#he got tired of chalk-ing people

[churi0505]

aven with bespoke ratio

[karenninaaa]

Iron Dad Bingo #1

AN: wheew! glad to finally cross out something after staring on that bingo card for days! i love this au so much so i took the liberty to play with this idea. also i love tony stark interacting with kids! there would probably be a lot of plot holes and inconsistencies but whatever.

Unbeta-ed Chapter.

enjoy!

Summary: In which, instead of Mr. Harrington, Mr. Stark was the head of the Decathlon team at Midtown Tech. 

(alternate events of Spider-Man Homecoming and Tony never recruited Spider-Man for Civil war. Though CW still happened (lets just fit everything within the timeline :D)) 

For Irondad Bingo:  Au: Teacher and Student

--

Chalk and Rebel

Peter could feel Mr. Stark’s piercing gaze at him. The science teacher and the head of the school’s Academic Decathlon Team remained quiet when Peter had broken out the news to his teacher that he couldn’t go to Washington for the Decathlon competition. He was sitting adjacent to Peter and arms crossed on his chest.

“Can’t you take one weekend off?” Finally, Mr. Stark asked sitting up straight. This time, he settled his one elbow on the desk. “It’s nationals. We’ve been preparing for this for weeks.”

“I-I’m sorry. I really can’t, Oscorp internship is really strict and-”

“If you were interning for Stark Industries, things like this wouldn’t be a problem.” Mr. Stark said shaking his head.

“W-wait, what’s happening?” Cindy, one of their decathlon teammates, asked. She was sitting behind the desk on the stage.

“Parker is not going to Washington because apparently, the internship was more important to him,” Flash said who was sitting at the far behind with his feet propped on a chair. He was holding their reviewer booklet.

“Flash,” Mr. Stark called in warning not bothering to look at him.

“You can’t really go, Pete?” Abraham asked who was sitting next to Cindy.

“Really? Right before the Nationals?” Liz was standing behind a podium. Dismay was evident in her voice.

“He already quit the marching band and robotics club.” Michelle piped in from the corner of the stage. All heads turned in her direction.

“I’m not obsessed with him, just very observant.” Michelle defended.

“Flash, you’re in for Peter.” Liz glanced back at Flash.

“Oh, I don’t know, I have to check my calendar first. I’ve got a hot date with Black Widow coming up.” Flash answered looking down at his booklet.

Abraham rang his doorbell. “That is false, right Mr. Stark?”

“I’m not quite sure about that, I haven’t seen Widow in a while and why did I tell you about abusing of the bell?” Mr. Stark said then turned to Peter. He relented. “Fine, you may not go but it would be such a shame that you wouldn’t be with us. This kind of competition just happened once in a while you know.”

Peter’s eyes wandered on the stage where his best friend sat. Ned Leeds was looking back at him. Ned was the only one who knew the real reason why Peter couldn’t go to the competition.

Three days ago, Spider-Man discovered a group of robbers stealing in a bank one night. They were using weirdly looking and enhanced weapons. Unfortunately, they got away after Spider-Man chose to save Mr. Delmar’s bodega that had been hit by the said tech. However, they might have gotten away but a piece of tech fell out from that weapon. Ned was holding that tech for safekeeping since his best friend was the only person who knew his gig as Spider-Man. And now, Peter was going to use the weekend to track down those robbers. The whole Oscorp internship was obviously a lie because he quit the internship months ago when he had gotten so busy being Spider-Man.

Peter felt bad for lying to Mr. Stark. After all, Mr. Stark was the coolest teacher he ever had. He remembered freezing in his seat when Mr. Stark casually strolled into the classroom and introduced himself as their new science teacher. He remembered feeling giddy, because the person he had been idolizing his entire life, was standing in front of him and whom he could now see every day.

--

“Can’t you just ask Mr. Stark about the glowy thing? Maybe he can help you out or something?” Ned whispered to Peter as they walked through the hallway full of students milling around.

“I just couldn’t bother him with that,” Peter glanced at Ned. “He’s probably so busy being a teacher, Iron Man, and an Avenger.”

“It’s just that, he’s always feet away from you most of the time. He’s got a lot of resources. You could probably ask him for tips about this whole superhero-ing.”

“But, I got you,” Peter smiled at him. “My guy in the chair?”

“Oh stop that,” Ned waved his hand at him in dismissal, though he was visibly pleased with the title.

“See you later okay? Same time?” Peter said.

“Fine and bring some chips on your way to my house later,” Ned replied.

“You got it.”

--

In all honesty, Peter had a lot of questions.Often times, he would find himself faltering on his way out of the classroom as everybody had dispersed out and he was the only one remaining standing next to the desk. There was one time when Tony Stark was erasing the writings on the whiteboard and Peter was dumbly standing there. He should be leaving but the things that he wanted to ask Mr. Stark left him rooted to his spot, things that he didn’t know how to voice out loud. Tony turned around and paused when he saw Peter was still there.

“Mr. Parker.” Tony put down the eraser on the table. “Is there something wrong? Or do you have questions about our earlier lesson?”

How do you deal with bad guys and still looked cooler?

Where are you getting that huge amount of courage when facing life-threatening situations? Cause I still get scared most of the time.

How do you deal with failure when things had gone wrong in a mission? Have you ever failed? Cause you looked like someone who did things in perfection.

How to be a great superhero like you?

“N-nothing, Mr. Stark, t-the lesson was great, I learned a lot today.”

“Well, that was the goal.” Tony sat on the edge of the table crossing his arms. “And because of that, I expect you to be ready for our quiz tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

Tony nodded. Peter was about to walk away when he paused once again. Instead of asking the questions that had been swimming in his head, he asked a different one.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you suddenly become a teacher?”

“I need a change of pace.” That was all his teacher had said. He glanced at the window. Rays of sunlight were seeping through the window making Tony’s brown eyes appeared to be lighter. For one second, Peter could see his teacher’s tired and worn out eyes. There seemed to be more wrinkles on the side of his eyes. He looked sad and resigned. Another question popped in Peter’s head, a question that would probably stay unanswered.

--

“I told you they’re gonna come back!” Spider-Man was swinging through the buildings chasing a gray truck zigzagging on the street.

“Yep, but the cops are moving too slow. Your bad guys are quick and smart. Are you closing in on them?” He heard Ned answered through the Bluetooth earpiece under his mask. His phone was on the pocket of his red hoodie, his improvised costume. Well, not everyone was as reach as Tony Stark to make cool superhero outfit. Meanwhile, Ned had a walkie-talkie that was intercepting the signals of other walkie-talkies used by the cops. That was how they were able to get some news from NYPD.

“I am!” Another web shot out from his webshooter. It hit the wall of a building nearby. Spider-Man made a great swing like a pendulum and landed on the rooftop. He ran and used his web to leap off another building. “And I would never let them get away. They were our only shot on knowing the source of their weapons.”

Spider-Man had been chasing the same robbers who were using enhanced weapons. They successfully robbed another bank. They immediately fled before Spider-Man could even reach the scene. When he was sure that no one got harmed on the scene, he switched to plan B and the chase was on.

As Ned had predicted, the robbers lost the cops. Spider-Man continued to tail them until they reached an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the borough. The truck went into the warehouse as he quietly sneaked in by crawling on the wall. The robbers, seven in total, climbed down the car whooping in joy because of their successful heist.

Spider-Man crawled in closer to them but not close enough that he would be noticed.

“This is awesome!” Robber no.1 guffawed. “I can’t believe those idiot cops fell for our bait.”

“But of course,” Robber no. 2 piped in. “This wouldn’t be possible without our babies.” He patted affectionately the weapon he was holding. It looked like a shotgun but bulkier and instead of bullets, it was shooting off a laser beam that could cut through almost anything. Spider-Man had witnessed how it worked earlier.

Another roar of laughter echoed among them.

“Hey, have you heard that boss is going to Maryland for another heist?” Robber no.3 said to Robber no.4.

“Is that at Crain Highway? I’ve heard some of them talking about it.” Robber no. 4 said. “It would be fun if we could join that heist. It is going to be one of our biggest heists so far!”

“Maryland huh?” Spider-Man mused as he crouched on the steel frame of the ceiling looking down at the robbers.

“That was too far,” Ned said.

“But not too far from Washington,” Peter supplied.

“I think I know what you’re thinking,” Ned replied.

“Yep, we can’t let these bad guys pulled off another heist,” Peter said. “But first off, let’s web these people up.”

And so Spider-Man leaped in action.

Soon, patrol cars surrounded the warehouse. The cops had found the robbers webbed up in different areas of the warehouse. Another cop had found a letter from Spider-Man webbed on the wall, letting them know that they were the robbers from the earlier heist.

--

Peter jogged towards the bus that was parked on the school grounds. Their bus wasn’t your ordinary yellow school bus. It was a private air-conditioned bus owned by Tony Stark. Once Tony had a full look of the bus they’re going to use for their future out of town decathlon competitions, it only took three seconds for him to decide to replace the school’s old and cranky bus with a luxury one, with built-in speakers and fully automated system run by Tony’s very own AI, Friday. His decathlon teammates were lounging next to the bus with their luggage.

Tony Stark climbed down the bus clapping his hands and calling the attention of the students. “Alright guys, it’s time-”

“Hey, it’s Peter!” Abraham cut in and pointed at Peter. Everyone looked in his direction

Tony Stark turned and saw Peter approaching them. He smiled at the teen.

“I-I was hoping I could rejoin to the team. . .” Peter said.

Flash walked up to him. “No way! You can’t just quit on us and strolled up and be welcome back.”

“Actually, he can,” Tony butted in. He patted Peter’s shoulder. “Welcome back, Pete and Flash you’re back on being the first alternate. Come on guys, let’s all get into the bus.”

When they reached their destination, the group walked through the lobby of the hotel where they would stay for the night.

“Wow, this place is huge!” Charles marveled looking around.

“Kids, stick together,” Tony instructed as he talked to the facilitators of the event sitting behind the desk.

Soon, Tony gave them their keys to their designated room. Ned and Peter were roommates and retreated to their room. Later that night, Peter suited up. He wore another hood and jeans to hide his suit.

“Just ring me up if something happens,” Ned said who was sitting on the bed. “Be careful.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I’ll do my best to be back before the competition starts.” Then he headed out of the room. “Keep the glowy thing safe. That would be our evidence.”

Ned nodded picking up the purple glowing stone on the table.

Peter closed the door behind. He sneaked through the quiet and dimly lit hallway. He made another turn around the corner. “Shit!” He cursed under his breath. He backtracked immediately and hid behind the wall.

Peter slowly poked his head from his hiding spot. Tony Stark was walking towards his direction. Thankfully, Tony hadn’t seen Peter yet since he was looking down on the phone on his hand. Peter leaned back on the wall and took a deep breath. He looked at the railing on his left. He took a few steps back. Then he ran straight to the railing and jumped off. Web shot out and stuck on the railing. Gravity took over. Peter twisted around and swung towards the floor below. He safely landed on the ground.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark paused and looked up. He blinked on the empty hallway.

--

Peter hitched a ride on a car carrier truck towards his destination. At first, he thought that he had gotten lost along the way. He reached his destination and jumped off the truck a while back and was walking along the darkened road. He stopped at a gas station and crawled towards the roof of an abandoned bodega.

Peter looked around and muttered. “Is this really the place or the Google maps is wrong?”

It was then that three trucks came lined up together. Suddenly out of the sky, something with huge wings came down. Thanks to Peter’s enhanced senses, despite the darkness of the area, he easily figured out that it was a human with mechanical wings harnessed to him.

“Oh, that’s the boss!” Peter straightened up, more alert.

Big Bird anchored himself to the truck that was on the rear. He dropped down and disappeared inside the truck leaving his wings strapped to the roof of it. Peter swung towards the truck to investigate.

He also dropped on the roof and looked closely. The roof had gotten a rectangular hole thanks to the small stones placed on 4 corners.

“Woah cool, this looked like some kind of a matter phase shifter!” Peter said in quiet awe.

When the masked man emerged from the hole, he dropped the bag on the roof to retrieve the stones. That was Peter’s opportunity to web up the bag pulling it towards him.

“Hey, Big bird this doesn’t belong to you!” Spider-Man quipped.

Big bird turned to him with green glowing eyes. He growled at Spider-Man.

“Oh, god,” Spider-Man said, a bit startled by his eyes.

Big bird attached himself to his wings, retracting his strap anchors. He flew towards Spider-Man. Spider-Man ducked down and stepped back. He shot Big Bird with his web but the latter dodged it. He charged at Spider-Man again, taking the bag from him with his feet claws. There was a tug-of-war between them as no one wanted to let go of the bag. Then, Big Bird kicked the bag and letting it go. Spider-Man toppled backward and into the hole. He fell with a thud inside the truck. He immediately stood up and was about to jump off the hole again but ended up banging his head unto the concrete metal roof.

Spider-Man blacked out.

--

Ned Leeds was already dressed and pacing back and forth in his room. It was already morning and Peter was not yet back. He tried calling him but Peter wasn’t answering the phone. He was worried about Peter’s status and also about what alibi he was going to tell the team, especially to Mr. Stark about why Peter was missing.

“Ned? Peter?” Liz knocked on their door. “Come on guys, we’re gonna be late!”

“Y-yeah! Coming,” Ned stuttered. He quickly grabbed his bag and the glowy thing on the bed and headed out.

--

Peter woke up with a dull pain on his head. He guessed that he had a mild concussion from hitting his head earlier.

“Ugh, my head?” He groaned and observed his surroundings. He was surrounded by metal cages containing junk techs. “Wait, where am I?” The gears on his brain started to turn. “Wait, they must have hijacked the truck and had taken it to their evil lair.”

“I must find a way out of this one.” He briefly stared on the wall ahead. He squared his shoulder and ran straight to the wall. With his superhuman strength, the wall broke. Spider-Man rolled on the ground. He stood up in a fighting stance.

Spider-Man blinked. The place didn’t look like an evil lair. It looked like a huge storage warehouse with rows and stacks of huge container boxes in it.

“W-where am I?” He turned around to get some clue as to where he was. He paused. On the wall, there was a huge DODC-VO5 written.

“DODC?” He muttered. Then it dawned on him. “Oh come on, you’ve got to be kidding me. Am I in a Department of Damage Control facility now?”

--

Tony Stark gathered his student in the backstage. Any second from now, his students would be called to be on stage and the competition would start.

“So, guys,” Tony said to them. “No pressure, alright? Just enjoy the competition.”

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Abraham said. “If we win this one, pizza is on you, yeah?”

“Sure,” Tony said without missing a beat. “We’re gonna have a celebration party if you win.”

That seemed to boost up the team’s morale as they cheered upon hearing the news. He looked at everyone and noticed something.

“Ned,” He called a certain teen. The teen was hiding behind Charles and was quiet the whole time.

“Y-yeah, Mr. Stark?” Ned answered peeking from Charles’ back.

“Where is Peter Parker? You two are roommates.” Tony asked.

All the team’s attention was now on Ned who was fidgeting with his yellow coat.

“I-I don’t know, Mr. Stark. . .” Ned answered.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Tony frowned.

“He sneaked out last night, said that he was going to study in the business center and he didn’t come back.”

“And you’re just telling me this now?!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. . .”

“The next team that will participate in this year’s Decathlon competition is from Midtown School of Science and Technology!” They could hear the emcee speaking from the stage.

The team was quiet and seemingly didn’t know what to do about their teammate’s sudden absence.

“Flash, you’re up on Peter’s place.” Tony finally decided.

Flash punched the air in delight.

“Come on guys, Go on stage.” Tony forced an encouraging smile on them. “Go kick some butts!”

He continued to smile at them as the team disappeared on the stage. That was when Tony’s smile slipped off. Peter Parker was many things. He was hella smart for his age that sometimes, Tony couldn’t help but to remember his youth when he was Peter’s age. He was aware that the kid had potentials, potentials that could take him anywhere he wanted. Yet, it was the same potentials that were giving Tony Stark an incoming headache.

--

Peter’s first thought when he reached the 246th sequence trial on overriding the time lock of the storage vault was, he wouldn’t make it to the Decathlon competition. He still didn’t know how he would explain it to Mr. Stark and not get into any trouble. He tried calling Ned earlier but a secured facility like this; he should have known that the signals would be jammed. Though, getting in trouble with his teacher was for later problems to brood over, when there was an even bigger problem before him. He just couldn’t wait for the vault to open up later or for who knows how long, so he took it in his own hands to find a solution.

Somehow, he managed to find a way to navigate through the wirings of the time lock. He used his scientific calculator and wired it to the circuit to control the system. He needed some sort of password to open up the vault so far, he was on 246th combination of the code and probably counting.

“Right, here’s 247th trial. . .” He punched in the codes on the calculator.

To his surprise, the door slid up and opened.

“Oh my god! It worked!”

--

The Midtown tech team cheered as they exited the auditorium hall. They won the national, thanks to their group effort, especially to Michelle Jones who gave the answer on the Sudden Death Round. The group was taking pictures when Ned checked the phone that was given back to him after the competition. There were 5 missed calls from Peter. Then his phone rang. Peter was calling.

“Peter!” Ned hissed walking away from the group. Unknown to him, Tony Stark was looking at him.

“Where were you?” Ned continued when he reached an empty and short hallway. “You completely missed the decathlon, we won! We’re still here at the building.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I got locked up at the Damage Control facility-”

“What?”

“Yeah, long story, I’m just gonna tell you afterward. I’m on my way back there. How’s the glowy thing?

“It’s safe, it’s in my pocket-”

“Hey,” A voice came from behind Ned.

Ned turned around putting down his phone. There were two unknown guys standing before him. They were tall and bulkier and had a menacing look on their faces. And when Ned looked down, he could see a gun peeking out underneath the jacket of one of them. Though, Ned was sure that both were armed. How did they get in despite the security, he didn’t know.

“Ned?” Peter was still on the line. Ned dropped the phone on the ground.

“Where’s the gem?” The guy with long hair and cap asked stepping forward.

“W-what gem?” Ned stepped back.

Long hair dude raised a small rectangular machine. There was a red and blue light on it and it was beeping. “This thing is reading high energy signatures from you. You have the gem.”

It must be the glowy thing, they were after. Ned thought. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ned continued to step back.

“Alright, you die or you’re gonna give us the gem.” The other man, the bald man, fished out his gun and pointed it at Ned.

Ned was frozen in his spot in fear.

“Hey!”

Suddenly, there was a deafening shockwave that momentarily paralyzed the two men, even Ned. Then there was a blinding light. Ned got yanked away by someone, away from the men.

When Ned returned to his senses, he looked up and saw Tony Stark was dragging him away.

“M-Mr. Stark!”

“Who are they and why they were after you?”

Before Ned could answer, gunshots echoed. Tony and Ned ducked down. People around them started to scream in panic and ran away.

“Shit.” Tony pushed Ned into the corner, into the safety. “Stay there!”

Tony stood up and tapped his chest twice. Blue light glowed in his chest as the detachable arc reactor underneath his shirt activated. Nanites seeped through the fabric and spread around his body. His nanite mask covered his face, eyes glowing blue.

“Fuck, that was Iron Man!”

“Hell yes, that was me.” Tony flew towards them, his hand repulsor aimed at them. However, to his surprise, the bad guy whipped up his weapon and shot off a purple laser beam. Tony raised both his arms shooting off a similar laser beam. Two laser beams collided. When the energy of collision was too much, it exploded throwing both parties away. Though, Iron Man immediately regained his stance. There was thick smoke everywhere. The fire alarm was blaring. His students were still there and could be in danger. A lot of civilians could get hurt

So Iron Man flew straight to the smoke, using the smoke as a cover. He knocked down the weapon from the bad guy’s hand. Then he grabbed hold of the two of them and went straight to the nearby window. The glass shattered as Iron Man flew out of the window. He dropped the bad men unto the lawn and aimed his repulsor at them again. The two men remained laying on the ground as Iron Man hovered over them.

“So, why you guys are after a kid?”

Friday was doing a facial scan on them but none of them were on FBI’s wanted list, which confused Tony even more.

They remained quiet even though, fright was evident on their faces.

“Oh, so we’re playing bad cop and good cop here? I don’t have all day.” Iron Man fired his repulsor above their heads.

“W-we’re after the gem! The kid has it!” The bald man replied hastily, shaking in fear. “Please don’t kill us!”

“What gem? What is it for?” Iron Man asked.

Before Iron Man could get anything from them, there was an explosion from the building where they had come from. Iron Man glanced back at the building. There was smoke coming out of it and a huge chunk of wall was starting to collapse from the third floor. There were civilians down below right where the wall could drop and crash them.

“Fri, what the hell happened there?”

“An exposed Chitauri core has detonated,” Friday said. “A section of the wall was about to fall off.”

“I’m not done with you.” That was all Iron Man said as he flew away from them and towards the building.

--

As Spider-Man reached the building where his teammates were, all he could think was, his best friend was in danger, because of the glowy thing he entrusted him with. He webbed up his backpack somewhere as he ran towards the auditorium hall. They must somewhere near there. He used the Fire Exit staircase to reach his destination. He was on the second round of stairs when he heard a gunshot.

He froze. Then he started to imagine the worst. He swung his way up faster.

The Fire Exit door burst opened. People ran for the stairs against Spider-Man’s direction. Spider-Man fought his way against the tide. Then there was a sound of an explosion.

“Excuse me, coming through!” Spider-Man shouted dodging people left and right.

But then when he reached the floor, Smoke was everywhere and Iron-Man zipped past him holding two men towards the window and out of it.

“Holy shit, what the-!” Spider-Man was flabbergasted.

“Spider-Man!”

He turned to see Ned running to him.

“Ned! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine!” Ned answered which was to Peter’s relief. Then Ned fished out the glowy thing from the pocket of his coat. The glowy thing was brighter. Ned continued hastily. “There were two guys who were after this. I don’t know, they were able to track this thing. Then Tony Stark came and saved me.”

“I know,” Peter said. “I’m sorry, you almost got in danger because of that and because of me. Give me that.”

“It’s alright.” Ned gave him the stone. “Wait, is just me or the glowy thing was hotter than usual?”

Peter accepted the stone and Ned was right. It felt like the stone was burning in his hand. His glove was started to blacken. Ned looked at Peter in panic. It mirrored Peter’s expression.

“Get back!” Spider-Man shouted. “All of you get back!”

“W-what are you going to do?” Ned asked stepping back. Some of the people listened to Spider-Man as well and some were even more confused as to what was really happening.

Spider-Man turned around. He threw the stone to the wall next to the shattered window and webbed it up. He coated it with a lot of webs until it looked like a white cocoon.

“This better works,” Spider-Man muttered.

Soon, the cocoon glowed purple. Spider-Man stared at it and so were the civilians and authorities who were on the scene. As if all of them were anticipating on what was going to happen next.

Then, there was a blinding purple light that they all had to cover their eyes. Afterward, there was another sound of an explosion. People screamed.

The light was gone. And when Spider-Man looked up there were cracks on the wall, quickly spreading out like a web. Moments later a huge chunk of the wall started to fall off outwards. Spider-Man webbed up the wall. With all his might, he pulled it in. He couldn’t let it fall back when there were civilians down below.

He pulled harder, his feet sliding on the floor. Suddenly, the chunk of wall moved inward easily without even Spider-Man’s effort.

“What?” Spider-Man let go of the web as the wall fell on the ground with a thud.

Iron-Man was floating right outside the hole. Everyone cheered.

--

Tony Stark had enough as he watched the news of the earlier incident in Washington on the holographic screen in his lab at Avengers Compound. Fortunately, no one had gotten hurt from the incident. Thanks to Iron Man and Spider-Man’s immediate rescue. The news believed that it was rogue shooters who just wanted to wreak havoc in the place. Their faces were now on the wanted list and the authorities were searching for them.

Then he gazed at another holographic screen where the feats of Spider-Man showed. He should have talked to that young vigilante sooner. He should have come to Peter Parker before he got himself killed in one of his adventures.

He knew for a while that Peter Parker was the one under the mask. After all, he was keeping tabs on people with potentials who could be trained as an Avenger.

Peter Parker was the reason why Tony Stark chose Midtown Tech to teach, so he could keep an eye on him and see for himself what the kid was like when he wasn’t playing hero.

Well, what he had discovered about him exceeded all his expectations.

Peter Parker was the kind of kid who refused to pick up a fight with his bullies. Instead, he avoided it when he could have easily won the fight because of his abilities. He was this bright spirited boy who could easily be awed by simple things. There were so much wonder and curiosity dancing in his eyes and who was so eager to know more about the world. He was this kind of kid who would not hesitate to step forward and help when no one would and could. There were just so many things ahead of him and Tony could see all of that.

That was probably why he hesitated to recruit him for Avengers.

There was a future waiting for him and Tony didn’t want to steal it from the kid. So he remained quiet and watched from the distance instead.

But he couldn’t watch now when he discovered, thanks to Ned’s phone he hacked down earlier when the kid was on stage competing, that the kid was actively chasing criminals that used junks from Chitauri’s as weapons. Peter had disappeared last night to do another chase. Tony was also aware of Peter’s lie about Oscorp’s internship, but he initially didn’t know why the kid couldn’t join. And for whatever reason, he came back and Tony learned the reason why later on.

Tony reached for his mug of black coffee on the table and sipped. He was about to put it down when a hand reached for his mug instead.

He looked up to see Pepper smiling down at him.

“Hey, hon.” Tony smiled back.

“You’re watching him again,” Pepper noted as she sat on the armrest of the chair Tony was sitting on. She sipped on the mug and blanched at the bitter taste of it. His fiancée was the type who put lots of cream on her coffee.

“I swear, that kid is gonna kill himself sooner or later.” Tony leaned back on the chair. Pepper leaned on him as she put her arm on the top of the backrest of the chair. She crossed her legs resting the mug on it.

“I told you, you should mentor him so he would know how not to kill himself with his little adventures,” Pepper said.

Tony looked up. “Do you think I’d be a good mentor?”

“You are a teacher now at his school, do you really need to ask me that?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“That was different,” Tony argued.

“Oh, how different?”

“Being a teacher was easier because you’ll gonna spout things that came from a book but mentoring someone to be a hero? I don’t think I have the right qualifications for that. You knew I screwed up far more many times that I could actually count on this superhero business.”

“Oh, Tony,” Pepper put down the mug on the table and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. Tony leaned into her as he rested his head on her stomach.

“Yes, you screwed up a lot of times but you are also the type of hero that always fights for what was right and doing your damn best to protect this vulnerable place. And I think that was the most important thing of all. So get your ass up and just mentor the kid, the kid needs someone who could guide him, that job will suit you.”

Tony closed his eyes and smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

With that Pepper stood up. “I’ll just be in my office.” Then she paused when she had noticed the papers and notes laid haphazardly on the table. “What are those?”

“That, my love, is my lesson plan for next week and test papers that I haven’t checked yet. But first off, I have to be somewhere.” He stood up.

Soon, Iron Man flew into the night sky.

Iron Man set his course to Peter’s apartment. He wasn’t even nearing his destination when Tony saw something he truly didn’t expect nor imagine happening.

Tony didn’t expect to see Peter Parker on the way, falling from the sky, a hundred feet to the ground and falling at a speed that could totally kill him on impact without something that would slow down his descent.

There was a screeching sound from the sky. Tony looked at the source of the sound. His night vision scan could see a man with mechanical wings. Tony had a lot of questions as usual, like how the kid had gotten himself in the air and been thrown down by a mechanical devil out of nowhere. But questions could wait; he had a spiderling to save first. After all, spiders couldn’t fly.

Tony dived down towards Peter’s direction increasing his thrusters. As he neared him, he could hear Peter screaming.

Iron Man zoomed in and grabbed Peter before he could hit the lagoon. The mechanic teacher made a loop in the sky before changing his flight course towards the Avengers Compound instead.

--

“So, uh, you knew the whole time that I was Spider-Man?” Peter asked in a small voice as he played with his mask. He was sitting on the couch of Tony’s lab.

Tony was looking down at him with arms crossed on his chest. “You know that wasn’t the issue right now, you could have gotten died! What-why are you even up in the air?!” He threw his hands in the air.

The kid, again, was a lot of things and one of them was giving Tony a consistent migraine, vertigo, aneurysm and all other kinds of headache. The mentoring wasn’t even starting and Tony’s hair was starting to turn gray quickly.

“The guy with wings threw me down. I was chasing bad guys then he swooped in and dropped me on a hundred feet.” Peter explained.

Tony took a deep breath. “That’s it! I am going to mentor you if you’re so sure about this career path and please remove that onesies, you’re going to have a new suit.”

And all Peter could say was, “W-what?”

Tony rolled his eyes and turned around. “Friday, unlock 16-A.”

At the far end of the lab, the wall shifted and slid open. A big glass transparent cylinder emerged. Inside the cylinder was a new Spider-Man suit. Tony walked to the cylinder. He glanced at Peter who remained frozen in his seat with wide eyes staring at the suit.

“Your new suit.” Tony knocked on the cylinder for emphasis.

Peter finally stood up as he walked in a daze towards the cylinder, still staring at it.

“T-that’s mine?” Peter asked stopping in front of the cylinder.

“I just said that,”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark!”

What surprised Tony, even more, was when Peter hugged him. He froze on the spot while the kid squeezed the oxygen out of him.

“This is so cool!” Peter exclaimed pulling away. “I have a new suit and Mr. Stark is going to mentor me! You’re not just going to be my science teacher. This is the best moment of my life! I have an awesome mentor and dope suit. Oh my god!”

And with that, Tony had a fleeting thought that maybe mentoring this kid wasn’t going to be that bad after all.

[tiredlonelyghost]

I decided to do a timeline for the erasermic ship! Basically my headcannons on these guys lovely love life so if you wanna read it read below! for i have also included my crappy art c:

Friendship: so pretty much these guys were friends at UA I mean its cannon ffs. though I’d like to think they had a bumpy start because you know, angst and teenage emotions are always fun to think about! 

Shouta’s and Hizashi’s personalities couldn’t be anymore different, so when they first officially met  Shouta wanted nothing more than for this weird cockatoo looking person to somehow vanish or be expelled. He was loud, annoying, and for some reason he laughed at his own jokes more then what was necessary. Walking into class was pure hell for Shouta for this kid also thought it was mandatory to greet each person who walked in like a bird as well, teachers, students, a odd pet principal, anything. If anything could be worse Hizashi then made it his personal goal at some point during the school year to befriend Shouta; Needless to say, Shouta wasn’t having any of it. Their interactions mainly consisted of Hizashi trying to form anything conversation with our eraser hero in training and failing as Shouta would just sit there and never say a word to the other boy.

 All Hizashi wanted was to get to know Shouta better, the dude is really cool! Unlike Shouta, Hizashi had a weird obsession with him from the beginning. You could basically say he was the first ever eraserhead fanboy ( Eraserhead trash #1) and he would stop at nothing to be this dude’s friend. All the other students were confused at Hizashi’s interest in Shouta, to them he was just another loner who never talked and sat in the back of the class by themselves; but Hizashi saw more then that. He saw skill, determination, discipline, and one cool ass quirk yo! He tried his best to get a word or a reaction out of the other boy but his efforts never got him what he wanted, and it was really affecting our poor cockatoo. He couldn’t understand what he was doing wrong, he tried talking but he never got a response, he tried being nice sharing notes and even buying a random snack or two for the other boy but still nothing; you would think he would’ve gave up, but a yamada never gives up, he would keep trying even if it never got him no where. 

 One day though, he finally got a response; just not the one he wanted. Hizashi walking into the school’s entrance one day saw Shouta in front of him, and just like always he walked up behind him gave him a charming Hizashi greeting and began talking. Before walking into the school itself though Shouta stopped in his tracks, turned around, looked at Hizashi in the eyes (sunglasses) and said the three magic words 

“Please, fuck off.” 

Hizashi actually doesn’t remember clearly what happened after that. He did however, remember crying the entire day. He doesn’t even know why he had cried so much over a simple rejection but it had stung him so much, all he wanted was to be this dudes friend, why did he hate him so much? Hizashi is pretty much a zombie the entire week after that, no one but the students that had witnessed what had happened knew what was wrong with him. The classrooms atmosphere dropped with Hizashi’s mood, the room was to quiet and the tension in the air was almost unbearable and nothing made it better no matter what anyone tried. Until one day Hizashi was sitting at his desk looking down at his hands when he heard someone walk up and drop a snack on his desk. Confused, Hizashi looked up and saw Shouta standing there in front of him. His jaw tensed up as he braced himself for whatever the other teen was about to say. 

“I’m sorry, Yamada.” 

For once in his life Yamada Hizashi was speechless, another three magic words and it seemed that this depressive cursed that was laid upon him vanished. He smiled, rubbed the back of his head and accepted the apology. Shouta began to response to him after that, he didn’t talked a lot but just enough to keep Hizashi happy and smiling. They’re inseparable after that.

Confession: 

Throughout high school after befriending each other they’re best friends. They depend on each other for almost everything and Shouta honestly doesn’t know when he became so emotionally invested Hizashi. Though making him cry that day did seem to make something in him “snap” it was like he could feel any emotion the other boy was feeling at all times, and he didn’t like it at all. He could feel Hizashi’s happiness, his sadness (and among other things but lets blame that on hormones) after awhile of experiencing this though he began to get used to it. 

 They finally entered college and became roommates ( oh boy oh boy I wonder how that happened) while Shouta saw this as being one step closer to being a pro hero, Hizashi completely saw something else. 

PARTYING! DATING! SEX(ing?)! 

 Shouta really couldn’t stand it. Everyday Hizashi was begging him to go to some party with him, meet some people, be social. Shouta didn’t want any of it though, he didn’t need to party, he didn’t need to be social. If anything, all he needed was Hizashi by his side and he could get through anything, and it’s when he hit this realization shit went down hill. He soon realized that him feeling Hizashis “emotions” wasn’t really that at all. He was happy when Hizashi was happy, he was sad when Hizashi was sad,(and among other things, those damn hormones amirite?) that was all on his own and he hated it, because that meant he was in love with his best friend. 

 After he realized this, jealousy hit him like a rock. Hizashi was always bringing some date back to their room, or talking to Shouta about this chick or that dude. This caused things to go a little sour, Shouta began to distance himself from Hizashi. He couldn’t deal with the complicated feelings of a one sided love, he wouldn’t be able to get his studies done if all he was thinking about was how Hizashi was probably out doing god knows what with someone else right now. He drowned himself into his work, blocking out anything or anyone that tried to reach him. Blocking out Hizashi. 

 It obviously doesn’t take Hizashi to long to notice that Shouta is straight up ignoring him. He pulled this shit in high school before they were friends and hes pulling it again now. Like before Hizashi doesn’t know what he did wrong and it drives him crazy. He tries to chalk it up to Shouta just being really serious with his studies, which isn’t that far from the truth; but theres a difference to being busy and straight up ignoring someone. He doesn’t know if he should press Shouta about why he’s doing this, or just leave it be and hope for the best. He chooses the latter, It’s lonely and honestly kinda painful but he knows when Shouta is ready he’ll talk about why he’s doing what he’s doing. 

 One day though, Hizashi just has to talk to Shouta about something, a band that Hizashi is obsessed with is coming to the city they’re in and Hizashi is ecstatic. He had it all planned out, He’ll come back to the room tell Shouta about the concert, Shouta will be hella pumped and they’ll go together, and everything will be okay. Except that isn’t at all what ended up happening. 

 Hizashi does go back to the room and tells Shouta about the concert, but Shouta ignores him. Not a word out of him. So Hizashi repeats himself but louder this time, same response. He began to think, if this isn’t getting Shouta’s attention maybe something else will, so he does what he does best, be annoying as hell to Shouta. It isn’t till Hizashi is basically screaming the lyrics to Hit Me Baby by Brittney Spears Shouta finally looks at him. Their eyes lock and the room falls silent as Hizashi is muted by Shouta’s intense gaze. Shouta opens his mouth, and says three. magic. words.

“Please, fuck off.” 

Hizashi doesn’t know what happens again. All he knows is that he’s bawling his eyes out and had Shouta pinned underneath him. He finally catches his breath, and began to shout at Shouta. Screaming at him asking why, why was he acting like this, why did he hate him? Did he do something wrong? Is there something he can do to stop this behavior? The list goes on. Shouta is under him wide eyed and shocked. He didn’t realize that saying that would cause such a reaction from the other, he was uncomfortable. With the weight Hizashi was pressing down on him and the headache he was beginning to developed due to his screeching, Shouta began to feel extremely overwhelmed. The screeching came to a sudden halt though, and Shouta took this chance to try to sit back up. Hizashi stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, he used his other wipe to wipe away the tears that had started to dry on his face and took a deep breath. 

“Shouta, I’m so sorry for shouting. I just, I can’t stand it when you do that. You mean so much to me and I’m so scared something is going to take you away from me, that’s why when you do this I just feel so hopeless. I don’t ever want to lose you, if I ever did I don’t know what I’d do.” 

Hizashi reached for Shouta’s hand, Shouta’s breath stilling as his fingers wrapped around his own. He looks at their conjoint hands, and then back at Hizashi. His eyes are red and puffy from crying so hard, he looks tired, drained. Guilt washes over Shouta like the ocean over the shore. He has to say something to make Hizashi feel better, he can’t let him stay like this.

“Hizashi, I-”

His sentence was cut off as Hizashi moved the hand on his shoulder to cup his jaw, forcing his head up, and leaning in to kiss him lightly on the lips. It hadn’t lasted long at all, but for Shouta it felt like the entire world paused, only to be resumed when his friend pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

 “Shouta, you mean so much to me.” 

Marriage: 

If you’re thinking Hizashi is the one that proposed HA HA HA BITCH YOU’D BE WRONG

after that incident in college, our boys finally started dating, after graduating college and becoming our beloved heros Present Mic and Eraser Head. They  finally got settled down and moved into some semi-decent apartment. Their lives are hella busy, with Eraser being a pro hero and a teacher from Present Mic being  pro hero, a teacher, AND A FUCKING RADIO SHOW HOST, things can get kinda hectic needless to say. Though at the end of the day ( or like week) both of them are just happy to finally spend alone time together in the comfort of their apartment, watching crappy movies and eating food that will probably give them stomach cancer in the next 20 years. 

 One of these days though Hizashi can see that Shouta is anxious, yet he doesn’t know why. They had be cuddling on the couch watching some cheesy romance movie, Shouta tensing up every now and then. It got really bad though when a proposal scene came up, Hizashi had to pause the movie and ask Shouta if he was alright. 

He was quiet, looking anywhere but at Hizashi. Then suddenly he sighed, and nodded.

“It’s just that lately, I’ve been thinking about something a lot.” 

Hizashi raised a eyebrow up at him and Shouta sighed again. He suddenly shot up and walked into their bedroom. Hizashi extremely confused at this point, didn’t know if he should follow him or stay where he was. That didn’t matter though as Shouta came back into their living room, standing in front of their couch and hiding something behind his back. 

“When we first met, I honestly would’ve never thought that you would’ve had this much of a impact on my life, I was just some weird quiet kid trying to get through his school years and you were this loud, annoying, popular guy who wouldn’t leave me alone. At first I couldn’t stand you, but as we got closer I’ve found that I actually couldn’t stand being WITHOUT you. life is to quiet when you’re not around, it lacks warmth, security, and color. You make everything seem so bright and cartoon like it actually makes me wonder if your quirk is actually being a fucking cartoon or anime character. There’s been times where I’ve pushed you away and almost lost you, times where I would hide how I feel around you, but no more of that. Hizashi I’ve been thinking about this for awhile, And if you’ll have me.”

Shouta got on one knee, and pulled out a tiny box out from behind his back, opening it and revealing a ring.

“I’d like it if you would be my husband. Hizashi, will you marry me?”

Hizashi then almost deafens the entire city from screaming yes.

Family:

a couple years after getting married our boys finally adopt our lovely Hitoshi and then eventually Eri. Their life isn’t perfect, but they wouldn’t have it any other way. 

(theres more to say but I’ve been working on this non-stop for 8 hours now and i need to crash before I actually black out and die or something) 

[venusrosethetiefling]

Our Monk Accidentally Fights Dirty

We’re Back! And this time, Ol’ Ranear Neverember joined our quest to find Floon Blagmaar

So, after resting up and getting a good breakfast, We headed back out into town. Venus thought the party could squeeze a little more information out of the store owner of The Olde Xoblob Shop, but no such luck. She did buy a single bone caltrop though. After that, Taxi took us to go speak to his old commanding officer, Glaric McCormick. He suggested greasing the palms of the Dock Ward inhabitants to gather more info, which we heeded.

Back to the Dock Ward, It took a bit of time (and Money!) But we eventually gained info about some people gathering around a manhole cover. And into the Sewer we go! Gross, I know. We followed a trail marked by a symbol drawn in yellow chalk, the symbol of the Zanathar. After an hour, we stumbled across a Gazer. Stupid eyeball thingy... I say stumbled because it was dark, so only Taxi and Venus could see. Poor Eldon and Ranear, they were literally in the dark. Taxi managed to filet the eyeball (After getting hit with a fear spell too!) and we continued on our way.

Eventually we came across a big opening with a metal door and arrow slots. Everything checked safe (Arrow guy was snoring away.) and in we go. The guy with the crossbow was a goblin, sleepy little guy. Taxi and Venus pounced on him, tying him up and gagging him so he didn’t scream. We didn’t stay like that. Venus got the info she needed out of the little fella, and let him go. Taxi gave him some food and Venus some gold coins to hightail it outta there. He did just that.

The first encounter was with a Duragar (deep dwarf) and a member we had previously had a spat with, not worth mentioning. The fight got a bit intense. If it wasn’t for Eldon, it probably would’ve been a lot worse! The Duragar turned into a large sized person and kept trying to slam his warpick at Taxi, but our tiny monk did some severe damage and broke the guys feet. And that was after kidney shot-ing the first guy! Neither of which he honestly intended. Poor guy even had to take a moment to tell himself it had to happen and steel himself. We got a little more info that Floon was right up ahead and off we took.

This. This was the scary part. We walked into the room where Floon was being held. He was unconscious, or almost, with a Half Orc Wizard (One of the Zanathar’s Generals Grumshire) standing over him readying Burning Hands. Also in the room was a Mind Flayer and an Intellect Devourer. All Venus had to say is “We’re fucked.” Luckily (for Us!) the Mind Flayer didn’t stick around. Taxi and Eldon did most of the damage, working together to take out the Intellect Devourer and cornering Grumshire.

Unfortunately they had taken more damage than they thought and Grumshire managed to knock them unconscious with Burning Hands. In a fit of rage, Venus channeled her Witch Bolt spell and turned the Half Orc into a smoldering pile of ash.

Catching their breath, the party looked around the room. Venus took Grumshire’s spellbook and the party also gained 5gp, 27sp and 119cp each. It was a good long day and we were done. x.x Well, tired, sore and ready to take a bath after being in the sewers for an hour type of done.

Back to the Yawning Portal Inn, we met up with Volo (the guy who sent us on this quest in the first place) who had originally said he’d pay us 100gp each. He didn’t come through with that... BUT instead, gave us the deed to Troll Skull Manor instead. We all agreed as none of us really had a nice place before. Once we got a look at it, well it IS in a nice neighborhood. But the place itself is a bit of a fixer-upper. We agreed to work on it and stay as a party. And maybe potentially open the first floor of the manor as a tavern.

And that was Session Two! It was really fun and full of laughs. I can’t wait to continue adventuring with this odd party. But I think we make a good team! 

(We will have another 2 week break unfortunately, but I can’t wait to get back to it!)

[love-always-jordan]

Draco Malfoy- Study Buddies

A/N: Okay so this is my first time writing on here and i’m super nervous but I was at work earlier and i was like hell yeah i’m gonna write about Malfoy. You’ll quickly find out i low key hate capitalizing all the words that need to be so I apologize. Pls don’t be mean to me but feedback is encouraged. Also omg it’s kinda long.... sorry

I’ll probably write a part two eventually, but i’m tired rn

Summary: y/n is asked by Dumbledore to tutor Malfoy (Yeah Yeah it’s been done a thousand times. well not by me so suck my toe) 

Here we go!!!

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y/n sat in Charms class, quickly scribbling down the notes that were being written on the board by a floating piece of chalk. She knew very well that if she missed anything that was being covered in class she would fall behind. Y/n wasn’t one to sit and day dream during classes; she didn’t want to waste the opportunity she was given when her first Hogwarts letter arrived all those years ago. 

As she was writing down the last line of notes for the period, she could feel eyes on her back and hear some snickers from behind her. Not being one to show vulnerability in public, y/n just faced forward and finished writing, not letting those three Slytherins see that she was bothered. 

Draco Malfoy and his clan always thought it was so funny and pathetic how y/n actually tried so hard in class. Over the years he and his friends had come up with quite a few ways to annoy her as much as possible. They’d try to distract her during class as slyly as possible. Eventually y/n just stopped paying them any mind. She had things to get done and she wasn’t about to let them get in the way.

After class was dismissed for lunch, Professor Flitwick asked to see y/n at his desk in the front of the large room. The Slytherins listening in made some quiet ooooh-ing sounds as if y/n had done something wrong and was about to receive her punishment. Y/n walked to the front of the room and stopped in front of Flitwick’s desk.

“Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you in his office before you head to the great hall for your break,” he told her, reading a small piece of parchment on his desk. 

“Oh, um, okay,” y/n hesitated. “Do you happen to know what it’s about?”

Flitwick sighed, “I’m afraid that’s between the two of you. Or perhaps the three of you.”

Instead of asking any further questions, y/n decided to just go to Dumbledore and find out what this was about.

“Thanks, Professor,’ she said, turning.

“Miss, y/l/n,” he stopped her,” the password.” He handed her a piece of parchment with the word “lollipop” written on it.

“Right, thanks.” And with that she left the room and was on her way.

The halls were mostly deserted besides a few first years here and there. These were the moments y/n got caught up in her imagination and thoughts. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of a large statue of a bird. Y/n had had a few one on one conversations with Dumbledore, however, she’d never been in his office before.

Y/n quietly muttered the password but in the silent halls it sounded deafening. The statue began to swivel, revealing a staircase. Y/n began to climb the stairs, curious as to what awaited her at the top. 

Y/n knocked on the closed door that sat at the top of the stairs.

“Come in,” Dumbledore said loudly.

She entered and immediately began looking around, taking in her surroundings. Y/n had always been one for details and she didn’t want to forget anything about this office.

“Please, have a seat, Miss y/l/n. Could I interest you in a piece of candy? It’s from a small Muggle shop in London.” Dumbledore always had a way about him that was very calming to y/n. 

“No thank you, Professor. I’ll be off to lunch after this.”

“I suppose you are quite intrigued as to why I’ve called you here today. I can promise you I’m aware of your disinterest in Mr. Malfoy, however, I do believe you are the only one for the job. If you do decline, I will understand, but I hope you don’t make a decision hastily.” He spoke softly.

“I’m sorry, Professor, but what job am I the only one for?” y/n had no idea what he was talking about but if it involved Malfoy, she wanted nothing to do with it.

“Yes, my apologies, Miss y/l/n. You must forgive my old mind. I meant to ask you if you would tutor Mr. Malfoy. Just once a week until he gets his grades back up, if you would.”

Y/n remained quiet for a minute. There was no way Malfoy would ever listen to her. They would probably just spend the whole time arguing. Nevertheless, it would be a good excuse for y/n to spend more time in the library.

“Have you talked to him about this already? Are you sure he’ll even learn anything from me?” Y/n asked, unsure.

“I don’t believe Mr. Malfoy’s low grades to be from his lack of understanding, Miss y/l/n. I just believe he needs some encouragement. I’ve already spoken to him and he is aware that he will be given a tutor to meet him in the library after dinner on Friday evenings.” The more Dumbledore talked, the more y/n felt like she should do it. 

Y/n agreed at last and was sent on her way to lunch before her next class. The rest of the week went the same as it usually went, aside from telling Harry, Ron, and Hermione that she was supposed to tutor Malfoy on Friday nights beginning this weekend. They argued with her for a while before all agreeing that y/n couldn’t very well say no to Dumbledore. 

When Friday’s dinner came around, y/n sat beside Hermione, barely eating. She was completely dreading what came when she finished her dinner. She sat in silence for almost all of dinner before realizing that whether she ate or not, she’d still be stuck in the library with Malfoy for an hour. She began to scarf down the food in front of her. Once she stood up to leave, she took a big gulp of pumpkin juice, said goodnight to her friends, and took off for the library. 

Y/n sat alone in the library at her favorite table with her text books piled in front of her. She looked out the window at the school grounds and longed for warmer weather where she could study under a tree or by the lake. 

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud groan. Y/n turned and saw Malfoy standing in the doorway.

“Are you gonna sit down or what?” Y/n wanted to make it clear she wasn’t excited about this either. 

“I’m sure you’re enjoying this. Probably volunteered.” He scoffed and threw his bag to the floor, taking a seat across from her. 

“Oh please, I need you to understand there are people in the world who can’t get away from you fast enough and I am one of those people,” y/n spat at him. “I can leave if you want, but you’ll just keep failing your classes. I’m sure mummy and daddy will be so proud of you.”

Y/n reached for her bag to return all her books to their rightful place.

“Okay. Fine. You win,” Malfoy said rather quietly. 

“Alright, but if we’re gonna do this, we need some rules.”

“Rules? Seriously? Like what?” He laughed at her.

“No making fun of me while we’re in here. If I’m tutoring you, you can’t treat me like I’m nothing. I’m here to help you. This isn’t for my amusement.” Y/n was in no mood to be taken as a joke.

“Okay, I guess that’s fair. But you can’t tell anyone about that. We aren’t friends or anything, y/l/n.” He rolled his eyes a little.

“Whatever, what class do you want to start with. Not Potions, I know you’re doing fine in that class. How about Transfiguration?” 

“I don’t really feel like doing this right now.” He said blatantly. 

“Well that’s probably why you’re failing. And you would probably know more if you didn’t spend the whole class making fun of me with your friends.” Y/n was opening her book to the current chapter.

“We don’t make fun of you for the whole class period.��

“Yeah right. I’m surprised you haven’t burned a hole into my skull with the intensity of your stare. I can feel you staring at me all the time.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not making fun of you okay?” Malfoy was getting defensive. “Do you really think I’m that big of a prat that I spend all my time hating you? Because contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually hate you, y/n.”

Y/n stayed quiet for a second, thinking about what he just said. 

“So what? You just pretend to hate me so your friends think you’re cool? That’s stupid,” she said finally.

“It’s easier than explaining my life choices to everyone all the time. I didn’t like you when we first started school, but now I dunno. I changed my mind i guess.” He got quieter as he spoke. Malfoy was never one to share his feelings.

“So you’re saying that you do like me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, okay, y/l/n. It’s not like I’m in love with you. But I wouldn’t jump off a building if you said hi to me. It’s not a big deal.”

“So, we are friends?” y/n was mostly just teasing him now. 

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Can we just study now?” He asked urgently.

“Sure,” said y/n, looking down at her book smiling. When she looked up, Malfoy looked different. He didn’t look angry like he usually did. And if y/n wasn’t mistaken, he had a slight smile on his lips.  

[blackthornroot]

Haven’t Done One of These in About a Year Let’s See How it Goes...

So while I’ve been away in college I’ve been on a secret mission in an underground laboratory with the Metalborgs, known across the world as over-zealous, justice-obsessed maniacs who would always use their full force, even when, and I quote, “hunting small fry” and clearly valued power above all else.

But now I’ve found a way to reform the Metalborgs into the Kind Borgs.  Robots that are considerate of people and the environment.

With these new Friends at my side, I set out for a large gathering of fellow nerds with one objective in mind, “convert everyone to the side of justice.”  The side objective was to brutally murder anyone who was not in line with these ideals, but let’s not talk about that...

So anyway, the mission was simple enough:  Win 5/7 Games of Cardfight Vanguard in order to make enough friends to be allowed to make it to Day #2, where I could make more friends and get to the Top 8/16/whatever.  Sounds easy, right?  Well let’s see how the Kind Borgs held up against the very mean-spirited forces that live in New Jersey:

But first, a word on Metalborgs (since not only is the deck old as fuck and nowhere near tier 1/1.5, but I’m not exactly running a standard strategy either):

Metalborgs rely on an outdated gimmick, “Guard Restrict.”  Their bosses make it so the enemy can’t guard with G1 or higher cards from their hand when said bosses attack (so basically, no PGs, but guarding with triggers, intercepts, and special cases like guarding from soul/deck are still allowed).  This sounds cool and possibly menacing when combined with Commander Laurel and a crit trigger or two, but keep in mind that these days the better G-Guards let players no-pass 30K columns for 1CB.  G-Guards are also unaffected by the Guard Restrict (since they technically come out of the Extra Deck).

So what I’ve done is make a rush deck that can sit on G2 against the meta (every meta deck sans Blasters was GB reliant to a fault at the time of writing this), but also can reach the late game against less threatening opponents (Even though the opponent can G-Guard, they can only do it 4 times max in a game.  So theoretically if I can punch through all 4 I can win pretty easily after that).

Anyway, I’ll post the decklist first with brief explanations of cards in case you care:

Starter: Metalborg, Locobattler (into soul -> +6K to VG if in legion, +3K otherwise).

Triggers: 5X Crit (4 of which have the same effect as the starter). 7X Draw 4X Heal

G1: 16: 4X Commander Laurel (if VG hits rest 4 RGs to restand VG) 4X Metalborg, X-Blaise (10K attacker) 4X Dimensional Robo, Daishield (Old PG (the kind that can guard RGs).  Some of my RGs need protection and I don’t use CB that much.) 2X Metalborg, Death Blade (SB1 -> +5K to VG). 2X Cosmic Hero, Grand Police (Vanilla 8K).

G2: 13: 4X Metalborg, Ur Buster (Legion Mate to main boss, RG Skill: on-legion -> +4K to VG + “When VG attack hits a VG, kill 1 RG.”  The effect stacks if I have multiple Ur Busters on the field.) 3X Metalborg, Diggerion (Vanilla 10K) 3X Metalborg, Lionetter (12K attacker) 3X Metalborg, Blacking Barrow (Is an 11K body permanently if my VG is in legion.  CB1 + Move into Soul -> When Legion VG attacks, give +11K to VG). The G1+G2 lineup is the way it is for early aggression.  Triggers are to maintain survive-ability and help draw into Laurel/PGs/the G3s.

G3: 4: 4X Metalborg, Sin Buster (Legion: If it’s power is >= 20K (after boost) and attack hits a VG, draw 1.  It it’s in Legion and it’s power is >= 30K (after boost), opponent can’t guard with G1s or higher from hand.  He’s the win condition/finishing blow, obviously.  The G2 rush is to force the opponent to drop all their triggers to guard.)

Strides: 2X Hyper Metalborg, Guilt Digger (No I’m not making that name up.  Effect = “Persona Flip -> search your deck for up to one card that legions with your heart and perform legion in your heart.  Then draw 1.“  Saves me the trouble of wasting a turn legion-ing if I don’t want to).

4X Hyper Metalborg, Heavy Duke (CB2 -> On-Attack, pay the cost.  Opponent can’t guard with G1s or higher from hand.  If the attack hits, draw 1 (draw 2 if heart is in legion).).

2X Super Cosmic Hero, X-tiger (+4K for each face-up card in G-Zone.  Gains a crit if power >= 45K).

G Guards: I run more than 4 G-Guards because Metalborgs have no good strides and the entire point of the deck is invalidating the opponent’s PGs so the regular D-Police strides aren’t worth running. 4X Enigman Patriot (+5K if opponent’s attack is >= 20K) 2X Super Cosmic Hero, X-carivou (+10K if opponent’s attack is >= 30K) 2X Dizmel

ROUND 1: Kind Borgs Vs. Fanservice Mermaids (Bermuda Triangle: Harmony):

Opponent was a kind/polite yet slightly disinterested girl (I chalked it up to either being dragged along by her SO or being tired from a potentially long car ride (some people drive like 5+ hours to come to these things on the day of the competition)).  She had no idea about the overwhelming power of friendship and love that the Metalborgs had in store for her, so she guarded early.

Needless to say when I explained how Sin Buster worked she knew she was toast.  GG.

WIN!  Record: 1-0

ROUND 2: Kind Borgs Vs. Dino DNA (Tachikaze: Dogma):

Opponent was a jovial fat man.  Very loudly proclaimed his moves for all to hear.  I might sound like I was annoyed by this, but I found it hilarious.  I rushed the shit out of him by giving him all of the justice he could handle, pushing him to 5 by turn 3.  He responded by denouncing my kindness by striding and triple driving 3 Heal Triggers.  Of course.  My death was long and agonizing after that point.  Dogma is strong when you’re actually able to live long enough to use it.

LOSE! Record: 1-1

ROUND 3: Kind Borgs Vs. Nova Grappler (Victor):

This opponent, along with the girl I played Round 1, were the only “normal” people I played all day.  The guy decided to have a G2 duel with me.  Little did he know I was slowly but surely sniping his G2s and taking the triggers out of his hand.  I was eating a lot of pain too though, since he knew enough to dive on my RGs constantly.  Eventually, I was backed into enough of a corner that I had to ride to G3 and Stride.  I explained what Hyper Metalborg, Heavy Duke (read effect above) did to him at least 4 times, and he clearly read the card, but he didn’t understand that, on my second attack, he was allowed to guard with whatever he wanted (since I couldn’t pay CB2 a second time).  So he ended up dead with 9 cards still in his hand.  Serves the guy right for casually disregarding my deck I guess.

WIN! Record: 2-1

ROUND 4: Kind Borgs Vs. DINO DNA 2: Electric Boogaloo (Tachikaze: Dogma):

Opponent was 100% neckbeard.  Probably left his fedora at home.  The Kind Borgs began to become frustrated that they had yet to face a meta deck so far today (i.e. Blasters, Luard, Gears, Messiahs, etc.).  So frustrated in fact, that they decided to be decidedly unkind, giving me a trigger-heavy hand and damage check two of my G3s in a row on turn 2.

My opponent was able to capitalize on my being grade stuck by throwing his whole hand down on turn 3 and murdering me.  Ow...

LOSE! Record: 2-2

ROUND 5: Kind Borgs Vs. Murakumo (No clue what this deck was supposed to be, honestly):

Well shit, there were still 3 round to go and I couldn’t afford to lose a single one...  Hopefully love and justice won’t die just yet...

Opponent was another jovial fat man who wouldn’t stop talking about Sailor Moon with the girls that were playing in the game next to ours.  Slightly unsettling behavior but whatever, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was just getting his weeb on.  I have no idea what his Murakumo deck was supposed to do, but the basic strategy revolved around effects that went off if I guarded his attacks.

How do I beat a deck that does things if I guard?  Humm...  Well, I no-guarded his attacks, got to 4 damage, and used Heavy Duke to murder his face (like my round 1 opponent, he early guarded, clearly not being acquainted with the power of justice).  Justice Prevails.

Win! Record: 3-2

ROUND 6: Kind Borgs Vs. Luard:

2 rounds to go...  Come on cards I blew money on a two-night hotel stay don’t let me down yet...

Opponent was a overly extroverted girl who piloted the deck as if it was borrowed.  She was friendly though, if not uncomfortably so...

This is honestly the only game where I made an actual mistake/misplay all day (guess it was late).  After getting pushed to 5 by nothing but enemy crit triggers (she called no RGs for the entire early game), I noticed that:

A:  She was at 4, since my rush had been going pretty well. B:  Out of the 6 cards in her hand, I knew 5 (Crit, Crit, Abyssal Owl, PG, Macha, Mystery Card). C:  She’d damage checked a heal and a crit already, so there were only 3 heals and 9 crits not yet revealed. D:  If I went all-in and G-Assisted out a Sin Buster, I had the resources to pump it to 37K, so the absolute best she’d be able to guard for would be 31K as long as the last mystery card wasn’t a heal trigger (if it was another crit it’d be a 41K guard, a 1-to-pass).

So, thinking the odds were decently in my favor (and since I couldn’t ride another G2 over my current Vanguard to prevent myself from being Sea-Breezed), I went all-in, betting basically the entire tournament on my opponent not having a heal/crit in hand.

Let me just say that this was a mistake not because of the gambling aspect.  It’s because historically I personally have absolutely terrible luck in RNG scenarios like this. 85% chance to hit in Fire Emblem?  Miss; 6 triggers in an 8 card deck?  Twin Drive -> G3, G3; Etc.

So I went all-in but her mystery card was a conveniently placed G-Guard.  At that moment I realized I was dead.  Spectral Diablo was happy to introduce my face to the pavement.

LOSE!  Record 3-3!

MISSION FAILURE!  UNACCEPTABLE LOSS COUNT!

And so ends another episode in the saga of me playing card games.  Reviewing my notes from previous years attendance was decently down this year:

Reference (I missed singles regionals in Fall 2016 because I was too busy with school):

2015 Singles: At least 498 Players (I was badge #498 and we got to the event pretty close to the end of registration) 2016 Teams: At least 210 Teams (I was on team #210.  Again my team was basically the last one to sign up.  We get to these things a bit last-minute...).  210 Teams X 3 Players/Team = 630 Players.  A bit unreliable since people always drag along their SOs to fill slots of teams.

2017 Singles: We got there with 5 minutes before registration closed.  I was player #451.

So a slight downturn in attendance from 2 years ago but nothing suggesting the game is dying.  Luck and Logic, a dead game, had a whopping 16 players competing, for comparison.

@dragonstoneplus had a much better go of things than I, she made it to Round 7 before losing her 3rd game.

Some random kid from our shop who plays Novas (Victor) cleared Day 1.  He’s probably wrapping up his performance as I write this.  I wonder if he actually managed to top... (He’s pretty good, but can’t really put up a fight against my teammates and I when we’re actually trying)

[disparais]

above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim

eventful first week back at college. trying not to list anything in exceedingly great detail like i was previously wont to do, so-

monday:

first day of school! skipped last lecture to go kayaking with l, h and a. we didn’t end up doing much kayaking + just talked a lot, but being around people i’m genuinely comfortable with was so relaxing it was liberating.

quite proud of myself for having the willpower to stay up and craft l a decent card. i’d feel bad calligraphing her something because it smacks of no effort.

tuesday:

a came in the day to crash a lecture, and she loved the penyet wuhu.

highlight of the day: cf. well, more specifically, running into s at hv (where she proceeded to spectacularly embarrass me by yelling my name across the street), running into s and c at daily scoop, having to sit beside them because the place was ridiculously crowded, and the ensuing invigorating conversation on the panopticon + gender + capitalism + predestination + moral subjectivism with p, s and c.

(nearly burst out laughing when p told j “give me 10 minutes” HAHA)

wednesday:

skipped my first lecture of the year (abnormal bleeding) for an emergency fc meeting.

got stressed af at night when jp arrived at my suite because i hadn’t responded to a’s texts (hey i’d really been busy with ifg training and all). i hate having my personal space invaded by people i’m not close to (i.e. if i didn’t invite you in, you shouldn’t be here) and i was especially rankled by the fact that jp himself was clearly colossally stressed (and i uncharacteristically mirrored him). he’d spent the week speaking in this annoying as fuck hushed tone which made him supremely hard to hear, and he oscillated between sounding exasperated and exhausted which made things difficult because i was torn between frustration (with him, and with the situation) and sympathy/guilt (because he really did have a lot on his plate and the stress, while poorly-managed, was understandable).

i’m ashamed to admit i got snappish and chased g away (as nicely as i was able to, under the circumstances) to protect her from my immediate ire. i wish i’d had better control over my emotions - i seldom melt down this severely under stress, but the pressure that day was somehow overwhelming and her attentions made me feel suffocated and distracted (i mostly needed her to go away so that i could focus on my work). felt so bad thinking these thoughts because she’s so genuine and sweet and sincere and deserved better than what she got from me that night.

g whipped out her strawberry paper and wrote me a card + got kt to write as well. so grateful for them both.

thursday:

lunched with l at bv - my paleo buddy hehe. g gave us some strange butterfly pea-blue cake from chalk farm (sobs mad throwback to london).

fc, d-day.

was mildly triggered when g texted me about it raining because i was in lectures and i’d honestly have preferred it if she hadn’t, but i’m also frankly amazed that i was on her mind and that she was filled with dismay on my behalf - that is moving, and so very selfless.

was bitter and angry about the rain at first, but the bitterness quickly gave way to a sincere desire to understand His will for me.

i was no closer to finding answers/peace by the time the event came round, but i soldiered through with the wet-weather plan i’d firmed up the night before (grateful that jp convinced me to bother with a matrix). was livid with m and jp though, because they failed to keep their promise about letting me call the shots re wet/dry weather, but when it came to the crunch, they opposed me. foolish optimists.

closing ceremony was beyond excellent. electric atmosphere, heard the event heads cried and DO loved it...ahh so fulfilled. and l came! l told me about how the rain’d prevented her from exploring lab park and how all her friends just so happened to be unavailable, resulting in her hanging out with her last resort - her sister. i was so touched by her story, and was more than a little grateful (both towards her and God) for having a reason to be joyful even given the circumstances.

came back completely wiped (my parents gave jp and m a lift back to utown at midnight), and shared my day with g and kt. (took a lotta courage to invite kt, because g and i both agree kt seems to be feelin’ the suite thing less and less these days) was frankly surprised kt acquiesced. i miss how easy things were between the 3 of us last sem; y1s2 feels like an eternity ago now, and kt feels so much more distant all of a sudden.

anyway, things were almost strained, which was beyond heartbreaking - i tried drawing her in/engaging her, but she didn’t really want to take the bait, and eventually she left midway through the conversation. it’s hard to believe there isn’t something inherently broken within me, socially, whenever things like these happen (okay, the rational part of me knows that this is my full-blown shame trigger, but still. i’ll keep this thought here, because it’s frightening that it even crossed my mind.) (it’s not like she offered a “i gotta sleep soon, sorry” or anything. and i think i saw her light on? even close to 3.). i felt really bad because i think the topic of conversation was too moralistic and religiously-tinted, which made it by nature exclusive.

i don’t know how to achieve the same kind of balance that suitefam had last semester. right now, things have just been distilled into me + g. but then again there was the card that came just last night. idk what’s up la sigh don’t overthink this girl this is just gonna go the cupcake route.

got mad abdominal colic after that (can’t tell it if it was a drawn-out sympathetic response to the social anxiety) and excused myself for a while before returning to a half-asleep g. /end convo

friday:

s ahhh i can’t help but admit i feel like he gets me better than j does these days and that makes me so so sad + filled with helplessness

he’s so demanding and i always somehow find it in myself to indulge it sometimes; i can’t believe myself. i always did have a thing for 霸道 people and indulging their whims though - and j used to bother, i think. maybe he still does. i hope he still does - i love him first and foremost, and i really hope he understands where i’m coming from (more on that later).

logically this isn’t going anywhere, s isn’t able to do this and i’m still hoping against hope that j+i can work out somehow, but there’s a tiny traitorous portion of my heart that’s like nope i don’t think so. a much larger portion of my heart is like yas this is the elder brother i never had ;___; the thing i have with s is super precious and all la i really hope we last long friendship-wise haha

anyway. s walked me to nuh the staff way - it was super cool haha and i totally noticed he walked me far further than he originally said he would. was xiao touched la all the words of affirmation and encouragement and sdgl;kgetnrv that day he really read me shockingly well (i guess i trust him to the extent that i don’t throw up (m)any barriers - my occlumency is pretty legit ok) and bolstered my confidence + determination a whole lot.

arrived at nuh only to discover j talking to b and nearly chickened out of telling him a single thing but thankfully b wised up and left. (b is with sb omg) was lowkey annoyed by j settling cgl stuff during dinner (though at least he apologized, not that that makes it acceptable), and was extremely miffed by him cutting me off mid-sentence to deal with more things on his phone. really?

s told me to get up and walk away HAHA but i’d never had a flair for the dramatic, and i certainly wasn’t about to start then.

walked all the way to acjc + ticket saga which mercifully got resolved. he wanted to study gs for the extra hour we had before the concert began and that was when something inside me snapped - seriously, we hardly get to meet and you want to use our one precious hour of free time to study?

/c i’m too tired to go into my discussion with j now (i grade his performance at a solid B- though. and s gave me my first A of medsku wuhu)

came back and called s (see he’s like my de facto bf. ok just kidding he’s a very good friend who is somehow very invested in making sure my relationship works since it involves his near&dear sorta-childhood friend + his “counsellee”) for like 1.5h (mostly post-mortem-ing the discussion) + suppered with j and j.

saturday:

overslept so i didn’t go for commserv in the end haha.

party at js’ house-

i think s was oblivious re the contact (!! wholly initiated by him) but he broke that barrier like 10 times or something haha. as someone who’s fairly sensitive to touch i was kinda shocked but it was nice - touch is the most reserved and special of love languages for me with exceptional close friends/+ and s somehow qualifies. (but of course it would be Inappropriate of me to initiate HAHA)

also s is fucking fantastic at floating. literally the best i have ever played against, m included. don’t think anyone can top m as my best contract partner, though.

+ s told me something and ahh let’s just say i’m certain we won’t get entangled in the near future so it’s all fine for now; my conscience is clear.

also qx --> s. he literally hates me lmao s noted how he actively avoided talking to me at all costs. rip. and c is a parrot

 so yeah, as i said, eventful week. week 2 hmu!!! ok 3.17am i really need to sleep because 9am haem tutorial tomorrow (today) sigh. s is coming over for dinner + berries and that’s all i have to be excited about apart from breakfast with g s i g h long day ahead go sleep you silly creature you

[junker-town]

Charles Barkley has 'no problem' with LeBron James' response, but sticks by criticism

Barkley refused to match blows with James, but held his stance on The King’s “whiny” rant.

Charles Barkley was playing golf with his friends when he found out what most people already heard — LeBron James had roasted the TNT analyst for his harsh criticism regarding James’ calls for roster improvements.

But as expected, Barkley stuck by his guns when addressing James’ comments on the radio.

“I have no problem with what LeBron said,” Chuck said Tuesday afternoon on ESPN 1000 Waddle & Silvy. “Some of it was true. I did pay my debt, that’s not true. I was never late to the All-Star Game, so that’s not true. But I don’t overreact, I’m not gonna say anything personal, or anything like that. I stick by what I said. He was all whiny and everything last week.”

Earlier in the day, James hit Barkley with a flurry of jabs, referencing bad moments in Barkley’s personal life. The King said he was “tired of biting his tongue,” and unleashed on Barkley for what turned out to be years worth of chiding the four-time MVP and three-time NBA champion — most recently a critique of James’ assessment of the Cavaliers’ roster.

Barkley took the high road, refusing to strike back with his own personal attacks. But the former 11-time NBA All-Star said James’ personal attacks do not change his stance.

“I’m not gonna get upset that someone said something bad about me, I’m not like 12 years old,” Barkley said. “My initial criticism was fair, and I’m good with that.

“I think when you don’t like the message you just kill the messenger. Some of the things he said about me were correct, that still does not make my message incorrect.”

Barkley’s comments stem from James’ public reprimanding of the front office in late January. After the Cavaliers fell, 124-122, to the well below .500 New Orleans Pelicans, James blasted his team, calling it “top-heavy as sh—,” and publicly called on the front office to make roster improvements.

While the Golden State Warriors improved during the off-season by adding former league MVP Kevin Durant as well as David West, Zaza Pachulia and JaVale McGee, Cleveland allowed Matthew Dellavedova and Timofey Mozgov to leave elsewhere, only acquiring rookie Kay Felder and Mike Dunleavy in free agency.

“We're not better than last year. From a personnel standpoint,” James said, according to ESPN.com’s Dave McMenamin. "We need a f---ing playmaker. I'm not saying you can just go find one, like you can go outside and see trees. I didn't say that.”

Barkley later called James “whiny” for wanting more talent as a team with a core that had just won the NBA championship. He doubled down on that stance on Tuesday.

“Well, I thought he was whiny and complaining the last couple of weeks, talking about you got no help,” Barkley said. “And I’m just like, ‘Dude you just won the championship, and it’s the middle of the season and you’re just bashing your teammates.’ I think that that wasn’t right.”

James called Barkley “a hater” for his recent comments, asking “What makes him credible? Because he’s on TV?” The TV analyst chalked the word up to a new generation of athletes.

“Listen, any time you criticize any of these young guys, you’re a hater. C’mon man, you know that’s silly,” Barkley said. “Any type of criticism of any player today, that’s the word they use: ‘hater.’ They never ask you is the criticism fair or not.”

James issued a challenge to Barkley, according to McMenamin: Don’t just smile in The King’s face and shake his hand next time you see him. But Chuck, while praising James’ hospitality, said there’s no need for the two to be friends in the future. He’s just here to do his job.

“I’ve only met LeBron casually,” he said. “He’s always been great to me. I think I’ve been great and cordial to him, but this notion that we have to be friends — we’re never gonna be friends. And that’s not a negative thing. I’m not friends with none of these young guys. My job is to do my job.”