"ohh My God You Can't Just-"

my swanqueen era is coming back

MR. MURDOCK AND HIS HANDS ON HIPS

"nobody likes a complainer" you say, like an idiot, as if thriving ecosystems of friendships aren't blossoming every day based solely on people vocally disliking the same things in similar ways

You know. I always liked the concept of someone being left at the alter but normally it's Peter.

How about this promty if you like:

Tony and Pepper finally have their wedding day, and she leaves Tony at the altar. But don't worry. Peter steps up in her place. He loves Tony and will sign a prenuptial agreement, Tony just has to say I do....

- @winterspiderpurrs

"Someone else"

- a starker ficlet.

Tony didn't feel any sense of sadness when Rhodey enters his hotel room to tell him that Pepper left in a sense of hurry and panic in her wedding dress claiming she couldn't marry Tony because there was someone else. Of course there was someone else, Tony wasn't blind. He saw all the signs, he was just waiting for Pepper to back out.

He just didn't expect Pepper to back out the last minute. He didn't even care about how much they spent on this wedding, he had let Pepper handle everything. The relief inside his chest began spreading all over his body. He leaned back on the sofa, he wasn't getting married.

Thank fuck.

But, he was left at the fucking altar. Now, that was something the media would go crazy about. Tony lets out a snort, Rhodey had already left minutes ago to tell everyone that the wedding has been cancelled. He could deal with all the PR shit later, he tried to scower his feelings, trying to find any feeling of hurt, of betrayal, anything. But nothing came.

Just insurmountable relief and gratefulness that Pepper had been the one to turn away from this. Because Tony wouldn't be able to, he felt like this marriage would be the one to finally pull him away from the one person he really wanted to marry.

Yes, Pepper wasn't the only one with someone else.

Tony had someone else as well.

Someone else.

He breathed in, closing his eyes, imagining those beautiful brown doe eyes looking at him, those delicious curls under his fingers, those soft pale skin against his darker one, those thin lucious lips against his, god, how he wished he could see his someone else right now.

"Boss, Peter is asking to connect to your comms." Friday chirps out from his AI glasses.

Tony breathed, his someone else.

"Connect him, baby girl." Tony answers.

"Tony? What the fuck? Why is the wedding cancelled?" Peter asked with a worried tone, "Are you okay? Where- where are you? Do you want me to come see you?"

Ah, that beautiful voice.

"Yeah, kid. Pep had someone else." Tony says softly, he leans forward, pressing his elbows against his knees.

A gasp.

"A-Are you okay? Do- Do you want me to-"

"I'm okay, kiddo. You know who I want, baby. You know who I want to marry, don't you?" Tony asked in a raspy tone, "But I can't marry him, can I?"

"I'll go see you, where are you? Are you in your room?" It was a hasty question, Tony could hear Peter's footsteps, fast, running.

"Yeah, come here."

"You can marry him. You know you can." Peter suddenly says.

Tony inhaled, swallowing.

Peter was still running.

"I can't, he's just nineteen. I'll take away his youth, his future, his-"

"His youth is yours. His future is you. He loves you, Tony. He'll marry you anytime, any day, hell, he'll marry you now." Peter says in between pants, a ding of the elevator can be heard.

He breathes in deeper, "Yeah? He'll marry me?"

"Yes, all you have to say I do, Tony. I'll marry you. I don't care if I'm nineteen, I'm yours. I'll marry you." Peter says, confident.

Tony could feel the flutter of his heart was fast and he unconciously took out his phone to dial up Rhodey's number.

"Tones, what's up?"

"I'm still getting married, Rhodey. Tell the officiant that a wedding is still going to happen." He says, he doesn't stick around to wait for Rhodey's answer, he drops the call.

"Well, it looks like you're going to come home as Peter Stark, kid." Tony says with a soft tone, he hears a melodious laugh coming from the other side of the comms.

"What a dream come true, Mr. Stark."

"As it is with me, Mr. Stark." Tony answers, grinning.

He'll end up getting married today anyway, but this time, to his someone else, to the one he really loves.

Every Wade ship dynamic.

I love how a majority of fandoms have a pretty amicable relationship with their source material and, to some extent, creators. Meanwhile, every MCU fan I've ever spoken to has an itemized list of directors, producers, and/or writers that they'd bare-knuckle box in a Waffle House parking lot if ever given the chance and could write a doctorate-level dissertation on how they fucked up their favorite character(s)

Malcom Spellman I am coming for your kneecaps

*Throwing Timkon in the air*

sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong

A message from Justin, a 62 year old trans man