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You: [College AU - Dr Strange gets bullied]
Stephen could feel blood trickling from his left nostril after being defended all too late by a small pack of bullies. He was tall, yes, but one of them had bet their money that they could hurt the disabled guy who could barely use his hands. Life was hard as is for him, so the male was confused when someone had finally found him behind the Universities' dorm apartments on the ground with blood on his face. Stephen coughed out both dirt and air from being on the ground and sat up with a lack of pride. "..Thank you." He weakly choked out, moaning with pain pulsing within his head.

Stranger: It was just starting to get dark when he'd been kicked out of the physics lab after a good sixteen hours of being locked away in there, working on his AI tirelessly. Leaving and grumbling under his breath, Tony found himself walking around the apartments, too worked up to go inside yet. That's when he saw a body. "Shit," he cursed, thinking for a second that he's stumbled upon a murder scene, relaxing when he saw him breathing. Vaguely recognizing him, Tony moved forward to help. "Strange right? How... What happened? What can I do? Are you okay?"

Stranger: ((sorry got busy for a sec))

You: [Nah it's cool, I was gonna ask if you were there cause xfinity wifi is shit and around this late hour it tends to kick up lol]

Stranger: ((nah, its good!))

You: The taller teen felt his head starting to pulsate. His eyes went up to look at the other, completely bewildered to the reason Tony Stark was here. How.. admirable. He had been saved by the same guy who gets himself in trouble by staying in a room, tinkering. So that was the rumour at least. "..It is Strange." It could be taken as weird, or not. Stephen moaned out again when he could feel his hands starting to surge with pain. "Just- people. People. I'm not okay. It's winter and I have a bloody nose." He scoffed, attempting to stand upright without any help from his arms in any way. He had to steady himself oddly just to finally get up and tower over Tony. "..I'm guessing you got kicked out of that lab you're rumoured to stay in after classes?" He muttered low, trying to change the subject.

Stranger: At the mention of his lab, Tony felt himself blushing slightly. "I would have let eventually anyways, they just wanted it to be sooner rather than later. I would have paid the bills for that building if they would have just let me stay an extra hour," the young man huffed. Silence for a second as he watched Strange stand up, then he licked his lips. "Um, my roommate is out of town this week. Do you wanna... can you... I can help you out in my room if you need help. Or I can all the cops and get you to a hospital or something. I just... You need help," he ended awkwardly, keeping his hands stretched out in case he fell. "Please?" Tony looked up at him, feeling a lot shorter than usual, trying to remind him that him being tall didn't mean Tony had to have a crush on him. He did not need that drama in his life right now.

You: Stephen was about to say something along the lines of how he didn't need Tony's help, but he had let the thought pass over him when he heard Tony ramble on about the lab. Right, this was the same teenager who had a billionaire for a father. He could pretty much pay /every/ bill here. "..Mmmhm." The demeaning thought of telling Stark off had completely left his mind though when he stood there, completely bewildered among how he was acting. They did have a class together though, so that would explain why he at least knew the other a little more.. in no way. Tony Stark was pretty much the University's little attraction. Though Stephen had eyed the other like prey at the 'please'. It took a few hard seconds for him to think, then a deep sigh came along with his British accent- with a hint of Welsh. "You probably didn't do Professor Banner's homework anyway for Neurotechnology. I'll.. let you help. Why the hell were you coming here anyway?"

Stranger: "Shit, is that due tomorrow because I am really not in the mood to do it and I actually like Bruce and I hate that face of disappointment he gets. He has mastered the "not mad, just disappointed" face," Tony groaned before shaking his head. "I was gonna go home but I didn't wanna be stuck up there all alone not able to do what I need to for my work. Plus Rhodey's not home so there's no distractions there. But hey, means I found you before you passed out and died so that's at least something," he found himself slightly rambling before taking a breath and looking the other man over. "Are you okay to walk on your own or... well, I can't carry you, you are like a literal skyscraper. My place is just a couple of floors up and we can take the elevator so it's no biggie."

You: Again with the rambling. Stephen nearly smiled at the mention of the 'not mad, just disappointed face' and actually chuckled with a held poker-face. He was the master of never smiling, don't test the man. Though he simply nodded to Tony when he had kept going on about his work- then Rhodey, whom he had suspected was the other's roommate, and the 'passed out and died' comment. He even thought for a second with a click of his tongue- attempting to get a comment in before the other spoke again. "I likely would've just been extremely cold. In this kind of weather though I easily become sick. I bet if I don't get inside soon, I'm going to fall over alive and wail." With a steady shrug, he had slowly paced himself to come forward. Though he had pain rising in his head, he went ahead to manage it. He could do this. But the skyscraper comment made him stop and snort. "What? I'm.. actually? You're probably just short. I'll nickname you Tiny Tony. Teenie Tiny Tony. Pepperoni? That's too silly.. I'll stick to Tiny Tony." Usually, Stephen didn't talk like this at all. In fact, he hated it. But having a comfort around people who also were very intelligent was a weakness, so he decided to stick to the other's side and go back. "Elevator it is. You mind I steal a blanket? I don't know, Tiny Tony. I may get sick. Do you know how to fix a skyscraper?"

Stranger: Staying close to him, Tony rolled his eyes at comment about his height. "This is how you repay compliments? By treating your new best friend with such rude remarks? I am not short. I'm 5'8", which is a totally fine height for a dude," he damn near pouted. "If you keep calling me that, I will make you walk to my door before closing it in your face. and then you'll have to leave and walk back to your place all cold and whatever." Unlocking the main door and leading the way to the elevator, Tony looked him over again, trying to ignore most of the things, Tony really liked about him. "You can have all of Rhodey's blankets, he won't notice or care really as long as you don't get blood on them."

You: "Oh, excuse me, your beloved highness. I was too beaten up back there and I cannot comprehend my own wit. Do please lead the way to your throne where I will kiss your boots to shine." Stephen rolled his icy blue hues. Once they had actually came up to the main entrance though, Stephen glared down at Tony. He didn't know if the other meant it or not, but the comment and also insult about slamming his face in the door was a little out of hand.. which he couldn't really use. "You're gonna shut out the guy who has blood coming from his nose? That's cold." He had muttered something under his breath, too low for Tony to hear. He had said something to himself about how Tony was a jackass, though. "Alright. I'll get it out if you have like, lemons or lime then. Citrus would help to get the blood out if stained, pro tip for you." When they had gotten to the elevator, Stephen bit his lower lip. He recognized a boy in the corner of his eye- instantly hurrying in after Tony. Though when the doors shut, someone seemed to come zipping by- just barely missing the entrance. Stephen had sighed in relief.

Stranger: "What? Really? That is like the most useful thing I have learned all day and I've been working and researching stuff for about twenty-four hours straight," he nodded to himself, letting him into the elevator, barely catching a look of Steven's face that he really didn't like but couldn't quite put his finger on. "I don't have any citrus at home right now. I don't think I have seen a fruit in like three weeks now. But I'll send someone to go pick up some for me," Tony took off his coal, enjoying the warmer air of the building. When the elevator doors opened, Tony smiled softly at him before gesturing down the hall two doors away, walking there slower than usual to make sure that Stephen was okay walking still. "So... You gonna tell me who decided to try and make your face look like a Chicago deep dish pizza?" Tony asked casually, opening the door and letting him in the room. "Rhodey's bed is the clean one that doesn't have a million papers on it, sit down and I'll find the first aid kit."

You: The teen rose a brow. "I think you're odd with that comment. In a lab all day and the most useful thing you now know.. is about removing stains? My, my. How comical.." He chuckled low once more and with a straight face. He hated the thought of those three horrid teenagers coming to bother him and Tony, and he kind of wanted to do something about it. He could definitely feel the remorse in his gut. Ah hell. Stephen's great intuition had gotten up to him, and he looked around the second they got out of the elevator. "Can- Can we walk faster, Please?" He muttered out in a small voice, anxiety slowly rising when he saw someone. /Tiberius Stone/. "A-Ah.." Shit. He had no idea what Tony was referring to really all that well, but he groaned as he heard footsteps coming closer and closer. "-I think we're about to meet-" "/Strange/. I thought we left you behind here. Now you're gonna go have sex with Stark? Wow. You're totally trying to get on top of the food chain, huh?" Tiberus grinned, fixing his hair back. Stephen seemed to just stand there frozen. He didn't need this shit.

Stranger: Tony looked back when Stephen's voice changed, seeing three dudes that made him roll his eyes. Of course it was Stone and his goons. Stepping in between them casually, Tony spoke up, pasting on a casual and bored face. "Stone, fancy seeing you here, right outside my room. You gonna beg for a blowjob again? Because I gotta tell you, right now, Stephen here has a better chance of getting laid than you. You don't have to get all pissy just because you're jealous, babe," he smirked slightly before continuing. "If you don't want this to become a thing between us, Stone, you might wanna just leave now of else I'll casually slip in how... "well" you're currently doing in your classes to your father next time he comes over for a business dinner," he threatened, standing his ground and finally glaring at him a bit.

Stranger: or else*

You: This was totally not happening. Stephen was just frozen as he had to stand there, backed up against nothing but an open door he can trip and fall through- with two rich boys. He did /not/ fit here, but Stone was glaring daggers, and Stephen can't even hold shit. Damnit. He did though choke on the thought of imagining what Tony was saying- Giving /that guy/ a /blowjob/?! Holy /shit/. "Stark you have no business to deal with Strange. He's not strong, he's not handsome, and he definitely doesn't deserve anyone in life anyway." Ouch. Stephen flinched at everything Stone was spitting, but he rose a brow when he saw him back off with the business dinner comment. Huh. "..Fine then. Strange? Next time I see you talking to Hammer, I'm going to murder you next, fucking cripple." Jeez. The taller male watched Stone and his two petty friends walk off, forcing himself to walk inside. "..I'm sorry. I tried to make you walk faster.. He's just angry that I was helping him in Anatomy. Stupid, I know."

Stranger: Ooh, Tony really wanted to continue this fight, feeling angry enough to even try throwing a punch at him. Stephen didn't deserve all this, he thought glaring as he watched Stone leave. Once they were out of his sight, Tony joined Stephen inside, shaking his head. "You aren't allowed to apologize for that piece of shit, especially when you did nothing wrong." He huffed, suddenly having way too much energy to relax. "He's so terrible. I hate him. Ugh... Are you okay? You aren't gonna like have a panic attack right because I'm not even good at taking care of my own, and definitely not someone else's." Tony licked his lips, moving the tall man to sit on the vacant bed. "Sit. I'll patch you up."

You: Stephen felt like his entire world was just crumbling down. He could figure out what was being taken. Dignity, security, pride, health even with his instability right now and fear- It was getting to him now. He had just been standing there, all idle and waiting for something to happen. Maybe Tony would just force him out, Maybe he'd tell everyone that he had an affliction with Stone, and that he could go jump off a god cliff or something. But instead he was met with the same words he felt towards the damn teenager by another's voice. It had kind of reassured him, but there was nothing he could do about his state right now. "I-I don't know." His voice was weak, and small. Once moved to sit on the actual clean bed, he had slowly hid his hands into his lap- forcing his legs up as he shook in place. Black turtleneck and sweatpants now feeling loose from his loss of recollection, he decided to slip off the sneakers to the side of the bed. Tidiness usually kept him calm, so he absently was arranging the bed to be even neater. Once done, he waited for Tony to come back with the medicail aid kit. "..I denied his offer." The mutter came out so clear. "Stone was going to use me as a scapegoat and excuse to see you actually, in Neurotech'. He wanted to talk business about your father's company. But I'm not stupid.. Both grown men are pretty wild and don't know how to take care of the people they should love. No offense.. You hold yourself together perfectly fine though. I.. admire it."

Stranger: "Stephen, hey, I think you should take some deep breaths. You're kind of freaking out and it's freaking me out and neither of us want that I think, right?" Tony offered a small and worried smile, unsure of what to do. "You don't have to worry about Stane or Hammer or any of those assholes while I'm around. They know that if they try anything with me, I could end their whole families career. You're safe with me," he tried, setting the kit down on the bed, trying to decide on how to start and fix Stephen's face. "Don't admire me for being able to be smarter than those idiots. Trust me, a lot of times I go against them like that, I get all freaked out myself because like they could also really hurt me through our families connections, but they are too dumb to realize it. Also don't worry, I'm not like romantically into them if that's worrying you. I was just drunk and Ty was there and then suddenly I was on my knees and well, you know how that goes," he found himself rambling anxiously, pulling out a wet wipe. "I'm gonna clean the blood off your face, is that okay?"

You: "I..I'm alright. Maybe just very tired now. My bullshit radar is going off since I just got to see that cunt again, but you know, I'll.. I'll live." With a nod, Stephen confirmed his own statement without much hesitance. His head had snapped up to Tony when he looked up, raising a brow. "..Family business must be fun, Huh? All the rich kids seem to come here.." A hum. He didn't enjoy thinking about family life. His own was gone, anyway. "..Thank you though.. Truly." He was about to comment on the admiration part, but Tony had just gone off to ramble once again. It was pretty damn cute. He actually never pinpointed down rambling for stupidity, or anything. He found it more of an intellect thing; Stephen had standards, sue him. "Ah. Well, I wasn't worried about your sex life. Intoxication has a bad rep' to the body. It's alright. As for the admiration, I was more talking about how you keep away from the public. Whereas, Stone last week had apparently tried to get with a blonde who was quite rich from another state online. I suppose your father helps in a way, but you stick up for yourself /without/ money. You don't let pride run you, basically. And yes. You're free to clean it off. I.. kinda can't."

Stranger: "Oh. Yeah, I mean..." he looked at his lap for a second, trying not to blush at the compliment before shaking his head. "I don't really like being out there you know. I have too much to do. I rather work in a lab or study than waste my time with rich people politics. I hate it whenever I'm forced to go to all the rich people business stuff. I don't know why I can't just have all my money and then laos be able to do whatever I want with my time, you know," he shrugged, moving in closer and, as gently as possible, began cleaning him up. "Tell me if I hurt you at all," Tony said softly, quiet for a second. "I think you should stay here at least tonight. If you try to leave any time soon then Ty could be like waiting or something and I really don't wanna see you hurt again. Besides, if you have a concussion I'm supposed to wake you up every hour aren't I? I mean, if you want, you can go but like... you can stay." Tony said, not meeting Stephen's eyes.

You: Stephen grunted a bit when he had witnessed the other brush closer. It was a little weird, but he had been helped like this before plenty of times by people he never really got to know. So perhaps, this was just a very nice change of pace for him. He wasn't rich, but had money. He didn't always have a place to go or hang out really, but he got by. Truth was, Stephen was just a forgotten child by his family. Neglected, really. His father was a deadbeat drunk and mother was dead. His sister Donna was dead as well, and Victor.. well, let's just say he truly would take up his father's heir when the man dies probably. "Can't relate." He hummed. "But, I understand it." Though he nodded at the comment about hurting him, and blinked when he waited to feel the wet tissue against his face. Stephen actually leaned into it and didn't mind not meeting Tony's eyes- since he closed his own and hummed. The touch was.. nice. Affectionate, he could tell. Tony was quite nicer than the papers made him out to be, truly. "Mmm.. I'll just sleep over. I don't snore or anything, but I may have nightmares. So, if I'm up, your best bet is to force a pillow against my chest to remind me I can't use my damn hands."

Stranger: "Don't worry about nightmares. It'll be okay. I'll be up all night anyways so I'll wake you up the second I notice anything off about you," he hummed, cleaning the blood off slowly, revealing a mix of pale skin and dark bruises under there. "I'm so sorry about this. He... I'm gonna make sure this doesn't happen again," he said carefully, voice quiet before silence took ever again for a moment. Looking over his clean face, Tony smiled before licking his lips. "Okay... Anything else you want me to take care of?" He asked, moving a stray lock of Stephen's hair without thinking about it before blushing and then standing.

You: "Nightmares may be the least of my worries. I'll probably end up crying and wanted to throw up, but never will. But I appreciate the help. You've been too kind, Stark." He had to keep a low mutter with his eyes closed to allow the other even access to under his nose. Otherwise he could've made Tony rub blood over his lips or back up in his nostril, and that wasn't necessarily what he wanted. At the mention of Stone, the teen groaned as the only answer Tony would get out of him about Stone all night. He hated him, as well. "..Well." His eyes finally opened, showing that his eyes actually were now a more dull forest green in this poor kind of lighting. They morphed to an adoring icy blue otherwise, in brighter conditions. "One would ask for a blowjob and maybe a cigarette, but i'll gladly just ask for a glass of water, Thank you. And perhaps something to snack on if you don't mind.." The male said and did absolutely nothing about his hair being moved. It was rather nice.

Stranger: Chuckling slightly, Tony moved to the mini fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and looking at the food inside. "Do you want healthy or not healthy? We have like carrots and other veggies or like left over pizza and shit. Also, don't ask me to cook because I will burn the place down accidentally." Uncapping the bottle and walking over to him, Tony looked him over before thinking. "Unfortunately I don't have any cigarettes because my mom would murder me if she even caught a whiff of one and she is scary when mad but a blowjob could totally be in your future if you keep looking as good as you do even while all bruised up."

You: Fascination definitely came in different ways- more than one. But right now, Stephen was completely too drawn into Tony's act. He was brave, and definitely knew when to take charge when he could. Stephen figured he'd have to help him out with homework for sure- Ah /shit/. Right. Tony needed to do the homework, right? "Well if I look so damn good now, imagine me tomorrow when I watch you get the 'Not mad, just disappointed' look from Professor Banner. Let's see the homework, yeah?" Stephen smiled a bit and took the uncapped water bottle. He could still grip things, though not the best. He kept himself to lean just in case, though. A few sips, and he offered it back to Tony to take and hopefully cap it. "I'll take the leftover Pizza. I need some kind of meat on my bones, or fat." With a shrug, Stephen fixed himself to move more towards the far left side, to allow Tony to sit down on the right end so he can help with Tony's homework, his done and set into his dorm room.

Stranger: "Man of my own heart," he giggled, grabbing the pizza from the fridge and popping it into the microwave before totally freezing for a moment, remembering the homework he still hadn't done. "You are a life saver with that little reminder. Shit," he took the water and put it on the bedside table before handing him the pizza and scrambling through his messy paperwork on his bed, thankful for the fact that he would most definitely not need to sleep on said bed tonight due to working on his AI. Finally finding it, he let out a little "aha!" before sitting next to him and looking the paper over for a moment. "I... haven't been exactly paying attention in class if we are being honest here. I've been working on this huge big deal of a project and I haven't been able to get my mind off of it for like a month."

You: "Get me sushi and it's a party." He chuckled and waited for the pizza to come over to him. Though as he watched Tony freeze and have to remind himself of the homework assignment, Stephen bit back a smile. His lower lip came down so he sucked on it, nodding as he was given the pizza soon. "Well of course. You seem to be quite the busy guy as everyone assumes. Though it's nice. You get yourself in and out of stuff easily.. Though can't help to comment, can you?" He rose a brow. Stephen took a pretty good big bite of the pizza, enjoying the hell out of the food as he started to point at stuff on the papers. A few diagrams, a few long-answer questions, write a paragraph- Blah, blah. Stephen had gotten it down in just a few minutes during class, but he had to sometimes get Tony back on track. Though finally- Tony got to writing down the last answer, and Stephen had long finished the slice of pizza and had the water bottle half empty. Call him a pessimist. "Alright, neat. You finished in.. two or so hours. We still got some daylight to kill, though. Only.. 5:45. Are you gonna take me out to dinner now, Stark?" Stephen chuckled and lay back on the bed. "Sheesh.. My back feels like hell."

Stranger: Tony finally let out a long groan as he was finally able to cast the homework away, upset that it had taken him so long. "Ugh. My brain is fried. Is this why people sleep so much?" he lamented, falling back to lay on the bed. "We could order in, make the part of the date where I take you home and rock your world a little easier," he joked, looking him over. "Why does your back hurt? Did they hurt it? Can I help?" He asked, turning onto his side to face Stephen taking in the gorgeous profile the other man had. "I've tried making Rhodey let me get him a mattress topper but he refuses because apparently he hates being comfortable," he joked.

You: A few pretty low groans kept coming from Stephen as he was quite uncomfortable like this. Yeah, he kind of needed a more comfortable source. This Rhodey guy sounded /Strange/.. and that was his last name! "Probably. I get little sleep some nights due to nightmares and pain in my hands, but you know. I'll manage." The teen sighed and kept staring up at the ceiling. A part of him was telling him to rotate and kiss the other, but he seemed to comment back with a snark. "Or you can straddle my lap and call some burger joint. I feel unhealthy as is, why ruin the run?" Wow, Stephen was feeling mighty brave right now. Tony seemed to just radiate with the positivity that it was even effecting /Stephen/. And he was pretty damn cold and rude a lot. "-I think my back hurts just from slouching so much today. But maybe that, to. Stone specifically tried to go for my spine. Smart move.. I don't think he did damage, though. Pretty damn sore though.."

Stranger: Looking him over before giggling slightly, Tony got up. "Turn onto your stomach and take off your shirt, and yes, this is a ploy to see how cute your ass is," he teased before reaching under his bed and finding his box of fancy lotions, toeing his shoes off and waiting for him to turn around before getting up and straddling his body, one hundred percent pausing for a second to admire his ass before opening up a bottle of sweet smelling lotion and rubbing some on his hands. "I've always been told I have magical hands. Sure, that's usually about how good of handjobs I give but I can't see why it wouldn't also work on a back massage. Plus I have been waiting for way too long to get my hands all over you," Tony chuckled.

You: "Ah, then I shall warn you. I'm not the best taking things off or on. Bad hands." Stephen hummed at the thought of having Tony over him, thinking about it deeply. In all reality, Stephen would probably be the one topping Tony. Though.. in these circumstances, his chest hit the bed soon after and waited for the rich boy to sit down and help. His shirt got stripped off rather slowly, but he made it. "You refer a lot of yourself to when you've had sex.. I hope you know that you're much more than that, alright?" Stephen said with a firm and strict tone. He had stretched a bit- then crossed his arms under his chin after he pulled a pillow up and rested this way. "Mmmmmmm.. You can have your hands all over me if it's what you like, but i'd rather wait until we hang out a little more to get closer. Besides, I don't want to make your roommate feel awkward when he comes back." Stephen's eyes closed when he felt Tony start out though, moaning a little excessively into the pillow. He even had the idea to cry into it with the small kinks and joints that were bundled in his back being unknotted. It felt damn good after, but the pain was pretty bad.

Stranger: Tony couldn't help but pause at the firm affirmation that he was more before looking down, thankful that Stephen couldn't see the look on his face from that. "Of course I'm more than just sex. I'm also great at throwing my money around," he then tried to joke, not wanting to think about how people didn't really want to be in relationships with him past his money or sex. Smiling at his back, Tony began working out the worst of the kinks there, pushing hard and trying to put everything back in place. "You... You really want to be around me more? Like... Okay, do you mean more like friends or like... more, you know?" he asked softly, feeling unsure of himself. "I mean I've never had... a more sort of relationship before... But I wouldn't mind, you know?"

You: Stephen bit back the urge to moan even more. God, this was pretty damn great. He was totally going to somehow repay Tony, to. His head was spinning with the pain and pleasure that he kept feeling, making it hard for him to even register most words Tony said- Though he seemed able to get the gist of it all. "Mmm..You- Ah!- Fff.. You.. You're just trying to get people off your case. Nothing, Ah~ Bad w-with.. that.." Damn was it hard talking to the other when he kept having to moan out almost every single word. His heart had ended up lolling to the right in bliss though, turning it a bit so he could listen to Tony more. He would definitely need some time to do so, but forming a relationship with Tony didn't seem bad at all. In fact, they'd /both/ like it probably. "W-Well.. We could both, mm- benefit.. f-from it.. N-not just in one way. I-I don't like being too showy, but I may become jealous if I s-see you flirting with another and /meaning/ to g-get with them. I also don't e-enjoy using our relationship to get what we want from eachother.. Consent is a big thing f-for me.. But I truly wouldn't mind. You're not what people say.. You're- Ah, more nicer than I thought. Compassionate and helpful even."

Stranger: "I'm not a jerk, if we were like a thing, I would never like try to be with other people," he huffed before smiling gently, glad that the other man seemed to enjoy the massage so much. "I think we could work. At least for a long while. It would be nice to at least try it out..." he hummed softly, pressing a casual kiss to his shoulder before rubbing it again, adding more lotion to his hands as needed. "If we did do this though, you'd have to prepare for the fact that I am like not at all what tabloids say I am. I'm not a whore or like standoffish or whatever. You should actually talk to my roomie before you decide if you want this. He's like one of the only people in this world that knows almost everything about me. He'd tell you everything good and bad about me."

You: "Mm- Good to, Ah, Know." Stephen hummed in response. His back was definitely feeling so much better. He had purred back a response to the other's comment about them possibly being able to work out something, and the little kiss on his shoulder. It had actually given him quite a bit of pride, actually. It felt nice. The teen felt much better, knowing that someone so capable of helping him was a possible soul mate. That was kind of a big thing for Stephen- to finally be able to enjoy life, sit down, and just think of someone else for a change. Stephen always tried to fix himself for other people though, and if Tony never snapped at him for his comments- Then he was fully set on Tony. "I'm.. fine with- That, Ah.. Jesus fucking Christ- Ah! Okay, that one hurt a b-bit.. Your sure d-do work.. wonders.. I'll- I'll wait for him to c-come back, though. Maybe e-even prepare to meet the b-big protective roomie."

You: [It is the ungodly hour of 3am and I have no god damn idea how you've lasted this long with me, but i really appreciate it and wanna know if you got discord or anything because Stephen needs a wholesome mechanic in his life<3]

Stranger: ((I have email? but yeah it is also 3am here!!! idk how im awake))

You: [Me and my friend have been sitting here talking about how it's almost 3am and they're drawing a picture and it's fucking asmr for my e y e s, Email is cool even tho it's pretty unreliable, mine is rythymbeast@Gmail.com, we can keep going if you want but I think we should bounce lol]

Stranger: (( jayzanioulous@gmail.com for me but yeah i need to sleeeep lmaoo))

You: [Lemme just set this up in case- I really don't trust e-mail because I tend to forget so you should p r o b a b l y invest in discord or even kik if it comes down to it cause i heavily enjoyed this rp]

Stranger: (( i may have to do that lmaooo))

Stranger: got you!!

You: [ pl ease because i just checked my backup email and i just,, sw e a t emoji x44444 cause there's 3 ironstrange rp emails and 2 for thor/bruce that i need to reply to and i feel death coming]

Stranger: ((i will do that tomorrow but for now we'll save it on the email and then go from there?))

You: [perfectly fine]

You: [i gotta ask for you to leave first cause if i miss the chance to save the log i will actually cry into my bed, so ill shoot over the log and my reply then]

Stranger has disconnected.