#betteroffdeadpool

"Wow, Darcy wants to peg someone. How interesting I find this, for no particular reason."

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∞ - Pinning their hands by their head.

After a late night Rachael had gotten Wade to agree to her crashing at his place since it was closer and he couldn’t send her away in her tipsy state.  She had offered to take the couch but they were both adults so sleeping in the same bed wouldn’t be a problem.  At least they lied to themselves by saying this over and over again.

Rachael was curled up against his chest sleeping when she began to wiggle and squirm.  Rather lewd noises left her lips.  She groaned softly before she tilted her head.  She was jolted away when she felt her wrists being pinned above her head.  She blinked slowly as she looked up at Wade.  He hadn’t done anything while she was under the influence but she wasn’t now.

“Ya jus gonna stare at me big boy or do I get a kiss?”

“Ain’t gotta lie to hit it, Wade.”

Literally Wade

Of course it’s Literally Wade.

For every ♠ I receive, I will post a headcanon about my muse!

1) Darcy doesn’t carry a purse, she carries a messenger bag like the fucking nerd she is. If she doesn’t have her messenger bag, all of her shit is carried in her pockets.

“Are you gonna keep the mask on again? Because I literally just brushed my teeth and that thing has like...all sorts of gross stuff on it. When was the last time you even washed it?”

But she’s grinning up at him, one hand rising to tap the corner of her mouth.

💘 …because they suddenly realized how much they love (romantically and/or platonically) my muse

Kissing a mask is awkward and uncomfortable under the best of circumstances, but Darcy is kind of drunk and kind of confused and she’s not exactly sure what’s going on. After all, the last time Darcy had seen good ol’ Pool? He’d rejected her like her classic novel namesake. Cold.The whole it’s not you, it’s me shindig. I’ll turn you into something bad.

So, ultimately? Darcy knows she should stop him. He doesn’t want her and it’s been two years and she’s drunk and sad and he’s probably just...whatever he is. She never could figure out his motivation behind anything. 

"It's finally happening!" Kaos was always energetic, but her pacing now was somehow more erratic than usual. Didn't help that she'd just popped in to visit Deadpool and ramble, barely listening to him or looking around, leading her to stumble over an errant piece of furniture or weapon more than once.

"I always hoped I could restore Hyrule, but I thought it'd take millenia. Now, it's so close to supporting life and I..." Kaos made gripping motions as she walked, as if trying to reach an answer. "I don't know what to do. I dreamed of a reborn Hyrule that could be a home for those who've lost their world and I don't know where to start."

Her wanderings and ramblings finally led her to a shelf where Kaos toyed with a mouthless action figure. "How can I decide how Hyrule will be when I couldn't protect it in the first place?" Deadpool may as well have not been there for all Kaos was listening to him, her mind racing with doubt and possibilities. She didn't even notice he was moving in close.

"Plants, animals, buildings, rules, I can't be trusted to figure that stuff out, I'm chaos, I'm just a scout, I already failed Hyrule once I can't-why are you taking off your mask-mmf!" Kaos dropped the action figure.

What was happening? Wade was kissing her? They were kissing!! No one had ever kissed her like this before. The way his hand gently angled her jaw up, the feel of his scarred lips, the heat and closeness of his body...Kaos had kissed for fun and for missions before. This was something else.