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Wade Wilson is no ordinary man,
if he could even be called a man.
Wilson is more of an... otherworldly species, for lack of a better term.
He is a very strange human.
Wade strutted past the bakery street display, dramatically stopping in his tracks at the sight.
He practically slobbered all over the glass, pressing his face into it as he blindly fished dollar bills out of his pouches.
“My, my. Young man, may I ask what kind of celebration you're buying the entire store for?” asked the gentle old lady, grey brows slightly furrowed yet offering the ridiculous-looking man a kind smile.
He leaned in close to her.
“A... Deadpool party,” he whispered.
“Oh, you kids and your fancy lingo.” The frail and kind soul packed the last of the pastries and pushed the stacks of boxes over the counter.
“Thanks, grams!”
“What is this?”
“What? I don't know what you mean.”
“Then please do explain why the living room is flooding with doughnut boxes,” the keys ring against the glass coffee table and you make your way past the sofa, setting shopping bags on the kitchen chairs.
You turn on your heel with a hand resting at your hip, eyeing your suited beloved, “I'm waiting.”
“Alright, you caught me—see I was trying to prepare for your birthday so I went down to the shopping square to look around and I got distracted with all the sweetrolls, and...” he pauses when he notices your glare.
“My birthday was three months ago.” You shoot him a disapproving scowl and swivel out of his reaching arms. He attempts to grab your wrist but you know this all too well so you counter with death-gripping a cast iron skillet to his face.
“Ah, like old times,” he sighed dreamily to which you snarled.
“You went on a pastry haul without me again, didn't you?”
“...I... I did.” Wade admits, his shoulders now sagging, “but, I got you something even better!” he cheers, taking your wrist gently in his rugged palm and leading you over to the aforementioned coffee table.
“Close your eyes.”
“Wade,” you exhale, not liking where this was going.
“Just do it!” he clamors unexpectedly. You could hear the subtle laughter being repressed in his throat and decide to walk over to the counter, searching for a small spare kitchen towel to blind yourself with.
He shuffles about the room until he finally gets a hold of his surprise.
“Okay, now open it.”
“How can I open it if I cant see it, exactly?”
“Oh, don't be such a smart ass about it and reach for the box.”
“I don't like this one bit...” you extend your arms to feel a surface, followed by the obnoxious crinkling of a poorly wrapped cardboard box. As you blindly reach for the flaps to the present you hear the silent rustling of pastry boxes. Wade snaps at the source of the noise with a startling “No!”
You rip the towel off your temples and look around suspiciously.
“Aw, it did a doodie.” The mercenary's face contorted into a grimace, his arms flailing and finally finding their place beside his cheekbones, he squeezed his face in agony.
“Right in the chocolate chip croissant box,” he whined, at the brink of tears.
You stared wide-eyed at the sight before you. A small dog, or rather, a puppy.
“Wh—what? When did this happen?” The puppy bounced away from the horrific scene and puddled at your feet.
“At the shopping square. This guy tried selling me weed and after I said I wasn't interested, he offered a puppy. Weird.” Wade pinched his nostrils shut as he walked over to the kitchen.
“So you just said okay? Do you even know how to look after a dog?” You took the energetic ball of spun gold into your arms.
“Had one before, it was a sick pooch. His fetch games with my severed limbs were endearing, though,” he ruffled the pup's ears, sneering at the first memory it had branded in its new home. You arched a brow at Wade, brushing off the odd remark and focusing on the new house guest.
“So you're completely okay with keeping a dog?”
“I'm all for it. Anyway, I heard the rascals help with the bit—“
“Don't.”
“Fine. It was a good one too.” He shrugged.
You smiled at the impatiently playful dog in your grasp before turning to Wade, “Thanks. I didn't know you were aware.”
“How can I ignore it when bird-man talks about his mutt so often? Your eyes light up whenever you hear about 'em.” He grabs an immoderate amount of tissues, sneaking over to the pile of waste and ungracefully plopping the stack of tissues over it.
“I didn't notice it was that obvious,” you chuckle, teasing the pup with your knuckles.
“Yep. Nothing gets past me.”
You start for your office when you remember to ask Wade about the box. “So, wait, what was the box about?” You pried.
His eyes resemble saucers when he recalls just a few seconds ago. “Oh, that's, uh... nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it was a, uh, diversion. From the pup.”
“Alright,” you walk off into your office and leave Wade behind in the living room to himself.
He trudges to the box laying on the coffee table.
“Voilà!” he silently mocks, taking a smaller box out of the present box. He lets his fingers run along the edge of the velvet-felted cube, cracking it open to hear the creaking of the hinges.
He brushes his fingertips down the sharp edges of the glimmering stone.
“I'll get it right someday.”
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You felt unfamiliar burning in your hands, but ignored it for the time being, as you wrapped your arms around the man. It happened because of your knowledge of the connection between the man and his friend. You didn’t even stop to think about how he got into your apartment, or where exactly he was rubbing his face against. You felt so much sympathy for him, that you’d break it to him later on. Hug
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this is a bit of a filler story because i need to buy time fo the next part of Newborn Journey ;A;
therapy consumes quite a bit of time, when im not busy with my everyday life.
anyway, enjoy!
Deadpool a.k.a Wade Wilson belongs to Marvel Comics.
this story is mine.
therapy consumes quite a bit of time, when im not busy with my everyday life.
anyway, enjoy!
Deadpool a.k.a Wade Wilson belongs to Marvel Comics.
this story is mine.
© 2015 - 2024 MercWithTheMeth
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