they never tell me what they're thinking
they're always busy being mad
i start to thinkin'
could it be 'cause i am bad??
oh i'll go
where i can't hear them dependent wade wilson for billetdorhq
as hated by maddie
the blonde siphoner walked down the streets and tried to look confident with a smile on her lips ❝ bonjour paris ❞ she said before she bumped into a stranger. lizzie had not looked where she was going because she looked around everywhere else than what was right in front of her ❝ excuse you, watch where you are walking, dumbo ❞ she rolled her eyes at the person ❝ i am pretty sure i walked here first ❞
❝ you’re right. totally MY fault. because I’M the weirdo who focuses on mumbling cliche french phrases under my breath instead of walking. MY bad. ❞ never mind the fact that wade did talk to himself and also wasn’t watching where he was going. ❝ the sidewalk doesn’t have a first come first served policy. go back to first grade or riverdale. whichever one you come from. ❞
it was more than strange to the red head. one minute she was supposed to be running off with the father of her child and the next she had found herself in the city of love alone and with child. now months later, it’s noticeably visible as she sits on the park bench with her head phones over her ears. it’s not until the shadow flashes by in her peripheral vision that causes her to notice the person watching her. “yeah i’m pregnant, get over it.” she snaps before returning to her laptop. “mind averting your eyes else where, or just trying talking?”
❝ whoa!! judgmental much?? ❞ in her defense, a beefcake clad in spandex is something that most people wouldn’t want staring at them. ❝ i was just going to ask you the time. thanks for clarifying your fertility status, though. i’ve never heard of a teenager getting pregnant before. i mean, look at what happened with jamie lynn spears. you guys are a dime a dozen these days. ❞ he peeks over her laptop screen with the curiosity and common sense of a child. ❝ what’s this?? your diary?? ❞
“Well well if it isn’t my buddy old pal Wade.” Nate states looking to Wilson with a soft smile on his face, “Least there’s someone here I know and not all these fuckers are rude ass stuck up fucking cunts of children.” He groans, “So how long you been here Wade?” He was curious if everyone was just brought here or people were here longer.
❝ i don’t know what you’re talking about, pal. like mama always said, i AM a rude ass stuck up cunt of a child. ❞ he can finally breathe, gloved hands turning his mask over nervously. he’d never admit this, to anyone, but nathan’s cold stare tends to make him even MORE insecure.
he tilts his head in faux thought, the space where an eyebrow should be raising. ❝ about two weeks now. why?? didn’t notice me missing?? i’m hurt. but i guess i can’t expect much. dementia is a hell of a fight. good luck, buddy. think your dick is next?? ❞
“Wade!?” Death states stammering as she sees the man who appears to be oddly like Wilson. She saunters over Lilly and Luna following right behind her, upon getting closer and seeing it was Wade she squeaks, “Ohhh Wadey poo! It’s so good to see you. Lilly! Luna! Look it’s your daddy dearest. Remember he killed you for me!”
he’s finally found a motel to stay at, a cheap joint that took his threats as payment.
( what?? he’s not a bad person. it’s just a bad situation. )
but it’s too small for his liking. too clean. it’s not home, no matter how much he adamantly denies being homesick. so he goes for a walk, trying to escape the silence — and in turn, his own head. upon crossing death’s path he dismisses the sight of tigers, chalking it up to a strange french thing, like fantomex. but as soon as the woman who walks the tigers speaks, it clicks instantly.
her voice. she has a seductive drawl, and even though her words are a bit ridiculous, ( of course they are, she’s attracted to WADE ) she commands authority. he’d know it from anywhere. ❝ well, christ on a fucking cracker!! ❞ he can’t hide his joy, and an awkward, crooked smile forms under the mask. ❝ you have skin!! and you’re hot!! — wait a second, you named our children lily and luna?? someone’s been reading too much harry potter. ❞
SUNSETS WERE SOMETHING SHE TOOK FOR GRANTED BACK HOME. she knows that now , as she finds herself staring at the rays of gorgeous colors - orange and pink hues made her feel mellow as she leans back against the park bench , tuning out the world around her. it is when a sound is made next to her that she realizes how long it’s been , and how disconnected she was. “ damn it ! “ she curses , sending the person next to her a look. “ you can’t sneak up on a girl like that ! “ she huffs , ignoring the fact that the person could have been there as long as she had.
❝ well, THIS is a strange crossover. ❞ wade’s crunching on some chips obnoxiously, his mask pulled up to his nose. he hasn’t taken his suit off since he’s arrived, something that becomes apparent by the various scratches and stains littering the red spandex. he hears something about sneaking and girls, but it’s just white noise in his ears.
the eyes of his mask narrow in a way that the movies WISH they could achieve, and he thrusts the bag towards her in a silent offering. ❝ you know what pisses me off about the french?? they keep their potato chips isolated!! i was in the chip aisle and there was all the good ‘ole name brands like doritos, fritos, all the -os, and no fucking potato chips!! i had to walk six aisles down for these babies!! and for what?? are the potato chips not good enough to mix with the big guys?? huh?? ❞
* ｡✧ ⋅ ⋆ wait a minute, was that [ RYAN REYNOLDS ] i just saw run around the city?? aw no, i was wrong, that was just the [ 36 ] year old [ WADE WILSON ] a [ CANON CHARACTER ] from [ MARVEL ] & they are [ PANSEXUAL ]. rumor has it that they are [ HUMOROUS ] but are also [ CHAOTIC ]. oh well, let us all hope they enjoy their stay in the city of love!!
late as always, sorry!! but first things first, my name is maddie and i’m an eighteen year old from california. i love marvel and star wars, and have been a fan of deadpool’s since i played ultimate alliance 2 on xbox ( the game came out in 2009 for context ). i base my writing of wade MOSTLY on the comics, but he still looks like ryan reynolds had a bad accident with lasagna, so don’t worry.
BACKSTORY…
☆ wade winston wilson was born in canada. his mother died of cancer ( foreshadowing!! ), leaving him alone with his abusive, military father. this is probably why he has a lot of issues.
☆ as a teenager, he became a bit of a delinquent. he enjoyed acting up and rebelling against his father, as well as just the thrill he got from committing crime.
☆ his father ended up getting shot by one of wade’s friends when he tried to end their drinking session at a night club. i love happy endings, don’t you??
☆ after that, wade sobered up ( mostly ). he decided to join the military, but only lasted a short time before he was kicked out for bad behavior.
☆ in a stroke of good luck ( domino is quaking ), he was diagnosed with cancer sometime after. he was offered a cure in exchange for his participation in a super human enhancement program. think: discount wolverine.
☆ he underwent procedures that were trying to recreate the healing ability of wolverine. it went horribly, horribly wrong, and his cancer went into overdrive, resulting in that classic, burnt anus look of his skin. not only that, but he was left with extreme neurological damage. hurray!!
☆ labeled a failed experiment, he was sent to a facility with other rejects. he spent the first night there curled up in a ball, his skin aching all over. fun memories.
☆ while he was there, the other rejects played a game of dead pool ( clever, huh?? ) where they took guesses on which inmate would be killed next by the warden.
☆ when wade was selected, he was beaten to the brink of death before his healing ability kicked in. of course, he stayed scarred and mentally unstable, but his other wounds got taken care of and he managed to escape, choosing the name deadpool as his new identity.
☆ he was unable to continue on with a normal life, so he became a mercenary for hire. he became an expert in martial arts, which is pretty sick, and chose katanas as his selective weapon, who he affectionately named bea and arthur ( yes, i stole this from that ryan reynolds’ tweet. sue me ).
PERSONALITY…
☆ he talks. a lot. he has a voice in his head that also talks a lot, madcap, on top of his inner dialogue, so talking is how he retains his focus. he can speak total nonsense at times, it’s a gift, really.
☆ he’s really needy. if he likes you, he’s going to want your attention and love and will probably bother you until you give it to him.
☆ despite his jokes and all, he’s deeply insecure. that’s why he loves his full body suit so much. he knows he’s ugly and he knows he’s a mentally unstable screwball.
☆ he just wants to be loved, but he also just wants to be himself. these two things tend to conflict.
☆ he does do bad things, like, really horrible, sadistic things, but he’s trying to get better. he’s slowly doing better. he’s doing the best he can, okay?? most of the things he does ( like killing all his superfriends ), he believes is justified.
OTHER STUFF…
☆ crocs are a godsend to him. they’re ugly, like him, but so comfortable, like a warm hug he never got from his father.
☆ he doesn’t really like chimichangas that much. he just likes saying the word.
☆ he knows sign language.
☆ his favorite superhero is captain america.
☆ he often donates his organs to those who need them, as his will just regenerate.
☆ he does feel pain!! he heals and doesn’t die, but he feels every awful thing that happens to him.
☆ he likes star wars too and once straight up murdered a fan for defending the prequels ( how do i tell him i don’t mind them?? )
☆ he genuinely believes that he, and everyone around him, is a fictional character due to his mental instability. in this case, he feels like he’s being roleplayed because he’s a famous comic book character turned blockbuster celeb. i know.
anyways, he’s confused as shit as to why he’s in paris, but he’s used to rolling with the punches, so we’ll see how it goes!!
Do you ever just need to be touched? Not even in a sexual way, just touched. A hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze of your hand. Just fucking anything to make you feel like you’re still real.
