summary: small prompts, on how the xmen boys would be when given hickeys.
ps; i apologies if there is a few grammatical errors, as english isn't my first language.
enjoy!
Wade:
That man can’t resist keeping you in his sight and making sure to give you at least a kiss, or some small gesture of affection, before heading off to work.
This means his lips would form an adorable pout as he insists on leaning in. When you give in, his lips curl into a smirk, and before you can protest, you feel his hungry kiss.
Of course, it doesn't end there. His fingers slide around your waist, gripping tightly as he pulls you onto his lap. "The boss can wait a little while," he murmurs, his voice rough and laced with a hunger that demands to feel his teeth on your skin. That's how his habit of leaving hickeys began. "Not until I'm done."
"Wadee," you tried to protest, glancing at the clock to remind him not to be late, but his priorities were elsewhere. You knew it when you felt his tongue tracing the crook of your neck, followed by the slow press of his teeth against your skin. He left a few more bruises, as if the ones from yesterday weren’t already enough for him.
"Shh…" he purred, his eyes darkened by lust and the passion in his voice. "I need to finish my little masterpiece." You rolled your eyes, letting out a slight chuckle, but before you knew it, a moan escaped your lips as he nipped harder with his teeth. "That's it, princess, I want to hear you moan," Wade whispered, the desire and need evident in his gaze.
He finally stopped, as always, to admire his work—several new hickeys on your neck. Just the sight of them made him bite his bottom lip. When your eyes met his, he leaned in for a sloppy kiss, leaving you breathless, with pouty lips and fluttering lashes. "Oh, so now the princess wants more? It's a shame I have to go to work. And so do you," he teased. Typical bastard, you thought to yourself.
Logan:
Unlike Wade, Logan isn’t the type to be vocal about what’s his. As the Wolverine, it wasn’t surprising when you ended up covered in hickeys. One time at the X-Men Labs, Logan immediately noticed a coworker checking you out. It wasn’t just the hickeys on your neck but also an outrageous comment that set him off. If those hickeys weren’t enough, you were in for a session where Logan would mark you as his—completely and everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
Naturally, he chose the Lab as the perfect place to do it. Despite his wild nature, Logan is surprisingly traditional, which might catch anyone, including you, off guard. But with his Wolverine instincts, he didn’t hesitate to grip your waist, pulling you up from your chair despite your protests, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for support. "You really thought I’d let you leave work that early? That’s the kind of question that would make me feel ashamed, love."
Before you could say anything, his lips caught yours in a hungry kiss. His voice was hoarse, thick with the impatience and craving he’d been holding back all day—especially after seeing you with your coworker. When Logan’s jealousy flared, you knew there was no stopping him. “Logan…” you whispered, your soft, vulnerable voice a huge turn-on for him. He purred as he nodded at your call. “Yes, sweetheart?” he murmured, his gaze never leaving you. “I need you, so bad…” Your confession was all he needed. He began by nuzzling his head against your neck, his teeth sinking in without hesitation.
The neck was just the beginning for Logan; he wasn’t satisfied yet. He needed more, which meant leaning you over your Lab desk. Your blouse clung to your curves as his fingers, both gentle and eager, began unbuttoning your jacket. The typical work attire—a short skirt, sheer lace, and a blouse that matched the color of your nail polish—was what truly captivated him. Even his own attire seemed to complement yours. One of the many things he adored about you, he murmured, “Man, you look gorgeous…”
“You don’t look bad yourself either,” you echoed the words you’d whispered when you first met Logan. He adored this gesture, finding it endearing. Just moments before unbuttoning your blouse, he asked, “May I?” with the gentlemanly demeanor he always displayed. You smiled and nodded in response. “Since no one else will be coming to the Lab, my body is yours, Logan.”
That response alone pleased the Wolverine. As his fingers delicately and slowly unbuttoned your blouse, he took a moment to admire your breasts, beautifully outlined by the cup of your bra, before nuzzling his head against your stomach. His teeth sank into your flesh, leaving more hickeys than he had originally intended. “Now, I hope this will stop your coworker from looking…” he murmured.
Remy Lebeau:
Of the two, Remy is undoubtedly the most proud when it comes to showcasing his affection. His love language includes plenty of flirtation, and he makes sure that most of your hickeys are prominently displayed. He’s also quite vocal about it, especially when your best friend, Peter Maximoff, notices the sudden marks on your neck and expresses his concern. “Geez, Y/N, someone was feisty last night. I’m curious who the lucky one is.”
In no time, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, with Remy’s shadow looming over your petite frame and a smug look of pride on his face. “Ma chérie, you look a bit tired today,” he remarked, prompting you to shoot him a death glare. Despite your effort to remain professional, Remy’s public displays of affection made Peter gulp silently. “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” he said. “See you at lunch?”
That question was an offer Remy was inclined to refuse, as he had other plans in mind. Everyone knew it, especially you, which surprised him when you agreed to join. His grip around your waist tightened, and a smile spread across his face. As polite as ever, he said, “It would be a shame if Y/N didn’t join us. But my chère has other plans. Sorry, mon cher Peter.”
Wanting to protest or suggest otherwise, it was clear that Remy had different plans. Sneaking out of work hours only seemed to please him more. As he planted a few kisses in the crook of your neck, his silhouette lingering behind you, Peter took the opportunity to excuse himself. He shared a glance with you, his expression teasingly reflecting his amusement at Gambit’s protective nature.
“Now, chère,” he said, his voice hoarse and his accent more pronounced. His fingers gently caressed your waist. “We have some unfinished business to attend to, don’t we?”
He wasn’t wrong. Your eyelids grew heavier as his teeth sank in, a soft moan escaping your lips just before he covered your mouth with his hand. “No, no, no,” he purred. “Not here.” Yet, he continued, and when he finally stopped, his fingers intertwined with yours, leaving you breathless. With a look of typical smugness, he found you adorable and said, “Alons, y.”
Characters: Worst!Logan Howlett, Fem!reader, Laura Howlett, Wade Wilson, Vanessa Carlysle, Blind Al Althea, Yukio, Ellie Phimister, Piotr Rasputin
Warnings: Fluff, minor angst, reader and logan have not met yet, rom com vibes, reader is close with wade, sibling energy, al is like that one grandma in every family, vanessa is def big sis, reader has an aura mutation, reader has a trauma past, yes i was watching a rom com and the idea came to mind, don't you judge me, wade is narrating at the end, ofc he is, is this the best nah, do i love it still hell yeah
You sat in your living room, turning on your music as you made your way into the kitchen. You got the impulse cleaning bug and knew you needed to take care of it before you felt lazier than shit.
Wade hadn't run over since the day he almost got fired for cursing with the family he had during a test drive.
You knew that man barely had a moment to hold back his mouth and certainly wouldn't be doing that even during a "normal" job.
(Thanks author, you know me so well.)
You turn with furrow brows, staring at the door. You swore you just heard Wade thanking an author with a sarcastic comment.
You shrugged, weird.
You open the cabinets and start purging your cups, putting a few in the box you brought with you before moving onto your bottom cabinets. You mumble along with the words to the next song playing, keeping yourself occupied.
"Hey, babyboy. I need help."
You lift your gaze from the two bowls you were inspecting as your glasses slide down your nose. "Huh?"
"Gender blindness. My curse to bear," he wheezes as he places a hand on his chest. He straightens himself as he stretches his back before focusing on you. The whites of his mask widen as he shrieks. "Who are you?"
You owlishly blink as you tilt your head. "Wade, still me."
"Uh huh," he sighs. "You look like every lame-o girl before she gets hot in all those early two thousand rom coms. You're even wearing Christmas pajamas!"
You frown at his words, knowing that you look a little comfortable but his mumbles under his breath are uncalled for. "Well, fuck you too, Wade. God forbid a girl gets comfortable while she cleans."
"Uh, no. This is a fashion no-no. But anyway," he waves his hands around. "Not why I'm here but we will talk about this later."
You frown.
"I need you to stop what you're doing and watch my place until I come back. The new roomie and I are getting some snacks and food for the party I'm throwing tonight. Oh and you're invited. Don't let blind Al eat the plastic fruit. Thanks!" He slams his door shut.
"What the fuck?" You mumble.
-
"Who's there?"
"Al, it's me."
She lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Help me snort this."
You click your tongue. "No."
"You are no fun."
"I am plenty of fun," you cross your arms.
"Are you in your Christmas pajamas with your hair up and smudged glasses?"
You don't reply.
"I rest my case."
You roll your eyes and sit down on the couch.
"Are we watching another rom com?"
"Pipe down, old lady. Listen to the story. You like this one no matter how much you tell me otherwise," you snap.
"At least make some popcorn."
You smile in victory. "I knew it."
-
Vanessa enters the place with Wade in tow.
"You, sad girl, go with Nessa and let her make you look human."
You roll your eyes. "Oh, now I'm a girl? A non human looking one at that?" You raise a brow at him.
"Please just go. I got my roomie and chromey coming up with the tables and chairs. I don't want you to scare them off."
You scoff. "Fuck you too, Wade."
"Nessa's here, can't happen." He runs out the door.
You huff, "do I really look bad?" You ask her, feeling unconscious. "I mean, you can tell me but I'm- if I do just, could you be honest in a nice way?"
She tilts her head. "I won't lie to you and you know that but yeah, this pajama look is um- it's not your best."
You pout, "do I look at least cute?"
She nods, "of course, you do, sweetie. You always look cute. Today is an exception." She wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Let's go raid your closet."
-
"No glasses."
"Yes, glasses," you argue. "How am I going to read or watch the tv?"
"You- I've seen you without your glasses. You'll live for a few hours without them."
"I don't want to and you know that."
She turns, pursing her lips as she sighs, holding herself back to prevent herself from arguing. "Honey, I know you wear them as a way to protect yourself but you don't need to. Last you told me, you took them all out, right?"
You roll your eyes, glancing in the mirror after you put your glasses on. "So? It's still- there's always someone still doing bad things. I don't want to be on the receiving end of it, again."
"Okay, okay. That's fair." She lifts the tube of your favorite lip stick, "here. Final touch and then you'll be even more beautiful. Don't listen to, Wade."
"Are you sure I look okay?"
"You look beautiful. Now," she grabs your arm. "Come on."
"I don't even know why Wade wanted me here," you whine as she drags you out of your apartment and to where the party is being held aka Wade, Logan, and Al's apartment.
She stops in front of the door, turning around to place her hands on your shoulders. "We all want you there and haven't seen you in what feels like forever. Humor us."
You pout, "there's going to be so many people."
She blinks, "that's the point of a party, sweetie. Besides everyone is super nice, at times Logan is a bit gruff and Laura can be a bit, let's say quiet, but everyone else you'll get along fine with."
"I haven't dealt with half of them in years," you whisper. "They probably hate me."
"They don't hate you."
"Really? And how would you know?"
She huffs as she pulls away from you. "You know what? Suck it up. I am trying so hard to help you but you keep finding the negative. If you keep doing that, you're only going to hurt yourself. Now," the door opens. "Are you coming or not?"
-
You stand in the corner, enjoying your drink as you listen to everyone, not particularly focusing on anyone's conversation but enjoying the warmth of everyone's comfort with one another.
Peter, Wade's old coworker and almost teammate makes his way to you. "Howdy. I hear you're Wade's neighbor slash old comrade? Oh, I'm Peter, by the way." He holds his hand out.
You purse your lips and shake his hand, telling him your name. "Uh, I wouldn't say that. I never actually did any of his Deadpool work with him but I have given him a few tips."
"That's what she said!" Wade screams.
You grimace at his loudness.
"Oh, how interesting. Would you ever be into giving me any tips?"
You glance the man up and down. "You wouldn't be able to handle it, Peter. Stick to selling cars and I mean that in the nicest way because you know a lot. Unlike me. I know nothing."
The man pouts for a moment before perking up at your words. "Aw, thank you. You know you're not as much of a recluse as Wade says."
You tilt your head with furrowed brows.
"I mean- Wade said-"
You roll your eyes, "that burnt avocado says a lot of shit he shouldn't be opening his mouth about but I guess that's what you expect when you know, Wade."
A breath of relief escapes him. "That- that is very true."
A blonde girl with a dark haired girl come to join the conversation. The blonde holds out her hand. "I'm Yukio and this is my girlfriend, Ellie."
You give them a polite smile. "Nice to meet you two."
"Has Peter showed you his "special trick"?" Yukio whispers.
You furrow your brows, "excuse me?"
The girl giggles until Peter lifts his shirt.
"Oh my god," your jaw drops. "It's always the nice ones that are kinky as fuck," you whisper to Ellie.
She snorts as she pretends she didn't find your comment funny.
You excuse yourself, needing to refill your drink as you pass Wade, Logan, Laura, and Vanessa.
-
Logan pinches his brows together as a familiar scent wafts through his nose.
He's never actually met you, only heard your voice over the phone or heard about you from the stories Wade has told him but there's no way, the you Wade knows is a variant of the one he knew, right?
Laura follows the man's gaze and comes to her own conclusion.
Both are tense at the thought.
-
Wade shrieks at the sight of you after he's done mingling with almost everyone and jumps off the couch.
You owlishly blink at him as you take another sip. "What?"
"Well, aren't we miss the glass is almost empty."
You raise a brow, "that's kind of why I'm in here."
"Oh, right, right. Totally not because you are avoiding thing one and thing two over on the couch because that would be crazy. Why would the author write something as corny as that?"
"Did you snort something today?"
"No, why?" He wipes his nose before wiping his hands on his clothes. "That's just flour. I made cookies."
You narrow your eyes at him. "Sure."
He clicks his tongue. "Now you want to be sassy and vibrant and full of life and it's directed at me." He reaches for the cup. "Let me refill-"
You shake your head opening your mouth before he could touch you.
Your vision blurs as flashes of color blind you. You're overwhelmed for what feels like forever but was only a minute before taking deep breathes.
You close your eyes and grimace at the intense pain, fury, hurt, the willingness to sacrifice oneself, and bittersweet nostalgia.
You open your eyes and find a concerned Wade and Vanessa in front of you.
You blink, realizing your glasses broke and the lights are flickering. "I'm fine just, give me a second," you grunt. You close your eyes and practice your old mantra that always helped calm you down during a freak out.
"Wade, I told you to be careful," Vanessa hisses at him.
"I was careful. How was I supposed to-"
You open your eyes, seeing a hazy mix of blue, black, and red surrounding the two. "Would you two cut it out," you snap. "I'm fine. Is everyone else okay?"
"We're good," numerous voices call out.
You sigh, "alright then." You bite the inside of your cheek. "I should probably go."
"What?" The two ask with dropped jaws.
"No," a new voice announces.
You furrow your brows at the new and strangely familiar voice.
The two turn, giving enough room for you to see her.
"La- Laura?"
"Oh, shit." Wade whines at Vanessa smacking his arm before pulling him away.
"You're the Laura that Wade found?" You glance over her, seeing her orange hue around her. "Are you-"
She nods, understanding what you're wanting to ask. "I'm from this timeline." She stuffs her hands into her pockets. "I would hug you but you know."
You take a deep breath and pull her close. "What the hell happened to you, Bug?" You wipe under your eyes. "Sorry, force of habit."
She shrugs, "it's- it's okay. I like it. I just always wandered what happened to you. I thought you left."
"Oh, god no." You squeeze her hand. "I would have never left you like that. I would have died before letting us be apart." You glance around you, finding everyone talking amongst themselves. "Can we talk in private? Even if it's just the hall?" You ask her.
She nods, signaling for you to follow her.
-
The door closes gently behind you as you sniffle. "I never wanted to leave you. I fought so hard to stay with you, you know I'd never give you up, right?"
She tilts her head at you talking to the door. "I- I know you wouldn't have left me but I wasn't-"
You whirl around with tears streaming down your face. "No, honey just no. We were separated because of bad people not because of you. It was never you."
You clench your fists. "I tried so hard to go back- to find anything that would tell me where you were. I didn't- I already felt like I let the Logan we knew down, I couldn't go thinking I let you down too."
Her eyes glisten as she grabs your hand. "I got a childhood because you- because of both of you. You took care of me and treated me like I was a kid and not a lab rat. You did the hard part even when I wasn't ready to accept it."
You squeeze her hand as you reach forward to wipe her cheeks. "I hope you can accept my apology."
"You don't need to."
You nod, "I know but I want to, to make it right between us. We missed so much. I don't want to miss more."
The corners of her lips twitch, "I'd like that."
"God I missed you, Bug."
"I missed you more."
"Doubt it."
"If you two are done having a mommy-daughter moment, it's time for food," Wade interrupts.
"God, Wade. Have some class." You shove him to the side so you and Laura can enter.
"I am offended. I gave you two extra minutes. That was nice of me to do without asking!"
You roll your eyes before wandering where to sit as Laura places you right beside her, who has Logan on her left.
"Isn't this just a happy family bonding moment."
"Shut up." "Do you ever shut up?" "I'm not sober enough for this." Laura, you, and Logan reply.
"Sheesh, they even come after me at the same time."
You roll your eyes, reaching for a napkin since Laura left to refill her plate.
A large hand comes into view with one. "Thank," you turn to look at him for the first time. A dark cloud with little flecks of yellow poke through his aura. "Thank you, Logan," you whisper.
He opens his mouth to say something before opting to nod.
-
Some time goes by before you and Laura exchange numbers as she heads out. "Let me know when you're home."
She rolls her eyes.
"I mean it."
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips before she says her farewells to Logan.
Yukio and Peter gave you their numbers and asked when you were free so you all could go out to lunch.
Logan kept an eye on you as everyone said their farewells. His nerves getting the better of him but he wanted- needed to talk to you before you left.
Wade and Vanessa stepped out to run to the store to grab trash bags to clean up the mess, leaving you and Logan alone as Althea went to bed.
"I- uh-" He pauses, wincing at himself.
"Are you okay, Logan?"
He takes a deep breath before stepping closer to you. "I- I'm fine," he replies with a hoarse voice.
You tilt your head. "I don't know if you knew me or not on your earth but you just as bad a liar as the Logan I knew." You offer a small smile, "I mean it, are you okay? And I don't just mean right now or tonight. I mean like, how have you been since living here? I know it's not easy."
He nearly chokes on his breath, this is the last thing he was expecting. "I- like you said it's not always easy."
"And?"
"And what?"
You roll your eyes, "come on. You know why I'm asking."
He scoffs, "you know nothing about me."
"Just because I wasn't there with you when Wade pulled you out doesn't mean I don't know you. You're aura is very sad."
"Sad?"
You nod, "yeah, there's a lot bothering you but you don't want to open up and I get it. I'm just some stranger-"
"You're not," he interrupts. "You're not some stranger. You-" He sighs.
"What?"
"You were the one that got away and I haven't been able to forget about you or any of them since and it's- it's buried so deep in me that I don't even know who I am half the time."
You place a hand on his arm, giving him a slight sliver of hope. Letting him feel what it's like to feel good again, and happy.
He closes his eyes and shivers. "I- what was that?"
"You've got so much hurt and pain that it's hiding your happiness and I wanted you to have a little sliver of it again."
"Why'd you do that?"
You smile at him. "You deserve it even if you don't think so. I thought I didn't for a long time and I just got a little bit of it back. You deserve to feel it too even if it's from the new and not new stranger."
"You're still on that, huh."
You nod, "you knew you're version of me but not this one so, in a way, I am a stranger to you just like how you are to me."
Voices in the hallway remind you of the time, knowing it's Vanessa and Wade who returned.
"I should go," you whisper.
"Right," he mumbles.
"I'd like to know more about this version of you."
He furrows his brows. "What?"
"I want to know more about you, Logan."
He nearly shivers at you saying his name again.
"I don't know if you have a phone or if you'd rather meet for a drink or something but I'd like to do it with you. If you're okay with that."
He nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I would."
"Bye, Logan."
Wade eyes you as you hug Vanessa before leaving. "Well isn't this an interesting development. Our little lame-o rom com has blossomed into the hot love interest. Now I wonder who will be her lover."
"Shut the fuck up."
-
"Give me the dog and talk to the pretty lady," Wade tells him.
Logan rolls his eyes as he slowly hands over Mary Puppins to Wade before pushing himself off the couch.
He stops in front of you as you refill your drink.
"You want a drink or are you just gonna stand there?" You ask him.
"I'd rather look at the person pouring the drink." He smirks, leaning against the wall.
Your cheeks heat up at his words as you spill some of the liquid you were pouring.
He hands you a handful of napkins as he helps you clean the counter.
"You can't- you can't just say things like that."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I can't process them properly."
"That just means I need to do it more for you till you get it."
"Get what?" You turn to him.
"That I mean everything that comes out of my mouth." The lights flicker.
"Logan, stop flirting with our energizer bunny and come watch the movie with us."
"You heard the man," he whispers to you.
You slowly grab the cup and make your way to the couch with Logan close behind you.
You settle into your seat with Logan on your left and Laura on the right, feeling more than content having Wade in your life.
(Is that sappy? Maybe it's too rhymy. Oh well. On a happy note, I make a great setter upper, don't I? God why is talking so hard? Maybe the next fic the author writes will make me sound like a genius.)
pairing ; wade wilson (deadpool) x mutant!reader (gender-neutral)
synopsis ; charles sends you to recruit deadpool into the x-men. expectedly, the bastard tries to weasel away from you—and when that doesn’t work, he resorts to his most lethal method: flirtation. that, and taping a kick me sign on your back.
words ; 1.3k
themes ; comedy, mild fluff and action, mutant au
warnings / includes ; mild injury/violence, sexual jokes and foul language, a lil bit of banter/terrible flirting, reader has the mutant ability to harness energy into ropes, wade steals blind al's crocs, reader's implied previous romantic relationship with wolverine, mentions of the rest of the x-men :)
Wade’s place smelled like greasy pizza, put-out cigarettes, and old socks. The door wasn’t locked—in fact, it was slightly ajar, and you could clearly hear Wade and Al bickering about missing Crocs.
“I swear I put them right here!” she vehemently exclaimed, gesturing to a potted plant.
Wade rolled his eyes. “Right—because you always hang your Crocs on our leafy greens.”
Al shuffled somewhere into the back of the house, complaining loudly to herself.
You took that as your cue to silently step in, standing just behind Wade, noting with mild amusement that he was wearing a pair of white Crocs. The very ones Al was searching for, you presumed.
In the blink of an eye, Wade whirled about on the heel of his squeaky, rubbery footwear and brandished a knife. Its strangely warm blade slotted against your throat just as you defensively raised your hands.
“Watch it, Wade,” you warned, though you were not at all worried. His knife lowered and flipped back into the depths of his fluffy bathrobe when he realized who you were.
“Oh. It’s you,” he said. The discolored flesh of his face twitched with a grin. “Did Mr. Metal Dick send you? The bullwhip substitute to watch over the class?” He snickered at his own joke, recalling your mutant ability to harness energy into the form of ropes.
“Piotr is off on vacation with Kitty,” you replied, propping your hands up on your hips.
Wade tipped his head back and guffawed. “Do you think he stays that way under the sheets?”
With a grimace, you pinched the space between your brows and sighed loudly. “Jesus, Wade—I don’t fucking know. Why don’t you ask him next time you see him?”
“Good idea.” He shuffled off to shuck open a box of day-old pizza on the table. “You want?”
“No thanks.”
“You sure? It’s pepperoni. You know how expensive it is to get pepperoni nowadays, in this economy? I’m offering you gold flakes on bread, here.”
“Mhm, I’ll pass.” After a considerable silence, only filled with Wade’s loud munching, you tested the waters by saying, “Charles actually sent me.”
Wade gestured at a chair and nudged for you to take a seat. “McAvoy or Stewart?”
“What? Charles Xavier, who’s McAvoy and Stewart?” You sank down onto the creaky wooden chair, frowning at the baby powder rimming the backboard. It was probably Al’s. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was Wade, though.
Ignoring your question, Wade tilted his head and asked, “How’s Yukio? And her emo-face Megasonic Nuclear Bomb-Head girlfriend?”
You smiled slightly, remembering how they were pestering Logan, who’d been working on fixing a motorcycle back at the mansion when you left.
Wade paused mid-chew. “Oh. Oh-ho-ho, I know what you’re doing here. Charles wants me to join his rag-tag team of circus freaks.”
“Wade—”
“The answer is no.”
“Come on—”
“And he wants me to be around all those kids? In a school? Has he met me?”
“Believe me, I don’t know what he’s thinking, either,” you told him, scoffing. “You’re the last person I’d expect to be on the team but… I trust Charles. If he wants you in, there must be a reason why.”
Holding his hands out, Wade shook his head. “Listen, I’m flattered, really, but Deadpool works solo. Except for that one time I formed the X-Force. But that was a team of people I hand-picked! The X-Men just doesn’t sound up my alley, y’know?”
You blew out a breath and fixed him with a serious expression. “Some day you’re gonna have to pull your head out of your ass and realize that there are people out there who are willing to be your friends. Your family. Don’t throw it away, Wade.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked as he studied you.
“You’re really bad with rejection, aren’t you?” he finally asked, quirking up a brow—or, at least where his eyebrow used to be—and crossed his arms. The Crocs he’d stolen from Al squeaked as he stood up and gestured to the door. “I’m surprised you didn’t go running back to Charles the moment I said no. I’m beginning to think you have a crush on me, or something. Not that I blame you. My face may be fucked but my dick works better than ever. Just ask Al. She’s blind as a bat, but she hears everything in this damn house.”
Immediately, you grimaced. “Ugh. Don’t be crass.”
“What? I thought you were into broken men. Like to pick up their pieces, don’cha? You and Wolvie had that fling once, no? He told me all about it.”
In truth, Logan had told him little to nothing about his brief relationship with you, but Wade had ruthlessly pestered him anyway.
You stiffened at his words, glowering. “You’re exasperating.”
“And you’re looking awfully lovely today. That frown really accentuates your eyes. Makes you look about a decade older.” Wade leaned his weight onto the table, leering over you, patting your back twice. “I find it very attractive.”
With a flick of your hand, a crimson coil of your harnessed energy shot out and thwacked him in his side, and he hissed out a string of curses, backing away from you. You’d burned right through his fluffy white robe, to his simultaneous dismay and astonishment.
“Jesus!” Wade glanced incredulously from you to the slight, shallow gash that formed by his ribs, already starting to heal itself. “That’s actually—that was so fucking cool. Do it again!”
Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself away and stood up. “Final time I’m asking. Yes or no?”
Wade pretended to give it a long, hard think. “Mmh…” He wrinkled his nose. “No.”
“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. “When Piotr comes back from vacation, he’s going to find you and he’s not gonna go as easy on you as I have.”
“Ooh, ouch. Hope he brings some lube with him.” Wade grinned wolfishly.
Completely fed up with him, you ripped out a wad of paper and a pen from your jacket’s pocket, scribbling down your phone number. You folded it in half before shoving it against his chest.
“I’m not giving up on you. I’m a competitive person, Wade. If Piotr was the one to convince you to join, I just wouldn’t be able to bear it.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re literally obsessed with me, I get it,” he remarked, sparing you a lopsided beam. He made a show of pocketing your number on the side of his robe that wasn’t burnt. “You little minx, you.”
With a final flick of your hand, you lashed out another coil around his foot, and made your way to the door just as he fell back onto the couch with a muffled oomf!
Just as you left, you heard Wade cackling to himself through the door you left partially ajar, just as it was when you came in. You chalked it up to him finding it funny that you managed to trip him over with your powers, and strode away from the shoddy house with your lips twitching upwards.
Wade, however, was laughing because he’d successfully pulled off taping a kick me sign onto your back without you noticing. A low and childish blow, but would certainly make for some fun banter whenever he saw you again—which, he suspected, would be pretty soon.
Plus, Wade thought you were pretty cute when you were riled up.
Imagine Deadpool’s reaction to finding out that you have four arms.
Enemies were coming from every which way, and although your boyfriend Wade had an unlimited lifespan, his ammo did not, and you were starting to feel swarmed.
Whether it was the stress, the adrenaline or maybe even your will to survive, your body started reacting, your mutation starting to show itself. Your uniform, nearly as tight as Wade’s ripped as your second set of hands ripped through the fabric, and your extra arms sprang through, pushing off the surprised enemies who thought that they had you bound.
You sent them sprawling, groaning a little at the pain because releasing your extra limbs was not the most pleasant experience - usually they were just inside of your skin, much like Wolverine’s claws.
And then HE noticed - of course he noticed; won’t ever notice that he leaves his half-drank glasses of chocolate milk out so that they stink to the high heavens, but the second your mutation shows, bam, you’re in the spotlight.
“Oh my god, y/n, are those BONUS arms?” Wade called over, excitement loaded into his voice despite the inopportune moment.
“FOCUS WADE,” You shouted, pushing through more of the bad guys. Your broke through your bonds and grabbed hold of their weapons, two guns, two swords, and started slashing behind you while shooting in front of you.
“Look at her go,” Wade said, pretending to wipe a tear out of his eyes, which were still hidden behind the mask. “She’s like my own personal Stitch-”
“If you start calling me six-two-six, I’m going to kill you,” You grunted, taking down all that were around you, and then threw the gun at someone who was trying to sneak up on Wade, hitting him in the head and sending him sprawling down. You looked around, satisfied that they were all down. You weren’t sticking around for clean up. But for now, you inhaled sharply, and absorbed those arms back into your flesh.
Wade had skipped over the dead bodies to come up to you. He raised your regular left arm and poked at the exposed ribs through the holes the arm had made. “Whoa, you really are like Stitch,” He laughed, not feeling a thing. “I can think of a few ways we can get kinky with those later-”
“Yeah, I bet you can,” You sighed, shaking your head and leaned up against your boyfriend. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Let’s just get some beers and then go home - I need the rest of tonight to be normal.”
“You know I’m not letting that rest, right?” Wade asked. “Show me again, do you have another two hidden so you’re like Doc Oc?”
“I’ll use all four hands to strangle you, I swear.”
