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dyns33 · 2 months

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Obvious

Most of the time I see him as the cool silly big bro, but I love Deadpool, so here's a long Deadpool x female reader.

Normally nothing destined Y/N to meet Wade Wilson.

A normal life, without enemies, without superpowers, without contracts on her head. She didn't fight, respected the law (at least for the most serious and important things) and she considered herself to be a good person.

The first time she had passed Saint Agnes Orphanage, she hadn't really paid it much attention. The second time, she found it a little strange that an orphanage was in this part of the city, which was not really made for children.

Then one evening, when she had had a bad day, she realized that it was a bar and she decided to go in for a drink.

Since she thought an orphanage was strange in that place, she might have thought it was odd for a bar to have such a name. She could also have been scared when she saw the other customers, who all turned towards her, indicating that she might not be welcome.

But Y/N was tired, and she just wanted a drink before going home, so she smiled politely as she sat down at the counter.

The waiter frowned, but he agreed to serve her with a shrug, muttering that as long as she was an adult, it wasn't his problem.

A tall, bald, tattooed guy then approached her, putting a hand on her arm without worrying about her private space, asking her if she wanted to follow him home.

"… No thanks."

“Come on, don’t be a slut.”

"Please."

“Come with me, you stupid bitch.”

"Now, that's really not very nice. The lady said no, a gentleman should know it's time to leave. But no Hector, not only are you insisting, but you're being rude."

"Fuck you, Wade, don't get involved in this !"

The waiter continued to mumble about cleaning, while this Wade guy smashed Hector's head against the counter. A tooth even flew close to Y/N’s face.

That might have been enough to scare her completely. In addition to the surge of violence that was happening right next to her, there was the red suit, the katanas and other guns, which could make you want to flee as quickly as possible.

But when he finished kicking Hector's ass, Wade turned to her, and despite the mask, it was obvious that he was smiling, extending a hand towards her.

"Miss, my apologies for that boor. He knows nothing of good manners."

"… Thank you."

"You're very welcome, lovely angel ! Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Merc with a mouth, at your service ! Oh, he spilled your drink… Bad Hector ! Or was it me ? Maybe it was me. Weasel, the same for the little lady, on my note !”

“You already owe me a fortune.”

“I will kill whoever you want for free !”

“I thought you didn’t kill anymore.”

"Ah yes… I'll suck you for free !"

“Here you go, two drinks, just shup up Wade.”

In the end, Wade was a bit special, but not evil. He stayed with her, partly because he loved having someone to talk to, but also to make sure no one else was going to bother her again.

And he talked a lot. Everything he said didn't always make sense, he even seemed to be talking to himself sometimes, but he was funny. It seemed to please him that Y/N laughed at his jokes. Behind the counter, Weasel was still muttering that she was doing something silly.

Among the long tirade he delivered that evening, she understood that Wade had not had an easy life. That he had done some things that could make him a criminal, but he had been trying to improve for some time.

"Colossus already wanted me to become an X-men but it wasn't for me. Wait, there are X-men in this universe ? I do not know anymore. Anyway, there's Spidey and Devy. No, he's right, this nickname isn't great, Devil. Like Daredevil. They want us to be Team Red, but only if I stop unliving people. It's not fair because they're friends with Frank, and Frank keeps unliving people, but he lost his wife and his kids, so I guess he has more sympathy points than me."

"I don't understand everything, but I guess Spidey is Spiderman ?"

"Yes ! He's super cool ! And his ass ! People confuse us sometimes, it annoys me, but it's a bit of a compliment. He's my role model."

Like a true superhero, Deadpool insisted on taking her home. He was terribly honest, saying that he could leave her a few blocks away, but that was useless, because as a former mercenary, he was very good at stalking people and he could find her address without difficulty, even if he only had her name.

"Which I wouldn't do ! Normally. I might want to see you again, and ask Weasel to find your number, but I know myself, I'll put it in my phone, and I'll hesitate for weeks, then I'll send a lousy message, you'll be scared, you'll block me, I'll be ashamed and I'll shoot myself in the head because I'm a moron."

“I can give you my number.”

"And I… Huh ? Huh ?! For real ?!" exclaimed Wade, jumping like a child on Christmas Day.

Wade called her right away, specifying that it was not to verify that she was giving him a false number but a little. Despite the mask, his face showed surprise when he saw that she hadn't lied.

"I should put a bullet in my head to make sure I'm not dreaming."

“You wouldn’t wake up.”

“Baby girl, we only just met, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

When Deadpool talked about shooting himself, he meant it literally. It often happened that he died, either because of an enemy, an accident, or by his own hand. But he always came back. A gift like a curse.

They became friends. It was obvious, and quite sad, that Wade didn't have many friends.

Most people around him couldn't stand him or were afraid of him. It was true that he could be quite unpredictable, especially when he got lost in his discussions with the boxes, or an imaginary audience. But he was never mean.

Weasel was more of a collaborator, Al was forced to accommodate him, and the other heroes, unable to get rid of him, tried to make him a nice guy.

And he was really nice. Crazy but adorable, funny and wanting to do well.

Very quickly, Y/N started to have a crush, and even more. Even after seeing him without a mask. He never took it off completely to eat, repeating that he didn't want her to lose her appetite or feel like throwing up.

But after landing in a trash can after a fight, and forgetting that he had invited her to watch Princess Bride, Y/N had seen him. Yes, his scars were a bit impressive, but they weren't that bad.

With an embarrassed smile, he waved his hand while remaining frozen near the entrance.

"… I can move if you want to run away. I won't follow you. I may look like Frankenstein's monster, but I only pursue young girls who ask me to. Or who deserve it. Because criminals have no gender, I don't discriminate."

“I brought popcorn.” was her only reaction.

"... Oh. Sweet ? Salty ? Caramel ? Al must have beer somewhere, hidden with the cocaine."

After that, he was a little less afraid to show his face, even though it was obvious he wasn't comfortable. It wasn't easy to reassure him, repeating that she didn't care about his appearance.

Y/N didn’t remember how they ended up having this conversation. The only thing she knew was that she was pressed against him, laughing, when she had innocently said it would be fun if they went out together.

This made Wade laugh, but a very serious laugh, leaving no chance and hitting where it hurt.

"You and me ? Ah ! No chance."

"Why ?"

"It's obvious."

A simple little sentence could sometimes do a lot of damage. Too busy making fun of the characters on the screen, Wade didn't see Y/N's look of sadness, just as he didn't feel her body stiffen.

Still, she should have expected this response. Of course it was obvious that they had nothing to do together. Deadpool was a super hero (in training), he was tall, muscular, funny, rich.

She had seen photos of his deceased ex, Vanessa. She had observed him flirting with beautiful women and men before. It was already fortunate that she was only friends with him.

So Y/N swallowed her pride, accepting the obvious, and not talking about the subject again.

But it was hard, because the more time passed, the stronger the feelings became.

It was even harder when Wade entered his depressive phases. He kept putting himself down, insulting himself and accepting insults from the boxes in his head. It took a lot of patience and perseverance to get him to put down his gun.

"Anyway, I'll come back later. Bad luck for the world. People would be happier if I wasn't here anymore. Maybe they'll miss me a little, for a few minutes."

“I would miss you, Wade.”

"Yeah… You say that because you're adorable, baby girl. But you'd be better off without me too. I'm a real drag."

“You saved me the first time we met.”

"And since then you think you owe me a debt. You know, every time we're in the street, the others look at me and they're afraid. If I wasn't there, you could be with them. You could have lots of friends.”

"I don't want lots of friends, Wade." Y/N sighed, taking him into her arms. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Oh, sweetie pie, me too !”

It was rarer for them to find themselves in the opposite situation. Not because Deadpool wasn't capable of empathy, but because she didn't like talking about her problems, preferring to keep everything to herself and cry out of sight.

Unfortunately, she had made the decision to become friends with a former mercenary who loved to jump from roof to roof, only to come visit without warning by tapping on the window.

Y/N had no time to hide her tears, holding back a sob as her eyes met those of Wade, who had stopped mid-movement, fist raised against his window.

He didn't hesitate before entering, terribly serious.

"Who ? Who did this ?"

“Wade…”

"Who made my baby girl cry ? I want a name. Spidey and Dev will understand. Yellow wants decapitation, White wants emasculation. Tell me who."

"It's really not necessary. It's not important."

“It’s important if you cry.” Deadpool growled as he looked around the apartment for clues.

Once he had an idea in his head, it was almost impossible to divert his attention. If it wasn't so important, it was possible with food or talking about Spiderman's butt. But this time he considered it very important.

Tired, Y/N thought that all she had to do was say that it was just a ridiculous heartbreak for him to calm down. He had no reason to kill someone just because they didn't love her back.

This actually seemed to calm him down a bit, as he patted his cheeks with his hands in a dramatic gesture.

"What ?! Someone doesn't love you ?! Someone doesn't like my sweet little angel ? Are they crazy or stupid. You deserve the best !"

"Actually… He's the one who's too good for me."

"Bullshit ! The important thing is love ! If a woman can marry a space duck, then everyone can be together, as long as it's legal and consensual !"

"… What ? No, wait, it doesn't matter. Wade, please forget it."

"A name. Let me prove to you that this fool doesn't deserve you, and not the other way around !"

"No."

"A name !"

"You ! It's you !"

For the first time since they met, Wade was silent for more than a minute, staring at her like he wasn't sure she was real. He often had hallucinations, so this happened to him.

Then he muttered incomprehensible things, probably speaking with his boxes to check that he had heard what she had just said.

"… Me ? As in, me ?"

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N sighed, wanting to disappear. "You've already said it, it's obvious that we're not meant to be together. You're charismatic, and strong, and funny, with powers. You save people, you have an extraordinary life, while I… I am me."

"… Baby girl. Do you have a fever ? Did you lose a bet ? Because… You saw me without a mask. You know I'm crazy and dangerous. There are several bounties on my head, I've unlived more people than the population of New York, and my favorite movie is Zoolander 2. When I said it was obvious… I meant that you were too good for me."

There had been a misunderstanding, each being convinced that the other could never want the other, because they were too different. But even though he was special, with skin problems and an inability to concentrate for more than ten minutes, Wade was much better than a space duck.

However, while she was sure of what she wanted, he hadn't clearly said what he expected next.

"I mean, if you just want to be friends, I'll understand."

"You can't tease me like that and then break my heart. Don't play with me, woman !"

“Wade…” Y/N sneered, as he gesticulated like a degenerate, declaiming his great love for her and her smile, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Taking advantage of his inattention, she approached him, until he froze when he felt her hands on his mask.

With a look, she asked him if she could take it off, and as he didn't move to stop her, she took it off first up to his nose, before hesitating.

Y/N didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but she also didn’t want him to think that she didn’t want to see him if she didn’t go further. So she took out the whole mask, she observed Wade, smiling before kissing him.

"… Don't take what comes next as a bad thing." he whispered as their lips parted.

"What ?"

"I'm going to have a heart attack…"

As always, Y/N thought he was joking at first, until he collapsed in front of her, looking delighted even though his heart had stopped beating. Fortunately she was used to seeing him die, even if it was still a little traumatic.

It took almost an hour for him to wake up. Y/N had time to take a shower and make herself some tea, sitting on the couch to wait.

"Shit !" he shouted as he opened his eyes, looking around the apartment before looking at her. “Did we kiss ?”

“Yes and you died.”

"It's weird. Normally you go to heaven after you die, not before. But I probably don't have enough superhero points for heaven yet, so the other option is that I became totally crazy."

“Wade…”

"I know, White and Yellow would have told me. They're already saying that all the time, but they would have insisted, especially for me to escape from the asylum. It's no fun fighting with fake people and hippos. Was I dead long ?"

“No, a little over half an hour.”

"And you stayed with me, it's so cute. Nurse Y/N. No, Doctor Y/N, and I'll be Nurse Wilson. Oh, Doctor Y/N, I made a mistake in the dosage of a patient, I'm a bad nurse, punish me."

"… Let's see Nurse Wilson, we're in the middle of an intervention, calm down."

"Uh oh ! You're playing along !" Wade exclaimed, pouting from the ground. "I didn't expect that ! Wait, I need a blonde wig, and a white dress. You'll see, I look super sexy in a dress. Wait, we do this now or it's quick and we should have a date first ?'

“I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

"I see the genre, like in novellas. Doctor Y/N takes me to the restaurant to talk about my future promotion, but in fact, you are going to admit to me that I am pregnant with you, before I even enter your bed !"

“As long as you’re in my bed before the hundredth episode.”

“UH !”

The small, high-pitched cry of pleasure preceded a second cardiac arrest, Deadpool's mind imagining Y/N and him in a bed, with a stetoscope.

When she asked him if he was going to have a heart attack every time, he told her that he would probably die for good the day he saw her naked, or that they made love for the first time.

But Wade was a gentleman, he ate lots of vegetables, exercised, and begged Daredevil to teach him meditation techniques.

So he had the courtesy of having the next heart attack only after they were finished, and in the toilet. And every time after that they were together, Wade would go out of his way to just get a nosebleed.

Especially on Weasel's counter, telling him everything they had done or almost everything, which annoyed the poor waiter a lot, even if he knew that it would happened from the start, the moment he saw Deadpool with Y/N.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Y/N holds Wade as it appears Deadpool is about to die…

Wade: you know (coughs) we made a good team

Y/N: we did, Wade

Wade takes a hold of Y/N’s face

Wade: and In some other universe…I would’ve loved doing laundry and taxes with you

Y/N: dammit Wade!! A meme reference?!

Wade jumps up and runs away…

Wade: scroll to the next one, reader!! Quick!!!

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lilylovelyxo · 1 year

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Y/N, exasperated: “Put the knife down, Wade.”

Wade: “I want to be an artist! Like Leonardo Dicaprio.”

Negasonic TW: “That's right.”

Y/N: “That's Da Vinci, Wade.”

Wade: “No!”

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skylarinfinity · 11 months

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wade: oh no! i don't think we can mansplain, manipulate or manwhore our way out of it this time!

m/n: [cracks his knuckles] manslaughter it is.

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crazyk-imagine · 8 months

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Russian is Different from Rushing

Pairing: Wade "Deadpool" Wilson x Mercenary!reader

Characters: Wade "Deadpool" Wilson, Mercenary!reader

Warnings: Wade being an idiot, this was too fun to write, reader has known him for so long, reader was kicked in the side before this, Wade and reader are trying to help the x-men, wade being himself naturally this needs a warning

Word Count: 383

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You and Wade run into up the stairs (after a minor detour from the guy who was complaining about the number of stairs y'all have to go up). "Hurry up," you run ahead of him.

"I am, you're just freakishly in shape."

"It's called being healthy."

He mimics you while following after you. "It's called, you're insane."

You roll your eyes and jam your elbow into the bad guy's side. "Go take care," you grunt, adrenaline keeping you from feeling the pain in your side. "Take care of the guys in the room."

Wade glances back at you and salutes. "On it." Screams of many men dying in there brings you to a halt. You wait till there's nothing. "Is it safe?"

"Use your safe word."

"Wade!"

"Kidding, obviously." He turns, "or am I? Oh, you can't tell because I'm wearing my mask but I'm winking."

"Stop talking to yourself and get over here."

"Coming, darling."

You both rifle through some piles.

"I can't understand any of this."

"No shit, you can't read it. All of it is in Russian."

"I don't care how fast they were writing; it makes no sense."

You take a deep breath. "Okay, we need to find the blueprints, right?"

"Yes..."

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Say what?"

You place your hands on your hips. "Do you even know what we're supposed to be looking for?"

"Definitely," he nods and looks back at the cluttered desk. "Maybe. Alright, alright. I know what you’re thinking and it's definitely blue because when teenage warhead brought it up, I thought of us all going out and getting slushies."

A dreamy sigh escapes him. "I'd definitely be getting red and you'd for sure get cola because you're weird and teenage warhead and her girlfriend would get blue and red so they can make purple because they're disgustingly cute."

"Uh huh." You shove him off the table, letting him fall backwards. "Grab everything you think is important."

You're wheezing as you try to catch your breath but falling on your back, especially when you're tackled is never easy. "What the- fuck, Wade."

"You said grab everything important and I am."

That sounds so sweet coming from him. "Plus, I don't want everyone thinking I'm the reason you died."

You groan. "My hero."

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Request! So could you do like, how some of the marvel characters (your choice) would react to the reader surprise hugging them? You don't have to do this of course! Also have a good day gor night!

Marvel characters x Male reader

Headcanons

I shall be using my faves, hope you enjoy ;) These are shorter, but there’s more characters than I normally do. I was imagining the reader and the characters are already in a relationship in this :).

Steve Rogers

- Depending on the time, I imagine Steve reacts differently. If hes heavily focused on what hes doing, I think hed give a small jolt and turn around. When he realizes its you, he hugs you back.

- Or he will have heard you coming, supersoldier hearing you know. Hed let you sneak up on him though, and turn around at the last second to surprise hug you first.

Bucky Barnes

- You won’t be able to sneak up on Bucky. With all the training hes had, he heard you the moment you stepped into the room.

- He would indulge you though, and let you “sneak” up on him and let you wrap your arms around him. I think hed place his hands on your arms so he could hold you as well, maybe lean his head back to rest on your shoulder.

Tony Stark

- I think Tony would jump almost a mile into the air if he’s heavily focused with something or just oblivious to what’s happening around him.

- Hed clutch at his chest and make some overexaggerated comments about how you scared the life outta him and how you shouldn’t scare a man with heart problems. Then he would kiss you and hug you.

Steven Grant

- Steven would be surprised and maybe give a tiny jolt or gasp, but he would melt into your arms and lean back against you.

- Maybe he would even turn his head to kiss you on the cheek or you two would sway from side to side as he tells you about his day or current interests.

Clint Barton

- Good luck sneaking up on Clint. Using his spy training, I think he would either drop down, crawl between your legs and hug you from behind instead.

- Or he would do some over the top flip over you to hug you from behind. When you pout at not being able to get him, he would pepper kisses all over your cheeks to cheer you up.

Peter Parker

- I think the only moment you could sneak up with a surprise hug on peter, would be during Star Wars marathons, when he’s doing homework, or working on spiderman stuff.

- If he’s working on spiderman stuff, his first reaction would be to shove whatever he’s working on into his desk to hide it, but when he realizes its you, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Other times he would just lean back against you.

Eddie Brock

- You can only sneak up on Eddie and Venom in the morning when they’ve just woke up. Venom is throwing together what he claims is breakfast, and Eddie is half asleep against the counters in the kitchen.

- When you give him a surprise hug from behind, he almost spills his coffee, but he leans back to half sleep against your chest instead. He leans his head back to kiss your chin or cheek, and Venom purrs, giving you the closest a symbiote can to a kiss as well.

Wade Wilson

- Wade will throw himself around so fast that you can barely keep up and hug you too, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air. No matter what height or size you are, he will lift you.

- Wade will swing you around and call you the most over the top pet names, and then pucker his lips in an overexaggerated way demanding a kiss to be let down.

Matt Murdock

- Try all you might, you can never surprise hug Matt. He heard your heartbeat and smelled you the moment you entered the apartment.

- He turns around the last second when you come up behind him, and wraps his arms around you instead. This ends with you grumbling about never being able to sneak up on him, making the man laugh and kiss your forehead.

Frank Castle

- Frank is another person you won’t be able to sneak up on. With all his training, even if you were training to sneak, he would know.

- But he would still let you come up behind him and “surprise” him. He would just look over his shoulder at you, quirk a brow and smirk. Maybe he would kiss you, but then he would go back to doing whatever it was he was doing.

Johnny Storm

- Hugging Johnny all of a sudden would give him a shock, and hed almost drop what he was holding if he was holding anything where he would then fumble to catch whatever it was.

- He would turn to look at you over his shoulder and pout, but would then smile when you kiss him on the cheek. Johnny would turn around in your arms and hug you back, squeezing you tight.

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Y/N pointing to Thor: Guy who has a boss health bar.

Y/N pointing to Tony: Guy that has a "divorce playlist".

Y/N pointing to Pietro: Guy who makes "your mom" jokes to their siblings.

Y/N pointing to Wade: Guy who is polyamorous only to grow their army.

Y/N pointing to Vison: Guy who calls it "Maroon 7.13" adjusted to inflation.

Y/N pointing to Sam: Guy who says "no homo" but proceeds to say the absolute most homo stuff.

Y/N pointing to Scott: Guy that is just kinda there, nobody knows why.

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hanasnx · 19 days

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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | dirty flirting | suggestive material | it’s not dubcon, it's just you and deadpool's dynamic.

Like a stray cat, a mercenary hangs around your neighborhood. At first he was cute, you'd leave some food out for him, he'd hit on you shamelessly and in a million different shades of dirty, and then you wouldn't see him for six months. It got old quick, especially because he didn't care that you weren't interested. As if flirting with you was a hobby, he didn't mind that he wasn't getting anything out of it besides your irritation.

It's late, but you might as well take your trash out. You didn't bother to cover up when it's hot and humid out. In a crop top and the littlest shorts you own, you step out, immediately greeted with the familiar tune of DEADPOOL's voice.

"Braless—brave." he notes, and you slump in place, turning to see how he lays precariously on the railing of the fire escape. He gestures to his own chest with a flourish of gloved fingers, "Me too. Burn 'em, I say. The 70's were good for something." He nods his head.

You sigh through your nose, dropping your bag to let it sag pathetically on the asphalt. "What do you want, Red? Blowing through my part of town coincidentally again?"

"Oh, no coincidence, sugar." he tsks, and wags a finger at you before gracefully swinging off the railing to flip to the ground. You roll your eyes at his showmanship, and retreat to the backdoor of your apartment building, followed leisurely by the Merc. "Can't a guy say he missed you? Visit suddenly without calling? Golly, a man can't partake in a little light stalking these days."

You round on him, pointing a warning finger in his mask when you catch him watching your tits swing under your shirt. "Nips are hard. Excited to see me?" he asks with enthusiasm, meeting your gaze and you guffaw at him, taken aback with a hand on your hip. "Turn around, lemme see the back again—"

"'Excited?' What part should I be looking forward to? Your outdated jokes or when you make passes at me until you get it all out of your system?" You lean forward, gesturing to your enunciating mouth. "Read my lips, Red, it's- not- happening." Unknowingly, you'd lowered your voice, that sultry tone lulling Deadpool into your direction like a pie on a windowsill.

"Oh, baby, if you could see my face, I'm grinning under this mask right now." he confesses, chuckling under his breath. "Love it when you play hard to get." He straightens to his full height, sighing with relief. "Your place or mine?"

"Red—"

"Seriously, you gotta give me a twirl or something, I'm getting blue balls over here. You take a little stroll in your little jammies and I've got a halfie, throw me a bone."

You scoff at his audacity, as fat and veiny as always, and back away. "I'll see you next time, Red."

"Hopefully you'll see this boner next time, it'll be waving to you like a flagpole flying my tighty-whities." he calls after you. He knows he's exhausted his welcome this time, there'll be another opportunity soon enough.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 10 months

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Can you do a fic where Peter has a panic attack/night terror and Wade calms him down?

Hey Anon,

As someone who is going through lots of ups and downs. I needed a comfort fic so thank you for requesting this. Hope you enjoy it and that you are doing okay <3 XO

Warnings: Throwing up, graphic description of panic, suicidal thoughts, death of loved ones, dark stuff, Spidey-Pool stuff at the end because I couldn't help myself.

Has anyone ever had a panic attack that lasted days?

Peters's hands shook and he cursed as he spelled the words wrong over and over.

Google: Yes.

Fuck.

He scrunched his eyes up and tried to breathe through the cold ice that was running through his body. He watched his fingers and palms go pale as the pressure on his chest threatened to crush him.

The feelings were inescapable. His body reacted to them as if it could somehow outrun his mind. Everything was vibrating, the sound of the electricity made him nauseous.

He laid down on the bathmat in front of the tub. Aunt May had gotten it for him because she hated the ripped-up hand towel that he had been using.

Aunt May.

Another wave of guilt crashed onto him with enough force to make him heave his tired body to the toilet again. Her face flashed before him, he could even hear the sound of her calling his name out in shock as he knew she would if she had seen him like this. A Sob broke through him and he wondered how it was possible to cry, throw up, and hyperventilate at the same time. None of it felt survivable, so maybe he would die like this.

Death would be a welcome friend at this point. It had been three days since he was last on patrol, three days since he saved that blonde woman with blue eyes. She looked so much like Gwen they could have been sisters. He had more people waiting for him on the other side than he did here. He wouldn’t have to worry about food or how he was going to pay rent this month. He thought it was funny that out of all the things he had fought and lived through he would die from a panic attack. His mind was racing, jumping back from memory to memory.

He felt their absence roll through him again.

The pain in his muscles was enough to make his vision hazy. He was so far under that he didn't notice the door open.

“Don’t freak out” He imagined Wade’s voice calling out to him and felt bad that he would be leaving Wade behind. He felt hands press against him. One of Wade's massive hands was pressed to the center of his chest holding him up. The other was on the back of his neck lifting his head from the toilet seat.

“Wade,” He mumbled. His eyes struggled to focus but the harsh light of the bathroom was reflecting off of a large black and red mass.

“Hey, Spidey. Don’t freak out.” He said softly. Why would this freak him out more than he was already freaked out? His face. Wade could see his face. Fuck.

He wanted to shout at him but ended up throwing up again. Wade helped support him by taking some of the burden off of his sore muscles. The toilet flushed and Wade pressed a bottle of sports drink into his hand.

Peter shook his head. He didn't want help. He deserved to suffer like this.

“What happened?” Wade whispered. Peter only shook his head again. He watched as Wade made himself comfortable leaning against the wall next to the toilet. He thought of a way to explain but his body started to feel cold again and another wave started.

Wade pulled him against his chest. It was horrible at first. The embarrassment somehow amplified everything. He felt Wade struggle to get his glove off.

Curiosity made his eyes snap open. He’d wanted to see Wade’s skin since he’d met him. He felt Wade’s skin before he saw it. Wade ran his hand under Peter’s sweaty T-shirt, his skin was heavily textured but still soft and warm. Wade’s hand stopped at the space between his shoulder blades and for unknown reasons, it grounded him. How he could possibly feel any peace crumpled up in Wade’s lap on his cramped bathroom floor was beyond him. His other hand pushed Peter’s hair back in what would be described as soothing. Peter didn't think Wade was capable of these types of things. But here he was calming Peter down with comforting sounds, and holding him tightly.

“Doesn't feel like a fever.” Peter was grateful that he didn't remove his hand. “Thought maybe I’d have to burn down that hot dog stand for giving you food poisoning.”

“Wade No.” Was all he could manage. Wade let out a loud laugh that Peter mostly heard through his chest.

“This about the Blonde then?” Peter reached for the toilet and Wade helped him again.

“You lose someone like her?” He pressed and Peter dry heaved choking on a sob. “So you have a Vanessa too?”

There was a sadness in Wade's voice that broke through whatever was isolating him. His instinct was to stop everything to comfort Wade. He sat up and wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

“Wade - “ He said in a shaky voice, but Wade saw it coming though.

“If you drink a few sips I won’t feel so sad.” His tone was joking but there was a firmness that told Peter that he’d be drinking the red drink if he wanted to or not.

He took a sip and tried to take a deep breath.

“Good boy,” Wade said in a genuine tone that brought heat to Peter’s face.

You're going to die anyway

This thought calmed him down slightly.

“You're a spider who needs a plan. Lucky that you're in luck - I’m a man who has a very big plan.” Wade’s mask winked and Peter groaned. He couldn't stomach a revenge plan right now. “Your apartment is very hot, it has no food, and is overall very depressing. My apartment is superior so I’m spider-napping you. You can try to resist. But we both know you can’t really resist me.” Wade winked again and Peter could see the effort his friend was making for him.

The thought of being alone made the part of him that wanted to survive reach out and grab Wade’s arm tightly.

"It will be okay. We can figure it out together" his voice was serious and Peter felt his words. They made everything better and so much worse at the same time.

Peter realized that Wade still had his glove off. He ran his hand down Wade's arm and gripped hold of his hand before he could pull away.

Even without his magical expression-filled mask, Peter knew his face was scrunched up in discomfort.

"My name's Peter." He said, trying to give Wade something back.

"Peter Parker, born August 10th, 1996, social insurance number is -" Wade started but Peter held up his other hand letting out a groan of defeat.

"When- h-how?" He was angry but his teeth started to chatter again and it came out more scared than anything.

"I've known for like at least three years," Wade said in an apologetic tone. “Did some research on you when we started working together all the time. I knew you were young I just wanted-”

“To violate my boundaries,” Peter said it in an almost playful tone.

“Protect you.” Wade said firmly. Tears started to spill down Peter's face again. Someone was here to protect him? There was a huge absence inside him he had felt his whole life after his dad passed, then it was a massive black hole after Uncle Ben. He didn't know what to do.

“I want you to let me die.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut and he hoped Wade would understand.

“No dice. I’m the captain now kiddo” Wade got up and Peter flinched. “Give me ten”

In less than ten minutes Wade had packed up a bag of lord knows what from all over his apartment. Peter sat there hugging his knees. He was almost afraid of what Wade’s apartment was like.

“Wade, are you sure you want me around?” Peter said in a whisper knowing Wade would hear him. “I’m not the best company.”

“Fuck off,” Wade said back from down the hall. “Let's go baby, Spider-napping is now in progress.”

Wade had him stand in his living room as he wrapped Peter up in a large flat sheet and covered his face with a pillowcase. Peter was barely able to stand so he just accepted this was his fate. This should set his panic off but Wade picked him up and carried him, no choice but to just let it happen.

You're going to die anyway.

Wade shoved him into the back of a taxi. Peter looked like a hostage or a dead body, panic ran through him until he focused on what Wade was saying. He was rattling off some kind of elaborate story about how he captured a ballerina who was also an arms dealer, who was actually an alien. Peter tried to follow along with the situation and wondered who the cab driver was. The man was laughing along, giving Wade praise.

Then Peter realized this must be his friend, and how Wade gets around the city. He listened to the rest of the story and had a lot of questions about if Wade had really retired his old ways.

“Mr.Pool, I don't think your lover would approve.”

“Ah, he’ll come around Dopinder. He can’t resist me.” A weird feeling washed over Peter, another emotion that added a weird burning sensation in his stomach.

“Well, good luck getting the Ballerina back to her mother ship.”

“Thanks for the ride. Crisp High Five.” Peter heard the slap of a high-five before the door flew open and he was getting dragged out of the back seat. Wade picked him up and he hated how much he wanted to stay like that.

The journey up to Wade’s apartment was beyond strange. He greeted the doorman and the concierge-like he had a bundle of flowers in his hand, not a body wrapped up in a sheet. The elevator ride was smooth and took forever. All this meant was Wade lived in a nice apartment. Peter tried to wrap his head around this.

Eventually, they were inside and Wade unwrapped him carefully.

“There, no one knows that Peter Parker knows Deadpool.” He smiled triumphantly. Suddenly the sheets made sense, Peter hadn't even thought about that.

“Thanks.”

“No problemo baby boy. Now you want to crash on the couch or go back to the bathroom floor?”

“Ah,” Peter looked at the very large leather couch in front of him. “Couch is fine.”

Wade gave him a nod. Peter sat on the side of the couch closest to the kitchen. Wade came back with a fluffy Hello Kitty blanket. He wrapped it around Peter and he was grateful as his apartment clearly had AC. Wade kicked off his boots by the door and slid into some blue crocks.

Peter looked at the massive TV in front of him, then to the side at the massive view of the city shining through the windows. His kitchen was huge and nice. Everything was surprisingly clean and comfortable.

Wade started banging around in the kitchen and Peter was happy to sit curled up and watch him. After a moment Wade came by to give him another sports drink. Before going back to the stove.

Chicken and rice were placed in a bowl in front of him. His mind started to spin out and his stomach hurt.

“Try your best. It will make you feel better.” Wade said gently sitting next to him on the couch. Wade flicked through some channels before landing on a Spongebob rerun.

“You must like Spongebob, being a 96 kid.” Peter nodded in response trying to think of the last time he watched TV or Spongebob. He couldn't afford cable, and even if he could between his internship, work, and running around the city, he barely had time to sleep.

They both sat in silence and Peter felt like a little kid again. He hadn’t had a home-cooked meal that wasn't instant noodles since Aunt May passed seven months ago. His throat got tight. He took a deep breath and continued eating, bite by bite.

“Want more?” Wade asked with an eyebrow lifted. Peter surprised himself by nodding. “You think your stomach can handle the sauce?”

“I think so.” He hadn't noticed that Wade’s had sauce on it. After trying a bite Peter was suddenly very happy he survived the night. “You can cook?” His voice was strangled and bewildered.

“Yep.”

“Oh,” Peter nodded and then looked at Wade and laughed. “Lots I don't know about you, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Normally when we hang out you're freaking out about something, and then we round up bad guys. Then we eat and sort of talk about nothing, then home.”

He realized that they could have talked about lots of stuff if Wade knew his identity the whole time.

“Erm, since you know im me - I’m doing an internship right now, I'm working in biophysics and biochemistry. I work at a newspaper selling pictures of Spiderman and various crimes. My Aunt died seven months ago from a drunk driver, and I’m kind of a mess from it still.” Peter felt a sense of relief talking about it. “Gwen died because when I webbed her to stop her falling, the force snapped her neck.”

His body was twisting up into knots again from the vulnerability of everything. It wasn’t fair to put this on Wade.

“My mum died of Cancer, and my dad beat the shit out of me till I joined the special forces, and killed a lot of people. Didn't want to kill certain people, got an honorable discharge, and couldn't work. Became a mercenary, killed more people for better money, fell in love. Got super duper deluxe cancer, went to an experimental lab, and got the shit kicked out of me again until my mutation kicked in. Won the girl back, got revenge, then lost the girl on our anniversary because I missed one and she got shot.”

“I had no idea, Wade - I” Peter whispered.

“Dude shut up,” Wade said, shoving Peter’s shoulder. “Now that we are officially best friends, let's get you into bed.”

Peter wanted to resist but also didn't want to be rude. Wade took him into a guest bedroom that was filled to the brim with Golden Girls Merchandise. Wade showed him where the bathroom was and how the shower worked then left him alone with his bag of clothes.

Peter sat on the edge of the bed for a moment trying to process what the hell had happened. They had been friends, but Peter never actually considered Wade a true friend, not enough to get to know him. Guilt started to bubble up again. Normally Wade just flirted with Peter and told him jokes. Normally if Peter wasn't trying to stop him from killing someone, he was beyond flustered and overwhelmed.

Peter took a quick shower and prayed that he would make it through the night without having a night terror.

Things started off okay. Until they weren’t. Everyone was suffering just out of his reach. Green Goblin crushed his bones as he struggled to get to them. Gwen’s scream echoed loudly.

“Peter.” Someone was shaking him. “Fuck.” He was barely conscious as he felt Wade pull him down from something. Once in his arms, he gave Peter another Shake. He tried to open his eyes but his body was operating on nothing again. “Moving you next to me,” Wade mumbled something about sheets.

He was on his back and he felt Wade move partially over top of him. His arm was across his shoulders and his leg was slotted between Peter’s. Peter didn't understand, but he also didn't care. The weight on him caused his body to stop shaking.

“Nothing going to get through me to hurt you, baby boy.” Peter felt Wade’s words press into the side of his head.

A different feeling rose up inside Peter. One he realized he would have to surrender to.

______Extras_______

Waking up entangled in Wade was strange. He was on his side curled into Wade’s chest. He felt the way his arms cradled him and for a moment he never wanted to be anywhere else.

“Morning baby boy.” His voice was husky and his hand squeezed the back of Peter’s neck gently. A moan escaped Peter’s mouth and he finally understood why that name caused him so much embarrassment.

“You are the worst sleeper ever,” Wade said in a light tone while running his hands through Peter’s hair. “I had to get you off the ceiling. I thought you were possessed or some shit. Tried to hold you down but you chilled out. Chased me all over the bed.”

Peter didn't think this is what friends did with each other. So he thought he’d just enjoy whatever this was and see where the lines were. He nuzzled his face into Wade’s neck.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. Wade smelled good, beyond good. Peter wanted to roll in it, bathe in it. Wade just pulled him closer.

“S’alright. I enjoyed it. It was nice being the one getting chased this time.”

Before Peter could react Wade continued.

Peter was scared. What if something happened to Wade? - Nothing would happen to Wade.

“I have an empty room. If you want to team up. There's always food, AC and heating. We spend all our free time together anyway.” Wade mumbled.

“Sometimes the cancer comes back, I’m pretty useless on those days, it would be nice to have someone around ya know.”

“Like your regenerative power just stops?” There was an edge of panic in his voice.

“It just slows down sometimes if I overuse it. Not enough to kill me, trust me.” Wade said and Peter didn't like the thought of him hurting.

“Do friends normally erm -” Peter asked anxiously, he didn't know how to ask the question.

“Peter, at least give your body a few days before the next crisis,” Wade said his hold on Peter tightening slightly.

“Who said it was a crisis?” Peter wasn't sure what the hell came over him. This was when he realized that his face was pressed into Wade's neck. An obvious distinction between where the collar of his T-shirt was and where the skin of his neck was.

Peter finally opened his eyes and pulled away, resisting Wade’s attempt to keep him in place, and looked up. Wade’s face was beyond scared. His body was covered in hypertrophic scarring. There was no beginning or end. But his eyes were what gutted Peter.

He’d been dodging Wade’s flirting for years on the premise of never letting another person close enough to hurt them, well, and not knowing what the hell to do about it. Wade provided something that was so special, so hard to find. He genuinely made Peter feel safe. His Spider senses flat-out didn't work on Wade. No matter how awful the things he had done, he always wanted to be good enough to work with Peter.

“Do you often kidnap ballerinas and haul them up to your apartment?”

“What? Oh, no. Well, she needed help, Peter. I couldn't just leave her here selling alien weapons to the criminals of New York. She just needed some cash to get home to her galaxy.” Wade shrugged.

“That would be a deal breaker for me,” Peter said with a smile. He watched Wade’s face contort into a look of confusion in real life. No mask.

“What kind of deal are we making?” Wade asked seriously.

“What kind of deal do-” Peter was 85% sure they were flirting, or at least that he was trying to flirt.

“No, don’t do that.” Wade said firmly.

Wade pulled him in against his chest again and he was happy they didn't have to talk it out right now. Peter just wanted to rest.

“I like this” He wiggled his body. “But friends dont exactly do this. Or at least feel this way when they do it.” He bit his lip. “I havent really got further than that.”

#spideypool #spideypool fic #wade wilson #Peter parker #peter parker imagine #wade wilson imagine #spider man #the amazing spiderman #deadpool imagine #deadpool #spiderman imagine #spider man imagine

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Hi hi! Could I request some ftm reader x Wade Wilson hc's? If you don't write for Deadpool that's fine!

Wade Wilson x FTM!reader

● so Wade literally could not give less of a shit that you are trans

● when you told him on your third date his response was "cool so can we get extra jalapeños on our nachos? If the answer is no well than that may be a dealbreaker"

● He's constantly flirting with you and telling you all the damn time how hot you are

● "hey there you sexy man, want to slide down my pole like a firefighter?"

● puns, so many puns

● "whatcha reading there Wade"

● "it's a book about anti gravity, I just can't seem to put it down!"

● golden girl marathons when you're feeling down

● he's a very clingy cuddler when you sleep

● you'll wake up to him completely on top of you and snoring so loudly

● Wade's favorite t shirt that he wears all around town says 'I love my trans boyfriend'

● date nights usually involve sneaking into places

● movie theaters, clubs, Celine dion concerts etc

● he knows your testosterone injection schedule

● "pull your shirt up my love it's time for your boy juice"

● Wade and Yukio often make tik toks together while you and warhead watch in the distance

● and he's always referencing memes

● going to a bar and playing pool

● "loser has to clean out the litter box"

● "Wade you don't have a cat what is the litter box for??"

● Wade constantly asking you the weirdest questions

● "okay so fuck Marry kill, colossus, dopinder or blind Al?"

● "I don't want to do any of those things to any of them!"

● "would you rather poop skittles or have everything you eat taste like farts?"

● "Wade that's disgusting"

● coming home to find Wade in food comas

● "the delivery guy insulted me for ordering 5 pizzas for myself and said I couldn't eat it all… so I ate all 5 pizzas and now my tummy hurts"

● that or he will be covered in blood

● "hey babe, so you might want to stay away from 73rd street for a few days, I may have crashed a couple cars into some buildings in a fight… You mind stitching this up for me?"

● Wade will snap the neck of anyone who tries to be transphobic to you

● "hey that's my boyfriend bitch!"

● he's yelling 'trans rights motherfucker!" As he's stabbing them

#marvel imagine #deadpool imagine #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson x reader #x male reader #x trans reader #x ftm reader #headcanons

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Flufftober 25 - Deadpool

Wade Wilson x reader

"This must be your favorite day."

"Because you're a freak."

"I think he understood. Unless he's stupid."

"Haha. You guys are sooooo funny. Halloween, my favourite day, because I wear a mask all the time, and under the mask I look like a moldy avocado. Nobody never said that to me. I think someone did, to Batman, so I'll take that as a compliment."

"You're not as handsome as Batman. With and without the mask."

"Thank you, Yellow, you're adorable."

"More than you, for sure."

Wade didn't know why he kept chatting with the boxes. They were never nice to him and they didn't deserve his attention.

Maybe it was because no one else wanted to talk to him. Despite his best efforts, people still ended up finding him weird, crazy, and dangerous. This was incomprehensible to Wade, who thought he was the best friend in the world.

Loyal, funny, ready to kill if asked, for money or a hug.

According to Spidey, Red, and Moon-Moon, the only heroes who agreed to spend some time with him, he didn't do it well. He was too intense and he had to stop threatening people, whether it was to protect the people he loved, or to ask the people he loved to love him back.

And all of that was when he had his mask on.

No normal person ever gave him a chance seeing his face, running off before they tried to get to know him.

It was a bit hurtful, but Wade could understand. He had already vomited and passed out after seeing himself in a mirror. At the same time.

So even if they said that to be mean, the boxes weren't wrong. His scorched pizza face could only come out on Halloween, because people thought it was a disguise then, and everyone praised him, saying he was really awful, which was so cool. Just for that day.

The other days it was just awful.

"We could enter a contest. We would win a prize."

"At the end, they will understand that it is not a costume and they will throw tomatoes at you while laughing, like Quasimodo."

"Even Quasimodo is more handsome."

"He's not with the girl at the end."

"And Wade is single, I don't see where the problem is."

"I want tacos !" declared Wade, who was tired of listening to them, even though he knew they were going to follow him wherever he went. They were silent only when he shot himself in the head, and never for very long.

It was nice to go out without the mask for once. He decided to put on a cap anyway, to avoid attracting too much attention. If someone asked him, he was a sexy zombie, and a famous one, but incognito, so he didn't accept photos, thank you.

On his way, he passed an ice cream shop, and eating ice cream before the tacos seemed like a good idea. It all ended up in the stomach at the end, the order didn't really matter.

It was a little cold, so there weren't many people in the shop. Some stared at him, both frightened and fascinated, smiling shyly at him when he greeted them.

It was that stupid gesture, to wave his hand to embarrass strangers, that changed his life. Well, maybe not his life, but at least his day.

No, yes, his whole life.

Wade's hand passed very close to the girl who was patiently waiting her turn behind him, touching her hair, and they both jumped at the same time.

The poor innocent backed off, while he immediately apologized, explaining that he hadn't done it on purpose, and that she had no reason to be afraid or disgusted, he wasn't sick or contagious, just ugly.

"Well, I guess there's reason to be disgusted, I have a special face."

"Oh. No, sorry, I was surprised, I was thinking about the ice cream I was going to choose, I thought something was falling on me, like an insect."

"If I was an insect, I would be a dung beetle. Often screwed up, but very useful for the whole world."

The boxes told him he was ridiculous, but that made the young girl laugh. They then told him that she was making fun of him, while she added that he was funny, with a charming smile.

"My name is Y/N." she said, holding out her hand, as if she wanted him to shake it. He couldn't do that, she was way too pretty for him to touch.

"Wade Winston Wilson. Triple W. My dad was an alcoholic, he wanted to call me Georges, but eventually he gave the dog that name, and he loved him more than me."

"I hope that's not true."

"The name story isn't. Shall I buy you ice cream? To make up for almost slapping you. Really sorry, I'll never do that. I'll cut my hand off rather than hit a woman. I've fought women before, but they were bad guys, I mean bad girls, and I think it's pretty feminist of me not to discriminate, but I won't hit a helpless woman who didn't do anything wrong. I'm actually hired to hunt down guys who do this, and sometimes I even do it for free."

This made Y/N laugh again, and Wade considered that she hadn't understood that he was serious.

Not to scare her away, he didn't insist. She had accepted that he pay for her ice cream, if in exchange he agreed to stay a little with her to discuss.

"I thought you wanted tacos." White reminded him.

"But now he wants Y/N."

"She's too good for him. Just like Esmeralda with Quasimodo."

"She's much prettier than Esmeralda."

"What ?" Y/N asked looking at him in surprise.

"Nothing, I... I'm talking to myself, I was thinking of something else. So, not dressed up for Halloween yet ?"

"No, not yet. I'm not sure I'm going out tonight, the streets aren't safe, and I have a date."

Wade did his best to hide his disappointment, so very badly. This made the young woman laugh again.

"I mean, I have a date with my sofa, my television, a blanket and some chocolate."

"I think we have a date with the same person tonight. It's terrible, they're cheating on us, we should get revenge by going out together !"

"Haha, yes, why not."

He had said that as a joke, really. It was one of the only non-serious things he had said since the moment he saw her sweet face and his heart almost stopped beating at so much beauty, and now Y/N had just accepted a go on a date with him.

"No, she's joking too."

"Yes she didn't understand that we were really ugly."

"I'm really ugly." repeated Wade, pointing his fork at his face. "It's not a mask, I look like it all year round. And I'm really hired to punch bad guys, or worse."

"I know. You're Deadpool. You sometimes work with Spiderman and other heroes, I've seen you on the news."

"... And it's okay ?"

"Yes." simply replied the angel who was eating her ice cream in front of him.

White yelled at him that they were probably dead again and dreaming while he was regenerating. Yellow whispered to him that it was a cruel joke, or that she was a Hydra spy who wanted to capture him to study his cells. Wade watched the rainbows and butterflies floating in the air, hearts in his eyes.

Obviously, Y/N didn't see the little hearts, taking his silence for a rejection.

"If I was too quick, I'm sorry, I... You're nice, and funny, and I had a great time with you. But if you're not interested, or you already have someone, or...'

"No ! I'm having a great time too. It's much better than tacos ! I wanted to eat tacos before stopping here."

"Really ? We... We could go have some together? Then I don't know. We'll see. Do you have a number ?"

Convinced that she wouldn't call him, he gave her his personal number. The one he had given to his pals of the Team Red of the Moon, and that was it, because all the other people he knew didn't deserve to know this number, with its brilliant voicemail where he imitated Ryan Reynolds, only knowing his professional phone, where he was making farts noises.

Except that Y/N immediately sent him a message, while they were still together.

"Here. That way we can schedule another date."

"Another date ?"

"Yeah... I mean, unless we don't consider today to be a date. Sorry, we'll schedule a first date."

"I don't know if White and Yellow are right, but I don't care."

"What ?"

"Nothing. Shall we go and eat tacos ?"

Leaving way too much money for the waitress, Wade hopped happily alongside Y/N who was still smiling like he didn't look like an idiot with a ravaged face, and Wade thought to himself that Halloween was maybe actually his favourite day. And that eating ice cream before the meal was a great idea !

#deadpool #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #flufftober 2022

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