#pappydaddy talks university

[pappydaddy]

9 am exams should be outlawed

[moonlit-imagines]

We’ll Meet Again

Tony Stark x child!reader

warnings: big sad

a/n: i want you all to suffer

prompt: We’ll Meet Again - Frank Sinatra (originally Vera Lynn)

Unfamiliar.

That was the only way you could describe life after the Snap. Unfamiliar. Everything for you had changed. Y/N Stark, the confident, know-it-all child of Tony Stark himself, is now completely lost.

You couldn’t even call the cabin a home. Pepper called it a home. You wanted it to be a home. Your mind was simply racing trying to catch up. Five years, dad’s gone, little sister, new house, world in ruins, how could this be? You hadn’t even been back on Earth for a whole day yet, you’d just barely set foot in the cabin.

“Mommy!” Morgan hopped off the couch and ran to your stepmother, it seems Happy was a babysitter once again. How was he not sick of looking after Tony’s kids? He looked back at you and nearly burst into tears, stumbling over furniture as he tried to make it over to you.

“Kid,” Happy mumbled in disbelief, engulfing you in a hug, he almost didn’t believe you were real, “it really is you, kid. God, I missed you.” His voice broke a little as he talked, you couldn’t help but tear up yourself as you returned his hug. There was a feeling of terror deep down that reminded you that any time like this may be the last. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, y/n.” You couldn’t even tell what for. There were so many things to be sorry about, none were Happy’s fault.

“This is y/n?” You heard your little sister’s innocent voice speak. Happy and you looked down at her, knowing that someone was going to have to explain everything very soon. Just...let her have her moment.

“Hi, Morgan.” You crouched down in front of her. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You smiled and she rushed to give you a huge hug, latching around your neck. She successfully made you smile, though.

“You’re my new best friend!” She told you, running away immediately after. You took a deep breath and looked up at the rest of your family, not knowing what to say. They were on the same page, but Pepper wrapped her arms around you and whispered in your ear:

“Your room is upstairs. I think Tony left you something.” She guided you away so that you could go off on your own, take some time. On your way up the stairs, you just took a short look around the place. It was so nice...and simple. A little old-fashioned? You’d always grown up in sleek and shiny buildings, surrounded by high-tech items that you were fascinated by.

As you strolled down the hallway, you found pictures of you everywhere. You through the years, you and dad, you and Pepper, all three of you...Morgan, Pepper and Morgan, dad and Morgan...all three of them. You’d never get your full family photos.

You were pretty sure you found your room, your old “Do Not Disturb” sign you made as a kid was hung up on the doorknob. You couldn’t help but chuckle at all the memories that alone brought up.

“Dad, when this is on my door, it means ‘don’t interact with me.’ If you come into my room at three a.m. with a new prototype one more time, me and JARVIS are going to start enforcing a bedtime for you.” You explained to Tony as you waved the sign around.

“You and JARVIS can’t gang up on me! I made both of you!”

You were grasping onto the cold metal handle, scared of what you may find, but there wasn’t much to be afraid of now that you’d felt like you had lost everything. You took a deep breath and opened the door, hearing it creak open.

“I need some WD-40 for that.” Your mind was already on repairs, you didn’t differ much from your father. But when you looked in your new room, you saw all of your old belongings the same way they were arranged five years ago. The only thing out of place was a quaint trinket dad must have been working on. You sat down on the edge of your bed to inspect it, which triggered a message. Your dad appeared in your room. A hologram.

“If you’re seeing this, I’m sorry.” Tony had said as you dropped the item and took a step back. You were sick of hearing I’m sorry. No more of it. “Y/N, I have spent the past five years dreaming of getting my child back. I took a chance, I hope it all works out. I hope that you’re seeing me in the flesh and not me...like this. If you are seeing all this, I have to let you know that I love you so much. I did it for you and I don’t regret it. My baby deserves to live out their life, I had already done that. Would I have preferred to be there with you? For you? Without a doubt, but this world—universe, it can be so cruel. I don’t want history to get repeated, but who am I to decieve destiny. That stupid Bleecker Street magician gave us a number, let’s see if he was worth the price.” Your dad’s speech went on, it was getting a little too heavy to handle. “You know, talking about all this is kind of bumming me out, I just had to leave you one last thing...just in case. And you know what, kiddo? A wise man once said ‘we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again some sunny day.’”

“I was raised by the dumbest genius on the planet.” You mumbled as tears heated your cheeks.

“No matter what happens, I’ll always love you, y/n. I can’t let you forget that.” He said right before the recording stopped and you were left alone in your room once again, sniffling through sobs as the full realization of what you were going through kicked in.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. We’ll meet again...”

Keep smiling through, Just like you always do,

'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away,

So will you please say "Hello" to the folks that I know, Tell them I won't be long,

They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singing this song...

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[pappydaddy]

punching the air rn because i want to punch my professor. i accidentally wrote the wrong day we needed to submit our paper topics by and i sent it late and he hasn’t gotten back to me. like i’m sorry i have other things other than your class to worry about sir. my world does not revolve around your class. and he declared his right to reject any paper with a topic he did not approve of and i need to get a good grade in this class or i can’t go back next semester. this man has the ability to ruin these past four years of my life while i’ve done nothing but work my ass off. i literally have done nothing but school work and work for the past four years and he wants to try and fail me because of a simple mistake? yeah, no, that will not fly with me if he tries to fail me for this shit.

sorry for the out of character rant, i am just tired of these professors that i’ve encountered the past two years with online learning. we are literally teaching ourselves the material, having our tuition increase, living through an economic collapse, and these professors have the audacity to put more unnecessary stress on us? please, won’t the universities hear us and do something? i feel helpless.

[pappydaddy]

up at one am blaring 1989 through my earbuds and working on my assignments to avoid the big sad :)

[pappydaddy]

finding out a week before the paper's due date that you read the rubric completely wrong and it is supposed to be about theories and not theorists meaning you have to completely restart your entire research paper >>>

[pappydaddy]

my professor's lack of participation and actual teaching is making me physically sick from the stress

[pappydaddy]

my anthrology prof: i'm going to give you guys these strict due dates that are insanely close to each other for you term project and for your assignments.

us: cool, are you going to give us more information or....?

my anthropology prof: *silence*

[pappydaddy]

i forgot my one in person class is tomorrow at 11:30 and i don't have a parking pass - guess imma have to go at 8 in the morning to get a parking pass so i don't have to pay fines ✌️