#the gold and silver ones? ew gross disgusting

[crow-the-unknown]

anyone else... *dodges bullet* really love the blue chrome buckets or- *gets shot and crumples very dramatically to the floor in a heap*

[zweetpea]

TBRAHE Chapter 2 the aftermath

Warning: Foul language, infidelity, pg13

After yesterday you just wanted to curl into your bed and never get out. That was until a cold little snoot booped you on the nose. 

“Riko, hey buddy. Where’ve you been? I missed my favorite boy.” You pulled the small white dragon into your arms; his golden hair swishing as you sat up with him on your lap. “How could Satoru be so cruel when he’s the reason that you’re in my life.” Riko had been Satoru’s wedding present for you. He meant it as a joke, but it’s not everyday that you find a docile curse. So, you kept Riko to spite your husband, or at least that’s how it started. Over time you’d grown attached to him.

“(Y/n)! The king is asking for an audience with you this morning!” Addison called from outside the room. 

“I’m coming! Addie please come in and prepare an outfit for me!” You called out. Riko hopped onto your head. 

“I’m already on it.” She smiled as she entered the room and walked into your wardrobe. You headed to the bathroom. “Your highness, how was your sleep last night?” 

“It was adequate.” 

“I’ve noticed that Riko has decided to grace us with his presence.” She snarked at the lizard. He growled at her comment. 

“Okay that’s enough Riko.” You gently pulled him off of you and placed him on the ground beside the tub. 

“I love you your highness, but I can’t understand how you can so casually walk around with him. He’s a curse and he was a gift from your no good husband.” 

“You said yesterday that he wasn’t so bad.” 

“Well that was before I knew that he was cheating on you.” 

“So I shouldn’t forgive him?” 

“No! Were you seriously considering it?” 

“Yes! You’re always so kind and you’re always trying to be the bigger person and forgive everyone.” 

“Well that’s because nobody has ever cheated on me and humiliated me as badly as he did to you. I was honestly considering not giving you the kings message but I was afraid that he’d have my head.” 

“Addie, no one will ever take you away from me. Not even the king, I won’t allow it.” 

“Thank you (Y/n). Now back to the subject of Riko.” 

“He’s just so cute! Plus he has regenerative abilities and-” 

“-And you’ve trained him to heel those in the palace plus he regenerates energy for you. I get that. You’ve only explained it about a hundred or so times. I don’t get how you aren’t afraid of him though. He’s pocket sized right now but at any moment he could turn on you. Just please be careful, okay?” 

You smile and pat the sweet blondes head. “I will be.” 

“Cmon then. Let’s get you dressed for the day.” Addison pulled you out of the tub and started to dress you in an off the shoulder gold dress with long flowing sleeves, and white branches embroidered on the big poofy skirt. Addison braided your hair in twin braids and set a silver crown with yellow sapphires on your head. 

The two of you walked to the dining hall engaged in pleasant idle chat. Riko hanging from your neck. 

As you enter the dining hall you take the seat next to the edge seat to keep some distance between you and your husband, who’s sat himself at the head of the table. “Must she be here?” You growl at your husband as he feeds Marissa chocolate covered fruits such as raspberries and orange slices. You’ve never been a fan of either fruit. 

Satoru looked over at you annoyed and the wench looked at you and screamed. “EW! It’s so disgusting! And the snake thing on its neck is gross too!” 

“(Y/n), I’ve told you so many times that if you want that curse to stay then you need to keep it in a cage.” 

“You always want to keep everything in a cage don’t you.” You mumble. You look over them and realize that your husband wasn’t wearing anything over his eyes. Every time you saw him he wore some three piece blue suit and a black blindfold or other cloth over it. Marissa on the other hand was dressed in a short pastel yellowish cream colored dress  with a dark blue feather shawl and a gold necklace with blue apatite gemstone and a small tiara headband to match. 

“Guards, take that curse back to her chambers.” Satoru waves. 

“Hey! Wait! Don’t hurt him! Satoru!” 

“You should refer to him as your majesty.” 

“Ugh. How dare you to talk to me that way! I seriously wonder who you think you are sometimes.” You stand to tower over the harlot. 

“Oh, well that’s simple.” 

“Maymay. Not now.” Satoru grumbled. 

“I’m going to be the future queen! Ruru is going to divorce you and marry me!” 

You slam your hands on the table and lean over. “Ha! Jokes on you then. By the terms of “Ruru”’s and my marriage contract if one of us divorces the other they loose their right to the throne!” 

“WHAT?! Ruru!” 

“Yeah, back like two hundred years ago there was this queen who had an affair with a her personal knight, while the king had an affair a duchess. Since the two never had any other children these two were the only ones who had claim to the throne. She is a descendant of the queen and I’m a descendant of the king. Since she’s older than me her father went to the high council and made a case for her to ascend the throne. Because he was a popular noble half of the court sided with him. So my idiot of a father decided to get her and I married to stop the court from breaking apart.” 

“Part of the arrangement was that if either of us were to ask for a divorce the other would loose their rights to the throne.” You smirk at Marissa’s scowl. 

“But- but if that’s the case, how can I be queen? You promised me that I’d get to be queen!” 

“I said that I’d rather have you as my queen, I never promised you anything!” 

“Satoru! I hate you!” She ran out crying. 

“Baby! Wait!” 

“You know that she’s just using you, right?” 

“How would you know?!” 

“Satoru, you’ve barely touched me. The only time you’ve kissed me was to officiate our marriage, you were too busy getting drunk with Shoko and Suguru at our banquet to dance with me, and to top it off we haven’t even consummated our marriage. You don’t love me. You won’t touch me. If she loved you, she wouldn’t care about our marriage because I am no threat to her.” 

“Maybe if you weren’t being such a bitch to her she wouldn’t see you as a threat!” 

“YOU were the one who brought YOUR MISTRESS to OUR ANNIVERSARY!” 

“I fell in love! I wouldn’t have cared if you did the same. You just whine so much about everything in your life.” 

“I can’t believe that you won’t take accountability for what you’ve done! You’ve embarrassed me so badly, yet you try to turn me into the villain. Can you please just tell me what you wanted to do that I can leave?” 

“Marissa is going to be living here from today forward.” 

“You know what? I’m not even going to be mad at you, because you and that whore don’t deserve any space in my thoughts!” You glared at him and spun on your heels to leave. 

You headed straight to your room to get Riko, but as you neared the door you saw Addison kneeling on the floor having a water bucket turned over her by another maid. You ran over there, grabbed the other maid by her throat and shoved her against the wall. “Who the hell do you think you are!?” 

“Hey bitch! Get your dirty hands off my personal maid!” You turned around at the insult and of course it was Marissa. 

“You listen to me little cock sucker, if this smelly, trashy, pig touches Addie again I’m going to kill her. I can’t just let this slight go though.” With your other hand you grabbed her hands and used your ability to twist and break the stupid maids pointer fingers. 

An ear piercing scream erupted from her as you dropped her and cradled Addison’s swollen face. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says as you bring her into your room. 

“We need to get your eye treated, it’s already starting to bruise. I don’t want you getting a black eye, you’re too pretty to let  some ugly skank ruin that.” You took Riko out of his cage and began to heal Addison. “Do you hate me for that?” You asked her. 

“No! I just don’t want the king to retaliate against you because of me.” 

“Oh please, I left 8 fingers. She can still work while the others heal.

“I had no idea that gravity manipulation could do that.” 

“Yeah. I just have to channel heavier gravity into one part and then make another lighter and it twists around. What was her name anyway?” 

“It’s so pretentious. It’s pronounced like “raw-shell” but it’s spelled similar to Rachel.” 

“You’re kidding me!” 

“Nope. Rachelle, it’s so dumb. Why would anyone choose that name?” 

“They hate their child and she hates herself. Do you feel better now?” 

“Yes, thank you.” She embraced you softly.

You held her tightly. “I love you, Addie. You’re my best friend and you mean the world to me.” 

“I love you too, (Y/n). Just please don’t go around yelling, “Off with their heads!” every time I get hurt, okay?” 

“Okay. Since it’s you who’s asking.” You say in a teasing tone. 

[janetbrown711]

"We'll figure this out" - Yakko

Yakko always knew he had a silver tongue, but he honestly hadn’t expected this. 

Somehow, Yakko had not only convinced King Salazar to spare him and his siblings because they “knew a secret about the Wishing Star”, but he had also convinced the king to make them a full-on feast for them in his dining room. Yakko honestly had no idea the king would fulfill his request but was overjoyed that he did. 

Wakko and Dot hadn’t seen that much food in their whole lives, and were eating like madmen. Yakko was delighted to see how happy it made them, and Yakko knew that even if the king caught them and knew they were using him, it would be worth it anyway. The food was delicious. 

However, the King was getting impatient, but Yakko got quite a kick out of annoying him, and since he couldn’t punch him in the face, he figured annoyance sufficed. 

“Now, tell me,” Salazar demanded, slamming his fist against the table. 

“About what?” Yakko blinked at him innocently. 

“The Wishing Star, you foolish child,” He growled, but Yakko wasn’t afraid. 

“Oh right, that old thing,” Yakko nodded as he took a bite of the ham and kicked his feet onto the table. “Right, yeah, you see, the key to the whole thing is...” Yakko internally panicked as he tried to think. He looked at Salazar, who was a lot more threatening the closer he got to him. 

“You have something on your nose,” Yakko pointed at him. 

“What?” The King sat up and gasped. “Where?” 

Thank goodness the King was a vain egomaniac. 

“Right there,” Yakko pointed. 

The King then sniffled and rubbed nose, asking, “Did I get it?”

“Ehhhhhhh, no,” Yakko shook his head. The King did it again and Wakko and Dot picked up on what he was doing. 

“Did I get it now?” Salazar asked. 

“Ew, no, now it’s over there,” He pointed to the other nostril.

“Ew! Get it off! Get it off!” Wakko and Dot said in unison. Yakko then leaned over to the king. 

“Look- we’re trying to eat here. Could you go to the bathroom to take care of it?” Yakko asked. The King, being the major idiot that he was, nodded and went off to the bathroom. 

“Okay sibs, now’s our chance,” Yakko nodded at Wakko and Dot, who immediately understood and they started to book it down the hallways, holding each other’s hands so as to not lose one another. 

However, they came to a screeching halt when Salazar appeared in front of them. 

“You horrible, horrible children! Who taught you how to behave?!” He shouted at them. 

Was... was this guy serious???

“No one sir,” Dot’s face fell dramatically before she coughed weakly. “You see... we’re orphans,” Dot looked up at the King with puppy dog eyes, and Yakko and Wakko did the same, though they were nowhere near as cute as Dot. 

“Ah, right. Well, everyone has problems,” The King turned his back and Guards took them to the throne room. Yakko pondering annoying him further, begging for him to adopt them, but Yakko would sooner die than say that. After all, it was his fault that their parents were dead, that all of this had happened. Yakko remained silent. 

“Now, are you going to tell me the secrets of the Wishing Star or not?” King Salazar said. 

“Nope! Never,” Wakko stuck his chin up, and Yakko was forced to play along. He still didn’t know what to do, but Wakko’s response wasn’t going to make things easier. 

“Fine, we have ways of making you talk,” The King grinned darkly, and Yakko regretted his actions immediately. 

The King then snapped his fingers and the Warner siblings were dragged off by guards to a dark, filthy, disgusting, and dingy cave that was absolutely freezing and likely full of spiders and other gross things. 

“This blows,” Dot scowled at the area. 

“But it did get us some time. Maybe we can even escape from here,” Wakko suggested, still holding out hope. 

“Yakko, no natural sunlight reaches down here. we’re being illuminated by really old and dusty candles, look,” Yakko pointed up and Wakko saw them. “This is a cave, solid rock. We have to think of a secret and fast.” 

The siblings sat in silence and tried to think, but the cold was distracting, and they all huddled close to preserve body heat. That, and Dot’s cough was only getting worse because of how dust and dirt ridden the cave was, and that was hard to ignore too. Plus Yakko hated spiders and boy were they everywhere. 

Ultimately, Yakko had too much in his mind to think, which only frustrated him more, which made thinking harder, and eventually he just gave up and focused on keeping his siblings warm and close. 

“We’re still together... that’s all that matters,” He thought to himself before yawning. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was. They had done a lot of journeying in one day, and they’d have to somewhat repeat that if they wanted to go home, and hopefully they could avoid any other near-death experiences on the way back. Yakko had had more than enough already.

They sat there and tried to think for what felt like an eternity, hearing every creepy crawling thing move against the rock floor echo against the walls. Needless to say, it was a pretty miserable time, and they were almost grateful when the guards came and took them out and back to Salazar.  

“So... are you ready to talk yet?” The King smirked as he sat on his throne. 

“Yes, but please-” Dot coughed a little. “-don’t make us go back there!” She begged. Salazar chuckled. 

“We’ll see now,  won’t we?” He said and Yakko once again wanted nothing more than to punch him in his perfect teeth. He glanced at Wakko and it looked like he was having the same thought. 

“Now, tell me the secrets to the wishing star,” He demanded. Yakko gulped. He hadn’t thought of anything, so it looked like he was just gonna have to wing it. 

“It’s uh... not about what you wish it’s about... how you wish it?” He managed to say. Well, that wasn’t a totally terrible lie, and his sibs played along swimmingly, nodding their heads. 

“Really?” The king’s expression softened as he pondered it. 

“Oh yeah,” Yakko said, stepping forward and feining confidence. “You have to be really careful, things are taken so literally these days.”

“You don’t say?” The King stroked his stupid mustache. It was working. 

“Absolutely,” Wakko chimed in. 

“Now tell me, your majesty, what are you considering wishing for?” He said, sitting on the arm of his throne. 

“Well- the top of my wishlist is to own the world,” He said, showing said list to Yakko. 

“Nah, that won’t work. You’ll just get a globe,” Yakko said. “I bet that it’ll be nice, but it won’t be what you want. Try again.”

“Ah, I suppose that won’t do,” He frowned, crossing it off the list. Yakko couldn’t believe this was actually working. The King was such an idiot. 

“How about fame and fortune?” Salazar asked. 

“That’s the name of a popular book series. Try again,” Yakko shook his head. 

“Rats... Oh! I know! I could wish for the King Midas’ touch, where everything I could touch would turn to gold” He snapped his fingers. 

“That includes food, good luck eating a solid gold turkey,” Yakko rolled his eyes. Nobody could be this moronic, right?

The King huffed and leaned on the arm of the throne Yakko wasn’t sitting on. “I never realized this wishing business was so complicated.”

“Tell me about it,” Yakko huffed as well. 

“Oh, I know! How about I wish for youth and beauty?” He jumped up and asked Yakko. 

“That’d be more likely to get you a kid and a black horse than what you actually want,” Yakko shrugged, jumping down and rejoining his sibs on the floor.

���Well let me put it another way then... what about eternal youth?” He asked.

“You want to be a baby forever?” Dot raised an eyebrow. 

“I suppose that’s a good point,” The king went back to thinking, right before standing up. “I know! I’ll wish for a million bucks,” He grinned. 

“You do know bucks is another word for deer right?” Wakko tilted his head. Salazar growled in annoyance. 

“Of course I do!” He said, grabbing his cape dramatically. 

“Oh good, for a moment there I thought you were stupid,” Wakko grinned and Yakko internally facepalmed, fearing his brother had gone too far. 

“That’s it! I’ve had enough with you incessant and dirty little monsters!” The King’s face was red as a tomato now. Apparently, he didn’t take too kindly to being called stupid. Go fig. 

“Captain! Take them away!” He ordered and the Captain of the guard appeared in a flash. 

“And have them executed.” 

“Oh no, not this again,” Yakko panicked. 

“We had a deal!” Wakko stomped his foot. 

“Well, that’s the great part about being king,” Salazar leaned down. 

“I can do whatever I want.”

After that, the guards began to push and shove them with their guns and they were taken far away from the throne room. 

“Yakko- I’m sorry-” Wakko tried to apologize. 

“It isn’t your fault Wak,” Yakko stopped him. He did not want his brother dying on a guilty conscience, that was for him and him alone. 

Soon enough, the three of them were tied to two stalagmites in a different cave room (why on earth were there so many caves in this place?) and Yakko feared this was the end. 

“Sorry to do this kids, but it’s my job, so let’s get this over with,” The captain said, tying a cloth around Yakko’s eyes. Well, at least they had some shred of mercy in their hearts to not make them stare down the guns that would be their end. “Any last requests?” He asked. 

“Yeah, set us free,” Dot said. Yakko snorted a little. 

“No can do, pretty missy. I have my orders,” The captain said, his armor clanking as he shook his head. 

“Pleeeeaasseeeee let us go?” Dot said in her sing-song ‘i’m totally not manipulating you with how cute I am’ voice, and Yakko had no doubt she was using her puppy dog eyes, but alas, he couldn’t see because of the stupid blindfold.

“No way man! Forget it!” He said, though it was clear by his tone he was struggling to resist- Dot’s plan was working. 

“Pwetty pwetty pwease? With whipped cream and a cherry on top?” She upped her game. 

“Whoa, man! You’re working your cuteness on me, man! You’re irresistible cuteness! Stop,” The captain begged, but Dot had no mercy. 

“Pweasy squesy pweasey weasy wheeze?” Dot pleaded more. There was a pause for a moment. 

“Okay okay... fine! You win, man! You and your unspeakable cuteness! Untie them!” The captain ordered and the warners were untied. After they were freed, none of them hesitated to hug each other. 

“Now fire!” The captain said, his head in his arm as he cried (Dot really did a number on him, huh?), and gunshots echoed through the whole castle. 

“However can we thank you, sir?” Dot smiled up at the captain. 

“Don’t! You’re free!” The captain jumped away from her. “Just no more of the cute thing, please,” he begged. “Just go!”

“Wow Dot, I think you may have actually broken him,” Yakko examined the man, before noticing that all the other guards were in agreeance too. 

“I know, it’s a gift,” Dot smirked and flaunted her hair. Yakko rolled his eyes, and grabbed his siblings and they headed out of the castle as fast as their legs could carry them. 

Soon enough, they had managed their way out of the castle and they could see it- The Wishing Star. 

“C’mon sibs, we’re gonna make it,” Yakko said, a smile growing on his face as he ran. However, Dot screeched to a halt as a coughing fit overcame her, and she was forced to stop. 

“I-i can’t make it,” She winced. 

“C’mon Dot, we’re almost there!” Wakko begged. Yakko looked at his brother and they both took one of her arms and started to run again, practically carrying her. 

“We’re almost there, Dot. We’re gonna make it. We’re gonna-”

Yakko heard the sound of a cannon going off and before he knew it, a large explosion threw him and his sibs off of their feet. 

Yakko grumbled, having landed flat on his face. He struggled to get himself off, and he saw Wakko had landed right next to him and was rubbing his head. Yakko then looked over his shoulder and-

No. 

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! 

Behind him was Dot, sprawled out in the snow weakly. She looked hurt- badly hurt. Yakko and Wakko quickly got themselves out of the snow and ran to her. 

God, she looked so small and weak...

“C’mon Dot, please wake up,” Yakko pleaded, placing her head in his lap. She coughed weakly. 

“D-dot? Can you hear me?” Yakko said, his eyes filling up with tears as he rubbed her cheek softly. Dot mumbled and opened her eyes slowly, looking like it took an incredible amount of energy. 

Then, she smiled softly and touched his hand. 

“Tell me the story,” She said softly. Yakko sniffled. 

“Wh-what?” he asked, sharing a nervous, concerned, and confused look with Wakko.

“The story about mom and dad,” Dot said, giggling a little. “Tell me... one last time...” she coughed as it began to snow softly. 

Yakko shook his head as tears fell from his eyes. “N-no. You need to get some rest. W-we’ll take you home a-and y-you’ll be okay. R-right Wakko?” but Wakko was silent as he looked at Dot with tear-filled eyes. 

“Once upon a time...” Dot coughed weakly, “A brave knight married a beautiful princess, and they had two sons,” She said, looking at her brothers weakly. 

“B-but they wanted a daughter too, so they planted a garden...” she said, before coughing more. Yakko closed his eyes and summoned his inner strength once more so he could speak. 

“A-and out of the prettiest flower came..?” he asked.

“Me,” Dot smiled and squeezed his hand that was now on her shoulder.

“And so m-mom and dad took you home, a-and every night at bedtime they’d come in your room and they’d ask you ‘who’s the cutest girl’ and you’d say..?” Yakko was practically whispering. 

“I am,” Dot said, her eyes growing heavier. 

 “And they’d ask ‘how’d you ever get so cute’ and you’d say..?” He scooped her up and held her in his arms, rubbing his head against hers.

“I was born with that way,” Dot said, looking at him in the eyes.

She looked so much like Mom...

“And they’d say, ‘tell us your name,’“ He said, bringing her closer and closing his eyes, willing with all of his might that she’d stay alive. “A-and you’d say?”

“Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third,” Dot managed to say. “But you can call me Dot.”

“And they’d ask, ‘can we call you Dotty?’ and you’d say..?” Tears were streaming down his face as he opened his eyes to look at her.

“No,” Dot coughed. “Just Dot. C-call me Dotty a-and you... die...”

Dot went limp in his arms. 

Yakko couldn’t speak. He looked at her up and down, begging for there to be some sign of life. His breathing quickened and he rubbed his face against hers and he sobbed. 

“I can’t afford to lose them, she knows that. She can’t die- she can’t be dead- Sh-she just can’t-”

Yakko continued to sob, a feeling of anguish and pain that took over his entire body and was totally and utterly indescribable and unimaginable to those who had never lost a loved one before. He heard sounds of people talking and shouting behind him, but he didn’t care. 

His little sister had just died in his arms. 

“I-i didn’t mean to! They were just annoying me! Those two and- wait where’s the other one?” King Salazar said, and Yakko realized Wakko wasn’t with him anymore. Yakko watched, dumbfounded and numb as Wakko ran with all of his might to the Wishing Star. 

Everyone was cheering him on, while Yakko couldn’t get himself to say anything, still holding onto Dot. His eyes widened when he saw a cannonball be fired from the King’s Castle, and was aimed right for Wakko. 

“Oh no- please no- I can’t lose him too.”

“Wakko! Watch out-” Yakko had started to shout but there was a large burst of light and everything fell silent. 

Suddenly, Dot sat up. 

“I feel much better now,” Dot said, sitting up. Yakko blinked.

“D-dot???” He stuttered. 

“Hi,” Dot sheeped, embarrassed, but Yakko wrapped her into a hug he was determined never to let go of, sobbing yet again, but this time with relief and joy. 

She was okay.

Which meant...

Yakko stood up, and picked up Dot, before running to their brother, who was standing and facing the star. 

“Nice job Wakko, you’ve done well,” The face of a man in the star said to him. Must’ve been that fairy Wakko had mentioned earlier. 

“The power of the Wishing Star is now yours,” He said. Yakko blinked. 

That meant he hadn’t made his wish yet... He looked at Dot, who was looking away from him. 

Oh he was so going to talk to her about this later. 

“At the sound of the tone, please any wish you desire,” The man continued.

  “Okay.. here it goes,” Wakko said nervously, closing his eyes and focusing really hard. 

Abruptly, the Star began to glow and expand, and Yakko feared his brother might be standing a little too close. A bright burst of light broke through the area and suddenly the star was gone. 

Wakko blinked and looked at his hands before smiling. 

“Not one... but two ha’pennies!” Wakko showed them off. Yakko blinked, before walking over, setting Dot down, and examining the coins. 

“They’re real everybody!” He announced and every citizen of Acme Falls (and even the royal guards) began to cheer and celebrate. 

Wakko then looked up at his older brother nervously. “N-now I know what you’re going to s-say a-and-”

“You made the right wish Wakko,” Yakko put a hand on his brother’s back. “With that money, you’ll be able to pay for her operation and help revive the town,” Yakko said, smiling softly but proudly at his little brother. Wakko sighed a breath of relief. 

“I was so afraid you’d be mad at me- b-but once I saw that Dot wasn’t d-dea... you know, I thought this was second best,” He said. Yakko nodded. 

“Yes, you made the right call, it’s okay Wak,” Yakko said. Wakko nodded and smiled a little, before looking at Dot and hugging her immediately. 

Yakko sighed tiredly, but couldn’t get the stupid smile off of his face. He knew he was going to have to have a long conversation with his sister about the stunt she pulled later, but for now..?

She was alive. 

Wakko was too. 

For a horrible moment, he thought he had lost them, that he was going to be alone a-and...

But he wasn’t. 

They were there, and they were together and they were going to go home. 

Dot was going to get her operation, and everything was going to be okay. 

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[trojc-rewrite]

The Rise of Jimmy Casket Rewrite, Chapter 6

TW - grotesque imagery, gore

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The morning had gone pretty smoothly, downing eggs and water early in the morning so Ghost could rent a car and bring Toast to the nearest walk-in clinic, and then brought him to a nearby hospital for stitches. The wound needed at least 4, and Toast was grossed out by how the stitches looked in his skin, the way his wound felt tight whenever he moved his leg. It made his face wrinkle in grimace.

Toast sat in the car on the way back from the hospital, still recovering from the anasthasia, everything felt light and yet so heavy, his eye lids threatened to fall, and he was sure he was making absolutely no sense whatsoever cause Ghost chuckled at everything he said.

Some weird pop song played on the radio, filling a silence that Toast didn’t even register was there. It wasn’t until Ghost started talking that he realized the quiet.

“Hey, Toast.” Toast turned to him, his head felt weird when he moved, like instead of a brain he had a bowl of cold soup in his head. But he forced himself to look serious, he was starting to calm down from the anasthasia anyways, so he could manage something of the nature.

“Yes, sir?” He mumbled out, it took a lot to form an articulated sentence, one that actually made sense.

Ghost parked in the hotel parking lot, sighing a small bit.

“Toast, I just want to apologize again. I am so sorry for leaving you to deal with P.I.E, it was such a shitty move on my part.” Ghost said.

“No, no sir, it's all right.” He managed. Ghost shook his head.

“No, it’s not.” He said, frustrated. He grabbed Toasts hands in his own, sighing. “Look, let me apologize because we both know this never happens. I’m sorry, for being such a shitty friend and boss. You, whether I like or not, are now kinda the leader. And I’ve been feeling like shit for leaving you to deal with it. I’m sorry.”

Toast blinked, kind of shocked. He blinked, not really knowing what to say.

“I accept your apology sir. But now that we’re all together, we need to start working as a team. And, if I may add this in, you might want to apologize to Spooker and especially Colon for leaving sir.” Toast said quietly.

Ghost raised his brow, staring at him with his green eye.

Toast nodded, “They were very hurt when you left. They look up to you. Colon was just telling me about his frustrations with you just the other night. “

Ghost looked lost, “But what would I say?”

Toast smiled at him. “You’ll know when the time comes. It will be genuine.”

Ghost licked his teeth nervously, before nodding. “Okay, lets go get Colon and Spooker. A walk will do us good.”

Ghost helped Toast up to the hotel room, getting ready for the walk. It had been a while where Toast could just relax, and he was hyped for a nice walk.

They walked late into the night, watching the sun go down behind the trees as the sky melted from blue, to purple and gold. The moon hung high over head, so clear and bright. It casted silver shadows across the forest floor, leaves dappling the light.

Toast was walking with Colon, the tall man helping him support himself. He also took a few times to point out an animal or two.

One time, a doe had crossed their path with a fawn in toe and they all had to pretend they weren’t there. Afterwards, Spooker had almost melted into the ground, crying about how cute it was.

The leaves above them ruffled, a cold gasp of air rolling over them. Toast smiled, feeling refreshed.

A small stream trickled near them, a few leaves following the current. Frogs hopped over the rocks, moonlight reflecting off the cloudy water.

Spooker turned to the stream, his eyes round in awe. “Oh my God! Frogs!” He whispered excitedly. He knelt down, his knees squelching in mud. He held out his hand, reaching out for a frog. The frog jumped into the water before he could catch it.

He turned to another, and another, until finally. “Aha! I got one!” He whispered, picking up the frog gently. The green amphibian let out a small ribbit, hopping around in his palms.

“I’m gonna name you, Fredrick.” He cooed, petting the amphibians back. Ghost made a disgusted face.

“Ew- you’re naming it after yourself?” He said, raising a brow. Spooker stuck out his tongue, gently putting the frog back in the grass.

“No. My name is Fred.” He emphasized, “The frog's name is Fredrick.”

Ghost rolled his eye jokingly, a smile cracking onto his face ever so slightly.

“Well I for one, love Fredrick.” Toast said with a smile, watching the frog hop away.

“Thank you T-“

Spooker was cut off by a loud rustling noise, coming from far ahead. Toast snapped his head up, glaring into the dark. His fight of flight senses kicked in, his only instinct to protect his friends.

He limped forwards, being careful not to step on any twigs, or anything else that would cause a loud noise. Moss squished under his feet, splashing quietly.

Ghost hissed from behind him, “No, Toast!” He whispered. Toast ignored him, pulling out his gun from his side holster.

He entered a thicket, wet leaves pointed at him. He felt uneasy, and jumped as a bug flew past his face.

Then, with the speed of a snake, something lunged from the bushes with a wide, yellowed smile.

He was pushed to the ground, his gun knocking out of his hand. He rolled over, pain blasting throughout his body.

He grabbed it, sitting up and fired. The shot rang out, Toast’s ears rang with silence, the world going quiet.

The shadowy figure stood in mist that seemed to come from nowhere, eyes staring at him from the fog.

It loomed over him, walking forward.

“Hey Toaster. It’s been a while!” It whispered excitedly, it’s red eyes wide.

It leaned forward, it’s face close to his. It smelled like rotting flesh; the acrid smell hitting him in the face. Sour and rotten.

It’s skin was pale, cheek bones exposed. It had matted, dark brown hair. Dirt covered it’s cheeks, a thin lipped smile crossed it’s face.

Toast blinked, shuffling away from it.

“Who- what?” He asked. Confusion clouded Toast’s gaze. ‘Who is this?’

The figure frowned. “I can’t believe you don’t remember me! But, it’s been a while since I’ve been in this form. So allow me to introduce myself.”

He stuck out his pale hand, long bloody fingernails pointed at him.

“Jimmy Casket. World renowned murderer.”

Toast let out a long, shuddering breath. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Jimmy’s frame was thin, long arms covered in bandages. He wore an unzipped blue hoodie, tattered at the edges, sleeves rolled up. Under the hoodie was a red shirt. His clothes were all bloodstained and crusty, hardened from dried fluids.

His eyes had yellow and red around the outsides, sunken in with deep eye bags. A long, sickly scar crossed the side of his face. It pulled up his lip, exposing his reddened gums and teeth base. They were blackened at the roots. Stringy saliva webbed between his teeth as he opened his mouth.

He laughed, blood splattering on Toast’s clothes. Toast gagged, fighting off the urge to vomit.

“What do you want from me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimmy smiled wider, his sunken eyes growing wide with manic. His breath stank like carrion, blood bubbling from the back of his throat.

“To watch you suffer, until you die!” He cackled.

Suddenly Jimmy’s body jerked to the side, blood splattering on the side of his head. He staggered to the side, trying to catch his balance. His eyes grew empty.

Ghost jumped through the bushes, charging for the spirit. Colon came out with his gun drawn, Spooker rushing to Toast’s side.

“I’m okay!” Toast said urgently. Spooker helped him up as Colon shot at Jimmy, blood splattering on his outfit.

The spirit fell to the ground, his eyes empty. The two investigators breathed heavily, blood on their outfits.

Colon and Ghost turned to Toast, eyes round and horrified. “You dumbass!” Ghost yelled.

Colon rolled his eyes, putting his gun back in his holster.

“I’ll be okay don- COLON LOOK OUT!” Toast screamed.

Jimmy lunged onto Colon, grappling him from the back. His long nails digging into his face. Ghost turned, grabbing Colon's hand and ripping him from the ghost. Toast pulled out his gun again.

“Get away from us you bastard!” Toast cried, aiming the gun at him.

Jimmy laughed, raising his hands. He gave him a sly look.

“Didn’t you guys just ‘kill’ me, do you think a gun is going to do anything to me?” He said slyly.

Ghost bared his teeth. “What do you want you ugly fucker?” He said, pulling out his pocket knife.

Jimmy gave him a semi injured look.

“Look, you guys can’t kill me.” He said, with somewhat of a suave energy.

“You can’t kill a highly leveled ghost with puny human weapons. The only way to kill me is to be a ghost yourselves.” He laughed, his head rearing back in estaticsm.

“The only way to get rid of me is for me to be inside one of your minds again! Or else I’ll be here forever, picking all of you off one by one.” He said with an evil grin.

Ghost faltered, his angry expression twitching to hopelessness.

Jimmy loomed closer to Ghost, his face inches away from his. He looked angry, but betrayal lingered in the ghost’s red eyes.

“Until none of you are left.” He whispered angrily.

Ghost stared at him, cowering under his gaze. His eye was wide, eyebrows furrowed. Jimmy looked angry, yet sly.

Ghost stammered. “I- I-“

Toast took his arm, “Let’s go!” He yelled.

Colon shot at Jimmy again, hitting him with a bullet in the eye. Jimmy staggered backwards, letting out a cry of pain as red hot blood squirted from his face. He grabbed his face, anger filling his face.

Toast grabbed Spooker by the arm and they ran through the forest. Leaves got in his way, he narrowly dodged them.

Jimmy yowled from yards behind them, sprinting after them. Toast's feet barely hit the ground as he ran. Ghost ran beside him, panting wildly.

Colon ran behind them, his gun trained on Jimmy, occasionally shooting. Spooker looked hopeless, wanting to help Colon.

They reached the hotel room, slamming the door behind them. They all waited in tense silence, everyone keeping their eyes on the door.

After about 20 minutes of staring, Toast let out a sigh and fell onto the bed. “I think we’re okay.” He said.

Ghost screwed his eye shut, a sob escaping his throat.

“What are we going to do?!” He yelled, throwing a pillow at the wall.

For once, Toast did not have an answer.

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FINALLY, we get to see the dude in the NAME OF THE FUCKING STORY!!!

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you have the same unpopular opinions as me? by joybucket 

Put an X by the statements you agree with, or write True or False, or Yes or No, or Agree or Disagree....however you want to do it. Have fun! Pickles are disgusting! Falseee. I love pickles. 

Pink is one of the best colors. I mean, I do like various shades of it but I wouldn’t say it’s “one of the best.” Pink looks good on everyone, even guys. Everyone looks good in different things. Twinkies do not taste that good! Agreed. I don’t like Twinkies at all. Books are way better than movies! I really enjoy both.

Ash blue is an ugly color. No, I like it. Pineapple is the best pizza topping! False. No pineapple for me, thanks. Skunks don't actually smell that bad. That skunk smell is horrible *gag* White is the best color for Christmas trees. False. Sports are boring. Definitely agree. I have zero interest in any sport. Blue isn't the best color. Again, I like various shades of blue. Only certain shades of blue look good. There’s a lot of blue shades that come to mind that I do like.  Modern cars look ugly. I wouldn’t say that. Coffee is disgusting! Well, of course I definitely disagree with this one. I love coffee. Black doesn't look good on everyone. Black is one that does work for everyone. Most people would also probably say they feel most comfortable in black. Green beans are disgusting. False. Peas aren't that good. Peas are disgusting. Olives are disgusting. The green ones are, but I do like the black ones. Strawberries are the best ice cream sundae topping. I don’t put strawberries on my ice cream. Strawberry flavored ice cream is one of my favorite flavors, though. Skinny jeans are super uncomfortable! Skinny jeans aree the only kind I wear. Well, when I actually wear jeans that is. It’s literally been like 4 years since I’ve worn them cause I’ve just been wearing leggings. It’s hard to imagine wearing jeans now. Crop tops don't look good. Some people pull the look off well. I’m definitely not one of them. I’m also way too self-conscious for that. Curly hair looks better than straight. I wouldn’t say it looks better, but I do like how it looks. Red and light golden brown are the best hair colors.    No, but I do like them.

Not everyone looks good with blonde hair. I agree. Facial piercings don't look good. Some people can pull ‘em off. Teal should be called "teal," not "blue." It is called “teal” as far as I know? Dark chocolate is gross. Ew, yeah I agree. Roller coasters with big drops and only a lap bar are the best. I don’t do roller coasters. Nothing is sexy. Have you seen Alexander Skarsgard? Some dogs are cute, and some are ugly. My heart can’t say any dog is ugly, they’re too pure and good. Cupcakes aren't that good. I like cupcakes. Dark pop is disgusting! Disagree. Pink is the best color for a car. Nooo.  Purple is the best color for bridesmaid dresses. No. Plastic surgery usually makes people look worse. No, not necessarily. Twilight wasn't that good. I went through a Twilight phase at one point. Mexican food isn't that good. I used to love it, but I’ve realized what I most enjoyed about it was the spiciness and when I started not being able to tolerate spicy food anymore I found I didn’t enjoy it as much without it. It’s still good, but it’s not my favorite. Egg rolls are just ok. Egg rolls are delicious. Kale is the best vegetable. I’ve never had kale, it doesn’t appeal to me. I love spinach, though. Pumpkin spice tastes good all year round! Nope, not a pumpkin spice fan. Some major youtubers are annoying. Agreed. Raspberry hot chocolate is the best type of hot chocolate. Omg, not too long I had raspberry white hot chocolate and instantly became obsessed. It’s so good. The best topping for hot dogs is cheese. That’s definitely one of them. Chocolate ice cream is gross. Not gross, but it’s not my favorite. Gold is better than silver. Not necessarily. I like both. Teal is the best color. No, but I do like it. Some models are unattractive. I mean, not everyone is going to find the same people attractive. We all have our preferences. 

[lothirielswan]

The History of Author & Deadpool

Hia Awesome Adventurers! So now that Deadpool is back to his schemes in my WoW novels, I decided to post some of our old confrontations in one of my old...disgraceful Marvel Fanfics. Where the Avengers adopted a turtle called Bromine and Iron Man’s and Black Widow’s (not romantically involved) adopted daughter, Catwoman, goes off with Deadpool and Quicksilver into space. Needless to say, the best thing from this novel were the Author’s Notes. Please enjoy the weirdness.

Deadpool: Look at that majestic red man on the cover of that book c,: just takes your breath away

~*~

A/N: We're almost to space!! Yay–it's been a amazing journey, and I'm sorry for all of the bumps, but it's awesome that we came this far!

Deadpool: Yeah, can we hurry this up? I'm not even in the book yet. I have other fanfics to be in, Author :/

Pietro: You mean the Spiderman fanfics you write?

Deadpool: RUN TO CANADA YOU SWINE!!!

Deadpool: Btw, you read my fanfics? :)) Thoughts?

Pietro: Disgusting. Wanda does, and if I'm being honest, it's not your best work. The Iron Man/Captain America ones are better.

Wanda: I told you, Pietro, that was from an AD.

Pietro: Yes, sister: Adolescent Dummy.

Wanda: YOU FIEND!

Pietro: I HOPE SOKOVIA FALLS ON YOUR FACE!!

Wanda: I DISOWN YOU, FORMER WOMB NEIGHBOR.

Shuri: I came to this disgraceful, medieval part of the world to complain. My brother is evil incarnate.

Wanda: ....

Wanda: I like you.

Shuri: I found the powerful witch of these medieval lands, perhaps everything outside of Wakanda isn't so bad.

Pietro: BURN THE WITCH!

Wanda: Would you like to get coffee? I have tons of black magic c;

Shuri: Of course! ;3

T'Challa: ...This cannot be good.

Deadpool: HELLO. DOES ANYBODY CARE ABOUT MY FICSSSS????

Pietro: We need to stop this!!

T'Challa: Agreed! For the good of Wakanda, and the poor villagers that live outside of it.

Deadpool: I'm becoming the fifth wheel here. What am I, Leo Valdez?

Author: Keep being awesome, people!!

Deadpool: I'M MOVING TO A DIFFERENT FANFIC.

Author: I HAVE YOU UNDER CONTRACT!!

Deadpool: Darn. It's so hard to find work as a Marvel Comic character.

~*~

Deadpool's Note: Lols, I killed the Author :3 I'm in charge of the book now. PEETIE, FRONT AND CENTER! And time for this very special spoiler production–

Professor X: Mr. Wilson!

Wade the Awesome: Wait, are you McAvoy or Stewart? I can't tell because you're only words.

Professor X: You are messing with time streams, Mr. Wilson. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Wade is Better Than Wolverine: Be happy I am, pal. I've seen what's in store for you. Believe me, I'm saving you emotional trauma. In two books you'll be–

Bruce Banner: Hold on...what if Bromine's near-death experience wasn't Scott's fault...IT WAS YOURS :O YOU MONSTER!

Professor X: The Avengers have a pet? Fascinating. I usually consider Beast as ours, but perhaps we should go more basic.

Wade is da Best: Yep, you're Stewart, Mr. Spock. And I do not need another animal shitting on my lawn.

Bruce Banner: ...

Professor X: ...

Wade is Peetie's Besty: What?

Bruce Banner: The word...

Wade the King of Fan-Fiction: What? Oh. You mean the new absence of these: #$%^. Yeah. Those are gone now. If you'll excuse me, I have to write my grand entrance. It's gonna be fucking amazeballs. Go be amazing, readers, and spread the revolution!

Peter Parker: ...

Peter Parker: We're doomed.

~*~

DP/N: Mhm, that's right, ladies. I'm here to fix this fanfic CAT-astrophe.

Pietro: Really? The fate of my life is in your hands now??? I should have stayed dead.

Selina: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL YOUR SISTER SHE'S BEEN MOURNING YOU FOREVER SHE'S BEEN EATING ALL OF THE NUTELLAAA

Pietro: Because I like you more :3

Wanda: I DISOWN YOU, WOMB NEIGHBOR!!

Pietro: BURN THE WITCH!!

Deadpool: This is such a healthy relationship. It makes me cry :,) and if we're gonna talk crap about womb neighbors, how about Selina's–

Magneto: WADE!

Deadpool: Gandalf! Is that you? Have you come to take Peter, my hobbit, away? You're still words, this is so confuzzling.

Mag-neat-o: Charles rattled my cage, so I'm rattling yours! Leave the fabric of the Universe alone!

Pietro: ...Who are you

Wanda: Yeah, who is this weirdo?

T-erik-fic: :( that's not nice.

Deadpool the Awesome: And all of you readers should go see my movie, DP2! Really. Do it. Now. I'm watching you. And put a vote on this baby, my fingers are burnin. Keep being your amazing selves!

~*~

DP/N: Hello amazing people. Sorry for the wait, I'm prepping myself for Ant-Man and the Wasp–I've been stocking up on raid cans and swatters for the occasion. Keep being amazing!

Rocket the Raccoon: *sniffs the air* I smell something...the smell of another humie traveling across space listening to crappy music.

Peter Quill: Huh? Who is it–

Deadpool: OH MY JESUS ANOTHER PETER!!

Deadpool: Keep it cool, DP, keep it cool. How's it hanging, Prattzel?

Rocket: Ew, this is a weird human. Not as weird as Quill, but weird.

Deadpool: Watch it, Garbage-Eater. I can erase you! But I need you for the next chapter. Shit. I have to figure this out...

~*~

Shockingly Alive Author: WADE WILSON!

Deadpool: Oh sh*t.

Deadpool: OH SH*T NOW YOU'RE BLOCKING OUT CUSS WORDS WHYYYYYYY I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUN!

Author: YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD!!

Bruce Banner: He hurt my Bromine!!

Author: :o Wade, how could you

Deadpool: It wasn't intentional!! Personally, I prefer cats as pets. They have no sense of boundaries and are cuddly and cute. Like a Tribble.

Selina: ....For some reason, that feels offensive.

Author: Wade, no more taking over the story!!

Professor X: Author, if I may....he mentioned something about my untimely demise...

Author: Oh.

Author: Um.

Author: ....BRUCE LIKES STAR TREK!!

Tony: HOW COULD YOU BRUCIE YOU TREKKIE TRAITOR!!!!!!!!!

Author: Keep being awesome, awesome people c:

Peter Parker: ...

Peter Parker: Is it safe to come out yet?

Deadpool: I'm everywhere ;)

~*~

A/N: Yay! The Black Order is here!

Bruce Banner: Since when do 'Black Order' and 'yay' go together in the same line?

Tony: You don't get to speak, traitor.

Bruce: What? Because I'm all about that Bass? #NoTribbles

Tony: That hit me harder than Jar Jar Binks.

Deadpool: Author, did you just make me miss the first action scene because I took over your book?

Author: I'm not talking to you.

Deadpool: There's still things I don't understand. I am positive I killed the Author–I still have your guts in Al's fridge.

Author: No more questions.

Deadpool: Hmm.

*Deadpool drags Peter Parker into conversation*

Deadpool: Watson, we have a new case to solve! Onward!

Peter Parker: #NoTribblesNoService

Deadpool: I thought it was #NoStrippersNoService

Bruce Banner: What is wrong with you?

Deadpool: I was a bottle baby.

Deadpool: Beer bottle.

Author: Go be awesome!

Deadpool: Hmm...I feel a storm brewing....#CueX-FilesThemeSong

Peter Parker: #SomeoneHelpMe

~*~

A/N: I'm sorry, readers, but I have to interrupt your regularly scheduled program for the following message:

Peter Parker: ...

Peter Parker: Can everyone sign my petition to make Wade stop calling me 'Watson', please?

Deadpool: I ship Johnlock ;3

Peter Parker: Huh?

Deadpool: Such a pure blogger...so innocent...

Tony Stark: WADE WILSON. AS THE ONLY PARENTAL FIGURE IN PARKER'S LIFE I FORBID YOU FROM HANGING OUT WITH MY SON.

Tony Stark: *MY KID.

Tony Stark: **MY...SOMETHING.

Steve Rogers: Tony. You're wrong.

Bruce Banner & Wanda Maximoff: GASP.

Steve Rogers: I'M A PARENTAL FIGURE TOO. I WILL RAIN HELLFIRE ON YOU

Tony Stark: AND HERE I AM, WITHOUT AN UMBRELLA.

Steve Rogers: I FEEL A STORM BREWING.

Wanda Maximoff: How come we're always in the middle of these things?

Bruce Banner: Usually I just watch from a distance...it's more fun that way.

Peter Parker: PLEASE SIGN THIS. HE'S BEEN STALKING ME AND LEAVING ME MESSAGES ON ROOFTOPS.

Author: Is that the end of the message?

Peter Parker: I guess...now I have to get a court order for my superdads. They're fighting over me like Democrats and Republicans over the United States.

Tony Stark: I'M GONNA KICK YOUR BUTT SO HARD YOUR LIFE ALERT WON'T COVER IT.

Steve Rogers: MY ARMY BROS WILL DEFEAT YOUR SCIENCE BROS!!

Author: ...I think they're done. Keep being awesome!!

~*~

A/N: Hey awesome people! Thanks for reading, and credit to the amazing outfit designs above to LotusLumino! She's fantastic and has a bunch of amazing ideas, so when you get a spare moment, google her for more awesome art!

Wade: IMPOSTER!

Author: Huh?

Wade: You. Are. Not. The. Author.

Author: Why, whatever do you mean...

Peter Parker: He's right! I've seen the evidence–gross evidence, but still evidence! You're not her!

Author: Oh Peter, you couldn't just stay quiet. It would've been so much easier...for you...if you stayed that way.

Peter Parker: What–

Author: Enjoy yourselves, readers. I have some matters to attend to.

Wade: Somebody get out the shockblankets!!!

~*~

Deadpool: What have you done with the real Author???

Author: Do not question me, Wade Wilson.

Deadpool: I know you're not the real Author! She wouldn't bother typing out my full name, she's too lazy!

Peter Parker: WHO are you???

*Author ripples, and true form is revealed*

Deadpool: :O

Peter Parker: :O

Bromine the Turtle: :O

Skrull: WE WILL REIGN OVER THIS DOMAIN!!!!

Pietro: :o I did not see that coming.

Deadpool: Wait, what's a skrull? Some nerd educate me here.

Dr. Strange: A Skrull is an alien race that can morph their appearance–usually they bother the Fantastic Four. We prefer to leave it that way.

Deadpool: Thanks, magic-nerd. WE'RE TAKING YOU DOWN!!! OH, YOU WORE THE PURPLE PANTS! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!!!!

Clint & Selina: ???

Deadpool: Be almighty and awesome readers as I save this story and slay the evil green man!!

Bruce Banner: Seriously there are so many green people can everybody stop stealing my color? There's gold and silver and purple and brown and pink–orange too!

Deadpool: I SAID BE AWESOME BRUCIE DON'T RUIN MY LAST WORDS!

~*~

Deadpool: MAXIMUM EFFORT!!!

*Deadpool kills the Skrull. It collapses onto the ground like mushed-up guacamole*

Deadpool: WE ARE FREE OF EVIL! EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THOR WEARS A CAPE TO COVER THAT GODLY A*S.

Thor: Should I be delighted or disgusted by this human?

Bruce Banner: Disgusted. Definitely disgusted.

Peter Parker: Okay, the Skrull's gone. What now?

Deadpool: Well, Tortilla chips of course. Free guacamole is a once-in-a-lifetime deal, my fellow grasshopper.

Peter Parker: I mean about the Author! She's still gone! I miss how she says be awesome :c it brightens up my day after Flash floods my locker with Coke.

Bruce Banner: Wait, if the Author's dead, then who's writing what is up above...?

Everyone: ...

Deadpool: Time to use my sixth sense....

Author: Hello everyone!

Everyone: GASP!

Author: I'm back ;) stay tuned for more, awesome readers, and keep being awesome!!!

Author: Peter you are an awesome, precious cinnamon roll.

Peter Parker: c: I'm just your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, Milady!

*Whole Universe and Deadpool swoon*

[winterskywrites]

8 for victuri? (but happy tears pls nothing sad)

8) things you said when you were crying

Standing at the top of the podium at Worlds is… Well, Yuuri still can’t quite believe he’s there. He won gold, he’s got a gold medal, and Viktor is to his right with a silver medal around his neck (because he, Katsuki Yuuri, beat Viktor Nikiforov), and Yuri is to his left with bronze and a scowl. He’s still half expecting someone to come out and say that there was a mistake, that the scores were wrong, that Yuuri didn’t win after all.

And yet, no one comes.

Yuuri won with a record-breaking short program score, beating Yuri’s record from the Grand Prix Final, and a free skate score that almost matched his own record-breaking score from the Grand Prix Final. Between the two of them, he got enough points to break Viktor’s previous world record of highest combined score, meaning that he, Katsuki Yuuri, holds all three world records. It’s impossible, it’s ridiculous, and somehow it’s actually happening.

The second they step off the podium, the reporters swarm and the medalists get herded off into the press conference. Yuuri spends it in somewhat of a daze, still not entirely certain how he could possibly be sitting in the middle with a gold medal around his neck. He doesn’t remember answering any questions, although he must have done it. Then the conference ends, he and Viktor and Yuri file out of the room, and the second they’re in private, Yuuri finds himself with an armful of Viktor.

“Ew.” Yuri wrinkles his nose. “You two are disgusting. Don’t think you’re ever going to place above me again.”

Yuuri thought he was never going to place above Yuri, period. He doesn’t have a chance to say that, though, because Yuri stomps off, muttering something about talking to Otabek because he’s “not so gross.”

Viktor still hasn’t let go of Yuuri.

At first, Yuuri thinks it’s just Viktor’s normal tendency towards physical affection. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone (except maybe Phichit) who touches him as much as Viktor does. But then he realizes that Viktor’s trembling, a fine shaking through his body that Yuuri probably wouldn’t even notice if Viktor weren’t draped over him.

And then he realizes that Viktor is crying.

Horror washes over him in an instant. Why is Viktor crying? Did he hurt himself on the ice? Did someone say something horrible to him at one of the few moments when Yuuri wasn’t at his side? Is he upset that Yuuri beat him and kept him from continuing his winning streak? The panic builds up and up and Yuuri has to know.

“Vitya?” he asks quietly, his voice shaking as much as Viktor’s body. “Are you okay?”

Viktor pulls back a little bit, just enough so that Yuuri can see his face, and even though his makeup is running from his tears and his lower lip is wobbling, his eyes are bright and he’s beaming. “Yuuri,” he breathes, sounding like Yuuri’s very name is a prayer, “I am so proud of you.”

Okay, so it seems he doesn’t hate Yuuri, but Yuuri still doesn’t understand. “What?”

“You did so well!” Viktor cries. “You beat Yurio’s record and mine, and you were so beautiful on the ice, and I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of anyone than I am of you.”

Which sounds nice and all, but…

“Then why are you crying?”

Viktor lets out a watery chuckle. “I don’t know,” he admits. “I just- I’m so proud I think I might burst. I love you so much.”

Viktor’s lips taste a bit like salt, but his kiss fills Yuuri with the same warmth that kisses from Viktor always do. “I love you too,” Yuuri replies, pressing his forehead against Viktor’s. “And now that I’ve won gold, we can get married.”

Viktor’s still crying a little, but Yuuri doesn’t think he’s ever seen him look happier. “I can’t wait.”

[if-weshadows-haveoffended]

As the World Falls Down- Part 2

A/N: This is just a continuation of my Bickering Professors AU! that was requested a while ago. You can read that absolute delight here. But brace yourselves for the X-kids wearing the Worst™ Best™ that 1980s prom fashion has to offer.

And if none of you haven’t seen Labyrinth, this is the song both pieces were inspired by. {here}

Also, are ya’ll aware that there’s a website that lists all these condom slogans? It’s simultaneously the best and worst thing I’ve read all my life. (x)

Word Count: 2081 Prompt List: (x) Masterlist: (x)

Part 2- As the World Falls Down

You managed to drag yourself down the mahogany staircase on the way to the first floor, admiring the sunlight drifting through the stain glass windows and warming your tired face. Did you care that your hair resembled a bird’s nest? No, not particularly, with the bright red scarfed tying back the strands it probably looked closer to the Madonna-inspired look you were going for. To be honest, you were faking the sense of being alive with bright red lipstick.

A few of the older students were already awake, upon seeing you they pointed towards the general direction of the gym and pool, you nodded in permission, deciding you were way too tired to deal with any of this. Either way your feet carried you down the empty hallways, students only beginning to emerge and enter the breakfast hall, to the heavy carved door of the staff room.

Professor Xavier sat at the head, Mystique to his left and Erik to his right, all three nursing ridiculously large mugs of coffee. Several of the other teachers from various faculties took their seats at the table on their swivelly-plastic chairs, conveniently leaving a space beside Professor McCoy.

Wait- you did a head count.

McCoy, Xavier, Mystique, Erik, mathematics teacher whose name you weren’t entirely sure of, Logan, Frost-

Shit, Peter wasn’t here yet-

No you take that back, as you sat down, a small breeze by your arm notified you that the speedster had indeed arrived and taken the seat beside you with a cheery wave. Clearing his throat, Professor Xavier began to hand out sheets of stapled paper regarding small details about the senior ball. You remembered with a shudder of terror the previous years of senior balls, of angry teenagers nearly killing each other because salmon was not the trending colour and the balloons should most definitely be rose-gold. You guessed with a fair amount of certainty that the final straw for the Professor had been the fact two senior students last year succeeded in imploding the lake, effectively draining it and displacing the current occupants of ducks and geese and decimating the fish population.

“I wasn’t entirely sure what was ‘hip’-“

“To be fair Professor, no one says ‘hip’ anymore,” Peter interrupted with a smile, you shook your head fondly, smiling at the Professor to continue despite his mutterings of how old he had gotten.

“What do you say then, ‘rad’?” He sounded exasperated before turning the page and bringing everyone’s attention to the choice of theme colours (cobalt blue and gold), food (you supposed they’d be alright with it) and according to the paper, Xavier had the students democratically vote upon the music to be played by the band. “Anyway, this final meeting is just to determine that we don’t have any potential problems- yes Frost?”

“I see we’ve removed the open bar?” Emma Frost raised her hand, tucking loose strands of hair back into her sleek bun before glowering at the Professor.

“They’re children-“

“Not for the children Charles,” Erik stated with a sip of his coffee “It’s for the faculty.”

“Dad’s got a point, other dad, if we all have to deal with Scott and Jean shoving their tongues down each other’s throats, I’m going to need something to bleach my mind with.” Peter piped up from beside you, however you too also grimaced from the image of several hormonal teenaged-couples viciously making out on the dancefloor while Careless Whisper played in the background. No, the open bar was definitely a faculty requirement.

“Alright, there’s no need for all of you to imagine hormonal students simultaneously. As several of our students are adept at telekinesis it may be worthwhile if we were to have you, Erik in charge, wearing the helmet and just to double check, did you call me ‘other dad’?” Charles added to Peter, every head at the table turning to face him.

“Maybe you’re imagining things, sir.” Peter smiled what could only be described as a shit-eating grin, you choked a little on your coffee, trying to supress a dying-whale laugh. “Have you even got a date to the ball?”

“I hear Moira’s free,” McCoy slyly suggested beside you with a wink.

“I’m also free as a pity date, Charles, it’s not 1963.” Mystique added in a playfully condescending manner. “We all know you’re finding it harder to get back on the dating market.”

“So’s my dad, he’s also conveniently here.” Peter pointed over to Erik.

“You don’t even have a date, Peter, let alone a suit to wear.” Professor Xavier fired back. You kept your mind blank. Don’t give the game away, don’t give the game away, don’t let Professor Xavier make a dad joke about having Peter as a date-

Shit.

“No, don’t be ridiculous Peter, I can’t have Charles as a date; he hasn’t any hair. I can’t be seen in public with a bald man. Think of my image.” Erik snidely remarked, earning a round of raucous laughs from the teachers. Charles rolled his eyes before continuing down the list, shuddering progressively as he went further down the finalised music playlist.

For now you were safe. All you had to do now was avoid Charles Xavier for the next few days until the ball.

Wonderful.

“You look beautiful,” Peter held out a small corsage of baby’s breath and small asters wrapped in a sheer silver ribbon, your gaze travelled from the corsage as you took a step back to take a good look at him. No, he didn’t own a suit, but he wore his silver jacket and silvery leather jeans in a charming enough manner that it was almost an improvement to the suits everyone else surely must be wearing. “I mean it’s a usual for you, but wow,”

“You don’t have to try too hard, Peter,”

“No I mean it, babe,” He said in all earnest, fumbling with your left wrist to tie the corsage onto it with his goofy, lopsided grin. “Now, off to the ball, Cinderella?”

“I don’t have a pumpkin, but I suppose you’ll do,” You teased gently, taking Peter’s proffered arm. His other hand moved to support your neck and he sped you to the converted auditorium. While you weren’t entirely fond of speeding about (see: running late, terrible nausea and the senior chemistry exam of 1982), you had to admit it was pretty damn cool.

The senior ball was as you’d expect it to be. Chaotic, energetic and with terrible choice in music. But the kids seemed ecstatic to be wearing their new suits and dresses, running around arm-in-arm to the punch bowl or to the dance floor as they excitedly greeted each other and complimented their friends. It seemed that electric blue was very en vogue this year.

“Summers, get your tongue out of Grey’s throat.” Peter cleared his throat at the couple who immediately vacated with red faces, scuttling away to find the rest of their trouble-making friends. “My lady, your throne,” He dramatically swept a grovelling bow and with a laugh, you took the chair and Peter following.

“So I suppose we’ll be stuck here all night?” You asked your ‘date’.

“I guess, whole part of the teaching gig, you feel?” He folded his arms at an attempt to look stern at a pair of giggling teens who were about halfway to getting into each other’s pants in public, “Kiddos, just remember, always wrap it before you tap it.”

“Don’t be silly, wrap your willy.” You added with a conspiratorial smirk, watching the kids’ mouths fall open in horror.

“Sex is cleaner with a packaged weiner,” Peter pointed out. You bit back the most ungodly snort.

“Ew, Professor M, that’s just gross,” They winced before levitating away to the other side of the dancefloor, presumably where there were teachers who were too deep into their alcoholic cups of denial to care.

“Wow, so apparently; I can’t even take an active interest in preventative measures.” Peter scoffed lightly. “Kids these days, what’s going on with the world?”

“I’m not sure, but apparently it’s the latest fashion to wear sashes and frilly shirts to a formal event.” You added in disgust, not entirely sure how Scott or Warren were managing to strut their egos in their flamboyant suits. But all the power to them, you supposed.

“So, I think you’re meant to ask people to dance at these kind of things,” Peter offered an outstretched hand as you recognised the opening bars of that song from Labyrinth. You were surprised that he even offered his hand, having given you every sad indication of taking his job seriously and sitting some wonderful songs out. “Okay, I don’t sing as good as David Bowie, but c’mon, a dance?”

“Yeah, alright Maximoff.” You were pulled flushed to him, wrapping your arms in a languid manner around his neck while his moved to your hips, swaying gently to the music as the crowd began to move closer together in a slow-dance. Well, it was better than Lady in Red, you supposed.

The proximity to Peter was enough to make you weak in the knees, his soft silvery hair falling against your cheeks and making you feel as if there was nothing else in the world in that moment. Just you and the ever-intoxicating Peter Maximoff. You were closer now, if such a thing were possibly, practically flush against his chest as he hummed the song under his breath.

“What? What are you thinking?” He asked softly, a gentle smile pulling at his pink lips. Your eyes flickered towards them, your mind already half made-up. “C’mon, tell meeeeee.”

“I can’t say,” You said gently, staring up at him through your lashes, quite unable to meet his gaze.

“No? Please babe?”

“No, I’ll show you,” Gathering your courage you leaned into the speedster, finally moving at your pace for once in his chaotic life, fully shutting your eyes.

His reaction was instantaneous; a gasp caught in his throat as your lips met his, melting and moving together. His hands tightened upon your hips, one of his teasing hands pleasurably drifting towards your waist and settling there, warmth seeping through cool silk. Your own hands gently traced patterns at the nape of his neck, feeling smooth skin and then tangling in thick locks of silver hair that you had so carefully matched your dress to.

“So,” he finally exhaled, pulling away, resting his forehead against yours. “Where do we go from here?”

“I think we both know, and it’s certainly not making sure these kiddos leave room for Jesus.”

“I gotcha babe,”

“And so as we observe the need to maintain moderate pressure and heat as a result of the equilibrium- Yes Mr Summers?” You asked tiredly, staring at the usually smug bastard with the same tiredness you usually showed.

“I can’t believe you and Professor Maximoff had the audacity to tell me and Jean off for making out when he was practically eating your face on the dancefloor.”

Once again you winced, watching as your class descended into a chaotic riot of shouts and hi-fives and dollar bills being handed about before settling a little at your well-honed ‘teacher glare’.

“Man, I hope you guys didn’t bang because I got twenty bucks riding on that.” Summers’ final statement had you ready to fling yourself out of the window. But you composed yourself with a couple of deep breaths, calmly collecting your things as your ridiculous class prepared itself for the final bell, clearing up two minutes early.

“Summers?” Your voice rang through the hum of student prattle.

“Yes Professor Y/N? Sorry about that, I didn’t mean offence.” He had the contrite look of a sinner in confession, it almost made you double-think what you were about to do.

“None taken but,” You’d moved to the doorway, ready to dismiss the class, “I hope you accept my apology.”

“Why?”

“You’ve just lost twenty bucks,” You grinned evilly at the sight of your Senior Chemistry class, for once, shocked into silence, Jubilee even dropping her designer Chloe handbag upon the dusty floor. The atmosphere was thick with the impending storm and with a hearty laugh, you sprinted out of your designated classroom, halfway-down the corridor before you heard the roar of the class.

You found out on Monday’s first period Chemistry class that Kurt Wagner was now in possession of Michael Jackson’s Thriller album, funded by a won bet.

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The Wedding

I’ve always wanted to try my hand at writing on tumblr or AO3. I used to have an account on FF.net, but I don’t really use it. I’ve had this idea floating around for a while now, so. Here it is! Tony was pacing. Penny could hear it as she walked to his hotel room. Louder, then quieter as he walked from one side of the room to the other. She knocked, and opened the door without waiting for an answer. She put her purse down on the table beside the door, and turned to examine the room.

Harley sat on the couch with his tie draped over his shoulder, staring up at Tony amusedly, but turned to her at her entrance. Tony was pacing, probably wearing a hole in the carpet, and muttering incomprehensibly. And Rhodey, bless him, was trying-and failing-to get him to ‘sit down and rest, goddamnit, you’re going to give yourself pit-stains!’, all while glaring at Harley for not helping.

Penny cleared her throat, attracting the attention of the other occupants of the room. Rhodey dropped down next to Harley with a muttered “Thank fuck”. Penny crossed her arms and smiled at her father.

“How’re you feeling, Dad?”

“Good. Good. Yep, all good here.” he replied, nodding along to his own words, obviously trying to convince himself as well as everyone else.

“Good”

“Good. Yep. Mhm.” He swallowed.

“Hm.” Penny turned to Harley, “He’s freaking-out isn’t he?”

Harley, with his shit-eating grin and Tennessee drawl that Penny found herself falling in love with more and more, simply nodded his head. Penny then turned to Rhodey, held a hand out and said:

“You owe me 20 bucks.”

He groaned but coughed up the cash nevertheless. That seemed to snap Tony out of it. 

“Wait what? Why...what?” He pointed at Penny. Then Rhodey. Then back again.

“I bet Rhodey you’d start freaking out once you saw yourself in the mirror.”

“Huh. How’d you know I was in front of the mirror?”

Penny smirked knowingly, before walking over to where he now stood, in front of the bed. She tugged on his tie and said:

“You’ve only started to tie your tie. You always tie your ties in front of the mirror, so… It was only logical to assume.” As she was saying this she was also tying it for him. 

Tony dropped onto the bed, and rested his head in his hands. Penny knew this was much more than pre-wedding jitters. She gave a meaningful look towards Rhodey and Harley. Rhodey caught on first. Sadly, one thing all that time in the military had not taught him, was how to bullshit on the spot. A tragedy, really.

“Hey kid, let’s um… let’s go and uh...do something.” Harley lifted his eyebrow amusedly at him at his honestly pathetic excuse, but followed nonetheless as Rhodey led him to the door. Penny turned back to Tony, who had remained oblivious to the exchange, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. 

Penny sat down beside him, and nudged him a little. She waited for him to look at her, before she said anything.

“Hey” she whispered.

“Hi” he replied, just as quietly.

She bumped her shoulder with his. “Why so glum, chum?”

He smiled at her small attempt at humour, before sighing and rubbing his hands down his face. “I’m just, I guess I’m just worried. I know I have nothing to worry about. I mean, this is Pepper for Christ’s sake. But, I’ve just, I’ve done so much to hurt her. I don’t understand why she’s still here. Why she…” he trails off, looking at her.

‘This is it’ she thinks, ‘This is what's got him so worried’

“Why she hasn't left yet.” She finishes for him with a sigh. He nods at her and looks down towards the ground. She stands up, and kneels in front of him, careful to make sure her dress doesn’t get dirty. She holds his hands and waits for him to look at her. “She hasn’t left, Daddy, because she loves you. And you love her. And look, I know growing up with Howard, you didn’t have a lot of that, but you do now. Okay? She loves you so much. We all do. And I know  you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop, but you don’t have to. Not with us. Not with me, or Mom, or Rhodey, or Morgan, or Harley, or May, or Happy, okay? Never with us. Because we’re not going anywhere. Ever.”

His eyes were glassy as they looked down on Penny, but she could see that she’d gotten through to him. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. They were like that when Rhodey and Harley came in from God-knows where. 

“Aww, well ain’t this adorable”

‘And moment ruined.’ She thought to herself. They both turned to glare at Harley, who smirked like the fucking devil himself. Penny stood up and made her way to Harley, as Rhodey sat beside Tony.

“You good, man?” He questioned, with a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry for uh, freaking out.”

Harley decided to butt in. “Don’t worry about it, old man. We probably would’ve been more worried if you weren’t a panicky, stressy mess.”

Penny snorted before grabbing his hand, and pulling him into a quick kiss.

“Why don’t you have your tie, tied?”

“Can’t, never learned.” He gave a sad smile at that, and Penny returned it, both of them thinking of his shit-for-brains father.

“C’mon, I’ll teach you.” He raised an eyebrow at that, but Penny’s voice left no room for argument. 

A few minutes later, Harley had learnt a new skill and Rhodey and Tony were laughing with each other over some Youtube video on the sofa.

“Well,” Penny whispered, “Don’t you clean up nicely?” And he did. Rhodey and Harley were wearing the same suit, with a grey jacket and pants, white shirt and red with a diagonal gold stripe. The bridesmaids (Penny and May) wore a knee high red dress, with a gold belt, to match the boys’ ties. Tony had the same jacket and pants, but with a red shirt and a gold tie. 

“You’re not one to talk, Penny,” He whispered just as quietly. He leaned down and kissed her. And Penny would be the first to admit, it was a great kiss...before they were rudely interupted by a fucking projectile pillow. They looked at each other, before turning to glare at her Dad.

“Dude. What the fuck?” 

“I don’t want to see...that.” Tony replied with a disgusted look on his face pointing between them.

“It didn’t mean you had to throw a pillow at us!”

“Eh.”

Before Penny had a chance to respond, her phone beeped. It was a text from Pepper saying she needed her for photos. She texted back that she’d be there as fast as she could. She gave Harley a quick kiss goodbye and gave Tony a hug, before strolling out of the room.

***

The music started, and Penny watched as Morgan grabbed the basket of red and gold flower petals and with only the confidence that a five-year-old could muster, walked out onto the aisle. Penny waited a few seconds before following, then it was May, then, finally, Pepper. Each of them were holding small bouquets of red roses, tied together with gold ribbons.

Penny watched with a grin as Morgan grabbed handfuls of the petals and either dropped them where she stood, or ran over to someone she knew and gave them the handfuls. When she reached the end of the aisle and ran out of petals, she stood still for a split second, before darting up to Tony, and giving him a bear hug. There were collective ‘aww’s’ from either side of the aisle. Morgan was about to sit down in her seat, but then decided that she’d rather stay with the grown-ups (and Penny and Harley). She hurried over to Penny with her arms up. Always being the one who found it impossible to say ‘no’ to the little girl, Penny willingly complied, and set the little girl on her hip.

While being distracted by Morgan when she rushed up and hugged him, once she went with Penny, Tony’s eyes immediately found Pepper. Everyone in the room could see the moment when he took in her hair and make-up and the dress and just thought ‘Wow. I get to marry her!’. The whole world might’ve been blown to fucking hell, but Penny knew that absolutely nothing could take his eyes off of her. Pepper’s Dad kissed her cheek before passing her hands to Tony, who couldn’t seem to grab them quick enough.

Pepper’s dress was gorgeous. It was simple, but elegant, with a lace covered top and off-the-shoulder sleeves and a satin bottom flowing to the floor. She had a red and gold comb in her hair, holding it in a fancy up-do that May had spent an hour perfecting. She had decided to forgo the veil, and instead had a dainty,  silver tiara. With her red curls framing her face.

Vision was ordained because of course he was. The ceremony was quick, the vows said and the tears shed. Tony’s cheek’s were a little damp, even though he'd swear up and down that that was a lie. Until finally, Vision said 

“You may kiss the bride”

Everyone cheered and had smiles splitting their faces. The kiss was short, and Tony rested his head against Pepper who whispered to her now-husband:

“Will that be all Mr. Stark?”

To which he replied:

“That’ll be all Mrs Stark.”

***

The dinner was relatively uneventful, you did, however, hear Morgan telling Tony and Pepper that it was ‘yucky’ when they kissed because Morgan had now  reached that age. The speeches were funny, with Rhodey retelling stories of Tony from his MIT days. 

The afterparty was the best, though. Penny and Harley were alone while Rhodey played babysitter. And Pepper and Tony went to talk to the band, before they got started.  

“Hey” Harley nudged Penny.

“Hey yourself.”

“You know, I distinctly remember us doing something before the wedding.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively and she snorted loudly.

“You know, I don’t think I know what you're talking about”

“Oh really?” He asked, dragging out the ‘e’.

“Mhm”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to remind you then.”

Before Penny had a chance to ponder a witty retort, she felt Harley’s soft lips on hers. Time seemed to hold still as the sense of HarleyHarleyHarley surrounded her. Thank God she had already been sitting, or her legs would’ve given out.  She felt his hands go to her waist and hers go around his neck but didn't really register it. She felt like-

“Ew! Gross!” 

And that was Penny’s five-year-old sister glaring at them with her hands on her hips and her ‘Uncle Rhodey’ cackling like a fucking witch behind her. Penny and Harley broke off with a sigh, foreheads still touching.

“Why does everyone keep kissing today? It’s gross! And it spreads germs.”

And suddenly Penny and Harley were laughing along with Rhodey, even though they were both completely out of breath, because a five-year-old who is as terrifying as a teacup pomeranian was lecturing people over three times her age about how it is unhygienic to kiss. And there were tears streaming down all three of their faces and Morgan was looking very put-out and people were staring at them and it was all sickeningly, tooth-rotting-ly domestic.

And then the band started playing a song. Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’ to be exact. Tony and Pepper waltzed through the doors ーbecause they never did anything half-wayー and onto the middle of the dancefloor. Suddenly they were dancing a dance that was so relaxed and informal and one-hundred-percent made up on the spot, that everyone was smiling big, ugly smiles by the end of it. For the next song Penny and Harley joined in, and so did May and Happy, and Rhodey and Morgan. 

A few songs later, the band announced the Father-Daughter dance, Penny was already on the dancefloor with Harley, and Morgan was asleep on Rhodey's shoulder, the day's excitement having finally caught up with her. Tony strolled over to Penny and Harley and held out his hand. From where they were standing, they could see Pepper’s Dad bringing Pepper out onto the dance floor.

“May I cut in?” He asked with a smirk.

Harley removed his hands from her waist and placed her hand in Tony’s. “She’s all yours”

He led her further into the dancefloor, to where they could see other ‘Father-Daughter’ duos. Tony put one hand on her hip and the other in her left hand. Penny followed suit and put one on his shoulder, and the other in his hand. They started dancing to a nameless song and Penny rested her head on his shoulder,

“You were right, you know.” 

Penny looked up curiously, “I usually am, but about what in particular, this time?”

“Earlier. In the hotel room. When you told me everything was going to be fine.” He looked over to Pepper and smiled. “And that she loved me”

“Well. It’s about time someone got it into your thick head.”

He looked back down at her and glared with no heat. “Rude”.

“True”

“By the way, who taught you how to dance?”

Penny grinned, “You did”

He smiled back, “Well, I've done a fine job.”

She smiled wider, if that was even possible, and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He rested his cheek on her hair. And they danced in peace for the rest of the song.