fridge that i slept with one night

Who am I to you
Who am I
Am I a golden sunrise
Or the morning slept through
Am I the tab of a freshly opened soda
Or one forgotten in the fridge
Left on the bench
At a party in the park
Am I the Easter Sunday plates
You make sure are scrubbed clean
Or the paper ones
Thrown into the trash
Am I a flower with roots
Or was I found in a grocery store
A last minute thought
Already dying
Am I a date night movie
Or one where you sob to yourself
As the credits play
In an empty theater
Fresh salsa
Or store bought
There’s a difference you know
So who am I
Who am I to you
Calculus or algebra
Happy winter nights
Or lonely summer afternoons
Am I forgotten
Or am I loved
Am I worth the effort
Am I the lonely star
You’ve been longing for
Or am I an almost her
Am I an almost
Answer me
Almost in love
Almost married
Am I a broken mirror
Or steps under a black ladder
Perhaps a black cat
Wandering through nighttime allies
Am I the creek in the valley
The cabin on the mountain top
Or maybe the road in between
Am I love
Or am I grace and compassion
Am I kindness
Or am I forgiveness and hope
I’d like to think
I’m all six wrapped up
In silver evening light–
Almost though
—  “answer me this, who am i”
Death Isn’t So Bad Part 5

Wade Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Language (like always apparently)

Words: 2,274

A/N: Why is Wade Wilson so hard for me to write?!? *distant sobbing* So, this is the final part. I’ll probably write a Wolverine or Daredevil one next, I don’t know. I’m just making it up as a go along. And I even got this one up just in time for the Deadpool trailer.

“Oh, ha-ha.” You replied, escorting Tony to your couch so he could get off his feet.

“How are you holding up?” Fury asked.

“Just peachy.” Stark muttered, wincing as he adjusted himself on the couch better.

“You look like shit.” He stated.

“Next time I’ll be sure to tell them to avoid the face.” Stark joked.

“What about you, Steve?” You asked, examining the bruise swelling around his right eye and the cut on his cheek.

“I’ll live,” he murmured, “fast healing, remember? It’s too bad; I could really use a drink about now.” You smirked.

“Oh, no.” Fury groaned.

“What, we’ve got time?” You pointed to Tony. “And he’s in no condition to brew up some master plan to stop the suit.”

“Fine.” You smiled widely at him.

“What are you guys going on about?” Wade asked, dragging in something through the door.

“When did you leave?” You questioned.

“Well that’s a blow to self-confidence.” Deadpool stated. “Nobody even realized I left. Can you believe this shit Bill?”

“Who’s Bill?” You asked at the same time Steve asked, “Where did you go?”

“This is Bill!” Wade lifted the arm of the limp man lying on your kitchen floor. “Say hi!” He said as he waved the arm in the air.

“Wade, what did I tell you about leaving dead bodies in my house?” You groaned.

“This is an often occurrence?” Steve looked to you questioningly.

“This one wasn’t my fault!” Fury looked to you pointedly.

“Alright, I’ll handle him. You can go set Stark up in my room, I slept last night.” You pulled a flask from your fridge. “And this is for you, Steve.” He caught it, looking at the bottle with a raised brow.

“I’m afraid it won’t do much.” He replied. You shook your head.

“That’s kingsbrew, from Elrain,” You explained, “human alcohol doesn’t affect my system either but I promise you, that will.”

“Oh, I want some!” Deadpool dropped the arm he was holding on to and rushed up to Steve, attempting to take the flask.

“Relax, Wade,” you pulled out another flask, “I’ve got more.” Wade abandoned his attempts at grabbing Steve’s flask and walked up to you. “Oh, and Steve, there’s a room straight down that hall.” You pointed down the walkway Fury and Stark had disappeared into only a few moments ago. “You can go in there to wash up and get some rest. We probably won’t make much progress until the morning.” Steve nodded.

“Thanks.” He called back as he made his way towards the room. One look in the direction of the limp figure lying on the ground had you taking a swig of kingsbrew.

“I thought that was for me!” Wade complained, grabbing the flask from you.

“If I’m taking care of this mess, I might as well get a drink of alcohol in.” You stated dryly. Wade shrugged, chugging down the contents of the flask. With a sigh and a flick of your wrist, you sent the man into the Aether. “I’d slow down on that.” You warned Wade. He smiled at you sheepishly, setting the empty flask on the counter.

“Whoops.” He replied. You watched him for a moment before speaking again.

“Are you tired?” You asked.

“Nah, Bill woke me up.” You chuckled to yourself.

“I don’t even want to know who he was.” You stated, walking back to relax on your couch.

“An asshole.” Wade responded. “I mean who doesn’t like Mexican food?” He plopped down next to you.

“Did you kill that man just because he didn’t like Mexican food?” You raised a brow.

“He didn’t laugh at my joke.” He pointed out. You giggled.

“Nobody laughs at your jokes.”

“You do.” He smirked with a wink. You look to him with a flirty smile, draping your back over his legs.

“What else is a princess to do?” You asked innocently.

“You’re a princess?” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Where’s the dress? And the tiara, for that matter? You’re doing it wrong! You need to put on pink tutus and diamond crowns.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your hand hesitantly. “What are you doing?”

“Can I-,” you motioned to his mask. He nodded slowly. With cautious tugs, you inched the mask off of his face revealing the marred skin below. For once, he was quiet. You’d seen the scars before, when he was eating he’d lift the mask some and SHIELD had a photo of him without it, but it was different looking at it with your own eyes. You placed a hand softly on one of his cheeks and smiled up to him. He returned your smile. “You should get some sleep, Wade. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

“What about the party we’re having? I still haven’t gotten to braid anyone’s hair.” You laughed.

“I’ll pin Steve down tomorrow so you can braid his hair but tonight you should sleep.”

“What are you going to do when I do sleep?”

“I’m just going to meditate.” You shrugged. He looked at you skeptically.

“You sure?” He questioned. “I’m not going to wake up with a dick drawn on my forehead or something, right?” Laughing, you replied.

“Of course not,” you paused, “it’ll be two dicks.” Wade smirked down at you.

“Off to bed, then.” He stated, grabbing his mask from your hands and moving your legs off his lap. “I’ll feel much safer knowing I have two dicks watching out for me on my forehead.”

“Wade,” you called softly, looking up at him before he left. You stood slowly, pressing your lips lightly against his rough skin. “Goodnight.” You whispered in his ear, disappearing before he even had time to respond. You sat on your building’s roof, watching the traffic below. You concentrated on the soft breeze and closed your eyes; the soft sounds of the city lulling you into your own mind.

“So, what’s the best course of action?” You asked Fury and Stark lowly, not wishing to disturb the others resting within the house.

“I can build a small device that will suck all of the energy out of the machine, we just need somewhere for it to go.” Tony explained.

“How in the hell are we going to find a place for all of that energy to go?” Fury asked, not liking this plan in the slightest.

“Easy,” you replied, “I can send the energy to the Aether.”

“Are you sure you can even build this device?” Fury demanded.

“I’m a genius.” Stark stated. “Of course I can build it.”

“Build what?” Steve asked, picking up on the conversation as he walked by.

“An energy sucking thing.” You answered. “You’re looking better.”

“I’m feeling better,” he nodded gratefully, “thanks for the alcohol.”

“Aw, what!” Tony whined. “There was alcohol and I didn’t get any.”

“Technically, you did.” You pointed out. “Except yours was the kind that goes in cuts.”

“She’s got a point.” Steve laughed.

“Anyways, you work on your device.” You told Tony. “I’ll make us breakfast.” Ignoring Steve’s offers of help, you walked into your kitchen and pulled out the things you needed for pancakes. You’d only made three before Wade walked in, looking much more awake than yesterday. As soon as you saw his mask, you burst into laughter.

“You said two, not four!” He complained.

“It was two; two on your forehead and two on your mask.” You replied, sticking out your tongue like a child in the process. “The others are working on the device.”

“Device?” Wade asked excitedly. “Does it blow stuff up? Or,” he gasped, “make chimichangas?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What is up with you and chimichangas anyways?”

“They’re delicious.” He preached. “They’ve got enough succulent flavor to make even the most stern of mothers weep.” You giggled at his use of words.

“Homer, quit your yapping and go listen to the plan.” You ordered. “I’ve got pancakes to make.” He gave you a wink and salute before walking off in the direction of the others. Almost half an hour had passed before the four others returned. You had a very large stack of pancakes waiting for them, your own already on a separate plate. “Help yourself.”

“Pancakes!” Wade squealed, jumping at the stack.

“You should probably get that off before we go.” You laughed, gesturing to the two dicks you had drawn on his mask while he was sleeping.

“Why?” He whined. “It adds character!”

“You’d all better eat up and rest while you can because as soon as Stark is done with that device, we’re moving out.” Fury stated. You nodded to him once, going back to being serious. Fury was right, that machine was going to put up one hell of a fight.

You’re back was pressed against the cool metal as you caught your breath. Wade was propped up next to you, talking to himself. Or maybe, he was talking to you, you wouldn’t know the difference at the moment.

“Kiss me for good luck?” He asked suddenly. Your mind finally registered his request.

“Oh, we all get out of this alive and I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kiss you.” You promised, pushing yourself off the ground and back into the fight. Your statement earlier had been a drastic understatement. You and Wade were tasked with keeping the metal asshole occupied while Steve and Stark were getting the device inside his mainframe. Fury had gone with a team of agents to aid the rest of the Avengers, leaving you and Wade as target practice. You were dodging the blasts of fire the machine was blasting out, cursing Stark in your mind. The steady stream of fire was interrupted, turning into some clear blast. “What the-“

“Hell.” Wade finished dryly as a blast hit him and he began melting into nothing more than a pile of mush. Your eyes widened as you made your way to him, keeping up an energy shield to deflect the machine’s blows.

“Wade?” You looked down at him.

“I’ll be fine.” He stated.

“You’re a puddle.” You replied, laughing despite the situation.

“What can I say?” He looked up at you. “Some people are worth melting for.” You furrowed your brows.

“Did-,” you paused, looking skeptical. “Did you just quote a child’s movie to me?”

“Leave me to be and die!” Deadpool cried out dramatically. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, get your ass moving soon.” You said sternly. “There’s no way I can hold this guy’s fire for long.” Morphing your shield to a ball of energy, you went on the offensive once again. “Stark.” You called into your earpiece. “Do you think you can hurry up?” Jumping to the right, you barely dodged a laser blast. “What the fuck were you thinking when you built this thing?”

“We just need one more minute.” Steve responded.

“You’ve had a damn minute!” You levitated slightly above the ground, hoping to speed up your dodges.

“Well, we need another one!” Tony bickered. Sensing your change in attack, the machine attached its two arms together and formed one massive, red ball.

“Oh fuck.” You flew out of the line of fire, the tip of the attack burning your foot slightly. You fell to the ground, hissing. “Shit!” You shouted, cradling your foot in one hand. It wasn’t too bad, you just needed a moment to rest.

“(Y/N)!” Wade yelled as a laser blast was headed right for you. He jumped in the way, shielding your body with his own while he waited for the inevitable pain.

“Wade, you can get off.” You said, pushing him to the side.

“What?” He questioned, looking at the energy field surrounding them. “You ruined my knight in shining armor moment!”

“That will only work on damsels in distress.” You replied, pulling yourself to your feet. “Stark, how much longer?”

“Just a few… seconds.” His voice sounded distant, the sound of keys clicking in the distance. “Now, Steve.” He called. You and Wade watched as Steve attached the device to his shield and threw it into the neck of the machine. Before it had a chance to react, the machine powered down.

“Send it now, (Y/N).” Steve informed you. You pushed yourself into flight, focusing your concentration on the device. With the movement of your arms, you sent the energy to the Aether. You flew down to where Tony, Steve, and Wade were gathering.

“Never build something like that again.” You warned Stark.

“Noted,” his eyes looked softer, “and also noted that you can be trusted.” You nodded in acknowledgment, not expecting anything more from him.

“You guys go take care of your team; Fury will send a cleanup team later.” They both said their goodbyes, anxious to see how their friends were doing.

“We all made it.” Wade stated. “Alive.” You smiled deviously at him.

“Yes, we did.” With quick movements, you removed his mask and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Partially thanks to you.” You pulled his head down to your own, connecting your lips in a dominating kiss. Almost instantly, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to him. He caught you easily; one hand supporting your bottom while the other rested on your back. You ran your tongue along the roof of his mouth, squeezed his ass, then dropped back to the ground. “You’ll have to earn the rest.” You winked, leaving him standing there. He stared where you were only seconds ago, left needing more.

“Two can play at that game.” He muttered, his mind already forming ways to get back at you.

anonymous asked:


22. The straw that broke the camels back [sic] (this is sort of but not quite the prompt)

It isn’t the media kerfuffle that gets him in the end. It isn’t the endless late nights and early mornings and photoshoots and inane interviews with people who think they’re too good for One Direction, and who they have to band together to face. It isn't The Mirror publishing shit about his family, or the break up of one long-term relationship after another that he has to deal with in the public eye. It isn’t Harry obliquely referring to that time he got drunk and laid all his cards out on the table and admitted to wanting to kiss Louis more often than just when they were drunk and exhausted and seventeen. It isn’t one more late-night wank with the lights off and his eyes screwed shut, determined not to think about Harry’s hands, or Harry’s eyes, or Harry’s laugh. It isn’t burying his face in his pillow afterwards, and trying not to reach for his phone to text him and tell him yesand I changed my mind and please don’t tell me I’ve left it too long

It’s a Tuesday morning in early spring, and Louis slept all right, as these things go, and he opens his fridge and gets the margarine out as he dumps two crumpets into the toaster. 

He thinks: I wish Harry was here. Not for any of the terrible things, or the boring things, or the painful things, or the late night things, or for the sex. 

He just wishes he was here for toast, and jam, and crumpets, and tea.

For no particular reason at all. 

He reaches for his phone. 

anonymous asked:

How far into a relationship would Harry try makingout for the first time? elaborate please..I can never get enough of your Harry kisses! Thanks syd

Honestly I doubt he’d be able to go very long without it.  In fact, I could see him being the type to make out with you before you two have even really established that you’re just a couple.  I feel the first time would be when you’re “talking” and going on casual dates but you’ve never slept together, but there’s TONS of sexual tension. 

And then maybe one night he’s at your house late and he’s like, “I should go,” and you’re like “Wait…. or you could stay?” 

And he smirks and so you guys go into the kitchen and get snacks and maybe even decide to bake a cake even though its like 2am.  And you’re just talking and the only light is the light from the fridge and the tiny one above the stove.  And you’re sitting on the counter top while he’s doing most of the work cooking, and ugh you could literally cut the sexual tension with a knife.  

So he’s opening the frosting to frost the cake, but of course that little shit has a plan.  So he dips his finger into the container and scoops up a little glob, and walks over to where you sit on the counter top.  He positions himself between your legs and holds up his chocolate covered finger to your lips.  “Open,” he says.  And the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.  

So you do, and it tastes amazing, yes.  But you both know neither of you are really thinking about that.  He’s got his eyes trained on yours, and your lips are sucking the frosting off of his finger as if you were starving.  And honestly this is probably the most sexual things have gotten, but shit, its late and you’re both a little sleepy and your judgement is cloudy.  And even so, you’ve both wanted this for a while.  So he pulls his finger out of your mouth slow and runs it along your bottom lip.  You don’t even realize you’re breathing heavily until he grins.  “Good?”

You nod, a grin slowly spreading across your face.  “Wanna taste?”  It’s only then that you both notice how impossibly close his face is to yours.

So he whimpers out a breathy, “God yes,” before attaching his lips to yours.  As if you’d never ask.  His hands wrap around the back of your neck and tangle in the base of your hair as you allow his tongue into your mouth.  Your first makeout session, and you must say, it’s steamier than you’d intended.  

That night is a night of a lot of firsts for you two. ;)

Welcome Home pt. 4 || Jack Gilinsky


A/N: I know, I know – I haven’t been around in forever. I posted part three last June (I’m so damn lame) and I’m sorry for making you wait for over a year. I hope you all still love me. I’m just getting back into the swing of things so please bear with my writing! Also, this is just a something short to help me get back into my writing and is very much a filler, but the next will be very angsty and asdfghjkl. xoxo

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