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happy st paddy's day to him

[dpimagines]

reset me ; wade wilson.

track twelve of BROKEN MACHINE.

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. 

“They’re fine. Wolvie, too.”

“No way!” exclaimed Wade. “Logie’s there, too? Jesus—whole damn gang’s there.”

“Except you,” you pointedly said.

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.

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I was shocked to find this blog was 4 years old but I’m pretty sure this was an nsft blog that I rebranded to be Deadpool-themed after I stopped being active on it 💀 anyways happy late 4th bday to this blog and happy late 21st bday to me!!!

#4 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) – Part 5 of 5

I expected this to be smuttier. Maybe I can get around to writing a bonus chapter with smut if any of you would be into that? Let me know!

Same trigger warnings, actually, this is much milder since the action/conflict has pretty much passed. Yay for happy endings!

tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships

Waking up is less dramatic than yesterday. Simply put, you got too hot. Wade’s healing factor makes him the equivalent of a heated blanket that’s just a little too warm. 

He’s already awake, though, gazing at you in a silence that to most would seem uncharacteristic.

But you know him. 

“Can- Can I call you ‘baby,’ now?” he asks. It lacks his false bravado, in fact, he sounds like the scared little boy he once was, before the killing and the new girl every night and the grand love story and the cruel experimentation. Before he was him. 

You nod solemnly.

“They’ll be here in a couple hours. After that, we’ll get Eddie and then lay low for a little while, blow away some of our savings. Get to know each other again, and get to know him.”

You nod again. 

“I love you, you know that, right?”

And again. 

“Say something?” he meekly requests. 

“Water, please?” you croak, throat dry.

He leaps to action, accidentally shaking the rollaway a little bit and waking Russell with a start.

“Sorry, little man. Just grabbing some water for the wifey.”

Wade toddles over to the kitchenette, and you turn, wrenching yourself from Nathan’s grip to observe him as Wade observed you. Some people look more at peace when asleep. Not him. His jaw is clenched shut; his eyebrows are furrowed. You brush a tuft of his gray hair from his face, and he snatches your wrist. 

You flinch back, and recognition washes over his face, remorse following shortly after. 

“No touching while you’re asleep, gotcha,” you awkwardly chuckle. 

“Can’t imagine why you’d wanna touch this mug,” he grumbles. 

“Get used to asking yourself that question every day!” Wade chirps. “Well, on second thought, you are super fucking se-”

“Wade,” you hiss, reminding him once again that there’s a kid present.

Nathan takes a moment to examine the arm he grabbed. 

“Sorry,” he nearly whispers, but you shake your head. 

“I scared you,” you dismiss it. “Don’t you start with the whole delicate treatment, too.”

“It’s not that you are delicate. You just deserve to be treated like it. Y’know, gentle.”

Wade laughs heartily, nearly spilling the glass he’s returned with. 

You give him a pointed look as he hands it to you. You take a nice, long drink before placing it on the nightstand.

“I didn’t say anything,” he defends himself. 

“Oh, is that how it is?” Nathan looks up at you with a glint in his eye best described as devious. Blood rushes to your face, but you force it back nearly as fast. “That’s a nice little trick you’ve got there.”

“What trick?” Wade asks, oblivious. 

“He doesn’t know.” Nathan looks a little too proud of himself. 

“I don’t know how you do.”

“I… Have some telepathic abilities. They’re almost exclusively used to keep the virus from taking over, but I can still sense some things. She uses her abilities to push the blood away from her face so she won’t blush. I wasn’t sure what you were doing the other night when I felt it, but you’re a little slower in the mornings, aren’t you?” 

Wade is gobsmacked. 

“Yes, she knew,” you know the question he’s too scared to ask. “That night was her idea, actually.”

“That night?!” he squeaks. 

“That night?” Nathan asks. 

“Well, I kind of…challenged Wade. To make me blush,” you explain as vaguely as you can, but Russell still chortles. 

“You were so mean,” Wade teasingly whines. “You’re just not trying hard enough,” he imitates you shockingly well. 

“You liked it,” you remind him. 

“Evil little- Hmph!” Wade grumbles, and you can’t help but giggle.

“If I was as goofy as the two of you, I’d be playing dead right now,” Nathan cuts in. 

“Huh?” you and Wade respond. 

“Y’know, how I said I’d drop dead… Ugh, nevermind,” he groans. “See? Not goofy.”

“Wait, no, I get it now!” you reassure him. “Very funny.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, it’s just something he said the night before last, about how much prettier I’d be if I was well-rested and… Really smiling.” You smile again, gazing at your newly-found soulmate. “Guess it happened sooner than I thought.” You know there will be days where the grief is crushing, but you’ll feed on this little slice of happiness, on any that you can find. Something tells you that you won’t be running out of them anytime soon, even with the hard times to come. 

“Can I kiss you?” Nathan asks. 

You look to Wade for approval. 

“He’s your soulmate, too,” he tells you with a shrug. 

And so, you two have a kiss that’s a little more than chaste, but still simple. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you once again have to prevent yourself from blushing like it’s the first kiss you’ve ever received.

He’s smirking like you did, though, and that’s when you know you’re in for it. 

“Cute,” he says softly. 

“Isn’t she?” Wade rejoins you in bed. “Let’s just cuddle until the X-Losers get here.”

“Dude,” you remind him, and he turns to Russell. 

“Oh, they’re, uh, they’re not losers, I- Uh-” 

“Anyways, I’d like to remedy my morning breath and do my best to no longer reek of blood and sweat.”

“Wouldn’t we all?” Wade agrees. He and Russell are still in their yucky jumpsuits from the prison. “How about this? Russell gets picked up by them, and we go back to the apartment for a group shower?”

Nathan clears his throat. 

“You don’t have to join, but I will say, Y/N really gets into your back with this super yummy-smelling scrub, I mean, why make it with sugar and make it smell like fruit if you don’t want people to eat it? It’s downright cruel, truly, I-”

“Can you shower?” you wonder, cutting Wade off. “Do you need, like, a special sleeve for…” You’re not sure what to call the metal creeping up Nathan’s neck and covering his arm. 

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s organic.”

“So’s malachite,” you reply, wanting a real answer. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t give off toxic fumes when it gets wet.”

“Oh, a geologist, are we?” he half-snarks back. 

“Best friends with one.”

And with that, you get a call from Ellie. 

“Speak of the devil. Hi.”

“We’re almost there. You okay?”

“Okay-er than I was yesterday, and the day before,” you tell her. 

“Good,” she replies. “See you soon.” 

“Yes, ma’am! Be safe, love you.” You hang up. 

“It’s fine. The metal, I mean. Doesn’t rust or anything, at least not yet,” Nathan mumbles. “And it’s been around for a long time.” 

You nod in understanding. 

Wade ruffles your hair and you sigh, still a little drowsy. 

“Are you excited?” you ask Russell. 

“Yeah, kinda…”

“It’s a great place. I grew up there.”

This seems to relieve him a bit. 

“I get my own bed?”

“You’ll probably have a roommate or two, but, yeah. And there’s plenty of food to go around, and movie nights where the movie doesn’t get turned off, and… It can be a lot sometimes, but it really is like one big family.”

You feel a pang in your heart and look at Wade, who’s looking at Nathan.

“I’ll explain later, maybe,” Nathan mumbles. 

“Okay,” you reply.

There’s a knock at the door, a special pattern that you know by heart. 

You go for the door, opening it up for Ellie, Yukio, and Piotr. 

“Russell!” you call. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Yukio asks.”You know you can always come back, there’s plenty of room and everyone would be so happy to see you, and-”

“Yukio. She knows,” Ellie mumbles. 

“You’d be the happiest to see your pseudo-big sis, don’t pretend it’s any other way!” Yukio insists, and you giggle a little. Russell joins you at the doorway.

“Hey, buddy!” Yukio chirps. 

“Russell, this is Yukio, president of the Welcome Committee. This is her girlfriend, Ellie, and that’s Mr. Rasputin. He teaches some of the art classes. Do you like to paint?”

“I think so… It’s been so long,” Russell admits. 

“I guess you’ll find out,” you tell him. He grins. 

“Do you have any questions before we go? Anything you wanna say?” Ellie asks curtly, but, hey, she’s trying. 

Russell simply gives you a big hug. 

“Okay, that’s all,” he says before finally crossing the threshold and joining the trio outside. 

“See you soon,” you say to the now-quartet, and they all say (or in Ellie’s case, wave) their goodbyes. You shut the door and lock it. 

“Alrighty. Let’s go home!” Wade cheers. Both he and Nathan have gotten up at this point. “I, uh, cleaned up the laptop shards. And basically the whole apartment. Cocaine and anxiety, well, they make for a very clean house.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, but Wade shakes his head. 

“You had a human reaction to a fucked-up situation. One I put you in. And you already apologized, and I already forgave you. We’re as okay as we could possibly be right now, alright?” 

“Alright,” you reply.

“I’m gettin’ kinda curious about this place,” Nathan chimes in. “Especially that whole shower thing.” 

“You just wanna see Y/N nekkid,” Wade giggles.

The shade of red Nathan turns is so adorable you feel yourself start to giggle, too, but you try to force it down for his sake.

Nathan clears his throat. 

“You don’t?” he retorts, but it took a little too long for him to come up with that to take him seriously.

“Why, of course I do! If I had my way, it would be federal- No, international law for Y/N to never wear clothes. Not for sexual reasons, no, no, sir, but because she is art that should not be hidden from the world. Especially me.” 

“Don’t get his hopes up,” you laugh. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nathan’s tone suddenly darkens when he says this, and he turns your head so you face him directly. “You’re gorgeous, doll. Guess he’s not getting his nose broken. Don’t think I could stand to see tears in those pretty eyes again.”

“You were gonna break my nose?!” Wade whines. “No, wait, that’d be kinda hot. You do aftercare, right?” 

Nathan just scoffs, shaking his head. 

“Let’s just get checked out and go.”

You and Wade follow his lead, cleaning up after yourselves and letting Nathan do the talking in the lobby while you two wait in the truck. He swiftly returns, and the trip that follows is like the day before yesterday in reverse; the sun gets higher as you return to familiarity. You’re squeezed between Wade’s nervous rambling of directions and Nathan’s stoic silence.

Eventually, you’re home. 

Nathan parks behind the duplex to avoid the stolen truck being spotted by those passing by, and the three of you make your way upstairs. 

“Shit,” you realize you left your keys inside when you left, and it’s not like Wade was able to retrieve his when you did your little prison break.

“Lock’s still busted, hon,” Wade murmurs. 

“Right,” you say, but you don’t open the door, steeling yourself. 

“Do you want me to do it?” Nathan asks you both. The two of you nod, and he opens the door. 

You sigh as you enter. It’s the same as when you left. Cleaner, like Wade said, but the same. It’s like nothing even happened. 

“Nice place,” Nathan comments. 

“Thanks,” you and Wade say in unison. 

The cleanliness of the apartment makes you even more aware of the grime you feel you’re covered in. You scratch at your cheek.

“Go ahead and hop in the shower,” Wade says. “I’ll lay out some comfy clothes for you and get your phone on the charger.” 

“You’re not gonna shower with me?”

“I was… Sorta kidding,” Wade admits. “Figured you might want some time to yourself.” 

“‘Cause that totally sounds like me,” you laugh. 

“I meant you might not wanna be, y’know, around me.”

There’s a thorn in your heart. Or maybe his. 

You shake your head. He embraces you, and it’s gone. 

“We’re gonna be okay, you know that, right?” you remind him. 

You look up at him, and that grieving ache in his heart intensifies.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I deserve you even less,” you reply. 

“You two. I feel like I’m watching one of Aaliyah’s vampire shows. Go take a fucking shower,” Nathan grumbles, but his cheeks are a little pink. You’d be worried if you felt any jealousy, but you don’t… 

Wait, does he think you two are cute? 

You nearly giggle. 

“Okay,” you respond, giving Nathan a peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. You turn the water on and strip down while you wait for it to warm up. 

The door opens, and you turn to see Wade. 

“Wow,” he blurts. 

“You act like it’s the first time every time.”

“Sure does feel like it, hot stuff.” He unzips his jumpsuit and takes off his boxers. “Wait, uh…” 

You finally notice the collar, and reach for it.

“No!” The fear jolts you more than his shout does. His fear. “It’ll shock you if you try and take it off. Do, the, uh… The pressure thing.”

“That shit hurts,” you remind him. 

“Dying of cancer hurts worse. It neutralizes any mutant ability.” 

“Fuck… Okay.” 

You take a deep breath, focusing on the beating of his heart; the blood rushing in his veins. You make it burst out of his neck in a tiny, powerful stream, slicing the collar off. It leaves a pretty nasty gash in his neck, but that heals up quickly. You rub at the same spot on your own neck, still feeling the sting a little. 

Nathan pounds on the door, scaring you both. 

“We’re fine!” Wade shouts. “Had to get my fancy prison necklace off without touching it.” 

“Just checking.” 

And with that, you check the water again, pulling back. 

“Ow!” Wade squeals dramatically. 

“I know,” you reply, turning the temperature down. You two share a look, feeling a certain third party’s anxiety simmer in your stomachs. 

Nathan knocks on the door again, this time lighter. 

“Just come in already,” Wade complains. 

The door cracks open. 

His eyes widen, flicking between you and Wade. 

“Did you not expect us to shower naked, or…?” Wade asks rhetorically. 

“Well, I just- Hm. Yeah. Okay.” 

He leaves as quickly as he arrived. You and Wade laugh like idiots— mostly at the aching in your groins that isn’t yours —before finally getting in the shower. 

Wade squirts a good amount of shampoo in his hands as you wet your hair. 

He lathers you up and you damn near melt at the sensation of his fingers against your scalp. 

You rinse your hair as he gets the conditioner. He works it into the ends of your hair before the two of you finally kiss. He sighs. 

“That’s it. Now, I’m home.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” you tell him.

“But you like it,” he sing-songs. “Mm, beautiful.” 

“You’re just buttering me up. C’mon, let’s switch spots and I’ll get the scrub.” 

He nods, and the two of you do as you said. You unscrew the lid of the scrub and get to work on his back, not bothering to save the best for last. 

The scrub stings against his aching skin, but he seems to like whatever other sensations he gets from it, the ones you can’t feel.

“You know, I could just give you a back rub,” you remind him. 

“Yeah, but exfoliating gets all the dead skin off so it doesn’t try to heal back and get all gross and flaky. Remember the first time you did this?”

You do. His back looked like a lizard struggling to shed its skin. Wade’s skin doesn’t disgust you, but you have to admit, it did give you the creeps that time. 

You finish up quickly, and he turns to rinse the remaining soap and sugar off. 

“Want me to get yours?” 

You nod and turn around. You only woke up a few hours ago, but the warmth of the shower and the comfort of Wade’s presence is sapping your energy away. 

He massages the scrub into your back and you’re once again melting under his touch. 

“All done,” he chirps. The two of you continue to wash your bodies, and afterwards you rinse out your conditioner. He turns the water off for you and grabs towels from the hooks just outside. You pat yourselves dry and realize you forgot to grab clean clothes. 

The two of you giggle as you skitter out of the bathroom in just your towels, dropping them once you make it to your wardrobe and his dresser. 

“Can I wear one of your shirts?” you ask as you pull on your underwear and a pair of sweatpants.

Wade tosses you one and you put it on. He hums with delight at the sight of you. 

“Eddie can wait ‘til tomorrow. Now, it’s time for a cuddle sesh,” he suggests. “What do you think, Nate?”

“It’s her money,” he responds from the couch. He’s sitting in her spot. You look at Wade, who’s already looking at you. Your eyes burn a little, but you smile. He has no idea how he’s healing you both, filling that void. Not replacing her, he never could, but he’s like a rectangular block that fits through a square hole; something different taking up the same space.

“I think it can wait until tomorrow,” you agree, heading over to the couch. You take your spot, draping your legs over Nathan’s lap, while Wade takes his and you prop yourself against him. “This is nice.” 

“Mhm,” he hums in agreement. You’re all hurting, sure, but… But it’s peaceful. A new normal falling into place.

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The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) – Part 4 of 5

Sorry this took so long. It's actually been done for months at this point, but I didn't think part 5 was gonna be the last part and wanted to have six at least started before I published another chapter.

Same trigger warnings as past chapters. Let me know if I need to add any.

tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships

“Y/N, Y/N… Y/N, c’mon… Fuck, why d’ya gotta be so fucking cute when you’re asleep?” 

“You think I’m cute?” you sleepily mumble. Yesterday slowly seeps back into your memory. “Can- Can I please have-“

“Breakfast first,” he says. 

“That is breakfast,” you whine in protest.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Made a phone call. Cinnamon rolls with extra icing, right?”

“Phone call? To-“

“Xavier’s.”

You jolt, suddenly fully awake.

“They’re gonna be looking for me now.”

“They already were, at Wade’s request. They’ve stopped because they know you’re with your other soulmate.” 

“Can’t wait for that news to get back to him,” you scoff. 

“Eat,” he insists. “Quickly, we have a problem.”

He points to the TV. Wade and some kid you realize has to be Russell are going to…

“Oh, fuck!” you leap up from the bed, scarfing down a couple of the cinnamon rolls before heading to the bathroom. You frantically search for a spare toothbrush, giving up and settling for a few rounds of mouthwash. You steal some of his deodorant before heading back to the room and throwing on your bra and jeans from yesterday. “Sorry I slept in so late, I-“

“You really didn’t, it’s only ten,” he reassures you. “We’ve just got shit to do.” 

“Yeah, we gotta get them out, you should’ve gotten me up sooner!” 

“What?”

“What do you mean, what?” you ask. 

“My first priority is killing Edward Fredricksen.”

“That’s your soulmate, and that kid will just end up killing somebody else’s family if we don’t help him,” you argue. 

“Fuck, are you always this right all the time?” He sounds like he’s complaining, but you take it as a compliment. You put your boots back on.

“Let’s go,” you say. 

“I would’ve let you sleep longer if I knew you’d be ready this fast,” he mumbles, and you realize he’s still sorting through his weapons. He settles for one particularly large gun, as well as a couple of pistols he keeps holstered. 

“It’s an emergency, of course I didn’t dawdle,” you reply. “Better get something for Wade, too.”

“What would he like?”

“Probably what you’ve got strapped to your back… Would settle for anything, though. He’s resourceful.” 

“Got it,” he says, putting on a thigh holster and sliding an additional handgun in there. “Let’s go. Wait, you- Never mind…”

“What?”

“Was gonna ask if you needed a weapon. Dumb question.”

“You were smart enough to catch yourself,” you remind him, taking his hand and pulling him out of the motel room. He locks the door behind you both and you head out. 

The drive to the prison is strategy talk, mostly Nathan insisting you hang back while you insist you take the lead.

“I can handle it!” you shout at the same time, and despite your bickering, you both laugh. 

“I’m serious, anybody who gets in our way will be fucking confetti,” you promise. “And maybe a few more of those pigs while I’m at it!”

“Same here,” he argues. “I almost don’t even wanna bring you, it’s too dangerous.”

“I’ll just drink some of Wade’s blood if I get hurt,” you remind him. “I’ll be alright.”

“Just stay behind me until you see him, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re not budging.” 

“Me budging is you being here in the first place. If I had it my way, you’d still be asleep!”

“You’re sweet, Nathan, but… I’ve survived this long, give me some credit.”

He groans. 

“You shouldn’t have to… He-”

“Not his fault. My, uh… My father’s kinda the one who got me into this life. Powers manifested early, and even once Xavier’s found me… He would take me out for the weekend and… Well, the folks down at Sister Margaret’s, they didn’t take too kindly to some mutie stealing all the jobs. I explained the situation, though, and they-” You chuckle. “They were like fucking coyotes, man. Ripped him to pieces.”

“I was wondering why they seemed to be sorta… Different. That kinda place, don’t really expect them to take too kindly to women. Guess they have a bit of a soft spot for you, watching you grow up and all that.”

He sounds almost envious. You suppose if he was from this time, maybe he’d have been a regular there. Perhaps he wishes he was the one to save you, to dry your tears and keep you safe as you got older, not pushing you or grooming you but preparing you for the future. Holding you through the pain of what Wade was going through, maybe preventing him from going through it in the first place.

But that’s just not how things are. 

You arrive at the prison, and you’re already dropping the outer layer of guards. You watch their helmets pop off of their exploding heads like the lids of glass soda bottles. 

Pop, pop, pop…

“Don’t wear yourself out,” Nathan nervously chuckles.

“Just getting warmed up,” you chirp. 

“Damn, that is really…”

“Terrifying?”

“I was trying to find a classier way to say sexy,” he mumbles. 

“Aw, really? Thank you! Let’s head in.” You grab his hand, pulling him along eagerly. 

He uses explosives to create an… Alternative entrance. He scans the inside before running off. 

“Hey! Hey! Not all of us have a sixth sense!” you cry out, annoyed at being left behind. A guard rushes you both, and you put him down, opting for all the blood to leave his brain instead of the other way around. 

“Bionic eye,” Nathan corrects. You continue to take down the guards, working outwards from you both until there’s none left in sight. “So much for hanging back.”

“You’re too slow, old man,” you snark in return, but you take his hand. 

“Weren’t you the one struggling to keep up before?”

“That’s just ‘cause I was still getting warmed up. I told you.” 

“Y/N M/N!” Wade scolds, striding over with Russell in tow. 

“That’s pretty. M/N. That’s one of the names I had on the list for Hope. Aaliyah vetoed it, though,” Nathan mumbles to you, and you smile. 

“And who’s this?!”

“Who do you think?” you retort, and Wade shrinks a little, before putting on his mask. Not the literal one, but the cocky, humorous facade. 

“Hot damn,” Wade sighs. “That’s a lot of cream for your twinkie.” 

Nathan’s resting scowl intensifies as he glares at Wade.

“Wade Wilson, nice to meet you,” Wade snaps out of his fantasies to introduce himself, extending a hand. Nathan shakes it, still glaring.

“Nathan Summers.” 

“Y’know, I always thought I wasn’t the best fit for somebody with daddy issues. You make a lot of sense.”

“I could say the same thing,” you scoff, thinking of Wade’s own problems with his father. 

“I’d say you fit the role pretty well, too, seeing as you ran off when things got hard,” Nathan snarls. You let go of his hand, hurt. “Oh, no, doll, I didn’t mean you.” He reclaims your hand. 

“Doll?! What are you-“

“46,” Nathan stops him, but he can’t help but snicker. 

“Uh, guys? What exactly is going on here?” Russell asks. 

“I’m gonna kill your old headmaster and you’re gonna go to Xavier’s to enjoy the rest of your childhood,” you dryly inform him. 

“Oh… Okay.”

“Solid plan, except for the part where you kill somebody!” Wade squeals. 

“Are you kidding? I just killed countless people to get to you, and I already accepted the job from Weasel. That headmaster guy has a crazy high bounty on his head.”

“I don’t like it when you kill people,” Wade insists. 

“Then you’re a fuckin’ hypocrite!” Nathan argues. “She’s good at it, and it’s what she wants to do!” 

“It’s dangerous!” 

“She’s dangerous!” 

That shuts Wade up. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. Having seen you at your most vulnerable, he forgets what you’re capable of. It’s about time he had a reminder. 

“Let’s get outta here, guys,” you remind them, making your great escape. 

When you get back to the hotel room, you sit at a stool at the small counter near the kitchenette. Nathan plunks down beside you. 

“You know, what you did in there… I never doubted you, but damn. You’re one hell of a woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, after giggling at his compliment. 

You feel something hot bubble up in your stomach. Jealousy. You both turn to Wade. 

“I’m sorry, would you not feel a little jealous if some silver fox daddy just strolled in and started chatting me up?!”

“Uh, there’s a child present,” you remind him. 

“I don’t even know what half of that meant,” Russell mumbles, and you crack up a little.

“Good,” you say, stepping down from the stool and approaching him. You crouch down to meet his level; he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “What do you like to watch?”

“Watch?” 

“Y’know, on TV?” you clarify.

“They let us watch Disney movies, sometimes, if we’re good… But they usually end up turning those off before we’re even halfway through. They say they have bad themes about rebelling against authority.”

“Let’s see what’s on,” you chirp. “Or, uh, here…” You open up the Disney+ app on your phone. “Pick whatever you want off of here and just play it. All the Disney movies you could ever want are on there. If you get bored of that, let me know. I’ve got other apps with movies and stuff.”

“Really?” Russell has so much hope and fear in his eyes. You can’t wait to get him to Xavier’s.

“Really,” you confirm, and he grins. You squeeze his shoulder gently before turning back to your soulmates. “So, I guess our next step is to take him to Xavier’s. They should be able to pick him up from here. Is it okay if I give them our location, Nathan?”

He nods. 

“Cool, I’ll text Ellie,” you tell them both. “But, uh, I’m gonna let him finish at least one movie, first.”

“I’ll text her,” Wade offers. 

“Awesome,” you say. “Could you check the news while you’re at it? See if they got our faces or Nathan’s truck?”

“On it,” he replies. 

“What can I do?” Nathan asks. 

“Just keep standing there and looking handsome,” you flirt, and he gets a good chuckle out of that. You sit next to Russell. “Ooh, I love this movie. Here, let’s sit against the headboard, I’ll hold the phone.”

You pull out your Popsocket, and the boy’s eyes are the size of golfballs. He’d been carefully clutching each side of the device. 

You keep the phone perched between your fingers as Beauty and the Beast unfolds. A rollaway bed is rolled in, and you suppose a retrieval team from Xavier’s won’t be coming until morning. 

“The prince’s beast form was more handsome,” Russell complains. 

“I agree,” you reply. “Wanna watch another?”

He yawns. 

“Can I… Tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah,” you tell him. “Get some rest.”

Russell gets on the glorified cot, pulling the blankets on top of himself.

“Best we can do, kid. Sorry,” Nathan apologizes. 

“No, this is nice,” he insists. “At least it’s all mine, and-” Russell stops himself. “It’s good.”

Wade and Nathan look at the bed, you, and then each other. 

“If you two wanna quit your staring contest and get on the bed, that’d be nice. Just lay on either side of me if you two still hate each other, or whatever the fuck is going on.”

“I don’t hate him,” they say in unison, looking at each other with surprise. You scoff. They get into bed, and the three of you struggle with the twisted comforter until you’re all covered. 

You find yourself holding on to Wade’s arm, leg hitched up over his hip. Nathan spoons you, cheek pressed against your back. 

“Thanks for not, uh… Drinking any more of Francis’s blood today. I appreciate that,” he says softly. 

“I just got caught up in everything and forgot. I’m… I’m sorry for the stuff I said yesterday,” you reply at the same volume. 

“It wasn’t you. It was him.”

“Getting some of his traits doesn’t mean I’m not responsible. That’s like someone blaming alcohol for the shitty things they say and do while drunk,” you remind him. 

“It’s okay, honeybun. Do you need to hear me say I forgive you? Because I do, I did as it was happening. I love you,” he promises. 

“I love you, too, Wade.” You start to feel a little guilty about what happened with Francis. 

“Who’d you kill, baby?” he asks. “You didn’t think I didn’t know, did you? I know they deserved it. Whatever they said, or did, it… Hurt. A lot.” 

“It was Francis,” you admit, starting to tear up. 

“Oh, that’s it?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ve been telling you to let me get rid of him for ages. I would’ve preferred it be me to do it, but, hey. It’s okay. What did he say to you?” 

“He said… It’s not important now,” you say quietly.

His other hand reaches around, messing with your hair. 

“It bothered you, that makes it important.”

“He said a lot of shit. But, uh, what made me lose my temper…” You sigh. “He said you loved her more, and that that’s why I let her die.” 

Wade’s hand leaves you, curling into a fist. You feel his frustration course through you. Nathan holds you tighter. He drops his hand, letting it rest on his stomach. 

“That sick fuck. That’s not even remotely true, you know that, right?”

You nod, but survivor’s guilt still boils inside of you. 

“It’s not. That fucking asshole, I wish we could bring him back just to kill him again.” 

“You two. As much as I appreciate that you’re having this sorely needed heart-to-heart, we’ve got a big day tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep,” Nathan reminds you both. Just the word “sleep” makes your eyelids feel heavy. 

“Yeah,” Wade agrees. “It’s not true. It’s not true at all. None of it. Fucking piece of fucking-” Wade sighs. “I’m so glad you’re alright. Physically, I mean.” 

You yawn, afterwards nuzzling your way into a cozy spot against Wade’s shoulder. 

“It can only get better from here,” you mumble. 

#nathan summers x reader #wade wilson x reader #polyamorous imagine #deadpool x reader #cable x reader #multiple trigger warnings apply #mmf imagine #m/m/f imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #x men fanfiction #x men imagine #multichapter

[dpimagines]

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) part three of [?]

PART ONE / PART TWO

author's note: In honor of the lovely @ghostlyvenus-selfships reblogging and appreciating part two, I figured I could go ahead and post part 3 a little early so she and the rest of you can meet Cable sooner.

tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships

same trigger warnings as parts one and two, let me know if I need to add more! <3

You eventually find yourself at Sister Margaret’s, taking shot after shot, chasing it with just enough blood to keep you high, but not enough to completely wear off the effects of the alcohol.

“Don’t be taking too many jobs of our jobs away, now,” someone remarks.

“I know, I know,” you chuckle. “Just stopping by for a drink and maybe a couple of jobs. Kinda got pissed and trashed my laptop.”

“Living with that asshole will do that to you,” Weasel scoffs from behind the bar. “Where is your handsome husband, by the way?”

“What do you get when you combine an elephant and a rhino?”

“What?” Weasel asks, bewildered by the subject change.

“Elephino!” you answer both questions, and he snickers.

“You two really are a match made in Heaven,” he sighs. “Or maybe Hell, considering you’re here when I know you’re not supposed to be. I’m cutting you off.”

“Come on, dude, at least I actually pay off my tab,” you whine.

“That is true…” he muses. “What kinda job were you hoping to take?”

“I don’t know. I hate to take the bigger jobs from these guys, but I…”

“Need something a little more? I’ve got one everybody’s too scared to touch. Edward Fredricksen. Apparently some mutie in foster care was sent to his school or whatever. Got adopted by her super rich aunt and uncle. They’ve got loads of cash, so they don’t care to sue. They just want him dead.”

“That sounds ideal. Why’s everyone so scared?”

“Well, Mr. Fredricksen is kind of a big deal. Lots of security, lots of press praising him for ‘fixing’ mutant children, that sort of thing. But, that shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it?”

“Not at all. Thanks, Weasel. Mind if I pay our friend in the basement a visit?”

“Not at all,” he obliges.

“Don’t tell Wade. He doesn’t want me drinking anymore unless he’s having one of those days,” you inform him.

“With what you two are going through? That’s just cruel,” Weasel hisses in sympathy.

“Wait,” a man at the bar you hadn’t really noticed chimes in. “When you drink that blood, you don’t feel pain?”

“Somebody’s a little late to the party,” you remark. “Yeah. It’s kind of my thing. Drink blood, heal a little and gain any special abilities of the person it came from. That’s why these guys don’t want me to come around here too often.”

“You really should stop drinking that blood. It made it harder to find you.”

“Find… Me? Wait, you’re not saying you’re… But it just started, like-“

“Yesterday?”

You nod.

“We have a lot to talk about. Mind if I accompany her down to the basement?”

“Why would I care?”

“She’s clearly not the strongest between the two of us, I could easily overpower her,” the strange man says, but he sounds angry.

The whole bar roars with laughter, you included.

“Dude, I’d rip your heart out and eat it while it was still beating before you could even lay a finger on me. We really do have a lot to talk about.”

You lead him behind the bar and down the stairs. He’s silent as you descend the creaky stairs, but too in his head to follow your lead fully. He steps through a rotted spot on one of the stairs, but you catch him in time.

“I- Eugh, what are you doing? It feels weird,” he grumbles.

“That’s what she said,” you snort. “Holding your foot up by your veins. Hemokinesis. Next time I’ll just let you fall. I should’ve.”

“Is that any way to talk to your soulmate?”

You scoff.

“Picked a real shitty time to show up. My wife just died.”

“Oh, I- I’d say I’m sorry, but I know that doesn’t do much. Mine just did, too, and the last thing I’d wanna hear is an apology. It’s kind of my fault.”

“Mine was kinda my fault, too. Watch where I step and step there, okay? I should’ve warned you,” your tone softens, and you offer him your hand. His hand is cold, and you realize it’s metal. You can feel the way your touch sends tingles through it, Francis’ blood is starting to wear off. “I- I’m sorry, what… That’s rude, uh…”

“I should’ve been paying attention to that in the first place. And it’s a virus. You won’t get it just by touching, but, uh, I wouldn’t attempt eating my still-beating heart anytime soon.”

“Noted,” you reply. “You don’t have to hold my hand, if it hurts.”

“It’s alright. It feels good more than it hurts, but… You can’t feel that, can you?”

You shake your head.

“Y/N! Is that you? Who’s that with you? Oh, please tell me it’s Wade, I’ve really missed him,” Francis taunts.

“He seems friendly.”

“He’s not. That’s why we keep him chained up down here,” you say. “I can explain later.”

You weave yourself between stacks of boxes until you’re met with Francis, restrained in every way possible. After all, it wouldn’t hurt him to dislocate his bones and get out of traditional restraints.

“Stay at least six feet away at all times,” you warn your new friend.

“Aw, Y/N, don’t be a bully, introduce me.”

“Whatever, Francis, this is…”

“Nathan.”

“This is Nathan. Nathan, this is Francis.”

“Did you get sick of Wade this quickly? Did you and Vanessa run off together and leave him? I never did understand why you two stayed, such beautiful women wasted on a slob like that.

“But, I suppose there was more benefit for you. He’s immortal! A little fuck and suck every now and then in exchange for a pint of blood doesn’t sound so bad. You just take it from me.”

Speaking of… You push the blood from a less critical vein out, letting it refill the cranberry juice bottle before sending a few drops of your own blood in his direction to seal the wound and keep him just alive enough that you can continue to do this for as long as you want.

“Wow, not even a word to defend your precious soulmate. Things really have gone down the drain. Ah… Someone finally got to her, didn’t they? You had to have known it was only a matter of time. He’s just too reckless.”

“Shut up, shitbag,” you give in and respond, but you don’t let him push you more than that.

“Oh? Really? I was just trying to see what would stick. Poor girl. I don’t feel pain, but I’ve always pitied you being stuck with that loon.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“Nathan-“ you try to warn him.

“Oh, the worst. Such a pathetic creature. You should scoop her up and take her away from all this mess. Did you know that when they met, he rejected her? Told her to buzz off. If it wasn’t for Vanessa, he wouldn’t have even given her a second glance.”

“This douchenozzle is evil, you can’t listen to a word that comes from his mouth. I was seventeen when that happened. He was just trying to keep me safe,” you defend Wade.

“He loved her more,” Francis insists. “That’s why you let her die, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t let her die, he did!” you finally snap, but then your pain melts away. You look at your hand, squeezing the heart that’s in it. “Aw, shit. Wade’s gonna be so pissed at me. Damn it. And I already like you too much to kill you like I told him I was going to. This sucks!”

“Uh… Don’t worry about it, doll. I’ve got a truck, I’ll run to the hardware store I passed on the way here to get you some buckets to put what’s left of his blood in.”

“Doll? What are you, fifty?”

“Forty-six...” he mumbles, looking a bit hurt.

“Oh, I- I should probably say I’m sorry. It’s sweet, it is, I’m just…” You squeeze Francis’s heart again, for emphasis. “Not really with the whole sympathy thing right now.”

He chuckles at that.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you, leaving you to sit with another corpse.

He comes back, but not with buckets. With jars. Lots of them.

“I just thought, y’know… Somethin’ prettier, or whatever stupid shit. I don’t know,” he grumbles, and you giggle.

“Oh, you like to play the big tough guy, but you’re a little softie, aren’t you? That’s just adorable. Thank you, this was… This is very thoughtful,” you commend him, swiftly emptying Francis’ remaining blood into the cute round jars.

“So, uh… How old are you?”

“Twenty and three-quarters!” you chirp.

“And how old is that Wade guy?” he asks.

“He’s thirty-four.”

“You’re a bit young. We all go out on a date, people are gonna assume you’re our daughter before they assume you’re our girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I guess, but soulmates are soulmates, y’know? I’m his wife. Not legally, unfortunately plural marriage isn’t legal unless everyone involved is a soulmate to at least one other person in the group, and Vanessa… She didn’t have a soulmate.”

“But it felt like she was yours, didn’t it? That’s how I feel about my wife… Felt.”

“It’s okay if you still feel it. Neither of us’ll be mad at you.”

“Thanks,” he sighs. “You’re- I think I’m glad I met you first.”

“Wade probably needs you more than I do, right now. Where’d you come from?”

“About fifty years into the future. The guy that murdered my wife, he’s just a kid, now, but… He kills somebody. It changes him. I had a different plan before but, I’ve come up with a better one…I think you can help me. That somebody he kills is Edward Fredricksen. So, all you’ve gotta do is kill him first,” Nathan says. “I assume that won’t be a problem.”

You’re still using Francis’ heart as a stress ball, and you drop it, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He chuckles, though, before helping you put the jars of blood in an empty crate and nudging you away when you attempt to pick it up.

“We should head back up. I’ll inform Weasel of the body, he can handle it,” you decide. Nathan follows you up the stairs and you do as you said you would. Nathan places the crate carefully in the backseat.

“How’d you get here?”

“Walked from my apartment. I don’t wanna go back there, though, uh… Hm.”

“I have a hotel room. You’re welcome to stay with me, but, uh… There’s just one bed.”

“What is this, a fanfiction?” you giggle. “That’s fine, I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“A fan wh- Never mind. Yeah, c’mon.”

The drive is a comfortable sort of quiet, and you decide to take a moment to observe your soulmate. You haven’t really looked at him, and-

Oh no.

He’s devastatingly handsome.

You quickly look away, watching the city you reside in fade into an unfamiliar area as the moon gets higher in the sky and your pain slowly inches back in.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “That’s…”

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. You… You’re gonna feel better, one day. We both will, at least in terms of grief. But this chronic shit Wade and I have, it’s… Why you? It’s just cruel.”

“If you think Wade’s pain is bad now…” you snicker.

“What? It’s been worse?”

“Yeah, when… Francis… I don’t know if it’s my story to tell, but Wade got his powers through human experimentation. He got diagnosed with cancer, and they… Manipulated him into it. Those experiments… I woke up at midnight on my sixteenth birthday screaming, and it didn’t really stop for about… Seven months? I didn’t meet Wade until about a year after that, though.”

“And he had the nerve-“

“I was still underage.”

“All the more reason to keep you close, to protect you!” Nathan argues.

“Vanessa saw it that way, too. She convinced him to at least spend time with me, y’know, apologize, all that. But, I liked her better than I liked him, I still do, even if I love them equally,” you laugh. “Guess that should’ve been a hint that we were meant to have a third.”

“She sounds really wonderful.”

“She was,” you sigh. “I-“ you start, but you’re cut off with a sob. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nathan murmurs. His eyes are on the road, but he offers his metal hand to you. You take it, feeling the pinpricks travel up and down.

“Maybe it’d be different if I’d gotten to say goodbye,” you confess. “Easier.”

“I know the feeling. I was out on a mission, and when I got back… Everything was ashes. My wife, my… My daughter.”

“The anniversary of when they met,” you choke out. “I- I got her a necklace. It was opal, it was her birthstone, and Wade had saved an arcade token from their first date. She got her IUD taken out. We were… We were gonna be a family,” you whimper. “I never- I’ve never had a family. And then… Wade had been late, a job, but… But those men… Why didn’t he take care of them? They… They shot me first, in the spine, and then her, and Wade gave me some of his blood, but… But why didn’t he give her mine, first? Maybe I would’ve been fine, but even if I died, it would’ve…”

“It would’ve been better than this.”

“Finally, someone understands,” you whimper. “Finally.”

“I- I understand,” he admits, but you feel a “but” coming… “But, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad we’ve met. And I hope you don’t mind, but when I meet this Wade fella, I’m gonna have to break his fuckin’ nose. Soulmate or no, he’s put you through too much. You…” His eyes drift to your hands. “You can definitely handle yourself, but that… That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t wanna protect you.”

“His style of protecting me is what got Vanessa killed,” you remind him.

“Exactly. Those men… If I’d known about Russell, I would’ve killed him. He knew about those men, and… Laziness.”

“I guess. I just wish I’d been stronger for just a second longer, I could’ve-“

“Shot in the spine, doll. Shot in the spine,” he insists.

“I was out for a while, and then… He’d already had her cremated and sent to her family. Apparently that’s what she wanted, but-“

“That is beyond fucked. I know that Francis guy is an asshole, but he kinda had a point. You- You deserve a lot better than him, better than either of us.”

“I- Thanks. But I am a mass murderer, you picked up on that, right?”

“Sweetest mass murderer I’ve ever met,” he remarks. “Cutest, too.”

You giggle.

“Are you seriously flirting with me right now?” you ask, but you’re not angry, simply… Amused. “Might be a waste of your time, though. You’re headed back to your wifey after this, right? The whole point is saving her, and- And your daughter.”

“You’re more her type than I am. I was gonna wait to ask, but… I want you to come with me. It doesn’t have to be a relationship right away, but… Think about it.”

“I don’t see why not,” you go ahead and answer.

“I said, ‘Think about it,’”

“I’m a quick thinker,” you retort, and he scoffs, turning right to the motel parking lot.

“It’s a bit of a mess, I’m sorry. Wasn’t exactly expecting a lovely and talented assistant for this magic show,” he jokes, unlocking the door to let you both in before locking it behind him.

“You think I’m lovely?” you wonder as you take off your jacket and drape it over a chair, half-joking yourself.

“Of course I do,” he seriously answers after turning to face you.

“Jeez,” you say, because it’s all you can say, looking up at him with widened eyes and an agape mouth.

“What? It’s not like you don’t hear it all the- I’m gonna kill him.”

“Hey, he just doesn't normally use that kind of word, he still compliments me!” you insist.

“Wait… Wade, hitman, immortal, crude… Is our soulmate fucking Deadpool?!”

You shrink back, and he immediately looks remorseful.

“Uh, um… Yes?”

“I’m sorry, that just… Complicates things a little.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” you scoff, taking off your shoes.

“Right…” he sighs, tossing beer cans off the bed and into the bin, his few bits of laundry to a pile in the corner, and his weaponry into duffle bags. “You should get your beauty sleep. I gotta say, if you’re this pretty running on bitterness and fumes, I might just drop dead at the sight of you with a real smile.”

“Well, you can rest assured that that won’t be happening for a long time,” you remark, forcing the blood away from your cheeks and your heart’s beating to steady.

“That’s okay,” he says softly. “I don’t- I don’t make it a habit to bring women’s pajamas with me wherever I go, but those jeans, they don’t look too comfortable in the first place…”

“If you wanted me to undress, you could’ve just asked,” you flirt. “You could do it for me if you want.”

“I- Uh- Fuck-“

You cackle, unbuttoning your pants and chucking them at the laundry pile.

“That easy, huh? You’re almost as bad as Wade.”

“Do you want to walk?”

“Please, something tells me you’re gonna be inside him more than you are me.”

“Doubt it. You…” He gives a sigh that isn’t even really a sigh, more like blowing air. “I bet the only reason Deadpool and I could ever get along is you.”

“You’re too kind. Is it okay if I take my bra off?”

“Psh, yeah, I want you to be comfortable.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just… You should be comfortable, too.”

“Y’see? Sweetest mass murderer ever,” he reminds you. After you temporarily discard your bra, you have a realization.

“Mind if I borrow a shirt? It’s a bit, uh…” You look down at the tank top you were wearing under your jacket, nipples hard due to the air conditioner blasting. “Chilly in here.”

He looks confused before sparing a glance downwards and quickly taking off his tee shirt, giving it to you.

“I’ll turn around,” he says sharply.

“Nothing you’re not gonna see eventually,” you mumble, allowing him the excuse to peek a little before changing shirts.

“Mind if I take off my pants, too? Not the best for sleeping.”

“I don’t mind, as long as you’re wearing underwear,” you consent. He nods, discarding his pants in the same laundry pile before rejoining you in bed.

He turns the TV off before the lamp.

“Don’t be shy, now,” he teases, pulling you into his side.

“You didn’t seem the cuddling type.”

“Didn’t you say I was a secret softie?”

“I was a little less sober then,” you remind him in return.

“Fair enough,” he admits, and that’s the end of the conversation for the night.

The two of you sleep fitfully, but every time either of you wakes up, the other is there to snuggle and whisper reassurances. It’s as perfect as it can be in these circumstances, and while that’s not saying much, it says everything.

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[dpimagines]

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) part two of [?]

PART ONE

Author's note: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to perfect and post this. If it makes the few people that will read this feel better, I have parts 3 and 4 finished. I have no idea how long this series will be, but part 4 isn't the last part.

Tag list (my first one ever! no one has ever liked my writing enough for me to have to do this! thank you!): @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn

Trigger warnings should be the same as part one, let me know if there's anything I missed! <3

When you wake up, it’s to the tickling feeling of Wade stroking your face. He does this often, but you’re not really sure of the exact reason why. It’s too comforting a touch to question him and risk stopping it.

“You came back for me,” you say with a smile, clutching at his hand. Your eyes remain closed.

“More like I can’t help but come back,” he admits. Ouch. Your eyes slip open as you release his hand and turn over, curling up even tighter.

It’s one thing for him to admit he’s suicidal—something you already know—it’s another to admit that he doesn't care if it’s at the expense of his soulmate, you. “You feel it too, don’t you? The other one.”

“Yeah. Hurt like a bitch when it started.”

“Did it?”

“I guess you wouldn’t know, would you? Bit too busy abandoning me when I needed you the most. Again.”

“Jesus, dude, you’re so fucking- How do you even do that? Make me feel so- So fucking guilty! Killing doesn’t even make me feel that way.”

“I don’t know why I thought I needed you here. I need her. But she’s fucking gone now, right? Not that anyone bothered to tell me, least of all you.”

“Y/N…”

“Just go. I don’t- I can’t-“ You finally break down into sobs. “I need her, fuck, I need her so bad…” You keep repeating the words like they’re a spell that will bring her back, just for a second.

“I saw her. When I was dead. She’s- She’s in a better place. It’s like the apartment now, but… Warmer. Softer. Like you always wanted.”

But you’re locked in your own dark cloud, and Wade can feel the way your chest is fighting for oxygen as you cry.

“Baby, please-“

“Don’t call me that!” you shriek, interrupting your mantra. “If I had- If I had just been faster… Why didn’t you give her my blood!? Why didn’t you just let me die!? It would’ve been worth it, for her to still be here! Why can’t I be in a better place, after everything you’ve put me through!? Answer me!”

But he doesn’t have an answer you would accept, so he just does what he does best and leaves.

And so you go back to your new mantra, quieter, over and over until the sobs overtake the words, and then your breathing overtakes your sobs, and then you’re just left in miserable silence.

Again.

Someone’s gotta plan the funeral, you realize. It’s a tough thing to do, but you finally get up, sneaking off to one of the communal bathrooms and cleaning yourself up before making your way to Ellie and Yukio’s room.

They let you have some clean clothes that aren’t the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters tee shirt and sweatpants that the infirmary typically equipped patients with clothes too blood-stained or burnt to consider wearable, and after that you’re on your way back to the apartment.

Hopefully Wade didn’t let those asswipes steal your laptop.

You catch a cab—thankfully, the driver isn’t Dopinder—and the duplex looks the same as you left it. You don’t bother greeting Althea downstairs, going straight upstairs to the upper level where you live.

Where Vanessa died.

You bite down on your lip, hard. Your hands shake with such a frequency that you can barely unlock the door.

But, you make it inside.

Your laptop is off, open on the desk. Exactly as you left it.

You’re almost disappointed at the lack of an excuse to not research funeral homes. Maybe if you never bury her, she’ll never really be gone.

Maybe she’ll just come sweeping in with that luscious brown hair and those warm eyes that matched, complaining about work or excited that one of her favorite shows got renewed for another season, or…

The door opens, and you turn, hoping for just a moment that somehow your wish was granted.

But it’s him. Obviously.

He looks surprised to see you.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, yet.”

There are a million hurtful things that you could say, that an angry, hurt, grieving part of you wants to say to him.

You don’t, though. You feel how that hurts even more, already-aching heart bouncing around in your chest, pain echoing with every beat.

“You’re gonna need to take a couple jobs. Good ones, not that beating up shitty parents for five bucks crap. She deserves a good funeral.”

“She wanted to be cremated and scattered at Yellowstone. I already sent the ashes to her family there in Wyoming.”

You can’t tell if you’d be more mad if he was serious or if he was joking.

“What?”

“I said: ‘She wanted to be cremated and scattered at Yellowstone. I already sent the ashes to her family there in Wyoming,’” Wade repeats.

You throw your laptop at the wall. Guess it’s you who’ll be taking up some jobs, despite Wade’s insistence that you never do. You’ve been made to kill before, you might as well profit off of it.

“What?”

“So, I didn’t even get to say goodbye?! Her friends here, too?!”

“I- I called them. It wasn’t a big gathering, but they came over.”

“How long was I out?” you ask incredulously, mouth agape and eyebrows upturned in a heartbreaking expression of betrayal that Wade wishes he could just wipe off.

“Just a couple days, but- I just- I had to make it go away.”

“It? You mean her.”

“I mean the entire fucking situation, Y/N, it’s my fault!” He snaps.

“What the fuck are you talking about?! It’s my fault, if I hadn’t been so weak-“

“You,” he begins, finger pointing in your face, “...were shot in the spine because I didn’t tie up my loose ends. I didn’t make sure I wasn’t being tailed. You not being a human juicebox for once in your goddamn motherfucking life isn’t your fucking fault! She died because of me, and I will never be able to die, so I can never come home to you and say that I avenged her. Someone who is responsible for her death will always walk this fucking planet and-“

You see more clearly his inner turmoil. The guilt that’s eating you up inside isn’t just yours. He’s cut off by you pulling him into your arms.

“It was me, baby, don’t you see?” he adds, sounding almost worried.

“D-Don’t call me that,” you insist again, this time breaking down into tears. “I still wish it was me instead of her.”

“Ba- Y/N, it fucking was you. Both of you. I gave you my blood before giving her yours because I thought if you were healed first you‘d be able to help her without having to sacrifice yourself, but you still goddamn died right after. You’re only fucking alive because you already had my blood in you.”

“Oh.” You’re looking up at him now, like he’s all you can look at, tears welling in your eyes. He saved you. “Too bad, I guess.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh, so you can say it, but I can’t?”

“I have lived almost twice as long as you have! I have lived through-“ He stops himself, but you still shove him away from you.

“No, no, say it,” you dare him.

Silence. He knows he fucked up. You lived through it, too, with no explanation other than it was happening to your soulmate. You’d scream for hours on end, begging whatever’s out there to know what you did to deserve it. Begging for death.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” he says instead.

“You should be,” you tell him, but then your arms are wrapped around his waist and your face is pressed against his chest and you’re crying. “I’m sorry. I need you, I promise. I’m sorry. Don’t go.”

Each sob and whimper is accented with a plea for him not to abandon you and it breaks his heart even more that you’re scared of that. He knows it’s his fault, on multiple levels.

You pull yourself together enough to go to the fridge, taking out a bottle of cranberry juice.

Or what Wade had trusted was cranberry juice until you take a swig, all your pain slips away from him, and he realizes…

“His blood?! You’ve been keeping his blood in my house?!”

“Where else would I keep it?” you ask, truly nonchalant.

“I know this is hard for you. But… But please. When that wears off, don’t drink it again until I have one of those days.” It’s bad enough that she’s gone. Not being able to feel you, even if it’s just pain… It hurts worse.

“Why should I promise that to the man who murdered my wife?”

“Because that man is your husband and if you could feel anything right now you wouldn’t be saying that to him,” Wade argues. You roll your eyes. “I still love you. I know you’re trying to prove to yourself that I don’t, because it would make things easier, because that’s what you’re used to, but I love you.”

You can’t help but laugh. You can’t feel the weight of his words, not now. Maybe later you’ll think about them and cry some more, but right now… You feel a peace you’ll probably never feel again without the influence of Francis’ blood.

“Fuck, Wade, I just… I don’t even know what to do with you. You… There aren’t words.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I fucked up. More than once. But, y’know, the other one… Maybe they’ll be good for you. Protect you from me, like she did.”

“Yeah. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just save us some trouble and kill them before they can try. Before we can get attached,” you decide, taking the bottle with you and heading for the door. “We’ll be even, then.” You slam the door behind you, not sure where you’re going.

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[dpimagines]

The Ghost of You (feat. Cordelia Wilson -- semi-original character, but not really.) | part one.

trigger warnings: suicide, aftermath of suicide, sexual references, and swearing.

synopsis: When you & Wade have a mishap with a time machine, you're sent to an alternate universe. Things are very different there, yet so similar.

notes: this was not as smutty as I meant for it to be when I first started writing. it's pretty angsty, actually. if anyone wants a smutty part 2, hit me up! Also: I just don’t feel like “Wanda” really suits Ladypool. I know it’s just a woman’s name that’s close to Wade, so that’s why it was chosen, but I’ve been watching a lot of Angel lately and I felt like Cordelia (especially with Cordy as a nickname with friends and Lia as one from an S/O) fits so much better! Plus, I don’t like that for the most part Ladypool is shown as having flowing blonde hair and smooth skin. I’m kinda into the scars. So, we can just pretend this is a different Ladypool. In case you’re confused, Yukio is a unisex (? Or maybe traditionally male) name so I just kept it! F/F = Favorite Food, F/M = Favorite Movie, and FFM = a lot of fun!

“Well, where the fuck are we?” Wade wonders aloud.

“My house. Nice cosplay, but- Y/N?”

“How do you know her name?” and “How do you know my name?” are asked in unison by Wade and you.

“You don’t… You don’t remember me?”

You inch closer to Wade. Her mind is like his, dense around the edges. There’s nothing at the surface yet and you don’t want to prod further without permission, or at least protection in case things get hairy.

“We’ve never met,” you carefully respond.

“We’re just a bit lost. Time travel, you know how it goes,” Wade remarks.

“Care to introduce yourselves?”

“Y/N L/N, as you, uh, already seem to know.”

“And I’m Deadpool. Wade Wilson.”

“Ha, nice try, but there’s no way. I’m Deadpool. Cordelia Wilson.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if I wasn’t Deadpool.”

“Wait, look at her. She does look like you. Maybe Ellie and Yukio fudged the time machine when they were fixing it. Wasn’t Nathan just talking about alternate universes, how a lot of the newer models of this can travel to those, too?”

“You can, uh… You can look inside my head if you want.”

“You two must go way back,” Wade laughs. “Even I don’t let her do that.”

Cordelia looks hurt. Devastated, even.

“You really ought to. She can help,” she suggests in an even tone that clearly takes a great deal of force to maintain.

“I don’t think I need to look inside your head to know that you’re telling the truth,” you say softly. Something about that hurts her more. “I’m sorry, did I-“

“No. It’s just…” She sniffs. “It’s just really good to see you again. I know you’re not-“

“Jeez, Y/N, what’d you do to her?!” Wade teases.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Cordelia snaps. The team’s constant teasing weighs down on you, but hearing someone defend you feels wrong.

“Hey, it’s okay. He was just joking.” Your tone stays gentle; you’re not digging into her head at all but the pain is now rolling off of her in waves, you can’t not read that.

“Yeah, I was just kidding around. It’s been real, but we’ve gotta go. Y/N, if I press the home button on this thingy again, do you think it’ll take us back to the right home next time?”

“Maybe. Or maybe we’ll end up in a hell dimension,” you remark, and Cordelia squeaks.

“Let’s not try that!” she quickly interjects. “I’ve, uh, I’ve got room here. Maybe my Cable and Negasonic can help you two out. The X-Force is all away on a mission right now, but they’ll be back in a few days… Maybe I should call them. I don’t know, it might hurt more. Being around you longer, I mean-”

“If X-Force is on a mission, shouldn’t their leader be with them?” Wade inquires.

“I quit, after-” she stops, but upon meeting your pleading gaze, she continues. “After Y/N died. It’s just solo shit now to pay bills, other than that… I don’t go out much at all.”

As if things weren’t awkward enough.

“Dude, you died?! I didn’t even think that was possible, I mean, you subconsciously detect threats before they’re even thought of, and your brain halted your aging process once you were done with puberty.” Wade’s shocked, but you’re not. You know exactly what happened. You’re already planning it.

You look at her, and you subtly shake your head.

Don’t tell him, you push in. Please don’t.

“Plan’s already in motion, huh? And you think I wouldn’t try to save you after I failed once before?”

“What? What plan?”

“She’s gonna fucking kill herself!” Cordelia reveals, furious. “And you’re just like me, I bet. An idiot who’s in love with her but hasn’t said anything because they’re too afraid to lose.”

“I- I’m not-“

“Oh, so you’re in denial, too. Don’t worry, it’ll set in when you hear her say ‘I love you,’ for the last time on that voicemail, when you read that letter over and over until your tears have smeared all the ink and you hate yourself for destroying the last piece of her you have! And when you lay awake each night because your body doesn’t need sleep, you’ll lay there wondering if maybe you’d just told her, or let her tell you, she’d’ve realized that- That- That-“

“Cordelia…” you murmur, drawing the sobbing woman into your arms. Even this universe’s Deadpool is taller than you, having to slump down to bury her face in your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” Wade nearly screams, and you flinch. Cordelia’s grip tightens protectively. “Is she right?! Are you really planning to-“

“It doesn’t matter right now.”

“Of course it matters! I-“

“What? You love me? Don’t even. I wanted to be with you so badly, and you- You made your choice.”

“I was in love with Vanessa, and you were barely legal! Things are different now.”

“Yeah, she dumped you. That’s all that’s really changed, don’t pretend otherwise. You’ll only hurt both of us,” you insist.

“He- He rejected you?” Cordelia whimpers.

“Harshly,” you confirm. “It was a few years ago, we’re good friends, now. Still kinda stings when it gets brought up, though.”

“I- Oh, I’m so sorry. I- Wow, he actually got a chance with you and didn’t take it. I can’t imagine.”

“I didn’t ask you out?” you wonder. “But you’re so sweet.”

“I- I think you wanted to. You kept trying to get alone with me, kept saying you wanted to talk, but I was so nervous, I kept making excuses. And then I went to Brazil for this mission, just to get away from it all, and… The cell service there sucks, I came back to so many voicemails. Only one of ‘em was from you. Everybody else was telling me about what happened, that… That you were gone.”

“What about Vanessa?” you ask.

“Who? Oh, maybe Vincent? He, uh… He didn’t care too much for my new look, so even once I got him away from Francine and killed that bitch… We were done for. You were there. Praskoviya and Elijah, they were so cold about it, but you… You asked, first, and you dulled the pain. Filled all the empty with this… Light. I’ve never felt anything like it. I only- I wish- If only- You-“ She dissolves into tears once more.

You rub her back, tears slipping down your own face at her pain.

“I’m sorry that I- I mean, I know it wasn’t me, but it was, I- I’m sorry that happened. I’m sure if I’d known… But that’s not what you wanna hear, is it? That just confirms…”

Cordelia cries harder.

“Cordelia, Cordelia, it’s alright. I’m here now. I- Do you want me to stay here?”

“What?!” Cordelia and Wade ask at the same time.

“I don’t think… I mean, I was kinda planning to off myself back home. Clearly not the best environment. And you…” You look around her apartment. It’s a disaster, and that's the nicest way to put it. “You need me here, don’t you?”

“We need you!” Wade protests.

“Oh, the others… They- They’re better at putting on smiles, but they miss you so much. We all do.” She’s not even disguising her hope.

“So would we!” Wade insists.

“Would you, though? Really?” you bitterly remark. “All you guys ever do is complain about me.”

“We’re joking.”

“Doesn’t feel like a joke when that’s all it ever is. It just hurts,” you confess.

“Then we’ll stop, or- I- No. I can’t lose you, not like I lost- Not like she lost- Please think about this. If you like this version of me so much better, we can figure out a way to take her with us. That’s the compromise, so don’t try to negotiate,” Wade says, and his tone is grave, but he’s begging, you can tell. You’ve got two Deadpools at your mercy right now, and in any other context, you’d giggle.

“But the others-“

“Shut it, Ladypool, you lost your chance. You can’t take mine.”

“You lost your chance, too. You would have if this hadn’t’ve happened, fucktard,” Cordelia nearly snarls. “At least meet them before you make your decision. I’ll follow you to that other place, but… But everyone here, they miss you so much. Oh, Eli and Yukio would just be delighted to see you. Those boys looked up to you so much. And Nora… Ah, you know she tries to be all tough, but she misses your hugs almost as much as I do, I can tell.”

“Nathan does love your hugs. He says it all the time. Grumbles it. ‘Only went on this stupid fuckin’ mission ‘cause Y/N hugs us when we get back. You think if I got her a keychain to put on her lanyard she’d give me an extra one?’” Wade imitates the older man in a dopey voice.

Cordelia bitterly chuckles.

“So, I guess everybody but you is genderswapped here,” she notes. “It doesn’t seem like much else is different, other than Vincent staying with that one a little longer.” She redirects her words, looking at Wade with a coldness you’ve never seen in his face, but she wears it well. ”Can’t imagine why, you seem like way more of a jerk than me. And Y/N asked you out. Men really get everything handed to them, huh?”

“I guess so,” Wade mumbles.

Cordelia reaches out, cupping your face, and you squirm a little, suddenly aware of your proximity.

“I- I’m sorry. This is probably really weird for you, isn’t it? I just… I never thought I’d see you again, let alone touch you, and I… I’m not thinking clearly.”

“Would you really be Deadpool if you were?” you offer a joke, knowing it’ll ease her up a bit, before sobering a little. “It’s only weird ‘cause, uh… Um… I’m sorry, you’re just really pretty. Is it okay if I say that? I don’t wanna-“

Both Deadpools laugh.

“Pretty, she’s me, she looks like me, and you think-“

“I’ve always thought you were pretty. I mean, handsome, yeah, but… Pretty,” you cut Wade off. It hurts so much to be reminded of your attraction to him, how you were rejected so firmly that you knew you would never have a chance, but suddenly you do, two chances, and it’s… A lot.

“You really think…?” Cordelia trails off, moving her hand from your face to her own. “There’s just no way.”

“It’s just one feature. The scars, I mean. They don’t define you entirely,” you reassure both of them. “Plus, I hate to sound like a perv, but there’s probably at least a little bit of a benefit to them, right? Like, texture-wise?”

They’re laughing again, but this time, it’s not self-deprecating. It’s at your expense.

Cordelia wraps you back up in her arms, still shaking a bit with laughter.

“I’ve missed you,” she mumbles into your hair, taking a deep breath through her nose and sighing. “You even smell the same.”

“This is getting a little creepy,” Wade comments, and she pulls back, giving you space.

“I’m sorry, again, it’s just-“

“Don’t be,” you reassure her, resuming the hug. “It’s understandable. I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

“You’re really here,” she whispers, voice cracking. “You’re- I know it’s strange, it’s not you, but it is, you’re just… You’re just like you. I- I’m gonna call them. That mission… They can just wrap it up, or the X-Men can handle it themselves.”

She pulls away to grab her phone from her back pocket.

It takes a few rings.

“Ugh, well, hello to you, too, Nora! No, it’s important. It’s- I’m serious, it’s important! Not important like that free moon taco thing, really important! Well, I would’ve spit it out if you hadn’t- It’s, uh… It’s Y/N. She’s here. It’s not like last time! She’s really here, I’m not seeing things, it’s hard to explain, but- Fine, I’ll ask her. Can you talk to her?”

You nod.

“Um, hi. Nora, right?” you ask.

“Oh my fucking god.”

“It’s kind of a long story, um… I’m from a different universe. Basically everybody else is genderswapped, and Wade- Uh, Cordelia’s male counterpart and I kinda got lost. We met you, well, Nathan, during this one mission, and Ellie and Yukio— Eli and Yukio, here, I guess —were fixing your time machine. We think they might’ve fudged it, since we ended up here, so we were just hoping for some help to get home, if you, uh, don’t mind. Please and thank you in advance.”

“I… Oh, fuck, put Cordy back on.”

You pass the phone to Cordelia.

“I know,” she says softly, looking at you with awe. “I know. Fuck, Nora, I know,” she weeps with glee. “I know. Okay. I’ll let them know.”

She hangs up.

“They’re on their way.”

“Thank you,” you tell her. “Wade, say thank you.”

“Thanks,” he huffs. “If I knew that growing a set of tits would be what it took for you to notice my feelings, then-”

“You’re kidding, right? Looking back, there’s no way you didn’t notice mine. But you never discouraged them, did you? You didn’t wanna lose the telepath that’d do anything for you; kept me as backup in case Vanessa didn’t appreciate your transformation,” you retort. “And he wonders why I was planning on killing myself.”

“It- I didn’t mean- I just… I had to choose, and she had seniority, y’know? I- Fuck, stop making me feel bad!”

“You did that to yourself,” Cordelia spats. “Are you hungry? I pretty much exclusively eat F/F, but it’s not the same without you.”

“I could eat,” you agree.

“We just had lunch,” Wade argues.

“I said I can eat,” you insist. While Cordelia prepares the food, you start to clear off the kitchen island. You’re unsure of where certain things go, but getting rid of the trash alone helps. The other stuff just has to be organized a little.

She turns around.

“No, no, no, where… Where’d you put everything?”

“The- The trash?”

“No, that plastic, it was on F/M, you gave me- And- And that old grocery list, you wrote it for me ‘cause I’m always forgetting, and- And-” Cordelia starts to hyperventilate, and you’re paralyzed with guilt. You were only trying to help.

“Hey, stop it, you’re scaring her,” Wade scolds her.

“No, no, I’m just- I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I was just trying to help,” you clarify.

“Right,” Cordelia says softly, her breathing returning to normal, slowly but surely. “Don’t be sorry, sweetness, I- I don’t need that stuff anymore. You’re right here in person, not just memories anymore. Beautiful. So beautiful.”

“Right here,” you assure her. “With you.”

“With me,” she breathes, and her smile is radiant before she returns to her cooking.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Wade asks you quietly.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I have enhanced hearing, too, dumbass,” Cordelia says, still facing the stove, and you snicker. “Music?”

“Sure,” you reply. The phone opens upon scanning your face. “Why’s my face in here?”

“Sometimes you’d answer texts for me and stuff, on bad days.”

You open up Spotify, and see that she’s following all of your playlists, even the old ones you hadn’t listened to in forever. You smile, before picking one.

“I didn’t realize your music taste was good,” Wade scoffs.

“Neither did I, until…” Cordelia trails off, looking from the garbage bin to you. Her lost, grief-stricken expression brightens into a full-fledged grin. “Beautiful. Just beautiful.”

“If you call her that one more time, I’m gonna barf,” Wade grumbles.

“What, you don’t think so?”

“I do, but… Ugh, you’re being creepy. And it’s reminding me of how I’m creepy,” he admits.

“It seems like Y/N appreciates creepy, considering she’s blushing,” Cordelia remarks, leering at you and making your face heat up even more. “And crushing on us.” She turns back to the stove.

“Huh,” Wade mutters. “Yeah, that would explain a lot. Like Marissa.” He chuckles, like it’s just some joke, because you never told anyone why you really broke up.

“Marissa... Wait, you don’t mean… Super-strength?” Her tone is tense, and her actions get choppier, more aggressive.

“Yup,” Wade confirms. “Total weirdo, too, no idea why she stuck around so long,” he teases.

“You shut your fucking mouth,” Cordelia says, finally putting a timer on and standing at the counter.

“He- He doesn’t know,” you quietly interject.

“He didn’t save you?” Cordelia asks, an incredulous expression on her face.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I clocked that fucking creep the second he ‘accidentally’ broke your arm. Having super-strength that long, you learn control. Fucking Mark. Wish I had a time machine just so I could turn him into a kebab all over again.”

“That wasn’t an accident?” Wade asks.

“It- She just got a little frustrated, that’s all. Grabbed too hard.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell us? We’re supposed to be a family,” Wade wonders.

“Everyone already sees me as this pathetic little telepath that can’t handle herself. I- I just thought you all would- I don’t know, get mad, laugh at me, I- I don’t know.”

“Jesus, we have to go home. We owe you a fucking apology. A big one.”

“So, she can’t make her own decision, just so you fuckers can feel better?” Cordelia argues. “I can’t even believe we’re the same goddamn person.”

“Well, we hate ourselves, so it makes sense that we wouldn’t get along,” Wade reminds her.

“She’s worth it. If I go with you.”

“That, I can agree with,” he says. “Y/N, I fucked up. Bad. On multiple occasions, apparently. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I haven’t said that yet. And we don’t see you as pathetic. We only joke that you’re weak because you’re the strongest on the team. You could kick any of our asses, any day, and not even break a sweat. That’s no excuse, though. We should be praising you just as much, otherwise… Fuck, how didn’t I see that? We fucking bullied you, and you still… You’re nothing but kind, always giving advice and comfort, and- And- Oh, fuck, I need to be alone for a sec.”

Wade goes for the bathroom, locking himself inside. The mirror is shattered, there’s pieces on the ground and in the sink. He carefully picks them up and puts them in the wastebin, looking at his surroundings. Blood in the tub, blood on the ceiling, blood on the walls. He’s no stranger to killing himself in the bathroom just to shut up his mind, but shit. This is bad. This is his world, without you. Torn apart at the seams.

He breathes in deep, fuck, you taught him those breathing exercises. He drinks some cool water from the sink before splashing some more on his face. He turns the faucet off, rejoining you at the counter with Cordelia.

“Didn’t wanna eat without you,” you tell him softly, and he sighs, getting his own portion of F/F.

The three of you eat in heavy silence.

When you’re just about done, there’s a knock at the door. You get up to answer it, and both Deadpools push you back onto your stool. Cordelia makes her way over, checking the peephole before opening it.

The entirety of the gender-swapped X-Force pushes their way in.

“Fucking weird,” Wade blurts, and you shoot him a quick glare.

“Wow,” Nora breathes. “It’s really you. I- I mean, I believed it, but… Fuck.”

“Stop drooling,” Cordelia jokes, nudging her friend. You giggle, but then you’re attacked with a hug.

“Eli, right?” you ask softly. He nods into your shoulder, and you feel his tears soaking through your shirt. You pry him off of you, holding his hands. “No tears, handsome. Wouldn’t wanna ruin that eyeliner.” He laughs, but he’s still weeping a little.

“Missed you,” he says quietly.

“I’m-” you start, but he shakes his head.

“Not the same you. But still… The same,” he sums it up perfectly.

“Back off, Eli, I want a hug, too!” Yukio pipes up. Both of you laugh, and he parts with you completely, letting his boyfriend have a turn.

“Oh, wow,” the more cheerful of the pair says, squeezing you before letting go. “You’re way better at makeup than the other you.”

You laugh. That’s Yukio for you. Both girls-- well, in this universe, boys --are blunt, but well-meaning. They understand each other in that way.

“Thanks,” you reply with a grin.

Next up is Neena, her male counterpart, at least.

His name? you ask Cordelia telepathically.

Neil, she responds.

“Hey, Neil,” you sigh happily. He smells just as good as Neena, a combination of cinnamon and lavender that shouldn’t really work but somehow does.

“I usually take my luck for granted, but getting to see you again… God, I really am the luckiest man alive. We’ve all missed you so fucking much.” His hug is a little shorter, but he looks happy. You know he just doesn’t want to get attached. He knows you have to go home.

Last is Praskoviya.

“My beautiful friend!” she cries out, wrapping you up in those big metal arms. “I remember when I came to school. All our peers, terrified. But you… Oh, my best friend, since then. I was so scared before you, and when you were gone… Scared again.” She, like the others, has leaking eyes. She lets you go.

“I- I know it sounds silly, having just met you and all, but I guess, in a way, I do know you, but… I love you guys. I- I didn’t know that you all cared so much.”

“This is Wade,” Cordelia says, gesturing to her male counterpart. “These two need a little help getting home, and I- I’ll be going with them.”

You expect protests, but none come. You scan their minds, and realize the truth. They know she needs you the most, and that their equivalents back home need you, too. Their time with you was over, this moment is simply a gift.

“Should be an easy enough fix. Probably just an issue with the connector between the navigational system and the dial. Happens too often with this model, they nearly recalled it,” Nora informs the group. “We should all settle in, though, it’ll be a while before Eli and I can get it resoldered. It’s delicate work.”

It’s not, you realize. You didn’t mean to continue to peep in their heads, but it happened. She just wants to see you a bit longer, give the others more time.

In a flash, though, Nathan and Ellie are there.

“What the actual fuck?” Ellie blurts.

“Long story,” you say.

“Who died?” Nathan asks.

“Me,” you inform him. “About, uh…”

“Two years ago,” Praskoviya solemnly fills in the blank.

“This is trippy,” Ellie says.

“You’re telling me,” you reply. “Uh, any chance I could stay longer?”

“You’re genderswapped here, too?” Nathan asks.

“Not quite.”

“No can do, then. If you’re the same here as you are at home, you’re too close to the original. Your death was an important event on the timeline. We need you out of here, ASAP.”

“Probably my villain origin story,” Ellie murmurs. “Give ‘em hell,” she encourages her male counterpart with a bitter chuckle, and he gives her a thumbs-up.

“We can take Cordelia, though, right?” you ask.

“Fuck no, we don’t need another-” Upon seeing the expression on your face, he stops. “Guess it’d be no different to our timeline than one of Wade’s retarded limb babies. Plus, might prevent the Blip from happening here, since she won’t be here to cuck Thanos. Fine. Let’s get going.”

“Can I say goodbye, first?” you request.

“Just make it quick,” Nathan says.

“One last group hug?” you offer. They all quickly embrace you, and each other. You’ve never felt this loved before in your entire life.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you say, after the group begrudgingly lets go. “Are you?” you ask Cordelia. She nods. You, her, Wade, and Ellie grab onto Nathan.

The next thing you know, you’re home.

#deadpool x reader #open ending #wade wilson x reader #original character x reader #deadpool #fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction #deadpool imagine #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #AU #genderswap au #tw suicide #ladypool #ladypool x reader

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omg ily 🤍🤍

Me: //Finds a hella good drawing/fanfic of my F/O(s)//

Me, to the creator: Please take my love & appreciation as well as my life for I don’t have any money

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I’m really lazy but I’d love to see an imagine with Domino based on this

#tiktok #domino #Deadpool #fanfiction #imagine idea #fanfiction idea

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log on. sexualize the old man. log off. repeat

#me just writing straight up smut about Deadpool and cable instead of the heartfelt stories I come up with in my head #I’ll have a truly angsty or fluffy piece and be like “this would be better if it had sex in it

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No need to be sorry!! Sometimes I just reread what you’ve said and it really encourages me to keep writing!! He IS underrated, same with Deadpool!! We should start a petition or something lmao

On the size kink thing you are SO RIGHT and I really should explore that more.

Thank you so much again, I really enjoy your comments & I’m so so so so so glad someone out there enjoys my work!! Much love to you 🖤🖤

CANNOT stop thinking about that one cable/reader on here that's like he accidentally finds (and watches, bc he is uncontrollably curious about what you're into) your p*rn history and it's all d*ddy d*m older man/younger woman silver fox purity virgin k*nk content. so true. and then later you realize he's seen everything and he knows that you know he knows you WANT HIM!!!!!!!!11!1!!11!

#Ven is a doll #follow the person i reblogged this from #thank you thank you thank you #pls gush abt Cable all the time especially if it involves what I’ve written lmao #so glad Cable’s wife enjoys my fics tbh

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I was stalking you to see if you’d reblogged any other Cable fics (I just adore him & you clearly have good taste wink wink) & my day has been MADE at 9 PM 🥺 P.S. thank you for using they/them pronouns for me, just realized I forgot to include them in my bio on this blog so it means a lot that you used them instead of assuming 🖤 I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!

CANNOT stop thinking about that one cable/reader on here that's like he accidentally finds (and watches, bc he is uncontrollably curious about what you're into) your p*rn history and it's all d*ddy d*m older man/younger woman silver fox purity virgin k*nk content. so true. and then later you realize he's seen everything and he knows that you know he knows you WANT HIM!!!!!!!!11!1!!11!

#follow the person i reblogged this from #lowkey they’re the number 1 supporter of this blog ngl #even if it’s unintentionally

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oh my gosh oh my gosh 🥺 I’m at work rn and this absolutely made my day ♥️♥️♥️ I really need to write more cable and this totally inspired me to continue

History; Nathan Summers

warnings/info: smut (masturbation, then oral, both receiving), accidental (and then purposeful) invasion of privacy, purity kink, age gap, and that’s about all I’ve got. Can be read as virginity loss or just inexperienced!reader. let me know if there’s anything else I need to add. Semi-inspired by this fic.

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omg. Stuff like this never happens to me ever especially on this blog. tysm I’m so happy you liked it 🥺🖤

History; Nathan Summers

warnings/info: smut (masturbation, then oral, both receiving), accidental (and then purposeful) invasion of privacy, purity kink, age gap, and that’s about all I’ve got. Can be read as virginity loss or just inexperienced!reader. let me know if there’s anything else I need to add. Semi-inspired by this fic.

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omg thank you 🥺 the way I’m probably never gonna finish this fic though lolsjdnsbdb thanks again though ily wittier buddy 🥺

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Vanessa Carlysle, Nathan Summers) part one of [?]

author’s note: This is the soulmate au where you feel your soulmate’s pain. (In my take of this AU, it only starts once someone turns 16 to avoid traumatic complications due to age gaps) You’re a mutant with a few powers: by consuming normally or by absorbing someone’s blood through the epidermis, you can temporarily gain their abilities, and your own blood can heal others to an extent. not only that, but you can control blood, kinda like water-bending. This is an AU of Deadpool 2 that more than implies DP1 also went down differently. 

warnings (for the whole story): PTSD, blood, death, swearing, grief, DEPRESSION(!!), suicidal themes, self-harm, negative self-image, sexual themes; it’s Deadpool, you know the drill fam

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#reblog #follow the person i reblogged this from #ily #writer buddies #yandere mention

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I know this has kind of been written before, but what about Deadpool with a very innocent, pure-hearted s/o? Maybe a really powerful mutant he’s being paid to protect? You’re the best

part 2 of the ask-for the Deadpool request I just sent — maybe because of her mutation she’s been isolated, so she isn’t very mature & doesn’t have a very good understanding of relationships. She truly thinks Wade is protecting her by isolating her because it’s all she knows. (Bonus points if Wade’s the one to teach her about sex.)

Non-con, grooming

I think this situation would turn his yandere tendencies up to one 100 but change them as well. As a normal yandere he’s possessive and overprotective but with an s/o like this he’s obsessive and overprotective.

He’d try and further the isolation, he’d tell them the worst tales of the world. He’s wants them to be afraid of everyone and everything, apart from him. He’ll show them crime scene pictures and convince them that this is just what it looks like just to walk down the street. He’ll scare them to the point of tears just to swoop in and comfort them, saying how he is forever there to keep the monsters away from you.

He’d also try his best to keep them from using their powers or he’d convince them who’s ever hired him to protect you is evil and Wade is truly the only one you can trust. He wants you to runaway with him, be with you forever, so he can take care of you properly.

He’ll also spoil them, if they’ve been isolated than they haven’t tried/seen a lot of things. So he’d show them, it’ll probably be a lot of those fancy foods you see on Instagram or clothes he’d like to see you in. I think the styles would be very extreme, like all black or all pink, depends what mood he’s in or if you prefer a style he’d get you that. He loves seeing his s/o in those harnesses. Wade loves dressing s/o up and will take pictures, he also will make them do a fashion show.

Let’s assume they don’t have any friends, no internet access and they’re bad at setting boundaries. Wade would slowly just start introducing affection, at first he’d just play with your hands and encourage you to engage, than he’d start with kisses when you’ve done something that pleases him and than he’d start leaving his hands on them for longer.

Eventually he’d start asking them to return the affection because he’s really hurt, using their emotions against them. Telling them how mean they’re being, all he’s been is nice and you’re being cruel to him? Wade is the only person s/o has, so seeing him upset and maybe even wanting to leave would make them really upset. So he’d ask for kisses back and tell you to hold on to him.

When things do get sexual wade is very patient and takes care of s/o’s needs above him own. He’d finger/jack them off or give them head and that introduce sex after. He’d be praising them, so much. How good his pretty little baby is, how well your doing, how good you are, how pretty you are.

He loves leaving hickies and will tell them that they’re just love notes written in flesh, so everyone knows how much he loves you and he’s more than happy if you want to return the favour, he’ll show them off with pride.

#wade wilson #reblog #yandere #follow the person i reblogged this from #AMAZING #if I wasn’t on my period rn ... masturbation city up in this bitch #IM OBSESSED