speculation and fandom isn’t enough. i need to interview tony stark.
1. What went through your mind, when nick fury called you a textbook narcissist, that prompted you to say “agreed”? Do you actually agree with that assessment? would you prefer people view you in that lens, regardless of its truth?
2. When did you realize that you wouldn’t survive the blood toxicity? Did you always intend on finding a solution before it became fatal? What was the first time you realized the suit was killing you like?
3. At what point in time did you realize that Peter Parker is like a son to you? When you said you’re “breaking the cycle” handed down by your father in regards to caring for Peter, did you intend to imply that he’s your son? if so, did you hope he would pick up on it? if not, what prompted that phrase?
4. Had you been able to avoid the notice of Rhodey and the US Government in your first mission in the suit (after the escape from the cave), how long would you have kept the suit a secret? did you ever intend on telling anyone else about it? Where you secretly glad you told Rhodey in a relatively non-emotional way?
5. What was it like, coming to earth after the snap? Did you intentionally seek out the names of those snapped? Did you ever explain to Steve who “the kid” is? Did you ever explain to Morgan?
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Your time travel AUs for any Star Wars characters made me think about what would happen if a 14-year-old Ahsoka went to the future to see the Empire.
she finds and roasts her 30yo self, as any 14yo would
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first time meeting neighbor nanami kento in the elevator. both reaching to press the button for the 5th floor. your movements freezing as your hands touch in the air. an awkward “sorry” coming from both sides. “let me”, he presses the button. “thanks”, you put your hand back on your bag handle, slightly bowing your head, hoping it’s enough to hide your flushed cheeks.
you glance at his reflection on the elevator door. he’s looking at you. “new around?”, he asks, voice quiet and monotone. “yes”, you reply, “just recently moved”
“it’s a quiet neighborhood, hope it’s to your liking”
you nod with a barely audible “mhm”.
the elevator stops. the doors open. “please”, he takes a small step back, “after you” — inviting you to go first both with words and body.
“thanks”, you say as you step out but “what a man” you think in your head, your heartbeat slightly speeding up — you might just be tiny bit charmed by this blond man.
“well”, you stop in front of your apartment door, “it was nice meetin—”, you fail to finish as he stops in front of the next door and looks at you, “oh?” — it’s barely noticeable but his eyes slightly widen — “we’re next-door neighbors” — and then quickly go back to normal.
“seems so”, you confirm with a smile.
each encounter with him in the apartment building would lead to slower walks down the corridor and more dragged-out conversations in front of your doorsteps, on purpose — just so you can steal a little bit more time together here and there, neither of you aware of the mutual crushing nor brave enough to invite the other in — it might seem too pushy and inappropriate — you both would think.
your eyes would search for each other every day going in and out of the building. sometimes you’d find him waiting in front of the elevator, even though the hall indicator would show it’s already on the 1st floor. and other times it’s you who’d do the waiting.
after a while you both become well aware of each other’s schedules and thus the “accidental” hallway meetings become a stable part of your day.
but when you don’t see him around this evening you find it a bit unusual. maybe he got held back at work, you think.
he didn’t.
he’s waiting. leaning against the wall next to your apartment door, with a bottle of red wine and two glasses — he’s waiting. for you.
and little did you know — you would leave together the next morning.
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I am endlessly entertained by the prospect of MBJ just having literally no clue how human physiology works, and thus believing everything he hears (which, paired with SQH's propensity for saying dumb shit without thinking, is a recipe for disaster)
like:
SQH: ugh if I read any more expense reports my eyeballs will fall out of my head
MBJ: *frantically gathering as many expense reports as he can carry before shoving them into the fire*
SQH: *literally watching all his work burn up in flames* i-
MBJ: please hold in your eyeballs
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SQH, offhandedly: lmao wei qingwei ate so many bao buns at the festival that I honestly think he's going to turn into one
MBJ, absolutely horrified, actually gives his condolences to the (very confused) human man because this affliction which will soon take his humanity is a fate worse than death. Also he starts hiding SQH's melon seeds
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SQH: ugh I'm so stressed out i'm gonna EXPLODE
MBJ: NO-
Yes YES OH man Shang Qinghua definitely has no filter when complaining about stuff, Poor Mobei he's learning so many awful things about humans and how MUCH DANGER THEYRE IN (how much danger his favorite human is in)
He tries to learn more about what can happen to his poor human so he's spying on Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghuas meetings only to hear them BOTH dramatically explain how tired they are, Shen Qingqiu with some peak lord duties juggled with Binghe and Shang Qinghua with just the amount of paper work and how they both won't make it if things don't slow down soon which prompts Mobei to immediately tell Luo Binghe that his consort is going to DIE if he doesn't get rest immediately this second
I can see this getting SO out of hand so fast, He'd bury Shang Qinghua in blankets and hold him tight so absolutely nothing can bother him and he'd be safe
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