#phone backgorund

[nightofnetter]

so I changed my phone backgorund…

[martiwikiwi]

Back on the Webcomic Day there were a lot of people showing their process and though I'm always sharing WIPs I haven't shared the full thing since I closed my Patreon years ago, so here I go!

I have the sketches made on a sketchbook so I don't need to think too much about the composition, that's why I pencil kinda quick and very sketchy. I sometimes change things from the sketches but it's rare because when I work on those I put real effort on every page composition already so I don't have to rethink stuff. Actually, I already think about that while writing the script. Then I put more effort in the inking part. I like the inking part a lot. Depending on the style, I use calibrated pens or a nib pen. In Demon Hunter Hagan, I use Sakura Pigmas 005 and 01 because of the tiny details on their faces.

Then I use Promarkers for the skin tones so I always have the same tone for each character. Hagan is a 0618 while Chorus is a Y129 (Spoiler of the second arc: Allan is O346 and Puresoul is Y418). I also use Eco Brush Pens for giving a grey tone to the backgorunds and use a mix of ultramarine and burnt siena watercolours for making some shadows. I normally do all this in the morning and while having a cup of earl grey.

After lunch and some videogames or nap, I start the proper colours. I have a very small palette of 12 colours and I use Winsor and Newton Cotman watercolours. I always start with the backgrounds, then do the objects and leave the characters for the end. This is the part that takes me more time and since I'm easily distracted instead of using my phone for listening to music I try to use my old iPod or my discman and my CDs. I also have a couple of tea cups while working on the colours so I use the little moment to go to the kitchen and make the second cup of tea for resting a bit. My first tea is either black or green but the second is rooibos.

In the weekend I scan all the pages I did during the week (depends on the project, I work on three Demon Hunter Hagan pages per week, but I made 5 pages of ELLIS per week) and edit it in CMYK and work on Affinity Publisher for the margins and texts. I don't like working on the PC so I have several playlists of Italodisco and Hatsune Miku to focus.

I export the files and schedule the pages on Comicfury. Actually, though there won't be any update of Demon Hunter Hagan until June, This panel is from a page that will be released on the first Wednesday of July! I like having a couple of months of difference between the production and the updates so I won't get anxious and can deal with unexpected delays on my schedule.

Oh whoa, this ended up being a longer post than I had expected. Hope you liked reading about my process, my tea and my music!

[libroseitm]

I may not be able to watch ofmd at moment because it's too painful. Buuutt... it doesn't mean I can't help streaming numbers by putting my phone on silent and playing it in the backgorund while it's charging. Hehehe *rubs hands together*

[ryuatewater]

ddo i maybe have a tes tutbe obsession. this is my phone backgorund for example

and i uh uh umm ihave the plush and you know what im just. i alraedy said everything those like two times on the test tube ask blog

...yk what maybw you do maybe you are a test tube fanatic

says me while my home screen is just

(PERFECTLY CAUGHT MY BATTERY PERCANTAGE AT 69?!?!?!? THAT WASNT ON PURPOSE)

[caseykaydoodlesnonsense]

OH RIGHT these bad boys! reblog if used!

[holomaid]

Hello ! ♥ New chibi vampire background edited by me !!

♥Feel free to use !

♥ Like or reblog if you like/use it ! ♥

[lgbt-aesthetics]

Solarian + Sun Phone Background Aesthetic ~Requested by anonymous~

[zandraart]

spinnaker

[ceabu]

im saving ur med reminder gam and setting it to my phone bg (if ur fine w that ofc!) because i *never* remember and that post remined me to get up and take em today LMAO

omg anon!!

please take ur meds on time!!

lol and if my silly little drawing made u remember im very happy :o)

[nikthan]

I got my commission from @wuffen and it was amazing! I asked for Sheith singing karaoke because I’m trash. He excellently chose the song Africa by Toto. Genius.

I hope his animal heals up well!!!

[whimsy-flags]

Some Halloween Phone Backgorunds!

Agender | Oriented Aroace | Lesbian

Free to use!

[blackbabybird]

Forgiven - Chapter 4 - An Event 

warnings: self hating bruce mostly and bad words. this is a long ass chapter, #sorrynotsorry kind of got carried away. however, we learn new things more and more everyday ;) also i think isley’s job fits her and bruce v v v well. enjoy:)

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

~ Goosebumps by Travis Scott

I parked my car in front of Cork County Middle School. The school itself was a large brick building in the middle of a corn field. It used to be an insane asylum. I grab my bag and get out of my car to head toward the doors of the school. Once I get up there, I pull on the door. It’s locked. I look at the wall near the doors, they have an extremely fancy security system. I buzz the door. 

“Hi there! What can we do for you?” a happy voice rings through the intercom.

“Uh, my name is Isley Thomas. I have an appointment with Headmaster-,” I look down at my phone, “Guille.”

“Give me one second, dear. I’ll get those doors open for you,” her sickly sweet voice came through again. 

A second later the massive doors swing open. I’m greeted by two men in riot gear. “Any weapons must be surrendered before entry into property. This includes, but is it not limited to guns, tazers, pens, and ninja-stars.” speaks the large guards. 

“Pens?” I ask. 

The other guard nods curtly. I shake my head and grab all my pens out of my bag. They take them and put them tightly in between their bullet proof vests. “Follow us.”

What the hell is this place? I walk silently in between the two. We arrive at large double doors with a Medusa head engraved into the doors. The two walk around me and open the doors synchronously. I walk through them towards what looks like the office. That same god-awful sweet voice rings through the hallways, “You must be Ms. Thomas! You’re shorter than I expected. Hm, anyways, follow me.” 

So I do. “I never caught your name, Ms...?” 

“You needn’t worry about me, sugar. Names get in the way. I’m simply the next vessel for Headmaster Guille. Oh, we’re here! Knock twice then let yourself in, alrighty?”

I nod quickly and do as she said. The room I walk into is white and pristine. Nothing, and I mean nothing is out of place. There’s just a desk and two chairs in the room. No computer or even a cup of coffee, weird. “Please, sit Ms. Thomas.” says a voice from my left. 

I sit down in on the chair across from the desk. Slow, loud clacking walks pass me. A woman sits in front of me. She has on black classic pumps, a pencil skirt and a white blouse. I finally make my eyes to hers and that’s when everything starts clicking into place. Her eyes are gouged out in an attempt to recreate Oedipus. “I am headmaster Guille, Ms. Thomas.”

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me Headmaster. I know you have plenty of other more pressing things to do.”

She turns her head, “Why, my dear, nothing is more important than finding one of my sweet, obedient students.” I nod in agreeance despite my weird feeling towards her and this place. “Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

“Well, I’m the owner of IT Investigative Services. We do freelance investigative work and are outsourced for police work occasionally.” I explain. 

“And your business here, is it freelance?” 

I feel my heart dip in a weird way, “No ma’am. The Cork County Police Department needed help and they outsourced me and my company to help with a missing persons case.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. 

“I see.” she says. Her non-existent eyes felts like they were boring into my soul and making a home. “Well, I will say that we told the police everything, not sure what else I could say.”

“Anything helps. Especially when it comes to a missing child,” I say. 

“Ask away,” she says splaying her hands outward. 

I start asking the basic questions. Just small things I could compare to the recordings that I borrowed from the Cork County Police. Everything was going relatively fine until I seemed to strike a nerve. “So, I noticed that Amos actually lived in Andan County. That’s a 3 hour drive to Cork County. Why was Amos going to school here?”

She opened her mouth a few times with replies, but she eventually settled on, “Amos was a special boy. As are most of the students that attend here. However, he needed correcting. As do all of the students here,” she gives a tightlipped smile.

Now we’re getting somewhere. “Why did he need correcting? Did he do something bad?” I ask simply. 

“As with most 13 year olds, he was ill-mannered and bad tempered. He had to be corrected,” she repeats.

“Fair enough,” I nod. Time to go for the kill.“Yet, there is one more thing I’m confused with. Amos was an orphan. One that lived 3 hours away from this county, so who told you he was being a nuisance?” 

If this woman had eyes, I know she’d have a look that could kill. Her eye sockets bend slightly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Ms. Thomas. We have an assembly soon that I must attend.” 

“Of course, Headmaster.” I say as I start packing up my stuff. I walk to the door, feeling her cavernous holes in my back. I go to pull the door open, but then I stop. “One last question,” I say. She looks up at me, “Who reported him missing?”

Bingo. Question answered.

The smile she gave was cruel and mouthy, “Some questions needn’t be answered. Have a good day, Isley.”

I walk out the door and head back to my car. 

/// 

When I arrived back at my car after successfully getting my pens back, I scrutinized the building. Being in there fucked with my mental state. Something was off about the place and I wanted to know more. My phone starts buzzing. It’s Phoebe so I click answer.

“You bitch! I can’t believe you,” Phoebe’s voice screeches through my receiver. 

“That’s one way to talk to your boss,” I deadpan.

“Boss or not, you’re literally the worst person I know.”

I scrunch my nose at her insult, “Let’s say hypothetically that is true, what exactly did I do to deserve such a title?” 

“Beside be a size 10 in shoes when I’m an 8?” I roll my eyes, “You also never mentioned that THE Bruce fucking Wayne of Wayne Corporation invited us to a fundraiser in Gotham City.” 

I sit there listening to her, “How’d you know about that?”

“I was going through your emails and there’s an invite. Also, pause, you knew?” she huffs.

I shrug even though she can’t see me, “It’s just a Wayne Event. It’s not a big deal. I didn’t even know it was a fundraiser.”

“Yeah, he’s going to try and get the Gotham socialites and old heads to give money for a-,” she stops talking and there’s some slight shuffling in the backgorund, “Ah! A metahuman trafficking recovery center. It would be an extension of Arkham Asylum.”

I feel my heartbeat get 10 times louder, “Pheebs, I need to call you later. I’m still here at Cork County Middle and I need to finish some paper work before I drive back tonight.”

I don’t wait for her to say goodbye before I hang up. I start dialing Bruce’s number. 

///

One. Two. One. Two. Jab. Hook, hook.

“God fucking damnit,” Jason exclaims. 

“The fight not going well?” I ask.

“Bruce. Manny Herechio has to win tonight.” Jason starts.

“Has?” I interject. 

He rambles over me, “HAS. I have so much money on this fight. Like, my future children’s money kind of money!”

I shoot him an amused look from my book. “I’m sure he’ll pull it out. Underdogs have a weird way of doing that.”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD. HE DID IT! HE FUCKING DID IT MAN,” Jason shakes me. 

I smile at him, happy that he’s happy, but then the scene changes. I’m now Batman and I’m holding Jason. He’s barely breathing and there’s so much blood. “You did this. You did this to me.” He breathes out angrily. 

“Jay, what? No, I didn’t! What do you mean?” I explain.

“You, the fucking Batman of all people, should have saved me. I’m dead because of you!” He’s now yelling at me. 

I feel the panic flutter throughout me. I should’ve saved him. It should’ve been me. 

The clatter of my phone hitting the floor shakes me out of my daydream hard. Less of a dream, more like a nightmare. The phone goes off again and I grab it from the floor. Isley Thomas flashes across the screen. I press accept. 

“Isley? Hello?” 

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” she seethes through the phone. 

I pull it away from me. “I can’t catch a fucking break today,” I grunt out. I put the phone back near my ear, “It’s possible I have, but depends on what this reason is,” I joke. 

“This event, party you’re throwing is for the business proposal that was between us privately. What the hell, Bruce?” 

I can tell she’s upset at what I tried to make a surprise. “It was supposed to be a surprise.” 

“A fucking surprise? For why?” she all but yells into the receiver. 

“I presented it to the board,” I didn’t. “And they didn’t like the idea of Wayne Enterprises being the face of metahuman trafficking support centers,” I explain. “Having a fundraiser will show that people, specifically people with money, are interested in defeating the metahuman trafficking.”

I can hear her breathing. “You could’ve just told me that the board rejected it,” she pauses, “I would’ve dealt with it.”

She’s not incorrect. However, I needed a win for today, “You told me that this was Staya’s dream. I just wanted to do everything I could to try and make it come true.”

She doesn’t reply anything. For a second there I think that she’s just hung up on me. “Okay. Next time, let me know ahead of time, please, Bruce,” is all she says. Then she adds, “I have to work. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

I hear the click of call ending and put the phone down. I bury my face in my hands. I walk to my door and walk to Sonya’s desk. She looks at me with a smile, “Mr. Wayne! What can I do for you?”

“Sonya, I’ll be unavailable for the rest of the day. See that the fundraiser details get figured out. I want to no hiccups, understood?” She nods, typing furiously. I continue, “Perfect. Thank you.”

I walk to the elevator and press floor one. I lay against wall in sheer exhaustion. Between my guilt from Jason and my repressed feelings about Isley, I needed to punch something. 

/// 

I took another sip of my coffee and continued typing on my computer. I was trying to find information about Cork County. “With the way you’re hunch over your computer, we’ll have to get massages before heading to Gotham,” Phoebe said pointedly. 

I roll my eyes, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Fair enough. Enough investigating today boss lady. If we want to make it to Gotham in a decent hour and avoid traffic, we need to go,” Phoebe insists as she shuts my computer. 

“I made us a reservation at some fancy hotel. It offered nails too, what a deal. And, ooh, our dresses were delivered!”

“I thought we were going dress shopping today?” I say scrunching my nose at the implication of Phoebe picking out a dress for me. 

“Oh no you don’t. We were yesterday at 4, but someone,” she squints at me, “was a bit forgetful.”

I inhale, “Okay, that’s my bad. I’m sorry, this case just keeps making new turns every second. I feel like I’m drowning.”

“Well, tonight, no missing children to worry about.” 

I nod and smile at her. If only it was that easy. 

///

“Master Bruce, people will be arriving in less than 30 minutes, what on Earth are you doing?” I heard Alfred call for me while I was in the Batcave. 

I kicked the bag again. Focus. I kick again. 

“Master Bruce?” I hear Alfred again. I shake my head. Focus, Bruce. I kick the bag again. The chain breaks and bag flies across the room. 

“That is the 8th bag you’ve broken this week, Master Bruce.”

I exhale deeply. “It’s unimportant.”

“Perhaps to the ghosts of this cave, but not you. Never mind all that. You must shower and get dressed immediately,” Alfred says pushing me quickly towards the stairs.

“Can I at least take the elevator if speed is what we’re going for?” I grumble. 

“That privilege was lost once you made me trundle down those godforsaken steps and come get you!” I trudge up the stairs his insistent demands. 

When we arrive at the top, “Mr. Maurice, sorry to keep you waiting, Master Bruce is insolent when it comes to other’s time and efforts,”

I shoot Alfred a dirty look at his insults. He simply flicks his hand and I’m being taken by the tailor. Who starts showing me different fabrics and colors for tonight’s event. “What do you feel tonight Mr. Wayne? Navy or Black? I have grey also, but it has not been a fan favorite for the year.” Maurice explains quickly. 

I look at the colors. The black always speaks to me, but tonight was different. Because Isley will be there. I ignore my thoughts, “Let’s take a walk on the wild side, shall we?” 

“My thoughts exactly, Mr. Wayne!” 

I go to hop into the shower and prepare myself for tonight. 

///

I can hear the people downstairs. Drinks are flowing and soon enough the cash will be too. I hear my door open. “Only man I’ve ever known to be fashionably late at his own home.” It’s Dick. “Also, I don’t know what the fuck those little sausage balls are made with, but they are delicious. Woah-”

I turn and look at him, his mouth is wide open with the same bits sausage hanging in his mouth, “What? Also, please close your mouth.”

“This suit...who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” Dick jokes.

I just grunt and turn back around fixing my tie. I hear Dick’s laughter stop, “Okay, I’m sorry, here let me help with your tie. It’s more crooked than Cobblepot’s teeth.”

He fixes my tie and I can’t help but think about Jason. Dick searches my face, “You been thinking about him?”

I turn back to look in the mirror to inspect the knot he made. It answers his question. I know he wants to say something, he just doesn’t know what. No one ever does. “Master Bruce, Mr. Grayson.” Alfred’s voice turns us both around. “Almost all the guest are here. It is time to make an appearance.”

“Well, thank god I didn’t throw the party. I’m gonna find some pretty ladies and some more of the sausage balls.” Dick chippers happily and leaves this room. 

Alfred turns to do the same, but not before saying, “Mr. Todd is a great man. Just because you’re choosing to move on, doesn’t mean you’re forgetting him.”

“Don’t you mean was?” I ask.

“No. I meant is. What’s that saying you always tell the board members when you’re not present? Oh, yes, physicality is not the only way to be present.” With that Alfred mules out of the room.

I follow after him. I make it down the stairs, “Man of the hour. Mr. Bruce Wayne.” I hear some rich old guy yell at me. He grabs my hand and shakes it furiously. 

I do this for about an hour before I clink my glass and everyone quiets down. “I want to thank you all for being here,” I start, “Tonight was a bit last minute, but I am so glad to have the ability to host such things that bring us together. Tonight is about us expanding Arkham Asylum to host those affected by metahuman trafficking. Donations, as always, are tax deductable and can be written to the Wayne Corporation. Again, we are going to make a difference.” I raise my glass and every one claps. “But please, keep enjoying the booze, gives me an excuse to buy more!” I add with laughter. 

I make my way through the crowd towards one of the balconies. There’s just a woman out there. “What a speech,” she says as she comes out the shadows. 

It’s Isley, but she looked...beautiful didn’t even begin to describe it. Her hair is  straight rather than its usually curls. She has on a silk baby blue dress that ends at her mid thigh. Her dark eyes are blown wide with the chill air and small goosebumps litter her dark brown skin. “Isley,” I breathe out, “Thought you bailed on me.”

She turns her head like a curious cat, “Me? A flake? Never.” she says with fake ingenuity. “Although, I was very late. Phoebe loves to take her time with me.”

My eyes scan her face, “Well, she did an amazing job.” I compliment.

A smile grows on her face, “Why thank you, Mr. Wayne. You clean up nicely yourself. A navy blue suit? How daring.”

“Dick already made fun of me for it, I thought it was time to step out a bit.” 

She steps close enough to grab one of the lapels. “Dick? Also, it reminds me of prom. Senior year,” she whispers. 

I grab her wrists, we’re extremely close now. “Well, look who I found hiding in the shado- oh?” 

It’s Dick, again. I breathe out slowly, “Dick, meet an old friend. Isley Thomas.”

[exposestruth]

you know the ship

slightly angstier ship meme | for @knightcowlstatus: selective accepting

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: i was gonna say bruce but then it occured how clumsy lois can be, specially when sleep deprived, which lbr happens a lot

who worries more about the other: they both do but lois is more vocal about it (also meaner), bruce is just a ball of inner distress until he can track her phone and goes for actions more than words

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: bruce, he knows she is too good for him

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): lois is the expert of fleeting any relationship

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: lois and it doesn’t even have to be drunk lmao

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): bruce because once lois is in, she’s all in

who picks fights more often: lois is just that person that picks a fight anywhere and about anything, sometimes she doesn’t even know what prompted the argument but she  can’t stop lmao

who usually apologizes first: lois because again, she does shit for the smallest things too and speaks her mind in the moment before even processing whatever is going on. it’s usually a talk first, think later situation which makes her apologize ten seconds after she gets no response form bruce and realizes what she has done and how stupid it was

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: are we talking pre relationship because that’s 100% lois, she’s big denial, even when they make out and have sex and lois simply leaves and comes back like nothing happened

who is more likely to lash out at the other: lois are we even surprised at this point. bruce, in the backgorund: give me a break

who gets more jealous: instantly and like in a joke way is lois but she knows she doesn’t need to worry. but bruce knows men are not to be trusted and lois attracts too many crazy guys lmao

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: both and they’ve done it

[campfire-collective]

hearth changed our phone backgorund...

[cezimbra-nuclear]

Luxury Goods - Consolidated Reflection

Luxury goods is a project that explores the meaning of luxury, and was definetly, the best project to me. The goal was 4 art directed posters with the theme of luxury, and me and my group we had a great time exploring this concept. We started by discussing the meaning of the word and what makes something be luxurious, was it being expensive? being high quality? what items can we relate to luxury? How could we subervse the meaning of luxury? How can we make a luxury item that looks funny? Our definition of luxury landed in three main references: Apple, Jewelry, and high fashion. And how could we portray these contexts in a way that defies the meaning of the word? we could portray an item that is somehow stupid when portrayed in the luxurious context, like food, we thought of cookies, or strawberries, but we couldnt make it aesthetically appealing food, so we went with more ugly food, like popcorn, or biscoito de polvilho, bellpeppers, cucumbers. We then made lots of sketches of scenes we could make, various settings like, popcorn in a ring, the bellpepper used like a phone, biscoitos de polvilho as earings and in a necklace, carrot lipstick, between other ideas. So now we needed assets.

My peers went to the “farmers market”, the street fairs we have, to buy some fruits and vegetables, some we had already planned on buying, and some weren’t. I worked on making the assets for our photo shoots, I painted popcorns and a Jackfruit, the biscoitos de polvilho, and bellpeppers, in various colors, to meet the requirements for any setting we needed. I found some chains in the classroom and had the idea to make the jackfruit, the “jaca” as a clutch bag.

To insert the food in the luxury context in a funny way, we researched how brands make advertisement for their products and tried to replicate it with our assets in the photo studio, learning how to photograph products, and the lighting, settings and all, was very interesting. We then went to buy a pretty box for our popcorn ring pictures, and the results of this one were great, very professional, as well as the bellpepper iPhone ones. Then we got into the fashion shoot with the jaca bag, that was my favorite part. Dora was surprisingly in the perfect outfit, with some acessories, she’d be perfect for the shoot, and thats what happened, we tried different lights and backgorunds, and as we progressed, we really liked the pictures, but as we kept going with the shoot and new ideas, the pictures only got better, we ended up with some great pictures, even with our friend Bob, that went to help. Thinking in this modelling way was new to me, and we as a group had lots of creative ideas for poses and settings. 

After that, in the editing part, I had this fun slogan idea for the popcorn ring “when will you ask her what’s popping?” as if it was a proposing ring, as for the fashion shoot poster, I had a hard time thinking of advertising ideas, I made it in a meme format, to reinforce the joke context, i guess, then I thought of making this meme format more commercial, by changing typeface, and position, didn’t like it, it wasn’t very suiting to the poster, in the end I found it best to edit the colors and leave it like this. 

[skymoonandstardust]

Your First Date With Tony Stark

This is Tony Stark we’re talking about so it should come as a surprise to nobody when I say he was taken in by your good looks first and that that’s what made him walk over and start a conversation in the first place, cause he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen.

Ok, maybe not THE prettiest but you get the idea

The man is flirting with you nonstop oml.

I mean– every other sentence is a complement, pickup line or innuendo.

And you know who he is (obviously, cause who doesn’t) and you don’t want to fall for the playboy attitude so you're shutting him down left and right and being as prickly and sarcastic and unimpressed as you can. You’re just not having any of it.

BUT THIS ONLY MAKES HIM LIKE YOU MORE AND TONY’S MORE DETEMIEND THEN EVER TO WIN YOU OVER AND TAKE YOU ON A DATE (yes– obviously that’s the whole reason he swaggered over in the first place) SO HE DOSEN’T STOP OR LET UP

At least not until he sees that you’re completely serious. Then he calms  down and backs off… a bit *exasperated sigh*

Anyway, moving on—You can’t stay anymore and have to go and obviously Tony tries to get your number before you leave cause he doesn’t just want you to walk away that easy.  You just say something joking/sarcastic like “Sure– if you fill my whole office with flowers.” and leave without waiting to hear his reply

BUT LITTLE DO YOU KNOW THE PERSISTENCE OF ANTHONY EDWARD STARK

You go to work on Monday to find your desk– your whole workspace is just COVERED in flowers. You can hardly see the desk or walk a step CAUSE THEY’RE EVERYWHERE. 

There’s a note card with  them of course 

it says:  an office full of flowers as promised. I’ll be waiting for that number– T.S

And you’re kinda flattered despite yourself but mostly you’re confused and shocked– I mean you didn’t expect him to take your stupid comment seriously and also HOW DID HE FIND OUT WHERE YOU WORK? EVEN YOUR OFFICE NUMBER?? CAUSE YOU NEVER TOLD HIM.

Tony may or may not have had Jarvis run a complete background check on you since he knew your name and that’s how he found out your office and where you work. 

It takes you just a minute or two to realize this.

AND YOU GET MAD– CAUSE WHO IS HE TO DO THAT?!

So you just forget everything else and pick up the phone. You call stark towers (after looking up the number.) and after you ask to speak with Tony, three minutes of persuasion and telling them your name the guy finally goes to tell Tony you’re calling.

It's less then a minute before he’s back– apologizing and patching you into “Mr. Stark’s"  office phone line.

  Tony answers the phone with just  “Hello” BUT THE UTTER SMUGNESS AND HAPPINESS IN THAT ONE WORD HAS YOU WANTING TO YELL THE  SMILE RIGHT OFF HIS FACE. You regret calling already and you want to hang up on him just for that—- but you’ve got some things to say and you need to say them so you take a breath and grit out a  “Hi” between your teeth.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound happy. I take It you didn’t like the flowers.“ 

 You. Go. OFF ON HIM!!

"HOW DID YOU FIND OUT WHERE I WORKED– RIGHT DOWN TO MY OFFICE NUMBER? WAIT, DON’T BOTHER  ANSWEIRNG CAUSE I KNOW ALREADY: YOU DID A BACK GROUND CHECK ON ME!! WHAT KIND OF PERSON EVEN DOES THAT?!” “A guy in love, who wants to impress the girl he likes?” “TRY AGAIN BUCKO!! AND I CAN KIND OF SEE HOW YOU COULD GET THOSE KINDS OF THINGS FROM A BACKGORUND CHECK BUT HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT MY FAVORITE FLOWERS ARE?!?” “So you did like them then?” “That’s beside the point… ”

The call ends with you hanging up in a huff.

You’d gotten him to promise that he wouldn’t send anymore flowers- -and Tony’d gotten you to admit you actually did like them.

The next day you go into work and there’s three boxes of crazy expensive chocolates waiting for you curtsey of T.S.

You give them away to your coworkers.

The day after that it’s a gorgeous necklace with your favorite gemstone that’s worth more then your entire salary for three years. 

You call him again "what the heck Stark?! You promised not to send anything else to me!!!”

“No, I promised to stop sending you flowers– and last time I checked chocolates aren’t flowers.”

Que even more yelling

 It’s maybe a week later (with things like that popping up everyday) — and you’ve rejected all of his gifts and called Tony three times already telling him to cut it out  (he didn’t obviously) 

You come home that night and know somethings off immediately 

the trail of rose petals leading to your room kind of gives it away

You grab a weapon (just in case) and walk in cautiously (cause this is Tony Stark and who knows what to expect or what you might see) when  you notice the absolutely gorgeous gown lying on your bed and it’s  matching jewelry set (it even has earrings and a bracelet for crying out loud) you relax

for all of 0.01 seconds before going into full exasperation mode.

of course there’s a card *exasperated sigh* and when you notice it on top of the covers with everything else you pick it up and read it.  

Put This on. The limo will pick you up at  eight –T.S

THE HELL YOU’RE GOING ALONG WITH A DATE YOU DIDN’T AGREE TO OR EVEN KNOW ABOUT TILL A FEW SECONDS AGO.

So you completely ignore it all and just change into comfy clothes and go whip up a quick dinner in the kitchen.

Eight rolls around and your happy curled up on the couch watching a movie with some desert.

You’ve forgotten all about Tony stark and the date until there’s a knocking at your door.

They knock three times. wait for a minute. knock again and then you can hear them through the door “Miss, the car’s waiting for you.”

“I’m not going– and you can tell Tony Stark that if he wants to impress me, he should come and talk to me and ask me himself!!”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you hear footsteps walk away.

You sigh in relief and enjoy the rest of the night.

The next morning you almost dread going in to work, expecting to see some other gift from Tony– but you go anyway and you’re shocked when you walk in and there’s nothing there, just your normal regular office and your desk exactly as you left it.

You literally freeze in the doorway for a second you’re so stunned.

Then you walk in and go on with your day which is completely normal.

It's almost spooky quiet from his end and you’re a little worried to be honest…

It’s later that night after you've  finished eating and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when there’s a knock in your door.    

You opening to see surprise, surprise: Tony stark.

But you are surprised cause for once Stark isn’t smirking, acting overly confident or flirting and he’s not dressed nicely in rich guy clothes like he was before– he’s looking …like a regular person actually, in a normal pair of jeans and a black Sabbath shirt.  

Tony’s even looking a little nervous and sad so when he asks if he can come in you find yourself saying “yeah” and letting him through.

As soon as the two of you are sitting comfortably in your living room Tony starts apologizing, saying he’s sorry  and asking if you  can  forgive him and give him a second chance. 

You say you think you can

so he asks you out– for real and in person this time being 100% himself.

You can tell/see all that and how dead serious he is– that he’s FINALLY being himself.

So you accept

Tony lights up with the biggest smile

You literally have no idea.

He thanks you and as you walk him to the door the two of you set up the date for that Monday at 7.

Monday rolls around and you kind of brace yourself– but how can you when you have no idea where your going or what your doing on this date.

You walk through your door expecting a gift to be waiting, but there’s nothing in the living room and when you walk into your bed room there’s no fancy evening gown or jewelry set waiting for  you.   

You’re very thankful

But also kind of suspicious…

 WHAT EXACTLY IS STARK PLANNING?!

Who knows. .. (well, I do *cackles* . . and i’ll tell you in a few minutes)

So, you get dressed up.

Not too fancy but not your normal everyday outfit either… and you wait.

At seven exactly the knock on your door comes.

You open it expecting to see Happy (or some lackey/helper of Tony’s) but it’s Stark himself on the other side of the door and he’s dressed surprisingly normally again.

At least you’ve seen him in fancier clothes most of the time.

Anyway, He stares at your for a second before telling you how gorgeous you look 

You think he’s going to say more and flirt with you nonstop like before as the  two of you walk down to the car (which he does) but it’s only on or two little comments– not nearly as over the top.

The next surprise come when you see it’s a car opared out from instead of a limo (it's a fancyass sports car though. . )  and Tony’s going to be doing the driving.

He’s a secret gentleman so Stark holds the door open for you as you get in.

Tony drives you to a restaurant– a nice one but not some overbearing five stars rich people restaurant and you're surprised (and slightly impressed– but you’re not about to tell him that)

He hasn’t even bought out the whole place for the night (*shocked gasps*) so there are people all around you and the normal amount of servers as you’re shown to a table, handed menus and left alone to decide your order.

  Once Both of you tell them what you want and you’re left alone again you start talking.

You end up smiling and laughing the whole time and enjoying the dinner– especially since the food is as fantastic as the conversation.

 After you leave the restaurant Tony ends up just driving you around in the car and talking together.

That is– until you spot a beach. 

You make him stop and drag him onto the sand, both of you smiling and laughing.

The two of you just walk along the water, stand in the waves, and talk. you both try your best to make the other smile or laugh.

the two of you sit on the sand and just relax and watch as the sky slowly turns into a sunset.   

Finally You guys grab your stuff, walk back to the car and he drives you home.

Tony walks you to your door and the to of you kinda stand  there for a minute

He’s not shy or nervous at all.

"I had a great time.”

“So does that mean you’d say yes if I asked you out again?”

“Maybe. . Ask me and we’ll see.” you’re teasing him of course and you both know it– you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

 You find yourself getting closer and so is he and suddenly you’re kissing.

It last a good two minutes before you break apart

“I’ll take that as a yes then”

You laugh at that and say goodnight before heading in. You just have time to hear him say good night back before the door closes behind you.

you’re totally the cliché  rom-com girl right then and stand there just smiling and thinking about him and the date before moving on– It was one of the best dates ever and you can’t wait for the next one.

Meanwhile, mr too-cool Tony stark is being just as cliché and doing the same thing.

Today was the most fun, relaxing, enjoyable days he's  had in he can’t remember how long and he’s already decided to  call at lunch the next day and ask you out again.

He’s just undecided whether he should just start looking at wedding rings tonight, or if he should save that for tomorrow.

Better make it tonight– you can’t be too careful.

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