#weasel imagine

[thewritingdungeon]

Patron Saint of Ne’er-do-wells and Scoundrels

SUMMARY: There’s no place in Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Girls for frills and softness. Weasel may not be the scariest of men, but he’s made sure his place of business is filled with them. So what’s a girl like that doing in a place like this?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Weasel/OFC

WORD COUNT: 535

WARNINGS: threat of gun violence

The door to Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls slammed open, but not a soul paid it any mind. The mercenaries littered about the room busied themselves with booze, brawling, and buffoonery as pink lace and ruffles skipped into the dingy barroom.

Over at the bar, Weasel's attention was kept from noticing the new patron by an ornery customer refusing to be cut off. The drunkard stepped around the bar end, attempting to throw a friendly arm around the scrawny man. But the click of a gun being cocked stopped him short.

"You're gonna wanna step on back to the other side there, Buck," Weasel warned, voice tight underneath a layer of forced nonchalance. "You know I don't allow people behind my bar."

Buck raised his hands in concession and went back to his seat grumbling. Weasel let out a relieved breath, stowing away the gun he'd once again forgotten to buy bullets for.

Back in his seat, Buck was quick to complain once more despite the recent threat—after all, at Sister Margaret's a threat on one's life was more common than a friendly word. "You're mighty lucky we like you, Tiny Tim. Gimme just one more beer? Least I des'rve for you practically scarin' me sober."

Both men knew Weasel had done nothing of the sort—the bartender's demeanor was far from matching that of his clientele, and the gun was more a reminder of the rules than an actual weapon—but he appreciated Buck's attempt at pretending. "Fine, fine," Weasel gave in, pulling a pint and setting it down just in time for a small body to crash into his in a surprise hug.

"Wessy!!" A small oof escaped him upon impact, but Weasel covered it with an embarrassed chuckle. The young woman pulled away from the embrace and stretched up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "I missed you!"

"Pix, I told you to stop calling me that in front of the customers," Weasel griped, wiping away the smudge of pink lipstick he already knew marked him with a rag. Trying to hide his blush, Weasel picked up a glass and began cleaning it. "You've been gone for two whole days this time. I'm basically a damsel in distress now, serving all these scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells on my own."

Pixie let out a peal of delighted laughter at his words, "I don't even work here!" Still, she ducked into the back to fish out an apron and a stool so that she could join the bartender.

"Hey, why does she get to go behind the bar no problem, and I get the business end of a piece?" Buck groused, setting down his drink after downing half.

"Because," Weasel declared, pointing the dirty rag at the man, "you aren't cute as a button." He paused. "Also, I go stupid every time she so much as looks at me and forget to tell her no."

Buck barked a laugh and lifted his drink, "You're so fuckin' weak."

"Oh, I'm well aware, my friend." Pouring himself a shot, Weasel clinked his glass to Buck's and downed the clear liquid. "I'm just glad Wade's off on some bullshit job. He's insufferable whenever Pixie's around."

[multifandomimagin3s]

IMAGINE: Being Wade’s sister and Weasel has a crush on you...

It started when you reunited with your brother, him just having escaped Ajax’s lab with a newly unlocked set of powers. It had been years since you’d last seen each other, you having been taken away as a young child for being a mutant.

Having reconciled, he had slipped into the role of Protective Older Brother quite quickly, glaring and making snarky quips at whoever dared flirt with you in his presence.

Dopinder made a pass at you in adoration at how much of a strong woman you were, but that was quickly shut down by the Merc.

Piotr complimented you after the massive fight against Ajax, only for quick-fire, metal-based, one-liners to rain down on him.

Ajax didn’t even get the chance to finish a lewd comment towards you before Wade broke his jaw.

So it was understandable as to why Weasel was so apprehensive to voice his feelings for you.

The group were currently occupying Sister Margaret’s: Dopinder moping away at the floor, sparing fleeting glances at the mutants, inwardly wishing he too had powers. Wade and Colossus were in the middle of a deep argument, the later shaking his head in displeasure of the former’s shenanigans. Nathan tinkered with the dials and parts of his weapons, occasionally raising his head to roll his eyes as Wade let out a stupid remark. Finally, Weasel’s eyes found you and Neena, leaning against a wall as you chatted.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over your skin-tight, blue jumpsuit; the material hugged your curves in all the right places, legs accentuated by the knee-high navy boots that protected your shins and feet, a little bit of cleavage peaking out from the key-hole design in the suit.

Domino‘s gaze found his, a grin overtaking her features when she realised who he was staring so fondly at. Weasel inwardly groaned as he realised he’d been caught, quickly turning to feign re-ordering bottles and glasses behind the bar.

“Hey, you got anything strong back there?” A familiar voice queried. Weasel peered over his shoulder, finding you and an amused Domino perched on respective bar stools.

“Uh, yeah - how strong are we talking?”

“Well I’m currently nursing some cracked ribs so, strong enough to black that out?” You replied simply.

Neena nodded in approval, not missing Weasel’s brief but very noticable look of adoration that he shot your way. She was very surprised that you didn’t see it. Turning around, it was evident someone else did: Wade’s eyes narrowed behind his mask into white slits. Uh oh.

[crazyfreckledginger]

[x] Gif Credit

I walked up to the bar, smirking at a slightly pissed Weasel.

“A tequila please!” I chuckled as I sat down on the stool. He sighed as he prepared it and passed it onto me.

“You better have your money!” He explained after I finished my drink. 

“You know what, take my wallet, keep the change!” I huffed as I slid it across the counter to a now smiling Weasel. I got up and waved goodbye at him as I scurried out of the bar. He opened it and found absolutely nothing.

“They did it again!”

Requests Are Open

[writingforweirdlings]

Ginger Cheese

Summary: Hi there! I am very new to your blog but I’ve been reading a lot of your stuff and I think your writing is super good!!! I was just wondering if I could make a Weasel (Deadpool) request? Something like the reader’s ex shows up at Sister Margaret’s one night and Weasel takes him outside to keep the regulars from killing him. Reader goes to make sure no one gets hurt and overhears Weasel saying cute stuff? And fluff maybe? Sorry that’s so long but I hope it makes sense! Please and cheese and thank. 

“Words are said, cheeks are kissed, people are touched, love is created.” -Abby (I feel this is something Wade would say xD)

Characters: Reader, Weasel, Emily, Chuck, Max

Fandom: Marvel- Deadpool

Word Count: 743

Requested: @ging-snapped 

AN: The title makes no sense I know but whatever this is mine so ha! I’m sorry… Enjoy Ginger Cheese :)

“Hey Y/N do you mind taking this to table 7?” Weasel asked me.

“Am I getting paid for this?” I joked but grabbed the tray of drinks nonetheless.

“Thanks jellybean,” Chuck said as I handed the drinks out.

“No problem Chucky,” I smiled and walked back to the bar, only to freeze as soon as I turned.

It was her. How did she find me? Why is she here? I asked myself.

“You okay jelly?” Max asked.

“Y-yeah just uh fine,” I stumbled out, I was about to walk somewhere other than the bar but I had been spotted.

“Y/N!” I winced a little.

“H-hey Emily,” I forced a smile onto my face.

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you but you never answered,” she stormed towards me.

“I uh- why have you been calling me?” I stepped back a little.

“We need to talk,” she said looking at me. “Babe, we can work this out okay? We had our little ‘break’ and now that you’ve gotten over it we can start over,” she demanded, a smile on her face.

“Em-” I started.

“Don’t say anything. We should leave this place and go to dinner and then back home and we can rekindle what we lost,” she grabbed my hand and I yelped.

Chuck, Max and everyone else in the bar stood up and aimed their guns at her. Emily looked around with wide eyes but didn’t let go of my hand.

“Wo wo wo, guys we can’t just kill a civilian in here,” Weasel walked over to us and gently returned my hand to me. “Why don’t uh why don’t you and I have a talk yeah?” he lead Emily outside.

Once Emily left everyone put their guns away and everything went back to normal.

“You okay Jelly?” Chuck asked.

“Yeah, thanks guys,” I smiled at everyone. “Next round’s on me,” I announced, they all cheered.

I walked over to the bar and took over for Weasel. I would help it out at the bar whenever I was here, which was often now.

I was serving drink for a while now and decided to check on Weasel, to make sure neither of them was dead or severely injured. I had one of the girls take over while I went out front.

I had just barely opened the door when I heard something I never thought I would have.

“…I get it I do. Y/N’s a wonderful person and you want her all to yourself but you can’t have her. You really shouldn’t have been with her to begin with. She didn’t deserve what you did to her and I wasn’t surprised when she ended it with you,” I stood there waiting for what came next. “You have to leave, not only from here but from her life. I don’t want the purest most beautiful person I know to be corrupted by someone like you.”

“Someone like me? You do know she is surrounded by mercenaries right? Those guys in there literally kill for a living and you don’t want ME to corrupt her?” Emily exclaimed.

“No one in there would ever hurt Y/N. She’s part of the family, as mest up as it is, she belongs with us,” Weasel said.

“With you right?” Em’s voice dripped with sarcasm and jealousness.

“If she’ll have me then yeah,” I covered my mouth at his confession.

“She’ll never be with you!” Em yelled.

“As long as she’s not with you dude,” Weasel laughed a little. “You should leave before they come out and decide to end you,” Weasel opened the door and I froze.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied with that smile I fell in love with.

“They miss your jokes,” I pointed towards the bar.

“Back to it then huh,” he looked down.

“Hey Weasel,” I was looking down at the floor. “Do you wanna get something to eat later?”

“Sure thing Jellybean,” I looked up to see him wearing the biggest goofiest smile on his face.

“Can’t wait,” I kissed him n the cheek and walked over to the bar.

“Woooo!” “Yeah!” everyone started cheering and banging on the tables.

“Alright,” Weasel laughed, “come on guys that’s enough.”

He was by my side now, captain of his ship once more. He would touch me on my lower back every once in awhile when he passed by me.

This would be the start of something great.

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[gingywritesimagines]

Being best friends with Wade and Weasel (with a slight crush on Weasel) would include...

AAAAAAND I’m back for now! Trying to make a slight comeback with the fact that I FINALLY watched Deadpool and the fact that Weasel does not get enough love!! Rated at least PG 13 because it’s Deadpool. It’s long as hell but I hope you like it♡

● being friends with them WAY before Wade’s diagnosis ● being friends with only one of them until he introduced you to the other one ● hanging out at Sister Margaret’s all the time ● helping out around the bar all the time, your help ranging from bartending to bookkeeping ● when you’re not at the bar, the three of you are off kicking ass or playing video games for hours ● you accidentally get them into musical theater so you’re all lowkey musical nerds ● Heathers The Musical is Wade’s favourite (because what says Deadpool more than sex, musicals, triple homicide, and more sex?) ● you set “Blue” as his ringtone because it’s the most Wade thing you can think of ● Weasel laughs when he first hears it and realizes who’s calling you ● he calls you to see what his ringtone is and blushes when he finds out that it’s “Dead Girl Walking” ● he hangs up as soon as he recognizes the song ● he blushes even harder when he remembers that the song features lines such as “I’ve decided I must ride you til I break you” and “Slap me, pull my hair. Touch me there, and there, and there” ● you’re either blunt as hell, or shy and secretive about your crush on Weasel. There is no in between ● Wade’s the only one who knows about it and teases you constantly ● you get your revenge by teasing him about Vanessa ● you and Weasel tease him relentlessly but you’re secretly so happy for him ● Wade tells both of you about his cancer at the same time and no one can say anything after he breaks the news. You’re too upset to speak so you resort to sadly sharing a whiskey bottle between the three of you ● when Wade disappears to go “get treatment”, you get stressed as hell and worry about him to the point where you’re almost in tears ● Weasel tries to comfort you but he’s lowkey freaking out too ● you both tackle Wade in a bear hug when he comes back ● you smack Weasel’s arm when he makes comments about Wade’s new face but you can’t help but make a few comments of your own ● helping Wade make his suit, and keeping him organized about his revenge and everything ● becoming super good friends with Dopinder, getting a ride whenever you want in exchange for advice about Gita ● trying to distract Colossus so he’ll leave Wade alone long enough to at least punch Francis in the face ● Francis flirts with you when he shows up at Sister Margaret’s looking for Wade. Everyone in the room is visibly uncomfortable ● when Wade goes to face off against Francis, you insist on going with and helping him ● swallowing your pride and kissing Weasel right before you leave ● Al, who you’re kinda friends with, high fives you as you walk out the door ● helping Wade, Colossus and Nega kick ass, and helping Vanessa get out of the chamber while Wade fights ● spitting on Francis’ corpse in a burst of confidence, adding a feisty “That’s for what you did to my friends, cocksucker” ● ushering Nega and Colossus back towards the street so Wade and Vanessa can have their moment ● when you get back, Weasel kisses you in relief and asks you out for dinner “or something” ● just having a weird, but genuinely happy and caring relationship with both of them which results in a happy ending for everyone

[htchnr]

꩜ the chain 𑣲 WEASEL.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, my obsession with how hairy he is. that's it really 🤠. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, unprotected piv ⭑ creampie ⭑ hair kink(?) ⭑ marking kink. ꜜwc,, 1,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

with the sound of his alarm, the two of you are slowly pulled from your sleep. you moan, shaking your head against his chest. "noo..." you mumble.

Weasel lets out a breathy laugh, his big hand smoothing up your bare back while the other rubs at his eyes. "i gotta, baby.." he yawns, your head rising as his chest puffs up. his chest deflates with the exhale, his other hand dropping down to trace your naked skin.

you shake your head again, refusing to open your eyes yet. you huff, nuzzling your face more into the curly stretch of hair on his chest. you hook the leg that's draped over his hip around his meaty thigh, tucking your foot beneath it. he smiles, one hand tangling itself into your hair as he lazily scratches your scalp.

he watches idly as your head rises and falls with each breath of his, your nose buried in the curly hair there. "i'll make it up to you, y'know i will." he drawls, sleep still scratching at his voice.

you whine as he you feel him try to get up, moving your own hips over his as you settle atop him. "sweetheart.." he smiles, humming while he feels your hips slot against his. his big hands smooth over the swell of your hips, fingers gently kneading the plush skin.

you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your nose buried in the bottom of his beard as you trace a hand up his chest. your thread your fingers through the thick, curly hair along the way. "five more minutes?" you plead, your hand trailing down his stomach and along his prominent happy trail.

he laughs at your words, a rough and rumbly sound. your fingers brush the waist of his boxers, only then lifting your head up a little to meet his eyes. "only five?" your breath catches at his tone. "don't you want more?"

you lift yourself up, bracing against your palms. while sitting up you adjust your hips, Weasel's fingers digging into the fat of them as a teasing warning. "well.." your trail, tilting your head to the side. your hair falls to the side, and in his eyes this is his favorite look on you. "i was hoping for more.. but i could make do with five if i have to.."

you ease up off one hand, trailing your fingers through his thick chest hair. you keep trailing up, then slowly thread your fingers through his beard as you cup his cheek. "f'you really need to leave, we can stop," you mumble, looking down at him.

he lets out a deep breath, grunting a little as he sits up straight. both of you let out a low sound at the shift in position, his big hands pull your hips closer. "m'afraid i do.." he mutters, tangling one hand with your hair as he pulls your lips to his. you both sigh into the kiss, the hand that remains on your hip pulls you impossibly close, lazily pushing his own hips up into yours.

when he finally pulls away, you're both out of breath, cheeks flushed and hot to the touch. "you sure?" you try one last time, your voice coming out more pitched than you wanted to as he aids your hips against his.

he nods, resting his forehead against yours as he really debates staying. your eyes flutter shut as you feel how desperate he is to stay pressed against your equally eager core. "i really gotta," he groans, pushing his hips into yours as he pulls yours down against him. you gasp at the action, dropping your head against his shoulder.

"five- more minutes.." you whine, rolling your hips along with the pace of his guiding hands. "please.."

he closes his eyes at the pleasure, both your highs steadily approaching in the early hours of the morning. "shit, baby.." he groans, slowly dropping back onto his back. you gasp as your hips then drop down against his clothed cock, your eyes rolling back.

you lean forward as you rock your hips against his, lips latching onto his hairy chest as you trail kisses up to his throat. "please.. i need you." you whine, nudging his throat with your nose. "need you inside.."

he moans, "i got places to be, sweetheart.." one hand already slipping down to pull himself free. you let out a lewd sound as you feel his weeping tip nudge against your clothed entrance. "fuuck.. you're so wet.."

you're quick to pull aside your underwear, eyes clenching shut as you feel his head slide through your sopping wet folds. "then you gotta hurry," you whine, pushing your hips down as your greedy cunt swallows down his tip that's already notched inside.

that's all he needs to thrust up inside, bottoming out in one go. you drop forward fully, your face pressing into his hairy chest. "oh shit-!" you gasp, your walls pulsating around him in a way that already has him halfway to his high.

"god damn, baby- huggin' me so good m'not gonna last long.." he moans, his hips already pushing up forcefully into yours.

you let out a string of lewd sounds as you push your hips down against his to meet his thrusts. "me either-!" you cry out. god, you can feel every ridge and vein drag against your walls, his aching head brushing up against your cervix with particularly rough thrusts.

he reaches down between your thighs, pressing his index and middle fingers against your clit in tight circles. his digits slip against your cunt, covered in your slick. he feels your walls clench at the added pressure, dropping his head back with a long grunt. "that's it, honey- fuuck c'mon, pretty girl.."

your cunt clenches with his words, eyes rolling back as you bury your nose into his sweaty chest. "right there-! oh god m'almost there-!" you gasp as he angles his hips, his fat cock thrusting up impossibly deep now.

it takes a few more tight and wet circles of his fingers before you topple over the edge of ecstasy. your thighs shake against his as you cum, your walls clenching and unclenching sporadically around him. "m'right there too, baby- keep it up, you're- doin' sooo good f'me.."

his eyes clench shut as his hips slam up with one last thrust, his heavy cock twitching against your slippery walls as he too cums. a low string of curses leave him, and you moan into his chest as you feel each spurt of spend paint your walls a sticky white. he stuffs his cum up into you as he slowly fucks you both through your highs, his big hands dragging up and down your waist.

the only sounds filling the room are both of your heavy breathing and the low squelching sound as he slowly keeps pushing into you. he holds you against his chest, your head rising and falling once more with each deep breath of his.

"weren't you pickin' up-"

three heavy and loud knocks on the motel door startle you both. "hey, Weasel! you were supposed be the one picking us up, not the other way around!"

you blink wide at him, your question having just been answered. you laugh after a second, the sound warming his chest as he follows short. "yeah yeah, give me a sec to get decent! i'll be right out there!" he calls back, as he slowly sits up with a low grunt.

both of you let out a deep breath as he's knocked even deeper inside in this position. he smooths a hand over your cheek, leaning in to press his lips against yours. you sigh, teasingly leaning forward into the kiss. he halts the movement with his big hand on your hip as he pulls away. "i really gotta go now," he sighs, resting his forehead against yours.

you nod, reluctantly starting to slowly ease yourself off him. you let out a low whimper as he slips out of you, laying yourself down on your side beside him on the bed.

he watches your body drop, deflating with a deep sigh. one of his hands reaches over to push the flesh of your inner thigh aside as he watches himself slowly ooze out of you. "fuckin' hell.." he drags a hand down his face before he finally gets up. he's quick to pull his boxers up and yanks his jeans up his meaty thighs.

you watch the hairy skin disappointingly disappear beneath the various clothes as he quickly gets dressed. you eye the expansive trail of blooming love bites across his chest with a smile. he leans down over you as he pulls your face to the side to meet his lips in a firm kiss. "i'll see you tonight, alright?" he mutters against your lips. you card your fingers through his chest hair through his mostly unbuttoned shirt.

you hum into the kiss, gently nipping at his lower lip. he pulls away with a grin, reaching down for one last quick kiss before he drapes the sheets over your bare figure. "see you tonight," you smile tiredly.

he's already at the door when he turns. "i'll make it up to you." he winks, pulling the door open. you briefly meet the eyes of the band he's been managing before the door closes quickly.

"oh oh! you had company!" you hear a string of 'whoops' and laughter.

"daamn, d'you sleep with a vacuum?" another bout of laughter.

"alright, alright- that's enough hollerin'. let's get this show on the road, yeah?" you hear him call.

you turn around in bed, slowly getting up. you stretch your arms, time for a shower, then back into bed for the day while you wait.

✦◟ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

it's late when Weasel finally comes back, you're half asleep as you faintly hear the motel door opening and closing. you hum in bed, eyes still closed. you smile as you feel the scratch of his beard and the press of his lips against your shoulder.

"you really enjoy markin' me up, huh?" he mutters against the fabric of one of his shirts that you're wearing.

you roll onto your back, and he moves to hover above you. you glance down to his chest, the hickeys having fully bloomed across his chest, various shades of deep reds and purples. you grin as you meet his eyes, linking your arms behind his neck. "can't have pretty girls in those clubs thinkin' you're lonely back home, now can we?" you smile against his lips.

he grins in response, slotting his lips against yours. you sigh into the kiss, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your thighs.

he pulls away, trailing his lips and teeth down your jaw and throat. "you know i'm all yours, right?" he mutters against your skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point.

your smile widens, moving beneath him to wrap your legs around his waist. you feel him gently rock his hips against your core. "what if i just like showin' off that you're mine?" you respond as your breath hitches at the feeling.

he grins at your words, nipping at your throat before coming back up to meet your eyes. "not a single problem with that, baby. keep on doin' it f'it makes you happy."

「 authors note,, this started out as a cute fluffy piece.. and then spiralled into whatever this is 🤠 Weasel just does things to me, what can i say 🫠. ꜜtaglist,, @corviluna @bichvanderlinde . 」

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[htchnr]

꩜ souled out on u! 𑣲 WEASEL.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, Clancy Brown in Thunder Alley absolutely fucked me up, so here's a drabble about it. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, suggestive ⭑ grinding in the club ⭑ smoking & drinking ⭑ southern!reader ⭑ cowboy hat rule (again lol) ⭑ fade to black smut (sorry y'all, next time) ⭑ allusions/hinting at riding. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the music's loud, the air is sticky and night is alive in the club tonight. your hips sway to the flow of the song, eyes closed and a smile of your face. you're faintly aware of some eyes on you, but it doesn't bother you much.

the songs slows to a halt, the next one slowly starting up. you let out a breath, pushing your hair out of your face as you make your way to the bar for another drink. you flag the bartender down, ordering another of what you've been drinking.

you glance over to your side, a tall, bearded man with a Dakota style Stetson atop his head leans against the bar. a lit cigarette between his lips. you shamelessly eye him up and down, taking in his attire. the bartender hands you your drink, you take a sip as you put down two bills.

"you look a long way from home, cowboy." you eye him from over your glass.

the man turns his head, his eyes meeting yours. "oh yeah?" he drawls, his tone low and rumbly. he looks you up and down, and you then realise it was his eyes you felt on you on the dance floor. "'n how far might you be away from home?" he returns.

you take another sip shrugging. "not too far from yours, by the sound of it."

he holds your eyes, before the follow the drop of your drink that drips from your lip and down your chin. he watches you catch the drop with your thumb, then wrap your lips around the digit as you clean it off.

"d'you dance?" you try, watching the way his plump lips wrap around the cigarette butt as he takes a drag.

he exhales, the steady cloud of smoke swirling across your face. "not usually,"

you grin at the smoke, taking the gesture as a wordless sign to continue. you down the remainder of your drink, setting the glass down beside his. "well," you trail reaching for his hat and pulling it off. your eyes are drawn to the thick head of curls it reveals, you grin even wider. "let's see those moves, cowboy." you wink, setting the hat atop your own head before moving over to the dance floor again.

a new song starts, one you don't necessarily recognise but are starting to like the beat of. you can feel his eyes on you as you dance to it, your eyes closed as you turn your back.

it doesn't take long before you feel a pair of big hands smooth over your hips, cologne and familiar cigarette smell curling around you. you hear a 'tsk' come from behind you, though the sound has no bite to it-- all you hear is a smile or smirk in it.

"you know what this means back home, don't you?" his lips brush your ear as he leans down. he flicks at the hat, letting you feel what he's referring to. you smile at the faint press of his hips against your lower back, he's still giving you some room to back out.

you shrug playfully, covering his hands with yours as you drag them further up your waist. his teeth graze the shell of your ear, you close your eyes at the feeling as you sway to the music. you turn around after a minute or so, linking your arms behind his neck. "i dunno, depends on what you think it means." you grin.

he eyes drag down your face, pausing at your lips before the continue down the low cut front of your shirt. his lips purse around the cigarette butt as he takes a drag. he tuts as he exhales, the smoke curling through the air between you. you reach up, plucking the cigarette from between his lips. you take a hit, exhaling the smoke across his face.

he watches with dark eyes, his fingers digging into your hips as you both sway to the music. you pull the last drag from it, smothering the butt against the sole of your boot before flicking it into the trashcan beside you. "so," you trail, tiptoeing a hand down his chest. "you gon' show me some of those moves?"

he smirks, wrapping a hand around yours to stop it just as it reaches his belt. "what's in it for me?" though you both already know exactly how this night is ending.

your finger traces the outline of his decorative belt buckle as you playfully think. you look up through your lashes, a look on your face that he can only describe as trouble. "a ride home." you grin.

it doesn't take long for you to get carried out of the club, heavy hands on the back of your thighs as your hips dig into his shoulder. your laughing as he does so, his hat almost toppling off your head.

you describe your truck in a breathy tone as you feel his hand trail up higher, guiding him to where you parked.

you gasp and laugh as you feel him dig into your back pocket to fish out your keys, unlocking your pickup before he swings the passenger door open. he hauls you inside with strong arms, a motion that most definitely has your stomach fluttering as he hovers over you.

your lips are on his in an instant as the door slams shut, along with his big hands dragging up every inch of your figure he can reach. he leans back, pulling you into his lap with ease. you gasp as your hips roll against his, one of his heavy arms around your waist with his fingers digging into your hip as the other tangles its fingers with your hair.

you grin into the kiss, "well then," you pant against his lips. "show me those moves, cowboy."

he pulls away ever so slightly, looking at you through his lashes as he smirks. "think you can handle it?" he doesn't miss the way your thighs clench at his words.

your eyes almost flutter shut as you trail your lips down his throat and the exposed part of his hairy chest. "do your worst."

he grins, rough hands snapping two buttons as he pulls at the front of your shirt to match his. you gasp as he pulls your face up to meet his by the squish of your cheeks. "hope you're ready to ride, cowgirl." his lips brush yours as he speaks.

you grin at the scratch of his beard against your chin, it's definitely going to be a long and fun night.

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Tension

Summary: Imagine sticking with Weasel when Wade goes off and does something dangerous.

Characters: Reader, Weasel, Wade Wilson

Fandom: Marvel- Deadpool

Word Count: 1471

Idea From: @peterbennjaminparker 

AN: Y/F/S= your favorite series

We were currently at the bar when Wade came in.

“So you too look pretty cozy,” he raised his nonexistent eyebrow.

“Us cozy?” I moved closer to Weasel. “Oh how did you come to that conclusion?” I wrapped my arms around Weasel who got tense.

“Anyone with a heart could see that,” Wade replied sitting across from us.

“What are you doing today Wilson?” I move back to my original spot.

“I’m not sure, maybe go kill some bad guys or relish in the sexual tension between the two of you. I haven’t decided yet,” he took the bottle of tequila I had set down on the table earlier.

“What are you talking about Wade?” I looked at him curiously.

“I mean I don’t know what I’m doing today,” he replied.

“That’s not what I- nevermind,” I sigh. “Hey Weasel you wanna go to laser tag with me?” I turned to look at aforementioned man.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Wade feigned hurt.

“Because you're likely to find actual lasers and start killing people,” I replied.

“You aren’t wrong,” was all he said.

“So what do ya Weasel?” I smile at him.

“Uh, yeah, sure I’ll go with you,” he smiled a little.

“Great!” I exclaimed. “When do you wanna go?”

“I thought you already had a date set,” he stared at me.

“Well I’m bored of this so I’ll go out and have some fun,” Wade stood up. “Any of you care to join? You guys can be my trusty sidekicks,” he looked a little to happy at that.

“How about we go right now?” I looked to Weasel.

“Yeah, alright,” he started getting out of his seat.

“You have fun out there DP,” I said as Wade headed towards the door.

“You two better get rid of that tension I was talking about,” he called out. “Why can’t they just kiss and get it over with,” he whispered the last part loud enough for us to hear.

“Wade huh,”  I said awkwardly.

“Yeah, we should probably get going,” he said coming out from behind the bar.

Time Skip

We decided to go bowling instead of doing laser tag.

So far Weasel was beating me, who would’ve thought he was good at bowling.

“How are you so good at this?” I blurted out.

“You don’t know everything about me,” he cheekily said, knocking down the last two pins.

“Is this why you wanted to come bowling? So you could put me to shame?” I got up for my turn.

“This is better than laser tag,” he said. “By bowling you learned that I’m a great bowler, see we’re learning stuff about each other.” He laughed when I completely missed the pins.

“I suck at this,” I walked back and plumped down next to Weasel with my arms crossed.

“Come on don’t start pouting,” he poked my cheek. “I could show you how to bowl if you want,” he suggested.

I looked over at him and smiled, “would you really?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s not that hard,” he said standing up.

“Thanks honey bear,” I used his most hated nickname I gave him.

“Oh please don’t start with that again,” he motioned for me to grab a bowling ball. “Okay so it’s all in your form and coordination,” he grabbed his own ball and did his thing. “Look at how I do it and then try and do the same.”

I nod my head and watch his every movement. He knocked them all down.

“You think you got it?” he turned back to me.

“I think so,” I walked to the line and tried to do what he did but I missed the pins, again.

“Okay how about we do this,” he walked over to me and stood behind me. “Okay so we’re just gonna go through the motions and then we’ll let you try with the ball. Okay so you walk up to the line right and then-” he started moving my body to match what he did earlier.

We did this for a few times and then he thought I was ready.

“Okay grab your ball and do exactly what we just did and just picture knocking down the pins if that helps,” he stood to the side and watched.

I closed my eyes, picturing the pins being knocked down and walked the few steps to the line, eyes still closed, and I let the ball roll.

I opened my eyes and saw the ball knock down all the pins. “I did it!” I yelled and turned to Weasel.

“That was-” I cut him off by kissing him.

I realized what I was doing and pulled away. “Sorry I shouldn’t’ve done-” I was cut off by a pair of lips.

We stood there kissing for a bit, then we parted for air. We stared at each other for a while before we were interrupted by the one and only…

Wade Winston Wilson.

“Finally!” he walked in with his suit on, covered in blood. “I thought I was gonna have to lock you two in a closet or a room or something,” he sat down and propped his feet up on the table.

“Wade what are you doing here?” I looked over at him.

“Well I killed a few bad guys and thought I should check up on you kids,” he grabbed some pizza off the table. “And you know make sure you weren’t doing any monkey business or anything like that,” he spoke with his mouth full.

“For your information there was no monkey business going on,” I walked over to the couches and sat down. “However there was a little weasel business going on,” I smirked.

“Ooh. Well played,” Wade replied going in for another slice.

“Thank you,” I replied reaching for my drink.

“Sometimes I worry you might turn out like Wade,” Weasel sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“Well we are related on my mother’s side,” I smiled at Weasel’s look of horror. “Don’t worry honey bear, we only share the same sense of humor,” I added.

“What have I gotten into,” Weasel joked.

“If I’m right, which I always am, you’ll be getting into little Y/N’s funhouse,” Wade winked, or it looked like he did.

“Jesus Wade,” I laughed. “Way to make things weird.”

“I did not such thing,” he feigned innocence.

“You ready to get out of here?” Weasel looked to me.

“Yeah, let’s go,” we got up and started leaving.

“Enjoy the funhouse!” Wade called out waving to us.

“If only I could kill him,” I said shaking my head.

“If you did that who would you joke around with,” Weasel pointed out.

“Well you aren’t wrong there,” I replied.

We walked in silence until we got to our apartment. Weasel needed a place to crash so I let him stay at my apartment. I had asked Wade but he said something about leaving us to our alone time together.

We took the elevator to the third floor. “This isn’t gonna be awkward is it?” he asked.

“I don’t think it should be,” I answered. “I mean we’re best friends and we both like each other and we’re adults so I don’t think it’ll be weird,” I added with a smile.

We got off the elevator and walked to the apartment. Weasel unlocked the door and we walked in.

“You wanna have a movie marathon?” I asked.

“Which movies?” he started walking to the living room.

“Y/F/S,” I sat on the couch as he put the disc in already knowing which I would pick.

“I should get the snacks,” I got back up and went to the snack closet. I went in the fridge and got a few drinks out.

I pulled out a tray and put the snacks and drinks on it. “The movies almost starting,” Weasel called out.

“Just in time,” I said as I walked in and set the tray on the coffee table.

I sat down next to Weasel who was cocooned in a blanket, “You gonna stay in there the whole marathon?” I teased him.

“I might, you never know,” he replied. “Could you pass me the gummy worms?” he pointed at them.

I sighed and handed him the bowl of gummy worms. I sat close to him since he had the only blanket in the room and I didn’t want to get up and get another.

After a few minutes I felt Weasel move, “wanna come in?” he said holding the blanket open, inviting me in.

“Thanks babe,” I cuddle up next to him.

“No problem,” he cocooned us again and put an arm around me, pulling me a little closer to him.

We spent the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling, without any interruption from Wade.

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