[Father's Day is such a damn tricky thing for Tony. He hates holidays like these - they're fake, manufactured and done only for companies to rake in a profit (he should know, he was the CEO of his company once) - but he can never escape the weight of it.
This year is no exception, but before he can spend all day drinking and brooding, he makes sure Scott gets a delivery at his apartment. It's nothing crazy, just a box with some treats along with a pound of the expensive coffee Scott had liked the last time he visited. At the bottom of the box, a note in Tony's writing can be found:]
Scott,
Happy Father's Day - I hope you and Cassie are having a blast. I've seen how much that little girl means to you, and it's good to know that there are fathers in this world that care that much about their children.
I didn't make the cake pops, and I know you can probably make some better ones, but I hope you enjoy these.
( it's late when scott finally manages to pick up his phone, but he's happy. the kind of happy that reaches his bones, his heart. )
The cake pops were DELICIOUS and Cassie loved them. Even Maggie loved them, and Maggie doesn't have much of a sweet tooth! Paxton didn't bother trying though but we've kind of established that he's kind of a dick.
Cassie made me spaghetti today.
I am going to show you all my Father's Day spoils as soon as I can. Because they're awesome. And in PLURAL. And I have to.
[With the time difference between the East and West coast, for Tony it's surely even later but he is (predictably) awake. And buzzed, because Father's Day was spent cracking into his father's best scotch, so even if he had been brooding earlier at least right now he's in a pretty damn good mood.
Especially when he gets Scott's text. Not that he needs to be buzzed for it, really; Tony smiles nowadays just with seeing Scott's name on his caller ID.]
I'm glad you guys liked them. And Paxton didn't bother trying the cake pops? I mean, I'm glad because that way you don't have to share with him, but who can resist cake pops??
How was the spaghetti?
I'm looking forward to seeing the spoils.
You do? Well, guess I'll have to send more notes your way, then.
Paxton is another level of douchebag. We don't talk about him. Except we do, because his shirt today was so embarrassing. Oh my God.
[ IMG ATTACHMENT: have an awkward family photo, tony! everyone's gathered at maggie and paxton's dinner table, and scott wins because he's at the head of it and cassie is on his lap. the newlywed couple stand to the side, and everyone but scott is smiling. that's mostly because scott is twisting his expression into an ugly-looking thing and looking like he's about to eat cassie's head. ]
You see that? So tacky. Who wears green with maroon stripes? Who?
And as you can see from all the clean plates, the spaghetti was AWESOME. Would've been more awesome if we could work on our Lady and the Tramp impression, but you know. I ain't picky.
[It's easy to make FRIDAY enhance the image and give him the hologram version that can give him every detail of the picture. For a moment Tony doesn't answer because he's just staring at the picture, a soft smile on his face, and no matter what his feelings are for this damned day...he's glad that Scott gets to have this. That he gets to do this with Cassie, that he's so happy with his kid.
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Wow. Yeah, that's a horrible shirt. Someone should do him a favor and just toss it.
She's becoming quite the chef, huh? Maybe she can teach me how to make spaghetti so I can make it for you and we can practice.
I'll ask my moth friends for help. Because, uh, my all-insect communicator plans are going a lot better than expected. And it'll blow your fucking socks off.
I'm sure she'd love to teach you, you big goob. But I'm not gonna lie--you probably won't be able to make your spaghetti even HALF as good. She cooks better than me, that peanut. Better than me! And I've been cooking since I could reach a stove! Even before that!
You can do that now? That's awesome. Hey, at least it'll give you a good chance to test it out. Send the moth friends over and see what damage they can do.
Oh I don't doubt that she's a great chef. I mean, she learned from you, and you're a great cook as well. It's in her blood.
When Cassie was old enough to get Father's Day I was already behind bars, so it--I mean, it's so different. So different.
And I told myself, "you know, it's not like you ever celebrated it growing up, so it's not that special a day". But holy shit Tony, the way Cassie looked when she saw me, her little arms around my neck, her soft body and her little kisses and her hair is so long now, so long, she needs a haircut soon
Oh my God I started crying the moment she said 'Happy Father's Day' and I didn't think I could get that sentimental about it. And she laughed and told me not to cry and that just made me cry more and do you think I'm getting old??? I'm so old
Okay, let's get one thing out of the way: you are not old. I'm older than you, so if you're old - well, you can probably see where I'm going with this.
And no, for all those reasons you mentioned, I'm not surprised you cried. You get to actually celebrate it with her, and she's a huge part of you and your life, and
God, Scott. I wasn't lying, I can see how much she means to you. It's like your whole expression just brightens at her name, and it's pretty damn cute, actually.
You're a good father, Scott. A really good father, and I'm really glad you got to celebrate with Cassie.
[He's teasing to help him smile, but it's not like it's a lie, anyway. Surprisingly enough, it's one of the many things that he really likes about him. Except right now he really wishes he could just be in San Francisco with him so that Scott wouldn't be crying alone, but that was the downside of having a long distance relationship.]
( scott does laugh, though, to tony's credit. he laughs and smiles and his eyes crinkle, even though there're tears rolling down his cheeks. )
You're a dick, you know that?
( but he obviously doesn't mean it. )
[ IMG ATTACHMENT: there're several other pictures now--most of them of cassie, like how she served up the spaghetti in her little apron, how she lovingly filled everyone's plates, how she tried to fit seven cake pops in her mouth until maggie tried to stop her from choking (as seen in the way she goes closer to the camera in the background). then there're pictures of cassie on paxton's shoulders, cassie giving her mum spaghetti sauce kisses, cassie reading tony's note and then showing it.
the pictures of scott are all candid and a little blurred, all of them taken by an excited eight year old. he makes stupid faces in all of them, save for the pictures where he's looking at a mug and a balloon and a card and a sweater and looks like he's about to cry again. there's one of him on paxton and maggie's lawn after a failed cartwheel. there's one of him with a flower crown on his head. then one of him and paxton with a flower crown each (which is the shakiest photo because cassie laughed so much).
a miracle from maggie is the photo of scott on the sofa in their home later in the evening, his pretty princess of a girl on his lap and asleep with her cheek on his chest and his arm around her. she'd snapped it while scott wasn't looking--and, well. he kept it. ]
[Like with the first picture that Scott had shared, Tony takes a moment to answer again. Anyone looking into his lab right now would probably be confused at all the hologram pictures hovering over his desk, but right now he doesn't even care about that. He's too busy admiring each and every single one of them, and his features soften when he gets to the last one. They both look so peaceful, and Scott looks so happy that it makes him happy.]
You're both beautiful, Scott. You got some really good pictures, it looks like you had a hell of a day.
That's not even a competition, babe. Besides, I don't think I would have held back on critiquing his shirt.
No problem. I wish I would have been there, too.
[Although it would have probably been a bad idea. Scott looks too happy, and Tony had been a brooding mess all day - really, it's probably better that he wasn't there even if he misses him.]
Nope, not busy. [Unless you count siting by his computer in the lab, sipping scotch. But he's not going to mention that part.] Besides, you know I'm never busy for you.
[Tony almost chokes on his drink when he reads the request. Technically he should probably refrain from speaking on the phone just in case he sounds a little too happy at this point in the night, but he does want to hear Scott's voice, too. So much, in fact, that once he swallows down his scotch he's already dialing his boyfriend's number.
And, the moment he answers, Tony's already smiling a little wider.]
Hey, babe. Is it still Sunday out there? Happy Father's Day, in case it is.
You're seven minutes late, but the sentiment's appreciated. ( scott laughs, and there's the sound of rustling sheets as he shifts to lie on his side. ) You pulled the 'babe' card early, huh.
[The sound of his laugh makes Tony's smile feel like it's cemented on his face, and he gets up from his chair at his desk so he can sit on the couch instead.] If you'd like, I can stop using it...
[He's teasing. Honestly, he's not sure he would, anyway. He'll probably find a new nickname down the line for him, but Scott is a beautiful man both inside and out. 'Babe' was just natural.]
Did Cassie end up sleeping over, or are you on your own tonight?
She has school tomorrow, so she's with her mum. Honestly, I don't think keeping her would be a good idea--I wouldn't let her leave my side to go. ( scott makes a very audible snorting noise. ) School is so dumb.
No, I'm kidding. I hope she becomes even smarter than me.
Anyway, I can't even say I'm on my own to begin with. ( biting his lip a moment, scott toys with the corner of his pillow case. ) Since you're here.
[Scott would never ship Cassie off to boarding school how Howard did with him when he was seven. The thought filters in before he can even realize what's happening, throwing him off for a moment, but Scott is speaking and that's what helps to ground him.
Laying down on the couch, he lets out a soft sigh under his breath.] Now I really wish I could be there with you. I miss you.
I could just...get in the jet and go over? I mean, it'll take me a few hours, but. There's that option, yeah?
[It's partly a joke, but there's a really good portion of himself that is absolutely serious about this. Laying in bed with Scott is suddenly all he wants.]
I wouldn't say no to that. [He smiles faintly.] I think I just need you, though.
I can leave right now and be there before sunrise. Well, way before sunrise there, I guess. It'd be sunrise here.
[Because he hasn't checked his watch, but Scott had said that he had missed father's day by seven minutes. Add three hours, and that meant it was three in the morning in New York, and shit, when did it get to be so late? It's barely really a serious thought, though; he's seriously considering just getting up so he can head to the airport.
First, though, he chuckles at Scott's words.] I'd like to do more than that, but we can start with you groping my arms.
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because he had to
This year is no exception, but before he can spend all day drinking and brooding, he makes sure Scott gets a delivery at his apartment. It's nothing crazy, just a box with some treats along with a pound of the expensive coffee Scott had liked the last time he visited. At the bottom of the box, a note in Tony's writing can be found:]
Scott,
Happy Father's Day - I hope you and Cassie are having a blast. I've seen how much that little girl means to you, and it's good to know that there are fathers in this world that care that much about their children.
I didn't make the cake pops, and I know you can probably make some better ones, but I hope you enjoy these.
- T
NOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD
The cake pops were DELICIOUS and Cassie loved them. Even Maggie loved them, and Maggie doesn't have much of a sweet tooth! Paxton didn't bother trying though but we've kind of established that he's kind of a dick.
Cassie made me spaghetti today.
I am going to show you all my Father's Day spoils as soon as I can. Because they're awesome. And in PLURAL. And I have to.
But oh man, Tony--
I love your handwriting.
SORRY NOT SORRY
Especially when he gets Scott's text. Not that he needs to be buzzed for it, really; Tony smiles nowadays just with seeing Scott's name on his caller ID.]
I'm glad you guys liked them. And Paxton didn't bother trying the cake pops? I mean, I'm glad because that way you don't have to share with him, but who can resist cake pops??
How was the spaghetti?
I'm looking forward to seeing the spoils.
You do? Well, guess I'll have to send more notes your way, then.
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[ IMG ATTACHMENT: have an awkward family photo, tony! everyone's gathered at maggie and paxton's dinner table, and scott wins because he's at the head of it and cassie is on his lap. the newlywed couple stand to the side, and everyone but scott is smiling. that's mostly because scott is twisting his expression into an ugly-looking thing and looking like he's about to eat cassie's head. ]
You see that? So tacky. Who wears green with maroon stripes? Who?
And as you can see from all the clean plates, the spaghetti was AWESOME. Would've been more awesome if we could work on our Lady and the Tramp impression, but you know. I ain't picky.
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Wow. Yeah, that's a horrible shirt. Someone should do him a favor and just toss it.
She's becoming quite the chef, huh? Maybe she can teach me how to make spaghetti so I can make it for you and we can practice.
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I'm sure she'd love to teach you, you big goob. But I'm not gonna lie--you probably won't be able to make your spaghetti even HALF as good. She cooks better than me, that peanut. Better than me! And I've been cooking since I could reach a stove! Even before that!
Also this is a little embarrassing but
I cried today. Can you believe that?
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Oh I don't doubt that she's a great chef. I mean, she learned from you, and you're a great cook as well. It's in her blood.
Good kind of cry, right?
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When Cassie was old enough to get Father's Day I was already behind bars, so it--I mean, it's so different. So different.
And I told myself, "you know, it's not like you ever celebrated it growing up, so it's not that special a day". But holy shit Tony, the way Cassie looked when she saw me, her little arms around my neck, her soft body and her little kisses and her hair is so long now, so long, she needs a haircut soon
Oh my God I started crying the moment she said 'Happy Father's Day' and I didn't think I could get that sentimental about it. And she laughed and told me not to cry and that just made me cry more and do you think I'm getting old??? I'm so old
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And no, for all those reasons you mentioned, I'm not surprised you cried. You get to actually celebrate it with her, and she's a huge part of you and your life, and
God, Scott. I wasn't lying, I can see how much she means to you. It's like your whole expression just brightens at her name, and it's pretty damn cute, actually.
You're a good father, Scott. A really good father, and I'm really glad you got to celebrate with Cassie.
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Man I just
I love her so much. So much. So much it's crazy. And like
Oh jeez I think I'm crying again
I have more pictures? You wanna see?
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[He's teasing to help him smile, but it's not like it's a lie, anyway. Surprisingly enough, it's one of the many things that he really likes about him. Except right now he really wishes he could just be in San Francisco with him so that Scott wouldn't be crying alone, but that was the downside of having a long distance relationship.]
Yeah, I'd love to see more pictures.
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You're a dick, you know that?
( but he obviously doesn't mean it. )
[ IMG ATTACHMENT: there're several other pictures now--most of them of cassie, like how she served up the spaghetti in her little apron, how she lovingly filled everyone's plates, how she tried to fit seven cake pops in her mouth until maggie tried to stop her from choking (as seen in the way she goes closer to the camera in the background). then there're pictures of cassie on paxton's shoulders, cassie giving her mum spaghetti sauce kisses, cassie reading tony's note and then showing it.
the pictures of scott are all candid and a little blurred, all of them taken by an excited eight year old. he makes stupid faces in all of them, save for the pictures where he's looking at a mug and a balloon and a card and a sweater and looks like he's about to cry again. there's one of him on paxton and maggie's lawn after a failed cartwheel. there's one of him with a flower crown on his head. then one of him and paxton with a flower crown each (which is the shakiest photo because cassie laughed so much).
a miracle from maggie is the photo of scott on the sofa in their home later in the evening, his pretty princess of a girl on his lap and asleep with her cheek on his chest and his arm around her. she'd snapped it while scott wasn't looking--and, well. he kept it. ]
She's beautiful, isn't she?
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[Like with the first picture that Scott had shared, Tony takes a moment to answer again. Anyone looking into his lab right now would probably be confused at all the hologram pictures hovering over his desk, but right now he doesn't even care about that. He's too busy admiring each and every single one of them, and his features soften when he gets to the last one. They both look so peaceful, and Scott looks so happy that it makes him happy.]
You're both beautiful, Scott. You got some really good pictures, it looks like you had a hell of a day.
TONY WHYYYY
But your gift... thanks for being a part of my day too, Tony.
( that's half a joke, but scott's smiling at his phone all the same. it was a good day, and he'll be riding that high for a long, long while. )
Hey, you busy?
that's what you get for killing me with cassie and scott cuteness ok
No problem. I wish I would have been there, too.
[Although it would have probably been a bad idea. Scott looks too happy, and Tony had been a brooding mess all day - really, it's probably better that he wasn't there even if he misses him.]
Nope, not busy. [Unless you count siting by his computer in the lab, sipping scotch. But he's not going to mention that part.] Besides, you know I'm never busy for you.
YOU STARTED IT
Call me maybe?
I know you're gonna end up calling me "babe" but I wanna hear you.
WELL NOW SCOTT IS KILLING ME SO WE'RE EVEN??
And, the moment he answers, Tony's already smiling a little wider.]
Hey, babe. Is it still Sunday out there? Happy Father's Day, in case it is.
HES INNOCENT WTF HE HASNT DONE ANYTHING WRONG
I don't think I'll ever get used to the pet name.
NO BUT HE'S A PRECIOUS BABE (hehehe)
[He's teasing. Honestly, he's not sure he would, anyway. He'll probably find a new nickname down the line for him, but Scott is a beautiful man both inside and out. 'Babe' was just natural.]
Did Cassie end up sleeping over, or are you on your own tonight?
now i have to fight you
No, I'm kidding. I hope she becomes even smarter than me.
Anyway, I can't even say I'm on my own to begin with. ( biting his lip a moment, scott toys with the corner of his pillow case. ) Since you're here.
In my ear and in voice form, but. Still here.
:(
[Scott would never ship Cassie off to boarding school how Howard did with him when he was seven. The thought filters in before he can even realize what's happening, throwing him off for a moment, but Scott is speaking and that's what helps to ground him.
Laying down on the couch, he lets out a soft sigh under his breath.] Now I really wish I could be there with you. I miss you.
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( sometimes scott has to wonder why they had to be quite literally on the furthest sides from each other. but he doesn't dwell too long on it. )
You sound like you need a good spooning.
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[It's partly a joke, but there's a really good portion of himself that is absolutely serious about this. Laying in bed with Scott is suddenly all he wants.]
I wouldn't say no to that. [He smiles faintly.] I think I just need you, though.
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But yeah... yeah, come here? And tell me when?
I wanna grope your arms in person.
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I can leave right now and be there before sunrise. Well, way before sunrise there, I guess. It'd be sunrise here.
[Because he hasn't checked his watch, but Scott had said that he had missed father's day by seven minutes. Add three hours, and that meant it was three in the morning in New York, and shit, when did it get to be so late? It's barely really a serious thought, though; he's seriously considering just getting up so he can head to the airport.
First, though, he chuckles at Scott's words.] I'd like to do more than that, but we can start with you groping my arms.
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OMG WHEN DID YOU ADD COLLIDE TO THE TONYSCOTT PLAYLIST LSKDFJLSHDF
Yesterday!! It popped up on my playlist and made me think of them ;____;
i went to the playlist and opened it to tag and it played and i wept for humanity MY HEART??
surpriiiiise! I'm jamming to that playlist this morning because these lovable dorks are my life rn
they're always my life i can't believe how weak i've become to them lds;fsh
SAME ;-;
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