#wade winston wilson headcanons

[softfem-dom]

hi!! Could you do a Deadpool x Reader, where Wade walks in on reader self h4rming? (It's completely okay if not! Do wtv makes you comfortable :D) Lots of comfort, and fluff please!!

not paper

deadpoolxgnreader

a/n : why of course I can sweetheart! <33 I'm totally comfortable with writting about this in case anyone wants to send in a req like this one

wc : 1.4k

S4LF H4RM TW! , SH DESCRIPTION , FLUFF COMFORT , PLATONIC! . soft!deadpool . post d&w!deadpool . r lives with deadpool and wolverine.

The feeling of being a stranger in your own body wasn't new to you. No, it was a recurring —excruciating— ache that settled deep within your bones, bones that didn't feel yours.

Ever since you had been sent to the void things had taken a darker turn. You were young, and now all of your dreams for life were long-gone and destroyed because of the desertic setting that you had been teleported to by the TVA.

You had stopped wondering why they had sent you here a very long time ago. Simply focused on surviving Cassandra and her strange smoke-y pet.

Or that was until two strangers, one Deadpool —another one— and one Wolverine had been teleported. You had found them in a blood-covered and distroyed Honda Oddyssey that looked way too similar to Nicepool's car.

Well, in summary, those two dudes had managed to get themselves and you out of that horrible cage for failed attempts at characters that nobody remembered anymore.

That was what your mind focused on most days. You had been sent to the void because nobody remembered you anymore, because nobody loved you enough for your departure to be significant, because you didn't raise the numbers, simply because you weren't important enough.

You sometimes wished you had been a teen idle. Would they have remembered you if you had gotten the prom queen title?

Wasn't youth supposed to be beautiful?

You were living with Wade, Logan and Mary Puppins in Blind Al's appartment. Had been living with them for a while, but it maybe was the first time you had been truly alone in here.

Blind Al had bingo night, Logan was off drinking in the bar down the street, and Wade was walking Dogpool. You were alone.

You didn't like the silence that had settled on the lived-in appartment. Didn't like how still everything was. How everything had it's place in the appartment yet it felt as if you were just a piece of a different puzzle kept in the same box.

You were very conscious of your heartbeat —feeling each thump against your ribs. You could feel the way it's rythmic started to sped up little by little for the longer you stayed in silence.

You recognised the dull feeling starting to claw low at your gut, creeping up until it got a grip of your stomach —almost making you feel queasy. Until it reached your heart.

And squeezed.

And with that you were back with the same energy buzzing low beneath your skin, with your brain slowly starting to whisper things —harmful things. In your ear.

You were sitting on the couch, facing the TV yet there was no show on. The screen as black as the void starting to grow within you.

Your eyes dipped low to the exposed skin of your legs, there were a few fading purple bruises on your skin —like accidental splatters of paint on an empty canvas. You had managed to pass them as accidental bumps against furniture, nobody had pondered if the hits had been pruposeful.

And at that you were suddenly on your feet, driven by an anxiety that didn't quite seem fitting or yours. As if something bad would happen if you didn't do as your brain was telling you to.

Nobody was home. It was okay. Nobody was home. Nobody would see. It would be okay.

Before you even knew what you were doing, processing what you were doing, your hand was around the handle of the kitchen uttilery drawer. You pulled, the clinking sound of metal from spoons and forks sounding distant —as if underwater.

Then, you were sitting on the floor, back against the kitchen table and knife in your hands. You traced the sharp blade against your skin, not quite cutting yet, the cold making gosebumps grow on your skin.

And then you sliced.

You could feel the stinging of your skin breaking under the blade, but you didn't care. It was a need to do it, you didn't even stop when the metallic scent of blood whafted into your nostrils, nor when the red started to taint your skin.

Your hands were shaking. You were shaking. Driven by an anxiety that wasn't quite real, feeling trapped in a body that wasn't quite yours, feeling the pain that didn't feel real enough.

You just stopped when you heard a startled gasp from behind you.

Just like that the knife —bloodstained. Was on the floor, the clinking sound echoing in the kitchen. Eyes wide and head snaping to see who it was at the door.

Being met with Wade standing there, still with his Deadpool suit on, staring right at you with the white in his mask's eyes wide.

The man saw the way your hand reached behind you, finding support on the cold floor, and he catched onto the clear signal that you were about to flee.

"hey—hey hey, no. None of that, no." his voice was firm, stern, acting in control even if he didn't have a fucking clue on what was going on. "oh god, does the writer want me to have a heart attack or something? gezz-"

He muttered some words under his breath as he quickly tugged off his red mask, walking over to where you were sitting and crouching right infront of you with a strained smile. Talking to you right now was going to be like talking to stray dog, right?

"okay, give me the knife, pumpkin', c'mon"

He stretched out his palm, making a grabing motion for visual, as he stared at you expectingly. You were far too confused and equally scared of his reaction to protest right now, so you simply reached for the bloody knife and placed it on his open palm with shaky hands. "alright, good, very good" he hummed.

Then, he was uncrouching for a small second to place the knife on top of the table before crouching down and this time actually sitting next to you on the floor.

"now, c'mere sweetums" he whispered before he opened his arms and pulled you into a hug. His gloved hand on the back of your head, fully enveloping you with his body.

When his warmth surrounded you, it was as if that stupid fog that had been clouding your mind all day —that numbness— had dissipated, and you felt yourself choking on a sob before starting to cry in his arms.

He held you all the way through, craddling you and whispering gentle praises in your ear. His voice was softer than usual, gentler, and without a single sexual innuendo.

It was odd for him to be like that. But it was also odd for you to have acted the way you did and that had worried him sick.

Your tears slowly dried up, sobs quieting down into soft sniffles, when you felt the warmth from his breath puffing against your forehead. It was a fleeting second, you looking up with your teary eyes and being met with his brown eyes, before he was pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 'The writter is so gonna have to make me a real ass in the next fanfic to compensate this' he thought to himself.

Once you had calmed down, he gently moved your face out of his chest. Hushing and sushing you when you let out a little distressed noise at the separation.

His hand settled for staying tangled in your hair, his thumb gently rubbing circles under your eye —wiping away the tears. Before he spoke.

"you calm now, cupcake?" he whispered, breathed out, softly. He didn't know what had driven you into self-harming so actively, but he wasn't about to trigger anything by speaking in a loud voice right now.

At your little nod and "uh-huh" he noded his head and sighed in relief before smacking another kiss on your forehead.

"alright babybird, up you go" he huffed out, voice straining in the last three words by the effort of picking you up into his arms. "we're gonna clean those boo-boos, yeah?"

When the little baby-voice he put on got a small chuckle out of you, he finally smiled for the first time since he had walked into the appartment to the tacky smell of blood.

"hey, kid"

"yeah?"

Once he had set you down in the bathroom, wet rag tenderly wiping away the blood in your raw and damaged skin, he dared to speak again.

"your skin's not paper, so let's not cut it, 'kay?

[babyblankyerror]

Peter seems like the sort of person to repeatedly smack you when excited. He definitely gets carried away sometimes

[wadewnstonwilson]

stealing his catchphrases deadpool headcanons || suggestion by @arrtsy-ash

pairing: wade wilson (deadpool) x genderneutral!reader

author note: let me know if you guys want me to make this into an actual fic!! also would love to make more headcanons in the future featuring logan or wade so please feel free to drop me an ask!

after spending so much time with wade , you find yourself saying "maximum effort!" when doing mundane tasks—whether it's trying to open a stubborn jar or rushing to meet a deadline. wade notices immediately and shoots you a playful look every time. "aw , babe, you’re using my words now. next thing i know, you'll be running around in red spandex too."

the first time wade hears you drop one of his catchphrases, his jaw drops dramatically, and he places a hand over his heart. “oh my god, they’re becoming me! my work here is done. do you want the katanas now or later?”

you’ve picked up some of wade’s colorful language. when you drop an f-bomb mid-conversation, wade smirks and tilts his head, playfully teasing, “look at you, babe. cursing like a mercenary! you’re gonna make me blush. or … y’know, not, since my face already looks like a beat-up avocado.”

wade finds it completely endearing that you’ve picked up his habits and catchphrases, but in true wade fashion, he’ll give you endless amounts of good-natured teasing. underneath it all, though, he loves how much of an influence he has on you—it makes him feel like you two are the perfect chaotic match.

[marvelsgirl616]

wade actually bought this for him 😌❤️

[ramblingautisticman]

I love when people seem annoyed/confused at headcannons being different than canon.

Like yes, that's the point of it? That's the whole reason it's called a headcannon or fanfiction or whatever?

Especially with characters (cough X-Men/Marvel cough) that have origins in comics or books. If someone wants to imagine a character different than the movies and the comics and anything else, let them!

I personally LOVE headcanons. Honestly, most of the ones I think of (whether it's headcanons, ideas, whatever) usually stem from a single line or image or gag or something in a movie or comic. If not, then it's usually just a random thought that pops into my head.

If you don't like headcanons, that's fine, but don't get upset at other people for liking them.

[romanticizingacademic]

deadpool and wolverine are so sirius and remus enemies to lovers. and yk im right

[kaethefangirl]

Wade Wilson is a bottom.

FIGHT ME.

[scrappy-catty]

Slams heterochromia Wade (before he became.. bald) on the table

and this too ig

[icarusredwings]

Dating Wade Winston Wilson is like having three boyfriends at once (Which is pretty ironic because each name could represent an alter if you headcanon him with DID) depending on the day.

Imagine dating a mix of Will Wood, Bo Burnham, Brandon Rogers, and John Mulaney all at the same time.

That's what it's like to date Wade.

He's manic, hes fun, hes depressed as fuck and wishes more then anything that he could off himself, he's sweet, he's a creep, he's supportive and caring. He's eccentric, he's lowkey and chill, he's loud, annoying, obnoxious. He makes TERRIBLE jokes at TERRIBLE time, constantly is hornier then an unneutered dog during daycare except all the bitches are in heat, hes childish and serious, he's stupid but OH so smart, he is literally the biggest loser AND the coolest guy you will ever meet.

He is everything inbetween.

[kaydens-agere]

Characters I Headcanon as Age Regressors!

This is a forever ongoing list! It will change depending on the franchises and fandoms I interact with and my opinions on certain characters :)

Keep in mind I haven't interacted with some of these characters/franchises in a while so I can't come up with exact headcanons for some of them, the ones that are underlined have links to their headcanons/moodboards and the emojis next to them are oneshots/drabbles I've done for them ^^ Also if you'd like to request please check my fandom list, thank you!!

Characters are below the cut!!

Lab Rats Chase Davenport -🧪- Marcus Davenport

Mighty Med Oliver Horace Diaz

Henry Danger Henry Hart/Kid Danger Ray Manchester/Captain Man

Spider-Man Peter Parker/Spider-Man -🕷️- Miles Morales/Spider-Man Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman Pavitr Prabhakar/Spider-Man Hobie Brown/Spider-Man

Marvel Wade Wilson/Deadpool Logan Howlett/Wolverine Charles Xavier/Professor X Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto Jean Grey/The Dark Phoenix James "Bucky" Barnes/The Winter Soldier Steve Rogers/Captain America

The Outsiders Ponyboy Curtis Sodapop Curtis Darrell "Darry" Curtis Johnny Cade Dallas "Dally" Winston Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews Steve Randle (yeah basically all the gang leave me alone </3)

Detroit: Become Human/Evolution/Reawakening Connor/RK800 Nines/RK900

Life Is Strange Chloe Price Rachel Amber

Random one of characters Truman Burbank (The Truman Show) Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's) Rusty-James (RumbleFish) Simon (Dinner In America)

[avocado-writing]

Its a personal headcanon of mine that Wade and Logan like a good bush on their partner

Ofc they do??? They’re men of taste and integrity. Wade Winston “if I don’t get a pube in my mouth I’m not doing it right” Wilson 😌

[oidhchespiorads]

WADE'S HEADCANONS

-> wade cannot remember his life before department k. this is something that's canon and it's explained away with the good ol' mans lived through to many retcons he doesn't know his origin story. however i like taking it a step further and say that he genuinely does not remember. he's not sure if wade winston wilson is even his real name or just an identity department k gave to him to attempt to hide their crimes.

-> carries a first aid kit in one of his many pouches specifically for the occasions in which he's working with someone who doesn't have a healing factor <3 he's a sweetie-pie like that. he also carries an assortment of snacks in said pouches for both potential work partners and also to keep his own energy up!

-> he IS a mutant!! my god marvel you won't change my mind!! department k's experiments activate and mutated his x-gene to an extreme extent that would've killed him if not for the other thing already killing him at the time!! i personally like to believe that wade would've always had a healing factor if his mutation was activated in.. normal circumstances?? that feels like the wrong way to describe the typically traumatic experience that is a late mutant awakening but we'll go with that. anyways. the original healing factor wouldn't have been anywhere near as strong as it is today. and we have the government to thank for that (derogatory)

-> very good in the kitchen actually, despite appearances. when given the chance and the ingredients he can cook up some decent, edible food that. favourite food is unfortunately just junk food and snacks so his kitchen is. only ever really stocked with that sorta stuff.

-> ellie is his favourite person in the whole wide world and nobody will ever be able to beat her on that no matter what. i'm sorry if you wanted to be his fave, but his daughter is his number one human.

-> for some fuckin reason comic keeps making my oddly tall faves shorter and i exist mostly to fix that. so wade is 6'3. as he should be.

-> while the healing factor requires sleep to work at it's most efficient rate, the nature of it sorta.. stops wade from knowing when he's actually tired until he's physically unable to get up. so you'll see him a day when he's had a good amount of sleep the night before and he'll be his usual self, and then you'll see him a few days later, having not slept very much and the only way you'd really be able to tell is if a) his legs didn't just give out or b) you can tell if he's healing slower.

[babyblankyerror]

Peter having the urge to crawl in small spaces to feel safe so he sometimes hides in tubs/closets/under blankets when upset or just needing comfort.

At some point he starts crawling under Wade’s shirt and it's stretching all his clothes out but Wade doesn't have the heart to say anything-

He can always buy new clothes afterall.

[wadewnstonwilson]

possessive/jealous wade headcanons || suggestion by @lets-go-steal-a-hitter

pairing: wade wilson (deadpool) x genderneutral!reader

author note: let me know if you guys want me to make this into an actual fic!! also would love to make more headcanons in the future featuring logan or wade so please feel free to drop me an ask!

wade tends to act nonchalant about most things, but when he notices someone getting too close to you, his possessiveness flares up unexpectedly. he might crack jokes or play it off with humor, but beneath the surface, he’s burning with jealousy. his jokes become a bit sharper, and he might "accidentally" put himself between you and the person he sees as competition.

if someone flirts with you or spends a little too much time near you, wade’s immediate response is to pull you into an exaggerated show of affection. he'll dramatically drape himself over you, declaring loudly, "this fine specimen is mine!" while making a big scene to claim his territory.

wade has an arsenal of pet names for you, but when he’s feeling possessive, he adds a little edge to them. "mine," "my love," or even "the person I’ll murder for" might slip out as he holds you close when someone else seems to be vying for your attention.

wade is playful about it, but he definitely makes it clear to others not to cross a line with you. he might "jokingly" mention to someone interested in you that he knows 50 ways to disarm them, all while maintaining his usual banter. "oh, yeah, i love their smile too—speaking of, ever seen what happens when someone smiles with no teeth?"

wade’s always been protective, but his jealousy amplifies this tenfold. anytime you're out with him, he's hyper-aware of who's around and how close they’re getting to you. he might even pull you closer when you're walking, always keeping one eye on anyone who seems a little too friendly.

if wade feels like someone’s taking too much of your attention, he’ll subtly (or not so subtly) sabotage the situation. maybe the person’s drink gets knocked over, or they suddenly get distracted by a completely ridiculous wade-staged prank, anything to pull the focus back to him.

while wade typically projects confidence, his possessiveness can sometimes reveal a more vulnerable side. he might let his guard down and admit, "you know, i just don’t want you to realize there’s someone better out there." of course, he’ll quickly follow that with a joke to mask how much he means it.

in quieter moments, wade might get serious and confess that he’s terrified of losing you. his possessiveness stems from his own insecurities, fearing that you might leave him for someone "less messed up." he won’t dwell on it for long, though, quickly lightening the mood with a flirty or absurd remark.

[wlsons]

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[incorrect-deadpool]

Random headcannon

If Wade Wilson woke up not remembering anything there’s two things he would remember-

• Spidey

• And literally everything about the Golden Girls