Being A Stark

You finish your homework before even looking at the website your English teacher had suggested you take a look at. NaNoWriMo. You had written it down so you wouldn’t forget it, especially with how it was spelled. But you can’t say you’re not intrigued. Your mom and dad keep tossing the idea of writing a book to you, especially with how storytelling at nights goes with Morgan. But the idea of writing a book, in thirty days nonetheless, that’s a little daunting. But glancing at the website, there’s a ton of people that do it, there’s even a community of people in your area that you can join to do online or in person write-ins. So against your better judgment and the thoughts in your mind telling you that you won’t be able to write a book while school is happening, you sign up. You don’t know what you’ll write, but you sign up for the website. Make the username something that doesn’t connect back to you and add a photo of one of the covers you love of the Rolling Stones albums instead of your face. You want this to be about writing instead of about being Tony Stark’s kid. You fill out the profile about you, without actually using your name. 

Username: coffeeandwritingNYC

About coffeeandwritingNYC: Born in Queens, live outside of NYC with my mom, dad, and sister. Trying out this because my English teacher and parents have all told me that I need to try to write a book so why not try writing one in a month. I read way more than I write. Most of my writing is for school since I’m a freshman in high school for the second time (thanks Blip). Favorite subjects are history and english. Keep me as far away from science and math as possible! 

Favorites:

Books: (up to five)

-The Caraval Series

-The Illuminae Files

-A Tree Grows In Brooklyn

-Simon Vs. The Homosapien Agenda/Love, Simon

-War and Peace

Authors: (up to five)

-Becky Abertolli

-Stephanie Garber

-Leo Tolstoy

-Jay Kristoff & Amie Koffman

-Blythe Baird

After filling out your profile, you look at the awards you can earn. There are badges for writing days in a row as well as hitting certain writing goals. Plus there’s the award for completing NaNoWriMo as well as something called Camp NaNoWriMo. Then you see Personal Achievement badges. What are those? You hover your mouse over them to see. Pantser? You read over the badges and it seems like they are awards you can give to yourself. You click a couple of them that you can already give, such as Pantser as well as Old School Wrimo. The rest you’ll have to wait until NaNo begins tomorrow to see what happens. You could post about it on social media?

@Y/NStark: Guess I’m going to give this #NaNoWriMo thing a try this year. Anyone else doing it?

@NaNoWriMo: @Y/NStark We’re excited to have a Stark among us this year! What type of story are you writing?

@Y/NStark: @NaNoWriMo We’ll find out when I start it tomorrow 

@writerJillianPetty: @Y/NStark @NaNoWriMo I’m starting my novel on the fly tomorrow too! You should join us at the write-ins in Queens! I’ll DM you the information!

@youknowwhoiam: @Y/NStark is writing a novel? Hmm, wonder who told her that would be a good idea

@Y/NStark: @youknowwhoiam I hope you can feel how hard I am rolling my eyes at you

@youknowwhoiam: @Y/NStark keep that up and you’ll be grounded for even longer

@PepperStark: @youknowwhoiam get off twitter. You’re in a board meeting.

@Y/NStark: yeah @youknowwhoiam. You don’t want @pepperstark to ground you too.

You set your phone down, knowing that your mom and dad are sitting in some boring meeting while you’re planning your November out. To hit fifty thousand words in thirty days, you need to write 1,667 words per day, which doesn’t seem like that much. You’ve had to write more than that on essays before. So writing that much per day shouldn’t be that hard.

You’re a liar. And your cursor is taunting you. You never should have told yourself this was going to be easy yesterday. Because you’ve written a total of one hundred and fifty words and all of them are total crap. There’s so much world building that has to be done in your book and you’re not even writing a fantasy piece. This is bullshit. 

“How goes the writing?” Your dad asks, sitting at the table next to you.

“It’s not.”

“I thought I heard some keys clicking in here?” He asks, sipping on a mug, filled with who knows what.

“You might have, but I wouldn’t call it writing. I would call it utter crap.”

“Well. First drafts can be like that. The first mark of the Iron Man suit was literally made of scraps.”

“I know, I know, scraps in a cave. Everyone knows the story, but that was different. You were being held hostage. I’m not. This is just hard to get started.”

“So then don’t start at the beginning.”

“What?”

“Jump in in the middle. Write a scene and come back to the beginning later. Or better yet start in the middle. Last I checked you’re the author, so it’s up to you to decide what makes the beginning, not someone else. There’s no map saying this is how you have to do anything.” Your dad cocks his eyebrow at you and you know he’s right. “But if you don’t like what you made, make something different. You have all the power here.”

“Sounds like you’ve made a few things before.” You tease back.

“Made a lot of things. But I’ve also made a lot of crap too.” Your dad says teasing you. “So what are you going to do?”

“Restart, because these words ain’t it.” You say with a shrug before highlighting the words and then hitting delete. “Time for a fresh start.”

“You’ve got this kiddo.” 

Seven days. You’re seven days in and nearly twelve thousand words into your book. Once you finally found the theme to go off of, it became easier. Tomorrow will be your first write in. Happy is coming with you, since it’s taking place in Queens on a Saturday. Five hours of uninterrupted writing time at a coffee house. Plus you’re excited to actually write around other writers. The past seven days have been writing at the kitchen table, but it means working around your parents, Morgan, and Finn and sometimes that means getting your writing out, but other times it means getting a few words out, before being interrupted. 

“Happy is taking you into the city today right sweetheart?” your mom asks as you grab low snacks out of the pantry. 

You throw a couple packs of applesauce into your backpack that holds your laptop, charger, and headphones. “Yup. We’re going to Astoria Coffee.”

“That’s not that place you usually go to is it?” You shake your head as you swing your backpack on your back.

“No, not at all. This is nowhere near MSST. It’s closer to Manhattan.”

“Does that mean you won’t see Peter then?” Your dad asks as he walks into the kitchen.

“Pretty sure he’s busy doing homework or maybe his internship,” You say, seeing Morgan running towards the kitchen. “He and I might be in the same city, but we’ll be miles apart.”

“I don’t think that it’s possible for you two to be in the same city and him not appear where you are. With your luck, he’ll catch a ride back here with you.” Peter had texted you that he would be swinging around Queens before starting on his big project that is due by the end of the semester. But he did mention coming by at some point this weekend, not only to see you, but also to utilize your dad’s lab for the project. He must have texted your dad about using the lab too. 

“Something about New York City being more like a small town or something,” Pepper says smiling over her glass as she takes a sip of her green juice, repeating what you had said back years ago when you went thrifting for your first first day of ninth grade. 

“Well it is.” You can’t help but argue before taking a sip of the glass your dad had sat at your own chair. “Can Happy just drop me off at the write in?” You beg, trying to be normal. No other writer is going to have a bodyguard at this.

“Over my dead body.” Tony says. “I’m keeping you safe kiddo. Think of it as practice for Europe.” You roll your eyes but don’t even push it. You know your dad is set on this. Instead you just fidget with the sleeves of your emerald green sweater and drink your green juice. Kyle chooses this moment to start beeping at you, so you look at the screen to see what the notification is. Signal loss- hip hooray. 

Happy walks in the door a few moments later. “Ready to head out kid?” 

“Give me one moment; need to grab one last thing.” You run back up to your room and grab some replacement pump supplies as well as your open vial of insulin just in case. “Now I’m ready.”

You don’t normally get nervous. You’re a Stark after all. You walk into places and know that people are normally excited to see you. But this is different. You’re walking into a room of writers. Writers who have probably done NaNoWriMo a million times and you’re just a baby writer; you’ve never even finished writing a novel before. Your heart is pounding in your chest. 

“Y/N, over here!” A voice calls out from near the back of the coffee shop. A girl who you vaguely know from Twitter waves you towards a group of tables that are all pulled together, covered with laptops and notebooks. “I’m Jillian, we spoke over Twitter a bunch of times. I’m one of the MLs for NYC as well, specifically for Queens.” 

“What’s a ML?” You ask.

“Municipal Liaison. But most of us just call them MLs ‘cause it's a mouthful.” A dark skinned boy standing next to Jillian answers. “I’m Kennedy.”

“Y/N. And this is Happy.”

“You also a writer, Happy?” Kennedy asks.

“No. I’m here to make sure that Y/N stays safe. Otherwise Tony kills me.” Happy looks towards you. “I’ll get you coffee. Get set up.” You nod slightly, surprised that Happy isn’t wanting to stay within two inches of you.

“So this is your first NaNo right?” Jillian asks as you start to pull your computer out of your backpack.

“Yeah and so far so good. I’m on track with my writing goals.”

“Good for you. I’m behind since work had me work doubles the past three days.” A dark haired, pale skinned girl across the table says. “I’m Talia.”

“Y/N.” You raise a hand in introduction. You notice a girl glancing over at you.

“I’m Lydia. I think we actually go to school together. MSST?”

“Yeah, I do go there.”

“I’m a junior. If you’re interested in writing, you should come sit in on the school paper meetings. We can always use more writers. Plus Dr. Bradley is always willing to give advice on side projects if you want it.”

“Isn’t Dr. Bradley one of the senior English teachers?”

Lydia nods before saying, “She is and she’s amazing. She literally helped me plot out my NaNo piece for this year and it helped me get farther than I normally would be at this point.”

“How many years have you done NaNo?” 

“This is year four. One of my friends got me into it during the Blip.” You nod, not wanting to explain that you had been Blipped. “But I’m hoping I actually finish this year. I was really close last year, but got really sick the final week and didn’t get my writing done.” Lydia opens her laptop so it can boot up and then looks at you. “What made you want to do it?” 

“Do you know Mr. Briggs?”

“Yeah, I had him for freshman year English.”

“Well both him and my parents have both been saying I should try writing a book. But he was the one who told me about NaNoWriMo, so I decided what better way to give writing a book a try?”

“I’m pretty sure Mr. Briggs participates each year and that’s why he’s so set on getting students to participate too.” Lydia says with a laugh. “But it’s a good way to try writing. Don’t stress about finishing though. Just keep writing. That’s all that matters.” Happy sets a latte in front of you. 

“Sugar free hazelnut almond milk latte with one equal.”

“Thanks Happy.” You smile up at him from your seat.

“I’ll be sitting just over there.” He points over to a table a few feet away. “You need anything, you just shout.”

“I got it. Thanks Happy.”

“Family friend?” Lydia asks.

“Yes and no. He’s the forehead of security if you ask my dad, but that’s just my dad using nicknames. He’s been part of the family ever since I became a part of it though. He’s here to keep me safe.”

“Being a Stark and all?” Lydia asks.

“Exactly.” Your laptop boots up rather quickly.

“What genre are you writing, Y/N?” Jillian asks. “Lydia is writing a thriller, Kennedy is writing a romcom, Talia is doing romance, I’m doing a YA contemporary. So what are you working on?”

“Queer YA dystopian.” You say with a smile. “It took me a while to get there though. I think I wrote a few attempts before I settled on anything.”

“My first year doing NaNo I wrote half a draft and then restarted.” Kennedy admits. “Wasted half the month before getting into the flow of the book I’m currently editing to publish.”

“You’re publishing your book?”

Kennedy can’t help but nod. “It’ll be on shelves next year. Took a lot of effort, but it’s worth it.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Maybe you’ll be the next one of us to join the published ranks.” Talia teases.

“Have you published anything?” You can’t help but ask.

“Not yet, but I hope to one day.” Talia admits and you see Lydia nod in agreement.

“It’ll happen one day.” Jillian adds.

“Says the three time published author.” Lydia teases.

You can’t stop the words that escape your mouth. “You’ve been published three times?”

“The first two times I was self published. Only my last time was through a publishing house.” Jillian shrugs as if it’s not as big of a deal as it is.

“That’s amazing! Three books out there in the world with your name on it.” You take a sip of your latte before adding, “Literal goals Jillian.”

“Well thank you.” She moves her own mug of coffee to sit on the right side of her computer. “Do we want to do some writing sprints to start?” Everyone but you nods your head. You’re not entirely sure what she means by this, but the confusion must have been painted across your face. “Word sprints are basically sprints of time where you just write as much as you can. No amount of writing is too small.”

The afternoon passes with sprint after sprint. You actually hit your goal for today and surpass it, but more importantly you’re getting a big chunk of work done on your novel. You’ve written four major scenes as well as hit a couple connector scenes as well. The clock is about to hit five, which is technically when this write in stops. But you want to finish the scene you’re writing before the clock strikes writing midnight, so your fingers are clacking away so fast that you don’t even notice the person that walked up behind you. “Yeah I think that’s the way to write it too.” Peter’s voice comes from behind you and your head snaps around.

“What are you doing here?” 

Peter places a kiss on your cheek. “Thought I’d catch a ride back to the cabin with you and Happy. Plus it’s been too long since I saw my girl and I missed you.” You introduce Peter to everyone around the table. 

“Lydia goes to MSST too.” You say when you get to her. “She’s a junior. Peter’s a sophomore.”

“Peter’s not a writer?” Lydia asks and you shake your head.

“He follows more of the typical studies of the school.”

“Science and technology. So he must get along real well with your dad.”

“Depends on if my dad remembers he’s dating me or not. If he does, he gets very protective.” You can’t help but let out a laugh. “My dad is great but the overprotectiveness is real.”

“Seeing how overprotective he was about Earth, I can’t imagine being his daughter.” Talia teases.

“Exactly. It’s like a million times worse.” You roll your eyes, letting her know you don’t actually mind it.

“I’ve seen some of his Instagram posts about you. He seems like he really loves you and your sister though.” Lydia says.

“That he does. He just forgets to let go of being overprotective sometimes.” You admit.

“If that’s his biggest character flaw, you could do a lot worse.” Peter points out. 

You think about that for a moment, knowing that Peter is probably right. “Yeah, I guess you make a point there Parker. My dad is pretty great.” You throw your laptop back into your backpack. “I had a ton of fun today. Thanks for inviting me, Jillian.”

“Of course. We’re going to do another one of these next weekend too if you want to get some more writing done. We were going to take a picture to update our Discord of who came before you head out.”

“Sure. That would be cool. I don’t use Discord though, so can you send it to me on Twitter?”

“I can, but you should look into Discord too. We use it to run sprints when we’re not together. It’s fun too.”

“Really? That’s awesome. I’ll have to look into it.” Peter has talked about how Ned and him used Discord for gaming and stuff but the fact that your writing friends use it makes you want to at least look into it. 

Day fifteen. You’re halfway through NaNoWriMo now and you’re still on track for now. But you’ve got three tests and a first draft of an essay due next week so unless you start working on that, you’ll either fall behind on those or on NaNo. The last week has been a lot of nights of coming straight home from school, flying through your homework as quickly as you can, and then spending most of your night on Discord doing writing sprints to get your writing in. You’ve hit some road blocks along the way- characters that don’t want to go the direction you need them to go, plot lines that don’t want to move in the direction that you need them to, and even worse, staring at blank pages just not knowing what to write, but for the most part you’ve been able to overcome that and get the words in that you need to. 

Your goal for today is to surpass twenty five thousand words to stay on track. To be honest you only really need to write a thousand words to be on track, but you’d like to write a little more to get ahead. You’re at two hundred words past twenty four thousand since you got a head yesterday. But with everything going on at school next week, you need to stay ahead. So you’re sitting at the kitchen table to write while Morgan is in the living room watching some Disney channel show on the tv. You’re staring at the cursor blinking at the line you’re supposed to be starting the next chapter on. You didn’t join in on the last word sprint, because honestly you don’t know what you want to do with the next chapter. 

“Hey kiddo.”

“Hi Dad.”

“How goes the writing?” Tony asks as he sits down across the way from you.

You stare at the document a moment longer before looking up at your dad. “Uh, it doesn’t. I don’t know what to do with this next chapter. I kind of wrote my character into a bad place and don’t know how to get them out of it.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well they’re trapped in this dungeon because they got captured. But I don’t know how they escape.”

“What if they don’t?”

“What?”

“What if they didn’t escape? What if by being captured they were brought for interrogation or something and that led to them learning information that helped them fight the person that caught them?”

“That doesn’t actually happen though.” You roll your eyes.

Tony smiles at you before speaking. “It actually happens more than you would think. Evil villains prefer to give these big rambling talks that give away too much and then your hero can usually escape because of it. They just have to be able to think on their feet.”

“I don’t want to know about situations where that was the case.”

“Good, because I wasn’t going to give examples.” Tony says with a smile. “You going to join in on another writing sprint?” Tony had gotten used to music and pings going on in the kitchen when you were in the middle of your writing sprints. It was the mood you needed to be able to write.

“Probably. I just needed to figure out what I was doing with the chapter before I joined in. I need to get to twenty five thousand today.”

“The halfway mark.”

“It is halfway through the month, Dad.”

“Well I’ll let you get back to writing. If you have any more questions about what a hero would do-”

“I’ll ask Mom,” you tease with a smile.

Day twenty three and you feel like you might be screwed. Because you spent all day yesterday revising your essay, you didn’t get your word count in. So not only do you have to write three thousand and four hundred words to get back on track, but you also have an essay that’s due by midnight tonight and you still need to finish editing it. Some break this is turning out to be. First things first, you need to get your essay finished and turned in. NaNo is fun and you’re loving it, but school will have to come first. 

You turn on your playlist and can’t help as Highway to Hell starts to play. It’s exactly the mood you’re feeling and you feel like your dad will approve too. Your dad walks into the kitchen and smiles as he hears the music you both love. “AC/DC kind of day?” 

“Trying to motivate myself to get my essay turned in.”

“This is the one for your history class right?” You simply nod as you boot up your computer, opening your essay as soon as you can. You’re itching to open your novel and continue it, but you know you need to finish this first. “When’s it due?”

“Tonight at midnight. But I also need to get a little over three thousand words written on my novel, so I’m hoping to get it turned in in the next hour or so if I can.”

“Seeing as it’s not a science essay, I think you’ve got this on lock.”

“It’s just the fact that I’m still doing edits on it. If it was just a writing thing, it wouldn’t be a problem. But I’ve been editing it for the past twenty four hours and I’m still not happy with it. Plus I had to rewrite the middle three pages because my teacher didn’t like the structure of them and I don’t know if I like how they sound now.”

“You know, science may be my strong suit, but I can read over an essay and help. Or Mom is really good at reading over documents and making sure they sound professional. And we’re always here to help with things like this.”

“Really?” Your dad has helped you a million and one times with your Chemistry homework, but asking him to help with your History paper feels different. 

“Really. There is nothing in this world that you could ask us to help you with that we would say no to. Even if we don’t have a solution for it, we will find one to help with any problem you’re having.” Your dad reminds you that your parents are always here for you. You decide not to say anything further and instead turn your research paper towards your dad. 

“Help?” You say softly. 

“Oh, the Louisiana Purchase.” Your dad starts reading over the paper you’ve spent the past three weeks working on. Honestly you know too much about the Louisiana Purchase now and you just want to turn in your paper so that you’re finally done with it all. You watch as your dad’s eyes scroll the page, making notes in the margin of things, but saying nothing as he reads the paper you’ve poured bits of yourself into over the past few weeks. It’s hard not to pour your soul into things you write because it’s your writing. You feel the need to spend hours writing and rewriting. And somehow during that your soul gets wound into the words on the page. Even if they’re boring words, it’s still interwound. “I think for the most part this is really good. You’ve got a great structure. It’s really informative. There’s a couple really small changes I made suggestions about. Flipping a sentence or two, because you introduced something that putting the second sentence first makes more sense in a few places. But other than that, there’s not a ton of changes that I think it needs. I would say, ask Pepper to read over it just to make sure, since she’s better at things like this. However that’s all I can see.” 

“I’ll have her look at it.” You agree, knowing your dad is probably right that she’s a good option too.

Day twenty eight. Yesterday got away from you with Black Friday shopping and hanging out with your family and the Avengers who are staying at the cabin for Thanksgiving weekend, so you only hit a few hundred words over what you had to write to stay on track. You hit the goal for yesterday, but you had hoped to get ahead yesterday and that didn’t happen. Today’s goal is to hit forty six thousand and change. But you’d love to get over forty seven thousand. But it means getting your character through some battle scenes. And that’s the last thing you want to write. 

It seems like a good idea to use a focus app so that you don’t mess with your phone until you get some writing done. You set the timer for an hour. You get blood sugar readings through your pump so it’s not like you need to check it in the next hour. Plus you get to grow cute little plants by focusing. So honestly it’s a win win. Now you just have to get scenes to pour out on the page. If only it was easy today. But instead you’ll have to pull each line out of you like drawing blood. You type a few sentences that you honestly don’t love but they can always get cut in revision before deciding to just put headphones on and blast your music.

You let some new music play that Betty had been telling you to check out so you can have something playing that you don’t just want to jump around and scream the lyrics out loud. Before you know it your phone goes off that the hour has passed, but you’re in the middle of a scene that you actually sort of know where you want it to go so instead of stopping to check your texts, you press the timer to start another hour of writing. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve been writing when your dad taps your shoulder with his phone. You slide one side of your headphones off and say “writing. Can it wait?”

“Nope. Certain spider is worrying after you not replying to a bunch of text messages. Which if I didn’t see you, I would be worried too about that since you have your phone glued to you.” His hand continues to hold the phone out to you. You take it with one hand still typing with the other hand. Placing it in between your head and your shoulder, you return your other hand to help type. 

“Bit busy Parker.” You say, still working on getting the words onto the page in front of you.

“You never don’t answer multiple texts though. I was worried.” Peter’s voice reverberates in your ear.

“I’m writing babe. And I was using that new app I told you about that lets me grow plants. I can’t answer texts while it’s going.”

You hear a sigh released from Peter. “Should have known I’m being replaced by virtual plants.”

“Never. The plants don’t kiss like you do.” You add with a giggle as you see your dad roll his eyes at your interactions with your boyfriend. “But I am in the middle of writing the huge battle scene so can I call you later?”

“Yeah, I guess if you ever get off the computer, I’ll be waiting.”

“You know you could go patrol. That would distract you.” 

“My girlfriend is the smartest.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Or she knows you.” You say, not wanting to comment on the smart comment. You know of at least one person who would disagree with it. “Imma go babe. Go have fun patrolling or something while I write.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” You hang up the phone and hand it back to your dad.

“I still don’t like that you use the L word with him.”

“Busy writing Dad. We can have this discussion later.” You turn away from him, but he places a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Sorry, I’ll stop distracting my favorite author.”

Day thirty. It’s actually here. You’re on the last day of the month and you only need to write 1,657 words to hit fifty thousand. But until you write those final words, you’ll feel the stress sitting in between your ribs. The fact that you had to go to school today meant that you had to wait until after school to write, which is why you’re sitting in the backseat waiting for Happy to pull up to the cabin. Peter is next to you, coming to help your dad with a project or maybe he’s coming over to work on his project for school, you’re not really sure which. 

All you have to do this afternoon is wrap up your last plot line. But you’re a little unsure if you can do that in less than two thousand words. You might end up writing over fifty thousand depending on how long the plot line runs. You have to get your main character and her love interest back together after splitting them up to deal with two groups of baddies. So getting them back together is the first step you need to do. 

When you see the cabin pulling up finally, you feel like you can breathe again, knowing that you’ll be able to write soon. You have homework you need to attack, but you can hear the words you want to put on the page whispering in your ear, so maybe it’s write first, homework second today. 

Tony is waiting by the front door. His face lights up when he sees you and Peter walking towards the house. “Good day?” he asks, hoping it was.

“Pretty decent. Got a 100 on my math test.” Peter admits.

“Good, good. Tell you later. Need to go write.” You place a kiss on his cheek before turning to walk towards the kitchen table. 

“Guess that’s our sign to leave her be.” Tony teases Peter, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder.

“Guess so.” Peter says, even though he’d rather stay and watch you write. When you get into the writing headspace, he loves to watch the lines form as you stumble to find the right words and see the moment the ah ha moment happens where you know exactly where you’re taking your scene. It’s one of the coolest things to watch, but he rarely gets to see it. He’ll have to just wait and see if you’re still writing when he comes up from the lab.

Fin. You wrote the word and you can feel your heart pounding. You did it. 54,310 words later and you have the first draft of a novel. It barely feels real, but you actually wrote a novel. That’s something you had only ever dreamed of doing. But you have the proof sitting in front of you. All ninety one pages are sitting in front of you with the words you wrote splayed across them. 

“Stuck with what to write next?” Tony asks as he comes to get some water.

“I… finished.” Tony looks up with a smile plastered across his face.

“You finished? You wrote a novel?” He asks, shutting the sink off. He sits the glass on the counter and comes over to you. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Dad.” You turn the computer screen so he can see the word fin that’s at the bottom of page ninety one.

“I knew you could do it.” Your dad leans over to place a kiss on your head. “So now you’re going to do your actual homework?”

You can’t help but smirk. “So you noticed that.”

“I notice everything when it comes to you.” Tony admits. “This calls for a celebration.”

“Me not doing homework calls for a celebration?” You can’t help but be confused by his train of thought.

“No, you finishing the novel calls for a celebration. I’ll talk to Mom about it and see what we can come up with.” He places another kiss on your head. “Now do you need the boyfriend to help with chemistry?”

“Yeah, I might have to steal him if he’s not busy doing his project.”

“I have a feeling he will come help his girl.”