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[guilty-ff]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐏𝐭.1

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ˚⁎⁺˳ .

Wade Wilson, still haunted by the loss of his fiancée Vanessa, finds himself in a new relationship with Y/n, a bright and caring presence in his life. As the weight of his past threatens to pull him under, tensions rise, and buried emotions come to the surface.

This story takes place between the second and third movies (warning: not 100% movie/comic accurate)

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x (fem!)Reader

Genre: Angst, revenge, Fanfiction, Marvel

Warnings: Movie Spoilers! Explicit content, swearing, torture, mental health, weapons

Word count: 2499

The night had started out like any other, with the hum of the city outside Y/n’s apartment filling the quiet spaces between her thoughts. She glanced around the room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light on the scene she had carefully prepared.

Balloons and streamers, a playful nod to Wade’s twisted sense of humor, hung from the ceiling, swaying gently in the draft coming through the open window. She would laid out his favorite snacks- Chimichangas and an assortment of junk food that would make any expert on diet faint- and the TV was ready to blast his favorite old-school movies.

It had been a year since Wade had stumbled into her life, a broken man who had just lost the love of his life, Vanessa. But even in his grief, his pain, there had been something that drew her to him. His wit, his relentless, dark humor, and the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide behind that mask.

Over time, what started as a tentative friendship had blossomed into something more- a relationship that was complicated, messy, and sometimes painful, but it was real.

Y/n had always tried to be there for him, understanding that Vanessa’s memory still lingered in every corner of his mind. But tonight, she wanted to remind him of how much he meant to her, how much she loved him. She could not erase his past, but she wanted to be a part of his future.

She grabbed her jacket and hurried out of the apartment, excitement bubbling in her chest as she made her way to Sister Margaret’s, the dingy bar where Wade spent most of his nights.

The cold night air nipped at her skin, but it did not dampen her spirits. She could already imagine the look on his face when she brought him back to the apartment, the smile that would light up his eyes, even if just for a moment.

As she approached the bar, the familiar neon sign buzzing overhead, she slowed her pace, hoping to catch Wade off guard. But as she drew closer, she noticed something that made her pause.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of spilled alcohol, sweat, and the faintest trace of cigarette smoke, remnants of a night that had long since died out.

Wade sat hunched over the bar, his mask discarded to the side. His scarred face was partially emphasised by the dim, yellow light above the counter, the harsh reality of his appearance laid bare in the quiet gloom.

He was nursing a glass of whiskey, but the drink had gone untouched for the last hour, its amber liquid barely rippling as he sat there, lost in thought.

They were seated at their usual spot at the bar, but the atmosphere between them was anything but casual.

Weasel leaned against the counter opposite Wade, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. They had been sitting in silence for what felt like an eternity, the heavy atmosphere weighing down on them both.

“We need to talk, Wade,” Weasel finally broke the silence, his voice low but firm. “And I’m not letting you dodge this one.”

Wade did not respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the untouched whiskey in front of him. He let out a slow, tired sigh, running a hand over his face, feeling the rough texture of his scars under his fingertips. He knew where this was going, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it.

“Do you genuinely love Y/n?” Weasel asked, his tone more direct now. “Or are you still hung up on Vanessa?”

The question hung in the air like a noose, tightening around Wade’s throat. He could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up, couldn’t bring himself to face Weasel’s probing gaze.

“Come on, man,” Weasel pushed, his frustration seeping through. “You’ve been with Y/n for a year now. She’s been there for you through all your shit, but you’re still acting like you’re half in, half out. What’s going on in that fucked-up avocado head of yours?”.

Wade exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the glass. He knew Weasel was right. Y/n had been his rock, his light in the darkness. But Vanessa…her memory clung to him like a second skin, a constant reminder of what he had lost and what he could not let go.

“Why do you have to dig so fucking deep, Weasel?” Wade muttered, finally lifting his gaze to meet Weasel’s. His voice was rough, laced with a bitterness that he could not quite hide.

“Because someone has to, Wade,” he shot back, his patience wearing thin. “Y/n deserves better than this. She deserves to know if you’re actually in this with her, or if you’re just using her to fill the void Vanessa left behind.”

Wade flinched at the harsh truth in Weasel’s words. He did not want to admit it, but a part of him knew that Y/n was getting the short end of the stick. She was kind, funny, and more understanding than anyone had any right to be. But he could not shake the feeling that he was just going through the motions, too scared to fully let go of Vanessa, even after all this time.

“What would you do if Vanessa walked through that door right now?” Weasel pressed, the question like a dagger twisting in Wade’s chest. “Would you drop everything and go back to her? Would you throw Y/n aside like she was nothing?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Wade opened his mouth to respond, but the words would not come. He did not know what he would do, and that uncertainty was tearing him apart.

His hands shook slightly as he finally took a sip of the whiskey, the burn of the alcohol doing nothing to numb the ache inside him.

“Fuck, Wade,” Weasel’s voice was laced with exasperation. “Why are you still hung up on Vanessa? She’s gone, man. Y/n is here, now. But if you can’t let go of the past, you need to let Y/n go. She deserves someone who’s all in, not someone who’s stuck living in the fucking shadows.”

Wade felt like he was suffocating, the walls of the bar closing in on him as Weasel’s words echoed in his mind. He knew Weasel was right. He knew he was being unfair to Y/n. But knowing it didn’t make it any easier to untangle the mess of feelings he had inside him.

In her panic, Y/n stumbled forward, her foot catching the edge of a loose floorboard. The creak was loud, too loud, and before she could stop herself, her presence was revealed. Wade and Weasel turned their heads towards the sound, their conversation abruptly cut off.

Y/n froze, her wide eyes meeting Wade’s for a split second before the crushing weight of realization hit her. The pain in her chest flared up, sharp and unyielding, as the reality of what she’d overheard began to settle in.

She had heard everything.

Wade’s heart dropped to the floor, the reality of the situation crashing down on him like a big wave. He had not wanted her to hear that. He had not wanted her to know just how conflicted he was, how much of a fucking mess he really was.

“Shit…” he breathed, the word barely audible as panic began to claw at the edges of his mind. His hands shook, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he watched Y/n’s expression crumble.

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. The air was thick with unspoken words, the tension between them almost unbearable. Wade wanted to say something, to reach out and pull her back, to explain, to apologize- but he was frozen, unable to move, unable to find the right words.

Before either of them could move, before Wade could say anything, the sound of footsteps broke the tension. Dopinder appeared at the doorway, his usual cheerful smile plastered on his face as he walked in.

“Weasel, I’m done cleaning the toilets. You won't believe me that I haven’t puked-” Dopinder announced proudly, clearly pleased with himself, his voice cutting through the suffocating silence.

Weasel’s eyes went wide with panic as he snapped his head towards Dopinder, mouthing frantically, “Shut the fuck up, don't you dare!”

He gestured sharply, his wide eyes practically bulging out of his head as he tried to silently communicate the gravity of the situation.

Dopinder’s smile faltered as he caught on, his gaze shifting from Weasel to Wade, then to Y/n, who was already backing away, her face twisted in pain.

“Uh… I’ll, uh… be going now…” Dopinder stammered awkwardly, his previous cheer vanishing as he quickly turned on his heel and disappeared back to the bathroom stalls.

The room fell back into a heavy silence, the weight of what had just happened crashing down on Wade as he turned his attention back to Y/n, who was already starting to retreat, her steps shaky and unsteady.

“Y/n, wait!” Wade’s voice cracked as he stumbled to his feet, knocking over the barstool in his haste. The sudden movement made his vision blur, his head spinning as the panic attack tightened its grip on him.

The world around her blurred as she shoved open the bar’s back door, the night air hitting her like a wall. She kept running, her legs carrying her further away from the bar, from Wade, from everything she thought she knew.

He pushed through the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest, the walls closing in on him with every step. His breath came in short, hectic bursts, his lungs struggling to keep up as he tried to catch up to her. The cold night air hit him like a slap to the face as he burst out of the bar and onto the empty street.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Wade cursed under his breath, his vision narrowing to a pinpoint as he spotted Y/n running down the street. His legs felt like they were made of lead, each step a monumental effort as he tried to push through the haze of panic that was clouding his mind.

Y/n was running blindly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she fought to keep the rising panic at bay. The cold air stung her lungs, but she didn’t care. She just needed to get away, to escape the crushing weight of what she’d heard, of the pain that was suffocating her.

Her mind was spinning, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. Every breath was a struggle, the air thick and heavy as she tried to hold back the tears that blurred her vision. She could not breathe, could not think- the world was closing in on her, the shadows pressing down until she felt like she was drowning.

Wade was still chasing after her, his own panic attack crashing over him like a fucking freight train. His chest felt like it was being crushed, the air refusing to stay in his lungs as his vision darkened at the edges, the world spinning out of control.

The cool night air did nothing to ease the fire raging in her chest. Her vision blurry, dark spots dancing at the edges as her breathing became more erratic. The street was mostly empty, the distant sounds of the city muted against the blood rushing in her ears.

Y/n stumbled to a stop, her hands clutching at her chest as she gasped for air, her vision narrowing to a pinpoint of light surrounded by suffocating darkness. Panic had gripped her entirely now, her mind racing with the realization that she would never truly had Wade’s heart.

He was still lost in his past, in his memories of Vanessa. And where did that leave her? Nowhere, just a placeholder, a stand-in for a love that was never hers to begin with.

Her legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold, hard pavement, her body trembling as she tried to suck in air, but it felt like her lungs were being crushed under an unbearable weight. Tears spilled down her cheeks, her sobs echoing through the empty street, each one more desperate than the last.

“Y/n!” he shouted, his voice barely more than a rasp, swallowed by the night as he pushed himself harder, his heart hammering in his chest like it was trying to break free.

But it was too late.

As Y/n tries to stand up and moving back, her foot caught on the uneven pavement, sending her stumbling into the street. The blinding headlights of an oncoming truck cut through the darkness, the screech of tires filling the air as the driver slammed on the brakes-

But it was too late.

The world seemed to slow down, everything happening in agonizing detail as Y/n’s body crumpled beneath the impact. The sound of the collision echoed through the empty street, a sickening thud that made Wade’s heart stop in his chest.

“NO!” Wade’s scream was raw, filled with a pain that tore through him like a blade. He felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside as he watched the woman he loved be ripped away from him by death yet again.

He collapsed to his knees beside her lifeless body, his hands trembling violently as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin, still warm but rapidly cooling. Blood pooled around her, seeping into the cracks of the pavement, the red stark against the cold, unyielding concrete.

Wade’s vision blurred, his chest heaving with ragged breaths that did nothing to ease the crushing weight on his chest. The panic attack had him in its grip, squeezing tighter and tighter until he thought his heart was going to fucking explode.

“Fuck…no, no, no, no…” Wade choked out, his voice breaking as he cradled Y/n’s body, rocking back and forth as the reality of what had just happened crashed over him.

He could not breathe, could not think- the world was spinning out of control, the edges of his vision going dark as he was consumed by the panic, the grief, the overwhelming sense of loss that was suffocating him.

And as the night stretched on, the silence was broken only by Wade’s broken sobs, echoing through the empty street as he held Y/n close, the weight of everything he’d lost crashing down on him, leaving him utterly, devastatingly alone.

Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears, drowning out the background noise. She felt her throat tighten as she strained to hear Wade’s response, the heavy words sinking deep into her chest. But there was nothing-just a deep, unsettling quiet.

[icarusredwings]

I rewatched Deadpool 2 and took notes.

Disclaimer: He's mentally ill and does mentally ill things (GASP, who would have thought?). Also, violence. A lot of violence. It's really long. Like.. really really long.

The very first words he says is "fuck wolverine"

Then blows his own head off with a shit ton of gasoline. Wonder if he had insurance on that appartment.

He started taking worldwide cases

He also admits to knowing "8th grade spanish"

"Passion of the christ. Then me." Says the man whos marvel jesus now.

I wonder how much wade owes cab guy.

Cab guy killed bandu Lmao

"What is it?"

"My IUD"

"A bomb??" Tell me why he was lowkey excited for it to be a bomb?

I love how serious he gets talking about how scared he is to be a dad.

This empire joke traveled from the first movie too.

"Pretty sure it doesn't work that way but we can try" yes.

When making toaster strudles its almost as if he could sense them coming despite it being so silent. This kind of makes me think that Logans not the only one who just jumps up sometimes.

This man really just said "Fuck it" jumped out of a 2 story window, BOLTED after this guy as fast as he could, got hit by a car, rammed another car, and whole ass hugged this guy before jumping in front of a truck with him. I don't want to see anyone try to tell me he's one sandwitch drop away from jumping off a cliff.

Cinatography by Blind Al.

Directed by one of those guys that killed john wicks dog.

God I love Ryan Reynolds because you know it was him.

Wade stop peeing your pants in public.

Weasel "We still have bowie..." Yeah id lie to him too at this point.

"Yeah im fine"

Fucked up

Insecure

Needy and

Emotional. Kübler ross apprently.

"Buck no more speaking lines for you" and he meant that shit.

Al is so humble and sweet. Making tea and giggling. Tries to shoot him and then just hears him collapse on the floor. How many times do you think he collapses on the floor a week? Just to be drimatic?

"Sweetheart can you speak up? Its a little hard to hear you with yhat pity dick in your mouth" Oh so shes his mom. Al is his fucking mom. Hands down. And the best one.

I love how he decided to do an entire bag of cocaine before dying. There was no reason for it and honestly was a waste of cocaine until you realize that these cocaine is wades whiskey. Shots dont work for him really, probably because hes already done it so much, but its the same way how Logan chugs that bottle before wade kidnaps him. Its easier to blame it on a substance then accept those were your actions.

Ness is so cute. The poster behind her has "I love you wade wilson" scratched into it. Its nice to know that his version of heaven is literally just a cozy Saturday morning with his wife.

Colossus just walking in to find wades body parts everywhere and put him in a bag like old dirty clothes lol

"Why cant I fucking die" tone was SO serious.

The fact that theres an x men rule book and its lowkey thicker then a bible. I bet you scott and Logan made 80% of those.

"That asshole was me" oh the tears. Baby boyy.

Wait isnt cable literally scotts son.

Im never going to understand this fucking time line jesus christ

Mutant rehabilitation?? What is he a drug addict? That kid is clearly in pain dipshits.

"X men trainee" is so funny

"Please stop cheating on me"

Daniel the pedophile looking ass

Bro casually signs ryan reynolds on the wolverine cereal box and then destroys his knee caps.

"Those guys hurt you??" It was at that moment, wade went ape shit.

Wade having fun in prison is so him. But come on imagine going to prison just for standing up to an abused child. Not to mention, His face when he immediately realizes how fucked he is and that "oh shit I actually DO have cancer now and it SUCKS"

Is it just me or does Cable reminds you of forge with all his cool fix it abilities. Or is he just futurey.

He didn't say were not friends to make him upset but to draw attention to himself. Him just eye rolling when stabbed in the hand was so funny too because he was like "Ouch. God damn it. Ducking OUCH."

Hes literally pleading with russel to find someone else to peotect him or hes gonna get molested because he cant do anything. His entire power is replacing dead cells WITH new cancer cells. His entire body is dying 24/7 but never fast enough to actually kill him, always regrowing way too quickly. Cancerous is better then dead.

"Get away from me kid" yeah cause he knows hes trouble and he REALLY doesn't wanna watch this kid die.

"Who the hell tries to kill a 14 year old boy"

"Kids give us a chance to be better then we used to be"

Dopinder is so wholesome. I love him so much. No i dont care that he killed a guy. Hes the type of friend you call to take to the movies or the zoo once every year and hes stoked just to be invited.

Peter: I just thought it looked fun :D

Dopinder: FUCK

Peter is that one dad whos kids left the nest and now he needs friends and a hobby so searches for the biggest weirdos he can find.

"Grab the boy- NOT INAPPROPRIATELY >:("

i love his crayon maps/plans

Oh my god weasel im not telling you anything ever again you snitch (same dude, cable is terrifying)

After crying over the love he has for his new team (x force) Wade confirms that he spent 10 years in special forces.

I love how supportive wade is with Peter despite him just being a normal dude only for him to immediately die LMAO

He just cassually lets his impulse win in which he steals a moped.

Oh i just noticed Dominos vitiligo. I always loved vitiligo charaters. Theyre so unique and barley ever given movie roles. Like why not?? Why wouldnt you want someone so beautiful? Im pretty sure she just has make up but it would be cool if not.

Something else is that cable just starts yeeting criminals out onto the street lol

"Theres nothing I cant kill" Let me intorduce you to the man whos on a constant road to dying but can never actually get there.

Im assuming cable wants to kill russel because he unleashes a big bad guy or something.

*cassually snaps neck back into place* Oh god that hurt!

Oh I was right! It was Juggernaut :)

Wade: *gets excited about being PHYSICALLY ripped in half*

"Rub my legs mama 🥺 I got growing pains"

"Oh noo! No no no Dp not again!" We love you Dopinder. Do not ever stop caring. "This shits happened before!?" Yes weasel. Sometimes your friends get ripped in half. Get used to it.

Wade just moves her gun to the right position.

Wade talking about saving russel is so serious that it makes you forget that he has a tiny baby ass rn. I couldn't make a deal with someone woth tiny baby legs... just... no. Not to mention that those baby legs are made of cancer.

"50 years from now you're super fucking dead"

Wade standing outside of the xmen mansion with his phone and a picture of a boom box playing music for Colossus to come outside and help him save russel is something i can see happening to Logan. They have a fight and he storms off to the mansion only for wade to stand outside like that.

"Hi Wade🎀✨️" "Hi Yukio!🥹 you guys make a super cute couple 😊 where was I? 🤨"

"So you wear a helmet so your brother cant read your mind?" "Yeaaahh" average kid conversations.

"Lets fuck some shit up is my legal middle name"

Okay sir edgelord.

Apprently wade has a gluten sensitivity

What is it with wade and metal men??? My man has a type.

"Im just gonna use this brick and maximum effort" Same wade. Same.

Yaayy!! Go yukio! Eveyone loves yukio.

"Thats how we do it in mother russia" What? Shoving an electrical cable up their ass and then put them in a pool? Damn. Ok.

That "I never should have never left you in that prison" with the hug? Man hed be a decent dad I think.

"Dont be ive been trying to make this happen for awhile" okay someone supervise him 24/7. Hes on the active watch list.

Wade: *is dying* Hi Yukio :D

Yukio: Hi wade :)

"R-dog" Oh my god hes too cute.

Them carrying the racist joke all the way til the end made me cringe but that was the point.

His last words being "do you wanna build a snow man?" Is such a deadpool thing.

I was NOT expecting to cry at the end of this stupid ass movie, AGAIN

"Dont fuck colossus" VANESSA KNEW

THE FUCKING COIN

"Is there a knife in my dick?" "There's a knife in your dick."

Oh I just didn't even notice she has heterochromancia! <3 Aahh!!

PFFT DOPINDERS SECOND CONFIRMED KILL

"WERE DEFINITELY NAMINF OUR KID CHER"

"Dont scratch!" *shoots himself 8 times* "Love you! Bye."

Wolverine: ???

[awkward-walking-potato]

Yayy!! Requests!! Okay I don’t know if you’ve seen Stranger Things or not, so I’ll just rapid explain what I’m thinking of.

Deadpool x reader where it’s enemies to lovers. They are in the car (I see Wade being a passenger princess, so I like to imagine the reader is the one driving… your choice obvi), and they are in a full-fledged argument. Just completely bashing one another, insane insults… stuff like that. And then, Logan in the back seat is slowly losing his mind over the idiocy of these two (I like to imagine Peter sitting next to him too like in his own little world, drinking a juice box or something) before he just snaps and basically tells them what that bartender said when Wade went to recruit him earlier.

Hopefully this sparks some inspo 😁✨ if not that’s totally okay!!

(If you haven’t seen the show or the scene I’m talking about… I do highly recommend at least watching the clip. It’s actually very entertaining)

Insults on Wheels

The roar of the engine was loud enough to wake the dead, but it was nothing compared to the verbal onslaught happening in the front seat.

“You seriously think you’re the brains of this operation?” you snapped, eyes flicking between the road and the insufferable man beside you. “Your idea of strategy is just shooting everyone and hoping one of them was the bad guy!”

“Oh please,” Wade shot back, adjusting his seat like the passenger princess he was. “At least I do something! What’s your grand plan? Give the bad guys a stern talking-to? Maybe knit them a cozy sweater to show you mean business?”

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to swerve into oncoming traffic. “You know what, Wade? Maybe if you spent half as much time actually fighting as you do running your mouth, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Right, because your brilliant move of not hitting the gas when we had the chance really paid off, huh?” Wade said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Next time, how about you just let me drive? You can stick to doing what you do best—nothing.”

“Oh, you think you could drive this car better?” you scoffed. “Last time you tried, you almost got us both killed because you were too busy checking yourself out in the rearview mirror!”

“That was one time!” Wade defended himself, slapping his hand on the dashboard. “And I looked great!”

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Logan sat with his arms crossed, a permanent scowl etched on his face. His knuckles were turning white as he clutched the seat, every muscle in his body tense. Next to him, Peter was entirely oblivious, sipping on a juice box, staring out the window as if this was the most normal day in the world.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you snapped, shooting Wade a death glare.

“Impossible? Sweetheart, I’m the full package—brains, brawn, and a sense of humor. It’s not my fault you’re too dense to appreciate it.”

Before you could fire back, Logan let out a low growl, a warning sign that he was about to lose it.

But Wade, being Wade, just kept pushing. “You should be thanking me. Without me, you’d be—”

“DEAD! We know! You never shut up about it!” you interrupted, your patience wearing thin.

“Oh, and you’re so modest, aren’t you? Let me guess, it was your plan that got us into this mess?”

“That’s because someone had to think things through!”

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so—”

Logan finally snapped. “ENOUGH!” he roared, making both you and Wade jump in your seats.

Dead silence filled the car. Even Peter stopped sipping his juice box, eyes wide as he turned to look at Logan.

“I swear to God,” Logan growled, leaning forward between the seats. “If I have to listen to one more second of this bullshit, I’m gonna pop my claws and end this car ride for good. You two wanna keep arguing, be my guest. But I’ll tell you what Weasel said when Wade tried recruiting me: ‘You two are so full of crap, you’re practically fertilizer. Now either kiss and make up or get the hell out of my bar!’”

You blinked, stunned into silence. Wade, for once, had nothing to say.

“And for the record,” Logan added, his voice a low rumble, “You both suck at driving.”

The car was quiet after that, the tension still thick but muted by Logan’s outburst. You and Wade exchanged glances, both of you too stubborn to apologize but too shocked to continue the fight.

Peter went back to his juice box, the sound of his slurping the only noise in the now eerily silent vehicle.

Finally, Wade broke the silence. “So… does this mean we’re not stopping for chimichangas?”

“Shut up, Wade,” you both said in unison, and for the first time, there was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

Maybe Logan was right. Maybe you were both full of crap. But you had to admit, the arguing was kind of fun.

[shyartsancrafter]

Imagine a Steddie AU but deadpool. Like it could be played 2 ways Steve = Deadpool and Eddie = Weasel (the bartender) or vice versa ! It would be so fun OR

Steve is Deadpool, Robin is the bartender and Eddie is the love interest

[anxiousnerdwritings]

okay but Wade and Venessa would be the only ones that actually treated Mutant!Reader like a person

yeah, sometimes Wade can get a bit carried away but when does Wade not get a bit carried away? and Venessa is always there to reign him in so he doesn’t push the reader away like the x-men or the avengers did

and you know it just pains them see the three of them forming a real familial bond in some random run down house with Blind Al and occasionally Dopinder or Weasel whilst they’re all spying from various windows or bushes because the reader’s powers keep them at a healthy distance

The X-men and the Avengers just being completely perplexed with the fact that the Reader would willingly stay with Deadpool. Like, what are they doing wrong for the Reader not to like them? Meanwhile, Wade and Vanessa being pretty chill and overall good parents to the Reader, giving them space and not smothering them like the X-men and Avengers had. Sure Wade goes over the top more times then not but that’s just how he is and honestly the Reader kinda digs his chaotic personality.

I could see Wade allowing Domino and Cable to be the Reader’s aunt and uncle respectively. Just imagining the X-men spying on the Reader with Wade and Vanessa only to see Domino and Cable pull up, being happily let into the family’s makeshift home and made a part of the family is so frustrating and disheartening for the X-men to watch.

This may be enough to have the X-men and Avengers desperately willing to compromise and work together to get the Reader back. If the Reader’s powers are keeping them from being able to go near them whatsoever then they’ll just have to find a way to work around that, won’t they?

Also, Wade is very well aware of the fact that the X-men and Avengers are camped outside his little abode and he loves shoving it down their throats that their bby is all his now. He makes sure they have a front row seat to the affection and family antics that goes on, seeing exactly what their missing out on and probably will never get (unless maybe the Reader is able to be brainwashed or mind controlled to some degree).

[yanteetle]

Recently come across ur page and fell in love I kid u not. Anyways

I'm just imagining a y/n or s/o who is like Deadpool

They say the most random shit and are so chaotic but when they realise that the turtles are serious their like

"Oh, y'all really do want a piece of this ass"

But their so experienced in fighting and the turtles are like

"WHAT THE F**K"

(Sorry I'm not very good at describing things today, I was at a party last night and my mind is still in a daze lmao love your blog❤❤❤)

Dude how did you know deadpool's one of my favourite characters- on a side note, the turtles would be so pissed when they find out about y/n's fighting prowess and will eventually resort to using more... unsavory methods to capture y/n. I also personally feel like the turtles more likely to fall for a deadpool-ish y/n would either be Mikey or Leo, but possibly Raph as well. You might side-eye me for choosing Raph as one of the options, but hear me out;

Raph would definitely enjoy the challenge of sparring with someone who has a strong fighting prowess, and it only makes it more entertaining when y/n's goofy side comes into play. Their random quips and chaotic demeanor definitely livens things up during a typically more serious and intense battle, and he likes it. Let's just hope it stays that way.

Leo would most definitely enjoy y/n's chaotic side, probably because it would fit in seamlessly to his more playful and carefree personality. I imagine the prank wars the both of them would start could never compare to the ones he and his brothers have. And that says a lot about those prank wars, knowing how wacky and chaotic they can be :) Although, I doubt it'll feel too much like a prank war when he starts busting out the restraints..

Mikey is pretty obvious though, I imagine he'd slowly but surely start admiring y/n's fighting prowess and it would only worsen his obsession with them. Considering how much of a loose cannon he can be, He'd either try to battle y/n out of nowhere and try to gain an upper hand on them, or try to weasel their way into y/n's arms (or heart, either is good) by using his youngest child privilege and sweet endearing personality :D

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Blazed (Smoking Weed is Gay) (16830 words) by GreendaleHumanBeing Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man/Deadpool - Joe Kelly (Comics), Deadpool - All Media Types, Deadpool (Comics), Spider-Man (Comicverse), Deadpool (Movieverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Past Gwen Stacy/Mary Jane Watson Characters: Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Johnny Storm, Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, Weasel, Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Aunt May, May Parker (Spider-Man) Additional Tags: Bisexual Peter Parker, Stoner Peter Parker, Recreational Drug Use, Weed, So much oui'd y'all, John Waters references, Wade Loves John Waters, Burnt Out Peter Parker, Peter is like 26, ACAB, Twilight References, Banter, God so much banter, Kissing, Texting, Gratuitous Emojis, Bisexual Gwen, Nosy MJ, Capitalism sucks, Shitty Day Job, Sister Margret's is Hellhouse, Merc Bar, Weasel is perpetually stoned, Can you imagine how many weed strains are probably named after avengers here omg, Johnny Storm is a good dude, Bisexual MJ, Gwen Stacy Lives, Brunch, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, leftist peter parker, I'd give it all for MJ and Gwen, Tony Stark Has Issues, Tony Stark Is Not Helping, Tony Stark Is A Dick, Sexting, Finally some horny stuff, some angst too, Angst, Peter Sulks, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Stoner Aunt May, She's finally here, Peter Parker Loves Wade Wilson, Insecure Wade Wilson, More weed smoking, Gwen's GF reveal, John Waters, twilight - Freeform Summary:

Peter is burnt out. Wade has been watching a lot of cult classics. Everyone tells them they're in love. Five times these fucking nerds smoke weed together.

Peter’s high is fading into a disgruntled sleepiness. Does Johnny not understand simple math? Peter is a washed-up hero disenchanted by even being a hero by night. He hustles to make it up to communities affected by his past reckless hero-ing. And the rest of the time he’s a washed-up grad student turned line-cook. Smoking weed at the end of long days wondering how long he can keep up. Why would anyone waste their time with him romantically? Even Peter doesn’t like wasting time with himself.

Johnny actually has the gall to turn around and glare at Peter before turning back to his phone.

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(Since I've written this fic about two years ago, it's gotten a lot of traction lately! So much so that I'm working on aa sequel rn :) I just wanted to share this news w. the COMMUNITY as a whole <3)

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DEADPOOL character Dopinder is based on Ryan Reynolds' childhood friend who met a tragic end

There are some great recurring characters in the Dead Pool franchises, including Blind Al, starring Leslie Uggams; Weasel, played by TJ Miller; and Deadpool’s taxi buddy Dopinder, played by Karan Soni. The character of Dopinder was not created only by the minds of the creators of the comics or films, or even by the imagination of Ryan Reynoldsbut is based on a real person in Reynolds’ past. The…

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T.J. Miller Says Ryan Reynolds Hates Him Wont Work with Him Again

T.J. Miller Says Ryan Reynolds Hates Him, Won’t Work with Him Again https://ift.tt/cCYQqFh Ryan Reynolds despises his one-time costar T.J. Miller — at least according to T.J. Miller … who’s kinda giving the guy even more cause to not like him after these spicy remarks. The ex-‘Deadpool’ star sat down for a chat on ‘The Adam Corolla Show’ — where he revealed part of the reason why he believes he might not be in the forthcoming second sequel (aka, ‘Deadpool 3’) and, in his eyes, it all has to do with RR hating his guts for some reason. He recounted a story in which he claims Ryan berated him during the filming of a scene in one of the first 2 films. He says Ryan, playing Wade/Deadpool, improvised some super mean lines while addressing him in character as Weasel … but TJM thinks he was actually just operating under the guise of acting to take some pot shots at him personally. Miller says Ryan, as Deadpool, told him/Weasel that no one really liked him and that he wasn’t funny … and that he only served as temporary comedic relief that nobody (including the audience) cared about … basically calling him unnecessary for ‘Deadpool’ at large. It was a pretty awkward exchange, so says T.J. — who claims the crew was just as stunned by the on-set teardown which felt very real. Since then, he says, his relationship with Ryan has soured — and, obviously, it has with the studio since he isn’t going to be in ‘DP3.’ But the way T.J. frames it here … he makes it seem like he’s the one who wants nothing to do with Ryan — saying he wouldn’t work with him ever again, going on to openly wonder why he dislikes him so much … and going further by suggesting RR was jealous/insecure. T.J. has a lot to say about what he perceives as flaws in Ryan’s character … especially as he got incredibly more famous with the Deadpool gig. He even makes some observations about Blake Lively and their image — or “brand,” as he and his pals call it — as a couple. It should be noted … right as ‘Deadpool 2’ was coming out, Miller was dealing with very serious sexual misconduct allegations, which he denied. Still, you gotta imagine that may have played a part in either Ry and/or studio heads weighing his future involvement. Hard keeping my mouth sewn shut about this one. pic.twitter.com/OdV7JmAkEu — Ryan Reynolds (@VancityReynolds) September 27, 2022 @VancityReynolds While T.J. is obviously out of the franchise … a new face is being brought in with a lot fanfare. Hugh Jackman, of all people, is reprising his role as Wolverine — which we’re sure will satisfy fans in the wake of Weasel’s absence. No love lost here, it seems. The post T.J. Miller Says Ryan Reynolds Hates Him, Won’t Work with Him Again first appeared on Suave Media. Tags and categories: Uncategorized via WordPress https://ift.tt/BjK4NlV October 09, 2022 at 01:23AM

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Title: Ashes

Fandom(s): Deadpool, MCU

Relationship(s): Wade x Vanessa. Vanessa & reader. Wade & Weasel. Weasel x reader.

Request: And probs a fluffy for Weasel like she's and assassin and has to go by the bar for a one of those cards for a job and they flirt a little and wade teases them both???

Requester: @keya168

Summary: Family is not about blood. It’s about who’s willing to hold your hand when you need it most.

Warning(s): Spoilers only if you haven’t watched the first Deadpool, mild violence and a flashback scene

Weasel has been at the front of my dome since I saw DP 2. Just that one scene he was in resonated with me so hard while making me laugh. He’s a cutie, a nerdy sarcastic funny cutie. 

So, my soulmate. 

Part One

You’d expected Vanessa and Wade’s relationship to crash and burn quickly, like so many of them had (Sorry, ‘Ness, you know it’s truth though). Wade is an idiot and... Well, you had more mean things to say about the guy but the overwhelming amount made your brain hurt then crash. 

Back on topic.

You hadn’t thought much of Wade, but at the least he wasn’t like Vanessa’s more violent exes who tried to jump on her, expecting her to sit there and take it. Damsel in distress certainly ain’t in her blood. 

That’s how you and she met actually...

|| F L A S B A C K 

October 23, 2014 ||

‘I’ve been waiting on this douchebag to come outside for the past thirty minutes.’ Sipping on your pumpkin spice iced tea, a cronut half eaten sat untouched on the plate next to your elbow. Idly, you tapped your finger on the table, swiping through the messages left unchecked in your e-mail account, which sad to say, weren’t many. 

“Ma’am, would you like a refill?”

Smiling, you nodded, “Yes, please.” 

While the waiter took the glass from you after you removed the straw, your gaze casually looks out the window of the cafe to the building across the street. There’s a couple, a male and female, arguing. The guy is gesturing and pointing his finger in the woman’s face while she’s got a hand thrust out in front of her, dismissing him. Passerby walk around the duo, unwilling to get caught up in the drama. 

And really, you should look away now, as this isn’t your business. 

Except just as you go to do that, you catch sight of him grabbing her by the nape of her neck, making her look at him. Your fingers still on the table momentarily, only to start drumming again.

‘This isn’t my business. It isn’t.’ Yet your eyes don’t leave the scene. You watch as the woman throws the man’s hand off with a bit of difficulty and shoves at his chest, eyes wild and wide and challenging. ‘Don’t do that. Just walk away. Just walk away.’ The man shoved her back, hard, nearly throwing her off her feet and into a man in a business suit. ‘Yes! Speak up, do something!’ Only you’re let down when the businessman is intimidated and scurries away, leaving the woman to fend for herself. 

“Ma’am, I’m back with your drink.” 

Smiling again, you glance at him from underneath your lashes, “I’m sorry to be a bother, honey, but can I ask you a teeny-tiny favor?”

The waiter blinked at you. “E-Ehm, y-yeah, I mean, of course.” 

“Hold this table for me til I get back, ‘kay? Ten minutes, tops.”

“Sure.” 

You slid out of your seat, patting his shoulder while grabbing your refilled drink in hand. Opening the doors of the cafe and walked across the street. You see the guy had a fistful of the lady’s hair and he was scolding her for ‘making him act so crazy’ and it boiled your blood. “Hey.”

“Wha--?!” You threw the entire contents of the cup in his face. He let out an enraged scream, releasing the woman’s hair as he swiped at his eyes. The woman kicked him between the legs and you took the opportunity to knock him straight the fuck out with a right hook. 

“Thanks. I had it covered but, yea, thanks.” Running both hands through her hair, she smiled, seemingly not at all rattled by her experience. 

Pursing your lips, you held a hand up in a ‘okay then’ manner. “Girls gotta stick together though, right?”

She cracked a smile. “Right. Again, thanks.” There’s a tiny pause before she slapped her fist into an open palm. “Gee, I’m rude. Vanessa Carlysle.” And then she, Vanessa, offered her hand for a shake. 

“Y/N.” You reach out and shake her offered hand. 

|| E n d F l a s h b a c k ||

It’d be instant bonding at first fight. A sisterhood, only without the whole wearing the same pants because that was gross as fuck, and just no. 

Anywho!

You had never told her exactly what you did for a living, which, is kill people, which in hindsight sounds horrible, you’re not a serial killer, you’re an assassin. Arguably one of the best of your kind, on par with the Black Widow and the Winter Soldier, though you wouldn’t go around saying that aloud because it just sounded arrogant. 

And badass.

Okay, so you’re actually a little arrogant, but can you blamed? 

Back on topic, back on topic. Stop losing the plot. 

You were so great at what you did that the person, or rather, people, who contracted you regularly, didn’t need your skills anymore. Isn’t that a crock of shit? You’d killed so many people and done it so well, no one wanted to hire you. No matter how many times you changed the way it’s said, it still sounded like utter bullshit to you. Bills had to be paid though and you wasn’t no nine-to-five, working type of girl. 

You sent out some feelers, yet only recently had one of your associates told you about Sister Margaret’s. And so here you are, in this seedy bar that smelled of blood, faintly of urine and sweat, and bad decisions. 

So, in other words, you felt right at home!

“Hello.” Grabbing the nearest available stool, you took a seat. Beaming at the patron next to you who gave you an annoyed huff then turned back to his drink. ‘Rude.’ 

“Hi, can I get a shot of whiskey, please?”

“Yeah, hang on a sec...” The guy turned around.

And whoops, he’s cute. Not exactly ‘sexy’ but handsome in that boy next door type of way, if the boy liked Naruto and DBZ, you were perhaps stereotyping due to the glasses. 

Not that the glasses were a turn off, in fact it was a turn on. 

“Here’s your shot of whiskey.” 

“Thank you, cutie.” Yes, technically, you’re here on business and supposed to be talking to the owner of this place, but who says you can’t have a little flirty flirt in the mean time. 

“‘Cutie’,” he snorted, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think I’ve been called that since seventh grade.”

You place a hand over your heart, as if wounded. “Ooh, that stings.” The bartender shrugged, leaning forward, rag thrown over his right shoulder. “I see how it is, Merlin.” His lips quirked. “Tell me if I’m getting warmer to a nickname that you like, Newton.” He shook his head. “JB?” He made a ‘so-so’ gesture. “XL?”

“Now you’ve got the right idea.” The guy smirked, amused. 

About to ask if he had the goods to back up carrying such a name, you’re surprised when someone sits down heavily on a stool opposite you. “O.M.G. is little Weasel about to graduate to the big leagues and get his freak on with--” He turned and his raucous smile fell.

“Y/N?!”

“Wade?” Your voice rose a decibel and then it clicked. “Wait, Weasel?”

“Wait, you two know e...” And then it clicked for him. “No way, you’re Y/N, the one always taking potshots at this sasquatch lookin’ motherfucker?”

“Uh, excuse the fucktabulous out of you.” Wade stated with a ‘wtf?’ expression. 

“Oh, this is too good, you deal with this dickbag on the regular? Teach me your tricks. My head feels like it’s going to explode talking to him.” 

“It’s easy. Just tune out the stupid and you occasionally get left with the other shit.”

“Aww, no.” You pout.

“Yeah, unfortunately it is so.” Weasel nodded sympathetically. 

“Are you two listening to me?”

“Did you hear something?” You raised an eyebrow. “I think someone just broke wind. Quick, cover your nose and ears, it’s a long one but it’ll pass.” Weasel played along. 

Eventually, Wade gets the hint to go away, or at least, he goes away to ‘find new friends’ and you and Weasel are left alone to talk and flirt, and when you ask, he gives you two cards; one with his number, the other with a hit.

Cha-ching! Back in business, baby. 

[all-about-spideypool]

Weasel: What does 'take out' mean?

Deadpool: Food.

Daredevil: Dating.

Punisher: Murder.

Spiderman: If you're a praying mantis, it could be all three.

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

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

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Weasel/OFC

WORD COUNT: 535

WARNINGS: threat of gun violence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Weasel: Anything is a dildo if you're brave enough...

Wade: *looks at katanas*

Weasel: Wade no-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Deadpool Preference | How They Cuddle

requested by: anon warnings: NO SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL 2, cutes. the following includes Wade, Weasel, Dopinder and Vanessa.

Brooke worked really hard on these, so please don’t be shy to drop us a comment if you like it! 

Wade Wilson

Wade is an enthusiastic hugger. He likes to pull you in close and breathe in your scent, as though he could somehow absorb you into himself. He has this sweet habit of nuzzling his face into your neck, where he’s as likely to blow a fat, wet raspberry on it as he is to kiss it. Wade prefers to keep you as close to him as he can, where he knows you’ll be safe. His hugs are strong and protective and smell variously of spice and smoke or blood and sweat.

When he snuggles, like every other area of his life, Wade goes all-in. He reminds you of some face-hugging alien or some such, as he envelops you in his arms and then flops half on top of you, his legs getting in on the action, too, until you’re a mess of limbs and skin and cuddly goodness. He doesn’t care if your hair is in his face or his arm falls asleep. He’s quite content to lie there, whispering dirty jokes and bad puns in your ear, until you drift off to sleep together.

Weasel

Weasel is a lazy hugger. He’s not overly enthused about physical contact, but he’s not opposed to it. He’ll gladly throw his arm around your shoulders as he introduces you to his buddies, dropping a kiss on your head as you scoot off behind the bar, and he’ll always welcome a hug if you want one, but he’s not the clingy sort. He respects your space and values his own.

It’s a similar story when it comes to snuggling; Weasel doesn’t mind if you want to curl up with your head on his chest at night, but you rarely find him coming to you for that. That’s not to say that he’s bad at it; he has figured out just how to do it so that no one’s arms fall asleep, and he can spend patient hours holding you, running his fingers through your hair.

Dopinder

Dopinder is an awkward hugger. He hasn’t really had a lot of romance or closeness in his life, except maybe with his mother. Wade keeps telling him to just relax and do what comes naturally, but unfortunately for Dopinder, what comes naturally is… just… awkward. The first few times you hug him -- and you always make the first move -- it’s rather like hugging a mannequin of some kind; he doesn’t quite know what to do with his arms, and afraid of doing the wrong thing, he kind of ends up just standing there, maybe patting your arm from some strange angle.

Luckily, Dopinder takes direction fairly well, as long as you’re patient and precise with him. The more time you spend with him, the more comfortable he becomes, until he’s quite content sitting beside you on the couch, an arm around you, watching Frozen.

Vanessa

Vanessa is a sweet hugger. Her hugs are soft and warm and comforting and make you feel the strangest combination of safety and complete vulnerability. She never lets go of a hug first; she always holds you exactly as long as you need it. If her hair is down when she hugs you, your nose is filled with a delicious scent that is uniquely Vanessa. It sweeps you up and transports you to other worlds. When her hair is up, your noses find each other’s necks and the skin-to-skin contact almost gets you high.

Cuddles with Vanessa are out of this world. It seems like no matter how you position yourselves, her body molds perfectly to your own. She likes to lie facing you, her eyes locked on yours, your noses almost touching, her hand playing with the soft little hairs behind your ear. She’s not without her silly moments, though, despite her often practical and sweet demeanor. She knows every one of your ticklish spots, and takes great delight in attacking them just as you’re about to drift off to sleep. She laughs at least as hard as you do every time.

written by: brooke

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

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

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

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

“They did it again!”

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