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[imaginedeadpool]

Heatwave

It was hot. Way too hot for this time of the year. You looked over at the alarm clock next to your bed. 6 PM. Annoyed of the weather and the fact that you got nothing to do you started at the wall in front of you. This sucked. Summer sucked. Girls outside in their crop tops and hot pants sucked. People laying around in the sun and doing nothing sucked. You were usually an optimist, always smiling and this whole crap but for fucks sake.. how can anyone enjoy such a heatwave? You jerked up a bit as you suddenly heard a dull noise coming from your window. Lazy as you were you ignoring it. 10 seconds later again. The sound that you now recognized as knocking was there again. You groaned a bit but then decided to roll out of your bed. As you walked to your window you already spotted the familiar red mask. Wade. You opened your window and leaned out a bit. “Lemme guess. You lost your keys again?” you asked the merch as he tried to climb into your room. “No I was around and was like hey, I haven’t seen that bitch lately” he answered and tried to put one leg in your room. “Not nice Wade and watch out for the babies!” you almost screamed and put your arms protectively around your cactuses. You couldn’t see through the mask but immediately knew that he rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry I’m gonna be careful for my sake.” He mumbled as he managed it to enter your room completely now. You looked quick over your collection of cactuses as you closed the window again. Not wanting any of that heat inside your room. You turned around, just to find Wade on your bed, taking the whole space for himself and throwing his weapons to the ground. “Kill me” he said as he pulled up the mask, throwing it into a corner where it landed on one of your many plants. You walked over to your plant and took the mask. You cringed as you felt that the material was soaked in either sweat or another liquid. You dropped the mask immediately. “If you continue threatening my plants I might do that..” you mumbled. Sometimes you ask yourself why you are even friends with this guy. “You can try sweetbums but many tried this before and failed” he sang as he looked through your vinyl collection. “Got any Wham! ?” he asked as he pulled out another case. You quickly walked over to Wade and snatched your most precious Bowie album out of his hands. “No. And don’t touch my stuff. I remember you of the ‘Pink Floyd Incidence’” you said as your mind wandered back to the day. You still can’t believe he broke ‘Delicate Sound of Thunder’. You shook your head. You still could see the hole in the blue vinyl. “That was the fault of my gun” he said and sat down again. “The gun you handled” you commented bitter. “You said you were afraid of spiders. I just wanted to help” he said as he stood up again and walked to your kitchen. “You cant just shoot spiders!” you almost screamed in desperation. This guy… “Yeah heard that before” Wade chuckled as he snatched your phone. “So you want mushrooms on your pizza?” he asked as he typed in a number. “Yes…and salami” you said dry and leaned against the open doorframe of your kitchen. You watched Wade order pizza and goof around in your kitchen during the call. He almost broke your favorite mug, rearranged your pots and pans and knocked over another cactus. Your heart stopped for a moment as you saw the poor little baby almost hitting the ground before Wade caught it, put it back in place and winked at you as he told the pizza guy your address on the phone. You sighed out in relief and couldn’t help but smile. He may made it almost impossible to have nice things but Wade was after all, with all his little problems, lack of being serious for one second and mind full of inappropriate comments your best friend.

[imaginedeadpool]

Sexy Time?

“Fuck” you cursed as you walked out of the classroom. Your hands were shaken a bit and you felt weak. Fuck. You’ve studied the whole night and even took some of those crappy caffeine pills and still fucked this up. Everything seems too much at the moment. The people, the lights, even the freaking walls were bothering you. With your head down you walked down the hall fast and finally got out. The weather wasn’t the best. Cloudy and grey. ‘At least no rain’ you thought and walked down the campus. This test.. How could you even fuck this up? You rubbed your eyes. Failure. Too stupid to get anything right. You sighed and walked to your room. Standing in front of the door you looked for your keys. After a round hide and seek with them in your pocket you could finally open the door and nearly burst out in tears. “Fuck” you said again. Louder this time and leaned against the door. Eyes closed, trying to hold tears back. “Not a good time for asking you for sex?” you suddenly heard a familiar voice. You sniffed once and looked at your bed where your boyfriend Wade was striking the ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ pose. You couldn’t hold a bitter chuckle. “No” you said and wiped away the tears that started to run down your face. It was hopeless. New ones were already coming. Tear wiping you walked over to your bed and threw your bag somewhere. “What happened, angel-face?” Wade asked and you felt strong arms around your waist, pulling you down to him. You took a deep breath as you laid down next to him. He was now holding you close to him, his arms around your waist, his chest on your back. You felt how he buried his nose in your neck. “I fucked up the test I studied for the whole night. I don’t know what happened I-I just forgot everything. I-“ your voice cracked and you started to cry again. Wade was pulling you closer and placed kisses on your neck. “It’s gonna be fine, angel. Just try to calm down and breathe.” Wade said in a soft tone and you felt his thumb drawing circles on your arm. “Everything is going to be fine. You are a clever girl. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. You’ll do better the next time. But for now just try to relax” he said and you actually started to breathe normal again and felt how your body wasn’t tense anymore. “Thank you” you whispered and kissed the back of his hand. You closed your eyes and cuddled yourself into Wade, but you opened your eyes rapidly as you felt something pushing against your bum. “You have a boner, right?” you asked dry and automatically rolled your eyes. “Well I was going to ask you for sex but you cried and I’m in some way a gentleman.” He tried to explain. “And after you rubbed your cute little bum so deliciously against me..” he continued and you punched his shoulder. “I hate you, you know that?” “Of course you do, angel. As much as I love you”  

[imaginedeadpool]

Gone

You had never thought you were a girl that goes through the whole girly-crying-hell. Yeah you had boyfriends before. Yes they left you, you left them. For fucks sake you’ve caught one of your ex’s jerking off to a picture of a waffle. You’ve been through a lot of shit and yet. This one guy came in your life, made it a wonderful and happy life and just left. And now you sit here. Lost, alone, hopeless. One of your friend even suggested going to a therapist. Wade didn’t broke up. No cheating, no boredom, no reason. He just left. You couldn’t reach him on his phone, his apartment was empty, no one knows where he is. He was like a ghost now. A faded memory. Someone that haunts you in your dreams. No one talks, no one saw a thing. Some even pretend that Wade never existed. You’ve been a mess the last one and a half year. Half of that time you’ve spend crying the other time yelling. Your boss fired you, your friends left you. A big hole decorated the wall in front of you. Throwing a lampshade at your, now no longer, best friend maybe was a bit dramatic you admitted. The room you lived in was a mess and a perfect mirror of yourself. There were days that you didn’t eat at all, other days you ate like you just returned from war. The imbalance of your life was ripping you apart. Wade was gone and took everything that made you yourself with him. You closed your eyes for a second. Almost used to the pain of red eyes and salty skin you started to strip down. A look in the mirror showed you the sad truth. Dark eyes, grey skin, greasy hair, dry lips. Quick you looked away and turned the shower on. You were standing there for maybe 5 minutes. Feeling absolutely nothing. You couldn’t even tell if the water was hot or cold. After realizing that you were supposed to wash yourself you finally found the strength to wash your skin. The smell of the shampoo brought tears into your eyes. Wade. He was everywhere and nowhere. Trying not to sob you remembered the times you took a shower with him and how you walked to that little Mexican diner that serves horrible nachos but great burritos. After you showered you searched for something clean to put on. The only thing left in your closet was a red dress. He had loved that dress. It was way too cold to wear it but you didn’t cared at all. You put on the dress, some boots, socks, a coat and a scarf and left your apartment. The cold autumn wind was howling and let your still wet hair whip in your face. You didn’t care. The grey familiar street was full of people. Everyone was rushing somewhere and after a couple of minutes you’ve arrived at your destination. The small Mexican diner. A memory of a warm summer day and a smiling Wade came to your mind as you stepped inside the place. You looked at a man behind the counter. He knew you but chose to ignore you. Like everyone else. You walked to a table in the corner of the diner. Wade used to hold your hand and play with your hair while you both waited here for the food. Wade. Slowly you sat down and stared at the menu. You swallowed and tried to hold tears back. A waitress came over to you and you ordered Wades favorite food. As you waited the waitress came again to you, holding a strawberry milkshake. You raised an eyebrow in confusion. You could have sworn that you hadn’t ordered a milkshake. “From the gentleman at the bar” she said and smiled. You looked to the bar. No one was there. The young waitress turned around “Oh he left..” she said with a shrug and left you alone with the milkshake. Strawberry. Suddenly you stood up and ran outside. It has started to rain. You always used to drink strawberry milkshakes. Wade always ordered you one. You didn’t even have to say a word. You looked around the street was empty. Your heart was racing and the rain was fallen down on you as you almost panicky looked around for someone. Hidden in a corner, wearing his black hoodie to hide his face there was a lonely heartbroken Wade Wilson. Fighting with himself to run to her and take her in his arms. Telling her that everything is okay. One day he might has the courage to go to her. But that day wasn’t today.

[imaginedeadpool]

Special Agent

He really doesn’t knew how this happened. It’s not his style. Not at all. Wade wasn’t one of those ‘good guys’. Hell, he just shot some random dude. But here he is, holding that girl in his arms like in a chick-flick. Maybe it was time for a change? Wade the hero? Deadpool the savior of those who can’t fucking watch themselves? He really got soft over the years. But human trafficking just.. just wasn’t right? God what the hell is this? He threw the girl he saved over his shoulder and walked down the hall. A guy he hit on the shoulder started to get up but Wade ended this pitiful try with a bullet in his head. No Wade was no hero. And for fucks sake he was no Spider-Man or Captain America. And yet he was saving this girl. Her head hit his back in a static rhythm as he finally left the disgusting smelling hall. After a rather awkward cab drive he decided to keep her in his flat. Only until she wakes up of course. Should he call a doctor? He looked over the unconscious girl and noticed how her Y/H/C hair was tangled and full of mud. Her clothes were shredded and smelled like.. well shit. There was no clue on who she was or where she came from. No wallet, no phone, absolutely nothing. Wade almost jumped a bit as she started to move. Her hands were searching for a ground, eyelids flickered and revealed beautiful Y/E/C eyes. “What the fuck?” she asked unladylike and rubbed the back of her head. Her hand rested in the tangled mess of her hair and she looked a bit shocked at the masked stranger in front of her. Wade waved his hands friendly. “Before you ask Doll, I’m Deadpool. I.. took you from these weirdos” Wade avoided the word saved. He doesn’t want to look like a hero to her. More like a friendly stranger. “So you saved me?” she asked actually quite unimpressed. “If you want to call it that” the now confused man replied. “So you managed it to destroy 3 weeks of undercover work. Wow” She sat up. “You know how long it took me to get abducted by them?” she complained and stretched her limbs. Wades mouth dropped open a bit. Of all the people he could save… he chose the undercover agent one? “So you are some kind of fucked up version of Charlie’s Angel or what?” he asked her and stood up. “Fucked up Special Agent Y/N” she replied with a dry laughter. “You got food? I’m starving. I would kill for junk food” she said and walked over to Wade’s fridge. ‘This could be fun’ Wade thought and smirked under the mask.

[imaginedeadpool]

Sweet-Talk

So here is the One Shot for  @panicnowandrun  I’m probably gonna make another Giveaway. Feel free to send imagines  “Wade” the sound of her voice was almost like a soft breeze ghosting over his body and mind. He loved her voice. And again she was saying his name. This time rougher, passionate, needing. He remembered the moment clear. Almost like he was living it right now. Your lips were parted, her pupils blown and dark of lust. “Wade I’m..” you started but he stopped her. “Don’t mind me” he said and left a kiss on your throat. Another followed and he sucked a mark in the sweet young flesh of yours. Your breath quickened but you tried to keep your mind clear. He loved the way your heart was racing and your breath was shaking just for him. His fingers glided down your back and then to your thighs. He heard how you gasped and grabbed the cover of your book, trying to continue reading as he slowly drove you insane. His fingers were drawing patterns at the exposed flesh of your inner thighs. As his right hand almost found its destination your hips jerked back and you almost dropped the book. “Wade”. This was the moment. The rough, passionate and needing sound of your voice, her soft hair, the thin film of sweat on your skin. Wade swallowed and remembered the way your skin felt under his hands, how you lost control just because of his touch, how you loved it when he teased you. Seconds later his hand was in your pants, the elastic material of the sweatpants was stretching as he rubbed you trough your panties. “You want me really bad, huh?” he smiled arrogant and his other hand was holding you close to him. “F-fuck I hate you” you gasped and leaned against him, your eyes closed, your mouth open, your whole body trembling under his touch. He felt his erection growing as you pushed your hips against his hand. Your underwear was almost soaked as he continued with this sweet torture. He smiled as he placed another kiss on her throat. The loud roar of an alarm was distracting him from his dream, phantasy, memory? He couldn’t even tell by the moment. “Had a nice dream, Wade?” a man in a white coat asked him as he turned on a way to bright light. Wades head spun around. The warmness of her body was gone, no warm summer breeze, no wet panties, no peachy smell of her hair. Just a cold, metallic tub. He blinked a couple of times as he remembered where he was. Torture, experiments, more torture. His chattered and the man in the coat was bringing him into a sitting position. A cruel and also kind of polite smile was on his lips. Wade laughed “Yeah. Remembered how I drove my girl insane that one time” “Hm” was everything the man said as he wrote something down. Wade was used to the torture. It was his daily routine. Torture, some food, thinking of… nicer things and again torture. We let out a sigh as someone tied him to a metallic table or something. “I know I know. Green means go, yellow means stop and red means no. What was our safeword again?” he asked the assistant seconds before he was gagged with something fabric-ish. He heard the sound of something electric and his body tensed. “You broke it” and again that sweet voice of yours was rushing over his mind. “I did not” he said and hit the TV. The screen was still black and dusty. “Okay I maybe did” he said with an apologizing smile and turned to you. You had crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow in anger as you looked down to the man who kneeled before you and tried to puppy-eye you. “Are you going to spank me now?” he said and put his arms around your hip, kissing the exposed skin over your waistband.  “Oh no. Forget it!” you said in a harsh tone and tried to push his head away. “But what are we going to do now? The TV is broken, it’s dark outside…” he said with a played sad voice. “Sometimes I think you use everything as an excuse to have sex” she laughed and brush your hand through his thick hair. “Maybe” he grinned and you could feel his warm breath tingling on your skin. He placed another kiss on your warm skin and another followed. “I love you” he grinned and looked up. A smile was resting on your lips and you cupped his face in your hands “And I love you, Wade Wilson” A harsh pain was filling his left cheek, where your hand was resting a second ago. All the warmth was gone and he could hear how his head hit something hard. Right.. the metallic table, electro shocks. “Wake up sunshine” the guy said and untied Wade. Again he had to blink a couple of times to see straight again. “How lame was this?” Wade replied and looked at his shaking limbs. “Sometimes I wonder how you take that pain” the man said and wrote something down. “Well that’s my little secret” Wade replied smiling like an idiot. “Go and get some rest you maniac” the man said and another one tied Wade down to a sort of hospital bed. He was set up next to another experiment. “Hey Wade” he was greeted. “Hey” he said and relaxed a bit. “Electroshocks?” he was asked. “My favorite one” Wade chuckled and tried to keep his limbs from shaking. “I heard we get free drinks and striptease tonight” his friend said and laughed a bit. This place may was hell, but making friends was easy. “Your wife will kill you, man” Wade answered and looked after his friend who was carried away. Something that was supposed to be food was set down next to him. With a smile on his lips he took the spoon and played with the grey greasy something. “Wait wait wait” the sweet voice was there again. “You want to do what?” a laugh filled his ears and was like medicine for his shaking limbs. “I’m going to cook for you” he said with a confident smile on his lips. The beautiful woman in front of burst out into laughter. Wade crossed his arms upset. “Y-You wanna..” she started to laugh again and tried to calm herself  “Y-you are serious about this?” “Yes I am, babe” he replied and walked to the kitchen. “I’m not gonna call the fire department this time.” You said and sat down at the couch. “That was one time and only because you had to strip while I was making pancakes” Wade said and brandished with the pancake turner. You smiled apologizing and watched him as he looked critical at a pan. “And what are you going to cook?” you asked and tried to stay serious. “Noodles with… noodles” he said and looked for a recipe book. “What a gourmet” you teased him and watched him working. Minutes later he had managed to put some noodles in boiling water and waited. You sneaked behind him and put your arms around his hips. He turned his head around and smiled proud at you. “Nothing is on fire” he said and looked happy at the pot. “Yet” you teased him and nibbled at his earlobe. You earned a moan and kissed his throat. “I just can’t resist a man that can cook” you laughed and he turned around and smashed his lips against yours. Seconds later he was on top of you and both of you were undressing each other on the couch. As he unhooked your bra he was distracted by the hiss of vaporizing water. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he said and ran to the pot. “Hey wake up, asshole” the unfriendly voice of a woman was dominating over your sweet laughter. “What” Wade opened his eyes and found himself again in the hospital bed. “We are trying something new” the woman said and guided Wade to a sort of glass cabin. Wade was looking around and found the man in the white coat again. He was grinning mischievously. Wade smiled a bit. “Are the voices saying sweet things again, asshole?” the woman asked as she pushed him to the cabin. Wade grinned. “Only the sweetest things”

[imaginedeadpool]

Imagine Deadpool Giveaway Winner!!!

So guys!  I got fresh out of the cinema and HOLY SHIT THAT MOVIE Okay I got a winner! But first let me thank you for over 500 follower!!!  You are all amazing and deserve WADE!!!

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[imaginedeadpool]

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[imaginedeadpool]

Facesitting

“Please” “Nope” “But-“ “Not gonna happen” your boyfriend disappointed you. After being 3 months together with the merc who never showed more than his mouth you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You were patient, even though you are the most impatient person on this god damn plant, but after 3 months.. “What do you think is going to happen? I will leave you?” you asked a bit angry because you were tired of asking. You obviously couldn’t see your boyfriends face but you knew you struck a nerve. “Wouldn’t be the first time” he said dry and grabbed the latest newspaper. You felt guilty for asking, for demanding this from him, but you just wanted to see your loves face. That’s…that’s normal. You swallowed and played with the end of your sleeves until you finally found the guts to talk again. Wade didn’t even looked up from the newspaper as you crawled to him. “Wade..” you said carefully. You took Wades hand and put the newspaper down. “I am not going to leave you. I promise” He seemed to think about something and then began to fumble at his mask. His hands seemed to shake a bit and his movements were like his limbs were too heavy for him. Finally he slowly took of his mask, only to look at you with tear filled desperate eyes. “I’m sorry” he whispered with a broken voice and turned away. His face was full of scars. He didn’t lied. Of course he did not. You remembered the scarred lips of his on yours, how his hands felt rough and different. But those weren’t bad memories. Yes his face wasn’t something the average woman would declare as handsome but hell.. that you weren’t the average woman. And again you crawled to him, as close as you could get. “Wade.. Look at me” you said with a soft voice. Slowly the broken man looked up and waited for his conviction. You took his hand in your hands, like he did it hundred times with yours. Your thumb was brushing over the injured skin. “I will never leave you. I don’t care how you look, even though you described it way worse than it actually is” you chuckled a bit and your heart was filled with joy again as you finally saw a smile and Wades face. “This was the most wonderful gift you could’ve made. You proved that you trust me and Wade.. No men ever treat me like you do.. like a lady.” He swallowed and pulled you closer to a kiss. And finally there wasn’t the smell of the old and stained fabric of his mask. You felt his skin on yours for the first time and felt more complete than ever. As you both broke the kiss he stared a while at you. “And now let me sit on that beautiful face of yours” you grinned.

[imaginedeadpool]

Fried Eggs

You never saw these photographs. Maybe your life would have made another turn if you never found them. It’s actually quite impressive. How one envelope of photographs can change a life. He never talked about her. Never. You knew you looked a lot like her. People told you this. He wasn’t one of them. But now you are here. “What happened to her?” you asked your father. He looked away.“Please” you begged again. “Bad stuff. I should have left her. Forget her. Move on to die. Well..but I wouldn’t had you.” You could catch a small flash of a smile. “You are a lot like her. I know people told you that before but they don’t know how much you are like her.” he shook his head. “I..” you stopped for a second. Were you really ready? “I want to learn to do things that you do” you said and looked him straight in the eyes. “I don’t think you mean fried egg with that, huh?” he chuckled a bit sad. “Who told you what happened?” “Google” you grinned a bit ashamed. “Wow. Years I kept it a secret and you googled it. You couldn’t find a cool or at least dramatic way to get to know what happened? Like.. I don’t know. An old letter or some ancient secret book?” he rolled his sleeves up. “You are maybe my Dad, but you aren’t that old” you smiled and bit your lower lip. “Yeah yeah I know. I’m Dadpool. So you want to be a mercenary? You don’t even know what that means..” You rolled your eyes because of the bad dad joke and tried to look serious “I know I can do that I-“ he cut you off “I know that you can do that. I just don’t want to lose another girl to this business” Of course he wouldn’t allow that. He’s a chill Dad but still a father. “Okay so the basics are easy. Don’t get killed, kill. I personally prefer katanas but I’m just freaking good at that. You actually look more like a gun person” he started to explain. “Are you serious?” you asked him perplex. “You want to be a mercenary, I’m gonna teach you to be one. I know I can’t stop you because you are stubborn like her. The easiest way to not get you killed is training from the very best” he smiled a bit proud. One second later your arms were wrapped around him. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m not gonna disappoint you!” “But if you change your mind I can still teach you how to cook fried eggs” he smiled and brushed some hair out of your face. 

[imaginedeadpool]

Always

He knew this would happen. It’s always like this. (Stop with the depression thing and get your ass up) [Yeah..do something] “You are right guys. Let’s get our Babe back” he loaded his guns and took a deep breath “Time to blow brains like a hoe” (that was weird) [I think he tries to be cool again. Even though no one is here] (Yeah..) Deadpool was walking down the dark warehouse. It’s always a warehouse, and it’s always his girl. But this wasn’t about any girlfriend. She was important. For fucks sake he even imagined this whole wedding crap like a little girl. She was there. She only knew him with this face. And still… greatest sex ever. [Our priorities..] (let him be he said wedding stuff.) [I want a dress] (we can’t have a dress) His hands were resting on his guns. He still can’t believe he got her. Of all these guys she could choose. It was him. He closed his eyes for a second. Remembering her soft skin, how she looked like she would break away every time he touched her. She said she likes his rough hands. How she kissed and nibbled at the scars on his neck. Gentle but god this was a way to wake up. The way her y/hc hair always tangled up in her hair elastics and he had to help her out. “You are here” he heard a dark voice. “Ahh the douche that took my girl. Wait a second I must prepare myself for the boring villain introducing. Can we just like.. skip it?” Deadpool said and looked at the man standing in front of him. “You betrayed me.” He said and walked a few steps back in the dark. Seconds lately the high pitched noise from metal scratching the hard cement ground filled the hall. She was tied on a chair. Her head was handing down, her arms looked bruised, her hair a mess, the clothes looked dirty. “Get ready for your payback” the man grinned, grabbed her hair and pulled her head violently back. In the other hand he had a knife. He started to let the blade slide over her throat. “Actually a shame. She’s a pretty girl” “You know what the most common mistake of villains like you is? You always spend so much time in telling why you are doing this and everything is so fucking dramatic and bla bla. It gives the hero, me,” he pointed at himself “really much time to do stuff like that because you are so into your boring and meaningless speech.” Deadpool said. “Time to do what?” the guy asked irritated and a second later his brain was spread in the whole warehouse. “That and to get back to your point. Yeah she is fucking pretty and also mine” Deadpool said and put his gun back in the holster. He kneeled down and started to cut the cable tie that kept you on the chair. “Everything will be alright Babydoll” He was already home and freed you from your dirty clothes as you woke up. “Wade?” you asked and opened your eyes a bit. The familiar scarred face looked full of love at you. “It’s alright Babe. I’m here” “You saved me?” you asked and reached out for his hand. He took your hand in his and kissed it. “Always” You smiled a bit. “I don’t think I want to do bondage for some weeks” you hissed in pain as you tried to get up. “You don’t have to do anything” Wade said as you laid your head down on his chest. “Just stay with me” he said and kissed your forehead, while he held you.

[imaginedeadpool]

Candlelight dinner

Wade Wilson has been through a lot of shit. A hell lot of shit. And still he is, to you, pure innocence. He kills, he says inappropriate things at the wrong times and also may be a bit of a pervert. But all of this made him loveable in the childish way he is. So yeah, he’s done wrong things but he is yours. Wade never takes you out to dates. Never. So you were surprised as he started to ask if you had time on Friday evening and was not about sexy times. But now you were sitting here. It wasn’t the nicest place but a warm aura filled the room. Both of you were sitting on a table that was in the back of the ‘restaurant’. “I’m not gonna lie doll.. I’m nervous” he chuckled and rubbed his neck. He appeared without his usual red masquerade. Which surprised you, but you couldn’t be happier. “It’s wonderful Wade. Really. That’s all I’ve ever dreamed of. Even candle light” you laughed and pointed at the tea light in front of you. “Everything for you my love. You know where we also have candles? Our bedroom” he grinned. You blushed a bit “Buy me dinner first” “What is this?!” you heard a man yelling, two tables left of you. The group of men that was with him started so laugh. Wade immediately rolled his eyes. You tried to ignore the people around you. You really did. “Hey sugar is this… fuckface bothering you?” a man of the group decided to walk to your table. Wade sighed. He was surprisingly calm. You weren’t. “Fuck off!” you stared him to death. The man raised his eyebrow. “Is this some of this mindcontrol shit this freak doing with you? I mean look at this thing. You shouldn’t even sit next to this abomination.”  Wade starred at the ground. You looked a second at him and stood up and a second later you slapped that douchebag. “Listen up you filthy motherfucker. This man has been through a lot of shit and yet he is here with me. Giving me the dinner of my dreams. I’ve been dreaming of this for 5 months. And you won’t ruining our perfect night only because you are desperate to get laid and frustrated because no one is paying fucking attention to you. So step away from my dream man so we can leave this place, forget your stupid meaningless face and have fucking great dirty sex.” You yelled at him and took Wades hand. Seconds later you were standing outside. Your heart was racing. “I’m sorry I ruined the evening” Wade said and stared to the ground. “What? Wade no. You were perfect” you took his hands “You were a real gentleman. Saying that I looked good tonight, going with me to this place, even going there without your mask. You were absolutely perfect. I was acting like a bitch but only because of this fucking.. I need to calm down. Sorry.. I can’t stand it when people say things against people I love” you said and looked directly in his eyes. “You love me” he grinned like an idiot. “Of course” you smiled and gave him a quick kiss. You were walking a bit in the dirty streets. “So…” Wade started “You said something about great dirty sex..”

[imaginedeadpool]

How to erase Memories

“Hey Sweetbums I just wanted to ask if you want to grab some- Why are you crying?” Deadpool asked after he managed it to climb through your window. You were sitting on the floor, the broken pieces of something that used to be your telephone and crumbled pieces of paper tissues spread on the floor. Your eyes were burning of the now useless, way too expensive mascara. “Was it one of those chick-flick movies? Special days? Marley & Me?” he earned an evil but broken look of you and sat down next to you. You two must look ridicules. A crying girl and an all dressed in red mercenary. “My so called best friend and I used to talk about a girl. Her name was Mary. Never saw her. Now I know why. I am Mary. I am that ‘fucking annoying attention seeking cunt’ I didn’t really realized it. I heard it as I went to the bathroom. They didn’t heard me.” you sobbed. Wades grinded his teeth and you heard how he loaded his gun. “Where is this fucking piece of shit filled cunt?” he asked. His voice cold but full of anger. You reached out for his arm and he put the gun down. “Don’t. I just... Just want to forget all of this.” You said and wiped your tears away. Deadpool stood up and reached out of you to help you up. “Okay sugar. I know just the right thing to do. And I don’t mean you. I mean I could do you bu-“ “Wade” you chuckled and he continued “Yeah yeah I know your head hurts, special days, not in the mood. Give me.. 10 minutes.” He jumped out of the window and you could swear that you heard a cat screaming. The welcoming coziness of your couch seduced you to sit down. 15 Minutes later (its New York you can’t blame him) Wade climbed through your window again. Packed with several bags. “Okay I got ‘Age of Dinosaurs’ A horrible movie about dinos. The back says that the real stars of the movie are the dinosaurs and this is the worst piece of special effects you’ll ever see (I’m serious guys. Watch it. You won’t regret it). Also I brought warm food” he threw a paper bag on your lap. Probably mexican food. “And cold food” he held up another plastic back that contained ice cream. “And if we get like really really desperate to forget I brought enough alcohol to erase an entire year of your memories.” He placed everything on the floor and sat down. “You know you are the best, don’t you?” you asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Of course I do, honey” he said and kissed your head.

[imaginedeadpool]

The perfect Recipe

‘Maybe one egg more’ you thought and looked in your book again, trying to make out your horrible handwriting. A hum distracted you. “Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can… uhm.. something with spiders again” You put the egg down and looked again at your book. Probably some kids playing outside. Placing the egg above the bowl again, still not sure if you should add it, a sudden scream and a splintering noise filled the room. You dropped the egg on the floor and looked shocked at the ruined window and a man dressed in a red spandex suit. “Its okay I’m Spider-Man” he said and tried to get up.As quick as possible you grabbed your pan and hold it defending. “You are not Spider-Man” you said tense, ready to hit him if you have to. “Wow that’s new. People doesn’t think I am Spider-Man” the man said and get up. “I’m not gonna hurt you, girl” He pulled a shard out of his stomach. “That’s gonna scar” You breath quickened and you watched the man terrified and a bit worried. “I really need one of the web things. Would make many things easier” he said and walked to your bowl. “Pancakes?” he asked. “Blueberry Muffins” you answered and put the pan down. He really doesn’t seem dangerous. “I’m gonna call 911. You are bleeding” “Nope I’m okay. Healing factor. It’s a super hero thing” he replied. His voice sounding cheeky and a bit flirty. Was he trying to impress you? “You need to add an egg” he said and climbed out of your broken window. You walked fast to your window. “Wait I don’t even know your name” He turned his head around. “You can call me Deadpool, sugar”

[imaginedeadpool]

Clumsy

“Well this looks bad” [I told you not to come here alone but noo] (Even I told you we should stay home and watch porn instead) Yeah okay I got it bad idea but hey we always somehow get out of situations like this! (Maybe some hot chick is the boss of them) “Yes that’s what I’m talking about! Tight clothes, big boobs. The usual stuff!” “Will you ever shut up?!” The fist of a man hit Deadpools face. “I’m just waiting for a hot chick to rescue me” the merc answered and whistled while he waited. Suddenly the head of his hijacker was turned violently to the side and a loud cracking noise was to hear. The man dropped down and a woman was standing behind him, kicking him out of her way. “You got me tripping ohhh, stumbling ohh, flipping ohh, fumbling ohh.Clumsy cause I'm falling in love. In-in love” “I’m just waiting for the hot chick that rescued me to start stripping” Deadpool said out loud. [That’s not how it works] (Yeah and how it works?) [I had to say this cause it’s a usual catch phrase] (oh..) The mysterious and totally hot (even though not that much boobie) woman pulled out her nostalgic iPod and pressed a button, seconds later she pulled out her headphones. “Sorry what?” she asked the stunned merc and began to fumble around on his handcuffs. [Don’t fuck this up] (Dude don’t fuck this up. We could get laid) [yeah listen! Just say thank you, ask who she is and be nice] (And then slap that cute little bum) [No..did you even listened to what I just said?) Yeah yeah asking, slap the bum, thank you. Got it. [Not my fault if she breaks our neck too..] “Thank you, what’s your name, doll?” the freed man asked and rubbed his hands. At one point sad that she didn’t cuffed him to that chair again. The woman smirked. “Call me Jinx” “Isn’t that this one League character?” Deadpool asked and stood up. “Yeah I know I need a new name…” she said and rubbed the back of her head. “Anyways get your ass up. I need my money” she said and placed the end of her gun on his forehead. Great.. (I still like her) [you mean you would still bang her..] (yeah that’s what I said)

[imaginedeadpool]

Movie Night

You knew this would be awkward but that was just too much. Logan seems to kill him with his eyes, Rogue walked away when she saw him and Scott screamed “Hell no!” and turned around when he walked into the room. Yes...this wasn’t your best Idea. But hey he got abilities too and he was a part of the family. “I love movie nights” Wade said and pulled you onto his lap. You could swear that you heard a growl from Logan. A smile appeared on your lips as you leaned against Wade “I know” Immediately Deadpool pulled you closer and placed his hands on your thighs. This time you were sure that Logan growled. “What’s wrong Wolvie?” The Merc asked. “Jealous because you don’t have a doll sitting on your lap? Don’t worry I’ll send you one of this blow up ones” Logan panted with rage and was about to stand up. “Or do you prefer a dude? It’s cool I mean take what you can get, huh?” Wade continued. “Maybe you should-“ you began your sentence as Professor Xavier rolled into the room. “W-Wade what a pleasant surprise…And I see you already made a new friend..” he tried to keep his gaze. “Ahh Charles yeah I think Y/N and I are a little more than friends. Is Daddy right?” he asked and stroked your thigh. In the second that his words left his mouth your face was already flushed red. “Uh.. I-I..” you stared at the ground. Bad, bad, bad Idea. Oh god.. Don’t think of the stuff that you’ve done with- Fuck...okay maybe he hasn’t read your mind.. You looked filled with embarrassment up and saw a very shocked Charley Xavier staring at you. Great. You probably have to move out now. “How about we start to watch the movie?” Rogue asked. “Yes…great Idea” Scott answered and picked up the DVD. “Whatever we are watching it’s not gonna be better than our tape, right?” Wade lifted his hand for a high five. “I will kill you” you whispered. “Well that sounds like an interesting idea for the next role play”

[imaginedeadpool]

Undercover

Nick Fury will be a dead man when this is over. You shook your head. Why.. Why always me? What have I done? Okay probably I shouldn’t have pranked him this one time but god that was 2 years ago. “What are you thinking about Babydoll?” your ‘Husband’ asked. “Don’t call me Babydoll” you told, your undercover partner, Deadpool. “Before we were married you always liked it” he started to pout. “We are not married” you mumbled and looked around you. A red couch, a kitchen, married couples talking about tables and chairs. Which kind of villain even visits a Home Decory Fair? “Don’t blow our cover, Darling” he sang and put his arm around your waist. “If your hand wanders even an inch down I will cut it off and shove it in your ass, honey” you said with a sugar sweet voice and smiled bright. “Sounds like a fun Idea to me” he answered and smirked. You stared deadly at him. “Now she hates us. Didn’t you two noticed that she never liked us? But what if this is like a woman thing where she pretends to hate us but actually really likes us? Yeah like Spidey. Spidey hates us” “Wade..?” you asked irritated.

“Yes?” he turned his head to you. “Could you please stop talking to yourself? People are staring” you answered. “Maybe you got another idea how to shut me up?” he winked and smirked. One second later you had shoved a fabric napkin into his mouth. “Are you coming, Honey?” you asked as you walked away.