Wade was sitting on the sofa, watching Bridget Jones when Peter came in through the window. Peter himself made no noise at all, but the window screeched a little as he opened it. The first few times that sound had always alarmed Wade, but by now he was used to it and knew it was only his boyfriend entering his flat.

Only a few seconds later, a black figure appeared in his field of vision and gracefully sank onto the sofa right next to him. Wade smiled as Peter snuggled up against his side and placed his massive arm over his lover’s shoulders.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted him softly. “Didn’t expect you already.”

“I hurried,” Peter purred and rubbed his face against Wade’s shoulder like a cat. “I wanted to be with you.”

Wade’s smile widened and he pulled Peter closer against himself. He felt a smooth substance wrapping around his arm to keep it in place and had to grin at the coincidence of himself wearing his ‘I <3 Tentacles’ shirt right now.

“How many was it tonight?” he asked while he caressed Peter’s arm.

“Four,” he young man replied.

Wade breathed out a chuckle. “Holy shit, Baby Boy. You’re going to outdo my kill count if you keep going like that.”

Peter shrugged. “They’re bad, so I kill them,” he stated, the self-righteous conviction cold in his voice.

Wade hummed lowly and nodded. “I know,” he replied. And he did. He knew why Peter killed the bad guys instead of just hunting them down. And he knew why Peter wouldn’t let go of the darkness that had settled in his mind and soul. By now it was a choice, not just a circumstance.

The merc bent down and nuzzled his nose in Peter’s wild mob of hair. “You’re a great superhero,” he muttered. “I’m proud of you.”

Peter grunted comfortably and wrapped his arms around Deadpool’s waist. Wade smiled again and leaned his head against Peter’s that was resting on Wade’s shoulder. The smell of his shampoo settled in Wade’s nose and left a feeling of adoration and belonging.

“What are we watching?” Peter asked. “Is that Bridget Jones?”

“Yeah,” Wade sighed. “I lost my virginity to that movie. It opened my eyes to the gorgeousness that are hot, well-mannered, British men in suits.”

“Mmh, you should watch Kingsmen then,” Peter advised. “Because in that movie, a hot, well-mannered British man in a suit slaughters a whole church full of racist, homophobic fanatics.”

“Ooooo, I heard about that,” Wade nodded. “It’s on my watchlist. You know what else is on my watchlist?”

“My ass?” Peter guessed.

Wade laughed and squeezed him. “You know me too well, Petey pie,” he chuckled.

“You’re easy to read,” Spider-Man claimed.

Wade hummed and softly grabbed Peters’ chin to guide his head back to be able to kiss him. His lips tasted cool and sweet and were so smooth against his own.

Peter kept his head laid back after the kiss and looked up at his boyfriend. His eyes were brown, which meant he was completely himself right now. Sometimes, when the darkness in him took over too much, they turned black and cold. The worst version of him Wade had seen yet had been when even the white of Peter’s eyes had turned dark and his teeth had grown sharp, his fingers ending in pointy claws. When Peter looked like that, even Wade was afraid of him. But usually, whenever the merc was around, Peter was calm and easy. And if not, Wade always managed to soothe him somehow.

The doorbell interrupted their intimacy.

“That’s the pizza!” Wade exclaimed. “I ordered it for me but we can share. I’ll just tell the guy to bring in another one.”

“I hope you put nothing gross on there,” Peter commented and sat up so Wade could go answer the door.

“I never do!” Wade claimed as he got some money and pulled his mask over his head. He gave the pizza boy a big tip to make sure he would come back with another pizza as fast as possible and then went to the kitchen to get Peter and himself something to drink.

“Catch,” he ordered and threw two cans of coke over at the sofa. Peter’s reflexes reacted lightning fast and he snatched the cans right out of the air. He opened them while Wade sat down next to him again and put the pizza box down on the living room table. His mask landed somewhere on the floor.

“Mmmh,” the merc hummed as he opened the box. “Melted cheese is an actual kink.”

He grabbed a piece of pizza and flopped down onto his back, swinging his legs behind Peter to stretch fully over the entire sofa. Spidey took a slice himself and then draped his lean body over Wade’s, half on his side, half on his stomach.  He was still covered in the symbiote’s black substance that built his Spider-Man suit. Only his head was free, the material forming an irregular collar around his neck.

“This is perfect,” Wade announced as he took a huge bite of his pizza and began to caress Peter’s hair with his free hand. “You, Colin Firth and pizza. That makes for one happy Deady Pooly, let me tell you.”

“I’m glad you put it in that order,” Peter replied. “Otherwise I would have gotten very jealous.”

“I would never dare!” Wade exclaimed. “You’re always my numero uno, Baby Boy!”

“Yeah, better,” Peter stated.

Wade smirked and entwined their legs. Peter handed him the crust of his pizza slice when he was done and Wade devoured it in two bites. It was kind of funny that a fierce killer like Peter didn’t eat the crust on his food. But whatever Peter liked or disliked, Wade loved him beyond words. Whatever quirk his boyfriend had, for Wade he was just perfect.

“You gonna have a shower with me when we’re done?” he asked and licked some cheese off his lower lip.

“After I’ve made sure you will get covered in come and sweat so it will be worth it,” Peter agreed. The promise sent a soft shiver through Wade’s entire body.

“That sounds fair,” he said. “We have a deal.”

“Good,” Peter nodded and handed Wade another piece of crust. “Though I’ve got to warn you: I’m not gonna treat you like a well-mannered, British gentleman.”

Wade laughed. “Oh, that’s what I’m hoping for, Sir Tentacles,” he assured. “Whatever you have to offer, I’m up for it, 100%.”

“Mh, I think tonight I’m gonna make you tear the bedsheets,” Peter mused. “I always love the sound of that mixing in with your desperate moans.”

The merc shivered once more and wrapped one arm around his lover to press him closer against his body.

“Damn, you know how to make a girl happy, Petey,” he rumbled, voice husky. “Who needs a British gentleman when they have you.”

“No one,” Peter stated. “But you’re the only one to have me, so they’ll have to make do.”

Wade smiled warmly and pressed a tender kiss onto Peter’s fluffy hair.

“I love you, my un-British little Sex God,” he announced lowly.

“Mmh, I love you too, my un-British hunky Sex Slave,” Peter replied. He turned and pressed a kiss to Wade’s lips, greasy from the pizza. Wade smiled even wider and stroked his boyfriend’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Hey, are you gonna use the tongue on me?” he asked in sudden excitement. “I’ve been a naaaaughty boy today, I deserve the lashing!”

“Careful what you wish for,” Peter warned him. “I might actually grant it to you.”

“Just one full body lick!” Wade begged. “Please, please, please! Pleeeeeaaaase, Baby Boy!”

Peter sighed affectedly and turned back into his prior position. “Ah, very well,” he agreed. “But I demand pancakes in the morning and a glass of fresh orange juice.”

“Deal!” Wade cheered and wrapped both arms and legs around Peter to give him a tight, firm squeeze. “Love you so much, thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Peter chuckled. “And now let me go, Mr. Licky-Kink, I want to eat more pizza.”

I’m going to pretend they got just a minute between the crypt and the hero circle at the charming loft 


“Hey.” She catches him as everyone starts heading away, stopping him for just a second. Her hand is shaking just a little, but she second she looks into his sad eyes her whole body trembles. “Please, don’t be mad at me.” 

Her voice breaks, and his face softens. His hand reaches up to cradle her face so gently, like she’ll break if he uses even a little bit of force. 

(Maybe she will.)

“Darling.” His thumb brushes against the apple of her cheek. “I am not mad at you. I just… I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me what was bothering you.” 

A few people have looked back at them, but he’s all she can see. “I’m sorry. I know I should have–” 

“Emma, are you coming?” 

Her mother cuts her off, and she knows that she has to tell them all what Aladdin just gave her, that he’s alive, everything. 

No more secrets. 

She reaches up and takes his hand, pleading with her eyes that he understand. The corners of his mouth twist up just slightly and he squeezes her palm. 

And for a moment, she stops shaking. She holds onto his hand as tightly as she can and hopes, hopes with everything inside her that her family can pull off another miracle. 

(For him.) 

Concerning the wonderful existence of Jemma Redgrave…

@ames-78 and I were thinking (it’s something of a hobby, really, at least in my case) about how grateful we are, even if she has indeed buggered off to Kiev AKA gone on a road trip around the US. As you might know, Jemma is not one to keep quiet about the matters currently assailing our darling society. She is an active spokesperson for numerous causes and so we were thinking of practising a little kindness, sharing a little appreciation.

The idea would be this: we would all choose a charity (UNHCR, maybe?) and each one of us would donate whatever we want/can. We would add the donated amount, create a list of names and then design a little ‘thank you for your brilliance’ note with all this information. It would be fantastic if we could make it happen this following week as someone could deliver it in hand, but I understand time is needed and all that jazz.

Thoughts? Opinions? Suggestions?

anonymous asked:


HOW CAN I CHOOSE HAHA aka did u say three bc that’s not what I heard

cornelthecursed  asked:

"Cristina, darling." he hummed entering the ball room, which was transformed into her class. "I uh..I got to leave for a meeting soon." he murmured walking over to her to press a kiss to her crown all suited up before looking at the kids. "Don't be too hard on her, alright?" he winked before ruffling their children's hair. "See you around darlings."


Cristina smiled as she heard her husband enter the room, their son on her lap as she played piano for the other children who were there to learn. “Alright, my love. I will see you soon,” she told him, leaning into his lips a little.

“Bye, Papa!” Jenny called with a smile, looking at her parents happily. Tony meanwhile clapped his hands and babbled.

spookytils  asked:

yo so fuck tonight's episode amirite? lmao. can you maybe do a carlxreader where the reader is glenn's little sister and carl has to help her after she witnesses her brothers murder? pleaseee? your writing is gorgeous, darling! thanks! 💛

yes I can. it may take a little longer to be released because I can’t rewatch that scene just yet. but i’ll do it <3

             aggressive, threatening whispers in her ear. he had pulled her close, on the pretence of an embrace. momentarily widened eyes indicated the words the couple exchanged weren’t at all sweet nothings. greta seethed at the name her husband spat in her ear. “ darling, he doesn’t mean any — ” before she could repeat the sentence for the third time, he had her by the wrist. she was toed outside, wielding a chagrined, forced smile for other ball goers. 

peggy carter is the best marvel hero. full stop. no powers? no problem she’ll just pick up whatever the fuck she can find and beat the living shit out of the bad guys while jazz music plays in the background and her red lipstick and curls remain pristine