“i’m scared of the things i feel for you.” With premutated bff!Wade Wilson please!! Bonus points if readers a sweetheart who’s know Wade for a long time ^^
title; scars and soft things (Wade Wilson x fem!reader)
prompts; “i’m scared of the things i feel for you” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts
warnings; bff!wade, premutated!wade, emotional vulnerability, mutual pining, unspoken feelings, internalised fear of love, if i missed any lmk!!! (664 words)
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you found Wade sitting on the fire escape, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, boots swinging just above the edge.
the city buzzed below like a restless heartbeat, and he looked still. too still for someone who never shut up.
“you planning to jump, or are we just feeling dramatic tonight?”
you asked, leaning out the window with a smirk, trying to match his usual tone.
Wade didn’t turn to look at you, taking another drag before he exhaled slowly, smoke curling like a question mark into the sky.
“i’ve beem dramatic since birth, babe. came out the womb screaming in iambic pentameter”
you smiled, soft and tired. same old Wade.
“come inside”
he shook his head, staying in place.
“nah, air’s better out here”
that made you laugh.
shaking your head in disbelief, you leaned against the window.
“you’re in New York”
you climbed out onto the fire escape beside him, ignoring the way the etal bit into your thighs through your sleep shorts.
“exactly”
he told, a faux smirk tugging at his lips before you both broke out into silence.
it sat heavy between you, only broken by the distant wail of sirens and Wade’s quiet
“wanna talk about it?”
you asked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.
Wade finally looked at you, and it broke something in your chest.
no jokes, no wink. just Wade. stripped down, raw in a way you didn’t see often. the guy who wore sarcasm like armour suddenly looked like it didn’t fit anymore.
“you ever feel like you’re standing on the edge of something that could ruin you? and all you wanna do is jump?”
your throat tightened at his words.
“what is it?”
he stared at you for a long minute. the cigarette burned to ash between his fingers, going unnoticed as he lost himself in his thoughts.
then after that long minute, softer than you’d ever heard him before, he murmured.
“i’m scared of the things i feel for you”
the world stopped. cars kept honking, a dog barked, life went on. but your heart? it hit pause.
“Wade..”
he cut in, a humourless laugh slipping through as he mumbled.
“i know, i’m the worst person to feel anything for. trust me, i live with me”
that made you frown.
you never knew he felt that way about himself, and it hurt you more than anything.
“don’t do that”
Wade shook his head.
“do what? tell the truth?”
you reached out, placing your hand over his. his skin was rough, warm but rough, and his hand was shaking slightly.
but even as his hand shook, your thumb stroked across his knuckles.
“you’re not the worst”
he shook his head again, a sigh tumbling from his lips.
“you don’t know what i’ve done”
you rested your head on his shoulder, stroking your thumb across his knuckles again.
Wade softened under the weight of your head on his shoulder, just like he usually did when you sat like that.
“then tell me”
his head turned to yours, and then he whispered.
“i’ve hurt people, i’ve hurt myself. and i’m good at pretending it doesn’t matter, but you.. you matter, and that scares the shit out of me”
your chest ached. you wanted to kiss him, wanted to fix it. he was just human.
broken, brave, terrified.
“i’m scared too”
you admitted, voice small.
Wade blinked.
“you?”
he looked down at you, watching you nod slowly.
“yeah. you feel like, a lot. like something that could change everything”
his eyes searched yours, as if you’d just handed him a life raft.
and then, he nodded. just once.
“i won’t jump”
he told, voice firm.
you smiled at him, soft and faint, head still on his shoulder as he reached for your hand.
“good because if you go, i’m going with you”
his fingers laced with yours, stroking his thumb across the back of your hand.
