#thestarkreality

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[ofchaosandfire-blog]

thestarkreality replied to your post:

[THEY ARE SO BAD AT THIS BABY THING]

[SHE IS V AWARE OF THIS AND SHE'S TRYING NOT TO BE AN ASS BUT I DON'T THINK ITS WORKING]

[nefariouslywhitney]

thestarkreality replied to your post: So. Uh. Hi?

[He dodges with a wince, holding up his hands in surrender.] Okay, okay, I know I’m a jerk. I’m sorry?

Sorry? You're sorry?!

[ She rushed toward him, picking up anything and everything in her path to throw at him before she picked up a kitchen knife, waving it around ]

You left me alone, pregnant, with no one but Loki and Gabby to talk to. You left me to give birth by myself. If it wasn't for Loki I probably would have died! And you're sorry!?

[nefariouslywhitney]

So. Uh. Hi?

[ She stares at him for a good long while before she gets up, picking up whatever object is closest and tossing it at him ]

[nefariouslywhitney]

Whitney wasn't sure if he was ever going to come out. Not only was he in there for almost two weeks after her due date, but her labour was long and hard. Fifteen hours of it. She was sure that if there was a God up there, he was punishing her. 

          She was sure she was going to die. Whitney had been shot, stabbed, cut and burnt before; but never had she felt anything like this. Her back and muscles ached; her eyes stung with tears and her skin burnt from the heat and the effort all of this took.

          And, of course, when the baby started to crown. She tore the sheets, she almost bit through her lip, and she cursed Anthony Stark in every language she knew. If she ever saw him again she wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Not this time.

                      This time he deserved it.

          After the final push Whitney cried when the baby did, though it wasn't from happiness; more like relief. She was so tired. She left Loki with the baby as she let her legs down; sweaty calfs cooling in sticky blood as she caught her breath, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.

          She had Tony Stark's child. A baby by the man she loved but she didn't want it. She didn't want the burden of their love; she only wanted Tony, but he wasn't here. He wasn't with her, holding her hand or whispering I love you's to try and soothe her. He wasn't here. Probably off with some tart, while she lay bleeding from his baby.

          Just kill me, she prayed, opening her eyes to the ceiling; to the God who had abandoned her long ago.

                               "If you're there, just let me die..."

[nefariouslywhitney]

whitney is due soon oh my god help me

[nefariouslywhitney]

[ i can totally fucking see it now too

"Lucas baby go and stand against the wall. Mommy's going to measure your height."

*tosses a fucking knife above the kids head*

*tony walks in as she tosses it and proceeds to faint* ]

[nefariouslywhitney]

Your and thestarkreality?

fkn here we go alright

Name: Lucus Edwin Stark

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Looks like his mother: pale, grey eyes and dark hair.

Personality: Smart, very smart, and slightly psychotic. Bordering on puppy-killer. He is his mother’s son.

Special Talents: He loves pulling things apart to see how they work and then putting them back together again.

Who they like better: Mommy dearest, of course.

Who they take after more: Mother.

Personal Head canon: When Luke was fifteen he 'accidentally' killed his mother’s pet cat. Whitney knew better, or course, and ignored it. Which she shouldn’t have done because he only got more confident. He resents his father for never being there and he truly is a mother’s boy. Very much a mini-me of Tony in their same tragic upbringing, since Whitney drank often and Tony was always too busy with work.

Face Claim: charmingly sinister evil david bowiesque Dane DeHaan