request: “about that last request with the dad scenario. could you do dead pool? like his teenage daughter brings a boy home and shit goes down?idk it was just the first thing that came to my head 😳”
characters: deadpool, reader, some poor teenage boy
warnings: profanity, sexual joke
You and a boy from your biology class were going out to see a movie. He had been super nice to you since you tutored him a bit in the year before.
You checked you hair in the mirror once before flipping the light switch off. You wanted to leave before your dad had the chance to scar the poor boy.
The doorbell rang and you cursed, sprinting down the stairs to get there before your father. “What do you want?”
You saw your dad at the door, in his Deadpool suit, and a sword in his hand. “U-uh I’m here to take (Y/N) out sir.”
“How do you know my daughter?” Deadpool squinted his eyes, and leaned close to the boy, who leaned back at the same time.
“I- I uh, have biology with her.” He stuttered and you tried to move your dad out of the door way, only for his fat ass to stay put.
“Oh! Biology, ha that’s nice.” Your dads tone was light and had a comedic glow. “What’s your grade in bio?”
“Really? In the case-” your dad pulled off his mask and the kid stared at him in horror. “You have any idea how to fix this fuck face?”
The terrified boy took off running down the street, not sparing a glance back.
When your dad turned around to face you, arms crossed and foot tapping he froze. “Uh- hi honey.”
“Hey! I did you a favor! He’s ugly anyways.” He set his sword on the coffee table and settled into the couch. “He probably just wanted to use you like a stuffed unicorn anyways.”
“What?” He froze and hesitated, trying to think of an excuse.