Can you write prompt #3 for Darcy x Clark Kent or Darcy x Deadpool ( it's up to you ) ^^ Thank you so much !!!
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.
Darcy’s stare changed to a glare. “What date is it, Wade?”
“Good question!” He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen. “February fourteenth!”
“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.
“I shall be suitably penitent, mistress.” Wade’s mouth curled up into a sly grin and he slid to his knees in front of Darcy. “Please… punish me.”
