[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.
I like starting small, so groping first. ( scott considers getting up out of bed, but decides he'll start preparing for tony coming over when the call ends. he doesn't want to focus on anyone--anything--else but him right now. ) You're illegally hot, jerk.
( he loves when tony laughs. )
I'll come pick you up. Luis gave me the van 'cause of the whole Father's Day thing, so I still have it with me. ( scott's voice is soft, affectionate. it's just that time of night. ) Then we'll sleep together. How's that for a grand plan?
[Tony chuckles, and if he sounds a little smug it's because he is.] Illegally hot, huh? I like it.
[That van. Anyone that could witness Tony getting into Luis' van would probably wonder if Tony was high, considering that wasn't the type of vehicle that he would ever be seen in. But by now it has become part of the home that is being built with Scott, all those familiar pieces that make his heart ache with longing right now, and he finds himself looking forward to being in it again.
It'll be so good to see him. He'll shower and change in the plane to try and hide all the scotch in his system, and maybe he should worry that he won't be able to get rid of the evidence completely, but he misses Scott way too much to even think about it. He just wants to be laying in bed with the man that is making him feel lighter than he has felt since the last time he was with him.]
I like the plan. And when we wake up, I'll make you some pancakes. I get to spoil you a little too, right?
Shit, you're going to cook for me? ( scott can't even hide the amusement there, laughter sounding just beneath the surface of his words. he smiles as he buries half his face in his pillow, his chest going tight with more of that god damn irresistible emotion.
he feels practically ruined today: he spent all day with cassie, with maggie (still his best friend, even after the divorce), paxton had been remarkably awesome... and now tony's going to make him pancakes.
tony who's doing that flying-across-the-country thing again, but scott can't even think of saying no to him. )
'Spoil me' my ass. This feels like a ploy to get me to fall even harder for you.
I made pancakes for Rhodey the other day and they ended up...you know, not so bad. I need to show off to you, too.
[He smiles at Scott's question, and sits up slowly. The room feels a little out of focus after he does so - blood rush, ugh - but he doesn't stop smiling. Because in a few hours he's going to see Scott smiling up close, he's going to have him in his arms, and Tony suddenly wishes he could figure out how to teleport to San Francisco. Not for the technology advancement, exactly, but just so he can see Scott sooner rather than later.]
If it was a ploy, is it working? Inquiring minds want to know.
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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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( he loves when tony laughs. )
I'll come pick you up. Luis gave me the van 'cause of the whole Father's Day thing, so I still have it with me. ( scott's voice is soft, affectionate. it's just that time of night. ) Then we'll sleep together. How's that for a grand plan?
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[That van. Anyone that could witness Tony getting into Luis' van would probably wonder if Tony was high, considering that wasn't the type of vehicle that he would ever be seen in. But by now it has become part of the home that is being built with Scott, all those familiar pieces that make his heart ache with longing right now, and he finds himself looking forward to being in it again.
It'll be so good to see him. He'll shower and change in the plane to try and hide all the scotch in his system, and maybe he should worry that he won't be able to get rid of the evidence completely, but he misses Scott way too much to even think about it. He just wants to be laying in bed with the man that is making him feel lighter than he has felt since the last time he was with him.]
I like the plan. And when we wake up, I'll make you some pancakes. I get to spoil you a little too, right?
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he feels practically ruined today: he spent all day with cassie, with maggie (still his best friend, even after the divorce), paxton had been remarkably awesome... and now tony's going to make him pancakes.
tony who's doing that flying-across-the-country thing again, but scott can't even think of saying no to him. )
'Spoil me' my ass. This feels like a ploy to get me to fall even harder for you.
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[He smiles at Scott's question, and sits up slowly. The room feels a little out of focus after he does so - blood rush, ugh - but he doesn't stop smiling. Because in a few hours he's going to see Scott smiling up close, he's going to have him in his arms, and Tony suddenly wishes he could figure out how to teleport to San Francisco. Not for the technology advancement, exactly, but just so he can see Scott sooner rather than later.]
If it was a ploy, is it working? Inquiring minds want to know.
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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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