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sounds-of-some-day · 2 years

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Someone of Quora asked what courses Tony would have taken at MIT, and then someone at Quora gave an extremely in depth answer. So here is that answer for those of you looking to write MIT-Tony based fic, specifically taking place during the 80s (as classes on these topics have obviously changed somewhat over the decades). Short answer followed by longer more in depth answer under the cut:

Summary of his coursework:

Definites:

8.01 Physics I: Classical Physics

8.02 Physics II: E&M

18.01 Calculus I: Single Variable

18.02 Calculus II: Multi-variable

18.03 Differential Equations

18.06 Linear Algebra

3.091 (more likely) Introduction to Solid State Chemistry or 5.11 Principles of Chemical Science or 5.40 General Chemistry or 5.41 Introduction to Structure, Bonding and Mechanism [the modern equivalent is 5.111]

Economics? concentration or minor (or STS or TCD)

6.001 Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs

6.002 Circuits and Electronics

6.003 Signals and Systems

6.004 Computational Structures

EE lab (probably 6.115)

6.012 Microelectronic Devices

6.013 EM and Applications

6.014 Electrodynamics

Some Intro to Quantum

6.041 or 18.313 or 18.440 Probability

18.04 Complex Variables with Applications

8.321, 8.322 (graduate-level) Quantum Theory I, II (A)

8.511 (graduate-level) Solid State Physics/Theory of Solids I

8.613J (graduate-level) Intro to Plasma Physics I (A)

8.333 (graduate-level) Statistical Mechanics I (A)

2.70 Introduction to Design [nowadays known as 2.007]

Probables:

2.01 Mechanics of Solids

2.02 Introduction to Systems Dynamics

2.03J Dynamics

2.06J Mechanical Vibration

2.20 Fluid Mechanics

2.31/2.32 Mechanical Behavior of Materials I+II

2.40 Thermodynamics

2.51 Heat and Mass Transfer

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From Marvel’s link (Iron Man (Anthony Stark)) — Tony Stark would have been a Course 6–1 (Electrical Engineering). Given that he was a graduate in the late 1980’s [Class of 1987?] according to the movie (or in the 1940’s or 50’s according to the comic books). Let’s stick with the movie version, as I wouldn’t know the EE program in the 1940’s/50’s (I can see the course catalog or catalogue, I just don’t know what topics would be taught).

Key reference: Browsing MIT Course Catalogues by Issue Date (the 1983–1987 course catalogs) — this is the MIT Institute Archives by MIT Libraries

In the 1980’s, Tony Stark would have done his 17 GIR’s or more likely gotten Advanced Standing Exams on a number of them (back then, 18.01, 18.02, 8.01, 8.02, 3.091/5.40/5.41/5.11 i.e., the old 5.111 or 5.60 or 7.01). He probably did his humanities concentration or minor in Economics as there was no Management option (I can’t think of any other concentration that would fit his personality and interests better, although he may have done Science, Technology, and Society or Technology, Culture, and Development as his humanities concentration). Tony Stark would have also done 18.03 (Differential Equations) and 18.06 (Linear Algebra) (requirements for the 6–1 program) as well as 6.041 Probabilistic Systems Analysis and Applied Probability. I have no idea what Tony Stark would have taken as other humanities courses (back then, one would have had to take 3 humanities distribution subjects).

Stark would have taken the 6.001–6.004 series (6.001 Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs is no longer offered in the current curriculum and has been replaced by 6.01). 6.002 = Circuits and Electronics; 6.003 = Signals, and Systems; 6.004 = Computational Structures.

Stark would have had to take at least one EECS lab (6.111 Intro to Digital Systems Laboratory or 6.101 Intro Electronics Laboratory or 6.115 — Microcomputer Project Laboratory or 6.114 or 6.141 or 6.142 or 6.151 etc.). I think Stark would have also done the rest of the EE program requirements at the time (6.012 Microelectronic Devices and Circuits, 6.013 Electromagnetics and Applications, 6.014: Electrodynamics, 6.017 or 8.211 Introduction to Quantum Physics)

Given that Tony Stark was highly mechanically oriented and very competitive, I’d imagine that he probably took a lot of the Mechanical Engineering core that didn’t have a Course 6 equivalent (2.01 Mechanics of Solids, 2.02 Introduction to Systems Dynamics, 2.03J Dynamics, 2.06J Mechanical Vibration, 2.20 Fluid Mechanics, 2.31/2.32 Mechanical Behavior of Materials I+II, 2.40 Thermodynamics, 2.51 Heat and Mass Transfer, 2.70 Introduction to Design [nowadays known as 2.007]). Actually, As Tony Stark (film) (on the Iron Man Wikia) indicates that Tony Stark won a robotics competition at MIT — the main one would have been 2.70 (which is now 2.007).

The two Master’s or SM degrees (graduate work) according to Sanderson, Peter (w), Candelario, Harry (p), Cheung, Jim (i). Iron Man: The Legend 1 (September 1996) were in Physics and Electrical Engineering.

For his graduate work in EE, there are way too many classes that would have interested him (i.e., EECS AAGS | MIT EECS [AAGS = Approved Advanced Graduate Subjects]). Like at least half of those classes …

On the Physics side, Tony Stark would have been most interested in the Solid State, Laser, Plasma, and Atomic Physics research area. He would have likely taken graduate Quantum Mechanics (8.321, 8.322), Solid State Physics (8.511), Plasma Physics (8.613J), Statistical Mechanics (8.333) — I believe these would have been the first-year SM requirements for Physics.

He would have written three theses: one undergraduate for EE, then one for each of his Master’s degrees (Physics, Electrical Engineering). Anne Hunter (the undergraduate course administrator for Course 6) has mentioned to me that the first person to graduate with the M.Eng. was in 1994, so this would have been after the time that Tony Stark would have graduated from MIT.

Additionally, Stark would have also passed his swim test and boat test, and probably taken martial arts Physical Education classes for the PE requirement (e.g., aikido, shotokan karate). He probably took sailing as well (didn’t he have a yacht in one of the comic books?)

As for grades, MIT does not award “valedictorian” or Latin honors of summa/magna cum laude, but inferring that Marvel says that Tony Stark was “summa cum laude,” I would assume he was a 5.0 GPA (straight A’s).

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transduin-is-cringe · 1 year

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Let Daddy Tuck You In (OneShot)

Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ ONLY Pairing: Tony x OC (Buzz, they/them, AMAB anatomy) Word count: 3.3k Summary: Buzz is tense- it must have gotten bad when even Tony takes action, and he knows just how to get them to relax.

!!Reader-insert version to come soon!!

Buzz stared at the projection in front of them, their moth-like suit, with various spinning circles overlaid over certain areas, showing diagnostic information. There was nothing more they could do with it, nothing that necessarily needed debugging or polishing, but they just stared. There was still something they needed to do to increase functionality and maneuverability, but they just couldn’t think of what. Sleep might have helped them, or at least a break, but Buzz was so focused, they doubted if they would be able to lay still without seeing flashes of this damn projection.

Tony’s workshop playlist was going over the speakers, with Tony himself tinkering away at a small control panel for his own suit. It was late, and truly, neither of them should have been awake- the only signs of life in the Avengers tower.

Buzz’s head fell into their arms with a groan, their hair splaying. Their eyes stung from strain, staring at such a strong light for so long. They were so entrenched in their own frustration, they did not hear that Tony had stopped working, or that he had walked over to them. They did not know how close Tony was until warm, calloused hands held their shoulders, giving tender, consoling squeezes.

“Think it’s time to call it a night, sparky,” Tony leaned in and spoke softly into Buzz’s hair. He used a tone that would usually cause them to melt right there– a well rehearsed play– but tonight, Buzz could only shudder and look back up despairingly at their suit.

“It’s not done, yet,” Buzz fought, their tone approaching close to whining. The projection remained the same, nothing had miraculously changed to tell Buzz exactly what to do next.

“It’s done for tonight,” Tony said a bit more firmly, his hands massaging Buzz’s shoulders after a quick gesture to shut down the projector. It was a command, not a suggestion.

Buzz was suddenly aware of the warmth radiating down their back and Tony pulled himself closer to them. They allowed themself to sit up and lean further into Tony’s grasp, resting their back on Tony’s chest. Tony’s head rested above their ear, holding them close.

“What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t help my baby boy wind down,” Tony said, his hot breath brushing against Buzz’s ear, causing their last stubborn wall to fall. Tony had moved his hands off their shoulders and wrapped an arm around their chest, keeping them close. Buzz weakly held on to his arm, sinking further into Tony with a sigh.

“Not tired,” Buzz tried to protest, their voice sounding only slightly pathetic. And it was a lie, both they and Tony knew. God, they must have truly looked pathetic if Tony had intervened.

“You know I hate it when you lie to me, baby,” Tony said softly, pretending to be sad. “I don’t want to have to punish you, as well. Tell you what,” he shifted slightly, speaking in a deep whisper directly into Buzz’s ear, “if you go straight to your bed and wait for me, I’ll let it pass.” Tony unwrapped his arms and took a step back, only keeping a steady hand on Buzz’s back to prevent them from falling from their chair.

Buzz shivered at the loss of contact. It took them a moment to compose themselves enough to stand steady, breathing more regular. They started to leave, but Tony caught the scruff of his coat.

“What do we say,” Tony asked.

“Yes, sir,” Buzz breathed, and the hand holding them back let go.

“Keep your underwear on, everything else- off,” Tony gave one last command as Buzz got to the door.

“Yes, sir,” Buzz said again, louder enough only so Tony could hear them from this distance, and slid out the door.

The walk back to their room was uncomfortable thanks to the straining in their pants. Tony had learned what tone of voice to take to completely shut off their mind and turn them into pudding. Of course, Buzz didn’t have to relax into it, but it was nice to have someone to trust enough to let take full control of them. They could remember hating the man years ago, and now they were following they’re every command.

The halls were quiet, empty. That was a relief, as Buzz did not think they would be able to hide their uncomfortable situation downstairs. After a minute, Buzz was at their door, and they swiftly slid in.

Their room was chilly, if only because it had been uninhabited. Their bed was unmade, the sheets and blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed, cool to the touch. Swiftly, Buzz stripped themself of their coat and shirt, shivering again at the exposure. Shoes and socks were next, and then Buzz stepped out of their tight jeans. Their hand hovered over their growing bulge to feel the heat from it, pulling away to stop themself from touching. They weren’t given permission, yet. He had on boxer-briefs, something he knew Tony liked, and was more comfortable to wear regularly over Tony’s other preference of lacy thongs that never covered anything and rubbed awkwardly against the coarse fabric of their pants.

Stripped down to order, Buzz laid down on their stomach, keeping their back arched so their ass was on display. They shook from the cold and anticipation, taking in shallow breaths to focus themself.

It felt like hours since Tony had given the command. Looking at the blue digits of the clock next to their bed, it had been about 30 minutes. Their skin would be icy to the touch- something Tony would surely seek to fix. They were truly frozen, however, when they heard their door open, lighting up the room with the hallway lights, before the door closed and it was dark again. Buzz didn’t dare move- they were waiting- so, with back still arched, Buzz focused their gaze on their headboard. They strained to hear any movement- a few steps caught their attention, gentle footfalls approaching the bed, and the tell-tale clink of a belt buckle.

“I knew my boy could follow instructions,” came the sound of Tony’s voice, situated somewhere behind them. He was taking his time with his own pants, Buzz could hear him slowly draw down the zipper. Silence. There was a sound of fabric shifting. Silence. Tony was toying with them, and it was driving them nuts.

Buzz raised their ass up slightly, letting out a quiet whimper.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tony said with a bite of sarcasm. “Am I not going fast enough for you?”

Buzz bit their lip, refraining from letting out any noise as they rubbed their legs together. They jumped when they felt a hand squeeze their ass.

“You sure know how to put on a show, don’t you,” Tony said, suddenly much closer than Buzz had anticipated. “Let me take care of you, baby boy. Let daddy take care of you.”

Buzz melted, letting go of their lip to let out more shallow breaths as Tony continued massaging their ass through the fabric of their briefs. They had clung to their form nice, keeping their ass defined. Tony’s hand held and massaged one ass cheek, and the other wrapped around Buzz’s hips, pulling and teasing at the waist line. He had pulled Buzz’s hips higher, a shocked yelp coming from the smaller form, as Tony positioned them onto their knees, their chest and face still planted to the mattress.

“That a boy,” Tony said, now having a much better angle to admire. “Keep yourself there- hands above your head. You’ve been good so far, I don’t want to have to tie you up.”

Buzz followed the command, with arms resting further up the bed, completely prone to Tony.

Tony’s fingers laced under the waistband of Buzz’s underwear and pulled them down to reveal his ass. Tony went in and sunk his teeth in on one of the fleshy cheeks, pulling another sharp cry from Buzz, before running his tongue over the tender mark. He would go and give the same treatment to the other cheek, a free hand massaging the healing bite mark.After both cheeks matched, he spread their cheeks and rubbed around the tight entrance with his finger.

Buzz groaned at the feeling and heard Tony spit. They felt the warmth drip down their crack and over his entrance. Tony collected his own saliva with a finger and slid it into Buzz, slow and deliberate. Buzz let out a long, drawn out whine.

“That’s it, baby, let daddy take care of you. Relax,” Tony ordered in a gentle tone. Buzz followed suit, shoulders relaxing, unaware they had been tensed. At that, Tony continued fingering their hole, biting and sucking on his cheeks while he wiggled one finger into the knuckle, stretched to two and slowly, agonizingly, to three. Buzz was taking quick, shallow breaths, whining when they felt Tony rub that spot inside of them that sent sparks flying through their spine and into their lonely sex. Tony was in full control of their body with his actions and words, and Buzz was dangerously close to losing it.

Tony withdrew his fingers slowly, causing Buzz to whimper and turn his head back to him to protest. They could barely make out Tony’s face in the dim light of the cityscape outside, but he looked hungry. His eyes were blacked out, lidded, focused like a hunter confronting their quarry. Tony carefully pulled the waistband down, freeing Buzz’s now fully erect and leaking member from its confines. He slid them down Buzz’s thighs and maneuvered their legs to take them off completely.

“My poor boy, leaking for me like this,” Tony said, finding the inevitable spot on the front of their underwear where precome had collected. He leaned over Buzz, still straining to see him in his position, and held the underwear in front of their face. “Open up, I want you to taste yourself.”

Buzz, without thinking, opened their mouth, their tongue rolling out over their lower lip. Tony grabbed their jaw, using his thumb to hold the tongue out. Buzz’s eyes had completely glazed over, lids drooping. In his other hand, Tony placed the wet spot directly over Buzz’s tongue before shoving the rest of the article into their mouth, creating a makeshift gag. Buzz moaned deeply, eyes closing at the taste of themself, their eagerness, filled their tongue and had their own muskiness in their nose. Tony watched them, holding their face firmly.

“What I wouldn’t give to have you like this, under my desk or waiting for me in bed. My good boy, always doing as I say,” Tony mused. Buzz’s brain began to wander, imagining themself poised under Tony’s desk, waiting on his knees with a gag for whenever Tony needed a quick release or his cock warmed. They moaned and drooled at the thought of it, saliva catching on the fabric of their underwear. Blood rushed to their neglected member, and their hips rutted into the air of their own volition.

“Another time, perhaps,” Tony let go of their face, allowing them to fall back down on the bed. “Remember, arms stay up.” With that, Tony went back to their position behind Buzz.

He massaged the warm flesh of Buzz’s ass, growing warmer from the biting that inflamed it. Buzz could hear a bottle open, and a slick, wet sound. The anticipation had them almost shaking again, wanting their abused entrance to be filled again with something more satisfying than fingers. They could almost cry when they felt Tony’s cock, hard, hot, and slick, rub and grind against their back.

“You need to stay quiet for me. Understand,” Tony asked, leaning over Buzz. “We wouldn’t want to wake anyone up, would we? Unless you want the whole tower to hear what a good boy you are for your daddy?”

Buzz whined through the gag, rutting their ass against Tony.

“No, I think I want to keep my baby boy all to myself,” Tony said, pulling his dick away only long enough to line up the head of his cock and push his way into the tight ring.

Buzz whined, biting down into the gag with a rough groan, and Tony stopped. He popped his head out, and pushed it back in, watching the way Buzz would clench and jerk under him. Tears burned at Buzz’s eyes, just wanting more but not able to ask for it. Eventually, finally, Tony pushed in, and kept pushing. Slowly, dragging his nails into Buzz’s hips, Tony seated himself fully inside Buzz. Tears marked the mattress.

“You’re doing so good, my baby boy. Let me fuck you, and then you can come,” Tony said, leaning down closer to Buzz, his forehead resting at the base of the smaller one’s neck. He didn’t move until Buzz pushed their hips back, aiming for more friction.

With the affirmative, Tony kissed his way down Buzz’s shoulder blades, brought himself back up and pulled out, leaving the head locked inside, and pushed himself fully into Buzz’s heat again.

He set a slow, tantalizing pace, causing Buzz to writhe with the need for more. Tony controlled his pace, shifting his thrusts slightly to find that spot. He knew he had hit it because Buzz practically sobbed, more precome leaking from their needy prick. Narrowing in on the spot, Tony thrust in again faster, harder, until he set a brutal and relentless pace.

Buzz had to bite into the cloth gag to stop their whining from growing louder. The intensity of everything, the rivers of sparks from Tony’s thrusts and the feel of Tony’s balls slapping against them was too much. They were wiggling- not to get away, but to feel more, for some friction on their dick. They shifted an arm down to stroke themself, but froze when Tony paused and gave a warning growl.

“You can only come when I tell you to,” Tony said firmly, grabbing Buzz’s wrist and pinning it hard against their back. Their arm ached with the strain, but they didn’t dare struggle; they didn’t want to. Tony started moving again, immediately back at the fast, relentless pace. “You- touch yourself- only- when I- tell you.” Tony commanded, punctuating his order with thrusts. His own breathing was becoming labored, and his voice was hoarse. Buzz’s body, still vibrating, submitted again, letting Tony fuck into them without remorse or abandon.

“Daddy’s going to fill you, baby,” Tony breathed. “Daddy’s going to fill up his baby boy, and his baby boy is going to thank him for it.” He thrusted in shallowly, before giving a few pointed, hard thrusts.

Tony pushed deeper than Buzz had ever felt, and they could feel themselves being filled with hot come as he groaned out an orgasm. It felt never ending. Tony kept thrusting shallowly. Hot streams of come coated Buzz’s insides and made them feel so incredibly full. Even after he had finished coming, Tony continued to thrust, watching his own cum cling to his dick and Buzz’s abused hole. He pushed himself all the way in again, pulling a pitiful whine from the one under him, and he leaned down to pull the soaked gag from Buzz’s mouth.

“What do we say,” Tony asked, breathy. He was buried inside them and unmoving.

“T- thank you, d-daddy,” Buzz finally got out. Their whole body felt like jelly.

“Good boy,” Tony said, leaning back and pulling himself from Buzz. “See if you can hold that in, and I’ll let you come.”

Buzz tried to keep themself closed, a few drops of Tony’s come escaping, only to be scooped up and pushed back in with Tony’s finger. Tony helped Buzz roll over and lapped his tongue over Buzz’s aching member. Buzz jumped away at the sensation- it was too much after being given so little, but Tony didn’t ease up. He continued lapping at their leaking cock, only to spread the leaking precome over Buzz’s sensitive head. Tony took it into his mouth, sucking and wrapping his tongue around the nearly purple cockhead, while his warm hands massaged his balls.

With a pop, Tony lifted himself from Buzz’s cock. “You want to come for daddy,” Tony asked, though it was a tone that implied it was a fact. “You want to show daddy how good you can be?”

Buzz nodded, trying to prop themselves up to look at what Tony was doing.

“Use your words,” Tony said in a warning tone, stroking Buzz’s cock that was wet with his own saliva. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come, daddy,” Buzz whimpered. “I want daddy to make me come.”

With that, Tony kissed Buzz’s cockhead and began stroking it in earnest. The hand that had been massaging their balls had moved down to the red puckered hole. Tony pushed a finger back into Buzz, causing them to arch and keen their hips. His come was still warm and pooling inside Buzz’s ass, and Tony used it as lube to fuck his fingers into Buzz in time with his strokes.

It was all too much for Buzz. They could no longer stay still, feeling overstimulated before they were even allowed to come. They writhed under Tony’s steady gaze and grip. The slick hand pulled at his cock, and when Tony connected his lips to the head again, Buzz let out a sharp gasp. Strings of cum finally burst out from them, the first few hitting Tony in the face and the rest landing on their stomach. Tony pulled out his fingers but continued stroking until Buzz whined in pain.

“Too much…” Buzz trailed off.

“You did so good for me,” Tony said, climbing up to be at the same level as Buzz. “You did so well for me. Give me a minute, and daddy will tuck you in.” Tony left with a kiss on Buzz’s forehead, hopping off the bed and disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm cloth to clean up Buzz’s stomach. Tony crawled back into bed, and it was only as Buzz was being rolled to their side that they noticed Tony had finally taken off his clothes.

Tony’s touches were soft and careful, especially as he ran the warm cloth over Buzz’s softening member. He shushed away the small whines Buzz gave, making sure they were clean enough before falling asleep. Buzz was malleable, and Tony moved them around as he needed to get everything, before tossing the cloth off the bed and pulling up the blankets. Buzz was now on their side, facing away from Tony, their arm face buried in their arm as Tony wrapped the blankets around them.

“How are you doing,” Tony whispered, his head nestled between their shoulder and neck.

“Fine,” Buzz said, almost so quietly it didn’t come out at all.

“Was it too much,” Tony asked. His hands were holding them close, softly gripping their hips.

“No,” Buzz said, more confidently. “I just- I forget how intense it can be. To let go like that.”

Tony leaned over to watch their face. Tears still stained their cheeks, but they were calm now. “That’s why I’m here. To help you through it.” He placed a soft kiss on their hair. “You really did so good. You can relax again, let yourself sleep.”

That was Tony’s ploy the whole time. Usually, it was Buzz’s responsibility to drag Tony to bed, to fuck him or suck him off to get him to relax. Tony just happened to beat them to it tonight. Buzz nestled themself closer into Tony’s arms, succumbing to the warmth and protection of the blankets, and let themself drift to sleep.

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ikarakie · 3 months

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if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light

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runilaisanerd · 2 months

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Fan Cast: Marvel 1602 (2005-2006), 5

The Spider/Peter Parquagh - Griffin Gluck

Virginia Dare - Lizzy Greene

Hulk/David Banner - Brian Dietzen

Jonah Jameson - Hugh Laurie

Dougan - Kevin McKidd

Lord Iron/Anthony Stark - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rupert Rhodes - Dayo Okeniyi

Norman Osborne - Richard Armitage

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purplepixel · 4 months

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I did the meme. The world is not ready for them

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soliloquent-stark · 7 months

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besides the well-known fact that tony stark's arc reactor literally powered his heart and symbolised his second chance at life, it's been not just alluded to but clearly stated by marvel from the very first iron man film that it represents his heart:

this point is made very clear again when it's used to portray his death:

of course they did this; they're such obvious metaphors that are easy to rely on for beautiful visual storytelling. they undoubtedly were aware of the potential for these scenes and carefully considered them since the beginning.

but you don't really get to use each of these moments more than once if you want them to matter, so they had to choose which one of tony's stories needed to be told through carefully picked parallels.

and who did they use them on?

yup, that's right. steve rogers. steve, who literally ends their painful fight by breaking his heart.

steve, whom tony literally hands his heart and says "here, take this" while he's devastated, disappointed, and at one of the lowest moments of his entire life.

so, platonic, romantic, alterous — the intricacies of his feelings don't even matter. they're only for tony to know.

but what we as an audience know, what we were explicitly told by marvel, is that the feelings tony had for steve were so strong that they were the equivalent of getting his heart actually shattered into pieces, and being reduced to offering your desperate, mourning heart on a platter as a way of saying "take it all, there's nothing left of me that you don't own now".

these were not accidents. we were meant to understand how profound his feelings were. so many things spiraled out of their falling out — the entire universe's faith was at stake as a result. tony was not indifferent to him. his problem was that he felt too much.

tony's achille's heel was always steve rogers, and that will forever be the backbone of the marvel universe.

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seveett · 8 months

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“ BAD BOY .”

DISCLAIMER; ok first off, i havent written in a WHILE…,,, and secondly, this is like a sort of joke between me n my friend Dani (😭) Pairing(s); Tony stark x Top Amab reader ★ cws; edging, belly bulge, overstimulation (not proof read.)

“No touching, Anthony.” You said, gripping his wrist as his hand tried to grab onto his cock. Tony went wild when you called him by his real name instead of his nickname, he could get hard just by hearing you say that, especially in that tone.

You had been edging him for a while now, having him whine and whimper beneath you, squirming in your touch desprate in the need of release.

“Please, i’ll be good. I need to cum-” He desperately begged you, tears streaming down his face, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly as you continued your thrust, slowing down a bit.

“You’ve been a bad boy, remember? You can cum when i say so.” You told him as his whined at the last sentence, his hard cock dribbling out pre-cum.

“Am i gonna have to tie your hands behind your back, or are you going to behave?” You questioned, watching as he nodded fastly.

“Good..” You resumed your thrust at a faster pace, he moaned out in pleasure as your tip brushed against his prostate, his back arching and his mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

His nailed raked down your back causing a sting of pain but you were to caught up in the pleasure to care, besides, you gave him a fair share of marks too.

Hickeys littering all over his neck, his chest, bites printed on the insides and outsides of his thighs.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed a bulge in his stomach, moving every time you did.

“Look at that, ‘M all up in your guts tony..” You said in a low tone. His eyes opened, trailing down to where you were staring, his eyes widened a little as he saw the bulge.

He placed his hand over it, pushing down on it causing him to moan out loudly. As for you, it only encouraged you to fuck his harder, faster.

“You close, Tones?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding desperately. “Yes- God, please i’m so close.” He said desperately, teetering on the edge as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach.

“Cum for me, Tony. Do it.” You order, watching as he came all over himself, his back arching as he moaned out your name loudly.

You continued your thrust, speeding up on purpose, pushing him into overstimulation as he came down from his high.

He gripped your shoulder tightly, biting his lip hard as you kept abusing his prostate, hitting all the right spots.

“You can cum for me again. i know you can, Baby.” You said looking at him as he shook his head, “I cant, please..” He whined.

“I know you can. be a good boy and cum for me again, alright?” You told him, gripping his cock and stroking it in sync with your thrust, he practically screamed this time as he came again, breathing heavily.

You felt your own climax nearly, twitching inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you, he felt your twitching which was his sign of knowing you were close.

“Insssidee..” He slurred out, his legs wrapping around your waist tighter. “You want me to breed you, huh?” You said teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw you over the edge as you filled him with your seed.

Your thrust came to a stop after you finished riding out your orgasm, you both were breathing heavily as you pressed your forehead against his.

“We are definitely doing this again.” He said, a grin on his face as his chest rose and fell, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.

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hobie-doh · 5 months

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Self sacrifice is baked into Ryuji at very turn.

The thief declared the most selfish by the game and narrative (as told by Morgana) is so open to sacrificing himself if it means everyone else can go on.

The boat scene, Makoto and the car, Sophia and the mysterious voice, his literal AI!

His AI is programmed to active protect more often than anyone else, he'll jump in front of attacks that will down his character so willingly

His main moveset, his most powerful skills involve him draining almost half his health bar.

#p5 #persona 5 #ryuji sakamoto #hobie rambles #maybe I'm just biased but #after Marvel and the way the modern mcu is treating Tony Stark #I'm tired of seeing “selfish” characters who are so selfless and self sacrificial

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wingheadshellhead · 9 months

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TONY STARK in I AM IRON MAN (2023) art by Dotun Akande

#marveledit #comicedit #tonystarkedit #ironmanedit #tony stark #iron man #i am iron man #dotun akande #type: edit #universe: 616 #comic: i am iron man #character: tony stark #&#original: edit #original: 616 #original: tony #the art is STUNNING the writing makes no sense #at one point tony sadly strums an electric guitar #im obsessed

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sounds-of-some-day · 2 years

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Rewatching the scene between Tony and Christine at the charity gala in the first Iron Man, and I have a lot of thoughts that I need to better organize so that I can express them.

But I can sum them up with the following three things:

1. Everything you're led to believe is happening with Tony in this scene doesn't make sense for his character at all.

2. Tony liked Christine more than he let on

And this hot take 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

3. Christine was a better match for Tony than Pepper.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

There, I said it.

#character: tony stark #character: christine everhart #marvel hot takes

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transduin-is-cringe · 1 year

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Coffee Break (Tony x OC)

This is a short drabble fic based off a prompt that got slightly out of hand.

Prompt: handing the other one a hot cup of tea coffee, their hands touching for a moment Rating: Fluff (All ages) Pairing: Tony x OC (Buzz, they/them) Word count: 1157 Summary: Buzz brings some coffee for the insomniac engineer, only to find the lab empty- until they find Tony taking a snooze.

Tony didn’t sleep very often. It wasn’t a mystery to anyone in the tower that he still struggled with nightmares and tremors after New York and the Mandarin. He could put on a brave face most days, but he was only brave because he was avoiding the one thing he needed- sleep.

Buzz knew there was no convincing him to go to bed. Tony’s bad habit, however, did allow Buzz to bond a bit more with Tony versus the other residents of Stark Tower. The Gods and Heroes of the Avengers frequently come and go as a revolving door. Pepper still had a business to maintain, and otherwise kept a steady schedule when she was back at the tower.

Tony in his lab was a constant- which made it all the more surprising when Buzz slid open the door and found the lab empty. Lights started up as the door opened, meaning it had been unoccupied for a while now. Perhaps Tony finally gave up the ghost and went to bed. There was a pang of disappointment as Buzz slid the cardboard carrier holding two hot lattes onto an empty counter space. They had looked forward to spending time with Tony- silent bonding as they each fulfilled their own tasks, tinkered with their own programs, basking in each other’s company. There was relief, though, that Tony was finally getting a bit of rest.

“Good morning, JARVIS,” Buzz called out. The program whirred to life.

“Good morning, Buzz,” the electronic voice responded. “It is currently 2:14 AM.”

So Tony had gone to bed, and at a time where most normal people would be in bed. Buzz wasn’t sure if they should be concerned or proud.

“Still technically morning,” Buzz countered. “Can you show me the Moth Suit program? Got some debugging to do.”

“Of course,” JARVIS replied, opening a diagram of a suit, similar in style to the famous Iron Man suit, in a hologram on Buzz’s own work table. “I would like to remind you that I am capable of running debugging diagnostics passively- you do not have to debug manually.”

“Call me old fashioned,” Buzz said sarcastically. They liked getting into the nitty gritty, fine tuning everything within a millimeter of perfection. What they could do, actually entering the program through their mutation, felt even more personal than plugging away lines of code on the computer. They were the program.

“Of course, sir. Shall I start up your Tinker Time playlist?”

Buzz rounded their table, looking at the display of their suit- and came to a stop when he saw a figure at the corner of their gaze. Tony had gone to bed, but done so on a lightly padded bench. Buzz wouldn’t say he looked elegant in his sleep- not in this moment. Tony was laying on his back, his head propped up by a rolled up towel. His chin was buried in his chest with a permanent scowl on his face. His arms crossed over the glowing reactor in his chest, both hands tucked into his underarms. Buzz couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the sight.

“Hold off on that, JARVIS,” Buzz replied off handedly. Tony had kept a few blankets in the lab in the event of a power nap, but evidently decided against them this time around. Buzz touched the back of their hand to Tony’s bare arm and felt how cold it was. The pang in their chest returned, but a pang of adoration rather than one of regret. Tony flinched at the contact, but otherwise did not stir.

Buzz grabbed a throw blanket from a built-in shelving unit, shook and unfurled it, and laid it carefully over Tony. As Buzz leaned over the sleeping man to tuck him in, there was a groan.

“Just resting my eyes,” Tony stirred, moving to sit up. Buzz stood back as the man awoke, stretching and shivering and wiping the sleep away from his eyes. “Five minute micro-nap-- just resting my eyes.”

Buzz couldn’t help but smile. “Just five minutes? When was that?”

“Doesn’t matter, I guess,” Tony was now sitting straight up and was mostly awake, if his diversion was anything to go by. He hated being proven wrong, even for the smallest things. “JARVIS, put on my Work playlist.” Tony stood and walked around Buzz’s station, trailing his hand over Buzz’s back as he passed them.

“Of course, sir.” As JARVIS’s voice faded, the distinctive guitars of AC/DC started playing.

Buzz followed after Tony, placing their own hand on Tony’s back. “Why don’t you go to bed, Tony. You’re clearly tired.”

Tony shook his head, unsure if he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t tired or shaking the sleep off. “Not tired, not anymore. Jarv, open up Mark 78- I have some ideas for improvements.”

Buzz knew better than to argue with Tony when it came to sleep. They didn’t have much of a leg to stand on, either. Their mutation came with free insomnia- with so much electricity coursing through their veins constantly, they could never turn their brain off. Tony and Buzz would frequently find themselves timing their streaks- Buzz got up to 43 hours before Bruce had to actually carry them to bed. So no, Buzz was no better than Tony when it came to sleep, which is why they settled for the next best thing. Buzz slid their hand off of Tony’s back and walked to the table where they had set the carrier down.

“I got you a coffee,” Buzz offered, bringing the two cups over to Tony’s station, sliding along the table beside him. Tony looked at the cup with a brief suspicion before grabbing it from Buzz’s hand. His fingers hovered over the other’s for a fraction of a second, a feather light brush. Buzz could feel the callouses that had formed over years of working with his hands.

“Thanks, Sparky,” Tony replied before taking a large swig. It had cooled down enough since Buzz had ordered it, it seemed.

“So, how long have you been going this time,” Buzz asked, not moving from their spot, surely in Tony’s way.

“Lost track,” Tony replied quickly, but softly. It was clear he was still tired.

Buzz just watched him, adoration and sympathy made them ache. Tony eventually met their gaze, taking in a deep breath as they both watched each other. Buzz broke the contact first.

“Don’t work too hard,” Buzz finally said after a few moments of silence between the two. They shifted out of Tony’s way, resting their free hand over Tony’s shoulder, grazing fingers over his shoulder blades as they made their way to their projection.

And the two worked in silence. Tony’s classic rock playlist continued so it wasn’t a strained silence. It was always comfortable. Two engineers engaging with their craft together, the two of them knowing better than to fight the other’s bad habits.

#tony stark #iron man #tony x oc #tony stark fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfic #canon x oc #fluff #cute #drabble #rating: fluff #character: Tony Stark #character: Buzz Torne #writing #my writing

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airlocksandaviaries · 1 year

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#blorbo from my shows #blorbo from my movies #blorbo #poll #blorbo poll #my besties know which one I am #and I know which one my best bestie is #what about you Tumblr?#tony stark #dream of the endless #tom iceman kazansky #<- the Blorbos in question #favorite characters

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runilaisanerd · 2 months

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Fan Cast: Marvel 1602: New World (2005-2006), 4

The Spider/Peter Parker - Griffin Gluck

Virginia Dare - Lizzy Greene

David Banner - Brian Dietzen

Rupert Rhodes - Dayo Okeniyi

Lord Iron/Anthony Stark - Jake Gyllenhaal

Norman Osborne - Richard Armitage

#runilaposts #fandom: marvel #vibe: fan cast #character: peter parker #person: griffin gluck #person: virginia dare #person: lizzy greene #character: bruce banner #person: brian dietzen #character: james rhodes #person: dayo okeniyi #character: tony stark #person: jake gyllenhaal #character: norman osborn #person: richard armitage

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raineydays411 · 10 months

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My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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