Wade Wilson x Reader: Driving Me Sane

You sat at your computer typing up the latest assignment for your English class. It was due in a few hours and you only had one out of the ten pages done. Deadpool was sitting on the couch, his suit still full of holes from his last mission.
“(Name), come pay attention to me,” he said from his place on the other side of the room.
You looked over your shoulder at him, “Later, I still have a lot of work to do.” At his groan you stopped for a moment to turn towards him, “Why don’t you take your suit off and get it in the washer.”
He waited for you to turn back around before starting to annoy you once again, “And why would I do that?”
“So it can get clean.”
“Take it off for me.”
You didn’t stop typing when you answered, “No, you’re a big boy who can take care of himself.”
“(NNNNNaaaammmmeeeee),” he whined rolling onto his back in exasperation.
You laughed, “What? You always tell me to stop trying to be your mother; I’m just doing what you want me to.”
He groaned again, but didn’t say anything as he listened to your fingers as they pushed the keys. He didn’t understand why this class was so important to you. He had told you thousands of times that you would never have to work; that he would always take care of you. But no matter how many times he said it you always just laughed it off saying that you wanted to be able to take care of yourself.
“Why?” He asked after what felt too long for silence.
You stopped for a moment, but continued, “Why, what?”
“Why is it so important for you to be independent? I’m I not enough for you?”
You stopped completely that time, finding it odd. He was never one to be scared of anything, but you found the longer the two of you were together the more possessive and insecure he got about your relationship.
“Because I know who you are and what you do. What if one day you didn’t come back from a mission, or you found a new girl who was twice a pretty as me and nicer than me?” You asked turning towards him. “I have these thoughts all the time and no matter how much you tell me these are things that will never happen I always think about what could happen when you leave my side.”
He stared at you. He knew you use to think of these things all the time and how he always told you that he fell in love with you. He also knew you knew he couldn’t be killed. It caught him off guard how scared you were of losing him.
“You drive me insane,” you told him, “and you don’t even realize just how insane you drive me.”
He stared at you while you stared at him. “You have no clue what you do to me, do you?” He said breaking the silence once again. He saw the question caught you off guard once again, but he continued none the less. “You drive me sane. I can’t even explain it, but everytime I want to die or feel the voices in my head turning on me I think of you and all of a sudden I’m calm, I’m human again.”
You stared at him. He stared at you and continued to talk, “I get so scared thinking about everytime I leave you. I don’t know if someone is going to hurt you to get to me or if you’ll get tired of having me around. I rush back here after every single mission because I need to make sure that you’re still here; that you’re not dead or living with someone who isn’t me.”
You blinked, “I didn’t know I had such power over you.”
He groaned again, pulling his mask off his face. “You have all sorts of power over me. You, who never even flinched at this face or ran away after learning what I did, have so much power over me I honestly don’t think I could live without you.”
“You don’t sound very sane to me.”
He laughed, he didn’t know what else to do as you drove him more and more towards what he thought a sane man would think. “I don’t even know what being sane is anymore, but when I’m with you I feel as though I’m not a mercenary, but a normal man.”
You twisted in the chair, trying not to look him in the eyes, already knowing that if you did you would never get this paper done. “I-I have to finish this paper.”
He gave a defeated laugh as you turned back around, “AFter everything I just said you don’t want to pounce on me.”
“...I never said that. I just said I needed to finish this paper.”
He stood up and made his way towards you. You stiffened when you heard him stop right behind you. “What are you doing?” You asked when he leaned down so your heads were even with each other.
“Being sane.”
You looked at him, “That is such a lie. You’re going back to your perverted self.”
He smirked, “Maybe.” Slowly he reached down and grabbed your waist, lifting you into the air high above the computer.
“Put me down.”
He laughed, “Why would I do that, when I want to do perverted things to you?”
“Wade I swear-”
He laughed again as he carried you down the hall, “Finish it later.”
You looked down at him, thinking quickly you pressed your lips against his, instantly relaxing his grip on you. As quickly as possible, and before he could figure out what you were doing you pulled yourself from his grip.
“Hey,” he yelled as you took off towards the computer.
You looked over your shoulder as your butt connected with the chair, “Any sane person would let me finish my paper before having sex.”
He smirked at you, “I told you you drove me sane, never that I was sane.”