#platonic Wade Wilson

[lady-ashfade]

Insane In The Membrane

Platonic!Deadpoll x teen!reader

-♡ I have no idea what this is about but it’s just a funny thought.

-♡ warnings: wade being a sore loser.

“So tell me how you ending up here again?” the man sitting across from you asked as he laid down a new card from his deck. you shrugged at his questions and look through the cards in your hands while bouncing you foot in boredom.

“No really sure, my best friend was doing some magical shit and the next minute I’m here,” you pick up a card and flick it down then looked back up at him, “playing cards with you.”

“And that’s exciting it’s it?” He gushed. You could see him kicking his legs like a child with a tone of a hint of craziness- who was he really?

“You know i think-” he stops himself again when he looks down at the table and his eyes fall on the card you placed down. “Oh, what the fuck!” He shouts and stands up in anger like a child again, you’re sensing a theme.

“Have a hard time expecting defeat?” You smirk at him.

You then jump back a bit when he takes his arm and cleans the table of everything, your drink & the cards. then his finger comes closer to your face and you watch it confused.

“Talk nicer to your elders,” he calms his voice back down and then presses his finger to your nose and holds it there. you look up at him and slowly blink.

“So you’re insane?” his fingers still hangs on the tip of your nose and you could almost feel the smile radiating off of him.

“Insanely fun! Now let me go introduce you to my team- oh, there’s this big guy made of metal, he’s kinda a dick but you’ll warm up to him-” he goes on and on as you both travel together, making you want to slam your head against the window of the cab he dragged you to.

[pxparkerr]

peter parker bisexual moments

[book-place]

Mishaps

Warnings: Wade (yes, he deserves his own warning), cursing, fire, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Wade Wilson x reader platonic, Avengers x reader platonic <crossover>

*not my gif*

Summary: You and Wade aren’t that chaotic… right?

A/N: In honor of… you know who joining 👀

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“He’s… coming here?” Steve asked hesitantly, sharing a concerned glance with Natasha from beside him.

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the duo, glancing back and forth between them, “Yeah? So?”

A sigh left the blonde's lips, “Listen, n/n, it’s just that last time he was here… you know…”

“You blew up half the tower.” The redhead filled in bluntly, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

You scoffed a little bit, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms defensively, “I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”

“It’s true!” Clint piped up from the couch, not even looking away from whatever television show he was watching, “The two of you have a wave of destruction and chaos following wherever you go.”

From beside him, Tony cried out a small, “Amen, Katniss.”

A frown tugged at your lips as you looked over at the men, considering their words for a moment, before letting out a laugh and shaking your head, “You guys are crazy! Wade and I don’t get into that much trouble!”

“Wade’s here?” The terrified voice of Bruce Banner piped up from the doorway, evidently only hearing the last part of the conversation.

None of you were able to get a word in before he turned on his heel, muttering to himself, “Oh, no. I can't deal with this, that man gives the big guy and I so much stress-“ The ending of his sentence was lost as he turned the corner back the way he came.

Right on cue, the elevator door opened with a ‘ding’ and your best friend stepped out, clad in black and white, with his arms spread out wide in greeting, “Ding dong, bitches!” He called out cheerfully.

“Wade!” You cheered, pumping a fist into the air in excitement as you skipped over to him.

“Heya, Sunshine!” He greeted back equally as cheerfully, and like the gremlin demons you were, you both disappeared from your team's vision without a trace.

“Should we be worried?” Steve asked after a moment of silence.

Natasha sighed and nodded, having another sip of coffee, “Very.” Came her reply.

-•-

You and Wade watched hummed to the song that floated from the speakers, skipping around the kitchen happily with bowls wrapped in your arms.

Both of you had decided early on into Deadpool’s visit to bake cookies that both of you could bring on patrol that night instead of wasting money on overpriced snacks like you normally would.

“How many eggs did it say to do, again?” You frowned down at the bowl in your arm and the partially cracked egg in the other.

He shrugged lightly, “Don’t remember, just put a bunch in and we’ll offset it with a shit-ton of sugar that’ll give you the best sugar-high you’ve ever had!”

A wicked grin spread on your face, “Magnificent.” You mimicked an evil voice that had Wade bent over cackling.

All of a sudden, he paused what he was doing and stuck his nose up in the air like a dog, inhaling a big breath without a word.

“Do you smell burnt pigeons?” He asked.

You copied his previous motions, eyebrows furrowing for a whole moment before widening, realization hitting both of you at the same time.

“The chicken nuggets!” You both screeched in sync, lunging for the oven.

Right when you had started baking, you had both claimed to be hungry enough to eat three horses, but apparently forgot about the food that you had been heating up for yourselves.

As soon as you threw the oven door open, a loud popping sound was emitted, and the chicken nuggets expanded from the inside, destroying and exploding them everywhere.

You and Wade stood in silence for a moment, mourning the loss of what would have been an amazing meal, but then the remains that had flown everywhere began to catch on fire from the intense heat settings you had failed to turn off.

Terrified squeals left both of your lips as you turned on your heels and booked out of the room, leaving the fire problems behind with it.

-•-

The two of you had planned on telling someone about it, you truly had, but somehow the two of you had ended up in the gaming room as you ran away, finding the Nintendo switch and challenging one another to a race without a second thought.

About halfway through the tournament, a yell of horror sounded through the tower, bouncing off the walls until it reached your ears.

You both paused the game, turning to look at one another in confusion, recognizing Bruce’s scream anywhere- especially after all the pranks you had pulled on him in the past.

“Y/n! Wade!” Steve’s pissed off voice was also able to reach your ears from where you could assume he was from the kitchen.

Your eyes both widened, having completely forgotten about the little kitchen situation until then, and at the same time you breathed out, “Shit.”

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

GOTHPOOL - Milo Mason Earth 138 - Hobie's Deadpool

Milo is a street kid through and through. He's been one all his life. All six years, that is. All six he can remember. He met Hobie at 13, when they both were just hungry kids living on the street and squatting in flats, and when they were hungry, they'd count out pence until they had something to share.

Now, they're both heros and roomies! (Although Hobie agrees with neither)

Hobie helped Milo transition, helping him steal his T shots when they were younger

Constantly mentions once being taller than Hobie

Has no pupils. If you ask, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about. (There is no known explanation for this)

At 17 him and Hobie lost contact, with Milo going into a clinical trial with the promises of money and mental help.

Instead he got his healing factor

Him and Hobie reunited through 'Hero Work' - with Gothpool meeting Spider-punk

Only for Milo to immediately go 'No fucking way!! Talk again!! Hobie?? Hobie, m8 is that you? You sound just like this bloke-'

And Hobie had to be like 'Can you...not keep saying my name out loud.'

He thinks he lives at the houseboat, keeps breaking in and eating Hobie's heinz beans

Endless supply of witty and worn t-shirts

Loves Hobie and wants to kiss him on the mouth but in a loving platonic way. Enjoys picking Hobie up

Used to be vocals for the band in 138 (he can actually sing. unlike Hobie)

Hobie gave Milo his first T shot at 14.

Him and Diane do not get along well. She says Milo freaks her out. Milo doesn't know why she's so jumpy around gunpowder and lit matches - like calm down what kinda Spider-woman are you??

Clueless about politics, though Hobie tries his best to teach him. It's hard for Milo to grasp, and really easy for him to get frustrated, but he genuinely wants to learn. So Hobie is extra patient with him.

Even so, Gothpool is a CRAZY asset to have in battle. He may not know about systemic oppression but he knows that a bat to the forehead will knock a cop out cold

Mainly self-trained but highly skilled in fire-arms. Fights every battle like he's in a street fight outside a bar and he's ready for blood

His favorite food is a cheese toasty with marinara sauce and a root beer float

Also he's allergic to cats. He says he isn't but he is.

Uhhhh yeah, that's all really. I realized I never posted Milo so I figured I get around to it lol

I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM IM SO NORMAL BUT ALSO I LOVE HIM AND HOBIE

[literaryavenger]

If you’re still taking requests can I ask that you do a Bucky x Reader but the reader has the ability to see through the fourth wall? Could it also be angst with a healthy amount of fluff at the end :)

I was so excited when I got this request because it gave me an idea for a one-shot with Deadpool, and I don't know how I haven't done one already, but then I started thinking.

Aren't all fics basically breaking the fourth wall? So if whoever asked me this could send me another ask, even anonymous again I don't care, and explain a little better this request? Thank you!

Btw, yes, I'm still working on the requests I already got, it's just taking me a little time.

[stackthedeck]

Hey remember that brief period of time after no way home came out where everyone wanted Matt Murdock to be Peter Parker's dad? Yeah well I wrote a crack fic for that and Wade Wilson is there, have fun

Title: getting together for the kids

summary:

“You could…not be a single dad?” Peter asks.

“Oh yeah?” Matt smirks. “Who’s my wife in this scenario?"

Peter’s heart spikes and his breath catches as he bounces to his feet.

“No,” Matt says, “absolutely not, I know what you’re going to say, the answer is no, I won’t, this will never—”

“Mr. Murdock, he’s perfect!” Peter says, “I’m going to ask him right now!”

“Peter, no!”

Matt agrees to pretend to be Peter's dad for his freshmen orientation, Wade also agrees to pretend to be Peter's dad.

tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Precious Peter Parker, Team Red (Marvel), Fluff, Getting Together, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Matt Murdock is a Good Bro, good bros pretend to be your dad

[lovemadethemdoit]

HI, I'm here to obsess over hangnix's friendship in your ask box. I really like the idea of Nat ending up with Jake's sister, and eventually marrying her, making them literal family.

oh my god phoenix would be so protective of her sister at first but two years in they really like hanging out with each other. they always end up hiding in the kitchen together when there‘s family drama going on in the living room. whoever is there first walks over to the fridge and hands the other a commiseration beer in silence and they just wait out the storm together, shooting the shit and catching up ☺️

[theodorelore]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❋ spider-man

❋ iron man

❋ doctor strange

❋ matt murdock

❋ bucky barnes

❋ wade wilson

❋ wanda maximoff

❋ black widow

[harleycao]

So, I wanna write a fic that takes place in the Deadpool/X-Men universe.

I know for a fact it's going to be a platonic Fem!OC & Wade Wilson/Deadpool

And I want to have the romantic interest be Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, but I can't decide if it should be just them and figure out something completely different for Yukio, or if it should eventually be a poly relationship with my OC, Ellie, & Yukio.

What do y'all think I should do? I can't say I'll definitely do the one that wins the poll, but I at least wanna see which one people are (or at least seem to be) more interested in.

So, here's the poll!

[crystalcatgamer]

Red blood, red team

Okay, so. Peter has been fighting a bunch of guys holding alien tech and probably a meta, and has learned several things.

1) When you get invaded by aliens enough, you start amassing enough of their technology from the debris to study 2) He thinks that if he looks hard enough and asks Thor, he and Ned could make a lightsaber 3) The meta is pretty strong, and is very big, and oh fuck he’s swinging-

Peter dives out of the way of Big Guy’s attack, a bullet shot over his head by Wade. Matt prowls at the edges, waiting for an opening while Peter and Wade distract Big Guy.

Team Red kick ass, Spiderman gets hurt and then they watch Star Wars, in that order.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42306072

[michwritesstuff]

She’s Gonna Save Me (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)

this is my first ever bridgerton fic! i’ve had such a writer’s block and post grad has been so difficult but listening to music and reading other writers’ works has me feeling inspired! so enjoy my first story in months and first of the new year :)

pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton reader x Colin Bridgerton (platonic!)

summary: Benedict contemplates a life pursuing art and living outside the expectations of his family and society. Does he find a wife and settle down or live freely? What happens when he meets someone who can offer him the best of both worlds?

notes/warnings: mention of nudity, alcohol consumption, activities that can be witnessed at Sir Granville’s scandalous studio saoirees…

word count: 2.4k

As the second eldest Bridgerton boy, Benedict never found himself extremely pressured by the standards and expectations of society. Those responsibilities were entrusted upon his brother, Anthony, the Viscount.

Benedict reserved himself to a more romantic life, preoccupied by his love and interest for art.

Attending every event of the season was merely a ploy to keep his mother happy and distracted from the fact that he had no true intention of courting any ladies.

He would drink, laugh, and dance the season away without ever calling on anyone.

Benedict believed that this season wouldn’t be any different.

******

When you first agreed to join your family friends across the Atlantic in London, you didn’t expect that you would be taking part in the ton’s social season.

As the youngest daughter, your brothers married with children and sisters off tending to their new husbands, your father didn’t feel the need to arrange a marriage for social or monetary gain.

Your family was well off in the states, your parents often described as ‘free spirits.’ They had always impressed upon you the importance of appreciating the beauty around you and romanticizing life.

With your mother’s passing, you decided to stay at home with your father, choosing to enjoy a quiet life in the country studying English literature.

Staying with Sir Henry Granville was beyond exciting and allowed you to interact and mingle with the more eclectic members of British society.

You had lasted all but a week before you were called upon by a Miss Lady Danbury.

She had stressed the importance of participating in the social season and the impending judgment of the ton and Queen if you did not participate.

While you never cared much for the opinion of others, you didn’t fancy the idea of being ogled every time you ventured into town.

******

“I heard she was rejected by every suitor.”

“She’s so ugly and unpleasant, a dowry wouldn’t even be worth it.”

“Apparently she’s slightly deformed.”

You couldn’t begin to believe the rumors circulating about you, the American.

You swore that the descriptions were ripped out of a storybook, describing some gremlin crawling from the depths of the earth.

Men and women alike had no problem spreading stories about the young lady joining them for the season.

Worst of all, none of them had even seen you yet. The modiste had made personal house calls, as requested by Lady Danbury.

Now you stood, in front of the carriage, at the first ball of the season, your debut.

You followed behind Sir Henry and Mary Granville, head held high and eyes straight forward as you waded through the ballroom towards Lady Danbury and the Queen.

You heard the whispers and felt the stares as you stood before the queen.

With one leg behind the other and your arms laid at your side, you gently bent your knee and curtsied before her.

She gave you a once over before bowing her head back, a silent approval.

Moving out of the way, you stood at the edge of the dance floor as Lady Danbury approached.

“Miss y/l/n, I do hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty of securing you a few gentlemen to fill out your dance card.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Lady Danbury” you smiled back, a teasing tone in your voice.

Your sarcasm and apprehension towards the season had not gone unnoticed by Lady Danbury.

She quite admired your wit and sharp mind, and more than anything, enjoyed the challenge.

******

You were now on your 4th dance of the night; your feet were hurting, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up with a book.

Fortunately, your current dance partner was not completely awful and was actually quite charming.

Colin Bridgerton.

You had met him once before, in passing, when Lady Danbury had brought you to meet his mother, Violet, and sister, Daphne.

 Apparently, Daphne had been named the Diamond of the season in her first season out on society and married a Duke.

His younger sister, Eloise, was preparing for her first season as well.

However, through your brief encounter with Eloise she did not seem as happy with the matter as her sister and mother were.

You had a feeling she would be a good person to befriend.

“Tell me about yourself Miss y/l/n” Colin inquired.

“Y/N,” you quickly corrected.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you smiled slightly.

“Well Y/N, how are you finding London and the beginning of the season?”

“London, well its quite beautiful. There is so much art, and history, and the architecture is amazing. Truly, I wouldn’t mind getting lost here. And well…this—” you paused, glancing around the ball at all the young women around you.

“May I be frank?” you asked, Colin’s eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Of course, Miss Y/N”

“I slightly detest all of this, my feet hurt, and I’ve been dancing for quite too long. Why would I want to marry someone I’ve met one time?”

Colin was slightly taken aback before grinning wildly.

“You remind me of my sister Eloise,” he stated.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I quite liked her,” you grinned back.

As the dance ended you curtsied before Colin as he bowed before you.

“I hope you find the person you’re looking for Y/N, but I have a feeling you don’t need all of this to do so.”

You smiled widely and slightly nodded before following him off the dance floor.

“I’ll grab us a drink,” he said before walking away. Your eyes followed his back for a few seconds before scanning the room.

They quickly landed on two men whispering in the corner.

The slightly shorter one had massive sideburns and a quizzical look that seemed as if it must be permanently etched onto his face. The other man had a certain air about him.

Even from across the room his light-colored eyes had a shine in them.

Colin returned; you thanked him before looking to the corner again. This time the slightly taller one had caught your gaze and lifted his eyes to meet yours. You felt your face flush and quickly turned your head.

“Colin?”

“Yes?”

“Who are those two men in the corner?”

Colin looked up to see his brothers in the corner looking at him inquisitively.

“Oh, those two? You don’t want to be near the likes of them. Poorly mannered and when they were younger, they would wet the bed for years well beyond what was normal.”

You were following along for a while until that last part.

You gave Colin a quick look to see if he was being serious.

His mouth remained flat and tight-lipped for a few mere seconds before letting through a boisterous laugh.

“My apologies Y/N, those are my brothers.”

Your eyes widened at the confession.

“Your brothers?”

���Yes, lets introduce you,” he stated, beginning to pull you across the ballroom.

“Colin, No I—"

“Brothers, this is Miss y/l/n, Anthony, Benedict,” he pointed out.

You curtsied before both of them before speaking up.

“I told you, just Y/N is fine Colin.”

You weren’t sure what his brothers would say about your slight improperness. It was clear that the Bridgerton’s were a well-respected family in the ton.

You glanced at the eldest brother who you learned was named Anthony who gave you a curt nod before excusing himself to sneak off from an inquiring Lady Danbury.

You smiled at him before turning your gaze to the second eldest Bridgerton.

“Y/N here was telling me about her studies in the states. She is well-read and well-traveled.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing Colin slightly.

“You flatter me, Colin. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. For example, I am about done with all of this and was just about to call a carriage.”

“Oh, but you must stay for one more dance Y/N. Poor Benedict here has not waltzed once.”

Benedict tried to sneakily hit his brother for his clear meddling.

“While that may be true, I do not need my younger brother imposing on such a lovely lady.” Benedict states.

“Nonsense, everyone must waltz at least once,” you laughed, pulling Benedict towards the center of the room.

His eyes widened at your forwardness as he shot Colin a disapproving brotherly look, to which Colin gave him a grin and thumbs up.

As the music began you moved around the room with Benedict.

“So, Mr. Bridgerton, tell me what exactly it is you do.”

“Just Benedict is fine,” he stated, mirroring your words from earlier.

“Besides, aren’t I the one who should be questioning you about your skills?”

“That’s awfully backwards thinking, I hope you don’t get stuck that way” you replied sarcastically before being spun around.

When you returned facing Benedict, a knowing grin was stuck on his face. You were witty. He liked witty.

“I suppose that is fair. I’m an artist, well…I’m trying to be an artist. It’s a little complicated.”

You nodded understandingly, while the arts were enjoyed by many, it wasn’t exactly a noble pursuit, especially for you as a woman.

“You should come by Sir Granville’s studio, it’s quite…”

You couldn’t think of a proper word to describe the soirees Granville hosted. It was taboo and scandalous to most respectable members of society. However, if Benedict was an artist as he was claiming, he should fit right in.

“…inspiring,” you finished.

Benedict gave you an interesting look.

Little did you know, he had been to Granville’s studio, several times.

He hadn’t been in a while since his family had just returned from Aubrey Hall and the preparation for Eloise’s season had been quite hectic for his mother.

But you, picturing you at Granville’s studio was not something Benedict had imagined.

Women who were married or of low social standing was something else, but you, a young lady in her first official season stalking down the halls in such a disreputable manner. It didn’t fit the picture of the beautiful woman before him.

Benedict was quickly learning not to try and categorize you into one box.

“What do you know of Granville’s studio?” he asked seriously.

“Well, for one, I’m staying there. Two, I feel more comfortable among that community than here, if you understand what I mean…” you trail off.

Benedict gives you a small smile of understanding.

As the song ends Benedict lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before sightly lowering it back down, fingers brushing softly as he pulls away.

“Until next time Y/N”

“I look forward to it Benedict.”

******

Two months had passed since Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. In that time you had befriended Eloise and Colin Bridgerton, often sitting in the parlor room of their home during the daytime, chatting the day away.

As such, you had also grown closer to Penelope Featherington who also came over often. You always considered yourself to be quite perceptive, so it was evidently clear that Penelope was fond of Colin. You thought about mentioning something, but it didn’t seem like your place.

Throughout your time at the Bridgerton’s household you had seen Benedict a handful of times. Unfortunately, your encounters were reduced to small greetings, stolen glances and light brushes as you walked past each other.

Until today.

You were sitting in the empty parlor room as Eloise ran to her room to fetch some ‘evidence’ and ‘clues’ about Lady Whistledown.

“Good Afternoon Y/N” Benedict greeted as he walked in, taking a quick look around the room to find the two of you alone.

“Afternoon Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted back, a slight teasing tone to contrast your seemingly formality.

He gave you a knowing look before continuing.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I plan on attending Sir Granville’s tonight, I was wondering if I would see you there?”

You gave him a teasing smile before your face fell into a serious and hurt look.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m appalled, would a respectable young woman such as myself be caught there? Imagine the horror if the rest of the ton were to find out.”

He let out a loud laugh at your remark, in the short time that he had known you, you never failed to make him laugh.

“Yes Benedict, I’ll see you there,” you smiled.

“Good,” he replied.

******

That night you had a few drinks to help you take the edge off before guests started coming over. There was something about interacting with Benedict that made you nervous.

 You were walking around the art studio observing the nude model and the artists renditions when you felt someone lay their hand on your shoulder.

“OH! Oh my, Benedict, you scared me.”

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You continued walking around the circle, admiring the art around you.

“She’s stunning, is she not?” you questioned.

“She is,” he answered quickly.

However, when you turned to look at him his eyes were already trained on yours.

You smiled widely, walking out of the studio as Benedict followed like a lost puppy.

“Will I ever get to see your art?” you asked him.

He smiled sheepishly as his arm reached back to scratch the back of his neck.

“I certainly would let you, if there was any.”

“Practicing here for a few months and you still have nothing to show?” you teased.

Benedict gave you a look.

“I may have asked around about you,” you confessed.

“And?” he asks.

From what you have heard, both from his siblings and other people around you. Benedict was a kind and creative soul, with a great appreciation for the beauty around him.

“Your family and friends speak highly of you, that’s important.”

“What about you? What do you speak of me?”

“Besides being a tortured artist? I think highly of you.”

He nodded his head again, before responding.

“I think highly of you as well,” he whispered quietly, leaning down slightly so he was more at eye level.

You blamed the alcohol in your system for what you did next.

Yanking him down by his collar, you pulled him close and reached up until your lips were flush against his, pushing with all your might as if you would never kiss him again.

“Y/N—” he pulled away, his senses flooding back.

“This is…no, I’ve dishonored you I—”

“Oh hush Benedict, I do not care about those rules. I want you.”

He looked down at you, holding your face in his hands as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

Biting your lip and grinning up at him, Benedict couldn’t help but pull you back in, one hand sinking to your waist to pull you closer, the other rested on your cheek.

“You know this means we have to get married now?” Benedict teases.

“That means you presume I would say yes,” you teased back.

His smile grew impossibly bigger as he pulled you back in for a tender kiss.

“Let’s just see how you perform tonight before we think about marriage” you joked.

Benedict pulled back with a smirk and look in his eye you haven’t seen yet as he looked you over.

“Art is all about practicing and perfecting, we might need to practice a few times before you make your final judgement” he teased back.

You threw your head back in surprise, a large laugh leaving your lips before you smiled sweetly at him.

This was not how you imagined the social season going.

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[book-place]

Take Your Shot

Warnings: guns, mention of gangs, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Wade Wilson x reader platonic

Request: Wade Wilson's reaction to p/o who wants to learn how to be a better marksmen so they could enter competitive shooting contests involving guns or increase their chances of survival. They play way too much first person shooter games

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You decide to take some of the things you’re good at in video games, and try to apply them to real life

A/N: idk

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Yoo-hoo!” Wade called out in a sing-song voice, clambering ungracefully through your window and landing in your apartment, “Honey, I’m home!” He cried playfully.

“In here!” You called back from the living room, not taking your eyes off the screen as you pressed down on the controller button and finished the level.

“N/n!” Your best friend cheered, leaping effortlessly over the couch and landing on the cushions right beside you, lulling his head over to you with a wide grin, “It’s been too long!” He called out dramatically, letting his head fall back and his arms be thrown out to the sides theatrically.

“Too long,” You agreed with a teasing smile, pausing your video game and turning towards him.

“Listen, not that I’m not proud of you and all for asking for this stuff, but why did you ask for this stuff?” He asked out of pure curiosity, picking up the cardboard box he had carried in for you.

Your eyes lit of at the sight of it and you excitedly bounced off the couch and began riffling through the contents, “You know,” You dismissed, “Just for stuff.”

He nodded his head in mock understanding, “Oh, yes, yes, I see. But care to explain to me what kind of ‘stuff’? Like are you in a gang I don’t know about? In trouble with a gang I can help with? In love with a gang member-“

“First of all,” You cut him off as you looked over with a raised eyebrow, “What is it with you and gangs? Second of all,” You pulled out an expensive looking gun with a grin that may or may not have made you look psychotic considering the circumstances, “I just really want to be able to enter some shooting competitions!”

He looked at you suspiciously, still not entirely convinced, “Are you sure? Like you aren’t on the hit list for the most feared gang in the city-“

“Wade.” You cut him off with a playful roll of your eyes, “There’s no gangs involved whatsoever. I just figured that since I’m really good at shooting in video games, that I should take my shot at doing it in real life.”

It was silent for a moment, before he doubled over cackling, “Take your shot- that- that was well done, n/n, very well done.”

You grinned, “I knew you would appreciate my pun.”

He snickered slightly once more before sobering up, “I could always help you prepare for competitions too if you want.”

For the second time, your eyes lit up as you looked over at him with appreciation, “Really? You will? Oh, thank you!” You cheered, jumping up and clapping your hands together excitedly. But then a realization came over you and you stopped, grin dropping as you glanced at the box once more, “Wade… where did you get all these guns?”

He waved his hand dismissively, “You know, somewhere.” He mocked your previous answer to one of his own questions.

Your eyes narrowed a little, “Wade.”

He jumped up suddenly, “Oh, would you look at the time! Gotta blast, n/n!”

“Wade!” You called after him, but it was no use. He had already left the way you came, just as ungracefully as before.

You shook your head with a small smile at his antics, because even if you didn’t know how he did it, he always came through for you.

Mutants 🦸- none yet

[your-next-daydream]

Wade Wilson x equally chaotic reader hcs 👀

AH MY FIRST ASK! Thanks for requesting bro!

Ok you didn't specify if you wanted platonic or romantic? Soooo imma do both😃

Reader has no specified gender

Platonic hcs

Oh? Do you want to leave the house without a warm Wade Wilson goodbye? No, you're going to get a hug that smells of cocaine and weed. Upon finally leaving, you hear, "Bye kiddo, make sure you get in trouble for Papa!" With an over exaggerated kiss blown your way.

"Hey kiddo, have you seen my katana...kid? Why is my katana in that guys stomach right now?" He said with a hand in his hip. "I don't know. I got bored, and he was conveniently placed there."

Chimichangas for breakfast and dinner. Lunch is a healthy dose of some sort of drugs or killing. There is no in between. Desert is rom-coms and tears don't forget to say hello to his unicorn.

You help blind Al around the house but for fucks sake quit making so many sex jokes around that poor lady.

please...clean Wade's suit... it smells horrible

"Hey Wade, want to go TP and throw eggs at the X mansion with me? Colossus pissed me off again." You muttered, grabbing some of Al's eggs promising you'd pay her back later. "Umm fuck yeah I want to! Just don't hit pinky pie or teenage angst they'll have my head...well they kinda can, I can just grow a new one!"

You joke about getting avocado lotion for him. "Hey, Deads, I got this avocado scented lotion for you. Maybe some pheromone shit will happen, and you won't look like a dumpster fire anymore." He whipped his head around, grabbing where his heart is and stumbling around,"wounded"

You cut Wade's arm off once just to give it to a bad guy asking, "Need a hand?" While Wade came up behind that person killing them.

he takes you to the bar with him, and you both get on Weasel's ever loving last nerve. I mean, he's both of y'all's arms dealer. Why not mess with him?

there was a fight Wade started in the bar, once where he broke his leg off and just started beating people with it.

Romantic hcs

What's personal space? He's always touching or hugging unless you specifically tell him not to.

you reassure him that he's still a handsome man. You lightly pick on him for being an old avocado, but that's about it.

he gives you his unicorn and whatever else of his you want before he leaves for a mission.

there was a time when you came with him and you both got captured. You're actually the one who figured out how to escape...he was just gonna cut himself up to fit through the bars.

sex jokes? Oh yeah, all the time. You can't stop this man he's hitting on you like you guys are at the bar, and he's trying to take you home. You shock him if you return the same energy.

makes sure you're asleep before he even thinks about going to bed himself.

you and him took a pole dance class so he could show off, and he wanted to see you move like that.

he had a funny idea to put his mask on you during a mission, and it was funny watching another version of himself walking around killing.

Do you know those hugs where you get picked up and are just held there for a while? Yeah, that's him, except his face is in your chest no matter what it looks like.

Colossus has walked in on you both making out and out of embarrassment. You attempted to cover it up and say, "You wanna join?" But Wade went along saying "Yeah big boy, wanna have some funnnn?" You hit him on the head.

Pizza and movie dates. It doesn't matter where y'all are you guys are going on a date if he can help it. He thinks it's cuter when you set things up.

Oh, someone hurt you? They never existed. He knows you can handle yourself he wanted to take care of it.

He'll buy you Deadpool themed merchandise ALL. THE. TIME. You like are running out of space for it at this point.

There's a hoodie with his logo on it and he's definitely fucked you in that hoodie before.

He probably would like running a knife or a gun down your sides. The gun is never loaded, but you don't know that.

knows he could get out of it, but he thinks it'd be fun if you tied him up.

Oh, I'm definitely thinking about his stamina and strength...

After y'all do have sex straight to the bathtub or shower to get cleaned off. He could care less, but he knows you want to be clean.

CUDDLE SPOONING KING

He'd like to be little spoon sometimes. Other than that, he likes laying between your legs with his arms around your waist to make sure you can't leave in the morning.

[sciderman]

but what does cable think of peter??? like is there a sort of just sexual attraction? platonic sexual attraction, aromantic (yes i headcanon cable as aromantic dont ask) platonic "buddy pals" kind of occasional sex relationship?

i'd say that it's practically impossible for anyone to not be sexually attracted to peter parker (it's the burden he and everyone else in the world must bear) - so, absolutely, nathan's attracted to peter. he's cute. nathan thinks he's adorable. he's immediately fond. most of all for how much peter is willing to give.

it's kind of funny you headcanon cable as aromantic - i kind of headcanon him as the entire opposite! he's The Ultimate Polyam Beast. he's literally In Romantic Love with The Entire World. he is the World's Whore.

[x]

i know you'll be sick of hearing me say it, but nathan's almost more of a symbolic figure in 9319 than anything - and his whole saviour-like schtick means that he can't just devote his love to one place, like wade wants it. wade is greedy, and selfish and - wants it all. and you know - you can't. you won't. the future just can't give you that guarantee, as much as wade wants it.

so, in my terrible head, nate's symbolic of the future, i guess. distant, uncertain, full of surprises - makes you nervous. and excited.

nate's symbolic of a future that now, wade wilson is learning - he can share with someone. hahah heheheh hohooho. metaphors.

[crazyk-imagine]

Wade Wants to Reminisce

Pairing: James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes x Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson x Super!reader (platonic) Characters: Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson, James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark Warnings: Wade things, the avengers coming to save the reader, Bucky and the reader share a past, Nat and Wade are trying to get their friends laid, this is totally not inspired by a bunch of Bucky and Soldier Boy fics I read all weekend (don’t judge me), the deadpool gif is literally the reader and wade, this 100% does not make sense, I was bored and wanted some deadpool content, I also may have gone down a Bucky rabbit hole and here we are Word Count: 971

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He wouldn't tell you anything about his plans [I didn't want my plans to get ruined]

He'd make sure nothing bad would happen to you (nothing too major at least) [I wouldn't let them murder you or charge you with a B and E, chill]

Reenactment flashback 

You were fine until he set off an alarm [I didn't do that. It was Fabio. *Wade points to the intern* 

The poor guy starts shaking- 

The real reenactment

"Wade," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Did we break into a building we shouldn't have?" 

"Yo soy no hablo Español." 

"You're hablo-ing Español right now!" 

"Fine! You caught me. I'm trying to help you suppress your kitty urges." 

"Wade!" 

"What?" He shrugs, eating a chimichango. "You kept whining to me how lonely you are and I know there's a lot of- ow, hot." He licks his fingers before trying to hold his chimichanga. "What was I saying? Oh right, there's a lot of fine men here for you to pounce on." 

"I'm going to kill you."

"You know you can't. I'm just doing my friendly duty."

"You're a problem for society." 

"That hurts." He places his hand over his heart. 

"I hope it fucking does you crackwhore." 

"Woah," he raises his hands. "There's no need to bring Blind AL into this." 

"We both know it's you I'm talking about."

"Uh- hey," Tony waves his hands. "I don't mean to interrupt whatever the hell this is but you two just broke into the Avenger headquarters so we're gonna need to detain you for a couple of hours." 

"Detain him." You point to Wade before raising your hands up in defense. "I had nothing to do with this." 

"You bitch," he replies, extending the words. 

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Old avocado."

"Dick sucker."

"At least my partner is satisfied."

He gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "What'd she tell you?"

"Nothing I didn't already know." 

"Doll?" 

You spin around with furrowed brows and then your jaw drops. "James?" 

"Wait- you two know each other?!" Tony and Steve shout. 

"She's your coffee date?" Natasha asks him with her hands on her hips. 

"You've been getting laid and I didn't know?" 

You pinch the bridge of your nose again. "I'm going to kill you. I swear on all that is holy Wade. I'm going to grab that hammer and smash you with it." 

"That's not the kind of hammering I planned on doing today." 

You purse your lips and pounce. 

James stepped closer to you just in time. "Hey, hey. Calm down." 

"Not until he's mush." 

"Doll." 

"But-"

"No." 

"Bucky," you whine. "Just a little?"

"Not a chance." 

"Would you two mind explaining how you met?" Natasha asks. 

"Coffee shop." 

Sam walks into the room, taking a second to see what's going on and then he sees you. "Oh, hey." 

You turn and smile at him. "Sammy." 

"Why does he get such a nice greeting?" Wade whines. 

"He's not you." 

"I take major offense to that." 

"You should." 

"Rude." 

"I'm still stuck on the fact that Tinman went to a coffee shop and got a date. He doesn't even like coffee," Tony complains. 

"I like a certain type of coffee." 

"From a cute girl?" 

"No." 

"Yes. Man, you thought she was cute and bought her coffee," Sam rats James out. 

You spin around in his arms. "You did?" 

Usually he likes to think of himself as someone who doesn't get embarrassed but right now, he's plotting ways to get back at Sam. He doesn't look up at you. "Uh- I- I did."

"Well aren't you sweet," you smile up at him. 

"I need to call Vanessa." 

The smile is wiped from your face. "Go home, Wade!" 

"But then I wouldn't get some memories I can play on repeat with my unicorn or Vanessa later." 

"For fucks sake- Wade, get back here."

James lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards his room, locking the door behind him. "This makes things a lot easier." He sets you down. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, I planned on calling you and asking if you wanted to go out." 

"If I say yes," you trace shapes on his chest, before staring at him through your lashes. "Can we stay here for the rest of the day?" 

"If I say yes, will you stop using those eyes on me? You're killing me, doll. You know I'd say yes without that look." 

You smile up at him and practically bounce as you walk away and aim for his bed. 

A voice can be heard through the airvents. "So, does this mean you'd rather get ducked down than hangout with me?" 

"100%"

"Cool. Just checking. Text me the details. I want to know how big." 

"Wade!"

"I'm curious to see if he's a queen or a king." 

"Liar."

"You've caught me but I already know."

"Go home."

"Bye kids. Use protection, unless you're into that." [And you all know what I'm talking about. Don't act like your Tumblr isn't full of those fics. Yes, I know about them too. Who do you think will write some about me?] 

Wade closes the laptop he stole (from you) and sighs. “This was nice.” 

You throw your boyfriend's alarm clock at him. 

“Ow!” 

“Go home, Wade. We’re trying to sleep.”

“Doll, what’s tumblr?” 

“Wade you’re dead!” 

Wade’s screaming alerts the rest of the compound. 

“Why is your friend screaming?” Steve asks you. 

“He taught James something he shouldn’t have, and he knows it. GET BACK HERE, WILSON!” 

“Never!” 

“I hope you’re proud,” Natasha pats James’ back. 

“Why are you saying it like that?” 

“Your girlfriend brought home a parasite.” 

“It could be worse.” 

“It could be worse!?” Sam screeches.

“It could be so much worse, Sammy.” 

“That’s my nickname for him. You don’t get to steal it.” 

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

The DC/Marvel Crossover server is proud to present our summer Pool Noodle Party! Celebrating the rarest crossover pairs, both platonic and romantic. Courtesy of this post about ships that are too small to count as ships:

For our purposes, a “pool noodle” is a relationship tag that comes up with less than 30 hits on Ao3. Platonic (&) relationships count! Any and all crossover pairings with under 30 existing fics are welcome.

We have six themes. Each theme will have a week for posting creations and a week for celebrating — giving feedback and leaving comments. We’ll share everything that was created the previous week and try to spread the love, but also post rec lists of our favorite older fics that fit the theme.

For anybody who's interested in creating fanworks for existing fic, we'll be posting a list (soon) of fics whose authors have given permission for podfic, moodboards, art, and playlists inspired by their work!

Themes are relatively loose, so your ship might fit multiple themes — that’s fine! Entirely up to you when you post.

Check out the prompt lists! Keep in mind that fics do not have to fit a particular prompt, only the general theme for the week they're posted. These are just for inspiration.

Hackers, Paleolithic weapons, interplanetary romance, etc.

Robin Hood AU 

Mia Dearden & Kate Bishop

Eddie and Venom work at the Daily Planet 

Tony and Roy in rehab

Venom finds a new host 

Kree identity shenanigans

“I’m a doctor, not a _” 

Oracle & Jarvis 

Clint and Dick knew each other in the circus 

Starfire meets the Marvels 

Not necessarily femslash, but woman-centric!

Natasha Romanoff/Talia Al Ghul

Birds of Prey crossover 

Genderswap 

Amanda Waller puts together an all-female team 

Captain Britain Peggy Carter

Powerpuff Girls AU 

Diana Prince in SHIELD 

Selina Kyle as a Widow  

Coulson recruits Cassandra Cain

Blorbos who have been resurrected, who live in Daredevil territory, who deal with demonic shit, etc.

Lazarus Pit side effects

Priest!Jason 

"I think they came back wrong."

Dumpster bros 

Buffy crossover 

Nelson & Murdock in Gotham

Orpheus and Eurydice retelling

Angels and demons AU 

Clint Barton/John Constantine 

-powers, -heroes, -villains, -boys, -girls, and/or -soldiers!

Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

Conner Kent gets adopted 

Powers/serum are sexually transmitted 

Loki joins the Legion of Doom

“Wait, I have powers in this universe?” 

Power swap 

Kryptonian biology quirks

Marvel character gets a Lantern ring

Supernatural crossover

Murder as a love language, or at least as a career.

John Wick AU 

Ronin!Clint / RedHood!Jason 

Outlaws team-up 

Gun/knife play 

Wade & Slade Wilson are related 

Marvel character trains Jason during Lost Days

Someone kills the Joker

The other Winter Soldier

Frank adopts Jason

Alternately, found family! Anything to do with relationships involving more than one person.

Band AU 

Team as family (or team as relationship)

Midnighter/Apollo/someone

Werewolf AU   

Biker gang AU 

“God help us if they ever join forces.” 

Teen Titans meet the Young Avengers 

Accidental alien planet multi-marriage

"Everybody lives in Clint's apartment building" civilian AU