blue supergiant

Avant-Garde

Word Count: 2659

Pairing: Tom HollandxFemale Reader

Warnings: nsfw and swearing

Summary: Fratboy!AU, fluff and smut

Note: @tbholland​ made me do it


The frat house was vibrating with the booming bass of loud music. Bodies mingled together, the air smelling of sweat, booze, and pot. You were leaning against the kitchen counter with your best friend Nicole, sipping your drinks and people watching. A game of beer-pong was happening on the dining table. Two guys were shotgunning beers by the fridge. Freshman girls in too-short skirts were grinding to the music in the living room, probably drunk for the first time in their lives. Most of the guys had lost their shirts by now–a couple of them were without pants, too–and were either running around, tripping over things or eyefucking the girls.

“Classy,” you said sarcastically, pointing out the girl in the living room giving a lapdance to a guy sitting on the couch.

“You’re literally drinking vanilla Pinnacle and coke,” your friend retorted. “You don’t get to talk about ‘classy.’”

“It’s not my fault they didn’t have any good mixers,” you mumbled into your cup.

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I thought I’d continue the series of DMS characters turned into celestial bodies :’D Libra is a blue supergiant like Rigel, and Soar is a blackhole (who apparently already ate a star or two cause man check out that glowy hair shit)

PS: they both were painful, Libra was the worst. he took me two days I will hate him forever

Messier 83

Nicknamed the Southern Pinwheel, M83 is undergoing more rapid star formation than our own Milky Way galaxy, especially in its nucleus. The sharp “eye” of the Wide Field Camera 3 (WFC3) has captured hundreds of young star clusters, ancient swarms of globular star clusters, and hundreds of thousands of individual stars, mostly blue supergiants and red supergiants.

Image credit: NASA ESA/Hubble

Humans are weird: The training grounds

*Quick note before I start: This is the 5th installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

Alarms blared as Kiara ran through the maze of corridors. “SHITSHITSHIT! Where the FUCK is she?” Boots clanging off the steel floors nearby told her that troops were closing in. Kiara took a deep breath and focused on the noises around her and managed to pick out gunshots echoing down the hall to her right. Turning towards the shots she picked up speed and tore down the hallway. The hot, dry air stung her lungs as she fought to push herself even faster but still the boots closed in. Finally Kiara rounded another corner and almost ran straight into Jeanne.

Jeanne opened her mouth to say something and then she looked over Kiara’s shoulder and instead pinned her to the wall of the corridor. “Give me a second.” Jeanne grunted as she stuck her sidearm out around the corner and fired blindly down the corridor Kiara had just come from. There was the sound of a body hitting the ground and the boots screeched to a halt followed by the electrical hum of an energy barricade. A second later the air was filled with gunshots as the troops opened fire in their direction. Jeanne crouched to lower her profile and kept her back pressed to the wall and gestured for Kiara to follow suit. “So this is turning out more fun than I thought it’d be.” Jeanne yelled over the roar of the gunfire.

Kiara caught her breath as she huddled next to her friend. “FUN?!” Jeanne chuckled “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for these jackasses to do something worth a fight.” Kiara’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “YOU PUNCHED THEIR ENVOY!” Jeanne shrugged and reloaded. “Hold that thought.” Jeanne pulled a fist sized cylinder from her backpack, hit the trigger and threw it down the hallway. The cylinder didn’t even have time to hit the ground before it scanned the hallway, picked the targets and sent a hundred inch long missiles speeding around the energy barricade and into the troopers. Jeanne got up from the floor and helped Kiara to her feet. Jeanne adjusted her gear and handed Kiara a sidearm.

“We should get going. I’ve already signaled for extraction, we just need to make it to the North wall.” “Jeanne there is no ‘North’ here. The magnetic fields are chaotic because of the unstable core. It’s the reason this whole place is a fucking desert!” Jeanne stopped in her tracks. “Shit…” Suddenly bulkheads slammed shut cutting them off in the middle of the corridor. “OK, that could have gone better.” Kiara slumped against the wall. “I can’t fucking believe you sometimes.” Jeanne pulled a cigarette out of a case in her pocket, lit up and took a long drag. “Yeah, I fucked this one up. Sorry. I’ve got a plan though.” 

Jeanne got to work setting up a series of devices around their section of the corridor and Kiara sighed. “It’s not entirely your fault. I wasn’t exactly trying too hard with this group.” Jeanne chuckled “I would have loved to have seen the Commander’s face when you told her that you were married to one of those ‘filthy furballs’.” Kiara smiled. “Yeah, I’m really not sure why the galactic council even wanted to try and reintegrate a faction of the EarthGov military that was still active after all this time.” Jeanne shrugged again and stubbed out her cigarette. “Gotta admit it’s been fun though. We haven’t done anything like this in a long time.”

Kiara shifted her weight as Jeanne leaned against the wall next to her. “Can’t help it really. You’re always off on deployment terraforming dangerous worlds and I’ve spent the better part of 20 sols jumping all over the galaxy. I know I should make more time for my friends.” Jeanne cocked an eyebrow at Kiara “Just friends? You don’t need to make more time for Mr Williams-Venn too?” Kiara shifted again. “It’s not like that. Turic cultures… They don’t exactly-” The sound of the bulkhead creaking open cut Kiara off.

Jeanne sprung up from the wall and hit an activation switch on her wrist, a powerful energy field sprung up in all directions shielding the pair from attack. The bulkhead finally retracted into the ceiling revealing several dozen soldiers outfitted in advanced armor with their weapons trained squarely on Jeanne. Jeanne held up a voice amplifier and yelled down the hall. “I INVOKE ARTICLE 317 OF MIL-SEC CODE AND DEMAND TRIAL BY SINGLE COMBAT!” The soldiers paused and looked at each other before one shouted back. “NAME AND RANK?” Jeanne squared her shoulders and bellowed back “STAFF SEARGENT JEANNE JETT. I AM CHALLENGING AS RANKING OFFICER FOR MY DEPLOYMENT GROUP FOR SAFE PASSAGE IN RETREAT OFFWORLD.”

Kiara held her breath as the soldiers were again silent before they finally shouted back their agreement to Jeanne’s terms. As the soldiers lowered their weapons and approached the shield Kiara whispered to Jeanne “Are you sure about this?” to which Jeanne only replied with her trademarked cocky grin and a wink. Jeanne lowered the shield and the soldiers parted to escort the pair out of the corridors. Despite the fact that there weren’t any identifiable markings and the electromagnetic fields scrambled most communications the soldiers led them through the maze of corridors with ease. Finally they were let out into the harsh blue light of the training yard.

This military outpost had been situated on a rocky, mostly barren world in long orbit around a dying blue supergiant. “Dying” was a relative term as it still had thousands, if not millions of sols before it finally collapsed and in the meantime the incredible heat of the star kept the base within habitable conditions even at such a distance. EarthGov had founded this outpost as a training site centuries earlier and the commander of the outpost had been so fanatical in his devotion to EarthGov that even after they had fallen he continued to train new generations of recruits until his eventual death. From what Kiara could tell, each successive commander had treated the outpost like their own personal fiefdom with each in turn making the decision to purposefully remain hidden from the rest of the galaxy.

The current commander Fortrix stood on a raised platform above the training grounds listening to one of her lieutenants. “So you wish to fight for your freedom? So be it, you’ll face me.” Commander Fortrix stepped down from the platform pulling her jacket and shirt off. At over 2 meters tall and nearly 120 KG the commander looked like wall of solid muscle. Fortrix stood in the harsh blue light, muscles rippling across her massive frame as she stretched and prepared for the fight. Jeanne followed suit, dropping her backpack and dozens of hidden weapons before peeling off her sweat drenched shirt and taking her place in the ceremonial fighting circle that had been hastily scratched into the dirt by the eager soldiers.

Jeanne and Fortrix locked stares and closed to the center of the circle where the height difference became readily apparent with Jeanne standing a full 30cm shorter than her opponent. Fortrix and Jeanne grasped each other’s forearms and slapped a closed fist to their bare chests to sign the verbal contract between the soldiers and they backed away to their respective sides of the ring. The lieutenant blew a horn and Fortrix lunged towards Jeanne. Kiara could barely follow the action as Jeanne pivoted, tried to drive a fist into Fortrix’s temple but Fortrix feinted at the last second and swept Jeanne’s legs out from under her dropping her to the ground. Jeanne rolled to the side avoiding Fortrix’s elbow as she smashed it into the dirt inches from her head and Jeanne countered by kicking off the ground and flipping into the air to drive a knee into Fortrix’s chest.

The soldier’s jeered at Jeanne scoring the first blow but cheered as Fortrix grabbed the knee and threw Jeanne clear to the other side of the ring. Jeanne twisted in midair and landed lightly on her feet and bolted back to the other side of the ring at a speed Kiara had never seen. Fortrix had just gotten back to her feet when Jeanne barreled into her heel first driving all of her momentum into the side of the commander’s knee. Fortrix howled in pain and crumpled to the ground as Jeanne spun using the momentum to her advantage and brought her fist around, slamming it into Fortrix’s temple knocking her senseless. The soldier’s fell silent as just that quickly the fight was over. Jeanne stood in the ring panting heavily as the sweat and blood streamed down her skin. Jeanne looked at Kiara and pointed to her voice amplifier which Kiara quickly tossed to her.

“LISTEN UP SHITLORDS! I HAVE DEFEATED YOUR COMMANDER IN SINGLE COMBAT! BY ARTICLE 317 OF MIL-SEC CODE YOU ARE NOW BOUND TO LET US RETURN TO OUR SHIP!” Kiara groaned to herself and wondered if Jeanne really had to call them “shitlords”. True to their word though, the crowd parted to allow Kiara and Jeanne to collect their equipment and leave as Fortrix was ushered off the field on a stretcher. The main door to the training ground slammed shut behind them and they heard a heavy bolt being slid in place. Diplomatically, this whole trip had been a disaster, but at least they had left alive.

Hours later Kiara was writing up her report back on the jumpship when Jeanne came to her quarters grinning and offering a bottle of Andarian wine. “Hey there. We never got to finish our conversation.” Kiara grabbed some glasses and within a few minutes the two of them were finally managing to relax for the first time in days. “I wasn’t joking earlier. What’s going on with you and Kit’cha?” Kiara sighed. “It’s a Turic thing. They don’t really do marriage the same way as humans. For them it’s weird to have emotional attachment to their mates. Kit’cha makes the effort and I appreciate it, but even after all this time it’s still weird for him so I don’t press it too much. There’s also sex…” Jeanne cocked an eyebrow “Oh?” “Human and Turic biology don’t exactly… mesh… that well. We’ve come to an agreement that if we can find another mate for ‘physical affection’ as he calls it, that as long as they’re OK with being part of this whole mess that neither of us have a problem with that.”

Jeanne coughed and gulped down her wine, her face rapidly turning a shade of crimson that Kiara had never seen on her. “So uh… have you uh… found any, umm, anyone to-” Jeanne trailed off. Kiara, grinning from ear to ear replied “Staff Sergeant Jett, are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?” Jeanne fumbled with her glass and mumbled “I mean, if you’re into that sort-” Jeanne wasn’t able to finish her sentence as Kiara was already kissing her, pressing both of their bodies into the couch. Maybe this mission hadn’t been a total disaster.

boy with eyes as bright
as a blue supergiant star,
who sees the universe and thinks
adventure. who finds solace
among ice giants and meteors alike.

boy who broke apart.
boy who came back to life and
strapped his jigsaw pieces together
using sticky glue and medical tape.
boy who refused to back down.

boy who rivals atlas with the
strength of his shoulders. boy who
tried to hold a planet close as it broke
apart, continents scattered and sharp, 
but still he refused to let go.

boy with hands so warm
you think they attempt to mimic
the heat of the stars he stares at
with those Rigel eyes. these hands 
could hold your heart steady with ease.

(and they do, they hold you all).


l.s. | HOW CREW VIEW CAPTAIN, A LOVE LETTER IN THE MAKING © 2016

The spectacular new camera installed on NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope during Servicing Mission 4 in May has delivered the most detailed view of star birth in the graceful, curving arms of the nearby spiral galaxy M83.

Nicknamed the Southern Pinwheel, M83 is undergoing more rapid star formation than our own Milky Way galaxy, especially in its nucleus. The sharp “eye” of the Wide Field Camera 3 (WFC3) has captured hundreds of young star clusters, ancient swarms of globular star clusters, and hundreds of thousands of individual stars, mostly blue supergiants and red supergiants.

The image, taken in August 2009, provides a close-up view of the myriad stars near the galaxy’s core, the bright whitish region at far right.

WFC3’s broad wavelength range, from ultraviolet to near-infrared, reveals stars at different stages of evolution, allowing astronomers to dissect the galaxy’s star-formation history.

The image reveals in unprecedented detail the current rapid rate of star birth in this famous “grand design” spiral galaxy. The newest generations of stars are forming largely in clusters on the edges of the dark dust lanes, the backbone of the spiral arms. These fledgling stars, only a few million years old, are bursting out of their dusty cocoons and producing bubbles of reddish glowing hydrogen gas.

The excavated regions give a colorful “Swiss cheese” appearance to the spiral arm. Gradually, the young stars’ fierce winds (streams of charged particles) blow away the gas, revealing bright blue star clusters. These stars are about 1 million to 10 million years old. The older populations of stars are not as blue.

A bar of stars, gas, and dust slicing across the core of the galaxy may be instigating most of the star birth in the galaxy’s core. The bar funnels material to the galaxy’s center, where the most active star formation is taking place. The brightest star clusters reside along an arc near the core.

The remains of about 60 supernova blasts, the deaths of massive stars, can be seen in the image, five times more than known previously in this region. WFC3 identified the remnants of exploded stars. By studying these remnants, astronomers can better understand the nature of the progenitor stars, which are responsible for the creation and dispersal of most of the galaxy’s heavy elements.

M83, located in the Southern Hemisphere, is often compared to M51, dubbed the Whirlpool galaxy, in the Northern Hemisphere. Located 15 million light-years away in the constellation Hydra, M83 is two times closer to Earth than M51.

Object Name: M83

Image Type: Astronomical

Credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)

Acknowledgment: R. O'Connell (University of Virginia) and the Wide Field Camera 3 Science Oversight Committee

Time And Space

mad-li  asked:

#28 for those prompts you reblogged? mileven please (st blog is hawwkins) love your blog and your writing! it's some of the best... getting me through to season two one small fic at a time. i thank you.

40 Prompts List #28: “Keep your eyes on me”
Thank you for the request! And for being so incredibly lovely! I really appreciate your kind words and hope you’ll enjoy this. Sorry it took so long! 💕 💕 

“And that’s Orion,” Mike said in a soft whisper, pointing to the southwest, “And that big, bright star is Rigel—it’s a blue-white supergiant.”

“Orion?” El echoed, her eyes following Mike’s fingers across the inky blue sky as they traced the constellation for her. She knew comparatively little about space, but the vastness of the universe fascinated her and Mike was a good teacher; El enjoyed listening to him talk, especially when he got excited about the things he was telling her.

“Yeah,” Mike paused in his drawing and turned his head so that he was looking at her, sprawled out on the plaid blanket next to him, wrapped in his favourite sweater, curls cascading out behind her head. “He’s a hunter. From Greek mythology—remember Lucas was telling you about Artemis and Athena last week?—and he could walk on water.”

“Cool,” El smiled and nodded, fondly remembering the stories of powerful goddesses Lucas had shared with her while they had been stargazing six days earlier. She had liked those stories. Tonight, however, it was just her and Mike—Lucas had gone home after dinner and El was staying with the Wheelers while Hopper worked late. She didn’t mind, of course. Any time at the Wheeler’s house meant more time with Mike.

El’s eyes flickered towards Mike, meeting his gaze briefly. Even in the darkness, she could see Mike blushing, his pale skin turning crimson under the freckles she sometimes counted like Mike counted stars. Wordlessly, El shifted closer to him and snuggled into the crook under his arm, Mike adjusting so that he could comfortably hold her. Resting her head on his chest, El sighed contentedly at the familiar smell of fabric softener and bubblegum that was Mike Wheeler.

“I’m tired,” she whispered into his shirt and she felt him grin against the top of her head.

“We can go inside,” Mike offered, “You can take a nap in Nancy’s bed.” He felt El shake her head.

“I’ll rest here,” she mumbled, her voice already thick with sleep. They had spent the afternoon riding with the rest of the gang, riding bikes and playing tag. “Story?”

“Sure thing,” Mike grinned. In a soft voice, Mike continued the story he had been telling El the previous night over the phone, picking up where he had stopped when he heard her breathing soften—a sure sign that she had fallen asleep. He didn’t get much further, prattling on for less than ten minutes before El was asleep against him. 

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In this stunning picture of the giant galactic nebula NGC 3603, the crisp resolution of NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope captures various stages of the life cycle of stars in one single view.

To the upper right of center is the evolved blue supergiant called Sher 25. The star has a unique circumstellar ring of glowing gas that is a galactic twin to the famous ring around the supernova 1987A. The grayish-bluish color of the ring and the bipolar outflows (blobs to the upper right and lower left of the star) indicates the presence of processed (chemically enriched) material.

Near the center of the view is a so-called starburst cluster dominated by young, hot Wolf-Rayet stars and early O-type stars. A torrent of ionizing radiation and fast stellar winds from these massive stars has blown a large cavity around the cluster.

The most spectacular evidence for the interaction of ionizing radiation with cold molecular-hydrogen cloud material are the giant gaseous pillars to the right and lower left of the cluster. These pillars are sculptured by the same physical processes as the famous pillars Hubble photographed in the M16 Eagle Nebula.

Dark clouds at the upper right are so-called Bok globules, which are probably in an earlier stage of star formation.

To the lower left of the cluster are two compact, tadpole-shaped emission nebulae. Similar structures were found by Hubble in Orion, and have been interpreted as gas and dust evaporation from possibly protoplanetary disks (proplyds). The “proplyds” in NGC 3603 are 5 to 10 times larger in size and correspondingly also more massive.

This single view nicely illustrates the entire stellar life cycle of stars, starting with the Bok globules and giant gaseous pillars, followed by circumstellar disks, and progressing to evolved massive stars in the young starburst cluster. The blue supergiant with its ring and bipolar outflow marks the end of the life cycle.

The color difference between the supergiant’s bipolar outflow and the diffuse interstellar medium in the giant nebula dramatically visualizes the enrichment in heavy elements due to synthesis of heavier elements within stars.

This true-color picture was taken on March 5, 1999 with the Wide Field Planetary Camera 2.

This picture is being presented at the 194th Meeting of the American Astronomical Society in Chicago.

Object Names: NGC 3603, Sher 25

Image Type: Astronomical

Credit: Wolfgang Brandner (JPL/IPAC), Eva K. Grebel (Univ. Washington), You-Hua Chu (Univ. Illinois Urbana-Champaign), and NASA

Time And Space

(NASA)  Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka
Image Credit & Copyright: Rogelio Bernal Andreo (Deep Sky Colors)

Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka, are the bright bluish stars from east to west (lower right to upper left) along the diagonal in this gorgeous cosmic vista. Otherwise known as the Belt of Orion, these three blue supergiant stars are hotter and much more massive than the Sun. They lie about 1,500 light-years away, born of Orion’s well-studied interstellar clouds. In fact, clouds of gas and dust adrift in this region have intriguing and some surprisingly familiar shapes, including the dark Horsehead Nebula and Flame Nebula near Alnitak at the lower right. The famous Orion Nebula itself is off the right edge of this colorful star field. The well-framed, wide-field telescopic image spans about 4 degrees on the sky.

A week later, and I’m still into Transistor much more than I’d like to admit and I still can’t play it. When I was making the Camerata picture, I actually made the Country background first, so I decided to use it for a Red/Blue picture. This was actually harder than it looks, since I realized some of my limitations I might need to practice. Plus, the Transistor was confusing due to its transparent nature, but still fun. Red is…interesting that she fits the idea of femme fatale in this cyber noire, but has to try and rise out of that role for her revenge in spite of a lack of voice, but with her own choice. I also find her and Blue’s(?) relationship true in the context of Cloudbank…Anyway, I digress.

I think I’m getting better.

I might do a Royce picture, or the Kendrells. I dunno. They fascinate me. Maybe Wave Tennegan with that jaw and nose. Oh well.

Nicknamed the Southern Pinwheel, M83 is undergoing more rapid star formation than our own Milky Way galaxy, especially in its nucleus. The sharp “eye” of the Wide Field Camera 3 (WFC3) has captured hundreds of young star clusters, ancient swarms of globular star clusters, and hundreds of thousands of individual stars, mostly blue supergiants and red supergiants.

WFC3’s broad wavelength range, from ultraviolet to near-infrared, reveals stars at different stages of evolution, allowing astronomers to dissect the galaxy’s star-formation history.

The image reveals in unprecedented detail the current rapid rate of star birth in this famous “grand design” spiral galaxy. The newest generations of stars are forming largely in clusters on the edges of the dark dust lanes, the backbone of the spiral arms. These fledgling stars, only a few million years old, are bursting out of their dusty cocoons and producing bubbles of reddish glowing hydrogen gas.

The excavated regions give a colorful “Swiss cheese” appearance to the spiral arm. Gradually, the young stars’ fierce winds (streams of charged particles) blow away the gas, revealing bright blue star clusters. These stars are about 1 million to 10 million years old. The older populations of stars are not as blue.

A bar of stars, gas, and dust slicing across the core of the galaxy may be instigating most of the star birth in the galaxy’s core. The bar funnels material to the galaxy’s center, where the most active star formation is taking place. The brightest star clusters reside along an arc near the core.

The remains of about 60 supernova blasts, the deaths of massive stars, can be seen in the image, five times more than known previously in this region. WFC3 identified the remnants of exploded stars. By studying these remnants, astronomers can better understand the nature of the progenitor stars, which are responsible for the creation and dispersal of most of the galaxy’s heavy elements.

M83, located in the Southern Hemisphere, is often compared to M51, dubbed the Whirlpool galaxy, in the Northern Hemisphere. Located 15 million light-years away in the constellation Hydra, M83 is two times closer to Earth than M51.

Object Name: M83

Image Type: Astronomical

Credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA), R. O'Connell (University of Virginia) and the Wide Field Camera 3 Science Oversight Committee

Time And Space

Orion Spring : As spring comes to planet Earth’s northern hemisphere, familiar winter constellation Orion sets in early evening skies and budding trees frame the Hunter’s stars. The yellowish hue of cool red supergiant Alpha Orionis, the great star Betelgeuse, mingles with the branches at the top of this colorful skyscape. Orion’s alpha star is joined on the far right by Alpha Tauri. Also known as Aldebaran and also a giant star cooler than the Sun, it shines with a yellow light at the head of Taurus, the Bull. Contrasting blue supergiant Rigel, Beta Orionis, is Orion’s other dominant star though, and marks the Hunter’s foot below center. Of course, the sword of Orion hangs from the Hunter’s three blue belt stars near picture center, but the middle star in the sword is not a star at all. A slightly fuzzy pinkish glow hints at its true nature, a nearby stellar nursery visible to the unaided eye known as the Orion Nebula. via NASA

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Prompt: “The way you flirt is shameful.”

Author: Kiwi

Pairing: Tony Stark/Reader

Words: 445

Warnings: Slightly NSFW? Language, terrible pick up lines, Fluff. This probably wasn’t as funny as I thought it was.

Synopsis: You are hanging out with Tony in his lab. Tony is a little shit and loves to use terrible pick up lines on you, despite the fact that you are already dating.


“Hey. Hey, Y/N.” You looked up from your book slowly, pushing your glasses back to rest on the bridge of your nose.

Tony stood on the other side of the room, messing around with the holo-screens in front of him. His mouth was stretching into a shit-eating grin, almost causing you to laugh out loud. Against all of your better judgment, you responded.

“What’s up?” You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table in front of you.

“What do you have in common with a blue supergiant?” You raised an eyebrow slightly. It wouldn’t really help to ask any questions at this point judging by  the almost comical grin that was still plastered across his face.

“I don’t know, Tony. What do I have in common with a blue supergiant?” You moved your arms so you could rest your head on your hands.

“You’re both super bright and super hot.” He giggled lightly, an odd sound that would have been concerning had you not known how hard he had been working.

“Aww. That was almost sweet.” You laughed and sat back in your chair, but Tony was far from done.

“You know, if I were an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase, so I could unzip your genes.” Tony had completely abandoned the work in front of him, putting his full attention to the god awful pickup lines.

“Tony. Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?” Tony shrugged, still giggling to himself slightly.

“Y/N, you turn my floppy disk into hardware.” Laughter burst from your mouth before you could stop it. Whatever you had expected, that was not it.

“Are you full of beryllium, gold, and titanium? Because you are be-au-ti-ful.” Well, that was sweet.

“That dress would look even better accelerating towards my bedroom floor at 9.8m/s squared.” And a lot less sweet. He was on a role and there was no stopping him now.

“Tony, the way you flirt is shameful.” You shook your head and turned your attention back to the book in your hands.

“You love it.” Finally he picked up the pieces sprawled around the table in front of him and began working again.

And he was right. Even if you would never admit it.