#except jean

[toodles-me-doodles]

Peter: This is worse than that time you guys dared me to lick a swing set.

Jean: We didn’t dare you to lick a swing set. I said, “Peter, don’t lick the swing set,” you said, “Don’t tell me what to do,” punched Scott, and then licked the swing set.

[amusewithaview]

“You’re too good for this world.” Darcy/Deadpool?

Darcy only caught the softly-voiced comment because she had been drawing a much-needed breath to continue her scolding tirade.  Thrown, she paused and stared at Wade.  He was sitting on the couch, hands fisted on his knees, mask pulled down so it hung loosely around his neck like a cowl, and staring at her with big, soft eyes.  “That’s not fair,” she said.

“What’s not fair?”

“You’re not allowed to be all sweet and sincere when I’m mad at you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m mad at you!  I can’t believe you went galavanting off with the X-Men again, and got sucked into their weird time-travel bullshit again, and I swear to god, if you accidentally got married to some alternate Summers, so help me I will murder you!”

This time he grinned.  It stretched the scars covering his mouth and lips, forcing his smile to go in odd, slightly twisty directions.  What was creepy to others was endearing to Darcy, and that only made her angrier.

“Wade, you are not listening -”

“I love you.”

Darcy dropped her hands and glared at him.  “Fuck you,” she hissed.  “You are not weaseling out of this one, I was actually scared for you, and you just -”

He jumped off the couch, vaulting over their coffee table, and wrapped her in his arms.  “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be cute (sometimes it just happens).  I just missed you, is all.”  He pressed a loud, smacking kiss to the hair at her crown.

She thumped her forehead against his chest, none-too-gently.  “Even the yelling?” she asked, reluctantly amused.

“Especially the yelling.  In fact, if we just head on over to a reasonably flat surface, I’m sure we could revisit some of my favorite yells!”

“No, Wade -”

“Okay, an unreasonably flat surface will do -”

“Wade, I didn’t know you were going to be back tonight.  I have plans with the girls, you know - thirsty Thursday?”

His eyes lit up with unholy glee.  “Tequila!”

“You’re not a girl.”

Wade lifted her chin so her eyes met his and gave her his best smolder.  “For you, baby, I could be.”

“Aaaaand now you’ve quoted Shrek.  Any mood has now been murdered.”

He sighed.  “Ffffffffine.  Go get drunk with your friends.  Promise to save all your horny kisses for me, though.”

Darcy grinned wickedly, “Jane finally convinced Sif to come down and join us, so per the exceptions list -”

“You’d choose hot Asgardian goddess action over your very own boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

Wade nodded, shoulders slumping.  “Me too,” he sighed gustily.

“Thick thighs save lives,” Darcy said.

They fistbumped.

“And with that, there’s leftover lo mein in the fridge.  I’ll be back by half past whenever, don’t get into too much trouble.”

“No promises.”

“And if any of those X-Miscreants show up -”

“Just say no!”

Darcy leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.  “And Wade?  I love you too.  I’m glad you’re back.  Tomorrow, lets revisit the flat surfaces discussion.”

“I dunno,” Wade said.  “Tomorrow it might not be on the table anymore.”

“That’s fine,” she said, shrugging.  She headed for the door, throwing a grin over her shoulder and adding, “There’s always the wall.”

He shook his head.  “Really do love that woman.”  He looked up at the ceiling, “I notice that there was a distinct lack of nooky in this story.”

Silence was his only answer.

“Real mature, author person.  Real mature.”

[africabytotodile]

[yaoiprincess]

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[halfghool]

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[kartoffelmadchen]

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