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7.  Darcy/Wade, 11, for @atheandra

Characters do something unusual.

“Well, this is a little bit unconventional, but I can probably roll with it,” Darcy said, a little uncertainly, as Wade helped her out of the car. “Is the rink even still open, though? It’s after midnight. And I have to tell you, I haven’t been ice skating in about fifteen years so I’m probably gonna look a lot like a baby giraffe flailing around.”

“Baby giraffes are adorable!” Wade said cheerfully. “But don’t worry, we’re not going to skate. Well. You could if you really wanted to, I suppose?”

“Riiight,” Darcy said even more uncertainly as he led her towards a side door into the ice rink. “So, what are we doing here, then?”

“Breaking in,” Wade answered, pulling a tool from a pouch and bending over to fiddle with the padlock on the door.

“Errrr… yeah, haven’t broken in anywhere in about that long, either…” Wade was a lot quicker at lock-picking than her high-school boyfriend had been, though, she had to admit, as the lock popped open. Honestly, if she hadn’t seen the tool she’d have thought he’d used a key. “And, uh, why are we breaking in?” She was probably a bit old to pull the naive girl just following her boyfriend act, if the police picked them up.

“Because Zamboni rides are, like, the funnest thing ever,” Wade said sincerely, “and I really, really want you to have that experience for yourself.”

Whatever she’d expected him to say, that hadn’t been it. Darcy found herself laughing as he guided her to a maintenance area at the back of the rink, and two shiny clean Zambonis parked side by side.

Wade actually jumped up and down with glee. “They’ve got two! They got a new one since last time I was here!”

“You do this often?” Darcy had to ask.

“This is only my second time. The first time got a bit messy because I had to run over a guy.”

She opened her mouth and then shut it again. She probably didn’t want to know. It was beginning to dawn on her that plausible deniability was highly likely to be impossible with Wade. He seemed to be something of an over-sharer.

@holieshka  won one of the Third Prizes in my 1111 Followers giveaway, and asked for the following!

“You can stay but your clothes must go.” Darcy/Deadpool

Darcy had seen all sorts of crazy things since taking up with Jane and getting involved in the crazy world of myths, legends and superheroes. So Deadpool climbing in through her bedroom window was something that she took quite in her stride, all things considered.

“Hi,” she said.

“Oh, hello!” Deadpool looked down at her, sprawled on her beanbag with a glass of wine in one hand and a bowl of popcorn tucked in the crook of her other arm. Looked at the TV, where Rachel and Finn were currently singing Don’t Stop Believin’ very loudly at each other. “Oooh! Glee! I love Glee!” He plopped down to sit beside Darcy, reached over and grabbed a handful of her popcorn.

“Do you mind if I peel this up?” he gestured at his mask.

Darcy shrugged, took another sip of her wine. She’d seen Wade without his mask before. “Go for it.”

“Cool, thanks!”

“Do I want to ask why you’re climbing in my window in the middle of the night with a very furtive, I’m-in-trouble-and-need-a-place-to-hide air?”

Whoops I actually forgot

I don’t write DC characters at all, so it’s Darcy/Deadpool all the way! And having seen the movie yesterday he’s very, very fresh in my mind :P

Darcy was grinding her teeth.

It wasn’t like they’d actually arranged anything. But every night, Wade came home by seven, no matter what was happening in either of their crazy lives, and they had dinner together. She’d mentioned to him yesterday that she’d bought some of his favourites for dinner tonight and he’d grinned like a loon.

And now it was twenty past seven, he wasn’t answering his phone, and she was sitting alone staring at dinner and debating just shovelling it all into a bag and taking it round to Clint’s to feed to Lucky.

“Hey, babe!” The door swung open and Wade bounced in, peeling off his mask and gloves and grinning down at her. “Oh, wow, that smells amazing,” he plopped down into his chair, grabbed a fork and shovelled a couple of bites into his mouth. “Umm umm,” he said, mouth full.

Darcy stared at him. He smiled at her around the mouthful, noticed the bottle of champagne and the two glasses on the table, and swallowed.

“Special occasion?”

Darcy’s stare changed to a glare. “What date is it, Wade?”

“Good question!” He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen. “February fourteenth!”

The glare intensified.

“Waaaaiiit a minute…”

“Valentine’s Day, Wade. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Be right back!” He didn’t even bother with his mask and gloves. Just opened the window and jumped straight out.

He jumped back in again about five minute later, a very large bunch of flowers clutched in one hand. Darcy couldn’t help but smile as he thrust them at her, a slightly panicky expression on his face.

“Don’t think for one moment this lets you off the hook for forgetting,” she warned.

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