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TEAR YOU APART.|| TEASER! ||

ZOMBIE! ELLIE x SCIENTIST!READER. "I want to fucking tear you apart." Mythologica challenge oneshot.

5 years studying mycology and neuroscience at the fine Institute Of Science all led up to the present time. Subject 127, Red hair, green eyes, showing extensive erratic behavior. That's the description the higher ups gave you. Working in the cold lab was risky, with all kinds of malignant growths kept secured in cryo looming around your workplace, it was hard to keep a healthy mind. None would ever find their way out, of course, which gave you peace of mind, not even the one you were in charge of, Ellie. Infected in Santa Barbara, California, her luck would eventually run out. She was found by the team and quickly examined through numerous days of blood tests. The bio reactor tank, filled with a mountain dew like substance had been Ellie's life line for the 4 years they spent keeping her on the edge of death. Her skin was rotting, not as fast as it would outside the tank, but fast. Her once lively fair skin now a sunken alabaster, every vein visible like the surface was a translucent piece of cloth.

Ellie was your greatest project, Watching her float around the tank as you checked her vitals and pumped nutrients into her decaying brain was your favorite part of the day. It made the job less lonely. Even though the fungus had infiltrated her brain, Ellie was still sentient, perhaps, even human. Your reason to still be here was becoming blurry. 'Find a cure to Cordycepts' felt like a foreign subject as you continued to pump variants of the fungus into Ellie's infected bloodstream. Guilt wasn't an option at this point. A morbid curiosity to Ellie grew within you, your research on her becoming more and more personal as the days stretched into months, months into years. A fail in the labs security system during maintenance was all it took for all hell to break lose. Every wall of protection came crashing down due to a moment of vulnurability. Her tank was empty, next to it was shards of glass, scattered all over the wet floor from impact, splatters of crimson blood in the shape of footsteps not far from it. Alarms blared through the facility as you suddenly felt so alone and terrified in the dark lab, the place you spent all your time now soon to be destroyed, and yet, the simple cold clammy touch of something against your neck was enough to send chills down your spine.

really hope I can actually finish this one. I'm super excited to be apart of this and I hope my horror is enjoyable!

[justanothersuperheroblog]

I'm starting to think maybe Doc Ock had the right idea.

Not about the criminal thing, but about the detachable robotic arms thing. As someone who works in a lab, I'd give anything for a couple extra sets of arms. It would make things so much faster and easier. I wouldn't have to take multiple trips to the pH meter or fume hood because I could carry all the chemicals and glassware I need in one shot. I could clean all of my glassware at once, instead of having to clean them one at a time. Seriously, the possibilities are endless.

If I had to pick a design, I'd go with this one from Into the Spiderverse,

partly because it's made of material that looks like it's less likely to scratch up glass beakers and graduated cylinders than Doctor Otto Octavius's metal ones, but also partly because the hands' shape looks like it'd be better suited to cylindrical glassware than Otto's 3-pronged hands are. Otto's design was purpose built to work in physics labs and nuclear reactors. It's still very cool, and believe me, I'd still gladly take it if I couldn't get my hands on Liv's design, but I will admit that his design isn't as well suited to my line of work as hers is.

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

fallout (pt 1)

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: you work with skz in chernobyl. everything is fine....until it isn't.

tags/warnings: gruesome and horrific material, explosions, gory kind of? sorry if i missed anything.... still putting it together.

a/n: guys im sorry if no one likes this... i really don't know why i want to write this but i am. if thos offends anybody, please message me or ask a question and I WILL fix it.

also this is a whole different series from without you... im taking a break from that because its giving me brainrot 😔✊🏼

The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you stood in the conference room, the smell of coffee and old papers lingering in the air. Chan sat beside you, his fingers absently tracing circles on the side of his notebook, a habit he’d picked up whenever he was deep in thought. His calm presence was a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room.

“We need more time,” argued the lead engineer, his voice strained. “The reactor’s efficiency metrics are inconclusive. If we push it beyond its limits now—”

“You’ll deliver results,” interrupted the plant director, his voice cold as steel. “Do not forget your responsibility here. The higher-ups demand progress, and progress is what they will get.”

Your eyes flicked to Chan, seeking reassurance. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, the only visible sign of his unease.

After the meeting adjourned, Chan pulled you aside in the corridor, away from prying eyes and ears. “Something’s off,” he murmured, his hand brushing yours as he spoke. “They’re rushing too much. If the numbers aren’t ready—”

“They won’t listen,” you said softly. “You saw how they dismissed every concern.”

Chan’s lips pressed into a thin line. He took your hand, his thumb stroking across your knuckles. “I don’t want you anywhere near the reactor tonight. Stay in the lab, okay?”

You nodded, though a pit of worry was forming in your stomach.

~ The explosion happened just after midnight.

You were reviewing reports in your lab when the tremor shook the ground beneath your feet, followed by a deafening roar. A wave of heat and light seemed to burst from the direction of the reactor. The shock threw you against the wall, scattering papers and instruments across the room.

Your heart pounded as you stumbled to your feet, ignoring the sting in your palms from broken glass. Alarms blared, and the once-calm corridors were now chaos. Workers yelled over the cacophony, their faces pale with fear.

“Chan!” you gasped, sprinting toward the reactor’s control room. Smoke billowed down the hallway, thick and suffocating, but you didn’t stop.

You found him standing just outside the control room, his face illuminated by the eerie, fiery glow of the reactor core. His usually steady demeanor was replaced by something you’d never seen before—raw panic.

“Get back!” he yelled when he saw you, rushing to meet you halfway. His hands gripped your arms, grounding you even in the chaos. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“What happened?” you demanded, coughing against the smoke clawing at your lungs.

“The core,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s... it’s exposed. We have to evacuate—”

A violent crack from above interrupted him. Debris rained down, and Chan pulled you into his arms, shielding you with his body.

~

Hours passed in a blur. Emergency meetings were held as officials tried to downplay the situation, spouting scientific jargon meant to reassure but failing miserably. The truth hung in the air, unspoken but understood by everyone.

The reactor was beyond saving.

Chan stayed close, his presence a steady anchor as you analyzed radiation readings and coordinated containment strategies. It wasn’t enough to stop the spread, and the reality of the disaster sank deeper with every passing minute.

In the quiet moments, he caught your gaze, his eyes reflecting an unspoken promise. Whatever happened next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

And for now, that was enough.

[noobiestnoober]

Hiiiiii! Love your Wesker’s Assistant series! I especially love the latest one with HUNK. May we have some more reader, Nemy and HUNK moments please? Maybe something chaotic and badass? Hahahaha

Keep up the excellent work!

Thank youuuu!

Wesker's Assistant Chronicles - Part 5

❄️ FIELD TESTED, EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED

Part 5 of Wesker’s Assistant Chronicles

Antarctica. Cold. Hostile. Definitely not approved for mic’d interviews and glitter bats. Too bad we came prepared.

A/N:

This chaotic installment is inspired by the anonymous request.

To which I said: Absolutely. And then I added subzero temperatures, a frozen Tyrant, and Nemesis re-braiding the reader’s scarf.

I hope this blend of emotional damage, mutant mayhem, and mic'd nonsense lives up to the chaos you were craving.

Thank you so much for the kind words and the idea—you lit the match. I just threw it into an Antarctic reactor.

Read the previous parts here:

Wesker’s Assistant Chronicles – Masterlist

A Wesker’s Assistant Mini-Special – Part 5

Previously in the series…

Wesker watched the footage in silence—Nemesis in a party hat, HUNK looking like he aged seven years in a single mission, and you, holding up a Twinkie like it was a victory flag.

He didn’t sigh. He didn’t curse.

He just quietly muttered, “Send her to Antarctica.”

Classified Log – Reassignment Order: Antarctica Deployment Location: Umbrella Antarctic Base Participants: H.U.N.K., Nemesis, Umbrella Assistant (Reluctantly Reassigned) Status: Experimentally Exiled

INT. UMBRELLA ANTARCTIC BASE – ARRIVAL BAY

The doors hissed open. A blast of ice and indifference greeted you like a slap to the face from Mother Nature herself. You stepped in like you were entering a ski lodge, arms outstretched. “Cozy,” you declared, your breath fogging up your face shield. “Smells like secrets, bad decisions, and at least one buried HR complaint. Possibly two.”

HUNK walked past you without a word, his entire posture screaming do not engage. His footsteps were clipped and efficient, the kind of pace a man sets when he’s internally screaming.

Nemesis followed behind, unbothered by the cold, his massive form dusted with snow like a festive nightmare. He carried your luggage. You didn’t ask him to; he just did.

You pulled your mic from your parka pocket.

“Operation: Cold Reception has begun. Status: freezing. Morale: dangerously high.”

Nemesis grunted approvingly.

INT. CRYO-WING – 16:00 HOURS

You took a deep breath, letting the icy silence settle before dramatically stepping forward, mic outstretched like you were hosting a true crime documentary.

“This,” you whispered dramatically, “is where they keep the emotionally repressed. It’s giving ‘ex-boyfriend energy.’”

Rows of cryo-pods lined the hallway, glowing pale blue. The hum of the generators was the only sound—until your boots squeaked with every step. You leaned in to a frosted pod, mic activated.

“Sir,” you asked the frozen Tyrant inside, “do you feel trapped by your conditioning, or is your cold shoulder just metaphorical?”

A crack ran up the glass like a bad omen.

HUNK was at your side in an instant, hand gripping your collar as he yanked you backward. “Touch anything else and I’ll personally freeze you myself.”

You adjusted your scarf with dignity. “Wow, okay, hostile environment.”

Nemesis silently draped a thermal blanket over your shoulders like a gentle yet horrifying nanny.

“See?” you said, beaming. “At least one of you cares about my wellness.”

INT. TEST LAB – 21:07 HOURS

You sat cross-legged on a dusty workbench, sipping hot chocolate from a mug labeled ‘Cryo-Queen’, while flipping switches with reckless confidence.

“Update,” you whispered into the mic. “Our emotional support mutant has adapted to the tundra. Our field commander is plotting my murder. I’ve found the good marshmallows in the supply closet.”

HUNK was in the corner trying to hotwire a panel with an expression that could curdle milk. Sparks danced behind him.

“Stop. Talking,” he barked.

You gave him a thumbs-up and sipped. “Too late. This is canon now.”

Nemesis stood in the background like a gothic statue, the glitter bat strapped across his back with pride, which you had gifted it to him before this mission. Occasionally, he shuffled snow into corners with surprising tidiness. You made a mental note to recommend him for janitorial MVP. “He’s the backbone of this operation,” you whispered proudly to your mic.

“Also,” you added, “I’ve nominated him for hallway maintenance duty. He’s very organized.”

INT. MAIN REACTOR CORE – 02:00 HOURS

It was supposed to be a routine sweep: check structural integrity, record data, leave. Instead, the facility alarms went off. The room was on fire. A mutant worm had launched itself at the ceiling.

Nemesis swung a steel pipe like Babe Ruth reincarnated. A screech echoed off the walls. HUNK was beside him, mag dump steady, eyes calculating every angle.

You? You were crouched behind a crate with your mic, narrating like you were hosting a wildlife documentary on fast-forward. You imagined David Attenborough quietly judging you from heaven—or wherever he spectated chaos.

“Here we see two natural predators in their element,” you whispered, crouched low and peeking over the crate with wide-eyed awe. “One is tactical, silent, deadly—he hasn’t blinked in an hour.” You zoomed in on HUNK with your mic like you were documenting a rare species. “The other is... covered in glitter. And rage. And I love him.”

The mutant launched again. You threw your clipboard at it like an Olympic discus.

“Note to self,” you muttered, “bring throwing stars next time.”

Nemesis roared like a freight train with hurt feelings. Something exploded behind you—possibly the mutant, possibly the cafeteria. You ducked instinctively as flaming debris flew past.

HUNK, covered in soot and visibly out of patience, kicked open an escape panel so hard it screeched like it owed him rent. “MOVE!” he barked, his voice cracking for the first time ever.

You dove through the opening with the mic still recording. “That concludes today’s field report,” you wheezed. “We rate this experience: 10 out of 10 emotional breakdowns.”

INT. OBSERVATION DECK – 04:00 HOURS

You laid on a bench wrapped in three blankets, mic still recording. Nemesis sat nearby, re-braiding your scarf because the wind messed it up. HUNK paced, checking his gear like he could will himself out of this narrative.

“You okay, team?” you asked, voice muffled by marshmallow breath.

HUNK stopped pacing. “No.”

You grinned. “Perfect. Let’s do this again sometime.”

Nemesis nodded solemnly.

EXT. ANTARCTIC SURFACE – EVAC POINT – 05:30 HOURS

Snow whipped around you with vengeance. The evac chopper’s blades churned the sky like it owed them money.

You were curled in your parka, eating a granola bar and broadcasting into the mic. “Mission complete. Ice broken. Literal and emotional. Results: fiery.”

HUNK sat slumped beside the bird, bruised, silent, recalculating every life choice that brought him here. Nemesis stared at the sun like he was pondering poetry. He offered HUNK a blanket. HUNK declined with a grunt, recoiling slightly like the warmth might infect him with feelings. Nemesis then offered you one. You accepted and tucked it over both of them.

“We are a team,” you said. “The worst team. But still.”

Post-Mission Debrief – Wesker’s Desk, Somewhere Warm

Wesker stared at the screen, stone-faced.

You feeding Nemesis soup.

HUNK manually rebooting a reactor while muttering death threats.

You trying to knit them matching beanies labeled “Cryo Bros.”

Nemesis doing yoga.

He closed the laptop with a click that echoed like the crushing of distant dreams. For a long moment, he just stared at the blank screen, expression unreadable—but one vein in his temple visibly throbbed.

“She survived Antarctica,” he muttered, eyes narrowing like the words physically pained him to say aloud.

He opened a new file:

SUBJECT: Assistant Termination Attempts – Failed (5x)

Then scribbled one final note:

Consider sending her to space.

End Log.

PART 6 IS OUT!!! READ IT >>> HERE <<<

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Arc Reactor Baby~Oneshot

Summery: Tony found out that y/n is pregnant, and ever since he found out he started ‘Operation: Arc Reactor Baby’

Characters: Tony Stark x pregnant reader

||Master List||

The bathroom was silent.

Well—except for your heartbeat thudding in your ears and the quiet lapping of ocean waves Friday was kindly playing in the background.

There it was. On the marble counter. Two pink lines.

You held the test like it might detonate.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant. With Tony Stark’s child.

You took a slow breath, tried not to throw up, then laughed nervously. “Oh my god.”

Friday’s voice chimed gently. “Shall I notify Mr. Stark?”

“No!” you blurted. “I mean—no. Not yet. Let me just… I need to tell him myself. Calmly.”

“Would you like to run through calming breathing exercises?”

You covered your mouth. “I’m married to a billionaire genius Avenger and we accidentally made a baby. No breathing exercise is going to help with that.”

Friday hummed. “Noted.”

You didn’t tell Tony right away.

Not because you didn’t want to—but because you needed to mentally prepare for him. The moment he heard “baby,” he was either going to shut down like a blue-screened Windows 95 or go full Iron Dad mode.

Two days later, you found your moment.

You walked into the lab while he was tinkering with a miniaturized arc reactor, his glasses slipping down his nose.

“Hey, genius,” you said, voice light.

He glanced up, grinning. “Hey, gorgeous. Come to seduce me while I’m elbows-deep in synthetic energy?”

“Maybe,” you said, stepping up and leaning on the worktable. “Or maybe I’ve got a surprise.”

He straightened. “A surprise? Did you finally agree to let me build the coffee robot? Because I have blueprints—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The moment froze.

Literally. Tony’s face blanked. The arc reactor in his hand clattered to the floor. He didn’t react.

“Tony?” you said carefully.

“…Pregnant?”

You nodded.

“With… my baby?”

“Unless you’ve got a clone running around, yes. Yours.”

He stared at you for another three seconds before—

“Friday!” he bellowed, practically tripping over his chair. “Clear all schedules. Reschedule all meetings. Cancel MIT guest lectures. Divert satellite data. Begin Operation: Baby Protocol.”

You blinked. “Wait, wha—?”

“Step one!” Tony shouted, dashing to a console. “Reinforce all furniture. Begin modifications to the tower for baby-proofing. And—oh god, the sharp corners. Why do we have so many corners?!”

You covered your mouth in both horror and laughter.

“Tony, breathe—!”

“Too late,” he said dramatically. “I already forgot how. Friday, locate oxygen tank.”

You dragged him to the couch, pulling him into your lap.

He wrapped his arms around you like a blanket burrito. “You’re really… we’re really doing this?”

You smiled. “We are.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then:

“I’m going to be the most extra dad in the history of fathers.”

You snorted. “That was never in question.”

The next day, the chaos truly began.

You woke up to a robotic voice chirping, “Good morning, Y/n! Would you like some omega-3-rich chia toast?”

You blinked at the hovering breakfast tray. “Tony, what the hell?”

Tony peeked in from the doorway. “Meet Butterbot 2.0—optimized for pregnancy nutrition delivery. I programmed him using your food cravings from the last 72 hours.”

You stared at the toast. “…How do you know I was craving chia toast?”

He winked. “Security cams, baby.”

“You surveilled me?!”

“I monitored your needs lovingly. Big difference.”

You sighed. “Tony…”

He walked over, kissed your forehead. “You carry the baby. I carry the stress.”

And oh, did he mean it.

By Week 8, he had:

Designed a temperature-controlled pregnancy pillow.

Banned stairs (“Why walk when you can hover?”).

Upgraded the Tower’s AI to play lullabies on command.

Tried to invent a womb-safe ultrasound drone (it exploded).

You loved him. So much. But when he started designing an AI-powered diaper-changing exosuit, you drew the line.

“Tony, if you put a diaper on a baby using repulsor tech, I will tase you.”

He raised his hands. “Noted. Back to the drawing board.”

By your second trimester, you were showing—and Tony insisted on throwing a “Stark Baby Reveal Bash.”

You had to beg him not to shoot the gender into the sky with fireworks.

Instead, you compromised with a cozy get-together at the Tower. It was… still ridiculous.

Natasha brought matching baby black-ops booties. Clint brought a tiny bow and arrow set. Bruce gave you a homemade science-for-babies kit.

And Steve? Steve blushed as he handed you a box of handmade onesies embroidered with little Captain America shields.

Tony stared at them. “Really, Rogers? Indoctrinating my child into your propaganda already?”

Steve shrugged. “Better than growing up in a lab.”

You placed a hand on Tony’s chest. “He’s going to have both.”

Tony’s heart softened, eyes locking with yours.

“And… they’re going to know they’re loved.”

One night, curled up with you under the soft Tower lights, Tony murmured, “You think they’ll like me?”

You turned your head. “What?”

He was staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly. “Our kid. What if they… I don’t know. Think I’m too much? Or too flawed?”

You placed a hand over his arc reactor, the soft hum syncing with your heartbeat. “Tony, they’re going to think the world starts and ends with you. Because it does. For me.”

He swallowed.

“…I love you.”

“I know,” you smirked. “You’re not subtle.”

He kissed you, long and slow, and whispered, “What do we name a kid who’s part chaos, part brilliance, and all heart?”

You whispered back, “Stark.”

At 32 weeks, you had a scare—some sharp pain, dizziness, and a moment of panic.

Tony completely lost his mind.

He carried you to the lab bridal-style, yelling for Bruce and medical scans and demanding Friday launch every medical protocol in the book.

You lay on the med bed, laughing between contractions.

“It’s Braxton Hicks, babe. False labor.”

Tony paced like a man ready for nuclear war. “Define false! You nearly fainted! That’s not false! That’s real enough for DEFCON 1!”

You reached for his hand. “Tony. I’m okay. The baby’s okay.”

He looked like he might cry.

Then he dropped to his knees, forehead against your belly. “Okay. Okay, little Starklet. You scared your old man.”

You stroked his hair. “He or she’s just practicing their dramatic entrance.”

Tony chuckled. “That’s my kid.”

It happened fast.

One moment you were asleep. The next? Water broke. Pain. Chaos.

Tony was up in .02 seconds. “Friday! Assemble the medical team! Cue the playlist! Begin Operation: Push Protocol!”

“Tony—”

“I packed the bag. I built the pod. I installed the anti-anxiety field in the delivery room. We’re good!”

“WHAT?”

He didn’t answer. He was too busy helping you into the hover-car.

—

Twelve hours later, through tears and laughter and screaming and swearing, a cry echoed through the private Tower birthing suite.

Your baby.

Your child.

Tony stood frozen. “…That’s her?”

You nodded through tears. “Yeah.”

He looked at you, then back at the tiny, crying bundle in the nurse’s arms. When they handed the baby to him, he just stared, awestruck.

Then—softly—he whispered, “Hi. I’m your dad. Sorry in advance. I’m gonna mess up a lot.”

The baby yawned.

Tony melted.

You’d never seen him cry before—not like this. Not the silent, trembling kind of tears that come when a broken heart begins to heal.

A week later, you were home.

Well, in the Tower nursery. Which had:

Temperature-controlled walls.

A lullaby system triggered by heart rate.

A glowing night sky ceiling painted by Tony himself.

You held your baby against your chest while Tony lay beside you, watching both of you like you were made of starlight and glass.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “Like you.”

You kissed his temple. “She’s loud like you.”

He grinned. “She has good taste.”

You both watched as the baby dozed off.

Tony reached over, touched her tiny hand. “I never thought I’d get this.”

“You deserve it.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re already doing it.”

He pulled you close, eyes glassy. “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me.”

You cupped his cheek. “Never. You and me? We’re a team. Always.”

A year later, you watched Tony build your daughter Natalie a suit of foam armor for her first Halloween.

She giggled, clapped her hands, and called him “Dada!”

Tony nearly passed out.

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “You’re building her an Iron Baby suit.”

He turned with a smirk. “Correction: I’m building her the Iron Baby suit.”

“…How many weapons does it have?”

“Zero.”

You raised a brow.

“Okay, one. But it’s just confetti.”

You laughed, walking over to kiss him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He held your waist. “I’m a dad. It’s in the job description.”

You looked at your family—the man you loved, the child you made together.

And you knew, with absolute certainty:

This was your favorite version of Tony Stark.

The genius. The chaos.

The husband.

The father.

Your forever.

-the end

[rebelmeg]

Rebelmeg's TSB Mark VII Masterpost

I GOT MYSELF A BLACKOUT FOR THIS ROUND OF THE @tonystarkbingo!!!

S1 - Would You Rather...? | Gen | Iron Family | fanfic

While Tony recovers, Morgan keeps him entertained.

S2 - Tea and Sympathy and Seeing Too Much | Gen | Peggy Carter & Phil Coulson, referenced Pepperony and Ana/Edwin | fanfic

In which awkward SHIELD agents have tea and deal with seeing too much PDA.

S3 - Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 31: Stunned into Stillness | Gen | Iron Family | fanfic drabble

Tony holds his daughter for the first time.

S4 - Not Yet: Chapter 12 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Harley Keener | fanfic

Taking his arc reactor out is always a bad idea, but Tony doesn't think twice this time.

S5 - Laugh Lines | Gen | Pepperony & Iron Family | fanfic

Pepper has spent years watching the subtle (and sometimes unsubtle) ways Tony's face has changed. This one is probably her favorite.

T1 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 1: Two Drink Limit (Limits Were Made To Be Tested) | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

Tony and Rhodey are having a night out before an important Air Force/Stark Industries presentation in the morning. As it so happens, so are Maria and Carol… Except they know who they're talking to, while the boys have no idea that the ladies they're talking to tonight will be the same ones making their jaws drop tomorrow. Rhodey lays down the law, Tony scoffs at the very idea, Carol is considering hijinks, and Maria is up for the challenge.

T2 - Not Yet: Chapter 14 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

The time Tony didn't die.

T3 - Not Yet: Chapter 8 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

Finding out about the palladium poisoning, and trying to fix it, turns out just as well as you could expect.

T4 - I Want You Back | Gen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper asked for the separation when Tony couldn't let go of Iron Man. Then, when she got what she asked for, she realized just how much she was giving up. And found a way to own up to her own shortcomings, and meet the love of her life halfway.

T5 - On and Off the Record | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper is a broadcast journalist. Tony is a big-time CEO. When their chemistry makes them friends at first sight, it's really only a matter of time until they finally turn into something more.

A1 - Hot and Bothered and Gone on You | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

A few weeks into Pepperony’s new relationship, Pepper’s heat comes early. And they haven’t talked about it yet.

A2 - Gingerbread, Cocoa, and Coffee | Gen | Tony & Bucky | fanfic

Tony tries to pull one over on Bucky, who is (unsurprisingly) not fooled. Also, there's a real big gingerbread house.

A3 - Tony's New Cars | Gen | Pepperony | fanfic

Tony seems to have replaced all his cars. Pepper finds out why.

A4 - Not Yet: Chapter 5 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Rhodey | fanfic

Tony faces a very unhappy new year.

A5 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 2: Darts and Tequila and Pairing Up | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

Rhodey braces himself to make his move, Tony makes his, and last call comes as a surprise to everyone.

R1 - Optically Deficient Is The New Sexy | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Tony ponders the positive effect Pepper's reading glasses have had on his life. In bed.

R2 - Not Yet: Chapter 9 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & his Bots | fanfic

Getting out of his banged up suit after his disastrous birthday party isn't going very well.

R3 - Not Yet: Chapter 1 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Maria Stark | fanfic

Tony's life begins with Death.

R4 - Not Yet: Chapter 7 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

In Afghanistan, Tony visits Death again. And again, and again, and again.

R5 - Not Yet: Chapter 4 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Rhodey | fanfic

Tony's night in the lab does not go as he planned.

K1 - Bot Shaming - Part 11 | Gen | Tony & Dum-E | social media post

In which Dum-E continues to be a disaster with a fire extinguisher, and Tony continues to be a shocked and appalled Bot Dad.

K2 - Not Yet: Chapter 11 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & JARVIS | fanfic

Tony doesn't like being buried alive, suffocating, and drowning all at once. No, he does not.

K3 - Strictly Ornamental | Gen | Pepperony & Iron Family | fanfic

Tony is doing some last-minute (see also: forgotten) gift-wrapping while Pepper tries to keep their baby out of the Christmas tree.

K4 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 3: I'll See Your Hangover, and Raise You Another | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

The boys are having just as miserable a morning as could be expected after their night out, but when they finally do show up at the demonstration, a couple of familiar faces are there to greet them.

K5 - Primal Satisfaction (of the Clothes-Stealing Variety) | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper really understands her husband. Both his possessive caveman side, and his nostalgic pack rat side. Rhodey would really rather not hear about it at all.

ADOPTED PROMPT: abuse - Not Yet: Chapter 2 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & the Jarvises | fanfic

An act of neglect sends Tony into Death's arms once again.

ADOPTED PROMPT: Next Generation - It's Good To Be Back | Gen | Peter & the Stark Family | fanfic

After the Snap and everyone comes back, Peter visits Tony in the hospital and meets someone he didn't expect.

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The first thing Cecilia noticed about the building was how quiet it was. Not the absence-of-people kind of quiet -- there were footsteps echoing in polished hallways, distant voices drifting from behind sleek glass doors. No, this quiet was curated. Intentional. The kind of quiet money could buy.

Everything about Stark Industries screamed precision. From the impossibly smooth marble floor to the minimalist walls lined with LED-lit panels displaying stock updates, scientific breakthroughs, and the occasional Vanity Fair spread featuring Tony Stark's notoriously smug smile. This wasn't a tech company. It was a kingdom.

And she felt like an imposter.

She hesitated just past the threshold of the lobby, the automatic glass doors sealing shut behind her with a quiet hiss. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her weathered leather bag -- a relic from high school, frayed at the corners, scuffed at the edges. She didn't belong here. She knew it. And judging by the glances from the staff in their tailored suits and clinical expressions... so did they.

But she stepped forward anyway.

Her heels made a sharp, almost defiant sound as they struck the floor. One click after another, each click counting down. She approached the front desk where a receptionist sat behind a sleek white counter, fingers moving over a touchscreen with practiced efficiency.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice even but not unkind.

"Cecilia Roberts... I have a meeting here." She skipped a beat giving her name which now sounds foreign in such an intimidating atmosphere. 

Cecilia was half-expecting a puzzled frown or a polite redirect to HR, but instead, the receptionist paused. Her eyes scanned the display in front of her and then flicked upward, studying her again -- not with condescension this time, but something closer to curiosity.

"Mr. Stark is expecting you," she said. "Right this way."

The security gate opened with a soft beep. Beyond it, a private elevator waited.

She stepped inside, alone. As the doors closed, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrored interior. Neutral blouse. Gray slacks. Minimal makeup. Professional, but forgettable. But forgettable was good. She'd built her career on being the shadow in the corner, the voice on the phone that always had the answer but never the credit. That's why she couldn't understand why someone like Tony Stark would want her here.

The elevator rose smoothly, its digital panel ticking upward floor by floor until it stopped on 46. When the doors slid open, it felt like stepping into another world.

The space was vast, flooded with natural light from floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the Manhattan skyline. Glass walls sectioned off various labs and workspaces, some of them buzzing with activity, others dark and quiet like they were holding their breath. Tables were scattered with tools, screens, and blueprints. A robotic arm clicked quietly in the background, repeating a task with perfect precision. There was a strange sort of hum in the air, like the building itself was... awake.

And at the center of it all, standing by a workbench cluttered with half-disassembled tech, was Tony Stark.

She recognized him instantly, though he looked different in person. Less polished. The suits he wore on magazine covers had been replaced with a black Sabbath t-shirt and worn jeans. There was a grease smudge near his collar, and a pencil tucked behind one ear. His hair was tousled, like he'd been running his hands through it all morning. The arc reactor in his chest glowed faintly beneath the fabric.

He didn't look up.

"Do you believe in luck?" he asked, still focused on the tablet in his hands.

She blinked, startled. "Excuse me?"

"Luck," he repeated, tapping something quickly on the screen. "Yes? No? Situational?"

It took her a beat to recover.

"Statistically? Or philosophically?"

He paused. Then looked up. His eyes were darker than they looked on TV, sharp and clear, like they could cut through a lie before it even formed.

"Both."

She met his gaze without flinching. "I believe in preparation. People call it luck when it pays off."

His mouth curved, not quite into a smile. "That's either the best answer I've heard all week, or the most irritating."

"I'll take either," she replied.

He set the tablet down, leaning back against the workbench. "I read your file. You're efficient. Quiet. You notice things most people don't. You're the kind of person who gets called when a system goes sideways, but no one wants to admit it."

She didn't respond.

"That's a compliment," he added. "By the way."

"You still haven't told me why I'm here."

He considered her for a moment. "Because I have a mess. A very specific, very complicated mess. And I need someone who knows how to keep messes quiet."

"So... public relations?"

He grinned. "No. PR makes things look better. I need someone to actually make them better. Before anyone notices there was a problem in the first place."

"What kind of problems?"

"The kind that require a non-engineer with a keen eye and a low profile." He crossed his arms. "I have enough genius egos around here. I need someone who can keep theirs in check."

Cecilia tilted her head. "You sure you're the right boss for that?"

He let out an amused and heavy exhale with a glint lighting up his dark eyes,  "Touché."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was watchful. Like both of them were waiting to see what the other would do next.

"I won't lie to you," he said eventually. "The job comes with weird hours, weird expectations, and very little hand-holding. But if you're as good as your record says, you'll find it's... interesting work."

"And confidential?"

"Tightly. You won't have access to everything. But you'll see more than most. Enough to be useful. And enough to be dangerous."

He said it lightly, but she didn't miss the weight behind it.

"When do I start?" she asked.

He held out a tablet. "Now."

As she reached for it, her fingers brushed his. It was brief. Accidental. But charged.

He didn't pull away.

Neither did she.

- - - - - - - - - - 

Cecilia didn't remember the walk back to the elevator as her mind buzzed with too many half-formed thoughts, none of which made it to the surface. By the time she reached the lobby, the air felt cooler, thinner somehow. Her legs carried her outside on instinct and she finally let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

The street was busy. Taxis honked, cyclists weaved through traffic, and pedestrians hurried by, heads bowed toward their phones. The city, as always, moved on without noticing her.

She found a bench tucked under the shadow of a scaffolding awning and sat down. The tablet Tony had handed her rested in her lap. She hadn't even looked at it yet.

Was she really about to do this? Work for Tony Stark? Not just work for him --be chosen by him... handpicked from some classified list of clean-up artists and pattern-watchers to step into the heart of the most advanced tech empire on the planet.

She opened the tablet. Her name was there, glowing at the top of the digital interface like a verdict.

WELCOME, CECILIA M. ROBERTS.

Below it, a contract. Digital, encrypted, already partially signed by Stark himself.

She read it line by line. Not just the usual NDA she had signed time and time again, but a lifelong NDA. Clauses about security clearance, about non-disclosure on emerging tech, about behavioral protocol and personal discretion. And then something stranger: a clause about exposure to classified intelligence "of extraterrestrial or abnormal origin."

She blinked.

Either it was a joke, or it wasn't. Knowing the world she lived in, and the fact that she had been trying to find an insurance that would cover Avengers and/or alien damage... it didn't feel like much of a joke. 

By the time she reached the bottom, her hands had stopped shaking. She signed. Not because she felt ready, but because she didn't want to admit how badly she wanted to see what came next.

She looked up at the tower one more time, then slipped the tablet back into her bag and disappeared into the crowd.

Above her, in his lab, Tony Stark watched the security feed for an extra second longer than he needed to. Then he turned back to work.

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What Survives the Fire ~ Part 1

Pairings: Ivan Vanko x Fem!OC

Rating: T (language)

Genre: Slow burn romance, found family

Words: 2.5k

Status: Complete (4 parts + Epilogue)

Summary: Sera, a brilliant engineer working for her corrupt employer Justin Hammer, forms an unlikely alliance—and eventually a deep, quiet bond—with the guarded and formidable Ivan Vanko. Together, in a lab shadowed by tension and sabotage, they orchestrate their escape from Hammer’s control, building trust through silence, defiance, and shared grief.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sera learned early that silence made her invisible.

Invisibility was safety. It was armor. It was survival.

Justin Hammer liked noise. Liked to talk over people, undercut them mid-sentence, laugh at his own jokes before anyone else could, and remind her—daily, sometimes hourly—that she was lucky to work for him.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he said now, waving a dismissive hand as he scrolled through the glitching holo-screens, the flickering light casting jagged shadows across the sleek metal of the lab. “I said I wanted those prototypes yesterday. You do know what a deadline is, right? Or is basic competency just not your thing?”

Sera stood two paces back, spine straight, hands folded behind her back. The hard edge of her tablet pressed into her palm, a self-imposed reminder to stay grounded. She’d memorized the specs, cleaned up his messes, run damage control with the Department of Defense. Again. She’d worked through three nights straight, cross-referencing unstable arc reactors with his half-baked design schematics and salvaging enough usable code to pass the next review.

And still.

“Maybe if you smiled more,” he added, not looking up. Just smirking—like the punchline was her, like she was the thing he was selling.

Sera swallowed the burn behind her teeth. Smiled—just enough. Just the bare curve of lips that wouldn’t be called insubordinate. Said, “I’ll have the next batch prepped for the generals by noon.”

“See?” he beamed, already halfway distracted, tapping at the screen with a flick of his manicured finger. “Knew I hired you for something.”

He turned away, muttering about coffee and meetings and “that idiot from procurement,” and just like that, she ceased to exist in the room.

But her tablet vibrated faintly in her hand—a coded ping. From the secure line. She tilted the screen just enough to read it:

Transmission received. Data trace confirmed. Package en route.

A tiny exhale escaped her. Quiet. Controlled.

Invisibility, after all, had its uses.

She stepped back out of the lab, pace steady. At the far end of the corridor, Ivan was already waiting by the freight elevator, his expression unreadable, one hand casually tucked into his coat pocket—where the real prototype sat, safely removed from Hammer’s line of sight.

Time to disappear again. Just long enough to strike.

~

Sera didn’t meet Ivan Vanko so much as get warned about him.

“He’s Russian,” Hammer had said, like that was the whole story. “Brilliant, but, you know… off. Try not to get close. And for god’s sake, don’t let him near the press.”

The implication hung in the air like chemical haze: volatile, dangerous, not her problem unless he became one.

She was supposed to be a buffer. Keep the genius focused. Translate when necessary. Keep the lab running, the schedules tight, the chaos quarantined. She’d dealt with engineers before. Egos sharp enough to cut glass. Men who mumbled equations to themselves and forgot to sleep. Men who thought respect was a luxury and politeness a distraction. She expected the worst.

But when she stepped into the lab, it wasn’t the machines that caught her attention—it was the bird.

A cockatoo—white with a faint pink blush—perched like royalty on a metal bar bolted to the side wall. She was preening, glossy feathers fluffed like she owned the place. And Ivan Vanko was sitting beside her, a toothpick clicking lightly between his teeth as he murmured in Russian under his breath, one calloused hand stroking her chest.

It wasn’t the babble of madness. It was soft, steady—comforting. Familiar in a way that made Sera’s stomach twist unexpectedly.

The bird nipped at his sleeve, and he chuckled—low and brief—then muttered something that made her tilt her head with a curious chirp.

That was the first time Sera saw him. Not hunched over blueprints or wielding a welder, but whispering to a bird like she was the only one who understood him.

His hair was longish and unkempt, half pulled back into a messy bun. A few strands clung to his jaw where sweat and static hadn’t quite let go. Tattoos coiled over both arms—black ink that vanished under the sleeves of his thermal shirt, crawling up from wrists and collar like half-buried history. He wore tinted glasses even indoors, though they rested low on his nose now as he looked up at her.

The hand dropped from the bird. The toothpick clicked once between his molars, and the air shifted—still, but alert.

Sera held out the updated schematics—carefully annotated, color-coded, corrected.

He didn’t speak. Just stared. A long, unreadable look through the lenses. His eyes, when she caught them under the tint, were darker than she expected. Not flat. Not cold. Just… weighty. Like they held too much and refused to spill a drop.

She braced for condescension.

Instead, he took the tablet without a word. Fingers rough. Movements steady. He scrolled once. Then again. The silence stretched—not tense. Just full.

Then he spoke, voice low, thick with accent:

“You corrected his numbers.”

Sera gave a small nod.

He grunted. “They were shit.”

She blinked. “…Thanks?”

A pause. His eyes flicked up to her again—brief, deliberate. Something flickered. Not a smile. A crack in the stone.

“You… are sharp. That’s rare.”

Just like that, the moment passed. He turned back to his bench, hunched again over half-built circuitry and smudged notes like the conversation never happened. The toothpick shifted between his teeth with a faint tick. Whatever he’d seen, whatever he’d filed away about her, he didn’t say.

But Irina didn’t forget her.

She glided from her perch to the edge of Sera’s desk, landing with soft claws and blinking like she’d already made up her mind. Sera stared. She stared back. And then—without fuss—Irina settled beside her coffee mug, feathers puffed.

Ivan didn’t speak. Just watched.

And in the tilt of his head, in the subtle lift of his brow, was something Sera didn’t expect: approval.

She didn’t know it yet, but that was Ivan’s version of trust.

Small. Specific. Earned. And—apparently—bird-vetted.

~

Sera was trying to work.

Trying being the operative word. Because across the lab—perched with smug authority on the corner of Ivan Vanko’s chaotic workbench—sat a very round, very expressive cockatoo, currently dismembering a pencil with the kind of ruthless precision her team only wished it could apply to diagnostics.

Every few seconds, there was a crunch. A pause. Then another deliberate, splintering crunch, as Irina—because apparently she had a name and it wasn’t Boris, no matter how often Ivan muttered “idiot” at her—methodically chewed through what used to be a perfectly usable mechanical pencil.

“Can you—?” Sera gestured vaguely toward the carnage. “Make her stop that?”

Ivan didn’t even glance up. “She is enriching herself.”

“She’s eating the schematics.”

“Good enrichment,” he repeated, as if that explained anything.

Sera exhaled through her nose and pinched the bridge of it, hard. “That’s the third set I’ve printed today.”

Irina, as if sensing the tension, fluffed all her feathers at once like a marshmallow caught in a gust of wind and let out a short, self-satisfied whistle. Then—before Sera could even flinch—she launched herself from the table like a chalk-dusted cannonball and dive-bombed her workstation. She landed with a thud, knocked her stylus clean off the desk, and blinked at her like she was the problem here.

Sera stared.

Irina stared back.

Her head bobbed twice—once left, once right—eyes sharp, posture cocked like she was challenging Sera to a duel.

“Do not show fear,” Ivan said dryly, finally deigning to look up. “She respects only power.”

“She’s molting on my keyboard.”

Ivan’s eyes flicked toward the desk. “She sheds only on people she likes. You should be honored.”

“Wonderful. I’m honored. I’m also behind on reactor diagnostics and—oh my god she just opened my protein bar.”

There was a soft crackle as foil tore under a very determined beak.

Ivan barely looked. “She has good taste.”

Sera watched in mute horror as the bird wrestled a piece of the bar free and began eating it like a gremlin that had just mugged a hiker.

“I’m going to lose my mind,” she muttered.

Ivan snorted. “Only now?”

She shot him a flat look.

Irina let out a satisfied squawk, flapped her wings like she’d just claimed this territory in the name of birdkind, and—because of course—hopped directly into Sera’s lap with the clumsy determination of a bowling ball in feathers.

And sat.

Just sat there. Like she belonged there.

Ivan leaned back in his chair, tools forgotten for the moment, and watched the scene unfold with an insufferably calm expression. “She has chosen you.”

“Oh good,” Sera said flatly, holding her hands up as the bird made herself comfortable. “I’ve been chosen. By a parrot with boundary issues and a carb dependency.”

Ivan’s mouth twitched. Just slightly.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe,” he said, with a shrug that was almost bashful. “Little.”

Irina chirped. Ivan whistled back—an identical pattern, the kind of back-and-forth that suggested they did this a lot.

Sera glanced between the two of them, incredulous. One large, quietly sarcastic Russian man, and one tiny, chaotic bird with no respect for her personal space.

“I swear,” she muttered, shifting carefully in her chair, “if she poops on me, I’m quitting.”

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “Not before we finish diagnostics.”

Sera groaned.

Irina purred—a low, gravelly trill she hadn’t known birds could make—and then, without warning, leaned her beak against Sera’s stomach with the tender, deliberate weight of someone who had made a decision.

Sera froze.

“…She’s… cuddling.”

Ivan didn’t move. But his expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough for her to notice the quiet softening around his eyes, the way the smile he almost always buried behind his beard actually made it to the surface this time.

“She does not do that,” he said, voice quieter now. Measured.

“What, ever?”

He shook his head once. “Never.”

She looked down again. At the ridiculous puffball nestled into her shirt like it was a nest, her little claws hooked just enough to hold on. Then back at him.

“Should I be concerned?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Just watched. The kind of watchfulness that meant something, but didn’t say it. Not yet.

“No,” he said finally. “Is good sign.”

“A good sign of what?” she asked warily.

But he just turned back to his bench, expression unreadable again—except for that faint smirk still pulling at the corner of his mouth. Like this wasn’t just funny to him. Like it meant more than he was ready to admit.

And even as Sera grumbled and tried to shift without disturbing her new feathery overlord, she couldn’t help but glance his way one more time.

He hadn’t looked this relaxed in days.

And maybe—just maybe—that ridiculous bird knew it too.

She didn’t know it then, not exactly. But something shifted in the quiet: a small weight added to the scale between them. Not a declaration. Not a spark.

Just a beginning.

One feathered, smirking, quietly significant moment at a time.

~

The lab Sera shared with Vanko became a kind of sanctuary—but not the comforting kind. More like a demilitarized zone. The hum of machines masked tension that never quite dissipated, and the air always seemed too still, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Too cold for Hammer’s ego, too loaded for his handlers, who now only appeared in the doorway with clipped demands and nervous smiles, retreating before the silence could settle on them too heavily.

That silence? It was hers. And Ivan’s. And, increasingly, the bird’s.

She was an odd addition to the already surreal atmosphere—wiry, iridescent, and sharp-eyed, perched most often on a rusted rail above Ivan’s workstation. No one ever said her name aloud, but she clearly had one. She came when he whistled. Sometimes she chattered in low, crackling sounds like a misfiring wire; sometimes she just watched Sera like she was deciding whether or not she was edible.

Sera got used to her. Sort of.

Ivan didn’t fill the quiet with noise. He filled it with presence. With glances. With the sound of tools shifting in his hands, or the low scratch of pencil on schematics. With the steady, rhythmic click of the toothpick he chewed like it was part of his thinking process—rolling it between his teeth when he focused, tapping it against his tongue when irritated, biting down hard enough to splinter when someone interrupted.

Sera stopped expecting conversation; she started learning the language of proximity instead.

“You do not eat,” he muttered one afternoon, toothpick ticking against his molars as he handed her half a sandwich from a brown paper bag. It was slightly crushed, edges soggy, but warm.

She looked at it. Blinked. “I’m fine.”

He grunted, unimpressed, the toothpick shifting from one corner of his mouth to the other. “This is lie Americans tell. ‘Fine’ means nothing.”

From her perch, the bird tilted her head sharply, then fluttered down to the bench beside Sera with a mechanical clack of claws. She pecked at the edge of the sandwich, then looked up at Sera with something almost like approval.

Sera glanced at Ivan. “Is she… telling me to eat it?”

He didn’t look up. “She is smarter than some generals. You should listen.”

Sera took the sandwich, mostly out of peer pressure. The bird bobbed her head, then flew back to her perch, satisfied.

Another day, she was typing in a door code and her hands wouldn’t stop trembling. The morning had started with a tantrum—Hammer, red-faced and shouting, had hurled a chair across the lab. It hadn’t hit her. That didn’t matter. The crash still echoed behind her ribs like thunder in a tin can.

Her fingers stuttered on the keypad. One wrong input. Two.

Ivan didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.

He simply slid a wrench across the table in her direction. Its weight landed with a quiet thunk.

“Hold this,” he said, not unkindly, chewing his toothpick with slow precision. “Keep hands busy. Mind follows.”

She stared at him for a second, caught between embarrassment and gratitude. Then she picked up the wrench.

The bird landed beside her again, closer this time. She made a soft clicking sound, as though mimicking the tap of Sera’s fingertips. One eye flicked between her and Ivan. If she could smirk, Sera swore she would’ve.

Her grip steadied slowly, almost stubbornly. She didn’t say thank you—words felt like the wrong currency for moments like this.

But Ivan glanced over once, saw her breathing ease, saw her hands stop shaking.

He nodded. Just once.

Then—barely audible over the hum of the machines and the dry snap of wood between his teeth—he said, “She likes you.”

Sera looked up, surprised. “The bird?”

His mouth twitched—almost a smile, the toothpick caught briefly in the corner. “She’s good judge of character.”

And then, just like that, he went back to work—like it hadn’t meant anything at all.

[wellnesstribe]

Glass Reactor Market Growth Challenges Impact Innovation, Investment, and Regional Expansion in Developing Industrial Sectors

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How to Choose the Best 1L Double Glazed Reactor for Your Lab: Key Features to Prioritize

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2. Temperature Control and Uniformity

Precise temperature regulation is non-negotiable for reproducibility. Look for:

Integrated Jacket Design: A double-layered jacket allows uniform heat distribution via oil or water circulation.

Compatibility with External Systems: Ensure the reactor integrates with your lab’s chillers, heaters, or cryostats.

EquilRxnLab’s design includes a seamless jacket interface, enabling precise control from -80°C to 250°C. For visual guidance, their YouTube channel demonstrates setup workflows.

3. Stirring Mechanism Flexibility

Efficient mixing is vital for homogeneous reactions. Prioritize reactors with:

Adjustable Speed: A motor capable of 0–600 RPM (or higher) accommodates viscous or shear-sensitive mixtures.

Modular Stirrers: Interchangeable impellers (e.g., anchor, propeller, or paddle) adapt to different viscosities.

The AKF-1L reactor supports variable-speed motors and customizable stirring configurations, ensuring adaptability across experiments.

4. Safety and User-Friendliness

Labs demand equipment that minimizes risks. Key safety features include:

Pressure Relief Valves: Automatic pressure regulation prevents over-pressurization.

Stable Mounting Frame: A rigid stainless-steel stand reduces vibration and tipping hazards.

EquilRxnLab incorporates these safeguards into their reactors, alongside ergonomic clamps and intuitive control panels. Follow their Instagram for safety tips and user testimonials.

5. Scalability and Compatibility

A 1L reactor should integrate seamlessly with peripheral lab tools:

Standard Ground Joints: Ensure compatibility with condensers, dosing pumps, or sensors.

Modular Ports: Multiple openings for thermocouples, reflux setups, or vacuum lines enhance versatility.

The AKF-1L’s standardized joints and ports simplify system expansion, as showcased in EquilRxnLab’s Facebook tutorials.

6. Maintenance and Support

Long-term value depends on ease of maintenance and vendor reliability:

Detachable Components: Easy-to-clean parts reduce downtime.

Warranty and Technical Support: Opt for brands offering responsive customer service.

EquilRxnLab provides comprehensive manuals and dedicated support via their contact page, ensuring your reactor remains operational for years.

Conclusion Choosing a 1L double glazed reactor hinges on balancing material robustness, temperature precision, safety, and scalability. By prioritizing these features, labs can enhance experimental accuracy while minimizing operational risks. EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L model exemplifies this balance, offering a reliable, adaptable solution for diverse applications. For hands-on demos or inquiries, visit their product page or connect via their social channels.

Final Tip: Always cross-reference technical specs with your lab’s workflow requirements. A well-chosen reactor becomes a cornerstone of efficient, repeatable science.

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Tips for Optimizing Efficiency in Your Chemical Engineering Lab with the Right Equipment

Chemical engineering is that branch of engineering that touches the lives of all of us. They are the engineering wizards that turn raw materials into useful and valuable products. With the principles of chemistry, math, and physics and the aid of equipment by top chemistry engineering lab equipment manufacturers, they design processes and equipment for making things like chemicals, medicines, fuels, and even food on a large scale. 

Chemical engineers figure out how to do it efficiently, safely, and economically. They're like the chefs of the industrial world, creating the instructions for making stuff in factories. Chemical engineering lab equipment manufacturers are proud to be collaborators with chemical engineers worldwide. They are on board as the official chemical engineering lab equipment manufacturers and suppliers to the topmost chemical engineering companies in the world. 

Tips for Optimizing Efficiency By Chemical Engineering Lab Equipment Suppliers 

Optimizing efficiency in a chemical engineering lab relies on several key factors, including having the right equipment from the best chemical engineering lab equipment manufacturer and employing effective practices. Here are some tips for achieving greater efficiency, along with suitable examples: 

Material Compatibility:

Consider the materials you'll be working with and ensure that the equipment is compatible with those substances. Carefully assess the materials that will come into contact with the equipment. Ensure it can handle the corrosiveness, reactivity, and potential chemical interactions with your substances. Consult material compatibility charts and guidelines for reference provided along with the chemical engineering lab equipment list. 

Example: When working with highly corrosive chemicals, choose equipment made from corrosion-resistant materials such as PTFE (Teflon), stainless steel, or glass-lined reactors. For handling reactive substances, consider specialized reactors like Hastelloy reactors, designed for chemical resistance.

Harness The Power Of Automation:

Whenever possible, leverage automation and computer-controlled systems to increase precision and reduce human error. Check with chemical engineering lab equipment manufacturers and suppliers of the latest automated equipment that shall significantly enhance efficiency. Here's how automation achieves this:

Precision and Consistency

24/7 Operation

Reduced Human Error

Accurate and real-time data acquisition

Parallel Processing

Task Integration within a single system

Remote Monitoring and Control

Better safety standards with handling of hazardous or toxic materials without direct human contact

Workflow Efficiency

Resource Optimization

Instrument Integration:

Mostly, chemical engineers plan to use multiple instruments in sync. Ensure to source equipment from experienced chemical engineering lab equipment suppliers that are compatible and integrate seamlessly with automated processes.

Example: Gas chromatography-mass spectrometry (GC-MS) systems combine the separation capabilities of GC with mass spectrometry for compound identification. These integrated systems streamline chemical analysis.

Optimizing Energy Use 

Modern Chemical engineering labs must strategize and take practical steps to reduce energy consumption while maintaining or improving productivity. Some of these practices are: 

Invest in energy-efficient lab equipment and instrumentation, such as energy-efficient refrigeration systems, ovens, and pumps.

Ensure that lab equipment is correctly sized, as it reduces energy waste.

Use smart controls and sensors to implement heating, ventilation, and air conditioning (HVAC) systems with controls and sensors. 

LED lighting for less consumption of electricity. 

Use automated timers that turn off lighting, fume hoods, and equipment during non-operational hours or when not in use.

It is a great thing to practice periodic energy audits to identify areas of energy inefficiency within the lab. 

Avoid energy wastage by optimizing temperature and pressure.

Implement energy management systems for real-time monitoring and control of lab equipment. 

Every step must be taken to lower the carbon footprint, and partial reliance on clean energy is the best and proven step for it. 

Design or revamp chemical engineering labs with Energy-Efficient Lab Design

Regulatory Compliance & Supplier Reputation

Undoubtedly, chemical engineering labs witness the use of chemical engineering lab equipment at all times. Thus, it is one of the labs where there can be no quality compromise of the equipment. Chemical engineers can optimize the efficiency of their lab operation by selecting equipment that complies with relevant industry regulations and safety standards. With the leading chemical engineering lab equipment suppliers comes the guarantee of certifications and approvals that validate the equipment's suitability for use in the chemical engineering lab.

With chemical engineering lab equipment suppliers and exporters, every aspect of lab equipment comes verified. They have a proven track record of providing equipment that is certified to meet safety and regulatory standards, ensuring compliance.

Setting Up Of Safety Enclosures

These enclosures protect both operators and the surrounding environment during experiments involving hazardous materials or reactions. The following measures are effective steps for lab operations in chemical engineering labs: 

Set-up safety enclosures provide a physical barrier between these hazardous materials and laboratory personnel. 

Ensure these enclosures have built-in trays, catchment systems, or containment chambers. They help to capture and safely manage any spills, preventing them from spreading into the lab environment.

Check with chemical engineering lab equipment suppliers to install fume hoods. They ensure that the lab air remains clean and safe to breathe.

The Safety enclosures must have transparent windows or panels that allow engineers to observe and manipulate experiments without direct contact with the chemicals. 

Safety enclosures, like glove boxes and isolation chambers, must be sourced from top chemical engineering lab equipment manufacturers. They are essential when working with air-sensitive or moisture-sensitive materials. 

Provision of emergency shut-off systems for quick deactivation of equipment or experiments in case of emergencies or unexpected events. 

Safety enclosures are designed and manufactured to meet strict safety standards and regulations. Using compliant enclosures ensures that the lab adheres to safety guidelines and protocols, which is essential for both research integrity and personnel safety.

Safety enclosures by chemical engineering lab equipment suppliers come in various configurations to accommodate different experimental requirements. Share your lab requirements with them, and the experts will install safety enclosures that sync absolutely with your lab goals. 

Many more tips by chemical engineering lab equipment suppliers can help you make informed decisions when selecting equipment for your chemical engineering lab. Following these tips ensures that your choices align with your research goals and contribute to the overall efficiency and productivity of your laboratory operations.