A/N: another “meeting Deadpool/Wade Wilson” oneshot. I remember first seeing the laundromat scene with Wade and Al and wondering if anyone else was there to listen to her call him a dumbass so I guess that’s where this came from 😂 I know in this piece Wade is ooc, but we didn’t really see him interact with strangers in the movie all that much besides him following Vanessa to her apartment. I think because of the experience of all the people staring at him in fear and disgust it would cause him to be wary of strangers and maybe even a little shy. Also, remember to let me know what you think. I LOVE GETTING REQUESTS PLEASE SEND SOME IN. Other than that I hope you like it ❤️
The sound of your car door slamming shut reverberated through the quiet parking lot while you hauled your basket of dirty clothes into the laundromat. You felt light that morning with the enjoyment of a simple chore.
You backed into the door, pushed it open and let it swing closed. The tinkle of the bell above the door barely registered in your mind as you saw the man standing in the corner you had never seen before.
He wore a multi colored cap and navy blue pullover hoodie, with gloves on his hands. You slowly kept pace to the washer that you usually used next to Al. Once you got closer you could see the painful looking scars that covered his whole face and, as far as you could tell, his whole head.
You ended up a couple spaces to the right on the table opposite of the man. Not one to be caught staring, you went about your chore and set your laundry basket down on the table, and got your dirty laundry and soap out.
But you found yourself looking up at him and wondering who he was and what the hell happened to him. You didn’t think he’d notice you, with him pouring a generous amount of seltzer water over a stained sweater with a determined look on his features. But he quickly proved you wrong.
Suddenly, his eyes looked up to yours and met your stare. The brown eyes that looked back at you made your breath catch and damn it all if something hadn’t stirred in your chest. You ignored the instinct to look down in embarrassment at being caught staring and boldly kept his eyes and gave him a shy smile.
Your eyes widened as his head tilted to the side, like a confused puppy. ‘Great (Y/N), you probably creeped him out,’ you chastised yourself. A new wave of timidity washed over you, which also caused your cheeks to turn a light shade of pink which you were sure he noticed. If the small uptick of his lips was any indication.
As if trying to shake the blush away, you shook your head discreetly from side to side and started loading your clothes into the wash. This time, you could feel his eyes dart towards your turned form, and when you’d turn back to grab more laundry, his gaze would be immediately drawn back to his stained sweater.
‘At least I’m not the only one staring. Even if he is doing it to make sure the creepy girl in the laundromat leaves him alone,’ you thought. The washer was all loaded up with your clothes so you dug through your purse and grabbed a handful of quarters to feed the machine. Because you had been a little busier loading your clothes, it was easy to focus the attention on something other than the mystery man.
Now you were finished, still facing the washer, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Usually you chatted up Al, asked how she was doing, made sure she was getting along okay. This time, you couldn’t find the confidence to turn around and start a conversation. Not with the embarrassing but barely noticeable encounter with the man across from Al still hanging in the air.
So you did what any mature adult would do. You decided to wait out the washing machine by staring at it. It was working for about ten minutes until a not so muffled curse was spoken from behind you.
“What the fuck? God damn it. Al, did you take my quarters again?” An impatient voice asked.
You turned to see who it was and sure enough, the man and Al were engaged in a swear word filled debate about whether or not the man’s quarters were stolen or simply forgotten.
“Okay, that’s fucking fine. I can definitely go without washing my fucking nasty ass clothes. Good luck with your old lady pants. Please do everything you can to get the shitty smell out of them,” the man sounded extremely exasperated with Al. Even as much as Al was a defenseless little old lady, you couldn’t blame him. Al had some bite if you weren’t careful.
This so called bite showed up in Al as she called him a dumbass. You fully turned as they got into it again and had a change of heart about spending some quality time with the washer.
“I have some extra quarters you can have,” you quietly piped up. Al and the man both looked towards you stunned, like they forgot about the other human beings in the laundromat.
The man stared for a while before scowling at Al and throwing a playful smirk towards you, “That’s fine sweetheart. I can just punish Al by wearing my dirty rotten chimi-fucking-changa smelling clothes until the next laundry day.” He ended with his piercing glare on Al again, who was folding up her laundry and about to leave.
“Such a douche. Have fun getting back on your own,” Al croaked and walked out of the laundromat with clean laundry in tow. Both you and the man stared after her, you with a small smile on your face, him with a ‘if-looks-could-kill’ kinda glare.
You looked back to the man and pulled a couple dollars worth of quarters out of your bag.
“Here, I have more than enough,” you softly spoke. The man’s head quickly swiveled to yours, it was a couple minutes before he actually took the quarters from you. He seemed to study your face, for something you couldn’t identify, as you somewhat awkwardly stood with your hand stretched out.
When he did take the quarters, you tried not to blush again when his gloved fingers stroked yours as he scooped the quarters from your hand. “Thank you,” his voice was as small as yours which was an extreme surprise. Just thirty seconds ago he was cussing out Al and not very quietly either.
You shrugged your shoulders to say no big deal. Another awkward silence ensued and the only thing you could think of was to fill it.
“So, do you live with Al?” You quickly blurted.
He looked up at you from the washer he was giving quarters to answer, “Yep. The worst roommate too. Can’t assemble ikea furniture worth a damn.”
His response made you giggle because you thought he was kidding. Little did you know, he wasn’t. But that wasn’t important at the moment.
“You know Al?” The man asked. You found yourself dumbly nodding your head and quickly responding.
“Yeah, we met a year ago when I was having trouble with my washer. She helped me out. I’m clueless sometimes,” you rolled your eyes at yourself to accompany your words and wrung your hands in insecurity.
The man laughed, “You seem to take care of yourself just fine. And others.” He held up the quarters you give him as an example.
You shrugged your shoulders again, this time being able to fight back the scarlet coloring of your cheeks at the compliment.
“Um, my name’s (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you, Al’s roommate,” you stumbled out, not in the confident way you were hoping to. You convinced yourself that the reason you introduced yourself was to be polite, but you knew that it was really so maybe you could get to know him and his brown eyes better.
His beautiful smile sparkled, “Wade Wilson, and the pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”
You opened your mouth to continue the conversation but you were interrupted by the alarm on your washer going off behind you.
You could feel Wade still staring at you as you pulled on the handle of the washer to open it. Unfortunately you found major difficulty in the task. The handle wouldn’t open no matter how hard you yanked.
“Stupid thing,” you huffed out in anger. You completely forgot Wade until he was right behind you, speaking.
During a particularly hard pull on the handle, he spoke, “Here, I got it.”
Wade startled you, which caused you to let go of the handle and fly backwards into his chest. Wade’s heavy hands went to your hips to steady you. You felt sparks on your waist at his solid touch. You think he noticed it too as he inhaled a sharp breath.
“Uh, thank you. Sorry for-”
“No it’s fine, are you okay?”
“Yeah…fine,” but you were totally not fine. This man with the brown eyes and strong hands and muscle definition you could feel through his sweatshirt was touching you. It was a lot to take in at once. Wade’s hands lingered for a few more seconds and abruptly let go. He reached in front of you to the washer handle and pulled harder than you could have, effectively unjamming the door.
“Thanks,” you forgot you were chest to back with Wade and turned around, it was your turn to intake a quick breath as your eyes met his chest. You looked up to find him already looking down at you. You stared up unabashedly into his brown eyes, feeling like they were pulling you in.
Wade started to bend his head down near yours and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Time stopped and it was just the two of you staring into each other’s eyes, faces inching closer and closer by the second. You could feel your heartbeat pick up, until you were convinced everyone else in the laundromat could hear it pound.
Disastrously, the harsh ringtone of someone’s phone made the both of you jump apart and Wade to dig through his pants pocket in search of the noise.
His non eyebrow covered eyes flew open at the caller ID.
“Yeah?…You did?…That’s fan-fucking-tastic,” he ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
You watched as he jogged around the table to pull his stained sweater out of the washer. Wade seemed to forget about you until you had started to make some noise, pulling your wet clothes out of the washer and into your basket so you could hang them up on a clothes line at home. Maybe it was easier for your brain to pretend the last few minutes didn’t happen, but it wasn’t easy for the rest of you to forget. You felt the harsh absence of Wade’s presence and turned to look back at him to see if he had left without a word.
However, you found him still by the tables getting ready to leave when he met your gaze.
Wade stopped with a look of regret on his face, but quickly covered it with a smirk, “Just so we’re clear, laundry day is Tuesdays for me and old Al.” Wade quickly walked away from the washers and out the door, looking back once to throw you a wink.
‘Oh great, he can wink too? I don’t know what’s better, seeing the eye close or seeing his brown eyes open,’ you rambled in your mind, attempting to process everything that had just happened.
Happiness hit you quickly as you realized what Wade had said. You could feel your cheeks start to hurt with how wide you were smiling. You shook your head out of its reverie and quickly loaded all your clothes into the basket so you could get home now that nothing was keeping you at the laundromat.
Once you were in the car, you put your keys into the ignition and sighed, “I guess laundry day is moving to Tuesdays.” It was easy to pretend that this was an inconvenience to you but your heart wouldn’t let you stay home next Tuesday even if your life depended on it.
⭐️A/N: btw I went to ikea today and I found the hurdal and the trysil. (It’s okay if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I understand that not everybody has seen Deadpool as many times as I have) I freaked out. My family didn’t know what was wrong with me 😂
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