This isn’t set in the movieverse, so no Reynolds Deadpool or Holland Peter. It's more comicverse. What comic? Idk, just that setting.
We're moving houses, so I’ve been looking for paint for my walls. I can’t decide on a color though.
Written as a ramble, because I'm tired.
Kinktober 2025 masterlist
Imagine dating both Peter and Wade and being the only one not involved with their nightlife. You are no hero, and you are definitely not a villain or any kind of anti-hero. You are just a guy.
Or, well. You are mostly just a guy. Wade has taught you how to use a lot of different weapons, or martial arts, just in case you need it. Peter does his best to keep you prepared too, cuz you never know.
But all in all, just a guy. You worked at the daily bugle, which was where you met Peter back in the day. At some point you quit, not being able to put up with J.J Jameson and his bull.
Luckily, you have a mercenary boyfriend who makes a lot of money if he wants to, so you get to do what you feel passionate about. And Wade? All he asks in return is you get to watch you work as he sighs dreamily every five minutes.
That, and he wants you to fuck him stupid on the regular. Anything from just giving him a hand here and there, to tying him to a cross and whipping him (if you’re into that). Wade is up for just about anything, anywhere, anytime.
Peter’s a bit more downlow about it. He’s got a wild libido, but nothing you can’t deal with (mainly cuz Wade gets plowed when they go on patrol, multiple times some days. They send voice messages, so you don’t feel left out).
Wade is the one who takes it most days, because of course Wade would love to get taken from both sides by his boyfriends, or both of you in the same hole. He's always a bit lacking when it comes to prep though, as Wade claims his healing factor will fix him.
Peter doesn’t mind being in the middle, but really, he likes when it’s you are Wade more. He likes loving on you both, and then making you both think you’re seeing heaven from how many times he makes you cum.
No matter who though, the aftercare is great. Even when they, or one of them, return from patrol worked up, angry and barely able to keep it together. It’s something you three had to discuss in the beginning of the relationship, to make sure everyone felt fulfilled.
It can go the other way though. Like the times your boyfriends just off and leave during the night, or don’t make it dates or dinners. You have had to make so many excuses for them over the years.
Peter and Wade always do their best to make it up for you, in any way you may need. Even if it’s just cleaning the apartment, or giving you some time, or worshipping you all over and leaving you so positively worn out that you forget why you were angry in the first place.
Wade feels insecure about his body, a lot. Not just his body, but also his voice, his lack of hair, his eyes, his teeth, his personality, everything. And like Wade, he always hides it behind humor or by being over the top in bed. The clearest sign though, is that he’s not willing to take his mask off.
On days like this, you and Peter have to put your heads together and make a plan. Something to make Wade feel loved, feel attractive and feel wanted.
Some days all Wade needs is for you both to jerk off in his face and coo compliments at him. But on other days, Wade won’t even let you look at him. But he still likes to watch, even if he does it by hiding in the closet.
You and Peter figure out that what works when he’s like this, is for you both to share a silicone sleeve. Something you can both fuck into, you seated in Peters lap so he can hold you when you get too overstimulated.
As long as Wade can see what you guys are doing, and hear how you both moan and compliment him the entire time. It's only when you are left shaking and wrung dry, and Peter is panting and sweaty, that Wade will slowly climb out the closet and up the bed.
Peter though, the planner he is, always makes sure there’s just enough juice in your tank that you can get hard again. Enough that Wade can sink down on you as Peter gets behind him, and pushes in beside you.
Even when you are sobbing from overstimulation, and love for the two men above you, you still make sure to express how much you love them. It gets hard to understand you from how wobbly your voice gets, but Wade and Peter both find it cute, so it’s fine.
Wade finally gets his mask off to kiss you both, right before he tumbles over the edge. He won’t stop moving his hips until you and Peter fill him, Wade needs it. At least he pats your cheek and tells you that you’re doing so good.
Afterwards, you always pull Wade down for cuddles as Peter gets you guys cleaned up, both to love on Wade some extra, and so Peter can do a few paces around the apartment to calm down again, because of course he’s still hard.
So yeah, your ears are ringing and you can taste color and see sound, but it’s all good. Peter and Wade both seem happy and satisfied, as you all three cuddle on the now clean sheets (yes peter lifted both of you with one arm to change them).
Wade gets to sleep in the middle, but at some point throughout the night, it always becomes Peter. You? You sleep like the dead, and wake up dehydrated and worn out. At least you have two very hot boyfriends there to take care of you.
Could I request headcanons for Wolverine, Deadpool, Nightcrawler and poly! Wolverine and Deadpool reacting to shy gn reader giving him a love letter to him/them before running away please?
thank you so much again for your patience and understanding! (i also added remy, as i assume that's a character wanted as in previous headcanons, if i'm assuming the same anon, because who doesn't love remy, and i assume maybe he was forgotten in the request😂)
remy
you're sick, and cursing out the forces that knocked you out. you feel weak, which is unfortunate as an x-man, where you feel it's necessary to be strong all the time. thankfully, remy volunteered to take care of you, claiming that his gumbo would make you feel better over night. a "special recipe" he says. you're thankful that remy offered to take care of you, as you have grown to have a strong crush on him. but, you feel awful for putting him out of his way to cook and look after you, even if he volunteered.
he enters your room, carefully keeping an eye on the hot food. he places the tray in front of you, bowing slightly to get a laugh out of you. it works, and he treasures the sound. you eat as he sits with you, making small conversation. you compliment his cooking, and he slightly reddens. it's his love language, and he's glad he can use it on you. you finish quickly, feeling slightly better already. partly because you have a growing crush and he went out of his way to make it for you, but something in the spices made you feel better. but you groan when remy gives you the cold medicine for the night.
you claim it makes you delirious, but remy is stubborn and wants you better. "fine, but only if you stay the night with me." you don't know where you got so bold, but you're quick to back track and feel more flushed than usual because of the request, saying that only until you fall asleep. remy finds it endearing though, and agrees to your terms, making himself comfortable on the futon you have after you take your medicine. he finds your shyness cute, growing to love that part of you.
after taking the medicine, you both talk for a little longer until the sleepiness takes over. you're quick to enter the delirious part though, and confess that you have a letter written for him, and how you're always to scared to give it to him. that perks remy's interest, and he desperately wants to know. he feels slightly bad trying to get the information out of you on where you keep the letter, but who knows if you'd ever tell him outside of this? you point vaguely, but that's all remy needs to find the letter.
he reads it over, and is shocked to see how detailed your feelings for him are. he's glad he found this and knows your feelings for him. he glances back over to you, now deep asleep, and smiles. he cleans up the tray around you and takes it back to the common room to clean, excited to see you in the morning.
you wake up bright and early, feeling back to normal. you get ready for the day, and exit your room. you're shocked by remy greeting you across the hall, leaning against it. he hops up when he sees you, and has a shit eating grin on his face. "ah, chere. in your delirium, you may have pointed out a letter." your face feels heated, and you look to find an exit out of this scenario, hating your delirious self for telling him about that letter. but, remy continues on. "i found it to be wonderful, and i'm glad that i found out about your feelings. i feel the same way, and wanted to let you know." his grin softens, showing his sincerity. you gauge that, and he senses it. he holds out a hand, and you slowly take it as he brings you in for a soft kiss. finally.
logan
you watch logan and charles meander around the campus from your room, where you can only imagine logan is attempting to convince charles for new equipment in the gym. you can't help but admire how he seems to soften when talking to people he likes, in conversation that isn't heavy. you've grown to really love logan over time from the missions you had together; you're one of the few he has in his trusted circle and a bond you won't break.
but, because of not wanting to break that bond, you're struggling in wondering if you should tell him about your feelings for him. in risk of him pushing you away, and kicking you out of his circle. but, from some persistence from storm to tell him your feelings, you've written a letter to give to logan. you feel slightly cowardly in doing so, but you know you would be a shaking mess trying to tell him through words.
you use your power, thinking of logan's location, and appear next to him, interrupting the conversation. he jumps, clearly not expecting you to come out of thin air. charles only smiles, knowing what you're coming down to do. you can only mumble an apology for scaring him, hand him the sheet of paper (shaking like a leaf), and concentrate on your room and disappear as fast as you appeared.
you can only pace back and forth in your room, carving a path into the rugs. you eventually find yourself on your bed, facing the wall. you fear you'll have to move away after the few hours you're waiting, wishing you never let storm convince you into confessing. you knew logan would never feel the same, and you should have stayed in the lane, cherishing what connection you already had. you feel the tears start to shed, and you feel incredibly nervous thinking about the many paths that might occur - all negative - and feel like you might hyperventilate.
a knock at the door takes you out of your feelings, and you launch up, feeling frazzled. you crack open the door, and your eyes widen at logan standing there, who looks as rugged as you've ever seen him. but you don't take long to try and shut the door on him; which he blocks with his foot and opens your room. "please don't disappear on me bub." he says, when he sense you about to leave.
"i'm sorry if you felt too nervous to tell me to my face. i know i can be intimidating to many, but i never wanted that for you, when you want to express any of your feelings to me, and for me." he says, walking up to you. he gently wipes the extra tears from your eyes, as to not spook you further. he harbored feelings for you as well, but always thought himself to be too gruff for you, too much grit for someone who's been alive as long as he has. but he was drawn in by your shy sweetness, and had to confront his feelings when you confessed. hence why it took so long to express his own feelings, ones you could read in his eyes. he drew you in close, putting his head close to yours; "i'll give you a kiss to remember when we have the first date of our lives." he promises, and you can only start to smile; one he'll cherish that he got to put on your face.
wade
wade is... a lot. he's off the walls as a way to buffer his trauma to the rest of the world. you see through him though, and decided to stick around as a partner in crime with him. it took a lot to get here though; when wade saw you nervously sticking by his side initially, he'd call you a twitchy rabbit, the way you would nervously shake, unsure if he wanted you to stick around. but from there, he appreciated you sticking around and how you put up with his awful jokes and banter.
but in those rare moments, in between his snarky banter, he's serious with you. he's revealed his past, what his mission is for. it makes your heart warm that he cares that much for his dead wife, but that reason alone is why you don't tell him your feelings. you're too nervous for that, adamant in your knowledge that you never fall in love with someone who is on a killing mission to avenge his dead wife. well, you may have fell in love, but you would not tell him your feelings.
wade, on the other hand, wonders if you'll ever tell him about your feelings. he really liked your sense of personality, thinking your shy behavior was beyond adorable. but, he knows that his mission for his wife might be something that gets in the way of you asking him if he likes you back. so, on the mission of different timelines, and finding out vanessa was dating another man altogether, it was a whirlwind of trying to stay alive and make out what exactly happened.
when back in wade's apartment with a small gathering of people (including vanessa, with her partner, and wade and her agreed to friendship), after the entire events had happened and wade wasn't wiped from the world, things were different between you and wade. you strayed form each other at the party, and you felt you had to avoid him. you knew this had to be your moment to confess, or it would never happen again. but you had to hype yourself up, and make yourself do it.
in the end, while everyone was at the table talking, you pulled the note out of your pocket and hand it to the new logan. he sees wade written on it, and can only roll his eyes slightly as he plays part in the game to get the note to wade. now that it was out of your hands, your stomach twisted and your palms felt sweaty. when wade gets the note, he smiles, knowing this had to be it. he makes eye contact with you briefly, in which you then skirted your gaze to the food in front of you.
wade glimpsed through the note, enjoying the content, before he threw it onto the table in front of him and leaped up. "well, sugar lips, i think this is a great time to say i've gathered feelings for you as well over the time i've gotten to know you, and would like to take this time to kiss you deeply. if everyone would like to watch, you're more than welcome, otherwise, leave." everyone groaned, while you could only suppress a smile. what a wade way to confess, as you stood up, walked to him, and pulled him into the kiss.
kurt
the mansion is quiet today, one you relish when you can. you were off the hook on teaching today, as it was incredibly snowy outside and the kids were antsy to go outside and play. you park yourself in front of the communal fireplace, finding coziness in the warmth. not many others enjoy the fireplace to the extent you do, much preferring to cozy up in their rooms. sleepily, you curl up on the couch, letting the flames roll over your body. the sleep gets knocked out quickly though, because kurt pops in with his teleportation.
you pop up from your laying position, feeling warm that he caught you lazing around. "you don't have to worry about your perception around me. sorry if i startled you, ja? i have a bad habit of startling others, and you looked comfortable." he says softly, and you go back to relaxing against the couch instead of laying down. it takes a while to feel comfortable with people like this, especially in instances where you can allow yourself to relax. with kurt, you're a lot more comfortable than you would be with others.
you and kurt get to talking, and you lose yourself in his eyes and demeanor around you. he's soft spoken, and you think that's part of the reason why you feel more comfortable talking with him. but you find yourself getting in your head, wondering if he was truly enjoying your company. kurt senses your worry, how you shyly curl into yourself, and lightly places his hand on yours, reassuring you through sitting closer and intently focusing on you. it causes you to stumble over your topic of next steps in the classroom, along with what you plan to do on your day off.
soon, the night grows upon you both, and you feel a bit sad. as you both get up to go to bed, you don't know what comes over you to give kurt your confession; maybe it's the day you spent together, maybe it's the lengthy friendship you share where kurt has been nothing but patient in your shyness to open up to him. but you feel this is a natural point to let him know your feelings, and you hand him his note as you walk back to your room.
when you enter your room, you get set up for the night, wondering what might happen tomorrow when you run into kurt. you're worried you're about to ruin the friendship, but you feel like he needs to know. it's a big step for you, and you hope at least you can remain friends if he doesn't reciprocate. but you don't have to worry about the rest of the night and sitting in your worry instead of sleeping; kurt teleports in, causing you to startle again. you'll never be used to it, and kurt apologizes again.
"i'll have to teleport to where i can get your attention first. but i had to come in, because i'm excited. i'm glad to know of your feelings for me, and would like to let you know i feel the same way. i think it's cute you told me like that." he says, tail flicking behind him in excitement. he uses it to bring you closer, and you can only laugh, ducking your face into his neck. you look up shyly, and he kisses your nose softly, looking at you with love in his eyes, excited for the dates.
poly!logan and wade
you adored their relationship; how wade got under logan's skin, how they both had each other's back in battle, how logan would be snarky with wade. they were meant for each other, and you so desperately wanted to be part of it. you loved them both in your recent working relationship with them. you grew close with them on your venture to the multiverse, and from there, they accepted you into their team. but, you wanted closer than that. too chicken to tell them though, forever holding in the feelings, because would they even want a third person?
it's the end of the mission you all had, and quite frankly, it took a lot out of you. when you and the guys were on the train back to the shared apartment (yes, you crash there with three people), you fell asleep on logan's shoulder. wade, on the other side of logan, laughed at him for growing soft for even letting you sleep on him. logan rolls his eyes, at the same time wade notices two notes with his and logan's name on them respectively. wade grabs them, disregard for your privacy.
when logan gives him a warning look, wade explains that you would have given them over eventually, why not expedite the process? so, he hands logan's over, who admittedly, is also curious about what you have to say. do you secretly not want to work with them anymore and had to figure out what to say when you left? so, they open them, and are shocked to see your words. you're so shy, of course it would be on paper you would confess, but they thought you wouldn't want to be in a relationship with them because of how loud or abrasive they could be. but they were touched by the loving words you crafted.
you're shaken awake by the intuitive knowledge you were at your stop, and blearily look over to wade and logan to see if they were ready to leave. but you freeze when you see they have your notes. your eyes widen as your eyes fill with tears now that they know. you use your powers, invisibility, to get out of this humiliation ritual. you bolt out of the train doors, and wade and logan are close behind, trying to find you. thankfully, logan had an expert sense of smell, and was able to follow your trail back to the apartment.
you're shakingly packing up, prepared for them to kick you out. they weren't supposed to find out ever, or unless you got some sort of signal they were taking a third person. you're stopped from your packing by a hand around your wrist, gentle, and guided away. you turn to see logan on your wrist and wade at the doors entrance. they look at you with reverence, knowing you're incredibly nervous now.
"darling, we don't want you to leave us. in fact, if we had any hint you had feelings for us before these letters, we would have jumped on it. i'm glad to have read these, even though asshole over here had to jump in on your privacy to do so. but we love you to, on our talk over here. we want you to be part of the relationship." logan says, and you look over at wade for confirmation. "yes, sugar plum. we love you too, and our feelings developed over the course of knowing you." you sigh in relief, wiping away tears, and wrap them into a hug.
description:: goddess reader, wade is your boyfriend >:)
a/n:: wade and i are married irl so this is straight from the source
Wade likely meets you first. which is a nice way of saying he's been stalking you after having a legitimate romcom, slow motion, wind only in HIS (metaphorical) hair moment
once he finally introduces himself, your aggravation only leads (turns) him on
your way of cooing condescending, violent things as you accost this clown(?) sets it in stone - your the love of his fucking life
You shove Wade against the nearest wall. "I'm sure you're a.. special kid, but let's put on our listening caps." Your eyes practically pierce his soul, unblinking, pupils narrow and frustrated. "Go ahead." You release him and pat his head like an order. "On." You wait a beat, make sure he's listening- at least to the best of his ability. "Get in my way again and I will turn you into a fucking vegetable." You whisper yell, hardly realizing your nails are biting his jaw through his mask. "Thank you." With a curt grin and pat to his cheek, you saunter past him.
He grunts as he’s slammed against the wall, staring down at you with furrowed brows and a slowly growing grin. “This is not how my first dates usually go but I’m game.” He blurts out before you start speaking. He tilts his head at the mention of a listening cap, looking down at his hands as if one will materialize before you let him go. He blinks slowly and mimes putting a hat on before his head is shoved back against the wall at the force of your sudden grasp. He grins quickly at the fleeting feeling of nails sinking into flesh, chest heaving a touch before he mourns the loss of the sting almost instantly. As his skin stitches itself back together, he rouses himself from his starry eyed haze and starts after you. “How do you feel about Tahiti—maybe Turks and Caicos, I can’t exactly tan, but I feel like I can just sit out and burn.” He rambles, hot on your heels as he takes a selfish look of you before returning to the task at hand. What was it again? Right—planning your honeymoon. “How do you feel about hydrangeas, they smell like shit but, we could always settle for tulips.” He stops for a beat before continuing. “Fuck, you’re a great negotiator. Fine, we can do orchids.”
Wade is nothing if not good at wearing people down. that's how he eventually gets you to start laughing at his jokes, to smile cheekily instead of burning him with your stare or the venom in your tone
his personality is infectious and soon enough you two are attached at the hip
Despite his CVS receipt of red flags, Wade is a really good boyfriend
Wade is surprisingly attentive, but you truly are the most interesting, beautiful, sexy, delicious, thing that has ever graced his sorry fucking existence so how could he not spend his life fixating on you
he picks up on all the little things you like and goes out of his way to keep you smiling - only happy, fucked out tears are allowed for his girl
you can conjure up whatever you like, being a god, so his money is reserved for surprises - ringpops whenever the last is finished, food because you likely don't know how to cook (why learn when you can will a three course meal into life with a snap of your fingers) and Wade is banned from every kitchen for obvious reasons, and merch of himself with his moniker, name, and/or his symbol on it
Wade can be possessive and jealous to a degree, so showing you off is one of his greatest pleasures
if you wear his hoodie or a little pair of sleep shorts or panties with his name on it, the poor fuck will actually combust. should've worn his white pants
any time you go literally anywhere and meet someone new (ie dragging him along and making him pay for stuff) Wade takes the opportunity to make it known you are his
"Oh, have you met my WIFE?"
He beams to the cashier at the luxury store who truly thought they were about to robbed.
"Yea, she's my WIFE. We're MARRIED. It was a crisp afternoon and she threw me against the wall-"
All while his arm is secured around you, holding you to his side as he thumbs over your hip bone.
he'll likely say you're married before you even start enjoying his company. the moment you accept that unwrapped ring pop definitely covered in blood and lint, those metaphorical documents are signed. it's set in stone like the 11th fucking commandment. you'll be together forever
and you just go along with it. why not? being immortal gets boring after a few millenniums and this strange, poor mentally challenged man in spandex is pretty fun having around
the whole married bit goes on for so long you're not even sure if it's still a bit anymore
Wade uses the sanctity of your marriage in any situation - another guy with a gun on some mission copping a feel? "I'M MARRIED". someone brushes past him on the street? "I'M MARRIED". sees anyone look a little too long at you? "SHE'S MARRIED"
he'd kill and die for you over and over again. say the word and it's a done deal. that hypothetical guy who checked you out a little too long got a face full of gloved knuckles
want to keep his dick in a jar because Wade Jr. obviously brings you so much joy? say less. he knows a guy who can get him formaldehyde cheap
if Wade isn't busy showing you off in public, he's arguing with strangers on reddit about how you very much are his real life WIFE
ilovechappelroan: That's photoshop.
mercwithamouth1: it's not we took that picture together and her tits r real
webhead123: i think it's AI generated. see the blurry line where his cheek is apparently pressed against her head?
ilovechappelroan: Yea, mods should take this down.
mercwithamouth1: i have ur ip and im omw over she'll tell u herself WE ARE MARRIED and she will dox u bc she LOVES ME
webhead123: okay???? i already know where i live lol
"Hold this." Wade orders with a pouty huff and camera at the ready as he hands you a paper that reads i'm not a hostage don't ask me to blink twice
you two bicker and argue over random things (usually because you enjoy a reason to complain as it passes the time in your literally endless existence), but it's never anything of substance and usually under a veil of something condescending any sly
these stupid, teasing spats 9 times out of 10 end up with Wade soothing your brattiness by cooing little phrases and pulling you onto him in any way he can
"Don't pout, you're so sexy- fuck, I can't stay mad at you- what if I let you peg me?"
Wade doesn't mind this routine at all. it's just another reason for him to get his hands on you
he loves holding you, feeling the weight of your body against his - throwing you over his shoulder when you're being a brat, carrying you all day because his girl is "just too pretty walk", sat on his lap, chest, face (when he's been *really* good)
he'll do virtually anything to have you praise him, call yourself mommy and go on about how much of a good boy he is
he in turn responds to that comfort with a few pet names of his own - sweetheart, cupcake, the wind beneath my wings, my will to live or his favorite my future baby mama
nothing in the universe, not even the shittiest of writers he's handed, could take him away from you
he's content just having you, knowing you're his - BUT he does have a little fantasy he's shared a few hundred time of really having you. a pretty thing, a trophy who sits at home and waits for him to walk through the door covered in blood and guts. you can't go outside, it's just not safe out there for his baby, so he'll always be with you. dress you in nice things, show you off, shower you in affection, heed your every whim. you'd be slaves to each other
Early 2000s au with my favorite man with a very big uh
Personality.... yeah personality lolz
Anyways my thought process is like, what if dp goes back in time on accident and needs to find out what year it is. Like 2009 or something. But he meets the prettiest little human, aka you dollies!
P.s: Your apartment is like all rooms in one, kinda like dps in the movie, except your bathroom is private, LMAO.
P.p.s: the reader is very no descriptive. Besides the fact they wear glasses!
A swirling noise fills the dark void of your open space apartment. You sit up in bed and slide your sleeping mask up on your forehead. A purple and orange hole in the abyss that is your living room. You blink the eye crusties and boogers away as you stare at it, blinking like a frog as you get used to the strange light. A red and black clad body shoots through the portal, landing on your comforter.
"WHAT THE FUCK" You shout, crawling up to your headboard. You hurry and flick on your bedside lamp to get a good look at the dead body? You don't know if the person is dead or not, but God, you didn't wanna find out. It suddenly sits up with a gasp, its head snapping towards you. It points at you.
"YOU! WHERE AM I?" The voice is masculine, so you're assuming it's a guy. I mean, you're hoping what you're assuming is right. It may be 2009, but you'd hate to misgender this stranger in your bed.
"Uh, you're in my apartment. May I ask where the fuck you came from?" You ask, leaning over and grabbing your glasses of your nightstand, slipping them on your face.
"Right, your apartment. I came from a mansion, not mine. Like a friends mansion" He explains, looking around at all your "ancient" looking belongings. "Say is it 2023?"
"Huh? 2023? No, it's 2009. Are you okay? Did you hit your head on my bed post? Like, I understand you like spawned in my apartment, but I dont think time travel is possible. doctor who" you joke, nudging your foot at him. His head whips to you.
"2009?" He asks. You nod and pull out your iPhone 3G, turning it on and showing him the date.
"Yeah. It's also 3 am. So, if you're staying, my couch pulls out into a bed. I do have to warn you, I have work at like 9 am" You tell him, getting up incase you have to pull the couch bed out. He looks over at your couch and then back at you.
"Or we could share this cozy ass bed you got yourself here." He flirts, leaning back on your bed and trying to seem seductive. You blush.
"I'll pull out the couch" you mutter, speed walking over to the couch. You bend over to grip the metal bars under the couch cushions.
"You're supposed to remove the cushions' first sugar butt" He says, standing up and walking over to you. Your face feels hot at the petname. "Its like a sleepover! All we need is movies and snacks"
"I have work, remember?" You state, picking up and throwing the couch cushions. The bed sliding out and setting itself down on the hardwood floor. He looks over at you.
"Yeah, at 9am. When did you go to bed?" He asks. You look over at him.
"Like 8pm. I was exhausted today"
"So you've had 7 hours of sleep. If we watch one movie, you'll get like 5 more hours. You'll be fine" He says, plopping his leather clad fat ass (I just had to specify that btw) on the couch bed. You think it over. You sigh.
"Fine, but we're watching catwoman. Halle Berry is gorgeous in that movie" You say, walking over to your DVD rack. You crouch down to read all the titles of movies you have. You find the movie you want and peek over your TV stand to your DVD player. You put the movie in. "Have you ever seen this movie?" You ask, walking back over to thr couch bed. Deadpool wades (HA GET IT?) over his response. The truth is he hasn't seen it in fucking forever.
"I have, but it's been a while," He answers.
"Oh yeah how long? I watched it the other day"
"About 15 years. Give or take"
"It came out 5 years ago..."
"Right right its 2009"
"Wait so you're actually from the future? Holy shit. What's life like?" You jump up and grab his shoulders.
"Technology is definitely better then what you have in this place. I'll tell ya that for free. God your phone is God awful" He jokes, smashing his hand on your face.
"Hey, that's the latest phone! I'm cool!" You shout, grabbing his wrist, trying to pull his hand off your face. He laughs. "I know we just met. But would you be able to show me what 2023 looks like?" You ask, looking into the whites of his mask.
"Uh, i don't know if it transports more then one person. But I could try." He mutters, watching the way your eyes light up.
The night ended with you falling asleep on him halfway through the movie.
But the woman who walked into Sister Margaret’s that night was dying in verbiage alone. Thirty-six days of unfettered metastasis later, Wade looks and feels undeniably sick.
She has hit fuck it.
TW: Cancer; discussion of terminal illness and surgery; discussion of suicide; graphic descriptions of injury and gore; torture; canon-typical violence; discussion of past sexual assault; death.
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hi to everyone that liked my fem-wade art/concepts. i made you some food.
i’m gonna be so fucking real rn i originally set out to write straightforward f/f poolverine smut, but then i got *way* too into thinking about fem-wade’s backstory. she was spending too much should-be porn word count trauma dumping, so i wrote this to let miss girl get her big feelings out of her system and now hopefully I can return to the aforementioned porn.
no thoughts just wade ruffling peter's hair and peter tearing up a little because ben used to do that and it made him feel so loved, even moreso now considering he's gone.
like, wade doesn't think much of it at first. peter and him are joking around after a drug bust, eating lunch on their Lunch Roof and talking about stupid stuff despite that both of their suits are tarnished and peter's hair is sticking out where it's been ripped (he's humoring him for once, and it's a nice sort of feeling that bubbles up in his chest and makes him feel a sort of nice that he hasn't been afforded for a while), and wade plants a big, warm hand on his head and ruffles his hair.
it doesn't register immediately, of course. instead he lets out a laugh and a playful 'cut that out' like he doesn't really mean it, but the slow silence that creeps up on them tells wade that something's changed from the lighthearted aura they had a few seconds ago. he squints a little, almost bringing his hand down from his head in fear that he's crossed some sort of boundary without realizing, when...
he catches peter's bottom lip quivering where he's been pulled up over his nose.
shit. shit shit shit. a sort of creeping panic takes over him as he immediately snatches his hand back as- for the first time ever -he cant find anything to say. he manages to blurt out a "fuck- uh- did i do something? i can go-" and he can feel something in his chest clenching when he lets out a cracked "no". he doesn't want him to leave- he can't. "no its just... someone uhm-" he sniffs a little and coughs to get the lump dislodged from his throat, adding in a laugh to try and lighten the heaviness that came over them.
"someone really important to me used to do that, is all. reminded me of them."
the gears turn in wade's head and he feels that familiar clenching, but not in the pain of hearing him subtly beg for him to stay. rather, that dull sort of ache that you get when you know all too well what kind of pain someone is talking about. this time, he doesn't land his hand on his head and instead places it on the shoulder farthest from him, giving him a little-half hug that he could easily break out of if he wanted. but he doesn't, and maybe it was the poor air in this godforsaken city, but he could feel his breath get a little shaky at the feeling. "is it uh- cool if i do it again? not right now i mean, maybe sometime in the future. like if you did a good job with knocking out some bad guys or make a dumb joke?"
peter sniffs a little and laughs, and wade can feel a smile stretching across his tarnished skin. "yeah, i'd like that."
I would very politely like to request something with Deadpool? I know you don't write him much (since you only have once?) so I'd understand completely if you didn't. But, the "kissing awake" preferences things you wrote for the avengers/etc would be really cute to see for Wade?
If you don't have any inspiration, anything with Wade will do 😅 I just love the guy.
Hey! I have no problem writing some more Wade! Also, sorry if this is too short or simple, I wanna get used to writing him a bit more.
And I also saw your other ask about my loving my preferences, and thank you sm! It's awesome that so many people enjoy them!!!
Useless note: I started this earlier but almost forgot to finish it so my fault JSJSJS
{Requested}
Wade Wilson x Male!Reader
Kissing Wade Wilson Awake Headcanons
❤It might be hard to kiss him at first, especially since you're going to wake up with his legs wrapped around your waist and his arms tightly around you. (He's either doing this on purpose or he sleeps wild lmao)
❤You face is literally stuck in his chest.
❤As soon as you think that you're out of his grasp, he surprises you by pulling you back in.
❤Since you can't really move, you decided to, well, give him kisses!
❤You started kissing his chest first, and you heard him giggle a little bit, his grip growing loose around you.
❤That gave you the opportunity to kiss his neck, and then when you kissed his lips, he scares you by literally just shouting, "good morning!"
❤"Wow, you can kiss me when I'm sleep but when I'm awake you wanna back away? That's kinda shallow!" Wade pouts. (Playfully of course)
❤When you would get mad and scold him for scaring the crap out of you, he didn't wanna hear it and pulls you close to his chest again.
❤Then he just pulls you back in and he's like, "more kisses!" As he smothers you with them. (Yeah you're officially stuck after that lol)
