You meet by chance an stranger man in red and black when he breaks in your house through your window.
The previous situation isn’t worth telling. It really doesn’t
matter who Deadpool was fighting, nor how he ended up being catapulted against
an apartment block. The important thing is that he fell on your living room, after
a harsh landing where he broke your window.
Not that you cared anyways.
Wade Wilson was slightly confused to hear a faint giggle. He
looked up. There was crystal scattered around him; he was thankful he only had
a few cuts, for they would heal quickly. Wade was inside someone’s house,
painted in cream colours, which seemingly was in dismantling process. It was
your own apartment.
Another giggle. He stood up and turned around to the source
of the sound. And there you were, now laughing way louder.
He wasn’t a man easily impressed. Yet the last thing he
expected was a person in a torn wedding dress with a bottle of whiskey in one
hand and a piece of cake in the other. Your eyes were fixed on him and his
ridiculous attire, and he just did the same.
“Wow, man. You’re like a Spiderman on steroids.” You managed
to say between hysteric laughs. In a normal occasion you would have freaked out
at the stranger… however the whiskey had made it too hilarous for you to take
Wade took a liking to you and decided that he could hide a
“May I take a seat?” He said and laid his arse on the couch,
right next to you.
You took a gulp from the bottle and handed it to him. Wade
doubted, but at last he moved away the mask from his jaw and let the liquid wet
his lips. It pleased him that you seemed to ignore his skin full of scars.
Shifting on your seat, you faced him.
“Why are you here?” You asked your visitor, with a goofy-
and, why not, lovely- grin upon your face. Wade left the whiskey on the table
“You see, I was fighting this really fucking annoying guy…”
“What are you? A superhero?” The cake you stuffed in your
mouth muffled your voice.
“Oh, no. Shit. I’m just a really cool dick who kicks other
dick’s asses.” You nodded. “Then that bastard threw me to the sky… from several
streets away. I don’t think he’d know where I am at the moment.”
“That’s nice. You can stay and eat cake then!” Your words
were spoken with happiness. But Deadpool was curious.
At first he thought you were plainly drunk. Later he
discovered a sad sparkle in your eyes; despite your intoxication he was sure
you knew what was happening. And it was very abnormal that his presence didn’t
agitated you at all. Unless something had happened and you took in the
absurdity of the situation to forget it.
One way or another, nuts or not, he wanted to know more
“What about you? Were you waiting for our wedding night too
much?” You could swear you could see his eyebrows wiggling through the mask.
“The dress.” You stated, not knowing what to answer next. Sincerity
was what you found. “An asshole left me standing at the altar. He was fucking a
bridesmaid in the bathroom meanwhile.” You drank again.
“What the fuck!”
“That’s what I said this morning.”
“Is that your wedding cake then?”
“Yes. I took it all. It’s one of the bright sides, like not
being married to a cheater impotent.”
He laughed and so did you.
“You know, thank you.” You continued. “You are the only one
who has stuck around me for more than five minutes today. I would offer you
something to eat, but I was in the middle of a move… Obviously cancelled.”
“The cake is great.” You kept on eating and drinking.
At some point he told you he was a mercenary and some
aspects of his life you didn’t expect. He told you about a certain woman called
Vanessa, a heartbreaking story. You didn’t know if he did to make you feel
better or more comfortable around him, but you welcomed the newfound
confidence. Your conversation soon dyed of love.
“Damn, girl. At least you’ll get to meet another guy. A
soulmate or something worse.”
“My love records has always been really deficient. I’m not
very hopeful. But who cares, love is not everything… eh… Wait, what’s your
“I heard that name on TV. You were right about being a dick.”
Your smile as sweet as sugar.
“I told you. Call me Wade, though. Unless you want to hire
my services to scare the shit out of that fucker of ex you have.”
“No, no. I punched him, but I didn’t feel better. It’s not
worth it. My name is [Y/N], by the way.”
“You punched him! [Y/N], I like you more and more by the
minute.” He touched his face and realised his mask was still up. He felt self
conscious. Even though you didn’t give him any signal of repugnance, Wade
thought you were just being polite. The truth was you didn’t care how he looked
like; he was an insane and pleasant visitor, one who drew you to him.
“Wade. Haven’t you moved from Vanessa?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said that I’d meet somebody else. You will too.” The
liquor was finished, and you felt bold. This stranger caused you fascination
and once you found something out, you seeked more knowledge.
“Oh, my dear [Y/N]. I won’t.”
You tilted your head to a side, confused.
“Why? I like you and I just met you.”
“You are drunk and you just met me, that’s why.”
You laughed, and made an offended expression. His smirk was
now permanent, sometimes wider, sometimes smaller, as if pastered on him.
Nevertheless, melancholy and harm were shown in some of his gestures.
“I’m not that drunk.” You placed your gaze on his mouth.
When you spotted some cream on the side of his face, you tried to reach it.
Wade suddenly took your wrist, but let it go. You slide your
finger across his coarse skin. Then, you put your finger against your tongue and
licked the rests of the sugary mix.
His heart skipped a beat.
“Besides, there’s always someone who would not care about
your attitude.” You ended your sentence.
“It’s not about my attitude. I’m fucking awesome. It’s about
my face.” He lowered the tissue over his mouth once again. “I look like a
“You’re saying you are ugly?”
“Well, your mouth was nice.” It was a lighthearted comment,
but it stired Wade’s deepest feelings.
“What? Did you see the skin around it?”
“Do you think I’m ugly?” You simply asked, hoping to prove a
“No. Of course not.”
“I have skin too, you know.”
“It’s not the same.”
Silence. And eventually he took his mask off.
You were surprised. You didn’t think he’d have the guts to
do so, regarding how low his self-esteem was. Therefore, acting on impulse you
pecked his lips. Then you froze and opened your eyes. Your drunkenness
“Sorry.” You spoke. He didn’t say anything. “I-I didn’t want
to… I mean, I wanted to but maybe you
didn’t… I should have asked…”
“Shut up.” Was all he could say.
Wade was utterly unprepared for your actions. Yet he found
himself leaning in for another kiss. You didn’t move, and welcomed his mouth
on yours. It was slow and chaste, just a kiss between two broken souls. He
caressed your cheek, and you smiled into the kiss.
You parted from him, and he whispered.
“Are you a dream?”
“No, are you?” You teased.
“You are too good for me…”
“Says the one who fell from the sky like an angel and made
me forget I got dumped on an altar.”
“You’re unfucking my life.”
“That’s not even a word.”
“You’re intelligent too?”
“How about a second date? I promise I won’t try to get on
your pants yet.”
“Yes.” You wanted to see him again. Definitely.
You weren’t aware of the insanity that had just entered your
life. However, just like the broken window, you didn’t care. Everytime you saw
Wade Wilson you felt happy and alive. So, even though it was a challenge, you couldn’t
enjoy more the adventures he always brought. He, on the other hand, just loved
how he could sleep in your arms without any worries.
Fate sometimes is a kind bitch, as Wade once said.
Episode 12 of Wynonna Earp ‘I Hope You Dance’ Part 1
The end is nigh, and so am I. I drank three Lucozades while watching this episode, and I have decided to do this in two parts.
So lets begin!
A post blown-up Waverly faces Bobo and the shit-strumpets
A tells Bobo that he won’t win
This was pretty cool, until he licked her gun (No, that was not an innuendo)
Wynonna turns up to save the day
and ends up on her back again
That looks like something out of Twilight (don’t judge)
While on the ground, Waverly tells Wynonna she’s sorry for what she did and the she even blew up Jeremy and Nicole to bring her back
After waking up in a body bag Dolls goes to the Homestead to see if everyone’s there
After Wynonna’s “warm welcome” she makes sure everyone’s ok
Wynonna tell them about what Bobo did
and they need to sort things fast!
Too much info, I’ll need a drink to flush that image away
Nope, you’re good to go.
While Bobo and double trouble are digging up Clootie, Wynonna has a plan
The plate seems to be connected to Peacemaker so which could be handy Wyn asks Jeremy to find out where Clootie could be and asks Dolls to find Doc, but she worries that he might be dead
Wynonna and Nicole have a some discussion that makes Waverly realise they’re hiding something from her, but right now Wynonna and Wave need to go and get help.
The twisted sisters have finally uncovered their master Clootie
but Black Widow Merc has other plans
she then takes Clootie’s/Bulshar ring and disappears, collapsing the mine in on them.
Wynonna and Waverly visit Gretta, Wynonna “asks” her to help them
More or less
Waverly tells Wynonna that she’s had DNA tests done and knows she’s not an Earp
Grette has some skills in being a blacksmith and so makes them a bullet out of the plate, Wynonna plans on using it on Demon Clootie and gets ready to take him down once and for all
after she’s gone the toilet
Nicole and Jeremy are trying to find out where Clootie is buried and Jeremy finds out that there where two sites of Bobo’s that had constant security around them, Nicole and Jer get talking and Nicole tells him he’s part of the family now
until a Bulshar-ring wearing Black Widow Mercedes turns up
Under different circumstances, I think she would.
While Dolls is talking about Doc’s Adele obsession, Doc gets a call from Waverly saying that he needs to go to the Homestead because the have a code ‘pot of gold’
On there way to the Homestead Wynonna and Waves are confronted by the upgraded Black Widow Mercedes
Black Widow Beth turns up and threatens Waverly, Beth and Mercedes try to get Wynonna to chose one of them to help but Doc turns up and circles around to points his gun at Wynonna, and she does the same to him
and then they fire
and the twisted spider sisters are no more! (I loved this scene, it was so cool!)
Wynonna’s unscathed and everyone’s safe
Wynonna’s contractions are getting closer together so Doc takes her into Shorty’s, Waverly wants to go with Wynonna and Nicole says she needs to get things ready, Waverly wonders what her and Wynonna are up to but Nicole tells her not to be to hard on Wynonna, she’s really going to need Waverly after everything is done
That’s it for Part 1. I will post Part 2 in a bit and will add a link to it in this post.