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INDIE / PRIV WADE WILSON SELETIVE ON CANON, READ ABOUT UNDERSTOOD BY: LIAM

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LET   NONE   SURVIVE     !           written  by  raven.

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       SHE WAS NOT FRAGILE LIKE A FLOWER. SHE WAS FRAGILE LIKE A BOMB.

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here i am fam

jk. but tbh, i look like post malone so. also he and i almost shared a birthday. we just two days apart. he is my Literal Twin

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          indie / priv wade wilson of marvel, understood by: liam.

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NEW YORK CITY is so much smaller than she had thought. Geographically, it most certainly was not. But the number of COINCIDENCES? Of PEOPLE she could run into within the span of a week? That number was a far bit HIGHER than she had first believed it could be.

Take today, for instance. She’s returning from a lunch out, leaving a Cuban RESTAURANT that she had passed way too many times and had finally decided to eat at. Her hands are full with SHOPPING BAGS, her wallet is definitely a few FIGURATIVE POUNDS LIGHTER and she is overall very happy with how her day had gone. And ESPECIALLY with the fact she had gotten through the day without any sort of CONFLICT, verbal or otherwise.

It is of course, at that moment, she hears the TELL-TALE SIGNS OF A STRUGGLE.

She has two choices, ignore it and continue on with her VERY GOOD DAY or do the thing she has been doing all this time: putting her nose where it doesn’t belong and FIGHTING FOR THE BETTER GOOD. But there’s really no choice. Ororo runs down the alley, throwing the bags in one of the doorways and sure they won’t be there when she goes back. But there’s no hesitation as she pumps her arms, uses her wind to give herself a bit of the boost.

Full use of her powers was frowned upon by many, especially considering the sudden emergence of MUTANTS.

But Ororo is nearly dumbfounded when she finds out she’s too late. RIDICULOUSLY too late. She’s just in time for an arm to land at her feet in the alley intersection and for Wade Wilson— for DEADPOOL to be thrown at her feet as well. In the space between his groan and silence, she sees her chance:

        “Well… This fight has certainly GOTTEN AWAY FROM YOU.” She fights the urge to nudge his arm; it’s clear to her that it’s still moving. “NEED A HAND?”

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          𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐘. The vibrancy of white pain bloomed at the joint of his elbow, where his arm use to be. The deep, clawing pain roared up along to his shoulder, then against his neck, before ripping into his mind like glass shattering on the floor. Being torn to shreds on the daily never got old, despite his peaking insanity, there was always a new layer to the feeling of pain that crept up on Wade every single time. What was he suppose to do though? You can’t cry every time you scrape your knee, Wade! 

          𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎, the white bone of the joint was visible, the knuckle of the joint clean. “Oh, oh no, no I’m good. This is only the third time this has happened. In the last twelve hours anyways.” His tone seemed distant while his gaze tried to focus himself, fatigue of the hunt was settling into his mind as the pain begun to subside, feeling the knitting of his body begin to heal. Pulling himself up, he laid himself against the front of a dumpster, thinking that it wasn’t the only thing that reeked right now. After a while, sweating and bleeding all over a suit, it begins to form this creeping stink that could only be described as a sickly 7-11 chili dog; after digestion. 

          "𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊." Finally, he saw who stood before him. Not exactly the place he expected one of the highly respected X-Men to be, yet here she was. “In alleyways? Did you see me on radar or was it just the sound of my limbs being torn apart that drew you to here?” He asked lethargically; don’t pass out, not in front of Storm. How embarrassing. “Ah, I never knew why they casted Halle Berry for you, you definitely give me Beyoncé vibes.” Wade mused onward, with no signs of stopping as he started to get up lazily, trying to find his footing so he wouldn’t collapse over again, because if he stayed down there any longer he would be down for the count; again, embarrassing. Not in front of the ladies.

          "𝐎𝐇, 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒." He said with such clarity, his tone sounding sharper now. “This is a fan-fic. Yeah I’ve been apart of these situations before. Things are about to get weird. Oh yeah, really, really weird.”

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CURRENT MAINS & EXCLUSIVES.

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EXCLUSIVES

@mindwithout / jessica jones @powerwithout / luke cage @manwithout / matt murdock @luckwithout / domino @phasewithout / kitty pryde @tcmpiist / ororo munroe

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luckwithout:

⤀    𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓, Dom was feeding off of his energy and tone. She had a habit of doing that, if someone felt angry; so would she. Even if it was irrationally so. It was a habit she’d developed from youth and this situation? It was no different.  ❛ You wouldn’t shoot me, you like staring at my ass too much. ❜  Her comment was back handed, made with little thought and even less care. 

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. Needed to pull her head out of her own ass before she ended up doing something she’d regret. Head shaking and having to physically bite her tongue in order not to say something else, Dom looked back up at Wade and frowned.  ❛ Look i’m… i’m sorry, okay? M’just tired and sore and annoyed. S’nothing on you. ❜  It was a rare occasion that Dom could call herself out on her own actions, especially when they had been as shitty as hers had been. Wade didn’t deserve the disrespect she’d show him. 

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘❜𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄 ? ❜ Her tone was softer now, head gesturing to her shoulder that was acting house to a pretty little bullet. She could feel it wasn’t in deep, still seeing the ass end of it glinting in the light, but it was deep enough for it to basically put that arm out of action.  ❛ I don’t wanna go to a hospital or anything i just… know i’ll wuss out if i gotta do it myself. ❜

          𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍? Clearly she’d received a severe blow to the head, because it was not only unknown for Domino to inquire such requests, but it was unheard of that she would ask the very asshole before her. Her question was such a surprise, it felt as if he’d lick the end of a live battery, perhaps the expression behind his mask proved to be one of surprise with a raised brow. He wasn’t expecting her to disarm herself so willingly, and quickly. If he had to be honest, Wade was use to the difficulties of Domino. The stoic eyes she always wore, the careless strut she had when she walked away from him. 

            𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁, 𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓. “Help? Well of course, and what an honor it would be madame.” Usually helping Domino resulted in her taking her hand and giving Wade a swift, stiff slap. It wouldn’t usually hurt, it was more or less a warning for him to fuck off. So he was almost relieved to actually finding himself being wanted genuinely, not because he was their only option; in this case, he was, but it was more than just him being there. Her tone, the glint in her gaze said she needed him, and meant it. 

          𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊, Wade used his teeth to pull off one of his red gloves, before discarding it onto the floor. “Now I’m no doctor, but I do know, that this is going to hurt like a motherfucker.” He saw the bullet. It was just, there! It’s shiny ass reflecting against the light, he could almost read the engraved markings on the its tail end. It was a sight he was almost too familiar with when looking down at his own body and seeing the bullets in them, before his healing factor uncomfortably pushed them out as he healed himself. 

          𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, trying to be as gentle as possible. “Take a deep breath, think of happy thoughts, like, the last time you got fucked.” Wade said while the pads of his fingers gripped around the ridge of the casing, trying to work a tighter and firmer grip on the bottom of it. “That’s right, come to daddy, be my bitch.” Wade whispered  quietly when maneuvering around the bullet, wiggling it back and forth some, just waiting for it to pull loose. “Oh just like losing your first tooth, ain’t it?” He asked when grinning after yanking the fucker from her shoulder. “TA-DA!” He held it up proudly with a slight admiration in his eyes. “All in a days work.”

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          “Suck dick not drugs, kids!” 

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that was the difference here,  she wagered.      for every life jessica had attempted to save,  successful or otherwise,  wade had no doubt taken tenfold.  it didn’t mean he was a bad guy or anything close to one   –  after all,   no hero could save anything without losing so much along the way   –   but only that there was a certain level of normality that came with constant kills.    it was for that reason she’d strayed from the path of death for the greater good;  a fear that she’d find a newfound addiction in it.

“  your choice,  big red.  ”       came her response,  tone tauntingly disinterested as dark eyes honed in on their surroundings,  suspicious in their survey of the streets.  most of the people out at this hour were drunks   –   and they were better off for it.      “  you wanna start a fight with these guys when all this is said and done,  you can go ahead.  i’ll be in a bar drinking away the memory of ever even being here.  ”

violence did have its perks,  though.    a stress reliever,  amongst other things.  still,  something played over in the back of her mind as they continued to walk   –    something drastically important she couldn’t leave ignored.        “  wasn’t the whole point of watson to prove that sherlock did need help?  i need help   –   you’re my watson.  it’s just,  like,  common sense.  besides,  who’s the private investigator here?  ”

           "𝐌𝐄, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄." Wade had abruptly said and with little hesitation, had brought out a card from his belt. The card itself was an odd, uneven rectangle shape. Holding it out in the palm of his hand, the lament had sheen against the hovering sun. Most of it was done out of crayon, his name scrawled in misshapen letters with broken English. “Detective Wade Wumbo Wilson at your service and I’m here because I’ve felt that there has been a disturbance in the force.” As quickly as he pulled out the card, he placed it back into his utility belt. 

            𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. Would there ever be a moment when he wasn’t going to drown himself in his own humor? Of course not. With his hands by his sides he cleared his throat. “But fine, you can be Sherlock. You seem to have that broody ‘I work alone’ isolation vibe going on for ya. Not only that, but you look like Sherlock, that weird deadpan look.”

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⤀    𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖. She’d managed to get upright, albeit with her good arm wrapped about her midsection, but she was on two feet at least. Dom then glared at Wade with eyes that held about as much enjoyment as watching paint dry. She was not amused by his comment. But she couldn’t deny the truth behind the allegation: if he were here to finish her off he would probably be able to do it blindfolded and with died hands. She wasn’t a match for anyone in this state, hell, if a toddler tried to punch her, the toddler would probably win. 

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓that this wasn’t the first time Wade’d saved her ass.  Hated even more that she knew it wouldn’t be the last time he would either, despite how much she’d wish it. No matter how independent and indestructible Neena thought she was, there would always be times when she’d need help. But try getting her to admit that out loud. Especially with someone she’s known as long as Wade. Better chance of seeing a pig fly. ❛WOW, you’re such a comedian. Really, consider should consider taking it up as a second job.❜ The spite in her voice was well and truly in full force, not entirely in the mood for Wade’s jesting. 

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋❟ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋. Despite the tones of her voice and the look in her eyes, if he’d not show up, Dom would have probably gotten herself into even more trouble. It took a moment, but her brows soon softened from the scowl they’d settled in and her eyes had dropped from his and too her limp hand. She’d calmed down a lot more now, the anger less apparent and less in charge in her mind. It’s not that she had a problem saying thank you or anything, it’s just the fact that he shouldn’t have even been here. If she hadn’t of gotten herself into this mess he’d probably be doing… well… whatever it was Wade did with his spare time.   ❛You want somethin’ in return for this I suppose? That why you did it? Cause you knew now I gotta owe ya something?❜ 

          𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. Yet Domino’s dubious attitude only pricked the part of Wade’s brain where all the insanity originates from. It’s the part of his mind that makes Wade Wilson Deadpool. Domino was just giving him a prime, ripe opportunity to sneak in, and bend her arm into giving something that he really wants, maybe something that he’s always wanted. But ------ Wade is tired. It’s a wavering feeling clouding his mind that’s been forming for a long time now, and those clouds are getting heavy, filling with rain, and growing darker every day. 

          𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, for a moment he stood in silence, allowing his decisions to linger in his mind, wanting to feel inclined to do one thing over the other. Selfless-Good-Guy Wade or Selfish-Bad-Guy Wade. “I mean, I can always just shoot you, and call it a day?” Wade asked, hand reaching for one of his holstered guns, readying himself like a sheriff about to have a shoot out in the middle of a western town. 

          "𝐀 '𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄' 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇." His tone bordered on bitter almost, his words were as sharp as the blade on his back. “You don’t owe me shit, Domino. Saving that thick ass from near death is all I need.”