selling it to other manufacturers. so wtf are they using it for? it’s gotta be important, it’s holy holy holy.

special powers and brainwashing!

and the refined eridium is back in circulation, so enemies are still dropping it. see? solution acquired.

as for psycho-ness spreading across the universe? it makes sense. not only are the twins using their slag to brainwash people and turn them into psycho cultists, but people are also being mutated by the eridian ruins/vault keys/vaults on the other planets and being driven insane. This craziness is quite literally Mayhem.

Mayhem is coming, indeed!

now let us talk about what the fucccck gearbox is doing with all that Mayhem stuff in the trailers and shit.

sooo WE are the cult surrounding this game. as the fan base.

do u think it was coincidence that they made ‘ECHOnet’ Streamers the leaders of their big bad cult and then also immediately introduced, in real life, the Twitch ECHOcast extension and invited a bunch of streamers to play their demo? they knew exactly what they were doing. Giving away a free cultist psycho mask to everyone who preorders a console copy of the game? that’s intentional. everyone who preorders the game gets a ‘gold weapon skin pack’? yeah! you know what gold weapons represent in-universe? higher standing in the cult!! gearbox is making commentary on how we are all just like the cultists!

AND THEY ARE TOTALLY RIGHT

all the trailers having something to do with Mayhem? ‘Mask of Mayhem’ ‘Mural of Mayhem’ ‘We are Mayhem’ ‘Mayhem is coming’. We’re all insane cultists because we’re all absolutely fucking rabid for this game and they KNOW IT.

…

oh also we’re all in love with each other lmao.

in all seriousness, i think the game is going to focus a lot on the relationships we have with the people we care about- our found family, our romantic interests, our friendships- and that’s being expressed through the roses.

i think that’s why all the characters are shown in the roses on the cover art. why the roses are so prominent in the So Happy Together trailer. why Zane is sitting at a bar with a rose between himself and his clone (as a joke, but still, it’s the intent).

red roses are, like, the most obvious way to show your affection to someone. and we know the bl3 Vault Hunters are going to find family in each other in this game. that we’re going to watch the calypso twins’ relationship become warped as the game goes on. hell, we’re probably even going to have a whole plot about tina and mordy (and talon) and brick being a small family together, and maya and ava being one as well. plus ellie and vaughn have gotten together since commander lilith. shit, guys, even claptrap is building himself a girlfriend.

this game’s about love, guys.

anyway i have been working on this since 1:30am. it’s currently 6:06am. i am very tired and very wired and those never mesh well. im gonna go eat some motherfuckin pizza.

edit: i missed the obvious connection the first time around: of course we’re going to cure Krieg, he loves Maya. and this game is all about love.

that and/or one or both of them die and gearbox hurts us right in the softest parts of our hearts.

edit 2: also yeah at some point in the near future im writing that Hyperion-Twins theory because as much as i love Atlas, i have ~seen some things~

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #the calypso twins #krieg #im so sorry this is like 1 billion pages #but i really had fun with it #i worked on this for a very very long time so i hope its coherent enough #i sorta just go on tangents and always repeat myself when i've said similar stuff in previous posts and i feel bad #but also i can't always put in EVERY single detail when im spending 5+ hours on a post just typing all this up anyway #so instead i reference old posts #but i feel like a dumb game of telephone #anyway #im very tired #it's time for pizza

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jamesbuckybarnes19174 · 1 year

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*kisses u softly, holding onto ur arm* i love you… mhm… i’d like that james… i-i’d really like that… y-you would s-stay? and e-eat with me? *sniffles* t-thank you, i l-love you… i love y-you so m-much baby… i’m s-so lucky… wow… mhm… i g-got you… i love you… love you so much… *holds ur hand, holding onto ur wrist in my other hand, falling asleep*

*slowly stirs awake, gently tugging ur arm* h-hi jamie *smiles softly at u* i gotta go… i can’t wait to come back n be with you… *smiles softly, hugging and kissing u* i love you so much lovey… i really love you… *kisses u again before getting up*

voice message to james: hi honey… *yawns* man… i’m sleepy *chuckles* mmmm… was hard to get up this morning… you’re so comfy baby…. i hope you’re okay… i’m okay just tired is all… wanna sleep for long time… *chuckles* mmm… i had fun visiting you yesterday… you’re so cute… makes me so happy to be with you… just love you so much… can visit me today? ‘s okay if not… *yawns* hope you have a good day honey… i love you so much… i really really love you…. can’t wait to be with you later tonight… i love you…

message to james: 😴so sleepyyyyyyy

message to james: cannnnn u bring me coffee 😁 or tell sammy to bring me coffeeee? thank uuuuuu💗😁

message to james: i miss uuuuuuuuu😞💗

message to james: i can’t wait to come home n see u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love u i love uuuuuuuu 🥰💗✨(see how many exclamation points i used that’s how excited i am🥰)

*wakes up, looking at you sleepily and nods, hugging you tightly and kisses you gently* I love you so much too baby…I love you *kisses you back*

message to kitten: I’m gonna bring you coffee, patience my little kitten lol : )

message to kitten: Sam was hogging the coffee machine so I’m a little delayed but I’m on my way baby

*comes to the lab with a coffee n breakfast sandwich, sitting with you n eats with you, squeezing your hand occasionally and helping you when you need it* I love you baby…*hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek a few times before leaving*

voice message to kitten: hey baby…mmm you sound very cute and sleepy *chuckles* ‘m alright…I miss you…I was really comfy with you this mornin’ too baby..:we’re cuddle longer tomorrow…I love you so much…was nice you visitin’ me…hope you liked when I stayed for a little today…I think it was nice…I wish I could’ve stayed for longer baby…I’ll see you very soon though okay? I love you so much….really really love you…

message to kitten: I love you too baby :)❤️yes baby I can see your many exclamation points!!! I’m excited too :)

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hey julia, im really sad because after a year or so of writing for a published paper, the prof analyzing the data found an inconsistency in my database and when he fixed it the new results he got changed the outline of our paper in a big way. i'm still getting primary authorship because i did all the data collecting and initial writing, but pretty much all i wrote is gonna have to be scrapped :( i was really proud of what i wrote and having it go through editing because it was mine (1/2)

(2/2)I feel so disappointed with everything though and i know it’s my first ever real writing experience but i was hoping it would work out a bit better :c im still gonna have access to see how the paper evolves and be invited to the talks about it, but it just isn’t mine anymore and i kind of feel like i failed, i was banking on this paper to apply for grad school because being published gives me an edge but it doesn’t feel like its my work anymore :( what do u do when u have a sad science day?

Oh maria /biiiig hug/ i’m so sorry to hear you’re going through a rough time. it’s ok to feel sad and disappointed because i know it’s tough to watch something you’ve worked so hard on get scrapped like that. but you know what? you’re tougher! and i know you’ll get through this.

Firstly, give yourself a warm hug for completing the monumental task that is writing a manuscript, regardless of what ended up happening. Finishing something so challenging is not trivial! And you know what, all those experience points you gained by going through this journey are yours to keep. So when it comes to writing another manuscript in grad school, you’ll know exactly what to do! And that’s pretty great, yeah?

Secondly, I know you feel bad, and that’s ok, but I want to slip a note into your thoughts that you have not failed, my friend. You have not failed. Mistakes happen, even to seasoned professionals, because mistakes are a part of life. I guarantee you that every single research lab in existence right now (and have existed) has had to go back to square one or two and start over at some point. And they did, and fixed what needed to be fixed, and then carried on to do great things. Sometimes you gotta erase what’s already on the paper to make room for something more beautiful.

If you feel this paper doesn’t feel like your baby anymore, that’s ok. I totally understand why you would feel that way, and if squishing and squeezing your emotions into accepting the paper like it was before is adding to the bad feels, then you don’t have to. You can just focus on and own the black and white facts of the paper: the experimental design, the science behind the data, the major conclusions, the impact on society, etc. There doesn’t have to be an emotional attachment to go with it if you don’t want to.

And you know what, the changes to this paper doesn’t change who you are. Maria: you are still the smart, funny, caring, kind, and passionate person that I’ve gotten to know you as. You’re still the awesome person who took the time to put together the most in-depth and hilaaarious powerpoint of fish and fauna to see while snorkeling in the Bahamas for me. You’re still the brilliant marine biologist who has a (really impressive!) CV that 100% reflects your passion and commitment to your work. You’re still a person who will leave the world a better place, and I know this because you’ve already made my world a better place. I feel so lucky to have you in my life.

I hope you’re starting to feel better now :) If not, here are some things I do if I have a Bad Science Day:

Cry it out. There’s an odd sort of comfort that comes after a good cry. So sometimes if I feel like I’ve been holding back, I exhale softly and let it all out. It doesn’t solve anything, I know, but I do feel a teeny bit better and a teeny bit more whole.

Write it out. Something I’ve learned about myself is that my brain tends to over-exaggerate things when it’s just swirling thoughts. But when I write it out and everything gets organized, it turns out things aren’t so bad after all. So give it a go, either in a word doc, an actual journal, or even a tumblr post (that you don’t have to publish, of course).

Talk it out. Related, going on a verbal rant (or even written rant to someone) helps in a similar way. Even if it’s in private to my favorite stuffed animal or a pet. Just anything to get the thoughts out!

Listen to “comfort” music. I have a playlist of my all-time favorite songs and I listen to it on the drive home and I always feel a lil better. It’s hard to not feel a little happy and carefree when your favorite jam comes on.

Sleep it off. Sometimes all I need is a good night’s sleep (or even a nap) to clear my head. Also I love sleeping, so it always feels good no matter what.

Do something comforting. Anything to release those sweet sweet endorphins. My ideas of comforting routines are: eating whatever I’m craving at the moment, watching a favorite TV show or movie (usually something I’ve already seen), curling up with a good book or magazine, scrolling through Tumblr, doing my nails, hugging my dog and/or husband until I feel better, and walking around Homegoods, my favorite store (I’d honestly live there if I could). Doing these things also helps in that it takes my mind off whatever’s bothering me, even temporarily.

Give myself a pep talk. Ok, oddly enough, the pep-talk-voice in my head is Gordon Ramsay. I don’t know how it manifested as him, but when he’s not yelling at chefs to get their shit together, he has a really encouraging and soothing voice! Anyway, sometimes he sits me down and tells me that everything is going to be ok, and here’s what we do next alright? Just one step at a time ok? That’s it. Good job. Good job.

Just keep working. Sometimes my Bad Science Day starts at 9 AM in the morning, or it’s just a continuous Bad Science Week/Month/Year. So I put those feelings on hold and just stick to my schedule and try to be as productive as I can. Because even if Experiment 1 didn’t work, Experiment 2 might, and if it does, I’ll feel a little better! And if Experiment 2 doesn’t work, well, at least I finished it, and I’ll still feel a little better! And in any case, my projects aren’t gonna do themselves, no matter how I feel. So in the wise words of Dory: “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!”

I talk to my PI. I’m super lucky to have an understanding PI, and I’ve talked to her about my frustrations on more than one occasion and she’s worked with me to come up with good solutions, or have said things to make me feel better. PIs are full of wisdom from experiencing their own fair share of Bad Science Days so they have lots of advice on how to feel better, such as looking at my results a different way so it goes form :( to :)

I let the passing of time lessen the hurt. Time doesn’t always heal, but it does make things that were terrible at the moment not so bad anymore. So if nothing else makes me feel better, at least I know “this too shall pass”.

I hope this helps. I know things are ugh right now, but you’re going to be ok. And I’m here for you, ok? Feel free to reach out via chat or email. I would very much like to help you feel better

#skinny-little-nobody #life advice

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so when I saw infinity war the second time, i brought a pen and a notebook with me and took notes in the dark the whole time. for my second endgame viewing yesterday, i did the same. i now present to you my Thoughts About Endgame. (this is. long.)

Major Spoilers Ahead.

okay seriously, nobody called clint up when there was a giant invasion in wakanda??? nobody???

also it was daytime in wakanda when the snap happened. it’s also daytime wherever clint is in america when the snap happens. someone explain.

god the dawning panic when clint realizes his family is gone. that whole scene is so empty and unsettling, it was shot really well

i automatically associate 80s music with space thanks to marvel.

tony stark adopting strays everywhere he goes since 2013.... i love this about him

nebula finally got to win something!!!! “it was fun.”

and then she gives him their final ration. i’m- :((((

back on earth..... thank god the beard is gone.

“I lost the kid” tony’s face wow that’s devastating, no thanks

“Is um...” what was tony going to say after that??

“I thought you were a build-a-bear.” “Maybe I am.” fuckign.... tony please sdfgdfg

“And I needed you.” tony :(((

“No trust. Liar.” this entire scene is just. chilling. heartbreaking. tony has nothing left for anyone, and especially nothing left for steve, except-

him ripping the metaphorical heart out of his chest and handing it to steve made me literally gasp the first time i watched this film. i feel like it hasn’t been talked about enough, but it’s incredibly poetic.

“where are you going?” “to kill thanos” i haven’t seen captain marvel but i’m already in love with carol danvers

and now they have hope, they still think they can bring everyone back... what a dangerous thing

suddenly steve is looking at his locket of peggy all the time.starting in this film only. can we let him grieve for his actual friends?? you know, the ones he just lost? does he even mention sam or bucky in the entire film? alright russos, i have several bones to pick with you about this, but alright....

i gotta say, when i first watched this i was astounded that thanos destroyed the stones and then got beheaded in the first twenty minutes. it really left me wondering, well- what now? and that was exciting.

five years later. i mean, we knew there would be a time jump, but i wasn’t expecting this.

we’re really calling this cameo by russo representation huh

lol

and like??? steve brings up nobody he lost in the snap, instead chosing to focus on “the love of his life” that he met and lost in 1945. this struck me as odd the first time i watched and now i’m like. man they’re really trying 2 justify their later decision, huh

so they’re calling those who were snapped “The Vanished” according to the sanfran memorial

avengers r still a thing and their complex has actually grown in size?? who is funding this. is it tony

my next note just says HAIR SDFDSDFG aka heLLO carol danvers

nat :((((

crying and eating a sandwich is a mood

god. the quiet grief

natasha romanoff has come such a long way from her introduction in iron man 2. she cries freely, loves her family, actively wants to be a better person, even if a lot of her family isn’t around today. i just- love her so much.

“we both need to get a life.” “you first.” goddamnit

i.... love happy, peaceful, good dad Tony Stark, so much.

“define lunch or be disintegrated” morgan h stark is so cute

“you like going in the garage, huh? so does daddy.” tony was already so proud of her god i just :((((

me, zooming in on nat: ARROW NECKLACE

does she only wear that when she’s missing clint, or

I’m truly in my feelings about Tony being The Best Dad

Bruce apparently spent 18 months in a gamma lab, which is interesting.

god the scene with the kids asking for a selfie was so cringe are you telling me they could include this but steve couldn’t mourn for his friends

tony does dishes now. a true housedad.

that’s!!!! his first son!!!!!! :((((((

can you believe it was peter parker who pushed tony to invent time travel

“i’ve got something on my mind.” “is it juice pops?” i’m just thinking now about how howard most definitely would have sent tony straight to bed, but tony lets morgan stay up and eat juice pops with him. this is just. straight up great content.

“I love you 3000″ can you just. his face when she says that. also i’m never getting over that phrase ever

“I can stop,” Tony says, on the brink of inventing time travel.

“But would you be able to rest?” says Pepper, who has been trying and failing to get him to stop for a good 15 years.

the parallels between this and her last words to tony. ouch.

this is such a good and steady relationship now :(.

sdfgfdfg why is steve dressing like he’s from the 40s again is this a visual sign of his regression

god they did thor so dirty in this film. not with his character- him falling into great depression and having ptsd is not a bad thing, but treating it like a joke is. the audience is invited to laugh at him. Bad.

thor threatening “noobmaster69″ over the headset for his rock friend is very funny though.

hey tokyo looks alright compared to a lot of america.

every single clintasha scene in this film kills the man.

also everyone knows thanos’s name. i assume that means the world knows why everyone disappeared.

“you’re only a genius on earth” yeah but who invented time travel, rocket

rhodey wanting to straight up murder baby thanos is hilarious

the explanations of time travel in this film give me a headache

“TIME HEIST BRAINSTORMING SESSION”

bruce, nat and tony all laying around throwing ideas back and forth.... this movie is valid sometimes

“see you in a minute,” natasha says, and she’s smiling.

this is her family you guys :(((((

NEW YORK 2012

MY FAVOURITE SCENE

omg bruce making such a halfhearted attempt at smashing things please i love

okay cut to 2013 Asgard, and Thor sneaks right by his currently dead brother without even looking at him. this movie confuses me

fuck the scene where rocket slaps thor for having a panic attack. i’m glad thor ended up abandoning him.

okay so everything important happens between 2012-2014

cap/tony/scott, clintasha, nebula/rhodey.... these are such ideal teamups

“we’re a long way from budapest” give me my clintasha movie, marvel!!!

okay back in 2012, HOW did JARVIS not register the fact that there were two steves and two tonys in Stark Tower

god this entire scene is fucking hilarious the entire mcu was worth everything for the 2012 time travel scene

fuckign.... loki

ELEVATOR SCENE

as a cap 2 stan i feel so validated

HA IL HYDRA

WHEN I SAY I GASPED IN DELIGHT

CAP VS CAP

“I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY”

“YEAH, I KNOW, I KNOW”

sadfgfdfg are u really telling me that cap takes the peggy locket everywhere

BUCKY IS ALIVE

THAT IS AMERICAS ASS SDFGFSDF PLEASE

2012 avengers best avengers

meanwhile the sorcerer lady is giving bruce a time travel lesson and i didn’t understand any of it but basically each reality requires six stones in order to not be torn apart by the forces of darkness? ??

I’m just glad thor got some kind of closure by talking to his mom

side note you can definitely tell that frigga raised loki

“EAT A SALAD”

“i’m still worthy” asdfgfdf yeah but now this timeline thor has no hammer!!!

QUILL SDFGFDSDFGHFDS

this movie is so entertaining

i live for nebula and rhodey just judging everyone

so do the guardians just.... not happen in the 2014 timeline?

gamora is ready to Fight thanos when the maw threatens nebula

was that young alexander pierce headed underground in 1970?

bone 2 pick with this whole time travel thing

thor got closure by talking to his mom

tony got closure by talking to his dad

steve saw peggy working, successful and thriving, through a window. closure where????

he should have gotten a chance to talk to her and received closure that way.

hank pym is an asshole but i guess we already knew that

“my wife is expecting” so tony was born 1970/1971 ig

howard’s dad beat him with a belt. i suppose every stark does a little better parenting-wise

Jarvis!!!!!!! agent carter is canon!!!!

vormir oh god here we go

“under different circumstances, this would be totally awesome” i’m inclined to agree with clint

this part goddamit

handholding :((((

my next note just says “aveng ers 1 paralels fu k”

the way this was filmed was beautiful. the colours, the lighting, the acting, the dialogue, the parallels to the first clintasha fight in avengers 1..... if natasha had to die, this was.... a good death, i think.

“damn you!”

“it’s okay.”

clint is begging her this hurts so much :(((

god. tears.

clint just sobbing in the water with the soul stone in his hand hits some kind of way

where is natasha’s funeral, huh??? why does steve shed like one (1) tear?

also why does the gauntlet need to physically be snapped like what does that dO

i just realized that thor’s fake eye is amber.

Infinity Stones:

almost killed thanos after 2 uses

destroyed bruce’s arm

killed tony

imagine an alternate scene where all six original avengers survived until this point and all of them held one stone as they snapped thanos’s army out of existence. that would have been the ultimate fanservice and i would have astral projected. anyway we’re getting off topic

“don’t change anything from the last five years.” what tony means is “please don’t erase my daughter”.

SNAP

yay they did it except-

how did everyone survive thanos blowing up the avengers compound

2014 gamora sounds just- slightly different than 2018 gamora. a little harsher. the guardians haven’t yet softened her edges.

“we become sisters” and suddenly gamora has hope

i- did that lightning just braid thor’s hair sdfgdsdfgh

this is a harsher thanos. thanos who died in 2018 had been changed. weakened, maybe.

thor, cap and tony fought in avengers one. now, they’re fighting thanos together.

l just. love that clint has a sword now.

“he won’t let me” nebula.... :(((((( and she dies crying

i have a note here that says “thor’s lightning + tony = c o o l”

STEVE WITH MJOLNIR

ASDFGFSDF FUCK THIS WAS WORTH EVERYTHING MARVEL HAS EVER PUT ME THROUGH

LIGHTNING POWERS

i LIVE

oooh it’s personal for thanos now

YOUR

LEFT

the portals scene fUCK

this is just. worth it. on every level.

PETER AND TONY

“this is nice” please :((((((

poor peter quill gets snapped, gamora’s loss fresh in his mind, then he thinks he’s gotten her back and she’s not the gamora he knew. ouch.

tell me why everyone but steve gets a reunion scene lol

peter introducing himself to everyone!!!! he’s so sweet.

CAPTAIN MARVEL HAS ARRIVED

i’m gay. oh my god.

hhhhgn hair

GIRLS

this is fanservice!!! as in, i am a fan and i feel fuckign SERVICED

thor duel welding mjolnir and stormbreaker is AWESOME.

strange holds up one finger. tony gives a look of heartbreaking acceptance.

god. tony stark, you brave, brave man. he knew he wasn’t going to survive this one.

“I am inevitable.”

“I. am. Iron Man.”

SNAP (2)

you lose, thanos.

but also, i lose, because oh god tony.

peter :(((

“Mr Stark!”

“Sir!!”

“Tony!!”

oh. fuck.

“you can rest now” do you SEE the parallels to the earlier conversation between tony and pepper :(((

the arc reactor going out physically broke me

i didn’t take many notes after this because i was literally sobbing lol

“I love you 3000″ stabs me again

“proof that tony stark has a heart” yes well my heart is breaking

happy :((( is morgan’s jarvis :(((((

Queen!!!! Valkyrie!!!

this dick measuring contest between Quill and Thor got old five hours of content ago.

:))))) rage time :))))))

bruce tried to bring back nat with the snap :(((

oh god bucky.

his face!!!!! his voice!!!! he’s trying to be strong and find but he looks dead inside

i just- fuck. he knew and he let steve go.

why did he show up on that bench i don’t understand

“I’m happy for you” are you telling me sam wasn’t the least bit hurt or mad

the ONLY good thing about this is Captain Sam

fuck steve tho

what year is this dance in

i mean. it’s sweet. but this is not steve.

I think i’ve talked enough about my dislike of the direction steve’s character went in in this film. that was the major point of dislike for me, but given that the council has made a stupid ass decision i’ve elected to ignore it. i understand that both tony and steve had to make their exist from the franchise here, but.... there were better ways to go about that.

i think a few different relationships slipped through the cracks here- characters suddenly grieving people they haven’t seen in /years/ and completely ignoring others who only recently died was a big one for me. but other characters saw a lot of development- nebula was a favourite of mine in this film, which i was not expecting! she and rhodey made a really good team- i feel like they understand one another.

the Original Six all saw a decent amount of screen time, which i appreciated. nobody got left behind there. there were so many references to other films that i know i didn’t catch them all, but it really made this movie seem like a love letter to the fans.

i want to make it clear that i actually loved most of this film. i think it was a good send off for the avengers and i love a good time travel plot (like, it’s one of my all-time favourite tropes. i was vibrating with excitement in the theater during the 2012 scenes.) i went in expecting a lot of the emotion to be sidelined in favor of plot and action, and while that happened a little bit, i was overall pleasantly surprised with the amount of emotion that they fit into this film. characterization and emotion is perhaps even more important to me than a good plot, and this film got the emotion down.

it’s definitely not a perfect film but it could have been so much worse, so i’m grateful that we got a good sendoff for the avengers.

7/10.

#endgame #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame #marvel #spoilers #shelby reviews movies #it took me two hours to write this out bye

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 1)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: me and noah are abt to blow ur minds lmfaooo -> takes place around the same timeline as the daughter!reader ones aka y/n was born in 2000

prompt: i had to

part 2

the world was raving over this billionaire playboy’s newest title: father

and boy, did the headlines get interesting

among your favorite magazine covers, your all-time favorite was

Tony Stark: World’s Most Eligible DILF

^accompanied with a picture of your dad holding you

(tony stark’s superpower is being a dilf, it’s just a fact ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

“look at us, kid. that’s me and you! wow! you make me look magnificent”

*babbling*

you were so...boring to him

like tony watching you was wonderful, he absolutely adored having a kid to take care of...but babies don’t do much of anything

rhodey came to see you every chance he got

“rhodey! what’s going on?”

“i’m not here for you, i’m here for the baby”

ouch....

rhodey was a fuckin awesome uncle

one of the only level-headed people you could call family

back to dad:

“hey, little guy, what’s up? any baby-things you wanna do today? anything on your mind?”

he really wanted you to speak to him

your first word was “duck”

he’s pretty sure you meant “fuck”

“love this kid!”

who wouldn’t?

“let’s play ‘superman’” he runs flies you around the house

he talks abt single dad things to get women to swoon over him

tony always has baby food stains and spit up all over himself

YOURE SPOILED

he has a separate garage for those tiny drivable cars that kids can vroom in, you know what im talking about

“god, you’re gonna be so cool when you grow up”

tony stark is a rough-and-tough dad

loves to get wild when it’s playtime

“y/n, catch!” *ball hits you in the face* “alright, not an athlete, that’s okay”

“i’m good!”

tinkering in the workshop with dear ol’ dad

“alright, sport, what’s your million-dollar idea?”

“a car that’s powered by water”

“i knew i shouldnt have let you watch that 70s show”

you actually did become a handful growing up

if tony didn’t want to Dad(tm) for a few hours, he’d make happy take you to chuck e. cheese

“buy the kid as many tokens as he wants, it doesn’t matter”

tony would either take a long, much needed nap or work until he crashed

one time he heard you blasting black sabbath in your room and opened the door to see you playing air guitar and he shut the door and cried

so proud

you wanted to go to school but you were a budding genius so he wanted to teach you himself

this would be around the time that tony went missing

which was traumatic for you and it didn’t seem like anybody cared

pepper was your godmother so she had to take care of you while he was away, but she was super busy and emotional about the whole thing

happy and pepper honestly acted like divorced parents shuttling their child back and forth

“it’s your day, happy! pick him up, i have to go to work!”

but eventually, tony found his way back to you and you cried really hard and there were snot bubbles and he tried to lighten the mood with jokes and he was like

“hey, i brought you some sand from my vacation!”

sir,,,, please

this mf started making a suit of armor and you didn’t think a thing of it

“can i help? can i help? can i help?”

lab assistant y/n reporting for duty

“sure, junior. grab me that screwdriver”

“flat or philips?”

“lets try flat, i gotta wedge this thing apart the old fashioned way”

you were learning so much

and he was really supportive of any idea you pitched

“we can give that a try, no problem!”

you hacked into the avengers initiative files bc you were curious about what agent coulson had to say

“dad, you would be such a cool superhero!”

“are you saying i’m not a superhero already? hellooo, single dad?”

“you’re not single! you have pepper!”

“dammit, you’re right i cant use that line anymore”

you started to DREAM of becoming an avenger

you thought you’d be able to get an in if your dad committed to it

“my dad’s an avenger” -you to everyone when youre trying to threaten them

“so, mr. fury, when can i become an avenger?”

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be 13 real soon”

“ask your dad”

honestly tony liked the idea of a father/son superhero team

but in practice?

“hey, y/n, sorry if i don’t tell you this enough, but i love you”

“love you too, dad”

the avengers seemed to enjoy your company

you still radiated stark energy, so that really hurt your likable-ness

“c-can i get your autograph?” -you to captain america

“not you too!” -tony

“shhh, dad, i’m talking to a celebrity”

tony is majorly offended

soon the avengers were your family, which was odd to get used to

lots happens in your life, that was for sure

every time you turned on the news it was something about an avenger

“dad...cnn says steve is a fugitive”

“sucks to be him” *eats toast*

tony makes u breakfast special :)

“want a pop tart?”

“sure...yeah, nat’s a fugitive too, it seems”

“she’ll be fine”

avengers tower was pretty cool, you and thor played ping pong together when you were there

“thor, if you use mjölnir as a paddle again you’re gonna kill me with a ping pong ball!”

you hung out at the malibu house a whole lot

theres a framed picture of the “Tony Stark: DILF” magazine cover on your wall

your friends were other rich kids

“y/n, you know all your friends are douchebags, right?”

“i am well aware”

you threw parties at said malibu house when tony and pepper were gone

“sir, there’s a disturbance at your home”

“which one, JARVIS?”

“malibu”

“shit, y/n’s there! what’s wrong?”

“see for yourself” *pulls up cameras*

“are you kidding me, JARVIS? you think i care if y/n’s trashing the house? you had me thinking he was being attacked or held hostage or something, jesus”

you programmed “the panic protocol” into JARVIS’s system without tony knowing, which can sense when tony has anxiety/panic attacks and figure out how to calm him

JARVIS sends you a notification if you aren’t in immediately vicinity, then he troubleshoots to find the best solution for tony until you can help

either music, counting, breathing reminders, water reminders, etc

“dad, everything alright?”

“im good, son! real good!”

eventually you found a good excuse for getting a suit

“dad, i think terrorist attacks warrant a need for armor...for my protection!”

“fine, we’ll develop a suit for you”

“no need! i already engineered one while you were busy, it’s downstairs”

“impressive. you’re grounded”

“nooo! unground me please!”

“fine, ungrounded”

youre one foot in the door becoming an avenger

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weelittleweasley · 6 years

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Partner Work| Sweet Pea x Reader

Request combined from two anons messages in my inbox: Being the shyest River Vixen was tough, especially when it came to boys.

Request status: Open

A/N: We are so close to 1,000 followers oh my god. This is completely insane to me holy crapolla. Thank you. I will give a whole long speech when it happens, but oh my god. I’m in shock.

Waiting at the door, you tapped your feet on the ground anxiously. You were never one to give the tours at school; It was always Betty or Veronica’s job. But since the group of transfers were so large, you were stuck taking one group. Being social and lively wasn’t your thing, you were usually more quiet and reserved than the rest of the Welcome Committee, and the River Vixens. You thought that joining those two clubs/activities would bring you out of your shell, but nothing changed.

Now, you awaited the arrival of a group of South Side High kids. Ever since the merger a few days ago, things have been tense to say the least at Riverdale High. North Side kids, specifically Bulldogs, have been picking fights with South Side kids, them quick to defend themselves which usually ended up in a fist fight in the student lounge. In order to appease everyone and release some tension, Principal Weatherbee thought it was a good idea for the students to tour campus and a portion of the day being brought around school to familiarize themselves with it.

Not a moment longer did a group of former South Side High students come in, dressed in new uniforms. It was a typical North Side outfit, khakis and polos. Of course, they would find it repulsive, but you had to admit, they looked good in them. Especially the tall, dark haired one. “Good morning,” you greet in attempts to be friendly. “I’m Y/N, your tour guide for the day.”

The girl smiles back and extends her arm, “Toni Topaz. A pleasure.” Toni was very direct, very frank--something you could appreciate in this damned school. The two boys next to her remain silent. “They’re both sticks in the mud, don’t worry about them. This is Fangs and that’s Sweet Pea,” she introduces.

Looking at the two boys, Fangs smiles lightly as Pea has a little smirk playing on his lips as he stares at you. His stare is so intense and you can feel your cheeks heat up in a rosy blush--you were certainly not used to this attention. And boy, could he tell, because he oh so causally dipped his right eye into a wink which made your heart race. “O-Okay, let’s get a move on,” you ramble as you turn around, guiding them through the halls of students.

As you toured them through the halls, you briefly talked about the history of Riverdale High, your mascot, the building itself and its configuration. All while doing it trying to avoid eye contact with Sweet Pea. You could tell that he was staring at you the whole time, watching your every movement. Just the mere thought of him staring at you made you stumble on your words. “Uh, u-upstairs is th-the science wing and computer lab,” you finally make out, clearing your throat.

Sweet Pea smiles, taking note that you are flustered by him. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue, princess?” he teases as you widen your eyes. Toni slaps his chest as Fangs smiles, knowing that he is teasing you.

“Moving on,” you quickly state before walking down the hall. God, this boy was going to be the end of you.

It was the last period of the day as you settled into your English class. The class was an honors class, but man, was it a joke. It was just group project after group project which was fairly easy, you ending up doing most of the work in the group because people thought you were a push over. But it didn’t matter. The teacher knew that you were the one working so, she gave you a better grade than your partner.

As the bell sounds, your teacher stands in front of the class, “Okay, today I’m assigning a partner project on The Great Gatsby. No, Reggie, you cannot pick your partners, so don’t even bother asking.” She immediately dismisses Reggie’s hand from the back of the class as his friends laugh. Before she can assign partners, someone walks into the classroom. “Do you have a late pass?” your teacher immediately questions.

You look up from your phone screen to see Sweet Pea, standing in the classroom and your heart begins to race a mile a minute. “Yeah from Weatherbee. I was switched into this class,” he hands her a slip of paper and then his eyes meet yours. When it happens, a smug smirk forms on his face, knowing that he was gonna have fun in this class.

Oh, God, no.

Sweet Pea snags a seat in the back of the classroom and your teacher continues to assign partners to the class. As she calls out names, a lot of people are happy with their partner and others seem indifferent. “Moose and Betty, Josie and Reggie,...” she hesitates, “And now since Sweet Pea makes us an even class, Y/N, you don’t have to be in a group of three anymore. You’ll be with Sweet Pea. These are your assignments, there won’t be any changes. The assignment has been posted online and will be due in a week. Good luck.”

And with that, she sits back at her desk, probably online shopping as partners start to pair up to discuss the work to be and not to be done. Before you can even register what is happening, Sweet Pea sits himself on your desk with a glimmer in his eye, jest in his voice, “We meet again, princess.” His nickname for you makes you blush and reach down to your back pack to start pulling out your notebook to brainstorm project ideas. “So quick to start?” he asks as you sigh, knowing that he doesn’t want to get this over with. Oh no. He wants to take his precious time.

“I don’t have time for this. Listen, I will do the project and just slap your name on it when it’s done, okay?” you try to reason with him as he furrows his brows in confusion.

He cross his arms against his broad chest, muscles pushing against the cheap fabric of his uniform polo. “You just assume I don’t wanna do any work? Why? You think I’m not good enough to contribute something valuable to this project?” he starts to antagonize you as you shake your head. “Remember princess, I’m in the honors class, too. I worked just as hard as you to get here.”

You didn’t expect him to react like that. When you offered to do the project, the other person would happily comply and begin to text away or do whatever on their cell phone. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you say meekly. “I guess I’m just used to being the one who carries the workload, you know?”

In that moment, Sweet Pea realized you were much different than what he had originally predicted.

At first, it was a struggle to find a balance between you and Sweet Pea’s personalities. He was very direct and frank and forward compared to your shy and meek nature. The two of you were polar opposites and it certainly made it a challenge to work together on a school project. But you both were determined on making this work and making this a solid project, no matter how much you disagreed. Half the time you thought he was disagreeing with you just to give you a hard time because he loved to see you get angry. It was like watching a baby get frustrated.

“Y/N, we are not talking about Myrtle in this slide. It’s irrelevant,” Sweet Pea would antagonize you as you looked up at him through your eyelashes angrily. Groaning, you then explained that it was crucial to include her death since it started the cycle of trouble and death in the novel. To be honest, Sweet Pea didn’t care. Hell, he didn’t even read the book. He had read it two years ago, so he figured what was the point of reading it again. He just wanted to pick a fight with you just so he could see your face get red and nostrils flare in temper. He thought it was adorable. “Fine, then include it if you think it’s so ‘crucial.’”

You rolled your eyes and continued to type away, “Thank you. Now if you’d kindly stop trying to fight me all the time, we could finish this damn thing.” He’d just laugh and continue to read out the bullet points you two came up with days before.

As time progressed through the week, you spent more time with Pea and the more comfortable you were around him. He’d tease you and call you nicknames and you would no longer have a mini heart attack. Instead, you would just laugh and tease him back. But you still managed to blush at all of his words. He just had a way with them. The thing that really stood out to you now was how appealing Sweets was.

From the outside looking in, he seemed callous and rough and emotionally disable. But he happened to be incredibly bright and very kind. You started to find little things about him that would make your heart beat a little faster. How that one piece of hair fell on his forehead in a little curl. How his eyes squinted when he laughed. How he bit his lip when he was concentrating, tapping his pencil on the notebook to a miscellaneous beat. The more you thought about him, the more it drove you wild. But you had barely known the boy for two weeks and you were certain that he was not interested in a typical North Side, cutesy River Vixen.

The day after you handed in your project to your English professor, she had the grades available to give out the next day in class. “Alright, I’m handing out scores, sit with your partner please and look over the score,” she called out as Pea walked over to your seat, as you moved your backpack off the table for him to sit.

“If we don’t pull at least a 95 on this, I’m gonna explode,” you sigh as he laughs in agreement.

With an nonchalant manner, your teacher hands you the packet of paper and on the top reads a 97 in red ink. “Well, would you look at that! You didn’t explode,” he tells you, nudging your shoulder as you smile. “We did a nice job.”

Looking up at him, you smile. His face was covered in a soft expression, his brown eyes gazing into yours tenderly. “We did,” you agree before looking away, heat rising to your cheeks.

Sweets clears his throat, “We gotta celebrate.” You look up at him. “You, me, Pop’s, tonight. 7pm.” You softly smile, knowing exactly what he is doing. He knows you know. You accept his offer and he smiles. “It’s a date.”

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x reader au #sweet pea au #sweet pea serpent #sweet pea serpent imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale au #riverdale cast #southside serpents #southside serpents imagine #jordan connor

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rainbowtransform · 6 years

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My Legacy

Alright, guys let’s do this. Read it on Ao3 here!

Dum-E was made with one goal in sixteen-year-old Tony Stark’s mind: create a life, a grandchild, for his mother. And, maybe, something more impressive for his father. He was made with those two goals, then it spread across Tony’s mind. What if he was more? An intelligent, learning robot?

And, so, Dum-E’s purpose switched from something for Maria Stark, to Tony Stark’s mind. Through sleepless nights, Rhodey getting him cups of coffee and staying up with him, not doing his schoolwork (which didn’t matter because he was ahead of them already), through music blaring twenty-four seven, to collapsing due to lack of hydration and food.

Tony created his first robot - and his first child.

(And Dum-E was Tony’s child, despite the world kept telling him. Dum-E was special, but he was learning.) (He had a little disability, but that was okay. Because despite his oldness, rust building in his corners every so often, having to oil his joints sometimes, Tony loved his son with all his heart.)

{Keep on going, guys. There’s more!}

Tony created U to be Dum-E’s friend, after his parents die. (It also didn’t help Dum-E kept beeping at him for a brother or sister.)

When he presented U to him, Dum-E lowered his head. He wanted a sister. Tony laughed and told Dum-E he was sorry, that he’d get a sister soon. But he’s got a little brother now.

U held cameras, and recorded Tony being himself. Tony knows he records him even when he tells him not to; but U is young, Tony reminds himself. U’s young and of course he won’t listen. When he matures - and Tony almost staggers.

(Because his bots won’t mature. They won’t grow up, or grow old. They will be there forever, maybe even after everyone Tony knows cares about them are gone. And then what? They’ll rust their joints, they’ll break down, they’ll be scrapped, they won’t be sa-)

U and Dum-E beep at him and Tony calms. He smiles at them with fake happiness and swallows the anxiety building in his throat.

“I’m okay,” he lies. They don’t seem convinced and he tries to smile again but it’s forced.

“Hey, do you want a sibling?” He asks and gets a face full of foam. “Dum-E!” He calls, angrily before yanking it off and looking at the bot.

He’s beeping cheerily, yes, but he’s not the one with the fire extinguisher.

“U!” Tony gasps, whirling at his second child. “No! I knew Dum-E was a bad influence!” He cried, trying to pry the extinguisher from U.

(And, U joined Tony’s family. And Tony loved him, despite Dum-E turning him against Tony every so often. (Tony didn’t care.) And Tony oils their joints again and again and before he leaves, if he’s not too drunk, he’ll mutter the words “I love you,” to them. And every morning he’d return just to hum the songs his mother would sing; and they would rest.)

Butterfingers was a something a little late to the party, Tony supposes. They weren’t met to meet their brothers, just yet, since Tony didn’t know if it’d be a boy or a girl. When he presented the problem to the child, they’d just spun around, beeping.

So, they didn’t get a gender. (Which was a-okay.)

And Butterfingers kept dropping things (which is why they’re called ‘butterfingers’).

And Tony presented it to both of his sons, and they’d beeped. Asking if it was a boy or a girl. “Neither,” Tony replied.

“They’re neither.”

(And they were accepted, one big happy family that Tony knew he’d grown attached to and loved them.)

JARVIS was a spur-of-the-moment. His three children stood by him, staring at the lines of code, of ones and zeros asking who it could be.

Is Daddy doing something? Butterfingers asks.

It looks like he’s making someone else, U replies.

But he’s not building them a body. What would they be doing? Dum-E beeps and spins.

“He’s not gonna be like you guys,” Tony says, his eyes glued to the screen. “He’s going to be different. He’s going to learn differently than you guys.”

And the ‘bots beeped noisily.

* * *

JARVIS was introduced three weeks afterwards. “He’s your new baby brother,” Tony told them. “You’ve gotta teach him some ways - not with the fire extinguisher!”

* * *

JARVIS asks what he should be. What did Tony want him to be?

“Anything you want, buddy,” Tony says without hesitation. “You can be anything you want.”

And the ‘bots continued beeping behind him.

(And JARVIS was accepted into their fold, like he’d always been there. But the roles reversed, and instead of Dum-E teaching JARVIS everything he knew, JARVIS began teaching Dum-E. (In exchange for information on Sir, of course.) Dum-E was so excited, though they planned on having a sister.

“I do not know why he does not want a female AI. Perhaps it has something to do with Peggy Carter?” JARVIS answered. “I apologize if I am not what was expected.”

The family reassured him, having a brother was just as nice as a sister. (But, enough brothers! Sisters!))

Their father made weapons, mindless things for their country. “I don’t exactly like it,” he told them. “But it’s something to do, you know?”

I want more siblings, Dum-E said. His father laughed, eyes bright. “I think three’s enough for right now, buddy,” he said before turning back to the mindless thing.

Their father leaves, and doesn’t return for three months.

For every day, JARVIS kept them from shutting down by giving them things to do. “Look at the state of the workshop,” he’d say.

It’s too clean, Butterfingers mumbles.

Way too clean, U replies.

Mess up? Dum-E suggests.

“Not too much,” his baby brother replied. “Just enough to make sure it looks like someone hasn’t been in it.”

And, so they mess it up. And every few days, Pepper would come down. She’d cry, scold, and tell them they were “bad” for messing up the room. Then she’d pick everything back up and place them in the proper order.

“Ms. Potts, Sir likes the workshop a mess.”

And Pepper smiled sadly. “I know,” she whispered. “But it gives me an excuse to come down here other than ‘checking on the robots’.”

“Of course, Ms.”

But then she’d leave - and “It’s too clean.”

Mess up! They’d beep in unison, and do the same thing over and over again.

Pepper comes bounding down the stairs, eyes bright and she tells them “He’s alive! Tony’s alive!”

She does not care about running into the wrench on the floor below her, and she just laughs and laughs.

(And the lab erupts in beeping, shouting, and crying.)

Their father comes back home with something in his chest - something bad . But he also has a fire burning in his eyes, and something else hidden behind his face.

“Wake up. Daddy’s home.” He says and they all beep in relief.

“I missed you, too,” he replied.

(And he did. He didn’t tell Yinson because if he did, they would have gone after them to make him create the bomb. He missed them, his weird misshapen family made of Robots and four humans.)

He is betrayed by Obadiah, and his family crumbles to three robots, one AI, and three humans.

He can’t bring himself to care for it.

He is dying from the one thing keeping him alive and he can’t bring himself to truly care for it.

(He wonders if the ‘bots are going to be okay, and appoints Pepper as the CEO of the company. He hires ‘Natalie Rushman’ - what a fucken joke - as his new secretary and then he’s being attacked by a man with whips of energy. Tony is drunk, and he’s flying, and he adjusts one of the suits just for Rhodey and Rhodey gives it away and he shouldn’t have but Tony knew it was coming and he doesn’t mind because Rhodes’ll get it back and if he doesn’t Tony’ll sue the US for everything they got and he’ll be president and he’ll make everything okay.)

(Somehow.)

(And, surprise, he’s not dying anymore but they want him on a team and he fires Natalie - no, Natasha ‘cause fuck her, really. But then she helps save Rhodey from the Armor that Tony created, and they begin to fight Vanko, and Tony doesn’t really know why Vanko’s attacking him , but does at the same time. Sins of the father, Tony guesses.

And then Vanko dies and Pepper falls and Tony catches her and she quits as CEO and he laughs and they kiss and then Tony’s reading a stupid fucking report that Natasha made while he was fucking dying , but he’s so deep in his self-doubt that he doesn’t see the hypocrisy while he’d read.)

He thinks of his bots, and agrees to consult - not fight.)

When he decides to take a nuke into space, he isn’t doing it just for New York.

Pepper

He wants her to live, to have a long life. To have children and to fight for what she believes in. He wants her to know he loves her, and he calls her. She doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. Really.

Rhodey

Rhodey needs to let loose, have some fun. Live his life like he’s meant to and not just be a stick-in-the-mud. But that’s okay, too. Self-control’s good, and Rhodey’s always been Tony’s.

Happy

He’s always there for Tony, whenever he needs him. Whether to drive, or if he just needs to sit down. He’s good for keeping reporters away, too.

Dum-E

His first child. The one thing he knows is something beautiful and pure in the world. He doesn’t want to make him worry, so he didn’t tell him where he was going. Sure, Tony always threatened to donate him but he thinks Dum-E knows he’s joking. (He hopes he does.)

U is perfect. He’s special. And Tony loves him, despite U being turned against him over and over again to play games with Dum-E’s sense of humor. Tony hopes U knows he’s more than just a camera-holder, that he’s part of a family.

Butterfingers

The slightly-difficult but not so child. They’re going to be great, one day, Tony thinks. They’re going to be in their own league of the world. And they’re going to be pretty great at it.

JARVIS

JARVIS was Tony’s first learning AI, and he thinks he did a good job with him. JARVIS will tell the truth, and he’ll keep the others safe. He won’t let anyone harm them and if they do, Tony hopes JARVIS remembers that list he’d thought he’d buried deep enough to hide from Tony’s eyes.

The World

Children deserve a place to grow up. A place where it’s safe, and nice, and perfect. They deserve a place where someone’s waiting for them at home. A place where their parents don’t die because of drunk driving. A place where a Merchant of Death doesn’t exist.

So, Tony takes the nuke into space, and the stars whisper and blink at him. They reach for him, grip him tight, and whisper “Soul, soul, soul,” before their light withdraws, and explosions begin.

And Tony Stark falls.

Pepper’s kidnapped.

Happy’s in the hospital.

His family is destroyed.

Tony vows revenge.

He gets it.

Damn, does he get it.

He rebuilds the three bots, doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t talk to the Avengers who decided that they’d take up Tony’s offer of the tower.

“Stark, if this is your way of greeting us, we’re a little depressed.” Clint says but Tony doesn’t answer. Instead, he just flicks him off and goes back to the lab.

When they’re finally done, Tony hums a sigh of relief and slumps against the couch Rhodey put in the lab years ago. “You’re going to die going up those stairs.” He told Tony one sleep-deprived night. “I’mma put that one old couch, you remember from college? Down here, so you don’t die.”

And he did.

And Tony slept, for a long, long time.

Of course, it messes the fuck up when Tony sees everyone die from that witch’s mind powers.

Ultron wasn’t supposed to be bad. He was supposed to be good, to protect the world from the threat that was coming. He’s suppose to know.

But the scepter is evil and it turned his son evil, too.

And his son killed JARVIS.

And Tony had to introduce FRIDAY to a world of chaos.

(FRIDAY shouldn’t have been introduced that way. She’s quick to arm herself, to defend herself. She was born into chaos, not like JARVIS. JARVIS was born into a calm, controlled environment; FRIDAY was born into Tony’s mistake and he was sorry he introduced her to that.

But the bots always wanted a sister.

FRIDAY should have been introduced to a environment where she will learn of herself, and try to be what she wanted. Instead, she was introduced in an Ultron bullshit.

She doesn’t fill the hole JARVIS left, but she is apart of the family and while they mourn, they mourn together.)

Vision is JARVIS, Tony, and Bruce mixed together. Vision is what Tony had in mind for Ultron, and Vision is his grandchild.

Tony keeps the tears back when he hears Vision’s voice, keeps back the hurt and pain. He takes away from his Battles two things: we need control, and Wanda Maximoff’s hatred is not going to go away.

“Don’t talk about JARVIS to Vision.”

“He isn’t JARVIS, Stark. Don’t.”

“Listen, JARVIS is gone.”

“He was just a computer, Tony.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Why’re you in your lab all the time?”

“What’s that?” A flash of red, and the witch grabs the phone from Tony’s hand.

“What does this mean?” She questions.

“It’s JARVIS,” Tony replies.

“Tony!” Steve says, exhaustion seeming to leak through every pore. “Why are you remaking JARVIS?”

“I have to,” Tony replies. “He’s gotta be around here so FR-”

“Tony. FRIDAY’s fine. We don’t need JARVIS.”

“FRIDAY isn’t ‘fine’! She was born into chaos and-”

“Who’s fault is that?”

Tony opens his mouth to reply before the witch’s magic crushes the phone.

“Don’t.” She says darkly before stalking away.

(And Tony can’t plead his case. That FRIDAY needs to calm down. To learn to trust people who’ve earned it. To learn what she wants to do. To learn what she wants to be.

But nobody listens.)

Civil War happens. Pepper leaves, but that’s okay. Family leaves but they always come back. (Hopefully)

The witch puts Vision through seventeen floors. Seventeen.

And she claims she ‘loves’ him.

Tony thinks it isn’t love.

Vision thinks it is.

Tony tries to correct him, but he doesn’t listen.

He acts like Bruce, running away rather than listening. Or maybe that’s Steve mixed in.

Tony gets a fourth human to place into his family, and it’s a sixteen-year-old boy. Tony almost laughs.

The Winter Soldier killed his parents.

He turns and begins the fight - for his mother, who he made DUM-E for; for his father, who he only wanted to make proud. He fights the man who his father believed was the one thing good he had brought into the world.

Tony’s mind snaps.

It’s the Dora Milaje that help him. T’Challa tells him that the others escaped, while he grips Zemo, who grins all the way.

Tony doesn’t answer. He just stares out the window.

“Something big is coming.” He tells T’Challa. “It’s coming, and they won’t listen. Criminals. That’s what they are. If you see them -” and he pauses, sighs. “When you see them, tell them all to go to Hell.”

“I will,” T’Challa’s eyes sparkle with amusement, but also pity.

“Good.” Tony turns away, and doesn’t eat anything given to him. He gives the shield to T’Challa - “My father stole it anyway. It doesn’t belong to me. Wankanda’s finally getting it back, right?” - and he walks off the plane, into the night.

The Dora Milaje don’t say anything, but dark looks are cast behind their King’s backs. Stark said ‘them’ which could mean Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Or, it could mean that other ‘guests’ are coming.

T’Challa sets a course for Wakanda, for home.

They do have more guests when they arrive, and the Dora Milaje looks at each other.

The Futurist is smart, yes. Not their princess smart, but he’s smart enough.

Vision leaves Tony, but that’s alright.

He’s going to be with Wanda.

That’s alright.

That’s Bruce talking.

And Tony can’t fault him.

It’s okay.

“I’m calling…” the girl’s voice is young and she has an accent. FRIDAY must’ve given her a bad tongue-lashing before Tony got there.

“I’m calling because I know where the Ex-Avengers are.” She whispers, and Tony can feel FRIDAY’s amusement.

“Wakanda,” Tony prompts.

“How did you -”

“I’m the Futurist. Tell Kit-Cat that next time he comes to America to come talk to me, that’d be great.”

“‘Kit-Cat’?”

“Black Panther.”

“I do no-”

“Princess Shuri, are you really trying to tell me you don’t know T’Challa?”

“How did-”

“You’re smart, kid. Real smart. I know. You’re just like me. The smartest mind of your generation. The thing is, kid? You’re signature is everywhere on the hacking. FRIDAY picked out the keystrokes you used and how you’d done it. She collects a lot of data. This isn’t the first time you’d hacked my system. You tried it on JARVIS, once.”

“Yes.”

“He reprimented you?”

“He told me to stop or he’d be forced to tell you.”

“Yeah. I found that little nugget of information a while back, after he’d…” A swallow. Tony shrugged. “But that’s cool. What did FRIDAY do?”

“I used her own system against her, and used her hacking to get into Wakanda’s system. Then, I turned off the power to her and the other lab.”

“FRIDAY!” Tony scolds.

“She decided hacking me was the best idea,” FRIDAY sounded angry.

“I know, but you don’t shut off power to people’s labs! That’s not good. Remember when John Poltz did it to you?”

“Yes.” She sounded sulky.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She’s giggling.

“Listen, when T’Challa comes, you come with. I’d love to talk to you and bounce ideas off.”

She stops. “I don’t know.” She says.

Tony shrugs. “Just a thought. I’ve got this kid, real smart. You’d like him.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” She says before hanging up.

T’Challa comes, alone, and Tony explains to him how he knows. He explains that he’s not going to tell.

“Why?”

“The world needs some type of sanctuary from the Avengers.” Tony says as if it’s obvious. “ Your warriors can keep them in line if push comes to shove. And, plus, they trust you enough.” Tony shrugs.

“It’d be fucked up if I just turn right around and turn them - and you - in for no other reason than putting them in the same place they’d just break out of again. Plus, I like you and your sister.”

“You spoke to Shuri?”

“You haven’t?”

Of course, just when everything’s going well and Tony’s family is together, it all goes to shit.

Thanos beckons near.

He stays with Strange and tries to keep Peter out of trouble.

He meets Star-lord, or Peter Quill, and knows that he’s looking for someone he loves.

And Tony’s prepared for the worst when Thanos arrives.

“How many timelines do we win?”

“One.”

He knows it’s part of Strange’s plot when Peter starts hitting Thanos. Strange isn’t stopping him, Tony is. So, Peter needed to hit the bug lady off of Thanos, in order for them to win.

And then Tony gets a fucken moon dropped on him.

That fucking sucked.

He gets a drop of blood off of Thanos. Just a drop, but that’s enough.

Until he gets stabbed, and he’s ready - so ready to die. He’ll die alone, yes, but he’ll die for the Universe’s fate.

And he sees a flash of brown hair with blue eyes and he closes his eyes.

The kid that won’t ever be born laughs in his mind and opens his hand. “Come one, Daddy,” he laughs playfully. “Let’s go home.”

And then the kid’s gone and Strange’s voice murmurs something and Thanos gets the Time Stone.

“Why did you do that?” Tony questioned at Strange after Thanos disappears and he seals up his own wound.

Everyone begins to disappear, to turn to dust, and Peter - his kid! - says “Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good.”

And he collapses, whimpering “I don’t wanna go,” over and over, scrambling. Tony lays him down, and he whispers “I’m sorry.” before he’s dust.

And Tony thinks.

Pepper.

Rhodey.

Happy.

May.

They could all be gone.

The blue girl who’d asked where Gamora was from Thanos first tells him they have to go.

He agrees.

His eyes are steel, his mouth tight. And he turns to her. “Let’s go.” He demands, walking briskly away.

She follows at his side.

The stars twinkle above with sadness, and Tony fixes the Guardians’ ship. They won’t use it again.

“My name is Nebula.” Bluie tells him when he asks.

“I’m Tony Stark.” He says. Nebula nods.

“The Stars speak of you.” She replied.

“I know.”

“You hear them?”

“I did. When I drove that damn nuke into space before I fell they kept repeating ‘soul’.”

“Yes. Thanos heard them when I was born. He said that they call me ‘Body’. And that was why he kept me.”

“Body and Soul, huh?”

She nods. “Body and Soul.”

Nebula is added to his family. There’s no denying it. They were made to be partners as the Stars whispered around them.

“Body and Soul. Body and Soul.” They chanted. “Body and Soul will defeat the Mad Titan.”

Nebula doesn’t acknowledge them and Tony doesn’t say anything to them, either.

Instead, Body and Soul go searching for the Mad Titan.

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