#Bioengineering Homework Help

[alg3a]

muffins

viktor x f! reader

3.8k, MDNI, no use of (y/n)

description: Viktor had been so kind as to agree to help you out with your midterm prep, so you thought baking him muffins would be a great way to repay him. However, an accidental secret ingredient gets in the way of studying.

warnings: Age gap, roomie smut, more story than smut, p in v, sex pollen/serum (with pretty explicit consent), overall jolly good fun, no harm no foul, yippee!

a/n: inspired by @the-hidden-pages story, Human Testing because it’s one of the first viktor x reader fics i ever read and i STRONGLY recommend!

Any student should feel lucky to have the smartest men at the academy as their roommates. Being an undergraduate biochem student who had to work to pay her own tuition, going to lecture wasn’t always an option. That’s when you’d bake a tray of brownies or do some extra dishes and call in a favor from one of your roomies.

It happened all the time, which made you incredibly thankful to have one people-pleaser in the apartment. Jayce was always willing to put aside whatever he was doing and help you out on your Arcane Studies homework or your Bioengineering project. Last semester, finals week consisted of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on the rug of the living room, paper scattered all over the floor as you tried to decipher the grading scale of your Organic Chemistry class to see what the lowest grade on the test you could get was and still wind up with a passing grade (something Jayce had done plenty of times in his undergrad years).

Viktor, on the other hand, had gotten somewhat tired of your constant requests for him to backtrack and dive into knowledge he hadn’t tapped for years now. He was never particularly rude about it, but you were very perceptive. When you asked him to repeat an explanation once or twice, you noticed the growing exhaustion on his face that bordered frustration and you stopped asking for his help going forward. It wasn’t to his own fault, you could be pretty needy sometimes, so more often than not, you just asked Jayce.

Only, Jayce was out of town for a Hextech press conference this weekend, the weekend before you had your Arcane Studies midterm. In a heartbreaking display, he had apologized profusely for not being able to help, inches away from getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. You assured him none of that was necessary, and that you’d just stay up studying in the library or even reach out to your TA (who you’d never even spoken to before in class or outside of it, and who you were certain would be less helpful than Jayce).

To remedy your situation–even though you pinkie promised him you didn’t need him to–he took it upon himself to ask Viktor to help you cram study on Sunday night, the night before your midterm. While Jayce asked, you did your best to listen from your bedroom, the next room over. You heard some grumbling from Viktor and a muffled, yet compelling “She’s our roommate and she bakes us nice things” from Jayce.

Apparently that last bit must have been very rousing, because shortly after, Jayce was at your door telling you that Viktor agreed to a maximum of three hours of cramming that would begin no earlier than eight at night.

You worked for all of Saturday’s daylight hours, and then finalized your experimental serum for your Advanced Biochemistry project. For the biochem class, you’d been studying methods of enhancing senses for the first half of the quarter and your midterm project involved making a serum that could temporarily improve the performance of one human sense. Around three weeks ago, you and your classmates drew topics from a hat and your fingers emerged with “arousal” on a piece of paper. Needless to say, you were concerned. You thought the serum project would be fairly straightforward, and had already brainstormed ideas for vision enhancing serums or hearing aid serums, but arousal? You had to think out of the box for that one.

When you finished up your last touches to the serum, you were left with enough time at night to get ingredients to bake Viktor some muffins as a sign of your gratitude. You got enough stuff for twice as much as you would’ve made for Jayce and actually stuck to the recipe this time. Keeping Viktor happy was a very delicate ecosystem and there could be no tampering.

It wasn’t that he was a grump or even that he hated you, he was just too busy to want to help and too intelligent to want to backtrack. Once he had even looked at what you were studying and said, “I’d have to go too far back to help you.” That was inspiring.

You poured the contents of your tote bag on the counter.

On your better days, you and Viktor actually got along quite well. Those were the rare days when Viktor got more than three hours of sleep and ate a full meal before two pm. In his best conditions, the two of you were good friends.

The best days were when he and Jayce both come home early enough for you to make them a home cooked meal. Then you’d all curl up on the couch and watch a movie. The last time that happened, Jayce picked some superhero movie you’d never heard of and you and Viktor both fell asleep. You woke up the next morning asleep on Viktor’s chest with four blankets piled on top of you both. Jayce said he knew both of you ran cold, so he took the blankets from your beds. You and Viktor never talked about that night.

The exhaustion of your stressful Saturday had leaked into your studying Sunday, and in a tired stupor, you whisked together all the ingredients for the muffins and poured them haphazardly into the mold. They might not look pretty, but at least they’d taste good.

You pulled the freshly baked muffins from the oven and rested them on the stovetop. The sweet aroma of warm blueberry filled the apartment. It must have roused Viktor from whatever he was working on in his room, because he emerged a full quarter of an hour earlier than your agreed upon study time.

“Hey,” you said. “I made you some muffins as a thank you. They’re still hot, though, I wasn’t expecting you for another fifteen minutes.”

“That’s fine,” he said, setting himself at the kitchen table and sipping from a cup of coffee that had been there since Jayce was still in town. “Would you like to begin now?”

You grab all your study guides and homework assignments and your assortment of chicken scratch notes and slide them over to him on the table.

“Are your midterms cumulative?” He asked, finishing the remnants of his cold coffee.

“No,” you answered. Thank God. If you had to remember everything that was in the last midterm you’d be losing your mind right about now. “Everything past Arcane History will be on the test.”

“Mm. I see.”

He scans your notes for another five minutes.

“I’ll quiz you,” he decided, standing up to check on the temperature of the cooling muffins on the stovetop.

“Uh, okay.” You didn’t typically study by being quizzed, especially when you hardly went to lecture and didn’t even know most of the material. But you didn’t want to risk arguing with Viktor and have him decide to take his muffin to-go.

“Tell me why the Arcane can manifest in such unpredictable manners?”

“Because…” you started to think that maybe going to your TA wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Your TA was just a random graduate student. The roommate that was helping you study now was one of the inventors of Hextech, the researcher responsible for some of the greatest advancements in Piltover’s modern understanding of the Arcane. “...it reflects the intentions of the user.”

“Correct,” he says, affording you a rare Viktor smile. “Would you like a muffin?”

You had intended for the muffins to be entirely Viktor’s, but you hadn’t eaten all day and gods, they smelled good. Plus, it was like a reward for getting an answer right.

“Sure, thanks.”

You watch as Viktor plucks two muffins from the tin and comes back to seat himself at the table. He hands one to you and sorts through the papers you’ve scattered on the desk as he brings a small chunk to his mouth. You do the same.

Something tastes slightly off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s possible the ratio is off, and in your tired state you added too little vanilla extract or too much vegetable oil. Regardless, they’re not bad at all.

“Your notes are a little bit difficult to–” Viktor stops before finishing his sentence. He pulls out a sheet of paper from the pile and reads it, his eyes widening a bit as he does.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“These notes are from your biochem class,” he says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for just a few seconds over the piece of paper. “This is an interesting assignment…”

“Oh,” you feel your cheeks growing hot. “Sorry, that’s not supposed to be in there.”

You reach out to take the paper from him, but he pulls it back as you do. He’s still reading it. You’d really like him to stop reading about your own aphrodisiac serum, but your embarrassment is a bit unwarranted. After all, you didn’t make the serum because you wanted it, you made it because it was a graded assignment. Nothing more. So what if you did eventually garner interest in the topic. So much interest, in fact, that you did extensive research into the properties your serum could afford and spent long hours in your lab experimenting with it. Shamefully, yes, you had tried some of it. Mainly to test its efficiency but also out of plain curiosity. You had determined that it was safe, most importantly, but you’d also learned that it tasted horrible. To counter that, you’d added some–

“Oh fuck!” You shout as you scoot your chair so far back so quickly that it topples over. You stumble over your bag on the floor as you sprint to the kitchen.

“Is something wrong?” Viktor asks from his seated position.

“Don’t eat the muffin!” You exclaim as you run to the counter space next to the stove, your heart pounding.

You confirm your worst fear. The bottle of vanilla extract you picked up from the supermarket sits on the counter, the protective seal still intact. Your arousal serum, however, is halfway empty a few inches beside the extract.

You turn around slowly to face Viktor.

“It’s a bit late for that,” Viktor says, holding up the half of his muffin that remains. “Did something happen?”

You eye your own muffin on the table, half eaten as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you scrambled back toward the table where Viktor sat, the serum held tight by your hand. “You’re not allergic to anything, are you?”

“No,” Viktor says, eyeing you like you’re crazy.

Come on, just get it out already. You have to tell him, it would be morally bankrupt not to.

“I accidentally drugged you.”

Okay, maybe not like that.

Viktor just stared at you, his expression unchanged. You sort of just wished he would yell at you so that you could get the encounter over with, but no such luck. He just sat, unphased, until he picked up the notes he was looking at earlier.

“With this?” He asks. Even his voice is still even. You knew that if the roles had been reversed you would be fracking out, absolutely bouncing off the walls.

“Yes, but don’t worry I’ve done lots of research on this serum,” you say, taking the notes from Viktor and looking them over. You read the list two or three times, scanning for any sort of antidote for ingestion. You saw none. “How could I have not included an antidote?” You mutter, mentally beating yourself up.

“It’s okay,” Viktor said and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him from your notes. “It is safe, yes? It won’t kill us?”

“No, it won’t, but it’s a powerful aphrodisiac and I added half the serum to those muffins. If my math is right, you’re taking three times the recommended dosage.”

“But I only ate half the muffin,” Viktor counters. Again, you’re shocked by how unphased he is.

“Okay, then one and a half times the dosage,” you shrug off his comment as you look for anything in your notes that might reveal a way to undo this mess.

“I assume this means you no longer wish to study?” Viktor says.

“How are you so calm about this?” You finally burst out, slamming the paper down on the table to look at him.

Big mistake.

Once you see him, you become lightheaded and your knees buckle beneath you. You have to sit down to stop yourself from falling over.

“Are you alright?” Viktor asks.

“I-I’m fine,” you shake your head in an attempt to get some blood flowing to your brain. No luck.

“Since you’re obviously worked up about this, why don’t you tell me how it works and then we can go from there.”

“It’s a fast acting stimulant,” you say, burying your face in your hands. “The chemistry is irrelevant since I have no goddamn cure for it, but it works the same as any other aphrodisiac. It makes you susceptible to arousal and heightens it by three times at a normal dosage, and in our case… nearly five times.”

“Intriguing,” he says, eyeing the muffin that lays neglected on the table. “Such a strange class project. Aren’t there moral quandaries to be had for such a substance?”

“Yes of course there are, which is why I made it so that it only takes effect if there’s already a degree of attraction in place–”

You shouldn’t have said anything. Especially not when you’re so clearly affected by it in the presence of Viktor. Way to sell yourself out.

“So you’re saying…”

You groan out in frustration, but once you look at Viktor you’re reminded of why you had your face buried in your hands. Somehow every feature of his seems five times more beautiful than you normally regarded them. His perfectly angular nose, his narrowed amber eyes, his messy hair which fell in ways you could never recreate on paper…

“I have a feeling you know exactly what I’m saying.” You squeezed your eyes shut. If you couldn’t see him, he couldn’t torture you.

Or so you thought.

A tantalizing graze of his hand on yours shot shivers down your spine. You pulled away so fast that a few of the papers on the desk shifted from the shear force of the wind.

“Don’t do that,” you seethed, sucked your teeth as you pressed your eyes shut so hard that you saw stars.

“Because…it affects you?” His voice was raspy and slow, or maybe that’s just what the serum was making you hear. Every bit of what he was doing seemed five times as attractive as it would normally be.

You’d done such a good job at hiding your feelings for Viktor for almost a year now. Being roommates with someone you found incredibly attractive was no easy task. And now all of your efforts were thrown out the window because of a stupid baking mishap.

“You’re being cruel,” you furrow your eyebrows as you speak, your voice coming out whinier than you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he stifles a laugh. “Would you open your eyes?”

“I can’t,” you groan, shoving your hands against your face again. “It’s best if I just go to my room and wait it out. Thank you for trying to study with me but I’m just gonna have to accept a shitty grade tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling them down from your face so that you had to look at him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve taken biochemistry, and I certainly haven’t studied aphrodisiacs, but the effects should go away after the serum is put to use, correct?”

You thought back to your experimentation phase. All the nights you spent alone in your lab trying out the efficacy of the serum resulted in the effects dissipating once climax was reached. It had certainly been the least orthodox experimentation phase you’d ever undergone.

“Yes, that’s correct,” you say reluctantly. It takes every ounce of strength you have not to let your eyes explore Viktor’s face, then his long, narrow neck protruding his sweater, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a deep breath, then the sharp clavicle poking from–

Get yourself together.

“If you’re willing to retake the class–a class you should easily pass, given your access to the two most prevalent scientists in the field–then by all means, go to your room.” Viktor pulls his hands away from you, then picks up the muffin, peeling off the paper from the bottom. He picks off a piece and drops it onto his tongue.

“What are you doing? You’re just going to make it worse!”

He smirks at you, then sets the muffin back down. “It’s a very good muffin. You’re an excellent baker.”

Fuck.

“You’re playing with me,” you shake your head in disbelief.

“No, dearest, I am not playing with you,” he says, standing up from his chair, then moving toward you tantalizingly slow. He takes a seat on the table in front of you, then crosses his hands on his lap. “You’re smart enough to recognize the alternative I am offering to you.”

Your heart stops. You look at his half eaten muffin, although more than half is gone now with the addition of that last bite.

“You…” The idea is almost impossible for you to grasp, let alone put into words. “You want to expedite the process?”

“That’s certainly one way of putting it,” Viktor laughs. He reaches for a strand of your distressed hair and pushes it behind your ear.

“But you’re not even attracted to me!”

“What makes you think that?” Viktor says, retracting his hand, only to place it over yours on the desk.

“Because if you were, you’d be much more affected right now. I mean, look at me!” You gesture to yourself with your free hand. “I’m a mess! I’m on the brink of breaking out in a sweat and my hands are clammy and you’re just sitting there!”

Viktor laughs to himself as if he’s in on some kind of inside joke that you know nothing about.

“I’ve had lots of practice in concealing my excitement around you,” he finally says, slowly, seductively, the words dripping from his chin as his cold eyes bore into you.

“What?”

You know what he said. In fact, you understand it perfectly, but you can’t be sure it actually came from his mouth because it seems so perfectly unreal. So dream-like, so idealistic, so fantastical.

“You’ve done a good enough job at hiding your attraction, too,” Viktor says. “I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for tonight’s incident. Which is exactly why I’ve felt the need to hide my own.”

“You’ve liked me?”

You still can’t wrap your head around the idea.

“I’ve admired you,” he smiles, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, reminding you just how potent your little sex serum really is.

In fact, it’s so powerful that you hardly have to put any thought into leaping up from your chair and pushing your lips against his. Before you can third guess his affection, his hands are interlaced with your hair, pushing you deeper into his lips as his tongue begs to be let into your needy mouth.

Now it was clear to see how much the serum had actually affected him. In mere seconds, his hands grabbed at your thighs and pulled you up onto the table to straddle him with strength you didn’t even know he possessed. His breathy little moans sent you further into madness and you yanked his sweater off of his head, forcing your mouth off of his for just a few seconds, but once that sweater was off, your lips clung together like magnets.

Deft fingers unbuttoned your long sleeve shirt and he pulled it off your arms so quickly that you worried for a second that he might have ripped it. But you didn't care. You couldn’t possibly be concerned with a silly shirt when Viktor was beneath you on the kitchen table like a meal.

The serum didn’t exactly allow either of your minds to comprehend much foreplay. You fiddled with Viktor’s belt and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. Once both of you were exposed, he didn’t waste any time positioning you above his cock.

“So wet for me,” Viktor whined against your bare chest. “Is that the serum’s doing or is it mine?”

“Yours,” you whimper as Viktor slides his tip beneath your folds. “If it were anyone else in the room with me when I took the serum, I’d be unaffected.”

“I’m flattered,” he smiles cruelly as he thrusts up into you.

“Oh fuck,” you whine as your rest your heavy head on Viktor’s shoulder.

He brings his hands to your waist and guides you up and down as his hips meet your core in long, languid thrusts. The serum sets every single nerve on fire, making it seem as if each of his thrusts has the impact of twenty.

You moan muffled strangulations of his name into his neck, which only urges him to persist with his cruel thrusts. The sound of your cunt being abused fills the kitchen and you’re wildly thankful that Jayce is out of town.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Viktor pants. “You have no idea.”

You really did have no idea. He hid it so well. You silently thanked whatever force had caused you to accidentally throw the serum into the muffin mix.

“So have I,” you whined against his skin. “Fuck…don’t stop…”

Each thrust is punctuated by the creaks of the sturdy kitchen table below you. His motions become quicker, shakier, and more intense and you can tell he’s reaching the end along with you. Your legs begin to shake and you feel that familiar tickling sensation in your core that the serum does a beautiful job at emulating.

“Viktor, I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” you moan as you lift your head from the crook of his neck. You bring your lips to his and he delivers his final thrusts. As he fills you, your moans echo on each other’s lips, a feeling you never thought you’d experience with your own brilliant roommate.

Your breathing steadies and Viktor wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to him as he tries to collect himself as well.

“You…” Viktor pants, “are forbidden from using that kitchen ever again.”

You laugh as you bring yourself off of him, pressing a kiss to his lips as you collect yourself. “That sounds fair to me.”

[morosejackal]

The Cardinal Lifeblood

Had this cooking ever since I saw a post months back about the possibility of Blaze having a rival like how Sonic does with Shadow.

So here is my take on Sol’s little underwater facility secret: The Cardinal Lifeblood—Blink the Cat

I’ve written a little backstory for them below if it interests anyone, heh

Blue was the first color Blink had ever seen. It surrounded them in every direction. There was never a sky full of stars to sleep under, nor was there ever the bright light of the morning sun to wake to. The ocean was all they ever knew. That and their purpose. 

When Blink was allowed out of their chamber for the first time, their bare paws touched cold tile, their coat heavy with the liquid they’d been soaked in since their creation dripping into a puddle on the floor. Their creator looked them in the eye with an expression of awe. Blink hadn't been the first attempt in creating a perfected form of life. Blink’s creator, Director Enid Leclair had worked her entire professional career to achieve what she had only ever believed to be an unreachable dream, but when her efforts had paid off the moment those eyes opened to reflect hers, she knew she’d made history for the entirety of Sol.

The Cardinal Lifeblood breathes.

A sentient creature, one that could speak, listen, and perform. Stronger than any battery created— Blink was the newest battery to power The Keel, a facility deep below Sol’s oceans, the pinnacle of human advancements in science and engineering that resided on the seabed. It was comparable to that of an underwater city, untouchable like the myths in a storybook. It was the home to Sol’s many scientists, majority of them shunned by society for their participation and fascination with bioengineering. It was here that these individuals were tasked by Director Enid Leclair in creating a power source strong enough to maintain the entire system keeping The Keel running. They called it Operation Nightlight.

Blink’s DNA was composed of pure concentrated Sol Energy, taken from traceable remnants left behind in the aftermath of battles where the Sol Emeralds were used. It had taken years to develop what would become Blink, their DNA a complex code made from genetic engineering specialists. The prototypes before Blink had never developed appropriately, many never exceeding past stage three. After Blink was announced as the first to succeed, Operation Nightlight allowed The Keel of Seabed Enterprises to bloom into a large-scale production of new scientific discoveries and weaponry.

Blink was never allowed above the water’s surface for the years they were made to stay in The Keel. During their time in the facility they were trained daily to have control over their battery-like abilities, given pressure balancing rings to wear around their wrists called Venting Valves. They help Blink in maintaining normal levels of electrical activity within their body, that way they do not become so overwhelmed that they might explode. Blink received homework to educate them about what was above the ocean, and they were also taught defensive tactics in combat drills. They were often made to practice swimming outside The Keel to build up their endurance and focus, with their body able to withstand the water pressure so far down it also became Blink’s task to dislodge or fix any problems affecting The Keel’s outer shell that the humans couldn't do on their own. 

Life on The Keel wasn’t much better, but Blink had grown used to being treated as a tool. The scientists and workers that walked the halls were never too friendly with Blink; some ignored the cat completely. Director Enid was the only human who’d ever cared to speak with Blink like an actual person. Blink and Enid had a close relationship, one could say Enid was Blink’s mother from how she always asked Blink for their opinions on things or asked how she was— even the gifts Enid brought from the surface world to give to Blink were indicative of how much she cared for the feline. Blink might’ve felt alone and ostracized upon The Keel, but with the Director they felt at home. 

Until home was taken away. 

The Keel of Seabed Enterprises had been infiltrated. Blink had no clue what they could do, but upon seeing Enid being dragged down the hallway by what looked to be Sol’s imperial armed forces, the cat could do nothing but look on in horror. Enid had shouted something before she disappeared from sight, “I’ll be with you when the Sun rises, dear. I promise.”

And so Blink left behind the bodies of scientists and engineers, departing from The Keel and rising from the sea floor higher than they’d ever been. When they reached the surface of the rippling waves, they witnessed their first experience of the sky, took in their first breath of Sol’s air, and heard the sound of seagulls flying overhead. 

They saw their first sunrise.

Alone at sea.

[cricket-reader]

Inheritance

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox | Taglist

Summary: Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers know that their love is wrong. So they hide it with stolen glances and fleeting touches. Never enough to make the Avengers suspect. Their facade comes crumbling down when Tony outs them, and Steve is quick to deflect their beliefs. Now, Bucky has to find a way for both him and Steve to disappear before the consequences of their forbidden love catch up to them.

warnings: sick Peter, near-death experience, medical innacuracies, past child abuse, bad parent Howard Stark, human experimentation

word count: 7,466

A/N: prompt fill for day 11 of @juneofdoom | Cold Sweat | Experiment

{Read on A03}

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” The cheerful voice of Peter Parker echoes through the lab space. Tony looks up from the Iron Man schematics he was working on, failing to hide the fond smile that creeps up onto his face.

“Hey, kiddo. How was the field trip?” Tony would have never envisioned having a son—a teenager at that. He never thought he had what it took to take care of another human being—not when he could barely take care of himself on a good day. If it were any other child, he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle them. At first, he’d taken the poor kid in after hearing a sob story good enough for any orphan—first his parents in a plane crash, then his uncle in an armed robbery, then his aunt with cancer. It was honestly sad how much the kid had been through.

It’s not like he didn’t have the means to take care of a kid either. He had money, food, a roof to keep over his head—all that jazz that kids need. It’s not like he had anything better to do with Pepper off running the company, the Avengers in hiding, and Ross still refusing to let Iron Man help with any of the issues that popped up around the world.

But nothing could have prepared him for the curly brown-haired, doe-eyed boy that walked through the elevator with nothing more than an old, beat-up duffle bag and a backpack hanging on its last threads.

He knew the kid was smart—no one gets into Midtown School of Technology on a scholarship alone who isn’t, but he wasn’t prepared for the kid to immediately break out into an awe-struck rant about Tony’s scientific advancements and how it was an honour to meet one of the greatest minds. (Tony pretended to act offended by the kid’s words, saying he was the greatest mind, only for the kid to go on about Dr. Banner and Dr. Richards—he’s still not bitter about that, no siree).

Whilst Tony was completely out of his depth with this whole parenting thing, he learned that the kid loved to hang out with him in the lab, fiddling with his own little experiments or doing homework. It was so domestic that the Tony before would have probably been sick.

“It was awesome!” Peter discards his backpack underneath his personal workspace with a flourish. “We got to see Oscorp’s robotic dog prototype. It’s so cool. It even did a backflip!”

Tony raises a brow at him. “Oscorp? Really? A robot dog that does backflips? What’s the point of that? At least Stark Industries makes things that are useful. You’d think that a school as great as yours would go to a company that’s actually competent.”

“Oh, come on! Oscorp isn’t that bad. They had some other pretty cool stuff—like their huge bioengineering lab. It was so awesome! We got to see some of their projects. There were a bunch of radioactive spiders, which was kinda creepy—especially since one of them got loose, but they said it was okay; the one that escaped wasn’t harmful to humans. They said they were experimenting with cockroaches too, but that’s where I drew the line.” Peter sticks out his tongue, face twisting up at the thought of the creepy creatures.

“As long as you didn’t bring any creepy crawlies home with you, that’s fine by me,” Tony says, eyes narrowing at the thought of a stowaway spider getting loose in the tower. Peter laughs at him before going over to his lab station, where he’s been working on a project for his engineering elective.

Tony and Peter get lost in their heads, each working on their own project, Tony’s lab playlist playing in the background to disrupt the quiet. It’s only when Jarvis reminds them to take a break to eat that they pause. “How does pizza sound?” Tony asks, barely looking up from the schematics to his suit.

“Only if we can get Hawaiian,” Peter counters.

Tony’s head snaps over at him, his face screwed up. “You are an absolute heathen, Peter Parker. Pineapple on pizza is a crime—a federal crime. I should arrest you right now!”

Peter chuckles. “You wouldn’t arrest your favourite lab buddy, would you?”

“If he likes pineapple on pizza, I just might have to.”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Stark,” Peter goads. “It’s not that bad.”

“Not that—Not that bad? Are you kidding me?” Tony cries in mock outrage. “I am going to disown you!”

“Please, Mr. Stark,” Peter pleads, using his sad bambi brown eyes against his father.

Tony points accusingly at him. “Now that’s just not fair, kid.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” Peter pouts leaning his head closer to Tony with the saddest eyes Tony’s ever seen.

Tony playfully shoves his head away. “Now you’re just overdoing it. I guess I’ll allow you to eat that crime against food. But don’t think that I will ever forgive you for this betrayal. I really thought you were my kid, but no self-respecting Italian would ever go to the dark side like that.”

“Good thing I’m only like 50% Italian then, right?” Peter smirks as Tony grabs the phone to order pizza.

“That should be enough Italian to know that you’re committing an atrocity.”

Tony orders the food—one Hawaiian and one supreme pizza. Peter tells him more about the field trip as they eat—Tony interrupts every once and a while to tell him how Stark Industries is better. They go back to work in the lab when they’re finished eating, promises of a late-night movie hanging in the air.

The fever hits Peter like a freight train, slamming into him out of nowhere. He stares at the project in front of him, vision blurring together. His insides boil, skin flushed and damp with sweat. He sets down the screwdriver he was using on the table, blinking as the metal underneath it warps slightly.

“Pete?” Mr. Stark’s voice is muffled against the blood rushing in his ears.

A chill sweeps through his body, causing him to violently shiver as he stands up from the workbench. Vision blackening at the edges, he sways on his feet as nausea curls through his stomach. He grips onto the metal workspace in an attempt to steady himself, not seeing or hearing the metal warping under his fingers.

“Jesus, Peter,” he hears beside him as a warm arm is draped around his waist. The familiar comforting scent of his father sends another wave of nausea coursing through his body. Hunching over on himself, Peter swallows back the saliva gathering in his mouth.

“I’on’t feel so good,” he murmurs, head spinning as he attempts to make his way to the bathroom. He can’t get sick in Mr. Stark’s lab. He crashes into Stark, body trembling violently. Tony guides the kid to the restroom, most of his weight resting against the older man as he stumbles to the bathroom.

“I knew pineapple on pizza was bad, but I didn’t think it was that bad,” Tony says, a poor attempt at humour to disguise the terror flooding through his veins. This is the first time Peter has gotten sick under his care—and it definitely hadn’t escaped his notice that the kid had bent fucking metal with his bare hands.

Peter groans from over the toilet, arms wrapped around his stomach. Tony grimaces, placing a hand on the kid’s back. He recoils upon feeling the damp fabric under his skin. Brows furrowing, he asks Jarvis to run a scan. “I’m going to call in a doctor, okay, Peter?”

“Don’ leave,” Peter cries, pathetic, tear-filled eyes shining up at him. Tony’s heart twists inside his chest at the sight.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, kiddo,” Tony says, brushing back the damp hair sticking to Peter’s forehead. “Jarvis, can you get a doctor, someone close by. We need to get him checked out right now.”

“Of course, sir. Dr. Cho is in one of the labs a few floors down. Would you like me to summon her?”

“Yes, tell her it’s urgent.”

“Of course, sir. Upon your request, I have scanned Mr. Parker. It would appear that his body temperature is dangerously high. I would recommend getting him down to the medical bay as soon as possible.”

“Peter, buddy, I need you to get up,” Mr. Stark says, voice tight. “C’mon, kiddo. Let’s get you down to the med bay.”

“I’m tired, Mr Stark,” Peter whines in protest, eyes drooping and head dropping.

“No, come on, Peter. Don’t pass out on me now.” Tears burn at the corners of Tony’s eyes, his heart beating frantically as he wraps an arm under Peter’s arms. He helps Peter stand up, holding him up as his body sways dangerously.

“I don’t feel so good, Mr. Stark. What’s… what’s happening to me?” Peter chokes on a sob as his vision fades in and out. His entire body trembles with the exertion of standing. His body feels like it’s on fire.

“I don’t know, buddy,” Mr. Stark says. “We need to get to the elevator, okay? Just hang on a little longer.”

With great difficulty, Peter and Tony stagger to the elevator. Peter’s knees give way from underneath him three times, and he crashes into Tony’s side at least five separate times before they finally make it to the elevator. Tony holds onto Peter as the elevator descends, his heart breaking as the kid shakes with the force of his sobs. “It hurts,” he wails, clutching on tight to his father’s arm. Mr. Stark doesn’t have the heart to push him off, even if the grip his kid is using is strong enough to leave bruises.

The elevator arrives on the medical floor, where Dr. Cho and two other doctors are waiting for them with a gurney. They help Stark load him onto the gurney. Peter doesn’t let go of Mr. Stark’s shirt as they wheel him to the nearest medical room. He snivels fretfully as the doctors try to make him let go of Mr. Stark.

“Please, no,” he whimpers. “I want my dad! Don’t leave me, please!”

Mr. Stark’s heart stops in his chest, staring uncomprehending at the kid. He’s never called him that before. The tears he’s been pushing down begin to creep down his face. “It’s okay, kiddo. I’m right over here. They need to look you over, but I’m staying in the room, okay? You’re going to be alright.”

Peter mumbles something back, incoherent as his eyes roll back in his head. Tony’s entire world stops as Peter grows eerily still, eyes closed and tears shining on his cheeks. He can’t hear what the doctors are saying over the buzzing in his ears. His lungs do overtime as he watches his son get poked and prodded. His heart rate is abnormal, his temperature is rising higher and higher with each passing minute. Oh god, he thinks, this can’t be how I lose him. Not now, not so soon. He just finally started to relax around me; I can’t lose my son, not like this.

“-ter Stark? Mister Stark?” a voice drifts through his internal chaos. He looks up to see Dr. Cho standing over him with furrowed brows. Blinking, Tony briefly wonders how exactly he ended up on the floor before standing back up.

“What’s wrong with him?” Tony asks, voice garbled with gravel. He glances back over to his son, pale and shivering on the hospital bed.

“We found a spider bite on the back of his neck. Has he been outside the country or somewhere that he could have come into contact with any dangerous spiders?”

“Fucking Oscorp,” Tony mutters, murder in his eyes. “He went on a field trip to Oscorp today. One of their lab spiders got loose. They said it wasn’t dangerous!” Tony fumes, pulling up his phone to call his lawyers. He was going to sue Oscorp so hard, they’d be drowning in legal fees for the rest of their miserable lives.

“Did they do any experiments on the spider before it bit him?”

“Hell if I know,” Tony grumbles.

“Statton, get samples right now. We need to make sure the patient didn’t contract anything from the spider.”

“On it!” the younger man chirps, digging through one of the drawers.

Tony curses under his breath as he pulls up Oscorp’s website—an announcement of a science panel with radioactive spiders set for this upcoming Friday is displayed on the front page. “The spider may have been radioactive.”

Tony watches as Cho’s face blanches, and a pit settles in his stomach. This is bad, really bad.

“What can you do? How can we help him?” Tony asks, ready to pull out his hair. He had always joked that the kid was trying to give him grey hairs because he was always so clumsy and had the self-preservation skills of a moth drawn to the flame. This, though… this really took the cake.

“We can give him treatment for the radiation, but nothing like this has ever been documented. I’m not entirely sure that it will do anything at this point. We’ll give him drugs to help alleviate the pain and put him to sleep.” Dr. Cho looks back at the kid. “You should stay with him. The drugs should be taking effect soon, but I know he’d want you by his side.” She gives him a pained look before making her way to the door.

Which… no… this can’t be it. He has to be okay. He’s going to make it, he just has to.

Sighing, Tony trudges over to Peter’s bedside. Peter’s entire body shakes, silent tears roll down his face—Tony’s certain the image will haunt him for the rest of his days. He grabs onto one of Peter’s hands; they’re clammy and incredibly warm. He hopes the contact is comforting—hopes that Peter knows that he’s there—he’ll always be there for his kid, always.

“Is’so cold, dad,” Peter croaks, slurring his words. Tony’s heart leaps, eyes darting to Peter’s face. Tears creep down Tony’s face; he’s never been so terrified—not in Afghanistan, not in Monaco, not at the disasterous night at the Expo, not when he flew that nuke into space, not when Wanda showed him his worst nightmare, not when Steve tried to kill him with that damn shield—nothing could ever hold a candle to the sight of his child, his precious Peter lying in a hospital bed, looking like death warmed over.

“It’s okay, Peter, you’re gonna be okay,” Tony choked out because Peter had to be okay. He had to make it out of this okay. He couldn’t bear to think of the alternative. “Just get some rest now—let the drugs do their job. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“It hurts,” Peter mewls, face scrunching up. “Make it stop, Dad, please make it stop.”

Tony chokes on a sob, reaching up to wipe the sweat off of Peter’s forehead. “The drugs should kick in soon, okay, buddy? Just hold on. You’re being so strong, kiddo. Just hold on a little longer.”

He continues to hold his son’s hand as he shivers and sobs. “Dad?” Peter mumbles, eyes drooping. “Am I going to die? I don’t wanna die. Please, I don’ wanna die, Dad.”

Tony’s heart stops in his chest, his insides feel like they’ve been carved out and filled with lead bricks. “You’re not going to die, kid,” he says, hating the fact that he might very well be lying to his son. “You’re not allowed to die, y’hear me?”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter blinks up at him, confused, and his eyes glazed over. “I love you, Mr. Stark… is that okay? I… you’re the best dad ever. I’m sorry.”

The tears Tony’s been trying his best to keep hidden stream down Tony’s face, heart aching. Tony can’t take this—he swears if the kid keeps saying shit like this, he’s going to carve out every piece of Tony’s blackened heart. “Why are you sorry?”

“You don’ like the whole ‘feelings’ thing. It’s okay if you don’t love me too, or think of me as your son… I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to… I just… You’re a great dad.”

“Oh, kiddo,” Tony gasps, clutching Peter’s hand tighter. “I… I love you too. You’re… you’re such a great kid. Get some rest, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Peter doesn’t fall into unconsciousness, however. The pain remains front and centre, hot and burning.

“Why aren’t the drugs working?” Tony yells at the poor nurse that’s monitoring Peter’s condition.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know,” the nurse stammers, fiddling with the medical equipment.

“Dr. Cho said that they should have taken effect soon, that was like fifteen minutes ago. I don’t know what constitutes for ‘soon’ in the medical world, but it’s not good enough. My son is in pain, and whatever drugs you guys gave him aren’t helping.”

“Mr. Stark, I’m doing everything–”

“You’re not doing enough, can’t you see how much pain he’s in?” Tony questions, gesturing wildly to the boy on the hospital bed. His entire body is flushed red, tiny whimpers and groans escape from him even if it’s clear he’s trying to hold back.

“I’m sorry, I can’t administer any more drugs–”

“Why not?”

“I’ve already given him the max dosage for a kid with his weight, any more could severely damage his brain or even kill him,” the woman explains.

Tony exhales shakily. “So what? He’s just… he’s just gonna have to go through the pain?”

The nurse purses her lips. “I’m afraid so. I paged Dr. Cho, but I don’t know if even she’ll be able to explain this.”

Tony feels as if his strings have been cut. He collapses into the chair at Peter’s bedside. If—no, when Peter makes it through this, Tony is never going to let the kid go on another field trip—scratch that, Peter is never leaving Tony’s sight after this. He’ll wrap him up in bubble wrap and keep him high in the tower where nothing can touch him.

He never understood why parents were so highly overprotective before. Now, though, he completely understands.

Tony spends the night at his son’s side, wiping away the sweat and tears from his face. Peter never falls asleep, too uncomfortable, too anguished to even get in the slightest wink of sleep. Let it be said that Tony is not a religious man—he’s probably the furthest from it, but for the first time in a long, long time, he prays. He prays to a god he isn’t even sure is there because he doesn’t know what else to do.

By the time the sun creeps back up, Tony and Peter haven’t slept a wink. The nurses and doctors had flitted in and out of the room the entire night, checking up on him, collecting samples for tests, doing anything they could to help the poor child.

Pepper, having just arrived from Stark Industries’ Los Angeles division, sweeps into the room with a cup of black coffee and get-well soon presents. Tony sets the coffee aside, grateful for the gesture, but entirely unable to even think of consuming anything at the moment. Meanwhile, Pepper fusses over the scratchy blankets, fixes Peter’s damp hair and holds back the tears threatening to surface.

Dr. Cho walks into the room, face grim. “Mr. Stark, Miss Potts, can I speak to you outside, please?”

A boulder settles inside Tony’s stomach, the worst scenarios flipping through his mind at an inhuman pace. He nearly topples over upon standing up—Pepper comes to his rescue as she supports him. They walk out of the room, arms linked and dreading the words that may follow.

Dr. Cho shuts the door behind them. “There’s something wrong with Peter.”

“Yeah, we know that already,” Tony says, furrowing his brows.

“No, Mr. Stark, you don’t understand… His DNA… It’s completely changed.”

“How is that possible?” Tony questions.

“It shouldn’t be possible. If anything, the radiation could have caused damage to his DNA—breaks or deletions—this… I’ve never seen something like this before.”

“What does that mean for Peter?” Pepper asks, clenching her hand around Tony’s bicep.

“I don’t know,” Cho says, sounding more defeated than she ever has before.

When they go back to the room, Peter’s eyes are closed, chest rising and falling rhythmically. It’s the most peaceful Tony has seen him since they sat down to enjoy their pizza. He wishes Peter would stay this way, wishes he would never be in such pain again.

It’s too much to hope for, he knows, but that doesn’t stop him from holding onto the fragile hope that maybe Peter could come out of this okay.

Peter wakes up ten hours later. In that time, Pepper somehow managed to convince Tony to eat something and change into a new set of clothes. It’s only due to the fact that there was a restroom attached to the room Peter was staying in that he did the latter. She tried to get him to take a shower—to get some of the grease from his arms off, but he shrugged her off, saying that he’d do it when Peter was okay again. She just gave him a sad look that he didn’t want to dissect.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter murmurs, sitting up on the bed.

“Woah there, kiddo,” Tony gently pushes his kid back to the bed. “I don’t think you should be getting up so soon. Jarvis, call the doctors.”

“I feel fine, Mr. Stark,” Peter protests.

Tony narrows his eyes at the kid. “You said the same thing when you had an allergic reaction to that salmon I gave you.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Peter says.

“You wouldn’t stop throwing up! I thought you were going to hack up your stomach at the rate you were going!”

“Mr. Stark, you’re exaggerating! Besides, I feel completely fine now.”

“You were bitten by a radioactive spider. I don’t think anyone just walks away fine.” Tony grabs Peter’s glasses from the side of the table and hands them to him.

Peter takes them from him and puts them on. “Woah,” he immediately removes them from his face. “Why are they so blurry?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t see out of them,” Peter explains, brows furrowing. “…I can see just fine without them.”

“Peter, you have terrible vision. You’re not seriously telling me that suddenly it’s all just magically fixed,” Tony says, disbelief coursing through his tone.

Dr. Cho walks into the room in a flurry with a few nurses. “Peter, how are you feeling?”

“I feel completely fine,” Peter says.

Dr. Cho raises a disbelieving brow. “Okay, we’re just going to run some tests on you, is that alright?”

Peter nods his assent, sending the nurses into a flurry of movement. Tony watches, heart teetering on a precipice as he watches them check over his son.

When Dr. Cho pulls him aside later, results in hand, she tells him, “Peter shouldn’t have survived this. It’s a miracle he is alive.”

The words echo through his head, sending him back to that cold, damp cave where he was once told the very same thing. “So, how did he survive?” Stark asks.

“I don’t know.”

The answer doesn’t sit well with Tony. If there’s one thing that bothers him the most, it is the unknown. Whether it be worlds beyond theirs or an inexplicable cure to his son’s ailments, he needs to know the answers.

Pepper sighs upon seeing Tony drowning in notebooks of research down in the archives, where he shoved everything SHIELD had given him from his father. Every other route had come up empty, so now he’s left grasping at straws.

“Tony, you’re not going to find anything down here,” she says, exasperated as ever. “Why don’t you just give it up? Miracles happen sometimes. Maybe you should just be glad Peter made it out okay.”

“But what if he didn’t? What if it’s a fluke? What if he gets better only to get worse later on?” Tony questions, not looking up from the worn notebook.

Pepper frowns, stepping around the scattered papers to reach him. She lowers the notebook in his hands and fixes him with a firm look. “That’s a job for the doctors. He’ll be kept under observation for another week, just as you asked.”

Tony huffs, running a hand through his grease-ridden hair. “They haven’t been able to explain anything about his condition, Pep. If they can’t get answers, I gotta get ‘em myself.”

“Tony,” Pepper’s mouth purses, “the world doesn’t rest upon your shoulders. It’d do you some good to remember that every once and a while.”

Tony’s heart skips a beat, tears gathering in his waterline. “I’m supposed to protect him, though. He’s my son.”

“I know Tony, I know,” she coos, resting a hand on his unshaven cheek. “Just, please, don’t destroy yourself in the process.”

He finds the answer two days later, hidden in a small black notebook. He never knew something so unassuming could hold something so world-shattering. He pores over the pages time and time again—seeing but not really believing. Each readthrough draws him further and further from reality. The earth crumbles beneath him with each handwritten word until nothing is left but him and his father in that cold sterile lab.

He can almost see it now, memories suppressed so deep, he’s not even sure they’re real. The feeling of a cold table, of leather straps and pointy needles. He remembers crying—remembers the fire licking through his veins with each attempt. Remembers Howard yelling, screaming at him because it isn’t working, god dammit! Why can’t you just be as good as Steve?

Tony gasps back into reality when he feels a hand against his back. His cheeks are wet, hands trembling around the damning notebook that confirms everything his brain dredged up.

He half-convinces himself that he’s hallucinating when he sees Peter crouching over him, brows furrowed.

“Peter?” Tony snaps the notebook shut. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on bed rest.”

“Pepper sent me, said you needed me.”

Tony’s heart clenches as he looks at his child—a boy he brought into this world without knowing the risks involved—without knowing that his DNA was tainted. A surge of anger pulses up beneath the surface—what if Howard’s foolish tests had endangered Peter’s life? What if instead of being the thing that saved him, it was the thing that damned him? What then?

“What’s that?” Peter asks, gesturing to the notebook. Tony swallows, his throat suddenly as dry as a desert. He opens his mouth, once, twice, then closes it. How does he explain to Peter that there’s a pretty good chance the only reason he’s alive right now is due to Tony’s piece of shit father?

It’s the one thing Tony’s been putting off since he met Peter, telling him about his grandfather. Every time he came up, Tony expertly segued the conversation into something more comfortable—just as he does every time the media asks him about his father. He knew he couldn’t avoid it forever; he’d just hoped he’d have a little more time. But now that Howard’s actions directly affect Peter, it would only be sensible to disclose at least part of Howard’s abuse.

“I need to tell you something,” Tony says, his throat coated with sludge.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… um… is it… can we maybe go upstairs? Grab something to eat? I’m starving! How about you?” Tony jumps up from his spot. Peter blinks at Tony’s turnaround attitude, but nonetheless, follows him to the elevator.

Tony’s hands are still shaking by the time they reach the communal floor.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Tony asks for the third time since getting in the elevator. “We can go back-”

“Mr. Stark, I’m fine! Promise. Plus, if anything goes wrong, Jarvis will alert the doctors.”

“What if they can’t get up here in time?”

Peter sends him an unimpressed look. “They are two floors away. And that elevator defies the natural law of elevators.”

“No such thing-”

“You worry too much, Mr. Stark.” Peter laughs—as if Tony’s worry was unfounded.

Normally Tony would make a throwaway, smart-ass remark—something like “Then stop giving me reasons to worry,” or “Do you know how bad it would look if I got a kid and lost it in less than five years?”—but he is rubbed raw, each and every nerve exposed, like a live wire set to blow.

So, he says, “You’re my son. It’s my job to worry about you.”

Peter’s laughter is cut short. His eyes blow wide like Tony had said the most unbelievable thing. Tony can practically hear his heart skip a few beats in his chest. Clearly at a loss for words, Peter ducks his head. Which only tells him one thing, Peter doesn’t remember what he said in his delirium, doesn’t remember what Tony said in response to him.

They stop at the centre island; Tony places the notebook on the countertop before separating to dig around in the fridge for something edible. Peter plops down on one of the stools, fidgeting with his fingers all the while.

“So what did you want to tell me?” Peter asks once Tony has pulled out an array of fruits and vegetables suitable for a snack to hold them over until dinner.

Tony visibly tenses, his hold on the carton of blueberries denting the flimsy plastic. He wishes there were a manual for this sort of thing: How to tell your son about being experimented on by your own father. He watches Peter pop a raspberry in his mouth, eyes wide and inquisitive as always. Looking at him like this, so pure, so happy, makes Tony want to protect him from the truth. He never wants Peter to know of the evils the world holds. But to hide such pertinent information from him would only cause him problems.

“My father wasn’t the greatest… father,” Tony starts, “He uh… he never really wanted a kid so much as he needed one… to take over the company and all that.”

Peter frowns around the strawberry he’s biting into.

“I avoided this conversation for obvious reasons, but… now that your life is being directly affected by his stupidity, I suppose now is as good a time as any,” Tony finishes with a flourish, stuffing a few blueberries in his mouth. He hopes that Peter doesn’t notice the tremor in his voice, the shining of his eyes, or the trembling of his hands.

“God,” Tony huffs, “There’s no easy way to say this.”

Peter glances at the notebook abandoned at the edge of the island, wipes away the red juice dribbling down his chin. “Would you rather me read it?”

“No!” Tony snatches the book, clutching it to his chest. No child, much less his precious Peter, should be subjected to Howard’s clinical notes—how cold and indifferent he was to his own child suffering and calling out for help and-

“Sorry,” Peter says, shrinking in on himself. Tony’s heart fills with ice at the sight. He used to do that whenever Howard snapped at him. Does Tony instil the same fear that Howard did? Does Peter feel the same dread seep into his bones whenever Tony walks into a room? Does he yearn for the moments away from him?

“Peter…” Tony clears his throat, trying to rid the emotion clogging it. “Do you think I’d ever hit you?”

It’s something he’s always feared. Even before he knew of Peter, Tony was scared that the cycle of abuse would only continue—that he’d turn into his worst nightmare one day. Tony’s entire well-being hangs in the thread of Peter’s hands right now, and he doesn’t even know it. It is a blow he’ll never recover from, being told that he is no different from his father.

“What? Of course not!” Peter splutters, shock coating his face. “Why would I ever think that?”

Tony practically collapses, relief flooding through his veins. He fights back the tears as he says, “It’s my greatest fear. To become my father. I never want you to be scared of me.”

“Mr. Stark…” Peter trails off, his brows creased so deeply, Tony’s half-afraid it’s going to stick that way.

“Howard experimented on me as a child. I didn’t… I didn’t remember until now. These are his notes.” Tony continues forward, better to rip off the band-aid all at once, after all. “I shouldn’t have survived Afghanistan. Whether it be the bomb, infection, or whatever else, it was a miracle that I survived. And then you… Cho said the same damn thing about you, and I couldn’t let it go. Howard was trying to recreate Erskine’s Super Soldier Serum. He obviously failed, but hey… at least he saved our lives, right?” Tony lets out a chuckle, a bit hysterical at this point, but can it really be blamed with all that he just found out?

“Mr. Stark… I… I’m so sorry,” Peter says, tears welling up in his eyes. “I… I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have brought him up so much-”

Tony waves him off. “No sweat, kid. It’s not that big of a deal anyway. I just… um… yeah.”

“Um… it kinda is a big deal,” comes Peter’s rebuttal. “Your dad experimented on you when you were a kid. He… he abused you. That’s not… that’s not okay.”

“That’s not… I wasn’t trying to dump that all on you, kid. Jesus, fuck, sorry, don’t repeat that,” Tony narrows his eyes, pointing a finger at Peter. “You don’t have to… It’s really not that big of a deal. I just thought you should know that, I don’t know, your grandfather saved your life? Yippee. I should get the papers down to Cho, make sure she knows, just in case it affects you-”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter interrupts, standing from his stool and dashing around the counter.

Tony is about to scold him for exerting himself when only three days ago he was bedridden, but is cut off by Peter slamming into him. Blinking, Tony looks down at his kid, clinging onto him like an octopus. He swallows down the emotions threatening to boil over and carefully wraps his own arms around Peter.

“I’m sorry he hurt you,” Peter mumbles into Tony’s shoulder. He pulls away only slightly—just so he can look him in the eye— “But I want you to know that you could never be like him. You’re a great father.”

Tony chokes on air at Peter’s words, tears springing to life.

“I love you, kid,” Tony says, not even trying to hold back the emotion that coats every word.

“I love you too, Mr. Stark,” Peter hums, burying his face into Tony’s chest.

Tony bites his lip. “You called me dad when I brought you down to medbay.”

“What? No, I didn’t!” Peter exclaims, face turning beet red.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

In the days following, Peter is finally released from the watchful eyes of doctors in medbay. Tony wanted to homeschool him, but Peter was adamant about finishing off the rest of his years at Midtown. Luckily, spring break had arrived, meaning that Tony had a little more time with Peter to hover incessantly.

“Maybe I should get sick more often,” Peter remarks when he walks back into his room to find it filled with LEGO sets that he’d been wanting for years. “How’d you even get this one? They retired it like three years ago!”

Needless to say, their days were spent watching movies, playing with LEGO, working in the lab, and trying to figure out Peter’s new abilities.

The peace didn’t last, however.

Word came around fast that the Accords had been repealed. Each Rogue Avenger was to be pardoned, reinstating them back into the United States and clearing their fugitive status. It didn’t catch Tony by surprise, if only for the fact that he was one of the big players in getting the documents repealed—he had been from the very beginning, not that the Rogues ever cared enough to look deeper. He was playing the long game, the smart game all along—tried telling that to them too.

Regardless, the Rogue Avengers were meant to live at the Avengers Tower as a condition of their pardon. Just until they got everything sorted out.

They hadn’t spoken directly to Tony since their return. They hadn’t needed to. The tension settled like a storm cloud the moment they stepped inside. Every time he ran into them in the shared spaces, the room crackled with unresolved resentment. The wounds from the Accords and the events surrounding were still raw for each member.

And though they haven’t said much, their silence spoke volumes. Cold shoulders. Watchful eyes. Like they were waiting—hoping—for a reason to confirm the narrative they’d clung to since the beginning: Tony Stark was a selfish, arrogant, asshole.

Which was just fine with him.

His entire life has been built upon a facade of indifference and arrogance. People thinking the worst of him without daring to look deeper is nothing new. It shouldn’t sting the way it does when Natasha avoids looking into his eyes, when Steve frowns in disapproval every time he sees him, when the people he hoped could become the family he never had look at him with unmitigated disgust.

The only thing that he cares about is how the team interacts with Peter. He set up an alert system. Call him a helicopter parent, but every single time the Rogues interact with Peter, he’d watch the interaction to make sure that the Rogues didn’t take out their hatred for him on the most wonderful kid he’s ever known. And they don’t.

Peter, not knowing the terms of their estrangement, greeted them with poorly veiled enthusiasm. He stuttered and blushed when asking Captain America to sign his comics. He lit up when Clint showed him around the vents, all the best secret hiding spots that Tony had made specifically for Clint back when they were redoing the tower. He always lost his tongue whenever Natasha talked to him. The Rogues invited Peter to their movie nights, invited him to share dinner, and to hang out in the training centre—and Peter declined most of them because he wanted to be with Tony.

On the one hand, it made him incredibly smug that this beacon of light chose Tony over all the others, but on the other hand, it made him feel incredibly guilty. “You know,” Tony said one night, scraping his fork along the container of Thai food, “you don’t have to keep declining their invites to hang out with your old man.”

Peter looked at him, finishing what he was chewing before saying, “If they don’t make an effort to include you, then I don’t want to hang out with them anyway.”

Tony didn’t know what to say to that, so he just continued eating.

Tony is in the lab, working on some upgraded tech for the Rogues, when Steve rushes into the room. Not even looking up from the Widow Bites, Tony asks, “What can I do you for this fine afternoon?”

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?” Steve fumes, body tense.

It’s only then that Tony looks up, brows furrowed. What the hell did he do this time? Before he can even open his mouth to question the righteous fury pouring off of the blond, a fist connects with his jaw, sending him to the ground. Without another word, Steve storms out of the lab.

He raises a hand to his jaw, the skin tender to the touch. Wincing, he pulls it away only for it to come back red-stained. Tony groans as the blood trickles from his nose, staggering up to grab a tissue from his desk. Mind reeling, Tony can only begin to question what the hell he did to deserve that.

When the blood flow stops, he sighs. Best to get this shit show over with, he figures. If nothing else, he hopes that the other Rogues aren’t in on Rogers’ fury.

Loud voices echo through the halls leading up to the common room kitchen. Great, arguing, just what he needs. Just as he’s about to walk in and announce his presence, he stops, the blood in his veins turning to ice as he hears the subject of the conversation.

“What kinda piece of shit father experiments on their own son?” Sam questions. The floor drops out from underneath Tony’s feet. How could they possibly know about what Howard did to him? And why would Steve be mad at Tony for it?

“Tony Stark, apparently,” Clint says in response. “I knew he was an awful person, but… how could anyone do that to someone like Peter?”

“I never trusted it,” Steve added, his arms crossed tightly. “Stark taking care of a kid? Come on. There had to be something in it for him. There always is.”

From his place, hidden in the shadows, just out of view, Tony feels something coil tight in his stomach. Each word lands like a punch to the gut.

They really thought that little of him.

They really thought that he’d… that he’d use Peter. That he’d hurt his kid. That he was just as bad as Howard was.

Anger flared in his chest, burning brighter and hotter than the sun. He clenched his fists to keep from marching in right then and there and slapping that look off of all their faces. How dare they? After everything he’s done for them, after everything he’s done for Peter, how can they still view him as the villain? How can they believe that Tony Stark’s love for Peter was nothing more than greed?

To them, he would never be any more than the man they needed him to be: selfish, irredeemable, and a monster.

But before he could move—before he could walk in and set them all straight, another voice spoke up.

“How dare you talk about my dad like that?” Peter seethed in white-hot anger. Tony’s heart leapt up to his throat at the uncharacteristic molten anger rolling off of his son. “Mr. Stark is nothing like his dad! He would never ever hurt me!”

Realising what he had just revealed to the Rogues, Peter slapped a hand over his mouth. His wide eyes darted over to Tony’s hiding spot, leading the Rogues to glance back at a shell-shocked Tony.

“I’m so sorry, Dad,” Peter mutters, ears tinted red, “I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine,” Tony waves him off, aiming to keep everything about him casual. Tony is surprised that most of the Rogues have the decency to look ashamed. Steve stands stock still, eyes as wide as dinner plates.

Tony is flippant as he says, “Alright, guess the cat’s outta the bag. Dear old dad, Howard, as I call him, experimented on his toddler. Didn’t quite work out like he wanted–” Tony sends a pointed look at Steve– “but, hey, it ended up saving both mine and Peter’s life… so, all’s well that ends well, huh?”

Steve looks absolutely horrified. “Tony…”

“Nope, Peter and I are going upstairs… you guys can continue shitting all over me or whatever else you like to do in your free time. By the way, I finished all your tech upgrades if you wanted to try them out—not the Widow Bites, though, still working out a few kinks. Go and check them out once you’re done shit-talking the person who made ‘em for you.”

Without giving any of the Rogues time to get a word in, Tony and Peter disappear into the elevator.

When the sleek doors slide shut, Peter asks, “Are you okay?”

Tony hesitates. “I’ve been worse. You?”

Peter shrugs, looking down at his shoes. “Just angry.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear that-”

“You shouldn’t apologise for what they said. They should be the ones apologising. You didn’t deserve any of that,” Peter says, interrupting him, every word laced with so much passion.

Tony swallows down the urge to hold his child tight—the urge to thank him for standing up for him (something that so few others have done for him). “No, I didn’t.”

At the end of the day, they could believe what they wanted. Tony only cared about one thing: keeping Peter safe. And, all things considered, he’s done a pretty damn good job at it.

[skybristle]

FINALLY I HAVE ALL OF THESE CUNTS NAMED. i made a like 10 iterator local group [Echoing Strife] with dear mutual @arti-cat !!!!!!! its crazy !! most of them were born like yesteday so no designs but im gonna dump about them. the whole theme of their group is they're based on the echoes /their monolouges. also some ancients that are important [more info under cut]. rb and comment on my ramblings boy

Metropolis: Clawing at the 'Clouds' [senior] [he/him] Sky Islands: A Second of 'Silence' [they/them] Wall/Silent Construct: Relentless Earthly Cacophony ['Rec'] [any/all] Chimney Canopy: Three Binding 'Feathers' [he/she/aer] Shoreline: A Precipice of a 'Promise' [she/it] Shaded Citadel: Seeing Past 'Ichor' [he/him] Subterranean: Solitude of Uncovered 'Omens' [they/it] Undergrowth: [Undisclosed] 'Vex'ing Desires [he/ve] Farm Arrays: Joyful Envision of Tranquility ['Jet'] [he/him] Bitter Aerie: From the 'Depths' to the Heavens [they/any] + Ancients: A Thousand Flakes of 'Dust', One Resolute Cause [she/her] Tangled 'Kestrel', Clawing Desperately [they/she] Cacophony's Caw, 'Crows' Descend [he/him] [child] 'Cardinal' Descending from Afar [he/him] [child] 'Wrens' Hopping, Blissful Eve [she/her] [BABY]

clouds: no talk him he angy. once again one of my seniors sucks at their fucking job. theres a fire in his heart filled with cancers and poppy tarts /ref hes gonna fuck everything up as soon as shit goes wrong. he gets therapy from a cat though. go shitty lesbians go. sometimes reffered to as claw demeaningly

silence: Old Man /silly . they are the mediator and are very concerned with their younger iterators. ends up really fucking things up with the constant fighting between vex and omens [ill get to that] and vex maybe explodes them [silence has a very weak structure to begin with]. oh also silence can overhear echos. hehehehe

rec: haha dumb IDIOT gave himself the rot!!!! she kind of did it when she was young and dumb and has come to really regret it, but chooses to use the remaining time he has building a better life for the creatures around him rather than concern himself with his infection and past mistakes, much to the dismay of its fellow iterators

feathers: silly little guy!!! had a crush on one of aer techs [kestrel] and grew very close to them. maybe cried like a little bitch when she managed to sneak her kids [crow & cardinal [wren probably wasnt born yet]] down there when she couldnt find someone to babysit. imagine having an iterator be ur nini to help you with your homework . its really silly to me. Sure Hope Mass Ascension Doesn't Ruin Everything! [feathers bioengineers scugs like them to Cope. it does not help]

promise: just kind of bitter and angry. it did so much work for its city, gave up everything, all for nothing at all. just for her to be abandoned in the chase for ascension. accidentally pingpongs vex's beliefs REALLY TERRIBLY while shes just kind of awkward about it because she doesnt like omens on principle but doesnt side with vir either

ichor: funny little guy . loved by his citizens. Knew about the mass ascension before it happened but didnt tell anyone so everyone [especially feathers] is really really fucking pissed at him. oops king.

omens: def the most devoted to ascension and the problem, while also studying past civilizations and Grand Cycles. viewed mass ascension as a good thing and is happy their creators moved on. watches vex spiral in Real Time and is kind of freaked out. theyre somewhat conjoined [not as much as moon&pebbs but they share a lot of systems particularly their comms arrays] which led to lots of fighting between them Constantly only driving them deeper into hatred and resentment. theres only a certain point when omens actually becomes Scared of him, however....

vex: ohhh you mentally ill little boy. fairly normal until Dust [the leader of a very violent and large anti-ascension movement] corrupted him as his mentor. uh. ve likes to believe it was beneficial and 'enlightened' vir but really it just turned him into an angry person, especially when mass ascension happened and dust got ascended which only cemented his beliefs. fights a fuckton with omens and believes in the holiness of the cycle. very unbecoming of an iterator. sure hope he doesnt do anything terrible!

jet: built at sea, collapsed due to a great flood/tsunami before mass ascension. believed to be dead and very distant from the group, they were a source of a lot of drama. hes actually alive though! he was built with Some waterproof measures in mind so hes functioning to an extent down there. in yuri we trust [with depths]

depths: originally built as spectacle + as a lighthouse to work alongside jet, but jet collapsed before they were completeted. oops. feels very hollow and purposeless, until a messenger from the sea shows up with a pearl . otherwise depths is very distant from the group [mainly distance and poor comms] and also when trying to learn about jets clouds found it insensitive with the wound being 'too fresh' and kind of exploded on them. woops.

[onlinecollegehomework]

Get best online bioengineering homework, assignment and tutoring help. We have a full team of professional bioengineering tutors to help you.

Visit Our Website:

https://onlinecollegehomeworkhelp.com/bioengineering-homework-help

[apollostears]

COLLEGE CONFESSIONS [ jjk ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ featuring: nanami kento, suguru geto, fushiguro toji, choso kamo, & satoru gojo

↬︎ warning(s): swearing, college!au, all characters are 18+, mentions of blood

PLOT. in new girl style, you become roommates with five men from your university.

ADVISORY. reader is black and female, unless stated otherwise.

college series

➟︎ meeting the boys was simultaneously the best, and worst, thing that could ever happen to you.

➟︎ on some new girl shit, you ended up rooming with them bc rent was cheap and it was close to campus.

➟︎ nanami, choso, toji, geto, & gojo all lived in this huge penthouse a few blocks down from university (shoutout to them niggas having money). it was two penthouses put into one and it was home to some of the biggest hoes you had ever met.

➟︎ it’s complete chaos.

➟︎ you share a bathroom with toji, whose nonexistent most of the time bc he’s out doin illegal shit (underground fighting) or fuckin random girls.

➟︎ none of them are completely messy, but there has been several times where you have tripped over shoes and slipped on socks because of them.

➟︎ it’s very rare that all of you are in the house at the same time other than to sleep.

➟︎ choso takes you to campus with him since he goes the same time you go. nanami is the one that’ll take you home. or geto. but they will not allow you to ride public transportation.

➟︎ partially because they’re bougie and also because they know how unsafe it is alone on campus.

➟︎ toji owns a small tattoo and piercing shop that choso and geto work at when they aren’t doing internships.

➟︎ besides geto and nanami, nobody cooks. everyone uses the ninja blender though and the air fryer.

➟︎ sometimes, on wash days, you guys will combine shirts and pants to save time but wash everything else separately. everyone but gojo is allowed to wash bc he will fuck up y’all’s clothes.

➟︎ there is a weekend out of every month where you guys just do whatever you want to do. either together or alone.

➟︎ it usually ends up with geto cooking sunday breakfast and all of you watching some movie. maybe even going to a frat party or watching toji fight.

➟︎ they’ve come to like you more than they thought they would. honestly didn’t plan on interacting with you but you grew on them. now they’re your unofficial, official, sugar daddies without the sugar. (although…😉)

➟︎ pls don’t ever buy anything with your own money and let them catch you. they will reimburse you plus interest, for no reason.

➟︎ honestly, you have yet to figure out why they even spoil you the way they do.

➟︎ nanami is a business major with toji. choso is an art major with a focus in architecture and history. gojo is pre-law and geto is a bioengineering major for healthcare services.

➟︎ toji scared the shit out of you at first, all broody and shit. but y’all really bonded after he came back late from a particularly brutal fight and you were up finishing an assignment when you saw him. he looked like he could barely stand and after that, y’all just grew closer.

➟︎ you and gojo have a strong love-hate relationship because how can someone so smart be so dumb?? has gotten you caught up several times.

➟︎ nanami helps you study and it’s so nice because you don’t even ask most of the time, but he’ll hit you up and ask if you have anything you need help with.

➟︎ geto practices his sketches on you all the time to see how it will look.

➟︎ choso and you will use his architecture skills to draw up your dream home 😭. he’s went through ten sketches already.

➟︎ you hang out at the tattoo shop anytime you’re free. sometimes you’ll go there after classes and just do homework until someone comes to the front desk needing help.

➟︎ you cannot play any games with any of these niggas because they ALL CHEAT!

➟︎ choso almost got to scrapping with gojo over a game of chutes and ladders.

➟︎ i feel like nanami likes reading and if you like reading, you guys have your own little book club.

➟︎ gojo takes you on shopping sprees. but it’s literally because he likes going out and drags you with him cause no one else will go.

➟︎ fairytale shit aside…living with these niggas is like fighting demons.

➟︎ nanami got a headache every damn hour bc of gojo so then he snappy like denzel in fuckin training day.

➟︎ toji moody af and releases that anger by having relations almost every night with a new bitch. you can never get sleep and almost always end up sleeping in choso’s room.

➟︎ geto has such a slick mouth, he be causing riots at five am cause he called choso’s mama a hoe. choso don’t play about his mama.

➟︎ gojo will have girls over for the night but never kick them out. so then y’all wakin up to some rando, wearing geto’s shirt that gojo stole and eating nanami’s meal prepped breakfast.

➟︎ you silently escort her out before she witnesses a murder.

➟︎ and ALL five of them purposefully bother you at all hours of the day.

➟︎ talkin to a man? oh, not on geto’s watch. now your ‘boyfriend’ shows up to take you home while threatening the guy you were talking to.

➟︎ you in the shower with the door unlocked again? toji’s coming in to take a shit and gojo’s going to turn the lights off and throw some rubber animal in the shower with you.

➟︎ they both, rightfully so, get they ass beat by you and nanami.

➟︎ thinking about going grocery shopping for the apartment? you better pray to god you leave before them otherwise they will try to tag along and end up adding more shit than necessary, into the cart. y’all once had an $800 grocery bill.

➟︎ gojo stay wearing yo wigs. you don’t complain much bc he’s the one that buys them, and he buys the good kind, but if you see him saying ‘stiff where?’ in the mirror ONE MORE TIME!

➟︎ living with them is a nightmare dressed like a daydream literally.

↬︎ join the taglist: @rubinocore @nyxeclipse @sweeneyblue1 @knjkitten@namjoonswifeyy @sunrayyellowhalo @pimpnameyannie @brownmochi

[miekasa]

speaking of college boys, what do the college au aot babies study??

Okay, okay, I think I’ve talked about this in an ask before but I can’t find it 😭😭 but it’s okay, I love college aus, so I’ll talk about it again! Plus, now I’ve got more thoughts for more characters, so here we go

Levi — neuroscience and psychology of human behavior

He started out on track to do a bachelor of arts in psychology, but when they touched on the anatomy and biological parts of it during his first year lecture, he switched to a bachelor of science.

The focus is still psychology, but through a more clinical lens. Essentially, he gets the best of both worlds this way. He’s intuitive and analytical, so clinical and mental diagnosis is easy to dissect for him. He’s also canonically good at math, so the calculus and stats parts aren’t too bad, either.

This major also leaves him with a few options post-grad, which is a nice bonus for him. He’s likely going to medical school, but that’s not the only route open to him: law school, therapy, lab work, medicine and pharmacy, even teaching are all viable options without going to grad school.

Do not talk to him about Freud unless you wanna get punted off a building.

Be careful with him, because with a single glance he’s already got scarily accurate predictions about your parental and emotional attachment styles, your behavior in social settings, and the onset (or seemingly lack thereof) of your frontal lobe development.

He thinks he’s so smart making comments like, “I see those synaptic connections aren’t working so well for you today,” like mf come here let me lobotomize you and see how well your synaptic connects are working after that🙄

Eren — general health sciences

He’s interested in science and the discovery aspects of it, but picking a specific field of focus right now feels too final. He likes it this way, because his schedule and requirements are less restrictive, and he has more room to find out what really interests him.

He does best when he’s doing something he loves, so picking a major with a bunch of reqs that he couldn’t care less about would have sucked big time for him. It also would have affected his grades. There are still some classes he has to take that he’s not fond of (see: chemistry), but that’s to be expected. Science in general is cool to him and he hopes to make his own discovery some day, even if it’s microscopic.

He also plays a lot of sports, keeping his schedule flexible is important. The sports end up helping him excel academically, which is a nice bonus. Honestly, Eren uses his time at university to learn more about himself than anything, so having control and freedom to do what he likes the majority of the time was important to him. 

He uses his elective credits to take philosophy or history courses of his interest, or maybe even a course that you’re in just to spend time with you. He also uses you as a live model for his homework bye, congrats on being patient number one to him.

Armin ��� astronomy and physics

He’s still interested in marine biology, but unless he attended a school near a coast, or with a specialized integrated program for that, it’s unlikely he’d major in it during undergrad.

Space and ocean exploration aren’t all that different. Both are vast, largely unexplored domains that reel-in Armin’s interest for discovery. So, while studying astronomy, he still gets to study evolution and make his own predictions about what could be out there because there’s so much to know.

Physics comes with the territory of learning about planetary science, and he’s mathematically inclined, so it works out for him. Learning about the different physical properties of other planets and space masses is honestly pretty sick to him. Because math isn’t a struggle, he actually considered aeronautical engineering, but he didn’t want to be a part of the college to military pipeline; that is, he didn’t want any potential design of his to be weaponized. 

He still gets to study animal biology through his elective courses, and might even find a few focused on marine animals to satiate him. Plant and cell biology are also of interest to him, and are just further applications of his primary study anyway, so he’s got plenty of room to work with.

This boy is interning at NASA and still, with his whole chest out is like, “I don’t need to discover a new planet, you’re my whole world.” Armin, go check on the Mars rover or something please.

Mikasa — anthropology + minor in japanese language studies

Anthropology is virtually interdisciplinary in nature, and Mikasa is a pretty well rounded student, so she’s able to excel in a program like this. She gets to study history, science, cultural studies, and even a bit of art all at once.

She’s still debating between going to law school vs med school, so anthro this is a good in-betweener. She gets a taste of science through her anatomy and kin courses; and lots of practice with reading and dissecting texts through the historical and cultural lectures. So, when the time comes to decide, she’ll have some experience with both.

Don’t know whether it’s confirmed that she’s (part) Japanese or not, but either way I headcanon that she speaks/spoke some second language at home. She wanted to delve more into it, and courses were offered at the university so why not?

Cultural studies courses end up being her favorite. She likes learning about the history of people and their cultures, and it encourages her to learn more about her own family history and culture. It also propels her to apply for a study abroad opportunity, so she spends at least one semester doing an exchange program and absolutely loves it.

She would also encourage you to apply and go, too. You guys might not be in the same program, but if there’s an applicable program in the same country she’s going to, then she’d definitely want you to apply. Spending the semester away with you would be a dream come true.

Hange — bioengineering + minor in political philosophy and law

It’s almost self-sabotage to be in an engineering program and have a minor; the coursework for engineering alone is backbreaking, and bioengineering has the added weight of human intricacies, but of course Hange makes it possible. 

They’re nothing short of a genius, so of course they have time to work a completely unrelated minor into their schedule. It doesn’t surprise anyone that they go on to complete an MD-PhD after undergrad. Insane. 

Bioengineering is essentially the synthesis of chemical engineering and health sciences; Hange spends their time exploring biological sciences and applies the engineering aspects of their coursework to their understanding of (and interest in creating) medicine. Truly a one of a kind mind. 

They also have an interest in philosophy and justice, so when they found out they only needed a measly nine or ten courses to minor in, they went for it, of course. In honesty, they don’t find the studies all that opposing: both law making and medicine making both have some kind of philosophy or method to them in their eyes. 

Hange has... little to no free time pls. They don’t mind it, because they love their coursework, but this means you are essentially ducking into their labs or scrambling to find them in-between their classes during your time in undergrad. They appreciate every second spent with you tho, and will gladly rope you into long discussions about their work. 

Jean — biochemistry + minor in art sustainability

He was undeclared his first year, and took a little bit of everything: art, science, history, anthropology, english. Basically, anything that fit into his schedule. It was hard for him to pick one thing—he liked the science and lab applications of STEM courses, but not the math; and the obvious painting and creativity of art, but hated the pretentious air about art history.

What he wants to do is make a difference, which is how he ends up knowing that he wants to go to med school after, so he picks a science-heavy major, but uses his elective spaces to take art courses. When he mixes the two, he ends up on sustainability—and the complexities about it that are applicable to both science and art are what really reels him in.

Interdisciplinary studies end up being his forte. He can approach sustainability from a science perspective which impacts his art style and materials; and tuning into his creative side allows him to think about science not just from a purely clinical perspective, but from a human one, too—patients are people after all.

He believes that everything is connected somehow, even things as seemingly opposite as art and biochemistry. And he works towards finding the unique intersection where everything overlaps. His studies are pretty cool, and he’s very passionate about them, so ask him about it 😌

The art he makes is pretty sick, too, and often commentary about science; he’s proving they’re not so opposite. You also heavily influence his studies in both areas: caring about you so much inspires him to take the healthcare focus seriously, and your very nature is inspiration to his art. 

Sasha — nursing

She’s friendly and good at working with people, so nursing was an easy choice for her. She accredits most of her motivation to being around her younger family members, and learns that she finds a simple kind of joy in helping to take care of others.

She struggles a bit her first year when it’s mostly all grades and standardized testing, but when she starts getting clinical experience and working in the hospital on campus, things round out for her.

Patient care is her strongest point. A lot of people often forget that knowing everything isn’t everything; if you don’t know how to calm or even just talk to your patient, you’re not that great of a healthcare professional.

Pretty certain that she wants to work with kids in the future, but she’s open to public health and even being a travel nurse if she finds opportunity there!

Of course, she’s pretty doting when it comes to you and all her friends. She might want to go into pediatrics, but the basics of nursing and health care extend to everyone, so you’re guaranteed to be well taken care of with Sasha around. You might even have to switch roles and take care of her sometimes, because her coursework can get pretty out of hand.

Connie — computer engineering with a focus on game design

He might not look it, but Connie has a brain under that shaved head of his. Computer engineering is cool to him because he basically learns about how simple things he uses every day (ie: phone, computer, microwave) works.

Systems and coding are actually the easy part for him, especially when they get into the application of it and aren’t just stuck looking at examples. That’s how he gets into game design.

The part about math and electricity and magnetic fields… well let’s just say he needed to make friends with someone who likes math and hardware his first year to get through it. But the struggle was worth it, because by his junior year he’s found a professor willing to mentor/supervise him as he works on his game and other projects, so life is good.

His school work is definitely hard, which is why the lives by the mantra of “work hard, party harder.” It’s only fair. 

He makes you a little avatar so you can test out his games for him <33 best boyfriend things <33 He’d also… build a game about your relationship. Every level is a different date you guys went on, and he definitely includes something cheesy, like “There are unlimited lives because I love you forever babe <3”

Porco — kinesiology + maybe mechanical engineering

He’s pretty into athletics and working out, but didn’t wanna go down the sports psychology route; he wanted something that left him with a few more options, so he ended up in kinesiology.

He was surprisingly pretty good at biology in high school, so something stem-oriented works out in his favor, and it turns out he’s pretty damn good at anatomy, too. He’ll probably end up in physical therapy after graduation.

He’s also got a knack for cars, which is where the engineering comes in, but he doesn’t care so much for the math part of it (he doesn’t care for it at all actually, fuck that); he just wants the hands on experience of building/fixing things and working with his hands. So, if he can get a minor in it and not struggle through 4 years of math, then he’d do that. If not, he’d take a few workshop-like classes.

Because he wants to go into physical therapy, you are essentially his practice patient. Your back hurts? Not a problem, he’s basically a professional masseuse. Muscle aches? He’s got a remedy and understanding of why it’s happening. Don’t let him catch you hunting over your desk grinding away at your homework, because he will poke your neck and correct your posture (he’ll also massage your shoulders, but after the scolding).

Pieck — classics + minor in philosophy

Ancient studies interest her, but more than that, the language of ancient Greek and Roman culture fascinates her, so classics is the way to go.

Because her focus within Classics ends up being Greek and Latin language studies, she is essentially learning both languages at the same time. She gets farther with Latin that she does with Greek. For whatever reason, the former comes almost naturally to her, so her written and translated work is more complex in Latin.

However, she finds cultural studies relation to Greece more interesting than that of Rome, so it’s a give and take with both; better at languages for Roman studies, better at culture and history for Greek studies.

Her minor is a natural evolution from her primary coursework. Ancient Romans and Greeks set the foundation for a lot of modern day philosophy, so it comes up in her major classes, but she wanted to delve further into the philosophy, and not just look at it historically, so she takes more courses to fulfill the minor.

Can be found laying on a blanket in the quad on a hot day, with her books spread out all around her, highlighter in hand as she works through her reading. You’re always invited to sit with her, and more often than not, it ends up with Pieck’s head in your lap, a book in her hands, and your own schoolwork in yours as you both read in each other’s company.

Bertholdt — computer science and coding

He’s level headed, good at planning, and above all, patient, so he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t consider himself to be particularly creative, which is why he doesn’t pick a speciality with lots of design; but he’s good at streamlining and ideas to life.

The patience really comes in when his code doesn’t run. It’s frustrating to scroll for two hours just to find out that the issue is a missing semi-colon in line 273 that he overlooked, but Berty will sit there until he finds it.

He’s also good at fixing issues. That’s not limited to issues in the code itself; it can mean finding shorter ways to produce the same function or loop, or integrating new aspects into existing code.

Also, he’d just be so cute, coding away on his computer. Just imagine: Berty working on his homework in the library, he’s got his signature crewneck + collared shirt look going for him, his blue-light glasses, a cup of coffee nearly as tall as him sitting at the corner of his desk. Adorable.

He’d make little codes/programs for you, too, even if it’s silly. A simple code that helps you decide what to eat for dinner or where to go on a date, one that shuffles different reminders for you, hell he’ll even forgo the torture of design engineering just to build you a little robot that says “I love you” to you.

Reiner — english + minor in justice & political philosophy

Everyone expects Reiner, star quarterback of the university’s rugby team, to be a business student or communications student; but no, he’s an English major, and he loves it.

Just imagine a guy as huge as Reiner absolutely manhandling someone on the field, just to show up in his lectures with a tiny paperback of The Great Gatsby tucked between his fingers with his reading glasses on. It’s so precious.

He’s always running a bit late to class—either coming from the gym, or practice, or oversleeping from exhaustion—but he’s so sweet to his professors and genuinely interested in the literature that they don’t give him a hard time about it. They can tell that balancing school and sports is difficult, and they just appreciate that he takes his studies seriously.

Yeah he’s in a book club and he dog-ears his books. What about it. They’re doing poetry this month and Reiner actually likes Edgar Allen Poe. Who said jocks can’t be sentimental.

He also reads a lot outside of his classes, and has a soft spot for coming of age stories. He usually empathizes with the main character somehow. His ideal weekend plans after a week of grueling games and essays is taking a long, relaxing shower at your place, while you both share a bottle of wine, and maybe even get you to read a chapter or two of his current book out loud to him.

Annie — clinical psychology/neuroscience

Almost scarily analytical and methodic, so this major was calling her name. Localizing brain legions is… insanely intuitive to her it’s incredible. She’ll be an insanely impressive doctor someday, even if she doesn’t end up working with patients directly. 

She doesn’t care too much for the more philosophical/reading heavy parts of psychology. Even experiments and research closer to the social end of the spectrum aren’t all that interesting to her; but the brain science behind it it.

Nobody should be good at cellular biology. Nobody should be able to ace cell bio and neuro and calc and work towards their thesis proposal in the same semester, but Annie proves it’s possible.

Ends up working in one of her professor’s labs by her junior year. She was offered three TA positions working with first year students, but she swiftly turned them down. Teaching isn’t her thing.

She doesn’t bring up her studies to you unprompted, but if you ask her about them she’ll explain it to you. Her notes are color coded and it’s super neat, and very cute; coloring them is somewhat relaxing for her. She usually saves the coloring part for when you guys study together; there’s extra comfort in doing it with you around.

[demibats]

rubescent. [p. parker]

summary: anon requested prompt 26 “You’ve got an eyelash on your cheek.” warnings: brief profanity, unnecessary use of italics word count: 2k+

“And that’s how you get B.”

You were blown away by Peter’s mind. How flawlessly he danced around the equations presented to you on your paper and ended up at the answer. You watched him write more than you were listening to him explain the process so you didn’t really get much written down yourself. He looked up from his paper and pressed his lips together then made a quiet popping sound with them. Brown eyes drifted from yours to your nearly blank notebook to which he chuckled at.

“Were you paying any attention to what I said?” He teased, taking your notebook to begin writing step by step notes for your own use. 

A little embarrassed, you lifted your sweater-covered hands up to cover your face, letting out your own defeated laughter, “I tried but you talked so fast, it’s hard to keep up.” You lied. Peter seemed oblivious to your origin of your distracted nature and continued writing down his helpful tips. 

You and Peter sat on his small bed, notebooks and textbooks heaped up around you to study for upcoming finals. He seemed so laid back compared to when you two sat a few seats away from each other in your lecture hall. He always sat so straight, his eyes glued to the blackboard, absorbing the information that was being presented. You later realized that a reason you asked him to help you study was because you spent quite a bit of time glancing in his direction to look at him rather than your professor or notes.

“Peter! Your food is here!” His aunt yelled from downstairs, making both of you flinch slightly. While Peter stood up to go retrieve the food for the two of you, you leaned over to your bag and grabbed your wallet, fishing out two twenty dollar bills for him. 

“I’ll cover it. Consider it payback for helping me study.” You said with a smile, but before you could finish, Peter was shaking his head at you.

“No no, don’t worry about it, my treat.”

“No, you take the money. Seriously, Pete, I wouldn’t be armed to the teeth with knowledge for this exam if it wasn’t for you. Let me pay.” You felt your lower lip push out into a slight pout and caught yourself, brushing it off with a chuckle. 

He took the cash with a huff and spun around to leave. Stubborn bastard. 

You stood up from your place on his mattress and scanned his room. It was relatively clean, all except for his desk. There were a bunch of papers littered, some crumpled up and some heavily written on. He had things tacked above his desk as well, some that looked like they were from high school. Yearbook photos and academic awards, a picture of a man with glasses and a lab coat and concert tickets. A part of you longed to see who Peter was outside of an instructional setting.

In the midst of your snooping, Peter stood in the doorway, the takeout containers in his hands. He watched as you furrowed your eyebrows while reading some of his notes for a class you didn’t share and how puzzled you seemed, “So I’m guessing particle physics isn’t your forte?” 

Startled, you jumped back and faced the direction of the voice. He caught you being nosy, which escalated your previous embarrassment even more. At least he wasn’t pissed off you were rummaging through his things. Most people would be. 

The two of you returned to your study spot, white takeout boxes replacing your homework. The quiet wasn’t awkward at all, it was comfortable; pleasant even. While Peter had a mouthful of lo mein, you looked up from your dish and washed him scarf them down.

“Did you always want to do bioengineering?” You asked. 

Peter finished chewing the remaining noodles and swallowed them down with a gulp of soda. Exhaling, he situated his body toward you more. “Not really. I kinda wanted to follow in my dad’s footsteps and focus on Cross-Species Genetics but we all saw how that turned out for Dr. Connors so.. I pursued a different passion and ended up here.”

While he was enthused to discuss his career path, his tone dropped when he began talking about his father. You cringed inward and instantly regretted asking, but Peter let it roll off his back, “What about you? Organic chemistry seems a little far off from being a journalism major.”

“Science is a required class, thank you very much. And clearly I’m not very good at it or I wouldn’t be asking for help.” You twirled your noodles around your chopsticks, looking away from Peter. 

He shook his head as he placed a jumbo helping of noodles and vegetables into his mouth, speaking through the food. It was unintelligible but it was still so cute. 

“Come again, ace?” You asked, leaning toward him as an attempt to hear him better.

Peter brought his hand up to hover over his mouth, his contagious laughter ringing through his room, “Sorry, sorry, ahem.. I was trying to say that you’re- you’re smart, y’know? Smarter than a lot of the morons we sit with. I um- I think there are other reasons that we’re studying together, y’know?”

As he finished his sentence, his voice got quieter and he gazed down into his food, a poor way of trying to hide his blushing cheeks. If only he was looking at yours. 

You cleared your throat to try to defuse the tension brewing, your thumb sliding over the side of your food carton. “And you’re smart enough to figure that out.” Your voice was nearly as quiet as his.

Slowly, he lifted his head, panning his vision up, hoping to meet your eyes. His toothy smile caught your attention the most, making you return the grin. For a split second, he squinted at you.  “You’ve got an eyelash on your cheek.” He murmured, but you heard him. 

Peter shifted his weight forward, bringing his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb swiping underneath your eye in a leisurely motion. Your eyelids fluttered down as he did so, your breath hitching in your throat. The feeling of his thumb traveled down to your cheekbone, his hand cradling your face. You opened your eyes briefly, to see Peter inches away from your face.

A beat of silence passed and then you spoke finally, “Kiss me…” You whispered, searching his eyes for a sign that he wanted the same. 

That’s all Peter needed before surging forward, his pinkish lips folding over yours. A chill ran down your spine as he pulled you closer, his hand never once leaving his spot holding your jaw. Your nose bumped his glasses, but neither of you paid any attention to it. Peter’s plush lips opened then settled against yours, his breath mingling with yours as you leaned more and more into his touch. 

Your mind was racing, but not a single coherent thought could be made of the jumbled mess inside your head. The feeling of your heart hammering in your chest almost distracted you from Peter’s kiss and gentle caress. It felt like hours and seconds all at the same time. After Peter pulled away, you could feel yourself pouting again but made no attempt to hide it. He bit down on his lower lip before leaning in to press a brisk kiss to your lips once more. 

“We should, y’know, finish up the- the homework.” He mumbled, too frazzled to think straight. 

You nodded in agreement, too giddy to speak. 

The rest of the study session went by rather quickly. With the tools Peter gave you, you had a bit of hopefulness in yourself as far as the exam went. You slowly packed away your belongings, wanting to spend as much time with Peter as possible. 

“I appreciate the help. My arsenal of tips and tricks is full of Peter Parker’s genius now.” You stood up from his bed, holding the strap on your shoulder, smiling down at him.

You watched as Peter almost hesitantly climbed off his bed and stood before you, towering over you. Another breath got caught in your throat as you looked up into his eyes, pressing your lips together as you anticipated his next move. 

He reached up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he grabbed his skateboard from the corner of his room. While you were slightly bummed he didn’t kiss you again, you figured he’d want to be home before dark so he wasn’t skating through Queens alone in the dark. 

Aunt May gave a small wave from the porch as you and Peter walked, shoulder to shoulder down the sidewalk. He looked behind him briefly to see his aunt giving him a thumbs up and a sly wink. Oh brother.

“Are you gonna stay in New York once you graduate?” You asked, watching the cracks in the sidewalks as you passed each of them. 

“Yeah, probably. I gotta take care of May and this place might be a shithole but it’s home.” Peter scratched the back of his neck briefly before letting his hand drop by his side, bumping into yours. He mumbled an apology, looking at his shoes.

It took every ounce of courage you possessed, but you looked down between you two and laced your fingers with Peter’s as you walked. Neither of you said anything about it, but kept discussing little things like a minor childhood memory Peter remembered after seeing something or what you wanted to do when you graduated. Once you made it to your little house a few blocks away, Peter walked you right up to the doorstep, not letting go of your hand while you stood there. 

“Thanks again for tutoring me.” You gave your thanks, but even so Peter didn’t budge and neither did you. He stayed there, looking everywhere but into your eyes. His laidback nature melted away into being a flustered mess but it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. 

“We could always do something else, I mean, after exams. We go, y’know, or do something else, if you want.” Peter stammered, finally looking down, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You wet your lips quickly before turning to open your door. Before your hand could get to the knob, Peter had you pull flush against him, his lips finding yours. Your arms instinctively curling around his neck, drawing him in closer. 

His fervent kiss caught you slightly off guard, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You didn't care if wandering eyes witnessed Peter’s display of affection on your porch, all you cared about was Peter. His hand held the small of your back, pressing you into his hard chest while your fingers found purchase in his hair, scratching his scalp gently. Before you found yourself too far gone, you pulled back, looking down between your bodies. “Text me, okay?” You whispered, peeking up through your lashes. 

He nodded as he dropped his hand to his side, the other still clutching his board. His scruffiness looked even more disheveled than before due to the heated kiss, but Peter didn’t seem to mind as he hopped down the steps and placed his skateboard on the concrete. 

“How about I pick you and we can take the subway to campus together?” He hollered before you managed to get into your house. 

You turned back toward him, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear as the wind whipped them around. Nodding quickly, at a loss for words because of this damn boy. His cheeky smile was the last thing you saw before he was zipping down the street on his skateboard.

When you entered the house, you found yourself lingering against the front door for a long moment. With the back of your body pressed against it, you felt a small bump in your back pocket. You pulled off of the door and reached into your blue jeans, pulling out the two twenties you gave for Peter to pay for the takeout, folded into fours together. Cheeky bastard.

---

a/n: This was extremely fun to write! I definitely have found my groove writing for Andrew Garfield’s portrayal of Spider-man, I think he’s become my favorite Spider-man now, I still love Tom Holland though I hope this is satisfactory! Thanks to the folks who are requesting things, I’m slowly making my way through them!

[championofnyx]

BrioEngingeer!Brion

So... I was rewatching the first few episodes of Outsiders and one thing that is annoying me an unreasonable amount is the fact that no one really talks about what Brion was doing after Tara was captured and he wasn’t in Markovia. He said he went to school to educate himself and help his country, but also came back hopped up on the notion of becoming Markovian Captain America. So I offer you, Bioengineering major Brion. Because if you tell me that Brion “go big or go home” Markov wasn’t prepared to do it alone if Jace wasn’t willing to help active his meta gene and hankshaw redemption himself some super powers, I will flat out call you an idiot. Some random thought I now can’t get our of my head.

Brion was suppose to attend some academy in Markovia in Political science or foreign relations or something like that, but his parents were so distracted trying to find Tara they didn’t really notice he applied and got into some out of country university until he started packing his bags.

Walked into to a lecture five minutes before it started, recorded it instead of took notes, and passed out halfway though because he stayed up all night playing with different formulas.

Talked so much with his professors after class they would have to practically beat him back with a stick because he never stopped asking questions that were more than a little concerning, but they weren’t about to contact the family to make sure he was stable, because how to the hell do you even call a King and Queen.

No one really believed that he was a prince because Brion collectedly forgot what a haircut, shower, and deodorant were, but he also had the best grades in the whole department so no one questioned his methods.

Back to the no showing thing, his lab partner finally bought a can of dry shampoo one day and used the entire bottle on him in one class period.

Wrote everything thing done, like everything, but also never brought a journal with him so by the end of the week his arms where covered in formulas and ideas that he had at random times of the day.

Took summer semester courses and never slept so at 17, after his second year, had almost all of his credit to graduate.

Voted most likely to turn into a classic evil scientist if given the right incentive.

Showed up to class with three Venti triple shot something (I don’t drink coffee but I think that’s a lot of caffeine) and drank them all before the period was half way over.

Passed out in class once form sleep deprivation and no one was surprised

He has a single dorm, because of course he does, and everyone is scared to go in it because the walls are covered floor to ceiling with notes and it looks like a scientific murder board.

Everyone started joking that his eyes bags where designer^tm until they remembered he was the son of one of the most wealthiest families in all of Europe and shut up.

There’s a small white board outside of each lab where he has to write tally marks for the amount of times he used them per day because the professors gave him a limit after he accidentally stayed working on an experiment for 24 hours straight.

No one on the Team know that he is really smart ,accept the adults, and are surprised, and a little scared, when he starts a conversation with Ed’s dad one day and accutally understand the Dr.  

Knows how to make deadly gas out of things under the kitchen sink, causally mentioned this fact when the others are picking on him one day, and everyone freezes and takes note to not piss him off too much.

Helps Virgil with his homework, Jamie too, but not as often.

Dick gets him into Gotham University via his Wayne connections to continue his degree, but one the conditions of taking care of himself and promising not to go evil scientist on them.

Since Brion had to study the Numenburge trials as his Bio introduction, he will sometimes refer to Helga as “The walking talking Numenburge violation” if she hits the right nerve and everyone doesn’t know wether to laugh or run awkwardly away because he isn’t wrong.

That more than I intended writing, but I hope you all enjoy!

[fratboykate]

Met a girl on an online writing class, we have been helping each other get better. We became fast friends and talk a lot about school, work, our GFs... she's shared even some of her personal (meaning fics) writing for me to help her with her spelling bc of my attention to detail and stuff. I am in a happy relationship so I was like "sure why not!?", sometimes she even calls and reads it to me so I can get a better idea of the pacing (?!) 1/x

2/3 my major is bioengineering so the writing is just a side thing, but she's an English major so I was like "oh she's really serious about her writing" and started like taking notes and stuff to help her, you know?... well, things kinda been escalating on her end a bit too much... she's kinda way too into it when she reads the stuff to me and tbh she a fucking good writer so I would be lying if I didn't say I might have ended taking cold showers after a couple of the calls... until tonight 3/3 tonight I was bored and since my gf is staying at her parents for the quarantine and was busy, I figured I'd ask my friend if she needed help with anything, even her math homework would do, that i was just bored... well... i too got nudes... when I texted back with "!?!?!?" She just replied "you said your were a visual person, so please help me solve my problem?" which I did say, but I was talking about physics problems not her hand being THERE!!! what the fuck do I do now Papi!? -the end

---

DID SHE STUTTER?! YOU HELP HER SOLVE HER PROBLEM. What are you asking me for?!

You say you have good attention for detail. Tell her all the little things you noticed/liked in the pics. Give constructive criticism like you do her writing and ask her to show you the progress. Step by step. You gotta make sure she’s implementing your notes properly :)

[professionaltutors]

Science Private Tuition – Outstanding Home Tutors

We Are The Leader In The Education Industry Since 2011, Because Of The Quality Of Our Tutors: https://www.professional-tutors.com/science-tuition-better-grades-fast/

SCIENCE HOME TUTOR PROFILE

Ms RC as 11 years of Science tuition experience. She has a PhD in Bioengineering from NUS. Ms RC’s Bachelor’s in Biochemical Engineering was from NTU (First Class Honours). Her private tuition students attended Methodist Girls’ School (Primary), Nanyang Primary School, Anglo-Chinese School (Junior), Singapore Chinese Girls’ Secondary School, St Margaret’s Secondary School, and Presbyterian High School.

OUR EXPERIENCED AND COMMITTED HOME TUTORS WILL HELP YOU:

▪ Answer difficult exam questions

▪ Correctly prepare for your homework/projects

▪ Understand and revise every chapter

▪ Learn ahead of the syllabus

▪ Avoid and prevent careless mistakes

Every year, the syllabus gets more difficult, and the exam requirements are increasingly more demanding.

Take Control Of Your Grades Today: https://www.professional-tutors.com/hire-tutors-improve-better-grade-fast/

Revolutionize How You Learn, And Achieve Much Better Grades Now: https://www.professional-tutors.com

[lotuspetalscultured]

Healthy Eating Made Easy

Adopting a healthier diet often means cutting out sweets and desserts from your daily food list, as it tends to be laden with sugar and calories. But as plant-based eating and raw food diets are becoming more mainstream, living gluten-free or vegan isn’t nearly as lonely or difficult as it once was. Fortunately, there is a growing list of healthy options popping up around your city so you can indulge in sweet treats without compromising your waistline or sugar-free lifestyle. We did the homework for you and have come up with some Coconut Crème Desserts that you can eat without compromising your health.

For the best Coconut Crème Desserts, Renee’s Live always comes with some unique and innovative recipes that you can try at home. All our organic products are made using the best organic raw materials, thus helping you to maintain your body figure and good health. On the other hand, we use the Lotus Petals Cultured Coconut Crème as a special organic ingredient in some of our premium organic desserts.

What do you mean by the term “organic”?

The term “organic” refers to the way agricultural products are grown and processed. While the regulations vary from country to country, in the U.S., organic crops must be grown without the use of synthetic pesticides, bioengineered genes (GMOs), petroleum-based fertilizers, and sewage sludge-based fertilizers. Organic livestock raised for dairy products must have access to the outdoors and be given organic feed. They may not be given antibiotics, growth hormones, or any animal by-products. Thus, organic food items are always beneficial for your health as it is free from chemicals.

When we make, it becomes healthy

At Renee’s Live we consider Purity as the key to all our processes, and our entire range is free from chemicals, preservatives, fillers, artificial sweeteners, gums, sugar, vegetable oils, GMO and soy. The use of organic and natural whole food ingredients is at the heart of our philosophy. We are proud that we are deeply committed to developing premium whole food products and recipes for the global community.

We are dedicated to empowering knowledge in healthy living and eating having excellence in quality and using premium healthy ingredients. We also aim to listen and react positively to customers’ valuable feedback. On the other hand, we are known to provide consistency in creating healthy and good tasting desserts. Our range of products is safe for people with specific dietary requirements.

[seoservicesit]

We, at onlinecollegehomeworkhelp.com, believe in helping you with a better knowledge of your subject. Our bioengineering experts are available to help you with your doubts, homework or projects 24×7.  This way you can be assured to complete your work at any time and any place. Contact us :  +91-9878492406 Click here for detail : http://www.onlinecollegehomeworkhelp.com/bioengineering-homework-help/

[onlinecollegehomework]

Read More Here

https://onlinecollegehomeworkhelp.com/bioengineering-homework-help/

[justanokengineer]

An introduction of sorts

Hey all, I prefer to leave my name off the blog, and include a very badly taken selfie of me and my cat, Buddy, he loves dad more than me because he spoils him with treats.

I had switched from electrical engineering in the electromechanical pathway to bioengineering in the biomechanical pathway. So I am old but not too old, it does make me feel old when colleagues tell me their age and I realize I really am still in school. Though that doesn't put me down since there really isn't an age limit for things to do in life.

I chose engineering for two reasons, spite and hope.

Spite, because in high school we had "career counseling" and my career counselor didn't like that my career test was basically different jobs in engineering and would cross them all out and say "accountant". I kept saying I like the stuff that comes with engineering and she would nod and say "actuarial science". So lady, look at me now..!!

Hope, because of a question my dad had asked me when I was in high school. He asked, "if you had any wish, what would it be?", And like any good fifteen year old I said I wanted to be rich, that way I can pay for anything, school, a home, bills, support people in the family, etc. He nodded, told me that yeah, that would be nice, but "if just for one day, I would like to walk on my own, no support, nothing," so for those of you that followed the link here and don't know, my dad has polio, he contracted it at a young age back in the Philippines when the vaccine was not yet available to them there, and has no use of his legs. That struck something in me, like I wanted to help, to find a way to give him that freedom, though I know with his condition it probably wouldn't happen, I'd like to try for others in a similar situation. That day he gave me the first piece of jewelry he ever bought for himself, that he never took off (unless he was afraid it'd get lost) so I too wear it, it's like a promise I made.

Then we go back to spite, because years later, like literally made one or two years ago, dad asked me why I wanted to go for engineering, baffled I asked if he remembered what he asked me all those years ago and he said, "oh you took that seriously? I was joking." ...I was joking..really? Too bad, I'm here, I have a year left, screw it, I'm gonna keep going.

Since I'm not all too sure what to type for credit for this class, I'm going to snag the prompt from the assignment. Since we get to run a blog I'm going to run the blog honestly (depending on if there's a prompt we have to do and depending on how free we get to be with this blog). I don't like long blurbs of text (I say as I type a long blurb of text) so I've included a picture of me and my cat, if it's ok, I plan to keep adding pictures of my cat, and maybe some other family pets or past pets, as most in most bioengineering classes there is a study if animals and what's cuter than pictures of animals? They're definitely fun to watch and nice to hold when I'm not rashing up with an allergic reaction.

Mechanics of fluids, the class I am making this blog for (and may as well keep as a personal, nonfandom, nonfamily, social media side) is a required class for me to graduate, I have taken the class the previous semester and was not doing well. I do not focus well in classes that are more than two hours long and that are at night. I was so used to previous class schedules where my classes were over and I was home by about 3-4 and would use that time to digest what I had done that day and then use the time for homework and other activities. This style worked very well for me and I hope that I don't get too set in that way such that it'll affect possible jobs in the future.

[irungracepace]

5.8.17 - 5.9.17 Busy Monday and Tuesday

I've stopped doing daily journals is because as I get older and have more followers, it starts feeling like I'm sharing too much. However, I've done this for over 3 years and it helps me stay motivated to be productive and organize my thoughts. People also told me that I've inspired them to become more productive, and I also enjoy looking back at what I did a few years ago. I'll try to keep up with my diary journals, but they be late because stalkers are weird. 5.8.17 I woke up at around 6:15am and went to the gym with my friend, Jo, to bike. Then I went to differential equations and then physics class. For my orthodontic treatment, I have surgically implanted pins in all 4 corners of my mouth. I bit into a piece of cut apple last night and it displaced one of my pins, leaving me in pain that radiates to my ear. I also wasn't able to eat anything for 15 hours so I was hungry. I got this taken care of after class. After my orthodontist appointment, I went to Rite Aid to buy mouthwash. People probably thought I was ditching high school or something because I was wearing my backpack. Then I had an MRI on my two stress fractures - on my left shin and left first metatarsal. I haven't ran in 8.5 months. After, I went back to school to the library. I finished my math homework and studied for physics. Then I went to the gym and biked as I watched Sword Art Online. Next, I went to a dinner with Bronco Network, which is a career resource and networking connections for student athletes at my school. After, I went back to the library to work on bioengineering reading. I also met up with my lab partner, Andie, to talk about our lab experiment. Then I finished my ethics in technology homework, which was a bunch of reading and coming up with an energy plan for the United States. Next, I drew, went back to my dorm, showered, and went to sleep. 5.9.17 I woke up at around 7:30 and went to go bike as I watched Sword Art Online. Then I went to weights and then to my mechanical signaling in cells class. We had a discussion on the paper assigned to read for homework, which was about how extracellular matrix stiffness regulates proliferation of cancer cells. After, I went to ethics in technology and learned about energy. Then, I had my mechanical signaling lab and we planned our lab projects. Next, I went to the gym to bike and watched Sword Art Online. After, I did math and physics homework in the lobby of the business building before heading to a Spoon University club meeting. Then, I went to the library, ate dinner, and worked on physics homework and studying for the next nearly 4 hours straight with my friend, Nick. We both finished our homework two days early. :D then I went back to my dorm, showered, and went to sleep.