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@mercwithout
LETΒ Β NONEΒ Β SURVIVEΒ Β Β !Β Β Β Β Β Β writtenΒ byΒ raven.
Β Β Β Β SHE WAS NOT FRAGILE LIKE A FLOWER. SHE WAS FRAGILE LIKE A BOMB.
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
Β Β Β Β Β indie / priv wade wilson of marvel, understood by: liam.
{ @mercwithout }
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. Sheβs 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 doesnβt belong and FIGHTING FOR THE BETTER GOOD. But thereβs really no choice. Ororo runs down the alley, throwing the bags in one of the doorways and sure they wonβt be there when she goes back. But thereβs 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 sheβs too late. RIDICULOUSLY too late. Sheβs just in time for an arm to land at her feet in the alley intersection and for Wade Wilsonβ for DEADPOOL to be thrown at her feet as well. In the space between his groan and silence, she sees her chance:
Β Β Β Β βWellβ¦ This fight has certainly GOTTEN AWAY FROM YOU.β She fights the urge to nudge his arm; itβs clear to her that itβs still moving. βNEED A HAND?β
Β Β Β Β Β πππ ππππππ πππππππ, ππππ πππππππ ππππππ. 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 canβt cry every time you scrape your knee, Wade!Β
Β Β Β Β Β ππππ πππππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππππ, the white bone of the joint was visible, the knuckle of the joint clean.Β βOh, oh no, no Iβm good. This is only the third time this has happened. In the last twelve hours anyways.β 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 wasnβt 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.Β
Β Β Β Β Β "ππππ, π ππππ'π ππππ πππ π-πππ ππππ πππππ πππππ ππππ." 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.Β βIn alleyways? Did you see me on radar or was it just the sound of my limbs being torn apart that drew you to here?β He asked lethargically; donβt pass out, not in front of Storm. How embarrassing. βAh, I never knew why they casted Halle Berry for you, you definitely give me BeyoncΓ© vibes.β Wade mused onward, with no signs of stopping as he started to get up lazily, trying to find his footing so he wouldnβt 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.
Β Β Β Β Β "ππ, π ππππ ππππ ππππ." He said with such clarity, his tone sounding sharper now.Β βThis is a fan-fic. Yeah Iβve been apart of these situations before. Things are about to get weird. Oh yeah, really, really weird.β
Smash Mouth - Walkinβ on the Sun
CURRENT MAINS & EXCLUSIVES.
MAINS
Empty as fuck.Β
EXCLUSIVES
@mindwithout / jessica jones @powerwithout / luke cage @manwithout / matt murdock @luckwithout / domino @phasewithout / kitty pryde @tcmpiist / ororo munroe
luckwithout:
β€Β Β πππ πππππ π πππ π πππππ π ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ, 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 sheβd developed from youth and this situation? It was no different.Β β You wouldnβt shoot me, you like staring at my ass too much. βΒ Her comment was back handed, made with little thought and even less care.Β
πππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππππ . NeededΒ to pull her head out of her own ass before she ended up doing something sheβd regret. Head shaking and having to physically bite her tongue in order notΒ to say something else, Dom looked back up at Wade and frowned.Β β Look iβmβ¦ iβm sorry, okay? Mβjust tired and sore and annoyed. Sβnothing on you. βΒ 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 didnβt deserve the disrespect sheβd show him.Β
β πππππ πβπππ ππππ ππ ? β Her tone was softer now, head gesturing to her shoulder that was acting house to a pretty little bullet. She could feel it wasnβt 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.Β β I donβt wanna go to a hospital or anything i justβ¦ know iβll wuss out if i gotta do it myself. β
Β Β Β Β Β ππππππ ππππππ π ππ ππππ, π πππ ππππ ππππππ? Clearly sheβd 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 heβd lick the end of a live battery, perhaps the expression behind his mask proved to be one of surprise with a raised brow. He wasnβt 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.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β ππππππππ πππ πππ πππππ, ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ πππ πππππ.Β βHelp? Well of course, and what an honor it would be madame.β Usually helping Domino resulted in her taking her hand and giving Wade a swift, stiff slap. It wouldnβt 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.Β
Β Β Β Β Β πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, Wade used his teeth to pull off one of his red gloves, before discarding it onto the floor.Β βNow Iβm no doctor, but I do know, that this is going to hurt like a motherfucker.β He saw the bullet. It was just, there! Itβs 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.Β
Β Β Β Β Β ππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ, trying to be as gentle as possible.Β βTake a deep breath, think of happy thoughts, like, the last time you got fucked.β 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.Β βThatβs right, come to daddy, be my bitch.β Wade whisperedΒ quietly when maneuvering around the bullet, wiggling it back and forth some, just waiting for it to pull loose.Β βOh just like losing your first tooth, ainβt it?β He asked when grinning after yanking the fucker from her shoulder.Β βTA-DA!β He held it up proudly with a slight admiration in his eyes.Β βAll in a days work.β
? are you a,,, gya
Β Β Β Β Β Β βSuck dick not drugs, kids!βΒ
mindwithout:
that was the difference here,Β she wagered.Β Β Β for every life jessica had attempted to save,Β successful or otherwise,Β wade had no doubt taken tenfold.Β it didnβt mean he was a bad guy or anything close to oneΒ Β βΒ after all,Β Β no hero could save anything without losing so much along the wayΒ Β βΒ Β but only that there was a certain level of normality that came with constant kills.Β Β it was for that reason sheβd strayed from the path of death for the greater good;Β a fear that sheβd find a newfound addiction in it.
βΒ your choice,Β big red.Β βΒ Β Β Β came her response,Β tone tauntingly disinterested as dark eyes honed in on their surroundings,Β suspicious in their survey of the streets.Β most of the people out at this hour were drunksΒ Β βΒ Β and they were better off for it.Β Β Β βΒ you wanna start a fight with these guys when all this is said and done,Β you can go ahead.Β iβll be in a bar drinking away the memory of ever even being here.Β β
violence did have its perks,Β though.Β Β a stress reliever,Β amongst other things.Β still,Β something played over in the back of her mind as they continued to walkΒ Β βΒ Β something drastically important she couldnβt leave ignored.Β Β Β Β Β βΒ wasnβt the whole point of watson to prove that sherlock did need help?Β i need helpΒ Β βΒ Β youβre my watson.Β itβs just,Β like,Β common sense.Β besides,Β whoβs the private investigator here?Β β
Β Β Β Β Β Β "ππ, π'π πππ πππππππ ππππππππππππ ππππ." 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.Β βDetective Wade Wumbo Wilson at your service and Iβm here because Iβve felt that there has been a disturbance in the force.β As quickly as he pulled out the card, he placed it back into his utility belt.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β πππππππ ππππ ππππ πππ πππππππ ππππππππ. Would there ever be a moment when he wasnβt going to drown himself in his own humor? Of course not. With his hands by his sides he cleared his throat.Β βBut fine, you can be Sherlock. You seem to have that broodyΒ βI work aloneβ isolation vibe going on for ya. Not only that, but you look like Sherlock, that weird deadpan look.β
luckwithout:
β€Β Β πππ πππ πππππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ π ππππ πππππ πππ. Sheβd 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 couldnβt 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 wasnβt a match for anyone in this state, hell, if a toddler tried to punch her, the toddler would probably win.Β
πππ πππππ πππ π πππthat this wasnβt the first time Wadeβd saved her ass.Β Hated even more that she knew it wouldnβt be the lastΒ time he would either, despite how much sheβd wish it. No matter how independent and indestructible Neena thought she was, there would always be times when sheβd need help. But try getting her to admit thatΒ out loud. Especially with someone sheβs known as long as Wade. Better chance of seeing a pig fly.Β βWOW, youβre such a comedian. Really, consider should consider taking it up as a second job.β The spite in her voice was well and truly in full force, not entirely in the mood for Wadeβs jesting.Β
πππ πππππβ πππ πππ ππππππ ππ. Despite the tones of her voice and the look in her eyes, if heβd not show up, Dom would have probably gotten herself into even moreΒ trouble. It took a moment, but her brows soon softened from the scowl theyβd settled in and her eyes had dropped from his and too her limp hand. Sheβd calmed down a lot more now, the anger less apparent and less in charge in her mind. Itβs not that she had a problem saying thank you or anything, itβs just the fact that he shouldnβt have even been here. If she hadnβt of gotten herself into this mess heβd probably be doingβ¦ wellβ¦ whatever it was Wade did with his spare time.Β Β βYou want somethinβ in return for this I suppose? That why you did it? Cause you knew now I gotta owe ya something?βΒ
Β Β Β Β Β πππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππ. Yet Dominoβs dubious attitude only pricked the part of Wadeβs brain where all the insanity originates from. Itβs 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 heβs always wanted. But ------ Wade is tired. Itβs a wavering feeling clouding his mind thatβs been forming for a long time now, and those clouds are getting heavy, filling with rain, and growing darker every day.Β
Β Β Β Β Β ππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ, 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.Β βI mean, I can always just shoot you, and call it a day?β 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.Β
Β Β Β Β Β "π 'πππππ πππ ππππ' πππππ πππ π πππ ππππππ." His tone bordered on bitter almost, his words were as sharp as the blade on his back.Β βYou donβt owe me shit, Domino. Saving that thick ass from near death is all I need.βΒ