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IT'S THE AGE MEME

Age. Memories. It's all relative. Who cares if you act your age or not? Well, certainly not this meme. In here, your age will be changed, and possibly memories too. No longer is this just you thinking you're a kid again or being in an older body. Nope! Here, you can be a baby with a teenager's memories, an old man reliving his youth in a 20-year-old's body, and lots of other possibilities!

oo1. comment with your characters
make sure to put names, series, & preferences somewhere!
oo2. reply to others in character
oo3. use the rng and enter 1-6
oo4. optionally, roll again (1-6) to make things more fun!
oo5. play out what happens—anything goes!
oo6. made this up on the fly

age

baby congrats! you are now a small, adorable little hellion who needs their diaper change. WHO WILL SAVE YOU?
little kid oh, wow! you're a little kid again! have fun on the playground and being allowed to make more mistakes than when you were older.
teenager mistakes are no longer tolerated that much, but hey, you're reliving your youth again! whoo!
stay the same you know, you're boring. how did you manage to get this? roll the next set of prompts.
adult ah, life is good. your own job, bills, taxes... well. okay maybe it's not that much fun.
old person ah, now life is good. you got grand kids to spoil and a retirement plan, right?

memories

keep your original memories this is the most boring option, but it can be fun if you use your future knowledge right!
have your memories match this is boring too, but fun to explore. deja vu is not a requirement.
mismatch: child memories! OH NO YOU'RE IN AN ADULT'S BODY EEEEEEW!!!
mismatch: teenaged memories! Oh, awesome! An older body and all of the opportunity to exploit your new privileges.
mismatch: adult memories! ...you're not. no. you can't be. this doesn't make sense. you're five, not thirty!
mismatch: old man memories! oh great. you're that stupid teenager or whatever again. you don't have time for this.

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( i also have a slightly older rika at

nodeathinhope if you prefer that, although i would definitely like to play rika at this age for shenanigans! )

[ooc:I'm always up for de-aging Fenris, but I'm up for pretty much anything]

[bwahaha]

Injection after injection. Needles continuously pierced the skin all over his body until he was screaming wordlessly. He tried to escape the restraints that strapped him down to the bed, but no amount of shaking or pulling budged the fucking things. Hands were on his face now, forcing his eye open and he could see the needle a couple of inches away. Wade screamed again, trying to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. It plunged in.

Wade sat up in bed, gasping for air. Sweat poured down his face and chest. It was that dream again. He was back in Weapon X, being tortured over and over again. This was nothing new for him and this particular dream was pretty mild compared to some he had had in the past. His hands reached up to his face, wiping the sweat from his brow. Smooth. His forehead was smooth? What the fuck? He touched his face. There was stubble all across his chin and jaw.

There wasn't time to sit and contemplate, Wade was immediately bursting into the bathroom and staring into the mirror. "Holy. Shit." A shaking hand reached out to his mirror image, his fingertip tracing the line of his tanned jaw. All the scars were gone. All of them. It was like seeing a ghost. He pulled his hand away and gripped onto the bathroom sink as he was promptly sent into a panic attack. It was a hallucination. It had been so long since he had hallucinated this bad. Why was this happening now?

Peter was used to Wade shifting around in bed. They both did it, really, but there was a certain point at which you had to let go (they usually fell asleep snuggling, so) or risk getting elbowed in the face. This was one of those times, and Peter whined quietly when Wade bolted up from the bed. He was still sleepy, but he forced himself out of the warm pillow, yawning. No doubt Wade would appreciate his gentle touches to coax him back to bed - Peter knew he did, when it was the other way around.

"Wade?" Peter hummed quietly, sliding out of the bed, rubbing at his eyes and stumbling towards the bathroom light. "Hey, c'mere, it's okay. Just a dream - WAGH!"

Peter flinched back when he saw the guy standing in his bathroom, the very naked, very not Wade GUY. He scrambled, grabbing the bathroom door and slamming it shut so hard the wood creaked. Holy shit. Hooooly fuckin' shit. There was a random naked dude in his bathroom and Peter wasn't freaking out. He wasn't. (He was).

He held the door shut with one hand, reaching over to snag a pair of discarded boxers off his dresser with the other, and quickly slipped them on. He remembered, very distinctly, falling asleep with Wade. But...he hadn't, had he? He hadn't gotten drunk (miraculously, because alcohol had no effect on him) or something and picked someone up, had he?? What was HAPPENING?

So Peter was reaching for his phone with the other hand, intent on calling Wade. Just...he just had to call him.

Both relief and panic hit him at the same time when he heard Peter calling for him. Peter would tell him he was hallucinating and everything would be okay. But what if he didn't tell him that because Wade's skin wasn't scarred anymore. What if he wasn't hallucinating. Jesus fuck, this was messed up! He had been gripping onto the sink still when Peter got to the doorway and yelled. Wade's head darted up just as the door was shut. Well fuck.

"Peter?" Wade called out in a shaky voice. He could see the outline of himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye and it sent another wave of panic through him. Wade reached for the doorknob, trying to open the door but getting nowhere. Hello, Peter was way stronger than he was, so he wasn't getting out of there unless Peter let him. And even if Wade was freaking out, he really didn't feel like having to replace the bathroom door.

"Pete, please. I think I'm hallucinating and I need to get out of this bathroom." He begged through the door.

Peter didn't dignify that with a response, hastily dialing Wade's number. Pick up you asshole. Of course, when the trap remix of Barbie girl started playing from the other side of the room, Peter felt the tension ease away. He hadn't accidentally, bizarrely cheated on Wade, thank god, his phone was here! He must be around...somewhere. Unless...had something happened to him?

The relief was over too soon, though, because there was still a naked dude calling his name from the bathroom at four in the fucking morning and Peter had reached his panic-inducing quota.

Peter took a deep breath, steeling himself. Why was he freaking out? He fought a giant lizard. His boyfriend was immortal. Peter could be a big boy and deal with a creep trespassing in his apartment.

He opened the door, grabbing the guy and pinning him against the wall with his forearm. The stranger was taller than he was, but Peter was certainly stronger. "You move a muscle, I swear to god I'll break your arm." His fingers flexed against the guy's wrist, as if daring him.

Wade heard his phone go off in the bedroom. Who the hell called at 4am -- well, Weasel did. Wait. Was Peter calling him when he was clearly right here?

Suddenly there was Peter and Wade felt relief once again. He started to reach out toward his boyfriend, but then Peter was pinning him to the wall. Holy shit.

"I had a wet dream that started out like this once." What? Peter's ridiculous strength was fucking hot and now it was distracting him from the fact that his scars were gone. He didn't move an inch. His mouth didn't count, right? Because that wasn't going to stop moving. This was Wade. "Peter, please. While I love when we roleplay in the bedroom, I don't think that time is now. As you can see from my face something fucking weird is going on."

"You're not my type," Peter growled, wall creaking again as he pushed Wade into it. Clearly, he wasn't fucking around. "How do you know my name? Who are you, and where's my boyfriend?"

"Yeah, something weird alright. You've got about five seconds to tell me where the hell Wade is before I get ugly." He didn't care if Wade could heal from literally anything, the idea of him somewhere and hurting was making Peter feel sick. "And trust me, you don't want to see that."

Peter had a very strict line of 'do-not-cross', but he wasn't stupid. He picked things up from Wade, and while he discouraged that kind of behavior...he's still freaking out on the inside, okay? Cut him a break.

"Well, you probably should have realized that before you touched my dick, Pete." The air flew out of his lungs at the push and he squirmed unintentionally. "I know your name because I am your boyfriend."

Shit. Peter didn't realize it was him! What a clusterfuck. At least having Peter close to him had stopped his panic attack in its tracks. Even if Peter was now pinning him against the wall and had no idea that it was him. The only version of Wade that Peter had known was the one with scars, so he could imagine how confused he was.

"Now look. I am going to be completely honest with you." Wade's face went serious and he looked Peter in the eye. "...you are about as ugly as a pile of fluffy kittens. No. Look. It's me, baby boy. Also, I might just want to see that because I think it would be really hot. Maybe we should keep roleplaying."

"I have never touched your dick!" He didn't even know this guy! Who in the fuck did he think he - oh, well there was the answer to that question. Peter frowned, arm tightening against Wade's chest. Probably making it hard to breathe, but Peter couldn't think about that right now. "I think I'd know my own boyfriend, dude. And you are not him."

Wade had never shown him a picture - hell, Peter didn't even think Wade had a picture. Sometimes he tried imagining what Wade might have looked like - blonde? Brunette? It didn't matter, and he never brought it up because he knew it made Wade sad; he was insecure in his own skin and Peter loved him just the way he was, no sugar-coated exterior necessary.

"Could a pile of kittens put a fist through your chest because I can." Peter growled again, eyes narrowing. The guy's heartbeat was a little fast - good, he was frightened, or at the very least, anxious - but he didn't hear it skipping a beat. "Keep it up, smartass."

"If you're really my boyfriend, prove it." Peter's grip tightened further. "I'm waiting."

"Yes you have." He argued back. "And yes I am." He was being an ass.

It was easier for Wade to get rid of all the pictures after it happened otherwise he would have ate himself alive even more than he already did. He assumed he would never see that face again, so why torture himself? Except he fucking woke up with that face again and now all hell was breaking loose.

"Look, I know you've never seen how I looked before Weapon X. But I swear to you, Peter, it's me. I woke up from another fucking Weapon X nightmare to this and you aren't the only one that is freaking the fuck out. I don't know what happened!" Now Wade was losing it again. He managed to get the words out even though Peter's arm on his chest limited his breathing. The edges of his vision started to go a little dark now that he was starting to hyperventilate. This wasn't happening right now.

"My name's Wade Winston Wilson. You met me as Deadpool and you were Spiderman. I asked for a cake shaped like your ass for my birthday this year. I burnt your pancakes the morning after we first had sex and even though I was going to toss them in the trash you still ate them. And then I made you about a million more non-burnt pancakes because your stomach is a black hole, but still. What else do you want to know, Peter?! It's me."

The guy was babbling now, and Peter loosened his grip enough for him to breathe when he started wheezing a little towards the end of his sentences. Whoops, he didn't mean to squeeze the life out of him. Peter listened, jaw clenching as Wade struggled to explain but - no. No, how could that be possible? Peter did a double take, really looking the man in the face now - he could see, vaguely, Wade's jawline, could maybe imagine this guy bald...

The eyes made it click, though, and Peter let Wade go, backing up a few steps, hands out in front of himself, unsure. The cake and the pancakes...Wade was the only one that could have possibly known that. But it just...it wasn't computing! Peter blinked again, as though that might help him reorganize the jumbled thoughts in his head, as the anger ebbed away into pure confusion.

"...Wade? Is that really - but you - " There was nothing Peter could say that Wade didn't already know, and he stumbled back to lean against the sink, quite simply blown away.

As soon as Peter backed up, Wade almost fell over, taking huge gulps of air. But that was probably not the best thing to do because now he was super dizzy. It also didn't help that he was still in the throws of a minor panic attack because he was no longer a fucking giant deformity.

He held his head in his hands and tried to get his breathing under control. "Yes, Pete. It's me. I swear." What the fuck was going on? How could this even be happening? If Peter was seeing the same thing, then he couldn't be hallucinating, right? How was this even possible? "I just woke up like this, Peter. I don't know what's going on."

It was weird because he used to wish for this to happen constantly the first year after his mutation. But now that it had happened... was this what he really wanted?

Watching Wade stumble jolted Peter out of his inaction, and he knelt beside Wade, reaching out a tentative hand to touch his shoulder. His smooth, foreign shoulder. Peter had mapped out every inch of Wade with his hands, with his mouth and it was just...really weird. "Wade, you need to breathe first. Breathe, babe. It's okay. You're okay."

He'd just woken up from a nightmare only to have Peter threatening him and pinning him to a wall. Some supportive boyfriend Peter was, jesus. He let his hand move, stroking gently down Wade's back. "I don't know either but - I mean - woah."

Wade had been very insistent that the effects of his mutation were completely irreversible. Peter had pushed it, at first, wondering if there was a way to help Wade's pain, but he'd been shut down pretty quick. Apparently Wade had pursued that course of action and it didn't lead anywhere.