Stark Resilient

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Tony Stark. I build stuff with my hands and sometimes I fly around in an armored suit pretending to be a super hero. One time, I was mayor of the moon. Were you mayor of the Moon? Probably not. (A 616 Tony Stark rp blog)

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She shook her head, sighing and peppering his face with kisses again. “No, it’s my fault Tony. I know that.” She’d been the one who walked away first. And she regretted it. Rumiko leaned into his hand, eyes still puffy and tears stained with the tears they’d already shed, but she looked happy. If there was anything she knew, it was that Tony Stark, as much of a playboy he could be, loved her. That was all she needed to know. “You promise work won’t always take precedence over me? Or over us? I know there will have to be exceptions, but as long as it’s the majority of the time, lover, I can deal with that.” Ru kissed his palm again, putting her hand over top of his. “So… How… Long was I dead?”

Tony moved out of his chair and into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms. He just needed to feel her warmth a further reassurance she was there. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You’ll be my first priority,” He smiled. “Home at a decent time, less time in the lab. Whatever you want.”

He wasn’t going to screw this up again. He had this rare second chance with her. She had always deserved all of him because she’d given him all of her. She had loved him despite himself and he’d given her his heart.

“I… don’t know for sure. I don’t know magic. But you were out for a few days.”

She curled up in his lap, closing her eyes, and sighing in relief. Whatever tension she’d held when she woke up was gone. She was safe, that was what mattered. Ru nodded, reaching a hand up to run her fingers through his hair. “We’ll figure it out.” At least he was open for suggestions. Right now she just wanted him to know she wasn’t going anywhere. She nodded again. It was going to be hard to understand. Magic, from what she’d learned, was a fickle thing, and she wasn’t going to argue with it. “Okay. I remember falling asleep, after… After seeing the suit.”

“It wasn’t me.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “It wasn’t me in the suit. I would never, ever hurt you. I hope you know that.”

She had to know that right? Deep down she had to know that he’d never do something hostile to her, especially in his armor. His biggest fear when he’d found her body is that she had died thinking he’d been the one to take her life.

“I’m so sorry I let that happen to you. Even if it wasn’t me in there, it was my responsibility to make sure you were safe and that my armor wasn’t used against the people I love.” He buried his face in her hair. “Forgive me?”

#rumxko #v: black magic woman

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I’M HAVING A LOT OF VERY SUDDEN FEELINGS ABOUT TONY AND RUMIKO

#rumiko fujikawa #me #fanart

She shook her head, sighing and peppering his face with kisses again. “No, it’s my fault Tony. I know that.” She’d been the one who walked away first. And she regretted it. Rumiko leaned into his hand, eyes still puffy and tears stained with the tears they’d already shed, but she looked happy. If there was anything she knew, it was that Tony Stark, as much of a playboy he could be, loved her. That was all she needed to know. “You promise work won’t always take precedence over me? Or over us? I know there will have to be exceptions, but as long as it’s the majority of the time, lover, I can deal with that.” Ru kissed his palm again, putting her hand over top of his. “So… How… Long was I dead?”

Tony moved out of his chair and into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms. He just needed to feel her warmth a further reassurance she was there. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You’ll be my first priority,” He smiled. “Home at a decent time, less time in the lab. Whatever you want.”

He wasn’t going to screw this up again. He had this rare second chance with her. She had always deserved all of him because she’d given him all of her. She had loved him despite himself and he’d given her his heart.

“I... don’t know for sure. I don’t know magic. But you were out for a few days.”

#rumxko #v: black magic woman #these two kill me.

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It wasn’t clear how she’d gotten where she was. Rumiko didn’t really remember falling asleep either, but here she was. The smell beside her was really familiar but she was almost scared to look. It was that mixed with a hint of sulphur, but thay didn’t bother her as much as the cologne.

She turned her head, and eyes shot wide. “Tony?” Ru breathed, sitting up and staring at him before putting her hand on his arm. “Oh my god. Tony!” She leaned over peppering kisses on his cheek.

Tony hadn’t expected it to work when Strange came to him in mourning, promises of returning his lost love with him. He’d taken the bait in a moment of weakness, willing to believe anything with his broken heart, including magic. He’d surrendered her body to the Sorcerer Supreme and now he sat beside the bed for whatever Strange had done to take effect.

Nothing happened for days. He wasn’t sure why he’d allowed himself to hope for this but he hadn’t left her side. Tony was about to leave when she gripped his arm. Before he’d really had a chance to process it had worked she was on top of him, kissing him furiously, cooing his name. He laughed through tears, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“It worked! I can’t believe it!” He pulled back, taking her face in his hands, locking his eyes with hers. “You’re alive!”

She couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she remembered… The Iron Man suit? It couldn’t have been Tony. He wouldn’t scare her like that, would he? That was sort of the last thing she actually remembered. So how she got here, and what happened, she had no clue. Ru found that she was overwhelmed by the face that Tony was crying. She had never seen him cry, and it made her well up as he cupped her face. Putting her hands over top of his, she tilted her head, kissing each of his palms. “Alive? Of course I’m alive, lover! Why wouldn’t I be?” She answered, tugging him closer to her for a proper kiss. “Why are you crying, Tony?”, She asked, not sure she wanted to know, but it was too late to retract the question. She stroked his hair, kissing his forehead, hugging him tight.

“You were…” He watched her. “Just a moment a go…”

He knew he should explain the stolen armor and… but she didn’t seem to remember or know she was dead so for now he deepened her kiss, pulling her closer as he did. When he needed air he broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her again. He needed to see the life in her eyes.

“Can we just sit here for a bit? I want to just soak you in.” He kissed her forehead. “I thought I’d lost you…”

She wiped the lingering tears from his cheeks, and let him pull her in against him. Ru moved her hands to behind his head, raking them through his hair. This was too surreal. He was saying she’d died. That didn’t really compute with her right now. It didn’t matter. Tony had waited for her, he wasn’t mad about her leaving, or anything. It was nice. She was just glad that they’d worked it out, which was obvious by the way he was fervent in his kisses. She was never going to complain about that. Giggling, she toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, nodding. “Of course. I just… I thought you were upset with me still…” Which was why she was so shocked about him being so affectionate.

He’d missed her, even before she’d been killed. He’d hoped they were working it out and he was so scared he’d never get the chance to be the man she needed and deserved him to be. Ru was here, in his arms, and she was alive and that was enough right now.

“I’m not.” He smiled softly. “I... should never have let you go. It was my fault...”

He reached up, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb. She was beautiful, and she was here with him and alive.

“I want to make us work, no matter what it takes. If you’ll let me.”

#rumxko #v: black magic woman

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It wasn’t clear how she’d gotten where she was. Rumiko didn’t really remember falling asleep either, but here she was. The smell beside her was really familiar but she was almost scared to look. It was that mixed with a hint of sulphur, but thay didn’t bother her as much as the cologne.

She turned her head, and eyes shot wide. “Tony?” Ru breathed, sitting up and staring at him before putting her hand on his arm. “Oh my god. Tony!” She leaned over peppering kisses on his cheek.

Tony hadn’t expected it to work when Strange came to him in mourning, promises of returning his lost love with him. He’d taken the bait in a moment of weakness, willing to believe anything with his broken heart, including magic. He’d surrendered her body to the Sorcerer Supreme and now he sat beside the bed for whatever Strange had done to take effect.

Nothing happened for days. He wasn’t sure why he’d allowed himself to hope for this but he hadn’t left her side. Tony was about to leave when she gripped his arm. Before he’d really had a chance to process it had worked she was on top of him, kissing him furiously, cooing his name. He laughed through tears, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“It worked! I can’t believe it!” He pulled back, taking her face in his hands, locking his eyes with hers. “You’re alive!”

She couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she remembered… The Iron Man suit? It couldn’t have been Tony. He wouldn’t scare her like that, would he? That was sort of the last thing she actually remembered. So how she got here, and what happened, she had no clue. Ru found that she was overwhelmed by the face that Tony was crying. She had never seen him cry, and it made her well up as he cupped her face. Putting her hands over top of his, she tilted her head, kissing each of his palms. “Alive? Of course I’m alive, lover! Why wouldn’t I be?” She answered, tugging him closer to her for a proper kiss. “Why are you crying, Tony?”, She asked, not sure she wanted to know, but it was too late to retract the question. She stroked his hair, kissing his forehead, hugging him tight.

“You were...” He watched her. “Just a moment a go...”

He knew he should explain the stolen armor and... but she didn’t seem to remember or know she was dead so for now he deepened her kiss, pulling her closer as he did. When he needed air he broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her again. He needed to see the life in her eyes.

“Can we just sit here for a bit? I want to just soak you in.” He kissed her forehead. “I thought I’d lost you...”

#rumxko #v: black magic woman #hahahaa perfect

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It wasn’t clear how she’d gotten where she was. Rumiko didn’t really remember falling asleep either, but here she was. The smell beside her was really familiar but she was almost scared to look. It was that mixed with a hint of sulphur, but thay didn’t bother her as much as the cologne.

She turned her head, and eyes shot wide. “Tony?” Ru breathed, sitting up and staring at him before putting her hand on his arm. “Oh my god. Tony!” She leaned over peppering kisses on his cheek.

Tony hadn’t expected it to work when Strange came to him in mourning, promises of returning his lost love with him. He’d taken the bait in a moment of weakness, willing to believe anything with his broken heart, including magic. He’d surrendered her body to the Sorcerer Supreme and now he sat beside the bed for whatever Strange had done to take effect.

Nothing happened for days. He wasn’t sure why he’d allowed himself to hope for this but he hadn’t left her side. Tony was about to leave when she gripped his arm. Before he’d really had a chance to process it had worked she was on top of him, kissing him furiously, cooing his name. He laughed through tears, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“It worked! I can’t believe it!” He pulled back, taking her face in his hands, locking his eyes with hers. “You’re alive!”

[Text]: Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.

[Text: Potts]: What… why would you… I leave for a few months and all hell breaks loose. You casualties are the precious, precious coffee machine?

[Text: Potts]: You’re a monster.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] You also came back to new tech, our stock going up twenty-six points, and no employee casualties, and you choose to focus on the coffee machine.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] I DIDN’T DO IT ON PURPOSE.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] IT’S IN A BETTER PLACE NOW.

[Text: Potts]: Hi, have we met?

[Text: Potts]: COFFEE IS THE ONLY THING I LIVE FOR!

[Text: Iron Dweeb] Unfortunately, yes.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] I BOUGHT A NEW ONE!

[Text: Potts] Rude. You are lucky to have me. You'd be bored without me.

[Text: Potts] Fine. Train this one yourself. Become the master.

"Repeatedly breaks the fax machine. Not entirely sure why we still communicate by fax. It's 2014. Get it together."

“I still assert that Tim broke it most recently. The kid doesn’t know how to replace the toner cartridges.

And we use fax because your tech is about as reliable as that email I got last week telling me that I’d won the lottery.”

"I didn’t create the coffee machine, Potts. I bought it at Le Target Boutique for the low low price of $19.99 plus tax. Thank you very much. So you cannot blame my skills for it’s faults, but you can blame my ability to purchase a quality item from a big box retailer.

I’m not firing you. But if you feel the working conditions here are upsetting to you, then you are welcome to leave (though I want you to stay).

Timberly is an adult young man and if he hasn’t learn how to use the printer and change the cartridges yet, there is no learning. His life is a failure and we’ll need to put him down out back and bury him in the woods. How much was the suit?”

“Yes, but you bonded with it. It adopted your attitude and now it refuses to cooperate before noon. But if you want examples of things you actually created, I think I still have a few scars I could show you.

Regardless, I’m not going anywhere. Resilient’s my baby as much as it is yours, and the last thing we need is a messy custody battle.

I think it’s too primitive for him. He’s part of the younger generation, with their newfangled three dimensional printers. But we could always throw him off a cliff like the Spartans used to with weak children— Far less messy on our part. And to answer your question, it was a gift from a designer at New York Fashion Week last year. Maybe we can get MoMA to take it under the guise of social commentary on the modern age of business.”

"You've worked for me most of your adult life and I'm not sure why you haven't learned yet to bond with the machines that give you things. Like coffee. And food.

No need to remind me of your scars. I am well aware the pains I have caused you over the years.

I'd just give it to you, if you asked. The company, I mean. We put our blood, sweat and tears into Resilient together, literally blood sometimes... the company is more yours than mine. You've kept her going since I separated myself to keep you guys safe. And it worked.

At least Tim is mostly educated on the past. One of those new people who I don't know asked me what a floppy disk was. Youths. When did we get old, Potts? What happened?

I'll get you a new suit."

[Text]: Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.

[Text: Potts]: What… why would you… I leave for a few months and all hell breaks loose. You casualties are the precious, precious coffee machine?

[Text: Potts]: You’re a monster.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] You also came back to new tech, our stock going up twenty-six points, and no employee casualties, and you choose to focus on the coffee machine.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] I DIDN’T DO IT ON PURPOSE.

[Text: Iron Dweeb] IT’S IN A BETTER PLACE NOW.

[Text: Potts]: Hi, have we met?

[Text: Potts]: COFFEE IS THE ONLY THING I LIVE FOR!

"Repeatedly breaks the fax machine. Not entirely sure why we still communicate by fax. It's 2014. Get it together."

“I still assert that Tim broke it most recently. The kid doesn’t know how to replace the toner cartridges.

And we use fax because your tech is about as reliable as that email I got last week telling me that I’d won the lottery.”

"That actually hurt me. That was the meanest thing that you could say. You take it back. If my tech is so unreliable maybe you should find a new company to work for.

And don’t you dare blame Timothy. He is our little lamb. We need to take care of Timothy.”

“I’ll take it back when your coffee maker stops being pissy and making demon noises at six in the morning. Although if that was your way of firing me, then I wish you the best of luck because I’m pretty sure you couldn’t make it a week without me.

In lieu of that— Take care of Timothy. Teach him how to properly replace the cartridges in the fax machine and the little lamb won’t have to face the big bad boss lady the next time a magenta ink cartridge explodes on her very nice suit.”

"I didn't create the coffee machine, Potts. I bought it at Le Target Boutique for the low low price of $19.99 plus tax. Thank you very much. So you cannot blame my skills for it's faults, but you can blame my ability to purchase a quality item from a big box retailer.

I'm not firing you. But if you feel the working conditions here are upsetting to you, then you are welcome to leave (though I want you to stay).

Timberly is an adult young man and if he hasn't learn how to use the printer and change the cartridges yet, there is no learning. His life is a failure and we'll need to put him down out back and bury him in the woods. How much was the suit?"

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[Text]: Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.

[Text: Potts]: What… why would you… I leave for a few months and all hell breaks loose. You casualties are the precious, precious coffee machine?

[Text: Potts]: You’re a monster.

"Repeatedly breaks the fax machine. Not entirely sure why we still communicate by fax. It's 2014. Get it together."

“I still assert that Tim broke it most recently. The kid doesn’t know how to replace the toner cartridges.

And we use fax because your tech is about as reliable as that email I got last week telling me that I’d won the lottery.”

"That actually hurt me. That was the meanest thing that you could say. You take it back. If my tech is so unreliable maybe you should find a new company to work for.

And don't you dare blame Timothy. He is our little lamb. We need to take care of Timothy."

jekyllryou-hydebakura

What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

OPEN || Meeting Expectations

"I honestly don't know why you're surprised. This is exactly what you should expect from me."

#open rp #need to use this blog more

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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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“According to the doctors, this is perfectly normal.”

"This isn’t normal. I think doctors are liars…"

"I mean… I could probably get through med school in a month if I wanted to. I do apparently get degrees to spite Strange and Reed." He paused. "These drugs have to be dangerous for me anyway… medications that cause an elevated heart rate in a patient with a known heart problem? Shitty doctors, Pep."

“And to give me headaches, don’t forget about that.” Pepper was just about to pinch the bridge of her nose when she started, her eyes wide when Tony mentioned the side effect of his medication. “Ah— Tony! You know who doesn’t tell their doctor about their existing medical conditions before the prescription pad is pulled out? A shitty patient, Tony.

"Pepper. One, this is literally not a secert." He rolled his eyes. "And two, it's in my medical history which is larger than a copy of Gray's Anatomy, so I maintain... shitty. doctor."

OPEN || Bad Attitude

"Fine. Sorry. You're right. It's not your fault I continuously screw up my whole life."

#starksceo #(we need a verse name for them)

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