( 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.
It's working. ( scott laughs, flustered now but not any less happy. if anyone told him he'd find happiness with tony stark only a few months prior he would've laughed, but now he can't even imagine happiness without him. ) God, it's always working, Tony.
( softly, he adds, ) I'm proud of you. You know, for getting the pancakes thing right. And not killing Colonel Rhodes.
[Tony finds himself just smiling to himself at the sound of Scott's laugh, as if memorizing that sound because he can't get enough of it. His own voice is soft as he answers.] Good. I'm glad it's working.
[It's his turn to laugh under his breath when Scott compliments him on his pancakes and not killing Rhodey.] Thank you. I had a good teacher. I'm pretty sure Rhodey was pretty thankful for you, too, when he realized I made some edible food instead of my usual.
Ah. [He bites his bottom lip for a moment and gets up so he can start typing some commands on the screen so that FRIDAY can get the jet ready to go. He'd stay sitting down and just focus on Scott, but he just really wants to be in California right now.] You'll have them in your mouth soon enough. [His voice was quiet again, but more sly than anything else.] That, and whatever else you want.
Damn it-- ( scott goes 'pffft', his head ducking towards his chin and his shoulders shaking with mirth. ) Damn it! Ah, I can't even get mad at you for that! I walked right into it. ( he laughs again, and now he's turning to lie on his back, spread eagle as he stares at the ceiling and listens to tony do anything. ) I walked right into it.
I'm going to not delve into impure things right now, not when I'm trying to think of the sweetness of you in my kitchen making me day-late Father's Day pancakes. ( he pauses, taking in a deep breath. ) ... in an apron.
Nope. No, I'm not going to think of anything more than the fact that you're romantic when you want to be and I love it. Stop that.
[And Tony laughs, an honest to God laugh that sounds all too natural. Which shouldn't seem like a big deal - and, really, around Scott they're not hard to come by. But, considering his mood all of Sunday, his throat even feels odd when the laughter rumbles out of him.] You did, actually. You left that one right open.
Wait, an apron? Who said anything about an apron?
[That part would need to be negotiable. It wasn't for any gender thing - it's more of a fashion thing. Because leave it to Tony Stark to want to be stylish even while cooking. Sitting back at his computer, the soft sound of his typing could be heard in the background as he informed FRIDAY to warm up the jet.]
But yeah, pancakes. And we can do whatever you want the rest of the day. We can go somewhere, or just hang out at your place. I don't have to be here until... [He hums a little under his breath as his calendar pops up, and he shuffles a few things around before speaking again.] Wednesday morning, so I'll be there for a couple of days.
Well, if you don't like my selection of aprons at home, that's what we're going to go shopping for. For you.
( scott's only half-teasing, but already his mind races with the thought of having tony for days. not that their visits don't always last days, but it always makes his head swim. he always feels so spoiled, so stupid. even when they're at the compound and working he still feels spoiled and stupid.
there's something about being near someone. scott can't put it to words. )
And I still have to show off some of my new tech. ( he chews on his lip. ) And some blueprints for something I plan on building after making a trip to the junkyard.
I don't think I'm quite there just yet for an apron, actually. [It's said seriously, but the smirk that's growing on his lips is probably audible, anyway.] I'm barely starting to cook. It'd be a lot of pressure to get my own apron already.
[Once FRIDAY has been tasked with working on the jet, Tony sends Rhodey a message that he'll be gone for a few days before he stands so he can grab a few things from his makeshift closet that he keeps in the lab.] Sounds good. Why the junkyard, though? I may have the parts you're looking for, that way it'll save you the trip.
( scott knew tony'd mention helping, and it's so predictable it makes him smile even wider. and he thinks to himself: shit, i'm so whipped to this guy. )
You know, the thing is I'm pretty sure you have the parts I'm looking for. ( he laughs, and if there's a way to sound self-deprecating on the phone speaking of building things, then scott's mastered it. ) But I'm trying to see how far I can get on my own--average guy, no steady income, talks to ants. Like, can I still do this stuff? Do I still have the talent?
Besides, I'm going to be abusing your resources for Optimus. ( snorts ) Remember?
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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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( softly, he adds, ) I'm proud of you. You know, for getting the pancakes thing right. And not killing Colonel Rhodes.
I can't wait to have them in my mouth.
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[It's his turn to laugh under his breath when Scott compliments him on his pancakes and not killing Rhodey.] Thank you. I had a good teacher. I'm pretty sure Rhodey was pretty thankful for you, too, when he realized I made some edible food instead of my usual.
Ah. [He bites his bottom lip for a moment and gets up so he can start typing some commands on the screen so that FRIDAY can get the jet ready to go. He'd stay sitting down and just focus on Scott, but he just really wants to be in California right now.] You'll have them in your mouth soon enough. [His voice was quiet again, but more sly than anything else.] That, and whatever else you want.
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I'm going to not delve into impure things right now, not when I'm trying to think of the sweetness of you in my kitchen making me day-late Father's Day pancakes. ( he pauses, taking in a deep breath. ) ... in an apron.
Nope. No, I'm not going to think of anything more than the fact that you're romantic when you want to be and I love it. Stop that.
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Wait, an apron? Who said anything about an apron?
[That part would need to be negotiable. It wasn't for any gender thing - it's more of a fashion thing. Because leave it to Tony Stark to want to be stylish even while cooking. Sitting back at his computer, the soft sound of his typing could be heard in the background as he informed FRIDAY to warm up the jet.]
But yeah, pancakes. And we can do whatever you want the rest of the day. We can go somewhere, or just hang out at your place. I don't have to be here until... [He hums a little under his breath as his calendar pops up, and he shuffles a few things around before speaking again.] Wednesday morning, so I'll be there for a couple of days.
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( scott's only half-teasing, but already his mind races with the thought of having tony for days. not that their visits don't always last days, but it always makes his head swim. he always feels so spoiled, so stupid. even when they're at the compound and working he still feels spoiled and stupid.
there's something about being near someone. scott can't put it to words. )
And I still have to show off some of my new tech. ( he chews on his lip. ) And some blueprints for something I plan on building after making a trip to the junkyard.
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[Once FRIDAY has been tasked with working on the jet, Tony sends Rhodey a message that he'll be gone for a few days before he stands so he can grab a few things from his makeshift closet that he keeps in the lab.] Sounds good. Why the junkyard, though? I may have the parts you're looking for, that way it'll save you the trip.
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You know, the thing is I'm pretty sure you have the parts I'm looking for. ( he laughs, and if there's a way to sound self-deprecating on the phone speaking of building things, then scott's mastered it. ) But I'm trying to see how far I can get on my own--average guy, no steady income, talks to ants. Like, can I still do this stuff? Do I still have the talent?
Besides, I'm going to be abusing your resources for Optimus. ( snorts ) Remember?
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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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