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Stitches-Deadpool

(A/N: This one is set to "Stitches" by Shawn Mendes.  Also, language, because it's Deadpool.)

~~~Your POV~~~

    You never even saw the mugger coming.  It was your usual route home from the club you worked at a few nights a week for some extra cash.  It just happened to be the wrong time.

    "Give me your wallet, sweetie!  I promise I won't hurt ya."  The man had to have been eight inches taller than you, and probably twice your weight.  You acted like you'd figured it wiser to comply and pulled your wallet out of the small purse you carried.  Trying to get a look at his face, he held his hand out for the wallet.  "Smart girl."  What he didn't see was the pepper spray you'd pulled out alongside the wallet.  Lifting your arm, you aimed the can at your assailant.

    "I busted my ass for this, why don't you try it sometime?"  You sprayed him in the face and ran, not waiting to see if it'd had any effect.  Before you could get far, you felt a big had grab your arm. 

    "I tried to make this easy.  Now I'm gonna take double."  He forced you, face-first into the ground and knelt on top of you.  You felt the tip of a blade against your back and closed your eyes, praying for a miracle.

    Before your attacker could proceed with his plan, you heard a slice and a thump.

    "Now, I'm all about liking it rough, but consent is still important, asshole."

    You turned over and saw a weird-looking guy in a red jumpsuit.  "Hey, you ok kiddo?"  He bent over and looked me over quickly.  "What the hell did you do to yourself?"

    You looked down and noticed a big gash on your leg, most likely from the trip and fall you took when that douchebag pushed you over.  Adrenaline must have taken over before you felt the actual pain...which was now overtaking you.  You didn't realize the amount of blood you'd lost until you passed out.

    When you woke up, you were laying on a couch that somehow must have survived the 70s.  When you tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness swept over you and you looked at your leg.  The gash that you'd gotten when you fell had been neatly stitched and wrapped in gauze.

    "How's it going, kiddo?  I didn't think you'd wanna go to the hospital so I brought you back here.  Hope you like tacos."  He set a plate next to me that smelled fantastic.  I grabbed one slowly and took a tentative bite.  Smiling at the masked stranger next to me, I took another bite.

    "These are delicious.  Now, would you mind telling me where the hell I am and who the hell you are?"

    "Oh, right.  I am your friendly neighborhood...ok no, I'm Deadpool.  The slightly lesser-handsome dude in the red suit.  You can call me Wade though."  He laughed a little bit.  "I guess it's a good thing I happened to be around when that dickweed decided your wallet wasn't enough for him.  As for where, you're in my apartment.  I share it with this old lady.  She's at the laundromat right now, washing the stains out of my underpants."  I couldn't help but laugh at his slightly off-putting humor.

    "Ok, well, um I appreciate that.  Can I see your face?"

    "Yeah that'd be a hard no.  Pretty sure even your gimped-out ass would run for the hills seeing this punum."

    I leaned in a little closer to him, keeping my eye contact as well as possible for sitting sideways.  "Try me.  I can't exactly run anyway."

    Deadpool shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the bottom of his mask.  "Ok, you asked for it, kiddo."  He removed the mask and I can't deny...I flinched a bit.  But not because he was really unattractive.  It was almost a flinch of sympathy for what it looked like he must have gone through.  "Told ya.  I look like grandma's pruny ass after too many laps in the public pool."

    I reached up to touch his skin.  It was rough.  His eyes, though, were the most beautiful hazel I'd ever seen.  I didn't realize in my study of his eyes that his face had gotten dangerously close.  I jumped back.  "Sorry..."

    He sat back, looking at the ceiling.  "Oh, no, it's fine.  Wishful thinking anyway.  Can't even catch the girl who can't run."

    I sat up, dumbfounded.  "Why do you need to chase me?  Look, I don't know what you're expecting here, I mean, I'm grateful for your help and all, but..."

    "I wasn't expecting anything, princess."  He stood up and walked into his room, leaving me to mull over my thoughts. 

Ok, so I did actually feel some weird attraction to this guy, but I mean we just freaking met.  This isn't some high-school special or somebody's twisted fan fiction.  But somehow I found myself trying to stand on my stitched leg and subsequently falling flat on my face.  "Dammit!"

    Wade opened the door and looked down at me, then busted into laughter.  "Ok, I'm sorry, but what the actual crap were you trying to do?"

    I rolled onto my back and sat up, pushing myself back to the couch.  "I was going to apologize, but if you're going to be a dick, then forget it."

    I crossed my arms indignantly, like a child.  Wade sat back down next to me and smirked.  "Ok, ok, I'll stop laughing.  And I accept your apology."

    I looked him straight in the eyes and took a deep breath.  "Ok."  Without another thought I touched my lips gently to Wade's.  I don't think he was really expecting that, because he sort of became stone still.  I pulled away slowly. 
"I...I'm sorry...I just wanted to thank you..."

    Before I could take another breath, his hand was on my face and he kissed me hard.  My arms wrapped around his neck and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.  His lips were rough and gentle at the same time, his tongue probing for entrance, which I granted.  I breathed a slight moan as our tongues danced. He hovered over me, sliding his fingers along the waist of my shirt. I gasped at the contact, but let him continue for the moment. I could tell he was getting a bit...anxious...so before he got too far I pushed him gently up.

"How about you take a girl to dinner before going for second base, slugger?"

"I did make tacos."  He pouted so cutely I almost conceded.

"You did.  So how about we just cuddle for now, let my leg heal, and...we'll see how it goes."

With a dramatic sigh, he sat back and let me lay my head on his shoulder while we watched movies for the rest of the night. I dozed off in his arms, which he didn't seem to mind much.

A few days later, my leg was well enough to walk with crutches so he took me to dinner, somewhere dark where no one would notice his scars.

The rest...well I'll leave that to the imagination...

(Deadpool in background): "Awww come on, you won't even share the fun bits?"
Me: Trying to keep it PG13ish...
DP: Dammit...thought we were going to Lemon Land...*walks away pouting*