#wade wilsonxreader

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Pain

Fandom: Deadpool

Pairing: Wade Wllson x Reader

Warning: Mentions of being in pain

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom​ aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  could u pls write something for deadpool with some kind of comfort? idk i just feel a lot of pAin all over And i feel like it could help. thank u so much

Wade was no stranger to pain, just because his body had a weirdly amazing regeneration rate and he could pretty much be blown apart and still live didn’t mean that he didn’t feel it. He knew what pain was and he knew it far too well. So he hated seeing you in any degree of pain, especially pain that he couldn’t do anything about. He hated that painkillers wouldn’t work, that hot water bottles failed, that there was nothing he could do. 

So when you were once again in some really severe pain, not being able to really do anything, but lie in bed there was nothing he could do...except hold you. Because the painkillers weren’t working, because nothing was working and all he could do was hold you against his chest and hope that you’d fall asleep soon so you wouldn’t have to be in pain anymore. 

“I hate this...” Your voice was weak, the type of voice that was ready to just go away. You hated this. Hated feeling useless and hated the stabbing pain in your body.

“I know...I hate it too.” You snuggled further into him, the duvet curling around the two of you. You needed to just sleep, to stop feeling for a few hours and hopefully the pain would be gone. Being in pain sucked, but it sucked a little less when you had Wade there.

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Friendship

Fandom: Deadpool

Pairing: N/A

Warning: Death, angst

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by @aryn-the-wolfheart:  Could you do a one-shot where Wade Wilson meets a girl at Francis' facility and they become good friends? She could survive the fire or not, that's up to you. :)

Notes: Might be short and pretty crappy, I wasn’t sure how to tackle it, but I tried! 

Also more of a monologue rather than anything <3 

Being in Francis’ facility to was a piece of crap...a massive piece of crap...it was dark, gloomy, filled with pain, and basically reminiscent of a torture chamber or some old worldy dungeon. But there was one person who made it a little easier. 

Wade Wilson was a sarcastic piece of shit, but he had always become your friend. If you were struggling to keep going he’d life your spirits, if you both were bored or lonely you’d talk and make jokes and laugh and laugh. You both helped each other to get through the seemingly endless torture and pain.

Because it was ever present to the point you were pretty much numb to the pain and the only thing you really cared about is the fact that you had a friend. Wade would tell you about his fiance (or ex-fiance), he’d tell you about some of the jobs he’s done and how he once scared a pizza boy near half way to death. Wade would tell you all sorts of personal things.

And in return you told him stuff about yourself too, about school and your family, about your loving partner you had to leave, about your great love of cheese and how you’d once broken into a theme park just to run around and hide from the guards. 

Wade and his friendship was the one thing that kept you going in that place other than the thought of going home...and you were one of those things that gave him a drive to find Francis after the fire...and after you died. Because you had been his friend and he’d lost you and you didn’t deserve that. So he was going to get you justice.