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[ Wade doesn't reply for a long time. He's been fighting with the voices he's been hearing more and more and Thanksgiving had just been a clusterfuck of shouting and bashing his skull into everything and anything he could find to try to shut them up. ]
thanks, honeybunches. You too. Hope you're having a good one xxx
I hadn't noticed.
thanks, honeybunches. You too. Hope you're having a good one xxx
I hadn't noticed.
why are there over a dozen tupperware containers of cookies sitting in the kitchen
Um...hi! You're Wade, right? And you're Cable's roommate? I um...wanted to make him something for Christmas...a little late, but I don't know the sort of things he likes? I was wondering if maybe you knew.
Cable? You want to get the big Scrooge something for Christmas? Uuuuhhhh. Well, that's a tough question, Vigil. Vigil, right? Not Virgil? [ Is that the sound of him opening a bag of potato chips.... The following crunch would definitely be an answer. ] Cable is a manrobotcyborgmutant of few interests. Shooting, stabbing, being part robot, killing kids, badtouching time. Y'know that sort of stuff. [ Crunch! ]
[Wade and Lance have spoken only twice, but he'll receive a red envelope with a little green bow from the delivery dogs, and 'Happy Holidays!' is written on the front. Inside is a picture of Lance in his paladin armor, standing in front of the Red Lion doing a cool pose with his bayard. The corner is signed with his signature and a message:]
'To Wade: consider this a free pass to go for a ride on my Lion! Sincerely, your new friend: Lance, Paladin of the Voltron Red Lion.'
'To Wade: consider this a free pass to go for a ride on my Lion! Sincerely, your new friend: Lance, Paladin of the Voltron Red Lion.'
Edited 2019-01-02 19:10 (UTC)
Sometime Early March, Post-Illness, just to have it started :^)
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quipsandthwips
2019-03-01 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Last time Wade saw Peter Parker, he was pretty much toast, right? Cure distributed, but condition infinitely worse. Honestly, Pete's not sure if Wade had to take a break from the medical tents or got his ass kicked out... especially after he saw the blow-up on the network (and yes, he could tell it was a blow-up, and yes, he could tell he was edging on doing something infinitely stupid). So the moment he can walk himself, he makes a bee-line for Wade Wilson's stupid stoop and stands there with a hand on a wall or guard rail to keep himself from looking totally frazzled.
Hopefully showing up on his porch infinitely more healthy looking will ease whatever's going on with him — the cracks are all gone, leaving glossy marks that will fade over time. His skin is a healthy color again, and the light marks under his eyes are more from restlessness than illness. It just looks like someone with a hangover more than someone who was just about to croak.
knock knock knock
The moment Wade answers, Peter's already got words-]
"Busting knees and ankles up", huh???
Dude.
[Okay, he's partly worried about Wade's frame of mind and wants to pretty much welfare-check him, but also. Dude.]
Hopefully showing up on his porch infinitely more healthy looking will ease whatever's going on with him — the cracks are all gone, leaving glossy marks that will fade over time. His skin is a healthy color again, and the light marks under his eyes are more from restlessness than illness. It just looks like someone with a hangover more than someone who was just about to croak.
knock knock knock
The moment Wade answers, Peter's already got words-]
"Busting knees and ankles up", huh???
Dude.
[Okay, he's partly worried about Wade's frame of mind and wants to pretty much welfare-check him, but also. Dude.]
[ Wade's got his suit on again, his mask hiding his face, and whether that's because he ran out of chocolates or he just hadn't eaten one and was in a deep spiral of hating himself and everyone around him, well... that's the answer, honestly.
Excuse the whites of his mask widening a bit, as he stares silently at the very alive and healthy ish looking man on his stoop. Sure, he was scolding Wade, but as per usual, that went through one ear and out the other.
Wade steps forward, closing the distance between them and pulls him into a hug, still touching him with the same gentleness he'd reserved for when he didn't want to hurt Peter's skin. And no one can say Wade Wilson gives bad hugs, not when he's melting against Peter and pressing his mask to one of his shoulders. ]
You're okay. [ It's muttered into that shoulder with a strong sense of relief.
Sorry, did you come here to scold him, Peter? Maybe teach him the difference between right and wrong and hope it sticks?
Through the open door, the inside of his house looks like an angry tornado blew through; the floor is littered in everything from broken glass, plates and tupperware. Pieces of furniture are overturned, and it's probably enough of a nightmare that Cable is going to have a cybernetic stroke when he gets back. And that's just what's visible through the doorway. ]
Excuse the whites of his mask widening a bit, as he stares silently at the very alive and healthy ish looking man on his stoop. Sure, he was scolding Wade, but as per usual, that went through one ear and out the other.
Wade steps forward, closing the distance between them and pulls him into a hug, still touching him with the same gentleness he'd reserved for when he didn't want to hurt Peter's skin. And no one can say Wade Wilson gives bad hugs, not when he's melting against Peter and pressing his mask to one of his shoulders. ]
You're okay. [ It's muttered into that shoulder with a strong sense of relief.
Sorry, did you come here to scold him, Peter? Maybe teach him the difference between right and wrong and hope it sticks?
Through the open door, the inside of his house looks like an angry tornado blew through; the floor is littered in everything from broken glass, plates and tupperware. Pieces of furniture are overturned, and it's probably enough of a nightmare that Cable is going to have a cybernetic stroke when he gets back. And that's just what's visible through the doorway. ]
[ What had started out as a funny joke (mostly) has maybe turned into a bizarre money sink to a seamstress followed by a very uncomfortable walk to Wade's house. Are corsets this uncomfortable for women? Who knows! All Bucky's sure of is that you're not supposed to wear them with jeans and a hoodie. That's what he's wearing, though, and on a day he's reasonably sure is close enough to Wade's birthday, too. Network snooping only gets a guy so far, apparently.
When he knocks on Wade's door, he's got the hoodie zipped up. Can't ruin a good surprise, right? Also if Wade has company, he'd rather not get caught like that by some poor, innocent person. ]
Heard it was some asshole's birthday.
[ This might be dumb, even for him. ]
When he knocks on Wade's door, he's got the hoodie zipped up. Can't ruin a good surprise, right? Also if Wade has company, he'd rather not get caught like that by some poor, innocent person. ]
Heard it was some asshole's birthday.
[ This might be dumb, even for him. ]
[ When Wade answers the door it's hard to tell if he'd been sleeping or if he'd has his mask on with the way his short hair is sticking up and to the side pretty awkwardly. He looks pretty alert though, so it was probably the mask causing it. He's not in his suit, instead he's in civvies, a black hoodie and a pair of black sweats.
And yes, that is Yentl playing in the background... let him live. ]
I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to kill whoever told you that.
[ He steps aside, opening the door a bit wider. Cable's... Somewhere. Wade's pretty sure he isn't in the house... Though he's not the guy's dad. ... God, there's a thought... He sure as fuck hopes not. Note to self: research the movie genealogy and threaten Ryan Reynolds. ]
And yes, that is Yentl playing in the background... let him live. ]
I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to kill whoever told you that.
[ He steps aside, opening the door a bit wider. Cable's... Somewhere. Wade's pretty sure he isn't in the house... Though he's not the guy's dad. ... God, there's a thought... He sure as fuck hopes not. Note to self: research the movie genealogy and threaten Ryan Reynolds. ]
Sir Deadpoole, you told me I shoud call you first if I'm in need of aid?
Please do not be alarmed, but I have been
somewhat wounded.
And help would be appreshiated.
[everything hurts and he has a few regrets]
Please do not be alarmed, but I have been
somewhat wounded.
And help would be appreshiated.
[everything hurts and he has a few regrets]
Text. 001/235 | Starting April 8th or so and going into April 11th? Or some such.
quipsandthwips
2019-04-10 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[After that... terrible ordeal that Wade dare not speak of... Peter figures he's gonna have to get the guy to open up and not sulk away from him forever. Just... how to do it. That's the eternal question. So.
He's just gonna... text him.
And it goes from there.
The first of... many, many texts:]
Wade, can we talk about what happened?
He's just gonna... text him.
And it goes from there.
The first of... many, many texts:]
Wade, can we talk about what happened?
Dude, you can't just ignore texts forever, have you ever been spammed to death?
Because I know how to spam someone to death. Maybe not literal death unless you're allergic to pixels.
Because I know how to spam someone to death. Maybe not literal death unless you're allergic to pixels.
(turn around)
EVERY NOW AND THEN I GET A LITTLE BIT LONELY
AND YOU'RE NEVER COMING 'ROUND
( wynonna is probably grateful to be spared )
EVERY NOW AND THEN I GET A LITTLE BIT LONELY
AND YOU'RE NEVER COMING 'ROUND
( wynonna is probably grateful to be spared )
Edited 2019-04-10 04:49 (UTC)
I'm going to preface this by saying I'm not admitting I'm evil. But I don't know how to properly start this without telling you who I am and you know me as Evil Peter.
So.
This is Evil Peter. Get back to me when you can?
So.
This is Evil Peter. Get back to me when you can?
[Peter crawls through an apartment window in Manhattan, strips off his Spider-Man suit, and practically collapses into his shower — and when he wanders back out with a towel on his head and nowhere else, Mary Jane is lying on their bed — not wearing much else herself. She wasn't there before, and they're definitely not a couple, and this hasn't been a thing in well over a year now — but she smiles and wags a bent knee forward and backward as she sits on her side with a hand propping up her cheek.
"How about you get me out of this," she says, cocking her eyebrow, and he crawls maybe a little too eagerly into the bed — not even just for the promise of a shaking headboard, but because he's missed her so damn much, and it's so good to be true. He accidentally snaps a strap on her bra and apologizes and promises to buy her a hundred sexy new bras; ha! Imagine being able to afford that, even as a millionaire; they're like $3,000 dollars each, it's a Fact.
He's confused by the vintage 50's poster's on the wall, people in pastel clothes, Bettys carrying their tied up husbands to giant fire spits. "Was that always-" His lip ends up between teeth, and MJ's sitting perched in his lap, skin to skin, her smile distracting him from every little inch of whatever feels so out of place—
He palms the smooth skin on her sides, as she runs a hand through his hair. Neither of them can seem to keep their hands or mouths under control. "Face it, Tiger," she whispers inbetween, "You hit the jackpot."
"Yeah, you sure have, Tiger" a familiar voice says huskily, and Wade Wilson, donning a redhaired wig and a terribly similar lingerie outfit, leans over from behind him to bite his earlobe— "Hey, could I borrow a cup of drain-o? Ha, just kidding—"
Peter gasps awake, laying across his couch with a throw half-hanging off him, wearing pajamas typically — a headdress of gauze atypically — and looks over toward the connecting hallway of the kitchen and living room with owlish eyes. He yanks the blanket up over him, all the way up to his neck, like a nun of shame, squawking at the familiar man wandering his halls:]
Wade!
How many times am I gonna tell you to knock first?!
...
Or shake the damn bottle of rocks!
"How about you get me out of this," she says, cocking her eyebrow, and he crawls maybe a little too eagerly into the bed — not even just for the promise of a shaking headboard, but because he's missed her so damn much, and it's so good to be true. He accidentally snaps a strap on her bra and apologizes and promises to buy her a hundred sexy new bras; ha! Imagine being able to afford that, even as a millionaire; they're like $3,000 dollars each, it's a Fact.
He's confused by the vintage 50's poster's on the wall, people in pastel clothes, Bettys carrying their tied up husbands to giant fire spits. "Was that always-" His lip ends up between teeth, and MJ's sitting perched in his lap, skin to skin, her smile distracting him from every little inch of whatever feels so out of place—
He palms the smooth skin on her sides, as she runs a hand through his hair. Neither of them can seem to keep their hands or mouths under control. "Face it, Tiger," she whispers inbetween, "You hit the jackpot."
"Yeah, you sure have, Tiger" a familiar voice says huskily, and Wade Wilson, donning a redhaired wig and a terribly similar lingerie outfit, leans over from behind him to bite his earlobe— "Hey, could I borrow a cup of drain-o? Ha, just kidding—"
Peter gasps awake, laying across his couch with a throw half-hanging off him, wearing pajamas typically — a headdress of gauze atypically — and looks over toward the connecting hallway of the kitchen and living room with owlish eyes. He yanks the blanket up over him, all the way up to his neck, like a nun of shame, squawking at the familiar man wandering his halls:]
Wade!
How many times am I gonna tell you to knock first?!
...
Or shake the damn bottle of rocks!
[ Wow. Peter sure is grumpy when he's awakened from his naps.
Wade pauses, head turning and the white of his mask narrowing when he listens to Peter scold him for probably the five thousandth time. And yes, it's back to the mask, apparently. Did it feel like they'd made progress the night Peter had harassed Wade into finally talking to him again?
It felt that way to Wade too. For about an hour and seventeen minutes exactly -- the amount of time that it took for him to convince himself that Peter really did mind. ]
I did, I even asked [ Wait, what is he looking at? ] -- What -- from the bottom of my heart -- the fuck is up with your head? Are you becoming a mummy?
[ Oh, this is exactly what you wanted, right Peter? Because Wade certainly is heading towards him. ]
Fuck, what happened this time?
[ Don't expect to be a nun of shame for long either, because he'll be yanking that off soon when he gets it in his head that Peter's hiding more injuries. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that he interrupted a very interesting dream that Peter Jr was very invested in. It's a travesty, really. ]
Wade pauses, head turning and the white of his mask narrowing when he listens to Peter scold him for probably the five thousandth time. And yes, it's back to the mask, apparently. Did it feel like they'd made progress the night Peter had harassed Wade into finally talking to him again?
It felt that way to Wade too. For about an hour and seventeen minutes exactly -- the amount of time that it took for him to convince himself that Peter really did mind. ]
I did, I even asked [ Wait, what is he looking at? ] -- What -- from the bottom of my heart -- the fuck is up with your head? Are you becoming a mummy?
[ Oh, this is exactly what you wanted, right Peter? Because Wade certainly is heading towards him. ]
Fuck, what happened this time?
[ Don't expect to be a nun of shame for long either, because he'll be yanking that off soon when he gets it in his head that Peter's hiding more injuries. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that he interrupted a very interesting dream that Peter Jr was very invested in. It's a travesty, really. ]
cw: attempted suicide talk we really need better topics
quipsandthwips
- 2019-04-26 23:15 (UTC) - Expandlook i don't think you really need to cw in here ppl should expect it in here
4thwaller
- 2019-05-21 00:17 (UTC) - Expand[KNOCK KNOCK.
Or rather, Peter really does just say "knock knock" just before opening the front door to Wade's townhouse. Which is mostly just payback for him always breaking into Peter's house on his own accord — and hey! Peter apparently is a good lockpick! This is concerning and also maybe a grounds for wondering if the man is a criminal back home in secret. Wouldn't that just be wild? Mr. Boy Scout being a criminal?
Anyway, he's walking in, albeit with some slowness.]
Anything you don't want me to see, you might want to throw over your shoulder fast.
Or shove over the rug.
Are you trying to get a text stampede again?
[You've been radio-silent for a few days, my guy, and that's just not gonna fly.]
Or rather, Peter really does just say "knock knock" just before opening the front door to Wade's townhouse. Which is mostly just payback for him always breaking into Peter's house on his own accord — and hey! Peter apparently is a good lockpick! This is concerning and also maybe a grounds for wondering if the man is a criminal back home in secret. Wouldn't that just be wild? Mr. Boy Scout being a criminal?
Anyway, he's walking in, albeit with some slowness.]
Anything you don't want me to see, you might want to throw over your shoulder fast.
Or shove over the rug.
Are you trying to get a text stampede again?
[You've been radio-silent for a few days, my guy, and that's just not gonna fly.]
[ The exact time Wade had passed out on the floor was a mystery. Had he passed out on the floor? Did he pass out standing up? It's all a little foggy. What isn't a mystery is who is awakening him.
He tries to say "In here" but all that really comes out is a gross raspy noise that is definitely the tell-tale of a dry throat and a serious case of cotton mouth. He lets out a wheeze and then a groan as bleary eyes stare up at the ceiling of his living room. Hah, whose really living now, huh?
How long has he even been taking this little cat nap?
The suit and mask are in his bedroom -- way too far to even think about getting in this state. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter closed again as he tries to will the nausea in his stomach away. At least he looks mildly comfy in his weird band t-shirt and his pajamas, right? Ignore the fact that he looks ten shades too pale, and the dark purple circles under his eyes, and that fact that he looks like he's lost weight.
Oh, right, he'd been headed to the kitchen for water. Then the world started spinning. When was that again? He lets out another groan, trying to shoo away the thoughts, or how thinking about it makes his head hurt that much more.
He should get up. He should hide; it's going to ruin Peter's day to see the guy who looks like the personification of a ten car pile up look even worse. ]
He tries to say "In here" but all that really comes out is a gross raspy noise that is definitely the tell-tale of a dry throat and a serious case of cotton mouth. He lets out a wheeze and then a groan as bleary eyes stare up at the ceiling of his living room. Hah, whose really living now, huh?
How long has he even been taking this little cat nap?
The suit and mask are in his bedroom -- way too far to even think about getting in this state. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter closed again as he tries to will the nausea in his stomach away. At least he looks mildly comfy in his weird band t-shirt and his pajamas, right? Ignore the fact that he looks ten shades too pale, and the dark purple circles under his eyes, and that fact that he looks like he's lost weight.
Oh, right, he'd been headed to the kitchen for water. Then the world started spinning. When was that again? He lets out another groan, trying to shoo away the thoughts, or how thinking about it makes his head hurt that much more.
He should get up. He should hide; it's going to ruin Peter's day to see the guy who looks like the personification of a ten car pile up look even worse. ]
it's all water under the hood
it's all good under the bridge?
no that's only something homeless people and trolls would say
[ That is definitely not how any of those sayings go. But Wade isn't sure how to feel about any of this, honestly. He's back to being ridiculously frustrated at the town. Oh, how it only takes one thing to tip him from over the moon to manic.]
it's all good under the bridge?
no that's only something homeless people and trolls would say
[ That is definitely not how any of those sayings go. But Wade isn't sure how to feel about any of this, honestly. He's back to being ridiculously frustrated at the town. Oh, how it only takes one thing to tip him from over the moon to manic.]
let's leave it vague w the Peter thing since I haven't threaded it yet
4thwaller
- 2019-06-07 05:51 (UTC) - Expand[ In spite of all the crazy stuff going on, Wade will get a delivery with a box of cupcakes and a card. ]
Did you know in Germany they celebrate Father's Day by taking hand-pulled wagons filled with beer on hikes? They know how to have a good time.
So maybe you're not like OFFICIALLY a Dadpool, but you've probably had enough heart attacks taking care of kids here for it to count.
Just enjoy the cupcakes.
- Chloe
Did you know in Germany they celebrate Father's Day by taking hand-pulled wagons filled with beer on hikes? They know how to have a good time.
So maybe you're not like OFFICIALLY a Dadpool, but you've probably had enough heart attacks taking care of kids here for it to count.
Just enjoy the cupcakes.
- Chloe
[Diarmuid's too embarrassed to be as open about his gift-giving as Chloe...
... so he just panics and leaves a big bag of chocolates on Wade's porch with a postcard for Father's Day tied to it in twine.
It's not that — that he thinks Wade is his father, or anything...!
But you know, he's helped a lot. And Diarmuid has no father to gift this holiday, so...
... He rushes away.]
... so he just panics and leaves a big bag of chocolates on Wade's porch with a postcard for Father's Day tied to it in twine.
It's not that — that he thinks Wade is his father, or anything...!
But you know, he's helped a lot. And Diarmuid has no father to gift this holiday, so...
... He rushes away.]
Hey, so. Sorry for trying to kill you while I was a monster last week.
[ he feels bad ]
[ he feels bad ]
It's all bridges under the hood!
[ ... Yeah, he got that one wrong, but whatever. ]
Who hasn't done that sometime in their life? Especially me, people are trying to kill me ALL the time. Besides, I totally kicked monster you's ass. So I should be apologising to you.
You doing okay?
[ ... Yeah, he got that one wrong, but whatever. ]
Who hasn't done that sometime in their life? Especially me, people are trying to kill me ALL the time. Besides, I totally kicked monster you's ass. So I should be apologising to you.
You doing okay?
action; cw: bed-sharing panic, sleepwalking, hallucinations, etccccc weeee
quipsandthwips
2019-07-23 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter's totally neck-deep in all kinds of messed up mental space, which is probably weird to Wade, because he's supposed to be the 'sane one'. But yanno, sometimes you just get a little messed up from weird sleeping schedules and psychosis-inducing dream wandering, you know? Case in point, he's probably already noticed Peter's been kinda off lately. Waking up to blearily answer calls isn't super uncommon, but... it's been more and more frequent. As has been his ability to zone out into different dimensions in his head.
He's just. Not all there. He knows, they know, we all know. Or maybe he doesn't know, because any time it's brought up, there's a resounding 'oh yeah, sorry, I've been overworking myself a little'. Admonishments haven't really settled in just yet.
Wade's probably having a pleasant dream about Dolly Parton and him going on a shopping spree or something when Peter crawls in through the window, too quiet, too good on his feet. He kicks off his jeans and drags off his shirt and undershirt and crawls into the sheets with little fanfare.
Arms slide around Wade, and a cheek ends up on a bicep, one foot hooking an ankle, a snore on the man's lips as he drifts off again. It feels — off. Feels really off. Maybe just too warm. New York City's always hot at this time of year, and his apartments are notoriously bad at cooling themselves.
...
Oh well. It's comfortable enough.]
He's just. Not all there. He knows, they know, we all know. Or maybe he doesn't know, because any time it's brought up, there's a resounding 'oh yeah, sorry, I've been overworking myself a little'. Admonishments haven't really settled in just yet.
Wade's probably having a pleasant dream about Dolly Parton and him going on a shopping spree or something when Peter crawls in through the window, too quiet, too good on his feet. He kicks off his jeans and drags off his shirt and undershirt and crawls into the sheets with little fanfare.
Arms slide around Wade, and a cheek ends up on a bicep, one foot hooking an ankle, a snore on the man's lips as he drifts off again. It feels — off. Feels really off. Maybe just too warm. New York City's always hot at this time of year, and his apartments are notoriously bad at cooling themselves.
...
Oh well. It's comfortable enough.]
[ Awake, future Wade will definitely have to delve over how he severely needs locks on his windows in the future. But that's a problem for fully alert future Wade. This is asleep, comfy Wade who was not expecting Vanessa to crawl into bed with him for some reason. But when she does, it's all wrong. It wakes him up enough to mumble a "hey baby" in the sleepiest soft tone and shift so he can pull her closer against him and rest her head on his chest like it normally -- His hand slides down a back that is far too muscular to be Ness'.
Bye, Dolly Parton.
Wade wasn't aware bodies could drop bursts of adrenaline while mostly asleep, but now he's wide awake and trying to figure out who is invading his bed and personal space. He doesn't exactly move, or try to untangle himself from his home-invader. Instead he turns to look at the familiar mop of hair. And oh. Okay... Uhhh.
He moves the arm that he'd been feeling up that muscular lower back with so that he can rub slow soothing circles into the middle of his back. He's probably lucky Wade realised he was not with Vanessa before some cutesy butt touches.
He keeps his voice low, soft and quiet. He doesn't particularly want to get punched in the face in his own bed. ] Baby boy? You okay? [ God, there is so much skin and he's wrapped around him like a goddamn octopus. Pineapples. Donald Trump. The Patriarchy. Lawn flamingos. Cows... Okay, okay. ] Sugarplum, snugglebug, Bambi?
Bye, Dolly Parton.
Wade wasn't aware bodies could drop bursts of adrenaline while mostly asleep, but now he's wide awake and trying to figure out who is invading his bed and personal space. He doesn't exactly move, or try to untangle himself from his home-invader. Instead he turns to look at the familiar mop of hair. And oh. Okay... Uhhh.
He moves the arm that he'd been feeling up that muscular lower back with so that he can rub slow soothing circles into the middle of his back. He's probably lucky Wade realised he was not with Vanessa before some cutesy butt touches.
He keeps his voice low, soft and quiet. He doesn't particularly want to get punched in the face in his own bed. ] Baby boy? You okay? [ God, there is so much skin and he's wrapped around him like a goddamn octopus. Pineapples. Donald Trump. The Patriarchy. Lawn flamingos. Cows... Okay, okay. ] Sugarplum, snugglebug, Bambi?
Edited (missed an and hi) 2019-07-23 23:11 (UTC)
[They're on the couch of Pete's place, watching something or another on the television, when Peter feels an undeniable urge he hasn't been able to completely get rid of in quite a few months now; and since they're... y'know, kinda official, he figures he know has the grand opportunity to act on those urges. So he looks at Wade, who is probably just trying to read some housewife magazine, and starts the process of slugging his way over the man's legs.]
Don't move, I wanna try something.
[Maybe a normal person would follow that up with something, I dunno, sexy. Rated R. Something, anything, that isn't Peter crawling up on Wade like he's a heated rock and Pete's a lizard. He drops and blankets Wade from the chin below, arm hanging loosely off the ledge that is Wade's body.]
... Man, I've always wanted to try this.
[.... Yep, he's not budging. This is so nice.
No wonder MJ did this to him all the time.]
Don't move, I wanna try something.
[Maybe a normal person would follow that up with something, I dunno, sexy. Rated R. Something, anything, that isn't Peter crawling up on Wade like he's a heated rock and Pete's a lizard. He drops and blankets Wade from the chin below, arm hanging loosely off the ledge that is Wade's body.]
... Man, I've always wanted to try this.
[.... Yep, he's not budging. This is so nice.
No wonder MJ did this to him all the time.]
[ At the command, Wade does still, almost going deathly still in fact. He had been reading a very interesting article about LSD and mildly paying attention to whatever Peter had picked out playing on the television. Wade's full attention is on Peter now, trying to figure out what exactly "I wanna try something" entails from him.
Yeah, his mind definitely goes peak gutter for that one, especially when Peter crawls on top of him. But Wade can read a room, especially when Peter practically melts against him. A chuff of air escapes the newfound basking rock -- a small laugh.
The magazine is discarded in a heap on the floor next to the couch and the hand that had been holding it moves to trace a couple fingers up and down Peter's spine over his shirt. Idly he traces a pattern all the way up to base of Peter's neck and then all the way down to his lower back before his fingers turn around and repeat the path. ]
Always wanted to try this?
[ He tilts his head to press a kiss to brown hair without much thought. ]
Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
[ Yes, movie quotes at a time like this. Maybe he shouldn't be quoting one where the guy dies of a terminal illness at the end, but oh well. ]
Hello.
[ Yeah, it's pretty damn comfy. He's hungry, and tired, but this moment is everything. It's a moment of peace of mind that he hasn't had in a long time. ]
Yeah, his mind definitely goes peak gutter for that one, especially when Peter crawls on top of him. But Wade can read a room, especially when Peter practically melts against him. A chuff of air escapes the newfound basking rock -- a small laugh.
The magazine is discarded in a heap on the floor next to the couch and the hand that had been holding it moves to trace a couple fingers up and down Peter's spine over his shirt. Idly he traces a pattern all the way up to base of Peter's neck and then all the way down to his lower back before his fingers turn around and repeat the path. ]
Always wanted to try this?
[ He tilts his head to press a kiss to brown hair without much thought. ]
Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
[ Yes, movie quotes at a time like this. Maybe he shouldn't be quoting one where the guy dies of a terminal illness at the end, but oh well. ]
Hello.
[ Yeah, it's pretty damn comfy. He's hungry, and tired, but this moment is everything. It's a moment of peace of mind that he hasn't had in a long time. ]
Why?
[ No joke, no antagonising, none of Wade's typical flair. The question sounds oddly serious for once.
Surely, he'd typically make a joke about Frank finally realising he wants to try phone sex and that Wade costs three fifty a minute. Or at least a "no hello first?" joke. ]
Why do you want to know about Logan?
[ It's not exactly a "no, I'm not going to tell you what I know." But Wade has a weird sense of loyalty to the guy for some reason. Enough loyalty that he should at least warn Wolvie that the fucking Punisher is out to touch his butt with bullets in an unfun way after telling Frank whatever he wants to know. ]
[ No joke, no antagonising, none of Wade's typical flair. The question sounds oddly serious for once.
Surely, he'd typically make a joke about Frank finally realising he wants to try phone sex and that Wade costs three fifty a minute. Or at least a "no hello first?" joke. ]
Why do you want to know about Logan?
[ It's not exactly a "no, I'm not going to tell you what I know." But Wade has a weird sense of loyalty to the guy for some reason. Enough loyalty that he should at least warn Wolvie that the fucking Punisher is out to touch his butt with bullets in an unfun way after telling Frank whatever he wants to know. ]
hey so you know how deer statues appear after people die
have you ever seen one like this before
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[ congratulations you're steve's go-to information person about deerington ]
have you ever seen one like this before
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[ congratulations you're steve's go-to information person about deerington ]
after people die and ghostbuster their ghost yeah
uhhh
no don't think so
are there two deer there???
my whole understanding of it is that the deer are like your soul or some shit
do you secretly have a twin in your belly button?
like one you shoulda eaten in the womb
uhhh
no don't think so
are there two deer there???
my whole understanding of it is that the deer are like your soul or some shit
do you secretly have a twin in your belly button?
like one you shoulda eaten in the womb
[ Uhhh... well, this is an alarming text. Wade is mildly alarmed. Are kids always alarming? ]
are you asking me if you're physically able or if you're allowed
cause idk the first answer but yes to the second
Pinky promise your secret question stays with me
whether I can answer it is a different matter altogether
Hit me with your best shot
are you asking me if you're physically able or if you're allowed
cause idk the first answer but yes to the second
Pinky promise your secret question stays with me
whether I can answer it is a different matter altogether
Hit me with your best shot
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