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                           ‘ So you’re a man who has everything, and nothing. ’

                                               indie Tony Stark                                       canon & oc friendly open to all fandoms                                            some comic influence.                                                written by Jess.                                                                                                   

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SOMETIMES I lay under the moon         and thank god I’m breathing                                     and I pray “DON’T TAKE ME SOON                                 ‘cause I am here for a REASON.”

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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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           𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝘮𝘦? 

              Of course I hate you                   You’re my sibling

                But I love you too. 

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

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SOMETIMES I lay under the moon         and thank god I’m breathing                                     and I pray “DON’T TAKE ME SOON                                 ‘cause I am here for a REASON.”

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Bonus:

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Klaus: I ... Am a field.

Dave: ...

Dave: Explain?

Klaus: I need to be plowed.

Dave: *chokes on his drink*

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Klaus would be an amazing house mother I AM JUST SAYING

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stcrrk·:

He’d thought this through a few times before he’d turned up on the door to actually meet his kid so he also knew that it sounded a little absurd given the fact that he’d always been told he didn’t have a father. But Tony couldn’t just pretend that file hadn’t come through his door stating that he was Klaus father either. It had felt like the right thing to do. If Klaus wanted nothing more to do with him Tony wouldn’t argue any differently.

“Right, October 1st 1989. Honestly? Not impossible. I was nineteen, I’d lost my parents coming up to a year ago at the time and I was heavily drinking because I’d just taken over Stark Industries and had no idea what to do. I had a lot of one night stands in different places and I do vaguely remember a trip to Berlin.”

If he’d fathered a child back then he hadn’t known and why would he? He was reckless, he was also young and had a lot on his plate after both his parents had been killed. It had never crossed his mind, not even for a second. 

One of his brothers were dead? Tony’s gaze turned the spot Klaus had been looking at and he nodded his head slowly. “Right.” Weirder things had happened or had they? This was a lot for both of them.

“I didn’t know, I was just sleeping around trying to forget a lot of stuff that I had going on. I only found out because this file ended up through my door a couple days ago. That’s why I’m here now, not twenty odd years ago. I wish I had known before, I would have come sooner but I didn’t know.”

    Klaus wasn’t awfully clued up on the goings on in the world, he rarely read a newspaper or watched the news but he had camped out in libraries and there was very little to do in a library than reading. He vaguely remembers reading something about the Starks when the Avengers first appeared on the scene; Tony, the boy genius, parents dying in a horrific car accident leaving him with a massive fortune and a massive company. He remembered being a kid and having similar profile-esque articles in teen magazines. He also remembered being unanimously voted for the sibling who spent the longest in the bathroom in the mornings and before missions.       He looked at Ben again, for reassurance. What was he supposed to do? None of them had ever met or even heard about their birth parents. He supposed Reggie didn’t bother to get to know any of them personally but of course, Grace knew and when they each asked where they were born she was happy to let them know. It was nice to feel like he had more of identity rather than being ‘Number Four’.  Ben shrugged in a ‘what’s the worst that could happen’ kind of way. Klaus set his glass down and moved a little closer to Tony, sticking out his ‘Hello’ tattooed palm with a half-smile and said “I’m Klaus. It’s nice to meet you.” because it felt polite to introduce himself. 

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insolentbratx·:

Diego swallowed dryly, listening to his brother’s words. The truth was he’d figured for a long time now that the drugs were something Klaus needed to function. And whether or not it made him a bad person, Diego had… gotten used to it. He knew there was no reality where Klaus would stop using, not permanently, and USUALLY he was… pretty smart about it. So Diego had turned a blind eye, all these years.

But this was a reminder that the drugs could also be DANGEROUS. That they were always serving a purpose for Klaus, but maybe that purpose wasn’t always in his best interests. And Diego had been sitting here with Klaus before. He knew what came next, he knew they weren’t going to let Klaus just LEAVE and get back into his habit. There was a lot more suffering headed his way, and despite the fact that Diego knew Klaus would be DEAD right now if he hadn’t brought him here, he still had to wonder if this was all even worth it.

Because they BOTH knew that Klaus was only going to end up back here again in the same position. The realization was exhausting to Diego.

He took his brother’s hand, not needing to tell him that if he ever mentioned this to anyone, Diego would kill him. “Just…. Try to get some rest, okay? You’re going to need it. I’ll be here.”

Klaus sighed sadly.     There was always a big part of him that wasn’t even sure if he WANTED to kill himself, he would make an exquisite corpse, but he’d miss things. He just needed that relief from the ghosts that screamed out and demanded his attention, he needed to be numbed from the reality that none of his siblings took him seriously. He’d be out in 72 hours and back on the sauce and not much would change, he suspected. He’d probably be back within a fortnight.      When Diego took his hand, he sighed again - shaky this time- and his fingers curled firmly around it. He was a very tactile person, because of the ghosts, it was nice to touch something that was real -- especially in moments like this when he was coming down from a high that almost killed him and didn’t completely have a firm grip on reality yet.  His eyes fluttered, he didn’t have the energy to speak but he wanted to tell Diego not to leave. He wanted to make him promise but his whole body ached. It took him only seven minutes to drift into slumber and he stayed there undisturbed for one hour and twelve minutes exactly. It was around the thirteenth minute that he started to stir; his knees curled up closer his chest, he let out soft whimpers and the machine monitoring his heart rate made it obvious that his heartbeat was slowly growing more and more rapid.

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        TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY GENTLEMAN.

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insolentbratx·:

His stomach turned. This was something he’d suspected, KNOWN deep down for maybe YEARS, but hearing the confirmation from Klaus’s own lips… it HURT. It made Diego sick.

Diego didn’t say anything, only sat down slowly in the chair next to Klaus’s bed. What hurt was that it was Diego’s own fault. He could say anything right now to Klaus to try to fix it, about how he cared and was there for him even if the rest of the family wasn’t, but he’d be lying. He WAS the only one that ever came for Klaus, bailed him out of jail, gave him rides, but was he ever there for support? Everything Diego ever did was out of obligation, not… CARING.

That combined with Klaus’s power… Diego couldn’t say he wouldn’t do the same thing if he were in Klaus’s shoes. There wasn’t much he could say to change that.

“Oh…” was all he finally said. “…And you’ll try again?”

Klaus felt hideous. Physically and emotionally.    He wasn’t out to make Diego feel bad but he wanted honesty and at this point, there was no POINT in lying. He normally did; he was good at faking a smile and pretending like he was okay, but he’d been doing it for as long as he could remember. For as long as he’d been old enough to get his hands on drugs and alcohol he’d been acting like it was ENOUGH.     When Diego sat beside the bed, Klaus’ head lulled the other way so he wouldn’t have to look at him. Diego had always been there when he needed him, he probably put the most effort into him of all his siblings and Klaus appreciated that.  But the question he put before him was one he couldn’t answer.        “When I take JUST the right amount it’s beautiful,” he answered, the sentence causing strain on his throat, he had to pause and swallow. “the ghosts stop screaming and they fade away and---” He swallowed again, “I don’t feel anything and it’s nice.”  He dropped the hand closest to Diego and moved it to the edge of the bed, stretching his fingers slightly as if he were silently hinting for Diego to hold his hand because he just needed SOMETHING real. Pretty soon the withdrawals would kick in and everything would get dark again.

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insolentbratx·:

Diego looked around, making sure no doctors or nurses were around to see him put their newly rescued patient in distress, but damn it if he wasn’t going to push the matter at least a little further.

“No, you’re talking to me. I just saved your fucking life, again, and you’re going to tell me why. Because we can help you if you let us. So fucking tell me, did you-”

He cut himself off, standing straighter, making a visible effort to try to unclench his fists and BREATHE. Yes, he was angry. But it didn’t make sense for him to be angry at his brother, who had just almost died and scared Diego half to death too. 

“I’ll make it a simple yes or no question… Was it on purpose? Tell the truth.”

‘We can help you’    That made him chuckle as he brought a hand up to his cheek to wipe a tear from his eye. Last he checked, none of his siblings took him seriously. They didn’t NOTICE him, and that was probably his own doing.  He didn’t WANT to be helped so they’d given up and they were in too deep to go back on that.   Klaus avoided eye contact but he could see Diego in his peripheral vision -- he couldn’t bring himself to face the disappointment in his eyes. He became very aware suddenly of how dry his mouth was, he tried to speak but his throat hurt, and his stomach protested at the procedure it’d just endured but still he forced himself to muster a “Yes.” in response and that was all he was going to give because Diego wouldn’t understand.       None of them would ever understand.

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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)                                                      i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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Me walking on to the dash after being gone all day