Freaky--Love

Logan had walked up to the burnt mess you once called a home, where so many young mutants called a home. He was hungover, clearly coming from a bar. He rushed to you as you stared at the mess blankly, numb.

"Fuck... where are they- where's Charles-" He said, his voice cracking as realization hits him. "They're all dead. Logan." You slowly say, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. His eyes flickered down at you, his hands gripping your shoulders.

Your face contorts into one of anguish as he wraps you up into his embrace, you sob as you try and push him away.

"You promised me- you promised us Logan! You fucking promised!"

It was as if it happened yesterday. Scars from that day littered your body as painful reminders of what happened. Of what Logan allowed to happen, at least.

After that you left him alone to grieve. You couldn't stand to see his face after he abandoned you, his face was a reminder of his broken promises. You despised him.

But Deadpool on the other hand, well you knew nothing about.

You stared at the mercenary who stood in front of you, his hands on his hips. You couldn't see his face but you could tell he was beaming. For...some reason.

"You've been staring at me for the past 5 minutes, can I help you?"

"I am just your biggest fan, I'm in disbelief." He gushes, sitting in front of you. You were currently in a restaurant, waiting on some food orders. This was the last place you would expect to meet him, you were an amateur vigilante at best so you were going to meet him at some point.

"I have never met you in my life."

"I know, Pumpkin. But we've met before and you were a whole lot nastier to me. I'm glad we get along so well in this universe." This man definitely lived up to his reputation. The merc with a mouth.

"Just met you but ok- did you say this universe? As in you're alluding to the multiverse."

"Mmmmm we have so much to catch up on, you are sooooo behind on the times." He drawls, taking your drink. "Hey-"

He pulls his mask so that you see the bottom half of his face, you couldn't help but grimace at the scars. He take a sip of your drink and he gasps.

"Alcohol- You naughty little rebel! This is illegal, Kevin Feige is going to kill me." He shook his head as he throws the glass over his shoulder, you rolled your eyes.

"Underage drinking is terri-" He starts again, and you cut him off.

"Ok dude, I don't care. Why are you here." You watched as he snaps back into reality, staring at you. "I need your abilities to help me save the multiverse." His tone completely serious, it makes you laugh out loud.

"The multiverse? You're hilarious."

"Yes I am, thank you very much. But this isn't a joke pookie-" You cringe at the new nickname. "It's about saving my family, and you getting your chance of reconciliation. I learned that word yesterday."

That caught your interest. "What do you mean by that."

"Me learning the word? Or you reconciling." As he says that, he puts his hands together. God he was starting to get annoying.

"Obviously about me reconciling, what the fuck does that mean."

"Weelll, from what I know you have some problems with the X-Men in your universe." You tilt your head. "Problems? I was in the X-Men, asshole."

"Enough with the vulgarities, babies shouldn't be swearing like a drunken sailor!" He gasps, putting his hand on his chest as if you stabbed it. "But I digress, you have a problem with a specific person."

You knew where this was going. Wolverine.

"Peanut, the love of my life, told me that the both of you left on bad terms." You scoffed. "Bad terms is an understatement."

"I'm no therapist but, I feel like you should talk to him about it."

You laughed again, the laugh was harsh and cold. "Talk to him about it? Talk? What, talk to him about the fact that he left my entire family to die as he got shitfaced in some random bar? Fuck you, you clearly know nothing." Each word that left your mouth was dripping with disgust.

You saw as he started to stand up, a wave of relief washed over you. Finally, he took the hint and was going to leave you alone. He looks back down at you. "Stay here, don't leave." He runs out of the restaurant after saying that.

Fucking weirdo. You sighed and rubbed your neck, you wanted so badly to forget that day. But of course, the universe couldn't let you forget, ever.

"Ok listen," Deadpool's voice again, you looked up and noticed that he wasn't alone. "Calm down, and just hear me out-"

Logan stood behind him, he couldn't meet your eyes. You immediately stood up, ignoring Deadpool's pleas for peace. You pointed at the man behind him and you relived everything bad that happened to you again.

"You fuck- get him out of here. Right now."

"Kid, I'm sorry." Logan says, voice gentle as he moved in front of the mercenary. You shook your head and took a step back, tears were brimming your eyes. It was all too much, you hadn't heard his voice in years and it hurt.

"Don't call me that. Don't you fucking dare." His eyes were filled with regret as he watched you break down in front of him. You let out a shaky breath and shook your head.

"I-I can't do this right now. You should've stayed gone." You spat, shoving the man in front of you. He barely budges as you start to hit your fists against his chest in a blind rage. He stands there and takes it, a wordless apology.

"You left me alone! You got them fucking killed, you drunk fucking asshole!" You hit him again with each word. At this point the entire restaurant was watching you, but you didn't care.

A waiter comes up to the three of you. "Could you guys please exit the restaurant, you're disturbing the peace." He says to Deadpool.

"How dare you interrupt this reunion, they are having a moment-" Deadpool says, sounding even more offended than you or Logan should've been.

You cut him off and shook your head. "No, no he's right, I'm going. I'm done." You give one last shove to Logan and push past the two of them, exiting the restaurant.

"Why was Y/N dragged into this mess." Logan turns to the man next to him, his voice a mix of anger and sadness. "I promised you that I could fix things-"

"This wasn't your business, Wade." Logan left the restaurant, leaving Deadpool to stand there alone. He let out a sigh and rubbed the top of his head, he looked to the waiter who was still standing next to him and took his hand, shoving a wad of cash into it.

"No need to thank me, I know, I love you too." He whispered, walking out of the restaurant leaving the waiter baffled.

--

You walked outside into the parking lot, it was emptied out. You took a breath to try and stop yourself from completely breaking down again. You rubbed your tear stained cheeks, you hated him. You hated him so much, but it would be stupid to ignore how much you missed him.

Before the humans attacked, before tragedy struck, you and Logan were inseparable. You took on his traits because of how much you adored him, it wasn't a secret around the mansion. He had saved you as a child and took you in under his wings. He treated you like one of his own, but he wasn't a team player. He made that clear.

You sat down on the curb, exhausted.

"Kid- Y/N." He called out to you.

You didn't reply, you felt Logan behind you. He sat next to you and you moved away.

"Please, I'm sorry." He pleaded for you to listen to him. You scoffed, rubbing your eyes and turned to look at him. "Is that really all you can say? Sorry?"

"I'm an asshole. I know, I fucked up badly and I let you down. I-" He sighed. "I don't need you to forgive me. I didn't have a chance to apologize, and that's all I ever wanted to do."

You stayed silent, one part of you yearned for his affection again. You wanted so badly to go back to what you were before.

"I missed you." You muttered, fiddling with your fingers.

A sigh of relief escaped Logan. "Missed you too, kid."

--

Haley had also been in the stage of running ahead of you. Baby pink sneakers stepping against the pavement as you jogged behind her, you guided her inside the sandwich shop. “You gotta stay by mama, okay?” You ask softly before you place in the order.

You should have known once you started paying your daughter would have taken the opportunity to run into the back. Letting out a small yelp, you hurriedly put your items back into your purse, prepared to be yelled at by whoever’s back there.

Instead, less then a minute later, a man comes out with Haley in his arms. She seems infatuated by him, watching his every movement. You don't blame her. Part of you wants to be worried because some random man has your child in his arms.

The other part of you, the part that swears his eyes are having a secret conversation with yours, tells that first part to pipe down.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's been in this phase of running and all the books say to just let her explore but they don't account for dangerous environments for a child, and I looked away for one second and-" your apologetic ramble was cut short by the man smiling. "It's okay. I don't mind, really." He hands Haley back over to you, holding his hand out. "I'm Carmen."

You shake his hand before focusing on your daughter, pushing some of her light blonde curls out of her face. "I'm Y/N." You're cautious. "Thanks for grabbing her." You say with a nod, and he smiles. “No worries. She seems fun.” He comments.

You laugh. “That doesn’t begin to describe her.” You comment, remembering the food you’re meant to pay for. You grab out your card, about to hand it to the guy behind the counter before Carmen clears his throat. He steps behind the counter, whispering something in the cashier’s ear. Hitting a few buttons on the register, the cashier gives you a smile as Carmen walks to the back. “Your food will be out soon.”

You stare at him, about to question what happened until the blue eyed .. stranger, guardian angel, whatever he seems to be, returns. A bag in hand, two boxes of fries in hand. “For you, m’lady.”

You look at the bag, shaking your head. “I can’t accept these for free, Carmen-”

“You are. I’m not offering, I’m telling you. Take them.” He insists. And you aren’t going to argue when he looks at you with this desperation in his eyes.

You thank him again and take the bag, adjusting your daughter on your hip.

──

From then on, you were one of the regulars. You’d let the other staff come and say hi to your daughter, even growing close with Natalie, Carmen’s sister, who fell in love with your daughter.

You celebrated a lot with them. Haley’s third birthday, they were in attendance. They were there when you got a promotion at work, when you needed someone’s shoulder to cry on.

Scores, talents, personas.

THESE are the factors that classify the education system. Although not immaculate, it serves its purpose - to send vulnerable people into the workforce, and devour them whole. Their livelihoods, their time, and the minuscule bits of energy left inside of them.

But there are some who are born with advantages, and some who have to work their ass off for it.

I, unfortunately, have the latter. Things don’t come easy, instant, or perfect. I am actually quite idle, I enjoy the freedom of gaining knowledge and insight. Uniquely, tried and tested knowledge that is critical for survival.

And that, is how I manage my late nights. By listening to “Advice to Survive” with its host, McGregory Callahan.

Back in the 60s, he was a CWO-4 Navy Seal officer, a rank given to an exclusive few. And now that he’s retired, he humbly shares his advice to the community, and showcases guests every now and then to keep the show alive. But majority prefers to listen to his voice, which I strongly agree with.

“And so, ladies and gents…” His voice was smooth and husky. “It’s time to sign off, folks. Stay safe, and always remember…” I chuckled, saying his closing lines with him.

“Live, not die, and try to survive. Thanks everyone.”

As the radio chipped off, the sun poured its rays into my window, as if the heat wasn’t enough. I groaned, my eyes leading me to my collection of “wake-up” capsules. Tempted, and deceived, I slithered my way over to it, dropping another 2 or 3 in my mouth.

I grumbled. Regret seeped into my veins, my body woozy and tense. Once again, I stayed up.

And of course, it happened to be a Monday morning; where I had a morning class. “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” I began stuffing my bag with my utensils, paperwork, snacks. I could never get used to this shit. “I hope nobody pisses me off for the rest of the day.”

◈

“The bell. Ugh, the damn bell. Never have I wanted to smash that thing into pieces.” You could barely make out the crowd, more or less. Not even your best friend’s face.

“Wait. You had a rough night…again?” Heidi glared, her eyes were practically glowing with concern.

“Maaaaaaybe.” You slurred, taking baby steps to your seat. “Good thing my seat mate is a quiet kid.”

Speak of the devil, Marka entered the room, his footfalls silent as he strolled to your direction. His timing was impeccable.

“Good morning, Marka.” You mumbled, your eyes not meeting his. Besides, there were no eyes thanks to his bangs.

“Heh…” In response, Marka gave an exciting grin, happily waving a good morning back to you. How he could be energized on a Monday morning, was a complete mystery to you.

Actually, a lot of him is shrouded in mystery. Or rather, in suspicion.

Other than the weird name, Marka was supposedly from the countryside of Honduras, Tegucigalpa. His parents were also from Honduras, and he worked as a pizza delivery driver, and stayed at a friend’s apartment for shelter, with the purpose of redoing college thrice to get a degree. While some of this is true, some of it didn’t add up.

For example, his idioms. Sometimes he would say “Puchica” , “Chero”, “Chivo” - and when I looked them all up, the common denominator was El Salvador. He said his parents came from Honduras, so how can this be true?

“[Y/N].”

Then him, being the pizza delivery driver. You don’t often order pizza, but you’ve never thought that pizza could smell so shitty. You could remember him rushing to one of your afternoon classes, and instead of smelling like oil and grease, he smelt like weed. What the fuck???

“Hello? [Y/N]?”

Plus, the fact that he is redoing the course a third time. And yet, every single exam he is perfectly scoring an average mark. He also ends before everyone else, as if he has all the time in the world.

That’s not normal.

Though you’ve never confronted Marka about this, you preferred to remain silent. Times are harsh, and you weren’t willing to stretch out a hand when you could barely help yourself.

But there is NO way that you’re befriending someone as suspicious as him.

“[Y/N]!!!” Heidi whisper-shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“[Y/N], please answer-“ Mr. Dimmy paused, clearing his throat. “Actually. On second thought, please see me after class. Thank you.”

You bit my lip, letting it bleed. Fuck. You spaced out again.

“Sir I-“

“No buts, no coconuts.”

While cursing yourself internally, you decided to take out your vent book out of your bag, only to be stopped by Mr. Dimmy once more.

“[Y/N]. Can you please answer the question on the board for me, please?”

Shit, you just opened your bag.

“Give me a moment-“

“[Y/N].”

Clenching your fists, you gave a plastic smile. It was understandable where he was coming from, since he didn’t want his star pupil to daydream for the second time.

“My bad, Sir. Hopefully I’ll get this right.”

As you were busy solving the equation, Marka decided to do you a favor and close up your bag. So by the time you came back, Marka grinned, hoping for a thanks to come out of it. But you decided to ignore the kind gesture, continuing to pay attention to the board. You had enough attention for one day.

◈

If there was one thing you loved, it was clocks. It was nice to know how the time passed, whether it was rapid or abnormally slow. And of course, it was slow.

“[Y/N], this has happened on multiple occasions.” Mr. Dimmy rubbed his temples, exhausted from having the same conversation with you. “We, as staff, made it clear that you can take days off.”

“I’m very sorry Sir, but I can’t do that-“

“[Y/N], enough with the excuses. You are not enough getting enough sleep, and it’s affecting your concentration.”

Scores, talents, personas: nothing on this conversation applied to that. Kindness was a pain in the ass.

“And so, I’m going to ask the dean to personally give you a suspension. A whole week suspension.”

You had to hold your tongue. Why do you have to do triple the work???

“Sir. I’m behind on what I need to cover. I’m begging you, please just let it slide.”

“But [Y/N], you are three weeks ahead. Taking a week off is enough right now. Trust me.”

You glanced at the clock. It was 9:47, the minute hand approximately reaching the next minute.

“If I see you Tuesday afternoon, I will personally escort you outside. That is all.”

Rubbing your eyes, you ran to the top of the stairs, before making yourself out. You couldn’t believe what just happened.

“[Y]-[Y/N]…” It was Heidi.

“Heidi. I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Text me later if you’re curious.” Your demands were quick and stern.

Poor Heidi snuggled her books, her expression shaping into pity and guilt. If only you could just take a break.

◈

“Giggles, after giggles. These fucking cuches don’t know when to quit it, don’t they?”

“Markaaaa…” She snorted, sounding exactly just like he called her: a pig. “Teach me a little Spanish, no?~ ❤️”

Marka shook his head, his face clearly showing discomfort.

“Come on, we wanna hear it! Maybe we can fuck it up, you know?”

Damn that Rico bastard. He never knew how to read a room.

“I said no.” Marka ran his fingers through his bangs, revealing the swirling darkness within his eyes. “Now learn to be good little shits, I’m in a bad mood.”

Immediately, the entire group stood completely still. Before seconds later, horrifying shrieks escaped people’s lips. Some froze in horror, sweating profusely. Others just ran away from Marka, while some fought with him. Luckily, thanks to his physique he could handle his attackers pretty clearly.

“Ha…shame…” He continued to hit Rico with every punch, starting to see blood oozing out of him. Marka couldn’t help but grin in sadistic glee. “This hypnosis is always pure luck for me.”

Grabbing the leg of one of his classmates. Marka twisted, fractured, and even jumped on her leg, which was perfectly in sync with his words.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Marka cursed out loud, growling in frustration. Every time he thought about you, the feeling wouldn’t go away. “I just wanted to do a good deed. Why. Won’t. They. Love. Me.”

Hearing the classmate’s sharp cry, Marka kicked the person away from him, heading to your locker. It was encased in a shitload of locks, all of them personally made by yourself. You knew how to be efficient and useful.

Too bad Marka knew lockpicking a bit too well. “It’s been a while since my last rejection…so let’s see what’s here now-“

With a clink, he guided his fingers to first few letters he made….only to find them….

Crushed.

“….”

He should’ve been used to this by now. The dust, the grime, the dead spiders. After finally getting a fresh new locker, it was understandable that you cleaned up the space.

But you didn’t. You decided to make your old locker your new dumpster bag instead - including his love letters.'

His scarred thumb clutched the pink envelope, or the crushed up ball that it was. He could remember the time he had to go off on business, missing college for an entire week. He had to stay low due to a shot out, which resulted him gaining a major injury in the shoulder and his left hand. He didn’t mind the injuries due to past experiences, but he was…depressed. Marka couldn’t see anyone, neither be online lest he got found out. It was a decision that both he and José made for his safety.

And so, to satiate his loneliness, he wrote to you. Even though his left hand was twitching in pain, he wrote. Even though his brain was telling him to stop because of the pain; he wrote. He wrote because he knew that you gave him the happiness, the hope that he needed for this world. Yes, you were flawed…but with each other, the two of you could heal one another’s scars. Right?

“….Ha….”

His hands shook in silent rage as dark droplets dropped on to the paper. I’m sure you didn’t know any better, it was simply a misunderstanding. Yes, yes - it was miscommunication.

It was understandable, since he didn’t make it clear. He didn’t flirt with you since it wasn’t your thing. I guess the letters weren’t either.

Maybe he’d have to try something…a bit more drastic.

“I need to know…do they love me…? Do they not? Maybe….”

Clutching the paper in his chest, he started chuckling to himself. No, grinning madly as he stared at the locker in front of him, his face contorted into something twisted and grotesque.

“Maybe it’s time I should pay your house a visit, hmm? ❤️~.”

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