#The Wade hurricanes

[fazcinatingblog]

Matthew "the big show" Wade

[a-roguish-gambit]

Qestion when deadpool was hopping around the multiverse did he pop bye yours?

If so what happened he find him an morph snuggling?

No….it was… much worse

This is the only deadpool ask im taking. Because i really really needed to draw morph throwing a lamp at Deadpool’s head.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Jack Ohman, Tribune Content Agency

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

October 7, 2024 (Monday)

People in Florida are evacuating before Hurricane Milton is expected to hit the state’s Gulf Coast on Wednesday evening, bringing tornadoes, high winds, a dramatic storm surge, and upwards of 15 inches of rain. Milton grew from a tropical storm to a Category 5 hurricane in a little over a day, fed by water in the Gulf of Mexico that climate change has pushed in some places to 4 degrees Fahrenheit (2.2 degrees Celsius) higher than normal. Veteran Florida meteorologist and hurricane specialist John Morales choked up as he called it “horrific.”

President Joe Biden has approved an emergency declaration for Florida, enabling the federal government to move supplies in ahead of the storm’s arrival, but the state’s Republican governor, Ron DeSantis, has refused to take a call from Vice President Kamala Harris about planning for the storm. When asked about DeSantis’s refusal at today’s White House press briefing, Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre noted that the president and vice president have reached out to give support to the people of Florida.

As for DeSantis, “It’s up to him if he wants to respond to us or not. But what we're doing is we’re working with state and local officials to make sure that we are pre-positioned to make sure that we are ready to be there for the communities that are going to be impacted. We are doing the job… to protect the communities and to make sure that they have everything that is needed." When asked about DeSantis’s snub, Harris answered: “It’s just utterly irresponsible, and it is selfish, and it is about political gamesmanship instead of doing the job that you took an oath to do, which is to put the people first.”

Before this year, Florida had goals of moving toward clean energy, but in May 2024, DeSantis signed a law to restructure the state’s energy policy so that addressing climate change would no longer be a priority. The law deleted any mention of climate change in state laws. Saying that “Florida rejects the designs of the left to weaken our energy grid, pursue a radical climate agenda, and promote foreign adversaries,” the governor posted a graphic on X that said the law would “INSULATE FLORIDA FROM GREEN ZEALOTS….”

Like DeSantis, Trump and Project 2025, a playbook for the next Republican administration, authored by allies of the right-wing Heritage Foundation and closely associated with Trump and Republican vice presidential candidate Ohio senator J.D. Vance, take the position that concerns about climate change are overblown. Project 2025 says the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration, whose duties include issuing hurricane warnings, is “one of the main drivers of the climate change alarm industry and, as such, is harmful to future U.S. prosperity.” It calls for either eliminating its functions, sending them to other agencies, privatizing them, or putting them under the control of states and territories.

The U.S. Supreme Court came back in session today in Washington, D.C. It has decided not to hear arguments about whether the federal Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act (EMTLA) overrules Texas’s state abortion ban. EMTLA requires that hospitals provide emergency abortion care to save a woman’s life or stop organ failure or loss of fertility. Texas’s ban remains in place.

As legal analyst Joyce White Vance commented: “At least no one can pretend we don’t understand the consequences for women, & others, of putting appointments to the Court back in [Republican] control.”

The Georgia Supreme Court today reinstated the state’s six-week abortion ban after Fulton County Superior Court Judge Robert McBurney, appointed in 2012 by Republican governor Nathan Deal, decided last week that the law violates Georgia’s Constitution. In his decision, McBurney wrote that “liberty in Georgia includes in its meaning, in its protections, and in its bundle of rights the power of a woman to control her own body, to decide what happens to it and in it, and to reject state interference with her healthcare choices.”

McBurney’s decision came shortly after a state investigation revealed that at least two women in Georgia died after the Supreme Court’s Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization decision struck down the abortion protections the court put in place in 1973 with Roe v. Wade. In anticipation of an end to Roe, Georgia governor Brian Kemp in 2019 signed a six-week abortion ban prohibiting the procedure before most women know they’re pregnant. The Dobbs decision allowed that law to go into effect.

The Georgia Supreme Court stayed McBurney’s decision during the state’s appeal of it. Chris Geidner of Law Dork noted that the court did leave in place McBurney’s block on the law’s provision that district attorneys can have access to “health records” where an abortion is performed or where someone who received an abortion lives.

In her attempt to reach new audiences, Vice President Harris sat down for an interview with Alex Cooper of the Call Her Daddy podcast to talk about women’s issues. Call Her Daddy is the second most popular podcast in the country, reaching as many as 2 million downloads per episode. According to NPR’s Elena Moore, Call Her Daddy’s audience is 70% women, 93% under 45.

Cooper began the interview by acknowledging that she does not usually talk about politics, but “at the end of the day, I couldn’t see a world in which one of the main conversations in this election is women and I’m not a part of it…. I am so aware I have a very mixed audience when it comes to politics, so please hear me when I say [that] my goal today is not to change your political affiliation. What I’m hoping is that you’re able to listen to a conversation that isn’t too different from the ones that we’re having here every week.” Cooper said she had also reached out to Trump, adding: “If he also wants to have a meaningful, in-depth conversation about women’s rights in this country, then he is welcome on Call Her Daddy any time.”

On the podcast, Cooper and Harris talked about the prevalence of sexual assault before addressing abortion. When Cooper quoted Trump’s promise to protect women, Harris noted that he was the one who appointed the three extremists to the Supreme Court that overturned Roe v. Wade and that 20 states now have abortion bans, some with no exceptions for rape or incest. Harris pointed out that the majority of women who receive abortion care are mothers and that every state in the South except for Virginia has an abortion ban. For a woman in those states—and one out of every three American women lives in one—the journey is expensive, hard, and traumatic.

“You don’t have to abandon your faith or deeply held beliefs to agree the government shouldn’t be telling her what to do,” Harris said. “And that’s what’s so outrageous about it, is a bunch of these guys up in these state capitals are writing these decisions because they somehow have decided that they’re in a better position to tell you what’s in your best interest than you are to know what’s in your own best interest. It’s outrageous.” Harris pointed out that she is the first vice president or president to go to a reproductive health care clinic, and she noted that those clinics perform Pap smears, breast cancer screening, and HIV testing and that they are having to close because of the abortion bans. She noted, though, that since Dobbs, people across the country have chosen to protect abortion rights.

The article in the right-wing National Review about the interview was titled: “Kamala Goes on Sex Podcast to Lie about Georgia Abortion Law.”

On Call Her Daddy, Harris also brought her economic plans for an “opportunity economy” to a younger audience. When Cooper asked her how she was going to help young people “not feel left behind,” Harris agreed it is “a very real issue and we need to take it seriously.” She promised to address housing costs by increasing the housing supply, working with home builders in the private sector to build three million new housing units by the end of her first term; help with $25,000 downpayment assistance for first-time homebuyers; and enact tax cuts for 100 million middle-class working people, including a $6,000 tax credit for new parents to help them afford the costs of a child’s first year.

The Committee for a Responsible Budget noted today that a moderate reading of Harris’s economic plans suggest they would increase the U.S. debt by about $3.5 trillion through 2035. A similar examination of Trump’s plans says they would increase the debt by $7.5 trillion.

Meanwhile, today, Trump openly embraced the race science favored by Nazis. In a scattered call to right-wing host Hugh Hewitt’s show, Trump called Harris a communist and lied—again—that she has let 13,000 murderers into the country. And then he claimed that murder is in a person’s genes, and “we got a lot of bad genes in our country right now.” He has also noted that “it would be very dangerous” for anyone to admit they were voting for Kamala Harris at one of his rallies because they would “get hurt.”

Hurricane Milton spurred meteorologist John Morales to step forward to take a stand, sharing his thoughts after Hurricane Helene hit. “Something’s shifted,” he wrote. “And it’s not just the climate.” He noted that with Helene on the way, “I did what I’ve done during my entire 40 year career—I tried to warn people. Except that the warning was not well received by everyone. A person accused me of being a ‘climate militant,’ a suggestion that I’m embellishing extreme weather threats to drive an agenda. Another simply said that my predictions were ‘an exaggeration.’

“But it wasn’t an exaggeration,” he wrote.

“For decades I had felt in control. Not in control of the weather, of course. But in control of the message that, if my audience was prepared and well informed, I could confidently guide them through any weather threat, and we’d all make it through safely…. But no one can hide from the truth. Extreme weather events, including hurricanes, are becoming more extreme. I must communicate the growing threats from the climate crisis come hell or high water—pun intended.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[angel-mira]

ok look cmon was i really supposed to read "You look lonely, I can fix that" without having ANY thoughts?? screenshot from bladerunner 2049

[spencer-sweets]

fic recs for hurricane milton?

so, i am in the direct pathway for hurricane milton. dont worry, i am in central florida so i don't have to worry about storm surge! we have sandbags in case of flooding and i cant leave even if i wanted to.

on to the point of this post: fic recs.

can you guys send me titles for poolverine recs? longer ones i can download to my phone for when i lose power? i'll take anything really, i'd really appreciate it.

if yall have some good long spideypool fics id appreciate them too.

im also down for anything spideypoolverine or spiderclaws though i know those are much much rarer lol.

<3

[readandwriteclub]

[sweetfirebird]

Feels like I've been ranting about American employers expecting low wage workers to still go into work during horrific and catastrophic events for a while now and workers just keep dying and I hate it here.

[makoredeyes]

6. OBEY YOUR GOTDAMNED EVACUATION ORDERS. It’s not just about you. While emergency responders are fighting to get your stubborn ass out of your house to somewhere safe, someone somewhere else is in imminent peril and now waiting their turn for help and maybe perishing in the process. You are not a hero. You are not going to be remembered as brave and courageous later regardless of if you turn out to be fine (lucky you!), or not. None of your stuff is worth your life and you CANNOT save it from what’s coming. You need to go.

If you’re asked to leave and go somewhere safer, grab your emergency shit (be ready to grab your emergency go bag) and FUCKING GO. Please. For yourself, your friends, your family, and for the people who are worse off and left on the line while stubborn stragglers inadvertently take up precious Human Resources.

Be safe.

My friends who have never experienced flooding, and who are about to deal with it from this storm, please remember:

1. NO. YOU CANNOT MAKE IT THROUGH THAT WATER ON THE ROAD. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DRIVING. TURN. AROUND.

2. DO NOT GO WADING THROUGH THE WATER. EVEN IF YOU JUST WANT TO SEE HOW DEEP IT IS. THAT. WATER. IS. CONTAMINATED.

3. IT IS CALLED FLASH FLOODING FOR A REASON. THE WATER RISES AND SURGES IN A FLASH. STAY. HOME.

4. If you're at risk of flooding, raise up any of your belongings now. Put the legs of tall things in buckets. Know where your important documents are.

5. Stay safe.

[ofthedarkwoods]

How many more quote "historical events" am I going to live thur until things start to settle down and prosper.

[ysabelmystic]

Y’all in the American SW and west Mexico better check the national hurricane center and your weather for this weekend and next week.

Hurricane Hilary is about to make landfall and that whole desert area is supposed to get a years worth of rain or more. Death Valley is supposed to get twice the annual rainfall. Severe winds, massive flooding, and landslides are all strong possibilities.

This is gonna get ugly. Please spread the word. This is a majorly anomalous event and people may be unaware of the threat headed their way.

EDIT AUGUST 19th

Hilary will hit the Baja peninsula this evening at a category 2. It will arrive in southern California as a tropical storm on Sunday evening before weakening and moving into Nevada as a tropical depression.

THAT SAID: for the Americans here, even if the storm is “weak”, I want to emphasize that the main danger is rain. We are most concerned about flooding. If you are in an area at risk for flooding, take appropriate precautions as per your city or state officials’ or the noaa’s directions. Even if you end up only being mildly inconvenienced, it is better to be prepared. Go to a friend or relatives house if you live near a body of water or a very low-lying area. Make sure you have water bottles and nonperishable foods. Keep your pets indoors. Don’t wade or drive into puddles.

Anyways, here’s some maps from the NHC

And here’s a link with information in Spanish.

AUGUST 20 FINAL UPDATE

Updated info from the NHC website.

Newsom also issued a state of emergency for parts of Southern California. Widespread flooding is expected.

Good luck y’all

[etiolatedmutant]

i genuinely believe that whenever wade starts doing very mundane, very normal things for logan the poor thing loses his fucking mind

like wade dropping a sandwich in front of him on the kitchen table because he was hungry, so he stopped for food on the way home and figured logan might want something too but logan just. Stares. first at the sandwich then at wade. for like a long time.

and then he goes “i didn’t ask you to do that” and wade just. looks at him and goes “i…know…you didn’t have to?”

but logan’s fucking bluescreening still and refuses to even open it so wade just kinda. pushes it toward him with his fingers and walks into the living room so logan can Process, which he doesn’t, he just stares at it bc he can’t fathom Why wade would do that for him (nevermind that he cooks most of their meals, tidies bc wade is a hurricane, and also does the bulk of the grocery shopping but a $6 sandwich??? too far)

so eventually wade has to be like “oh my god you can get the next one, the bread is getting soggy, eat the sandwich you absolute fucking freak or i will”

and logan fucking Eats It but not bc wade told him to

[fazcinatingblog]

R.i.p. Matt Short Strikers

[grapejuicestyless]

The Things We Miss

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: There were only two rules between the Pogues. No Pogue on Pogue macking, and never mention the one we lost.

The chateau was littered with dry rot, and probably violated as many safety codes there were, hell, it probably created new guidelines just by standing, but it was home. It wasn’t legally anyones, no more did it belong to John B as it did to the rest of the Pogues. He could call it his childhood home, but so could JJ, right? If you spend all your time on the lap of another’s father, he becomes your dad too, right? He becomes more than the man who you wave to when you see to be polite. He teaches you how to fish, how to write, not to read cursive, he couldn’t even do that, but how to cook.

But maybe that was all just a perk, something to sweeten everything. Because truthfully it wasn’t the family, or his lack of family, or the house, or the food—though it was good, or the beer that kept JJ coming as often as he did.

It was her.

Y/n Routledge, a Pogue by heart, and a smile like gold.

Y/n was younger than John B, not by much. They didn’t even have a year separating them. They were irish twins, in the sense that their parents decided it would be best to try for kids as soon as possible after John B was born. Maybe it was the mother’s idea, maybe she knew she’d be leaving and she had to do everything she wanted as quickly as she could to escape faster. But John B figures it was just baby fever. So Y/n was ten months younger than John B, but never dumber, or slower, or calmer.

She was the center of everything. All things good, JJ believed happened because of her. Like she had a good luck charm that radiated onto the others. Though, she wouldn’t need it if she had, because JJ believed he was lucky enough to have her just breathing beside him anyway.

Maybe that’s why her passing was so hard for him, harder than it was for any of the other Pogues, even her own blood.

None of them would ever forget the night they lost her, John B had been suffering with the loss of his father, but Y/n seemed to power through like it was nothing. She hid the CPS documents from John B to keep him calm, payed the bills for him, and kept him fed and happy. She never cried. Never.

So imagine the surprise when they discovered the ghost of tears staining her face when the sun rose and they could finally see her, paled and cold.

They would never see her kind eyes again, or the smile that lit up every room. Her laugh wouldn’t echo through the chateau, and she wouldn’t rock the boat trying to wrestle Kiara for the last applesauce anymore. She was gone.

The hurricane was harsh. John B and Y/n had excitedly claimed it as a way to delay their CPS appointment, confident they would live another day on the island.

She didn’t want to surf the surge that night, she was scared. She begged her brother not to go, but when she saw the determination on his face, she grabbed her board and went with him. Because if anything were to happen, she’d pull him from the sea and drag him to shore if she had to.

The waves were restless, crashing onto the shore and knocking back anything littered behind. Y/n’s gut said don’t do it, but her best interest for her brother, and her JJ forced her feet into the waves.

It was fun at first, catching waves she never had before, laughing with JJ and John B, but soon it became too much, and when she wiped out, she went silently, her head coming down on a rock hard, and her board drifting away as she sunk into the soft sand below, the dark waters thrashing at her body, hiding the crimson that swirled around her.

She was scared, she was scared when the day started, and she was scared when she went. When the boys decided to call it quits, also unable to keep their balance, they called for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Y/n/n?” JJ had called out, wading back into the water quickly, only knowing the vague position where you had last been. “Y/n, come on, it’s not funny, seriously!” But the jokes had always been JJ’s thing, so only part of him held out hope she was only joking.

“I see her!” John B had called out, catching a glimpse of her hand underneath a softer wave, but maybe he wouldn’t have tried so hard, wasted so much energy, and carried her to shore if he knew just how late he was.

“Come on bird, come on.” He called her the nickname his father gave him, seeing lines of her paled face through the teary vision covering his eyes.

They preformed CPR, and JJ’s mouth met hers in a desperate attempt to wake her, he nearly broke her rib trying to restart her heart. He could feel the burning in his eyes, but he refused to cry over someone he believed he could save. When he dreamed of their first kiss, he never thought it would happen this way.

Y/n sputtered to life with a cough, rolling over to breathe, and the boys felt relief for the first time. They thought they knew the feeling, but now they truly did.

Y/n had a lot of fight in her, maybe that’s why she came back. But the darkness made it hard to see the blood staining her hair red, or how it dripped down the side of her neck as rain poured down on them. She laughed at something JJ had said, and she told him that she loved him as they limped along the path, and this time she seemed different about the way she was saying it. They didn’t know it just then that they hadn’t saved her, because she walked with her brother’s arm around her, but she fell into JJ’s when she collapsed.

“Y/n/n?” He asked, in a panic. He stumbled, but held her up, trying to brush the hair out of her face so he could see her. His palms came up red, wet with more than the salt water that consumed her. He swore as he sat on his knees, holding her head between his legs while John B kneeled above her.

“Come on, hold out a little longer okay?” He tapped his sister’s cheek, his fingers lined with the red that poured from her head. He silently prayed she was okay, that she was just weak from nearly drowning.

They whispered sweet nothings to her, because even with her eyes closed and her breathing shallow, they could feel it in the way she was tense that she was scared, scared even as she slipped away, as the life she cared for so much was ripped from her cruelly.

They cradled her close and lifted her head to press soft kisses to her cold skin. The boys hands were sticky with copious amounts of blood that didn’t belong to them. But still, they cradled her like their warmth was enough to undo what was done.

They laid her in bed when they got home. John B tucked her in like he had the first week their mother left, and like she had the first week after their father’s death. In the morning, her white pillow was stained red, and her body was unmoving, not even the faint rising of her chest from her breath could be seen. She was gone, and her red skin and streaky face told them that at some point as they laid her to rest, she had accepted it, she had cried and she had gone because it would be less painful than trying to stay.

JJ found her first in the morning. He screamed, and he punched a hole in the wall before crying on her lap. He positioned her arms to hold him one last time as he wept, John B rushing in only to break a lamp in grief, the weight of her death on his shoulders.

She was gone, and he blamed himself for dragging her out to a place she never wanted to go.

John B was left with the absence of his other half, and JJ was left with the regret of not holding onto her a little tighter before she passed. A sister, and the love of another’s life ripped from their hands under their noses. It made them equally sick.

“No, hell no!” JJ yelled, storming out of the sunroom in the chateau. The wood creaked under his heavy boots, which were caked in dust and stained from rain. There was a droplet of blood near one of the toes that he often focused on, a stain from a memory he wishes he didn’t have.

“JJ she can help us!” Pope called out for him, but his voice fell flat against the revving of his dirt bike.

“I don’t give a damn if she held up the sky with her pinky!” JJ yelled, tossing his bike in the dirt carelessly.

It wasn’t that JJ had a problem with the blond kook, like he had some personal vendetta against the Cameron girl, no, it was the way his best friend was looking at her.

He held a love in his eyes he hadn’t seen since the incident. A few weeks ago, it would have made him happy, he would have clapped a palm over his spine and laughed at how he hoped he would be next, but he would only half mean it because JJ was certain he had already found something to compare John B’s love sick stare to.

But now that was gone, and John B was looking at another girl like the most important person in their lives wasn’t gone. Like the red that still stained the sheets in a faint pink color wasn’t haunting the guest room that was once hers. The same room that John B had torn apart and made unrecognizable just hours after they took her away.

JJ kept her things though, selfishly, in a box under the bed. Her pictures and her stuffed animals, the bear that JJ had spent his first paycheck winning for her.

He slept in that room religiously now, clinging to the mattress like if he laid in it long enough, his body would find the indentation where her body used to curl up, like if he held onto her sheets for long enough, he could still smell her, and if he played her favorite CD’s, ones he used to tease her for liking because it was all girlish pop music mixed in with some dad rock and acid, he would hear her fading laughter one last time.

John B didn’t give a damn, he couldn’t care less, and that’s what made him mad. That someone he would have traded places for in an instant was gone and her own brother didn’t seem to care.

“JJ, calm down!” Kiara shouted aimlessly, scooting back when the screen door slammed open again and JJ’s boots slapped against the wood loudly.

“Do you not care?” He asked, venom on his tongue, and John B simply shot him a glare.

“Of course I care! I want this gold more than anything. Sarah can help us, I can’t help that love just…walked through the door!” John B spoke like there was nothing else that could possibly be getting under JJ’s skin.

He threw the ashtray that sat on one of the dusty tables outside, watching it shatter like his heart had. The pain was still fresh, and the loss even fresher. He still had her blood underneath his finger nails, and maybe thats what made him feel so sick.

“Who cares about the fucking gold!” JJ shouted, exasperated. “What about Y/n?”

His words earned gasps and loud silence from the group, his best friend’s mouth hung open in quiet understanding and also a deep grief that had a lingering anger.

“JJ, we said we wouldn’t talk about it.” Kiara warned quietly, eyes flickering between the boys.

“Y/n is dead, John B. Shes gone and shes never coming back, don’t you understand that?” JJ’s hands fisted at the collar of John B’s shirt, only letting go when Popes hands rested on his shoulders, yanking him back so hard they both stumbled backwards.

“Of course I understand that! She’s my sister, I loved her!” John B argued back, shoving JJ hard, but not getting much leverage as Pope had already pulled them apart.

“But you have no problem replacing her!”

The world seemed to fall quiet, even Sarah had nothing to say, though everyone around could tell she was trying to sympathize for a death of a girl she barely knew, someone she could only grieve through the stories she would eventually hear.

“None of you do!” JJ’s shouting died down into a pathetic cry, his lip wobbling and his eyes red. They all watched his nose scrunching to help with the stinging he felt travel down his face into the back of his throat. It only made it feel more real because if she had been there, she would have known how to make him feel better. But none of them did, and that was the hard truth.

“It’s like you don’t even care about her! You can’t even fucking say her name, it’s like…like it’s some poison for you guys. Y/n Routledge.” JJ sputtered on in an endless word vomit. “That’s her name and don’t ever forget it.”

JJ turned on his heels, pushing past Pope and brushing his shoulder hard. His boots kicked up the dirt behind them, but just like he always did, he had more to say.

“She was gonna be something great.” He declared, spinning on his feet, holding his hat she bought him in middle school between his clenched hands. “She said she wanted to make a difference, and I believed her. She was gonna be the one to make it out of here. She was gonna be something to someone!” He wanted to throw his hat down, but the thought of tarnishing something that she had once held made him sick.

“But that doesn’t matter, right? She’s dead. She’s dead because she was too busy saving all of our asses that she didn’t have time to save her own.”

He looked at his hands, the sight of the dried blood making him sick all over again. He sped off before anyone could say anything else, before they could see the way he turned green with grief and fought the urge to choke his vomit down just to see if it might work and he might see her again.

Instead, he sat on the beach. Between the grains of sand, there were some red blotches left on the ground. He kicked them around with his boot, not wanting to stare at the crime scene any longer. It was enough that a droplet was forever stained on his boots, and that it was tattooed into his skin.

When the tide was low, you could see the top of the rock that took her. It felt eerie because he had memories of her standing on that rock as a child. Pretending to be the little mermaid as the waves hit the shore, and promising her that one day he would get rich and buy her a real mermaid tail.

This was her favorite beach. The waves, the soft sand and the shady spots by the trees that hung over the edges of the land. Overtime, it grew to be JJ’s favorite beach too.

He knew he shouldn’t talk about her so soon from the accident. That John B was already torn up about the fact that he couldn’t afford a proper funeral, that Kiara’s parents had to buy her ashes so they could spread her in the sea, in the same waves that took her.

But not talking about it felt like failing her to JJ. To him, she was everything good in the world. A pure sweetness he wished he could have greedily taken more of. Because the truth is, JJ found love a hard thing to accept. He knew he loved his friends, even if he could never express it verbally, but he always knew he loved her. Part of him was glad that he had told her once that he did, love her.

Maybe she always knew, but he was glad he got it off his chest before she went, because at least that didn’t haunt him.

JJ swore he could feel her arms cradling him as the sun set, and he swore her laughter carried out through the winds that swept over the waves. She was as warm as the sun and as luminescent as the moon to JJ, and funny enough, as wild as the ocean.

In some ways, it made him feel a little more at peace that even if he physically couldn’t have her, they would always be a part of the same stars. He was just a little bit further away from reaching them as she was.

[amirasainz]

Ok, hear me out. Carlos, who looks after drunk reader. She is like hyperactive and he is trying to look after her.

Thank you💜💜💜

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Hyperactive night's

The club was alive with music, lights, and the sound of clinking glasses, but Carlos Sainz was on high alert. His girlfriend, Yn, was very, very drunk. He glanced over at her, perched on a barstool, swirling the remains of her cocktail and giggling at nothing in particular. They were out clubbing with friends, most of whom were still dancing and having a great time. Carlos, however, had taken on the role of the responsible one tonight, his only drink being a steady supply of sparkling water.

Yn wasn’t just tipsy—she was gone. Her hyperactivity had kicked in about half an hour ago, and Carlos had been chasing her around the dance floor ever since. She had now turned her attention to him, her eyes wide and full of excitement, like a kid in a candy store.

“Carlitoooos!” she screeched over the music, her hands flapping in front of her as if she’d just discovered that she could, in fact, move them.

Carlos, used to this by now, leaned in with a half-smile. “Yes, amor?”

“I wanna—I wanna dance more!” she announced, wobbling off the barstool and stumbling straight into Carlos’ chest. “Let’s dance, papi! Wooo!” She flailed her arms in an uncoordinated attempt at a twirl.

Carlos caught her before she could faceplant. “I think you’ve danced enough for tonight, no? How about we head home, and I’ll make you some water?” He spoke gently, knowing that trying to argue with Drunk Y/N was like trying to reason with a hurricane.

“Water?!” She looked at him as if he’d suggested she drink paint. “Nooo, I want another margarita! Pleeease, Carlitos. Pleeease. I need it! We’re celebrating!”

Carlos chuckled and shook his head, trying to steer her toward the exit. “You’re definitely not having another margarita, amor. Let’s go.”

But Yn was slippery, like a drunk eel, and before he could grab her, she darted back into the crowd. “Catch me if you caaaan!” she giggled, weaving through people like she was running a race. Carlos sighed. Why did she have so much energy when she was drunk?

He waded through the sea of people, dodging sweaty dancers and a guy who had clearly been trying to flirt with anything that moved. Finally, he found her standing near the DJ booth, trying to bribe the DJ with the half-eaten nachos she’d somehow acquired.

“Please play ‘Despacito,’ I’ll give you this!” she said, holding up a sad-looking nacho with one soggy corner. The DJ looked both confused and mildly entertained.

Carlos swooped in just in time, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Sorry, man. She’s had too much.” He flashed the DJ an apologetic smile.

Yn was having none of it. “Nooo, Carlos! I was this close to getting ‘Despacito!’ Why are you ruining my vibe?”

“I’m saving your vibe,” Carlos said, steering her back toward the exit once more. “Come on, let’s go. Fresh air, remember? You like fresh air.”

Yn looked up at him, her eyes wide with sudden excitement. “Fresh air! The ocean! Carlos, let’s go to the ocean!”

Carlos blinked. “Wait, what?”

But it was too late. She was already bolting for the door, her heels clicking wildly on the floor.

“Yn, no!” Carlos shouted, following her out of the club. His legs may have been trained for F1 racing, but right now, it felt like he was competing in an Olympic sprint. Yn was shockingly fast for someone who could barely walk in a straight line.

They burst out into the cool night air, Yn laughing hysterically as she ran down the street toward the beach, which, unfortunately, was only a few blocks away.

“Yn, stop running!” Carlos called after her, trying to catch up. He could feel his heart pounding—both from the physical exertion and sheer panic. She was drunk and running toward the ocean. This was the stuff of nightmares.

Yn, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She kicked off her shoes and started running barefoot down the sand, her arms outstretched like she was about to take flight.

“I’M A MERMAID, CARLOS!” she screamed, spinning in circles as she headed for the waves.

Carlos finally caught up to her and tried to grab her arm, but she dodged him, giggling like a madwoman. “No! Let me live my dream!”

“Your dream is to drown?!” Carlos panted, still trying to corral her as she charged toward the ocean like it was some kind of mystical destination.

“I’m gonna swim!” she announced proudly, stepping into the water. The cold shock of it made her shriek with glee. “It’s so cold—I LOVE IT!”

Carlos practically dived after her, grabbing her around the waist before she could go any deeper. “Nope. No swimming. Out of the water, mermaid. You’re coming back to shore.”

Yn kicked and flailed in his arms, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “Carlos! You’re ruining my ocean adventure!”

“Your ocean adventure is over. You’re freezing, and you’re going to catch a cold,” he said, dragging her back to dry land.

She sagged in his arms, finally giving up, but still grinning from ear to ear. “I was having so much fun.”

“I know you were, loca,” Carlos said, setting her down on the sand. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “But I can’t let you drown. You’re not actually a mermaid.”

She blinked up at him, her expression suddenly serious. “You don’t know that.”

Carlos laughed despite himself. “Yes, I do.”

Yn looked up at the stars, then back at him, her eyes softening. “You’re the best, Carlitos. I love you so much.”

Carlos smiled, sitting down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to keep her warm. “I love you too, but you’re never drinking this much again.”

She giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Deal. But only if you promise to always save me when I try to swim after too many margaritas.”

“Always,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But next time, you’re staying on the beach.”

Yn smiled, snuggling into him as she closed her eyes. “Okay, but can we go back to the club tomorrow? I still need to hear ‘Despacito.’”

Carlos groaned, looking up at the sky. He was never letting her near a DJ booth again.

[wadewnstonwilson]

maximum effort;

summary: wade's possessive jealousy flares up when someone gets too close to you, leading to over-the-top displays of affection, sarcastic threats, and playful sabotage. beneath his chaotic charm, wade’s jealousy stems from a deep vulnerability, making his overprotectiveness both endearing and humorous.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: okay so this was originally a headcanon idea but i love writing for wade. probably only staying as a one shot but more wade stories coming soon!

Wade had always been a walking contradiction. A hurricane of chaos wrapped in sarcasm, with a rare streak of vulnerability that would break through his rough exterior when he least expected it. And you—you were his world. His partner, the one person who could both rile him up and calm him down in the same breath. Yet with that love came something Wade wasn’t quite used to: jealousy. Sure, he laughed it off, made jokes, and played the fool, but beneath his wild exterior was a man who feared losing you more than anything. It was a fear that manifested in strange, often unpredictable ways. Like today.

The evening had started out normally enough. You and Wade were at a local bar—his idea, naturally. He claimed it was to “blend in with the common folk” and "maybe punch a few jerks in the face." You knew the real reason, though: Wade liked having a few drinks with you, watching people, and, of course, making lewd comments that had you rolling your eyes or grinning despite yourself.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, too busy laughing at one of Wade’s ridiculous stories about his latest mercenary gig. Something involving cats, dynamite, and a malfunctioning coffee machine. You were leaning back in your chair, the comfort of his presence putting you at ease. But Wade… Wade had noticed the guy. The one sitting at the bar, glancing over at you far too often for Wade’s liking. It wasn’t the first time some guy had checked you out—after all, you were undeniably gorgeous—but tonight was different. Maybe it was the way the man’s gaze lingered a little too long, or how he edged closer every time you laughed. Maybe it was the casual glance over his glass, a little smirk playing at his lips.

But tonight, there was an added tension in the air.

Whatever it was, it had set off a fuse in Wade.

“Hey,” Wade started, his tone still light but with a sharp edge, “what do you think of that guy over there?”

You blinked, confused for a second. “What guy?”

Wade jerked his chin toward the man at the bar. “That one. The one who’s mentally undressing you with his eyes.”

You chuckled. “I think you’re exaggerating.”

Wade leaned forward, his voice dropping an octave. “Oh no, babe. Trust me. I know that look. I’ve given that look.” His lips twisted into a smirk, but his eyes were darker, more intense. “Except it’s not on me this time, and that’s making me feel all kinds of homicidal.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re overreacting.”

But Wade wasn’t about to let it go. He sat up straighter, adjusting his posture as if preparing for battle. The next time the guy looked over, Wade made sure to "accidentally" stretch, leaning in closer to you, practically draping himself across your shoulders.

“This fine specimen is mine,” Wade declared dramatically, loud enough for the whole bar to hear. He planted a loud, exaggerated kiss on your cheek, smirking against your skin as you half-groaned, half-laughed.

“Wade…” you warned, trying to push him off gently. But he wasn’t having it.

“Nope,” he continued, eyes darting over to the guy at the bar, “can’t help it. Just gotta remind everyone here that you’re all mine, honey-bun, love-of-my-life, future partner in crime.”

You could practically feel the possessiveness radiating off of him. While the rest of the bar chuckled or pretended not to notice, Wade's playful display was as much about territory as it was about affection.

His voice dropped a little lower, an almost dangerous edge to it as he pressed another kiss to your neck, just behind your ear. “Mine, my love. And anyone else who thinks differently is going to have to talk to my katanas.”

You smirked, though you felt the tension in Wade's grip. “You know that guy doesn’t stand a chance, right? You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m never ridiculous,” Wade countered, his grin wide but his eyes burning with jealousy. “Also, I’m totally ridiculous, but that’s beside the point. The point is, he is making me feel territorial, and I don’t like it. So, do you mind if I accidentally maim him?”

The poor guy at the bar had clearly realized what was happening because he was now deliberately avoiding eye contact, but that didn’t stop Wade. Oh no, he was in full Deadpool mode now, enjoying the game way too much. He leaned back in his chair, still keeping you close as he "whispered" loudly to you, “Did I ever tell you I know 50 different ways to disarm a guy with a single fork? No? Maybe I should demonstrate…”

You gave Wade a warning look, but he just grinned wider, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Even when you moved away from the bar to find a quieter corner, Wade was on edge. He walked with one arm around your waist, keeping you close. His gaze flicked constantly around the room, scanning for any potential threats—or, more likely, any guy who dared look at you for too long.

“What’s with the paranoid look?” you teased.

Wade squeezed your waist a little tighter, pulling you closer. “Just making sure no one gets any ideas. You’re like a rare gem, and I’m the only one who gets to admire the sparkle.”

Later, when you were both getting another round of drinks, you couldn’t help but notice that Wade had knocked over the guy’s drink at the bar—on purpose, of course. The man looked annoyed, but Wade played it off with a sheepish grin. “Oops, my bad! Gotta watch out for those butterfingers.”

You shot him a look. “Really?”

“What? It’s not like I killed him. Yet.”

After a while, the playful possessiveness faded, and something more vulnerable slipped through. Wade leaned against the table, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“You know,” he started, voice softer now, “I just don’t want you to realize there’s someone out there better than me.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift. Wade wasn’t usually one to show insecurity, not like this. You squeezed his hand.

“There’s no one better than you, Wade.”

You slowed your steps, glancing over at him, his usual playful expression replaced with something more serious. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it gently, your voice soft but firm.

He snorted, trying to mask the moment with humor. “Yeah, you say that now, but wait until you meet someone with a less hideous face.”

Later that night, when the bar had cleared out and you two were walking home, Wade was uncharacteristically quiet. Finally, he sighed.

“Look, I know I’m kind of… a lot to handle. And I’m definitely not the best option. But I don’t want to lose you. You’re… important."

You slowed your steps, glancing over at him, his usual playful expression replaced with something more serious. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it gently, your voice soft but firm.

"Wade, you’re not just an option. You’re my choice. And I’m not going anywhere."

[softfem-dom]

hey so I fr need something for poly origins poolverine with after the X-team dissolves reader and her husband kinda take wade in and now he lives in their cabin

and reader's baby nephews/cousins are coming over so wade keeps them entertained for a while (liek lplaying with them i mean) and when Logan see it's he's just like "I want him".

and fluff?

I want him

origins!husband!logan x wife!reader x origins!wade wilson

a/n : I'm driven by my desire to see wade with kids I fear I might combust if he smiles at me while holding a kid in his arms. (in my mind wade is the best babysitter ever because he grew in a big family and you can go argue with the wall)

wc : 0.4k(sorry it's so short😭)

JUST PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF , WADE BEING AN AWARD WINNER BABYSITTER , LOGAN REALIZING HE REALLY WANTS THE KID . soft!origins!logan . soft!wife!reader .

You knew Logan was still trying to convince himself he was doing this for you, trying to convince himself that he didn't enjoy Wade's annoying presence as much as you did.

But if after the X-Team dissolved, he had pretty much welcomed the mercenary into your homely wood cabin, then there was not much to argue.

Husband and wife indulging to the every whim of a young man that just happened to have a cute face to pair up with that cocky asf attitude.

It was cute, really, to see your husband so adamant on denying his love for the merc with a mouth. Especially when there were days he acted like this.

Ever since moving with Logan to the cabin you occupied in the outskirts of a nowhere town, it was settled that your family would visit you two at least twice a year —and today it was one of those days.

Your older sister had come to visit you, with the intention of having tea and talking for a while, while your husband talked with her husband. And, that left Wade to tend to the little hurricane you had as a nephew.

When you and Logan walked out of the kitchen to say hi to the little rascal, you were met by the sight of a blanket fort built in the middle of your living room. And Wade playing with the kid inside.

Your heart melted on the spot. "aw, Lo', look at that-" you started to coo, voice a gentle whisper —as to not disturb the moment. When you turned to your husband.

Logan's eyes were fixated on the sight of Wade playing around with the little kid, his eyebrows slightly raised, and in complete silence. That before he slowly wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. His cheek was against yours while his eyes were still locked on the scene playing before his eyes.

"I wan' him" he murmured in your ear, voice a low rumble. Next thing you knew he was affectionately bumping his nose against your cheek before pressing a kiss to the skin of your jaw.

You chuckled at that, an affectionate sound that came from deep in your chest. That caught Wade's attention and he was immediately grabbing the kid in his arms and walking towards you two with a bright smile.

"Me too, honey, me too.."