RANDOM x FTM!READER

0.3: ' Deadpool / Wade Wilson '

Title: God, I love you!
Pairing: Deadpool / Wade Wilson x ftm!reader
Genre: fluff
Spoilers?: no
Warnings: swear words (ig?) and sexual intentions near the end
Requested: no

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"Come on, Wade! Hurry the fuck up- god you are slow," you yelled out to the merc, running backwards a little bit to where Wade l stood. "Despite what you think, I can take full care of myself. Thank you very much," he responded with a small bow. "You have a bullet wound up your ass. That says a lot." Wade groaned in annoyance before walking with you in silence. You glanced at Wade. There wasn't much if a reason for it - well...there was. You had a crush on the one and only merc with a mouth. I feel like you saw that one coming, though...considering you are reading this right now. Has anyone ever told you how bad of a taste in men you have? Like god it's shit- anyway! You had a crush on Wade, after spending a lot of time with him. You know the whole 'i ain't never seen two pretty best friends' thing? Well, in this friendship....Wade was still the pretty friend. No one is prettier than the guy who looks like an avocado had hate sex with another much older avocado. That's simply fact.

"I might as well just move into your apartment! I'm there like all the time," Wade joked as he skipped along in front of you, though there was some seriousness. "Living with you would be like I'm in my own reality TV show," You laughed, though you were considering it. You paused for moment, "But you can move in if you want to." Wade stopped skipping and stared at you for a moment. "You sure?" He asked quickly. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, that's the last thing he ever wants to do. "Yeah, why not?" You grinned as Wade quickly ran to go to your apartment building.

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"So, how much would rent be?" Wade asked as he flopped down on the couch, still in his Deadpool outfit. "You could stay for free? You don't get much money anyway," you responded, sitting down next to him. "God, I love you!" Wade exclaimed as he turned dramatically to hug you. Instead of hugging back, you froze. Sure, a lot of best friends said 'I love you' in a platonic way but this was the first time Wade had actually said it, without it being a joke like it normally was, who ch was whenever you said you hated him. He would always respond with 'I love you too, hotstuff' or something along those lines. A red dusted your cheeks as you looked at Wade, who was still hugging you, your heart going a million times faster. Wade got up and began to strech and paused for a moment. "Sorry, babe. That came out of no where," he apologized, still calling you petnames, which honestly? Made things worse. "You guys, stop it. Go clean your rooms or something. Why are you reading this?" Wade asked, pointing in front of you two.

A sudden burst, a very small amount, of confidence rushed through you as you turned to face Wade fully. "Wade Wilson," you began slowly, causing him to look at you. "Am I in trouble?" Wade asked, but you ignored him. "After all the time I spent with you, I may or may not have caught feelings depending on your reaction to this. I also know that if I did like you, that you may not like me back considering the whole being 'born female which means I am quite literally a dickless guy' thing." Wade looked at you in silence. After about an awkward 3 minutes, Wade moved quickly onto your lap causing you to go even redder in the face. "You do not realise how long I've been waiting for you to say something like that, sweetheart," He said before lifting his mask up a bit, just for his mouth to be visable, before capturing you in a kiss.

You were stunned for a moment, processing what was going on, before kissing him back. He put his on your face, while you put yours on his waist, deepening the kiss. After a couple seconds you broke the kiss for air, much to your disappointment. "So you-" "Yes, I like you back. Was kissing you not enough to know? Do you need me to fuck you or something?" Wade joked, cutting you off. "I mean..I'm not complaining," you replied. A silence fell upon you too, with you both looking at each other. It didn't last lony, considering you both went right back to making out in almost an instant.

And with that, you can fill in the blank my lovely reader. But question, why on the poor ol' couch? What did that thing do to you, you perverted son of a bitch?