CHARACTERS are TONI STARK and WADE WILSON. The SCENE is set to a semi-run down motel. It’s aesthetic breathes WORN DOWN and ISOLATION, making these characters depend on each other.
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In the previous scene we’ve seen the two arrive at the motel. Both hiding their emotions. WADE had checked the perimeter whilst TONI had made herself as comfortable as one can be in a location like that.
Camera zooms out from hands going through things in a bag. TONI’S hands. WADE’S bag. There’s weapons, grenades, ammo boxes - not stored very securely. And just under the DEADPOOL suit? TONI stops what she is doing and looks puzzled.
TONI: What’s this?
TONI holds up a roll of duct tape. There are several in the bag. Almost an alarming amount. Like how could they all fit there along with all the other things?
Just kidding. There are quite a few, though.
WADE looks up from what he was doing. Sharpening his katanas. WADE grins devilishly.
WADE (matter-of-factly): Duct tape.
TONI rolls her eyes. As if saying ‘No shit Sherlock’. TONI crosses her arms, still holding onto that roll.
TONI: A lot of duct tape.
WADE: Four words.
WADE leaves her hanging and returns to sharpening the blade, running his brimstone slowly along the edge a couple of times.
TONI (impatient): Yeah?
People who knows WADE already suspect what’s coming. TONI has no clue. She expects something pop cultural. Maybe MacGyver related.
Disclaimer: this is very anti Benedict Cumberbatch. I am very bitter about some things and i needed a way to let out my frustration and Wade helped me out with that. so like, if you’re a fan of him, don’t read this. Or at least, don’t read it and come and attack me for being rude because i don’t like him and wrote this rude thing about him. okay, there’s the warning. Read with care. <3
He couldn’t fucking take it anymore. First Khan, and then Dr. Strange, and who fucking knows what was next? No, it had gone too far and Wade was gonna put a fucking stop to it, because apparently no one else cared enough to do so. He was walking down the street, ignoring the people staring at him. He was used to that, suit or not people stared, and he wasn’t stupid, he knew that the red suit wasn’t fooling anyone, they knew he wasn’t Santa. And why would he be, it’s the beginning of March, why the fuck would Santa be walking around the streets of London in March? He wouldn’t, but that’s the not the point.
The point is, he was gonna find Bendynoodle Custardbath, and tell him what’s what.
It takes him a few hours, two taxi’s, and three distracting street venders, but he finds him. He’s walking down the street toward Wade. Wade snatches a newspaper from a news stand and rolls it up as he walks toward him. He moves in front of him quickly, he moves his eyes over Wade and his face lights up. Wade raises his hand and then brings it down quickly, the THWAP sound the newspaper makes when it connects with Bandersnatch’s head makes Wade smile.
“NO!” Wade yells, pointing at him with newspaper.
“I beg your p-“
“Oh don’t gimme that crap. You know what you’ve you done you beady eyed, self serving, character ruining, gangly limbed, shit…shit faced…fuck…nut. Listen I’m running out of insults that make sense together but you get the idea Bundleup Catchyourdeath!” Wade said in a rush, tucking the newspaper under his arm and then glaring at him. He just gaped, his mouth hanging open, and stared back.
“Well are you gonna respond or just stare me like an idiot all day?” Wade asked, tapping his fingers against his chin to close his mouth.
“I’m really not sure what you want me to say.” He said, in that deep annoying voice of his. Wade rolled his eyes so hard his whole head rolled with them. He looked back at him and narrowed his eyes.
“You, Bubblebath Scratch-n-sniff, have-“
“I really don’t appreciate when people do that with my name you know.” He interrupted. Wade cocked his head to the side.
“Yeah? Well shit man, I’m sorry. Hey do me a favor and look over there real quick.” Wade said, moving forward and putting his arm over Bendynoodle’s shoulder as he looked behind him.
“What am I looking for?” he asked, sounding annoyed. Wade raised his hand and pointed forward.
“You’re looking for the fucks I give.” He said, waving at where he’d been pointing and then leaning closer.
“And I’ll give you a hint.” He said, turning him around to look at him.
“You ain’t gonna find ‘em.” He whispered before taking a step back.
“Very funny.” Bubblebath said, sounding very not amused. Wade nodded and smiled.
“Thanks, anywho, as I was saying. You’ve done terrible things. You’ve ruined so many characters that had so much goddamn potential! And I cannot just stand by and let it happen any longer. You’ve done enough.” Wade said, his voice going low as he pushed forward into Snickerdoodle’s face.
“What exactly do you want me to-“
“I’m about to tell you what I want you to do, if you’d shut up for a second I could tell you!” Wade said, mocking him until he started shouting. He cleared his throat and then slapped his hands down on his shoulders.
“So, Shrinkydink Munchkinland- don’t make that face, just suck it up bro. As I was saying, what I want you to do, is stop taking roles that you know you shouldn’t, and before you ask me how you’re supposed to know, YOU KNOW! Okay? You know. Don’t pretend you don’t cuz you do and pretending you don’t will only make me angrier. Okay? Okay.” Wade said, slamming his hands down again, hard, before pulling back and resting them on his waist, nodding to himself.
“Is that all then?” Shrinkydink asked. Wade nodded harder and sighed.
“I think so yeah. Just, use some fucking common sense. And, pass this message on to your agent too, cuz they know what they’re doing too and I’m tired of everyone just passing the buck on okay? That do-able?” Wade asked, stepping close again. Preztelstand nodded.
“Good. Have a good day.” Wade said, turning to leave.
“And I don’t wanna have to come back here so just….fucking listen to what I said okay?” Wade called over his shoulder. He heard him say something that sounded like agreement and just kept walking. Then he heard a breaking news announcement from a tv in a storefront window.
“Breaking news. Benedict Cumberbatch to play The Grinch in upcoming remake. More on this story as it develops.” Wade turned to stare at the tv, the entertainment news reader was smiling brightly next to a picture of Buckleberry’s elongated face. Wade bit his lip, dropped his head and took a deep breath.
“Ya know what? Naw.” Wade said to himself. He turned back to where Burlapsack had just been standing, found the back of his head in the crowd, pulled his gun out, and squeezed the trigger. He heard Bowtruckle scream out and saw him reach for his shoulder and then kept walking. He smiled to himself and walked down the sidewalk, sliding into an alley and disappearing quickly. He made his way back home with satisfaction in his heart.
That One Time Spiderman (Accidentally) Shot Himself
It had been a long ass day. Wade was tired, one of his shoulders had been dislocated, his knee busted and there were plenty of new holes in his suit from attempts at injury. Initially they had succeeded – but then there was the whole “regenerating” bit. He removed his weapons belts and dumped it all on the table, happy to let go of the weight, calling out for Blind Al as he did so. There was nothing but silence, which was probably for the better. All he wanted was to fall face first into a bag of blow – and then bed. Wade headed to the bathroom to get a pair of tweezers to pull out the slugs. He left the water running and had a long hard look in the mirror. His alter ego staring back at him. Bits and pieces of himself showing through.
“Are you as tired as I feel buddy?” Hell no, I’m ready for another round. Give me all the mother fuckers! Wade sighed and shook his head. He gritted his teeth as he dug the tweezers into the first bullet wound. This bit he’d gotten good at, though. A few seconds later, the first one was out – it landed in the sink with a loud clank. The blood rinsed off it, running thick and awkwardly into the drain. His jaw clenched as he prepared himself to get the next one.
“B A N G!”
And then something dropped. Wade froze, just for a second. He knew that noise. It was the sound of a gun going off. He didn’t feel any pain. There was nothing. No one in the door behind him. I was not the target.
“AL?!” he called out, worried that she’d gone to tidy up his mess and accidentally fired off one of his guns. Things had happened quickly out on the streets, and he knew for a fact he hadn’t put the safety on.
A soft whimper, and a shaky voice barely able to say his name.
Wade knew that voice. Oh no. Oh fuck. He spun around and rushed out of the bathroom, everything about tiredness forgotten.
“What the actual hell were you doing? See Webs, this is why I don’t have kids!” Wade snapped, he found Peter on the floor next to where he’d left his weapons. He was as pale as they come, blood trickling from a wound in his shoulder. “You could have taken your head off!” Wade dropped to his knees next to him, pressing a hand to the wound to stop the bleeding. “You complete rookie, what the actual fuck were you doing?”
“I – I – just wanted to look at your,” Peter swallowed hard, he had a hard time keeping focus. He wet his lips and moaned.
“Listen here, you’re going to be fine. Dr. Pool’s got you.” Wade said to Peter, before he muttered to himself; “At least guns don’t make people turn to dust.” With his free hand, he pulled Peter up to see if the bullet has gone clean through. It hadn’t.
Fuck this day and bullets not going through. It’s not easy Sunday, that’s for sure.
Peter looked seconds away from full blown panic. Trying to find something to keep his eyes on. Trying to get his hands up to the wound and failing.
“Okay, easy there Billy the Kid.” Wade said softly and held him down. “I’ll wait for you to pass out, it’ll happen soon. Just – don’t fight it. I’ll get the bullet out and patch you up, and when you come to – you’ll have an actual bullet wound scar to show for. How about that? Cool huh? Bro fist.” He balled up the hand that he lifted Peter up with, and held it over his chest. If not for the circumstance, the confusion on the kids face would have been hilarious.
“What?” Peter stuttered, his eyes wide. His eyelids began to flutter, and then he went limp in his arms.
Wade sighed.
“What’s going on here? Wade? I smell blood!”
Blind Al was back. Oh fucking great.
“I’m on my period! Get the first aid kit!”
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@alwaysonafieldtrip and @itsybitsyspiderboy - don’t ever play with guns.
Wade had lost track of time. For all he knew, he’d been sitting there for days. Where? Well, not one of is usual places...
He was surrounded by a bunch of silhouettes. Tombstones. Ovals. Squares. Crosses. It was dusk, the light slowly faded from the world and left the air crisp. His back was pressed up against one of the mementos. It felt cold, rough and lifeless against him, yet provided all the support he needed. His arms rested on his knees, hands hanging limp. His shape as chill and lifeless as the simple marks of men that surrounded him. More a spectre than alive. Numb. Not even sure if he was breathing.
Wade's eyes was transfixed on the tombstone in front of him, but his mind was far away. Trapped in memories that sprung from the earth below, gnawing away at his mind. Memories that'd have him spiral downwards faster than Alice fell into Wonderland.
By his side stood an empty bottle of Jack Daniels, his father's favourite brand. His habit supplied even in the afterlife.
It was hard to read the name off the stone. You probably wouldn't find it, or even know who was buried there if you were looking. The military had provided it. Paid for the entire burial. Best they did it, who had loved him - than his son, who'd known his love. Was it good to have a place to visit the childhood traumas? Sometimes...
His chest felt heavy, but this place always did that to him. As if his heart got transformed in to solid, soulless moss covered rock. Screams from the past chisled into it. It reduced him to that kid who would flinch and cover his head... Wade shuddered. He didn't hear the footsteps, dampened by the overly bright green grass.
"Wade?"
He didn't respond. The figure stopped beside him, and it registrered in his subconcious. The scent it carried was familiar, nice - nothing like the terror of the haunting memories. Wade let out a jagged breath and shivered. It was almost like this other living creature was bringing life back into him.
"Woah. Are those bullet holes?"
Oh yeah. Old ones. He stopped bringing weapons into the cemetary, guns particularly. He'd get carried away into a loop of guilt, shame and anger - and he'd empty his gun into that rock, trying to rid himself of the negative association emotions. His father's name hardly readable. He knew what it said though. Well enough. All too well. Now he only brought whiskey.
Summary: The past downright sucks when it catches up.
Pairing: Silverpool (Wade Wilson x Pietro Maximoff)
Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of torture, mentions of abuse, narrowminded shithead army fuck, injuries, this might turn into a RP thing which does not ever have to be matched in length.
Word Count: 1648
Wade was heading home – he’d spent the evening at Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children. It had (eventually) been a fun night, though it took him some time to get back into his game, mainly because he missed Pietro. He’d shot some pool, thrown knives (instead of darts) and won, arm wrestled some bikers, shared some of his latest adventures and mishaps – and more importantly, caught up with Weasel. As he said bye to the guys at the door everyone seemed to be in good spirits, telling him not to forget them, come back soon, bring the Silvery guy. It made him smile; how easy it was to jump back into his old lifestyle.
Wade cut through a back alley. It was faster, besides, he wasn’t afraid that anyone would jump him. I’m friggin Deadpool after all. I can hold my own. It was dark, he could hardly see the contours of the trash bins and flattened cardboard boxes that told tales of hobos and junkies. They’d be off the street at night, though. Dark shadows moved between them. Rats or cats most likely. The street lights were like small glowing dots far up ahead – it gave him the whole “light at the end of your tunnel” feeling – though he was pretty sure there was no light at the end of his. Hell, I won’t even get to do the tunnel. I can’t die. He huffed to himself.
Somewhere someone hummed an all too familiar tune. At first he thought it came from one of the apartments above him. It floated in and out of the noises of the city, but grew more solid as he walked forward. It’s tones were in minor, sad but oddly comforting. How they moved up and down felt like being rocked back and forth, safe in someone’s embrace. Maybe because that’s what he tied to them. The melody drew him to a place he thought he’d left behind ages ago. Wade froze and listened. The hum broke into song with actual words – and it became painfully evident that it wasn’t performed by the one he expected to hear it from. Even he noticed that it was accented; not native Ukrainian. The tiny hope he had that Pietro had sought him out was ripped away from him.
“That does not belong to you,” Wade spoke to the street lights up ahead, as he glanced around. He couldn’t actually see anyone… Could he?
“No? I don’t think it’s yours either.” the voice was raspy, as if they’ve had too much whiskey, which wasn’t too far from the truth. He instantly recognised the owner of it.
“You’re still alive, eh? I thought you drowned yourself in a barrel of Jack.” Wade muttered, still trying to figure out where he was hidden. “Why don’t you come out and play. Did you bring your tasers this time? I love that electric tingle.” Wade went for his gun and realised far too late that he wasn’t carrying. Shit. Well, the throwing knives would have to do. Wade reached under his jacket – finding that most of them had been left in the target back at the bar. Fuck. That’s unfortunate. Fists it is, then.
Ladies and gents. I give you Lieutenant Trevor Blake. A tall guy. Buzz cut. Grey eyes – to match his soul. Broad shoulders and slim waist; used to lift a lot. Intimidating. The kind of man you’re silent around. That instils fear and/or respect in people. Old Trev was a friend of my father’s. They served together. Were practically bros. When I enlisted - he was the guy to make sure I got kicked down. Not that I didn’t deserve it, but that fucker seemed to enjoy taking the crap out of me as much as my father had. Maybe he held me responsible for his death… Hell do I care. Shortly after I left the military to start my mercenary business, he got kicked out too. Unruly conduct with the soldiers, they said. Drunk at the job, too. Dealing with shit from the pasts. Screams of victims, gunshot echoes. He got what he deserved. If he wasn’t such a miserable fuck a veteran, I would have taken him out myself. For free. I thought he died. How wrong was I? After I signed up for Weapons-X he turned up like the fucking pest he is. Stryker must have pulled him clean out of AA, given him the green suit and patched the stars back on him. They probably share the same fascist mind set. I don’t want to talk to him long enough to find out. Our very last encounter had him trying to get me to pass out and giving me verbal hell at the same time – and I was mouthing off. It turned ugly. Let’s say he hit a nerve, I broke free from my restraints. Beat him raw and bloody. Got knocked out of course. Punished. I never saw him again. My guess is his pride took a hit for the worse… Or maybe I actually got him hospitalised. At least I made sure no one else would suffer him.
Trevor chuckled darkly as he appeared from the darkness, nothing more than a silhouette in front of him. A fucking ghost from his past. He hummed some of the tune to taunt him more before he spoke;
“It was a cute song you homos shared back there.”
Wade’s jaw clenched. “Yeah? Are you jealous Trev? Too bad I never was into the old abusive shits huh?”
“And I never was into the scarred freaks. How you holdin’ up, boy?” The last word was condescending. It took all of Wade’s effort not to cringe, not to remember all those times he’d said it like that – with the physical upper hand.
“Far better than you, lieutenant mc-drunk face.” Wade pulled out one of his knives. The streetlights betrayed him – and it glittered in the darkness.
“I see your insults haven’t gotten any better.” Trevor pressed. “Tell me – what are you doing with that mutant, huh? If your father knew…”
“How was it you worded it? Homo? Yeah. I’m totally gay for that guy.” Which wasn’t a lie. His chest swelled with love whenever he talked of Pietro, and he knew it stung the old man. “And my father is dead.” He added coldly, and flipped the knife before he sent it flying. Trevor was experienced, and despite his age he hadn’t slowed – so he was able to deflect it. Wade felt the knife belt. He had one more. Be careful now.
“Thank god. To think of how he’d feel, knowing what you’ve become.” Trevor spat.
“I don’t give a rats ass about either one of you. But hey, since you care so much about him – how about you join him?” Wade tried not to let the anger he felt colour his voice.
“You’re gonna take me out, boy?” he laughed.
Wade’s blood boiled. He drew a deep breath, to keep focus.
Several things happened at once, once he let go of that knife.
He felt a jabbing pain to his neck. He heard Trevor grunt. Someone kicked him behind the knee and clawed at his shoulders. The next thing he knew, he was facing the smog of the city, groaning. His head was spinning. He tried to feel his neck, but someone stepped on his hand. He saw two, no… four? Eight? Figures standing over him. Hallucinating. They’ve drugged me.
“That’s clever of you, but fucking weak. You know I’d take you out, old man.” Wade slurred, trying not to let whatever they have injected him with pull him under. “What do you want?” He actually feared that they’d lock him back up, torture him again - - - and keep him from Pietro. Wade attempted to trash, but it felt like he was under water. He just couldn’t move properly.
Trevor moved into view. He pulled the knife out from his side, groaning as he did so.
“Amateur throw, boy. Missed my vitals.” Trevor turned the knife and jammed it into Wade’s heart with massive force, drawing an awful scream from his lips. “That’s what you want to aim for. Try to get some practise in, eh?” Trevor patted halfway slapped his cheek with bloody fingers, Wade desperately tried to turn his head away – but couldn’t. Trevor searched Wade’s pockets – found what he was looking for and sniffed as he straightened up, looming over him.
“That injection we gave you? It slows your healing for a while. Won’t stop it – but it’ll make you feel like hell for a little longer.” Trevor leered, before he whispered the last four words. “Ajax sends his regards,”
Wade’s eyes widened. Fuck no – not those two together. He wanted to call Ajax out, say that he was a fucking chicken for not coming after him himself – but he never got the chance to. He saw the underside of Trevor’s boot, who stepped on his face, knocking him clean out.
Trevor tossed Wade’s cellphone over to one of his guys – getting him to unlock it. He went through his messages, not surprised to find Pietro on top of his texts. He took a photo of Wade, knocked out, with the broken jaw and nose – bleeding from the face, syringe standing out of his neck and oh – the knife in his heart, wrote “If you want him, come get him.” hit send and threw the phone on top of Wade.
“Let’s move out. The mutant freak might be here in no time.” Trevor instructed his guys – and they disappeared back into the shadows. They’d have time to leave because Trevor hadn’t revealed their location. And Wade? He was left bleeding, injured, drugged and alone – except forthe rats and cats that still lurked in the shadows. Trevor smirked as he saw the little figures moving up to the body.
Yeah... it’s been a while. Sorry I was recently reminded that I had forgotten about this series so I got writing. I think this is the last one but I left it on a bit of a hanger so I suppose if I get time I could still do one more... But it’s up to you guys really. Would you read more? Let me know :)
Also B/N is your first daughters name and N/B/N is new babies name because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
The other parts are all linked here (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7)
~Much love, Ive
It had been another nine months of whale noises and weird cravings. Somehow Wade had convinced you having a second child would be a great idea, but at this point in time you were starting to regret it. Your feet were swollen and you ached all over, you were also having the weirdest and most vivid dreams. You still couldn’t get last nights dream out of your head, it was something about Wade painting everything in your house red and black to match his Deadpool suit. The dream itself wasn’t that weird it was more the fact that it was something he would probably do and that was worrying. You settled yourself into bed, trying to push out the horror of an entirely red and black house while Wade was putting B/N to sleep. He must have gotten her to sleep faster than usual becasue within a few minutes he was already in the bedroom.
“How’s my son doing?” He asked, settling down in bed next to you and rubbing your belly.
“It might not be a boy!” You laughed, you and Wade had been having this argument for at least nine months. It could’ve been settled by asking the doctor becasue with all those damn scans they would know but you and Wade had a bet going and you were going to wait until it popped out to decide who won.
“I am so getting to chose the name, it is definitely a boy. I can feel it in my balls.” You were starting to wish you’d never made the bet now, if it was a girl you got to chose the name but if it was a boy it was Wade’s decision. As much as you loved Wade you did not trust him with baby names.
“I don’t want to hear about your balls right now.” You laughed, “I seriously think tonight could be the night. I feel like I’m going to explode.” You groaned. “Wade, what are you going to call him… if he is a boy.” I asked the seriousness of the bet finally hitting me.
“That is a surprise. You will find out after you’ve pushed him out.” He laughed and gave you a kiss, and said goodnight.
It was about 3o’clock when you woke up, it was surprising that B/N had even slept this long. You knew this feeling, your waters had broken.
“Wade!” You slapped his arm lightly, trying to wake him up. He just groaned and rolled over. “Are you kidding me? WADE!” You hit him harder. He screamed a little and sat upright.
“What?” He hissed, pissed off that I’d woken up.
“The baby is coming.” I sort of smiled a little, knowing that Wade was about to go into full panic mode, which he did.
“Jesus, why didn’t you wake me sooner?” He gasped and leapt from the bed, grabbing the hospital bag you’d packed and started to call your parents so they could look after B/N while you were gone.
“I couldn’t have woken you sooner, it literally just happened!” You laughed, before groaning and clutching my stomach.
“Can you not right now, I’m on the phone.” You laughed but it didn’t sound like he was joking, he was way too panicked right now and it was hilarious.
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The two of you finally made it to the hospital and after what seemed like a lifetime you finally gave birth to another baby girl. You held her close to your chest and looked at Wade who was sitting beside you. You noticed a tear roll down his face.
“Sad you lost the bet?” You laughed.
“Yeah, yeah that’s definitely it.” He wiped the tear off his face and let out a gentle laugh, “So what are you naming her then?”
“Oh! I hadn’t even though about it that much, I sort of thought it was a boy I just didn’t want to tell you, so I hadn’t thought of one.” You bit your lip and looked down at the little pink bundle you held in your arms.
“Well I’ve got you covered becasue I was thinking, N/B/N?”
“Wade that’s beautiful.” You smiled at him and your new baby.
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It wasn’t long before B/N made her way into the hospital, you could hear her before you saw her. She came into the room holding hands with Wade and talking to him at the top of her lungs. You couldn’t help but smile at tear up a little just hearing your first daughter.
“Mummy!” She squealed when she saw you.
“Hi, gorgeous girl.” You kissed her cheek as best you could with N/B/N still in your arms, “You ready to meet your sister?”
Hello my lovelies, I have more Deadpool for you. I have one more to do which was a request about having another child. I just felt like it was too bigger jump to go straight into it. One more after this! And then I’ll be done.
Also B/N =babies name (so you can make your own decision) and Y/E/C =your eye colour.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
~Much love, Ive
You’d been at work all day and were desperate to get home. As you dragged yourself through the door you could hear your two-year-old giggling. You dropped your bag and wandered into the lounge room where Wade and B/N were both sitting on the couch giggling at the TV. They were a sight, they both had the exact same expression on their faces. Wide eyes and big smiles, both totally engrossed. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself becasue they both looked hilarious but on the other hand you were dying to give them both a big hug.
“Hello.” You chirped scooping up B/N from the couch. She squealed in excitement and you spun her in the air.
“My turn.” Wade called as he stood up from the couch.
“Yeah, I’m going to be able to lift you.” You said sarcastically, “Daddy’s a bit silly, isn’t he?” You said to the child hanging off your hip, still with the biggest, cutest smile on her face… which seemed to match Wade’s. You couldn’t quite get over how similar they looked.
When you’d finally put her to sleep, after struggling with a toddler who just didn’t want to sleep, you and Wade crashed onto the couch.
“I can’t get over how much she’s like you.” You said to Wade, snuggling into him.
“Are you kidding? She looks exactly like you.”
“No! She’s got your smile and your cheekiness. Oh! Don’t even get me started on her bad language, which is entirely your fault.” You laughed.
“Okay, but she looks like you. She’s got those stunning Y/E/C eyes and your nose.” He poked your nose and you crinkled it in protest making him laugh.
“Well we both know I’m the better looking one, so she’ll turn out great.”
“Whoa, Y/N! That’s where you’re mistaken, look at this face.” You both laughed. “Seriously though, she’s beautiful. I want like twelve.”
“I am not having twelve children! One was painful enough.”
“Okay, meet me half way here, one more?” He wasn’t joking anymore and you looked right at him. You were both tired and constantly cleaning up after this ridiculously toddler but for some reason it seemed like a great idea.
“I must be sleep deprived… but yeah. That would actually be kind of amazing.” You rubbed your eyes a little, really feeling tired.
“Alrighty! Let’s get onto this then.” Wade clapped his hands together and went to stand. You laughed and stood, you were about to give him a kiss when you heard B/N start crying.
Wade Wilson (Deadpool)- A Comforting Fantasy (Request)
Request: Hello! Can you do a Wade Wilson x Reader before he becomes mutant-ified and reader comforts him? Thank you! ❤️ P.S. Love your blog!
Thank you requester! It’s always nice to be told our blog is loved and we love all of you. This is a Deadpool request that isn't apart of our mini-series, written by the lovely Ives, so if you’re craving some more Deadpool and haven’t read it yet, that might be the place to go XP I won’t lie, I had a lot of fun with this though I don’t know how good it is... But nevertheless, I thank you for your request and a very pleasant Happy Reading to you :)
~Tab
You and Wade were sat in the doctor’s office. You’d just been given the news. You’d just been handed Wade’s death sentence. You talked to the doctors, clutching onto Wade’s hand.
“Isn’t there anything we can do?” The doctors gave you some techie biological doctor talk and you tried desperately hard to understand. You nodded and asked more questions until you were sure there were no more that you could ask. You nodded. Wade had just been looking at you, his eyes tracing your face. You were both silent as you left the office, still clutching each other’s hands. Your grip was so tight you were sure your hands were going to go numb….
Why did it have to be like this?
Why? What had Wade ever done wrong? You knew his past had a few bad patches but his intentions had always been in the right place.
You weren’t giving up.
You both got into the car, Wade at the wheel. Why you trusted him to drive, you had no clue. Every time you handed him the keys you knew you were going to be hanging on for dear life at his reckless behaviour. But now… now it was Wade hanging on for dear life. The best man you’d ever met and he…. You breathed in deeply and looked over at him, offering him a tight-lipped smile. He also breathed in, but he looked like he was swallowing a lump in his throat. Everything was still for a moment. Terribly, suffocatingly still.
“Dammit!” He yelled and slammed a fist against the edge of the steering wheel. “Dammit!”
A tear rolled down your cheek that’d you’d been holding.
“Wade….” You started.
“I just…” He looked down towards his feet. “We were going to get married, Y/N….” A few tears were rolling down his own cheeks. You grabbed his arm.
“We still could.” You smiled at him.
“We could.” He admitted. “But… I wanted more time with you… I never thought I wouldn’t get it….” Your heart missed a beat, the realisation a part of your life might be missing him in it was too tragic. It hurt too much. It was like someone took an important piece of a jigsaw puzzle, something big and right in the centre, and they peeled off the paint and gave it back so it was blank. It was there, but there was nothing there also. Something that should be but wasn’t. You shook your head.
“If you did have that time with me…. what would we do?” Even if you didn’t get your puzzle piece for real…. you still wanted to know what it would’ve looked like. What you would’ve painted on it if given the chance. Tears threatened to spill over the edges of your eyes but you held them back. Wade was upset. That was what mattered.
“What do you mean?” Wade was confused.
“I mean… if we could grow old together…. I’d make sure we lived somewhere not in the city so you couldn’t get into trouble so much.”
“Somewhere out in the country…. Near a beach so we could walk on it.”
“And a park nearby so if we had kids we could go down there every Sunday.”
“And with an ice cream shop so if Mum’s being crazy, me and the kids can go hit up the ice cream shop so I’ll be their favourite parent.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he would.
“And…. when we’re old…. we’ll be sat on a park bench, looking back at all the Sunday afternoons spent there, that time one of the kids got their kite caught in the breeze… that time one of them jumped into a puddle and splashed like, everyone…. that time the kids were like ‘actually we like mum better ‘cause she’s funnier than dad’ and you’ll grab my hand because we’ll still be romantic suckers.” Wade smiled.
“And even when we’re old, we’ll still have amazing sex.” Wade nodded to himself.
“Of course your mind went there.” You rolled your eyes again. Wade smiled and started up the car. You both knew it was a fantasy but… it was helping you cope for now. You just hoped Wade wouldn’t do anything stupid.
