❛ i know i’ll regret telling you this but yes my son is back. and yes that’s the one you know. ❜ // @douchepool
❛ i know i’ll regret telling you this but yes my son is back. and yes that’s the one you know. ❜ // @douchepool
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His back hits the wall with a dull ‘thud’, & he blinks a few times before smirking, quick to slip his fingers in Wade’s belt loops and pull him closer. ❛❛ Pushing me against the wall in an alley way, huh? Very romantic... ❜❜ He drawls, hooded gaze leveled upwards, a sly smirk curling his lips as he lets his hands stroke up his husband’s abs, his chest... ❛❛ I mean, I just saw a rat. It doesn't get any better. ❜❜ Honestly, they could be anywhere and Danny would still WANT the man pinning him to the wall. ❛❛ You better get to kissing me, before ratatouille over there decides to use my body for cooking... Yes, I know the rat’s name is Remy, I’m not a heathen... In that way. I’m a heathen in plenty of other ways. ❜❜
„it was a lie .” Did he mean it ? It sounded like he meant it . “I don’t love You , Danny . It was nice to have fun , but that’s it .”
unprompted asks: accepting !
The words are like a bucket of ice water dowsed over his head, like a sharp knife shoved into his chest. Danny’s eyebrows are raised, & he’s somewhat frozen, staring at his husband with unblinking eyes that sting with tears that threaten to fall before he scoffs and shakes his head, seemingly nonchalant as he puts a hand on his hip. ❛❛ Remember when I said jokes like that aren’t funny? ❜❜ He can’t help his immediate reaction, the fear of Wade leaving him always hanging above his head no matter how secure he feels in their relationship.
He’s always ready for someone to decide they hate him and leave. ❛❛ Because they’re not funny. Fucking with me like that is the lowest form of comedy, sweetheart. ❜❜ He might be smiling right now, but it’s sharp, not reaching his eyes as he reaches out to pat Wade’s cheek. ❛❛ I’m booing you off stage, that’s how bad it is. Boo, tomato tomato. ❜❜ And despite his humor, the impact of the words HURT him, even if Wade is merely joking around. God, Danny hopes he’s just joking around.
@douchepool : “ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
THIS HELPLESSNESS, it was a familiar feeling. didn’t want to feel it. didn’t want to be clinging onto the other for dear life, bruised and bleeding, black dripping down half naked form. got in over their heads. thought they had the element of surprise, but they knew they were coming. were primed with anti - symbiote tech. fire and sound. FIRE AND SOUND. all of a sudden, predator became the prey. put up a good fight. still had his strength. that anger, coursing through his veins... it bought him time. left him hanging on... for back up.
now, he could barely stand, a hand wrapped around the mercenary’s shoulders for support. HADN’T FELT THIS WAY IN A LONG TIME. perhaps, since san francisco. his dad. and he was alone. so completely, petrifyingly, alone. alone to rely on wade wilson... he’d had worse odds.
“ i’m -------- i’m tapping out here, man... ” managed weakly through smoke filled lungs, and he hated it. the singularity in his statement. THERE WAS NO WE, RIGHT NOW. his symbiote had long retreated in fear, if they had even managed so much. maybe it was worse. maybe they were dead. but no, no, he’d feel that, right? ( talk to me. please, please! ) “ you gotta let me go. you gotta let me go... ”
@douchepool ♥’d for a starter , and got chucky!nica .
A STREAM OF LAUGHTER ESCAPES HIM , eyeing the person who is dressed --- in his opinion ----- the worst superhero costume ever . [ like , what were they even supposed to be ? WHO WERE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE ? ] “ it’s a little early to be celebrating halloween , don’cha think ? ” still unable to contain his laughter he glances at the person with a wide grin on his face . “ alright , HUMOR ME , who’re you even supposed to be ? ”
@douchepool ♡ for a lyrical starter
❛ was it obvious to everybody else that i'd fallen for a lie ? ❜
TARGET : WILSON , WADE LOCATION : @douchepool ASSIGNMENT : the cruel prince. ENCRYPTED : ❝ I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I? ❞
SHE GIVES HIM A FAUX - ANNOYED GRIN. jezebel supposes he is charming , in his own special way --- certainly funny and she can’t deny , she admires the way he fights. and then --- there’s that thing they share. the desire to be good when their impulses tell them to tear everything apart. maybe he has charmed her --- not that she needs to admit that.
❝ oh , is that so ? ❞ gloved hand reaches out , tapping once on his nose.
ᴊᴀsᴏɴ's ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ғɪᴛ
ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ ❝ WE AREN’T THE FUCKING SAME. I’M NOT LIKE YOU. ❞ ( @douchepool )
95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face .
nonverbal prompts: accepting !
Eyes are puffy and red from crying, bottom lip trembling, cheeks rosy and stained with tears. Danny’s had a rough day —— it was a series of let downs and exhausting situations, & he was more than glad to come home to his husband. It didn’t take long for him to break down and start crying, but Wade was there to comfort him, as per usual... ❛❛ Today just sucked. ❜❜ He murmurs, now cried out, face cradled in Wade’s strong hands. Danny’s eyes are shut, his body lax as he relishes in the gentle hold, the warmth of Wade’s hands making him feel much better. ❛❛ I’m so glad I have you... Not to get all mushy... ❜❜ He says it like he wasn’t just sobbing.
@douchepool : you were always fucking late.
“yeah ...” there was guilt, it hung heavy in his voice like a weight- though it only lasted so long before he threw back exactly the thing wade despised. “but what kinda me would there be without horrible punctuality? all i’d have left are my muscles, my looks-” counting on one hand, head tilted to the side to convey proper thought process. “the boring stuff. i like to think being late keeps people on their toes! will i show up? will i not? the suspense even kills me sometimes.” waving a hand to dismiss the topic, they could sense something unkind if they didn’t can it. this was the way of the world, his world, tenseness hid behind short breaths and chatter. realizing now, he’d been slipping again, wasting people’s time because he couldn’t manage his own.
arms rose slightly as a silent apology, a few steps back were taken to place more distance between the two. “you’re right.” heavy sigh followed his confession. he was late, he’d been late and would probably continue to be so. excitable demeanor lessened and molded into self reflection. no wonder they’d been so strained lately, the two of them. he was doing it again. “i’m- getting kinda bad at the whole juggling thing ... as usual.”
@douchepool, baby boy.
❝ i’m ok, ❞ you are quick to reassure him before questions can be asked, knowing wade as you do : the moment he sees you hurt - bruised and bleeding and well exhausted, you expect his reaction to be ... well, truthfully. you can’t say for sure what you expect his reaction to be. you have never been injured or ill while with him. he comes to you sometimes, dragging his body in to your care and you tend to his wounds while he heals. it’s strange, being on the other side of things. but you can’t quite quell the concern you feel for him when he sees you. so you repeat, ❝ i’m ok, i promise. ❞
❛ you wanna do something fun ? ❜
ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏғ ғᴜɴ? ❝ I don't associate with hired hands. I think you're scum. ❞
“ i’m sorry i was late… are you alright? they didn’t hurt you too badly, did they? “ / @douchepool
her back is pressed against the lush yield of green fields when he approaches, his form blocking out the sun from her eyes so she is saved from squinting to savour his face. [ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢. ] amora inhales a deep breath and rises to her seat, elbows locked behind her as she plays off her rapid descent to earth as nothing more than a calculated lounge. ❝ oh, it was quite fun actually. ❞
she smiles up at him and offers him her hand to take, using the ready hold to pull herself onto her feet and strike at the blades of grass that cling to her pant leg. ❝ did i call you to you, or did you see a plummeting asgardian and thought to be my hero ? ❞ she teases but is grateful for his presence - she doesn’t come to expect to find anyone when she falls from grace.
“ STOP -------- NGH! ” teeth gritted together, eyes squeezed shut as pain hit. “ ... staring at us like that. ” us, being half encased in alien flesh, dark tendrils retreating to dig into a certain wound within his upper thigh, retrieve bullet still lodged inside. “ ... it’s weird... ” / @douchepool
“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”
❝ DUDE! SERIOUSLY?! ❞ it's not funny, scott! at least, it shouldn't be. okay...people a little funny. truth is, deadpool is hilarious. the only person scott truly found funnier than himself. something about just being around him had scott giggling on the inside but he's supposed to be serious right now! ❝i just don't think i'm very gun-sy? you know?❞ scott makes a face. he doesn't want to dissapoint. he's used to doing that for a lot of people. but he's been picked out for some reason. that had to count for something. when he's got a job, he'll do it the best way he knew how in scott's own special little way. he likes having being around talented people. and again, deadpool is so cool, not that he'd tell him tht too much. a little weird but people said the same about him so natural, scott like to get along with him. ❝ so i don't really shoot people, man. i punch em' super hard and hope they stay down. can i do that instead? like how i showed you before. i grow into it❞
❛ in my defence , they were already unconscious when i found them . ❜
"What does that even mean?" She could kick herself as her voice raises. Was she trying to bring someone else's attention to the situation? Though it wasn't the only question racing through her mind. The main one being, how did she keep ending up in these situations?
Her instinct was to blame Wade, he was the only constant besides herself and he made a much better scapegoat than she did. Otherwise she might have to admit it was kind of exhilarating.
@douchepool liked for a starter.
❝ 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐒, 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋— 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. ❞
does she look disgusted? she feels disgusted. ( what the hell is he doing in a random back alley? is he dumpster diving? he can't be that weird. ) ellie considers turning the other way with her breakfast bagel & leaving someone else to deal with whatever mess wade has gotten himself into, but she trudges nearer, kneeling down by his side.
teeth rip off a piece of the bagel, & the silence that ensues is only broken by the sound of chewing, &— finally— her voice once again, filled with genuine concern.
❝ —— you okay? need help? ❞
send a 👫and i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship / accepting !
1. due to being completely computer illiterate, cindy created a letter campaign to ben & jerry's to petition for a flavour titled ' deadpool's delightful disaster ' after one night of watching him mix ice cream with pickles, chocolate sprinkles and maraschino cherries. it was not well-received and was only available on limited release. 2. although not quick to assert himself in her silk duties, there are times where deadpool often watches to make sure nothing goes awry but will only interject when asked. 3. speaking to their stark difference in moral code, cindy still finds it difficult to reconcile wade's decision when it comes to determining life or death. she understands that there are factors at play that she would never understand, given his long-life and the often macabre nature of his work, so they have adopted a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy when it comes to his dealings and it's never done in front of her. 4. cindy has developed a rather complex system or free-hanging webs within a few square blocks of new york city to allow wade to believe that he is indeed web-slinging - although she is close by and never once has let him fall.
THE TASTE OF COPPER IS BITTER , seeping through clenched teeth as exhausted vision scans the surroundings , an attempt to determine where the hell he crashed landed . a hand reaches to wipe across pursed lips . brows furrow , telltale look of indignation muddling otherwise pristine [ if he does say so himself ! ] features . ❛ DUDE , genuine question . . . are you ever not hungry ?? i’ve heard you say it at least five times in the last 10 minutes - you talk REALLY loud , by the way . ❜ / @douchepool
❝ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU & WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT ? ❞ it's way too fucking early to be dealing with this. first he's dreaming about his first ever leading on stage role & then he's rudely awakened by some dude in tight red spandex standing in the middle of his apartment , doing . . . whatever it is guys in red spandex do. fuck , fuck , fuck , he is not at all prepared for this. in the wake of his panic , mason rushes out of bed to the corner of the room , grabbing the nearest , heaviest object on his bedside table ( his alarm clock ) & chucking it at the intruder at full force. ❝ FUCK OFF ! you are not welcomed here ! i'm not even into bdsm ! YOU HAVE THE WRONG GUY ! ❞
starring @douchepool as deadpool ━━ starter call.