My favorite thing about the destiel fandom is that we are one of the biggest shipping fandoms out there, we’re the most blogged ship, and we’ve won Jensen and Misha the award for best chemistry.
And yet these two characters haven’t even kissed. We’re all just like, “Awww yess, look at that sweet sweet eye contact.” “But guys, what if they were alone….and they TALKED! Can you imagine?” “OHMYGOD HES TOUCHING HIS ARM”
Anon prompt: Hey!~ Can you make a Deadpool x Ex-girlfriend|reader, where reader’s trying to get Wade back but Wade’s having his revenge to her by being too mean to her. Though he still loves her even if his hurt.
Warning: FUCKING SWEARING PEOPLE
“Wade please listen” you begged him as he headed towards the door.
“Why should I? You don`t want to be with me anymore, I just want to know why!” he yelled back at you.
“Because I can`t look at you” you whispered, pain surging through your body.
“You`re fucking joking, right?” his tawny eyes tearing up slightly.
“No, your face is disgusting. I can`t do this anymore” you reached towards him to touch his arm as your words flew at him like arrows.
He immediately shrugged you off as he looked down at your crying face.
“Go fuck yourself, we are done” he turned away and slammed the door in your face.
You collapsed to the floor as the sobs started to escape you.
A few minutes later, your phone started ringing.
“He-hello?” you croaked down the phone.
“Is it done?” the male voice on the other end asked.
“Yes” you solemnly replied, hiccuping from the crying.
“Excellent, we need him to be distracted. The hit has been cancelled. Thank you for your services” he said then the phone went dead.
You spent the entire night crying as sleep evaded you.
Thoughts of Wade swirled through your mind as you relived his pained face over and over again.
thanks to group chat, we were talking about Harry’s dick and then I decided to write smut in said group chat and now they want me write so…
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“Didn’t you have enough of me this evening?” Harry half
chuckles as he stifles a whimper. I lift my body out of Harry’s embrace,
letting the white sheet expose my naked body. I lower my head and kiss Harry’s
He’s right beside me. In the dark bedroom with only the silent
TV illuminating the darkness, I can actually touch him. My head lays in the
crook of his arm with my arm slouched over his torso. I trace his butterfly
tattoo with my index finger; my thoughts scattered from memories of Harry and
me. I remember when he got the butterfly. He wanted to be tough for me, but when
the buzzing of the needle started up, he clung tightly to my hand. A moment of vulnerability
and I was the one who he reached for. It was my favorite tattoo of his. The pad
of my finger hits the top of the butterfly’s antenna, and Harry stirs himself.
That part of him is always ticklish. When he was getting the tattoo, he squirmed
around in the chair and the artist was frustrated with him, but in that moment
was the cheeky Harry that I’ve always known. His dimples were present in his
smile as he looked to me. Harry moans from his interrupted sleep, rubbing his
green eyes awake. With squinted eyes, he lifts his head up so he can look at
what awoke him from his deep sleep.
“Close your eyes & touch the thing closest to you… open & tell me what it would feel like to be that thing… ”
He stretches out his arms & touches my heart… & I can see where his wings had been clipped…
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you there, but I’d tell you what I think it feels like anyway… Uh… Hurricane on a still day?
Forgive me, it’s just, I can’t really think of anything that’s heavy & empty…
I mean, what kind of heart puts out its own fires when it burns…”
But there’s a secret to remaining at ease you know… You just carry a paradise wherever you go… When you’re hurt, the moon is already there, & you never really get angry because you can always hear the waves crashing on the shore…
But some pains cannot be cured with a paradise, this happens when your pain is your paradise too…
“Close your eyes & touch the thing closest to you…”
When you opened, I fell in love with you…