Your heart ached at the last message Yunho had sent you a few days ago, you weren’t in the right mindset to answer him without breaking down. The youngest member of Ateez had been so worried about you and the only one bold enough to really spam you with messages. After locking your phone, you threw it beside you on the bed and stared at the ceiling of your parent’s guest room. It had been your childhood room but once you moved out, they renovated it and made it your own official guest room. The light beige color somehow giving you some type of comfort as your eyes closed, a soft sigh leaving our lips as you felt so sad, confused and hurt.
it had been nine days since the heated argument between your boyfriend and Min-gi. Nine days since you felt like the world had come crashing down onto you, feeling so betrayed and hurt that the people you thought loved you, knew you had been fronting all along. You hadn’t bothered to check the messages San had sent you, that man had been calling you on the daily and leaving messages that were either desperate or just so sad. He knew that he had messed up, he was begging for just ten minutes of your time to explain himself and try to ease your pain. His calls went unanswered and you had stopped looking at the numbers, after the twentieth call, you had turned on the notification to mute his incoming calls as your heart still felt so broken.
You and San had barely any arguments or disagreements, you two had always been so honest and raw with each other and it still left a bitter taste in your mouth knowing that he had an issue with you, your being and character and couldn’t even find the courage to address it openly. The embarrassment was also another thing: knowing that apparently everyone, even the damned managers, had an issue with how you showed love and appreciation was just another level of discomfort. It had taken you years to accept and love yourself, learn how to defend yourself after always having someone you love try to box your loving character and into a corner where you’d end up being forgotten.
It had taken you so much to open yourself to San and it had felt like a ray of pure sunshine when he had not only accepted your love, but to openly appreciate and uplift you was like a dream come true.
Buzz buzz
Your phone vibrated again next to you, making you open your eyes and reach for it while sitting up in your bed. Your back leaned against the bedframe as you knew that Yunho was desperately trying to just see if you would just read his messages.
Yunho: Min-gi asks if he can call you.
That message made your heart skip a beat in confusion.
The rapper had been the only one who had not made an effort whatsoever to even check if you were alive ever since the confrontation. He wouldn’t receive an answer from you, but still, it had also hurt to know that your “friend” couldn’t care less after talking down on you.
You: why?
You typed back, curiosity, the very same emotion that had gotten you into the current situation was taking over you. You bent your knees and brought them closer to you as some more energy finally started to pump through your body. It felt good to feel a spark of life again after shutting down for over a week and only lying down, eating and sleeping.
Three bubbles popped up in the chat, meaning that Yunho was typing a bigger text and with every passing second, the anxiety increased in the pit of your stomach.
Yunho is typing...
Yunho: he feels bad and says that there’s something else he has to talk to you about
Your eyebrow shot up instantly as more confusion consumed you.
You: talk about what?
incoming call from Yunho
You instantly picked up.
“I don't know what he wants to talk about, (Y/N). Everyone has been acting weird since you left, even the managers have bought flowers with your name tag on it”, the maknae’s voice instantly said. “Hey Yunho”, you gently answered, having missed your (unofficial) younger brother.
“Hey, please come back. Our performance last week was good but San broke down crying backstage. Min-gi threw a soda bottle against the wall after his managers had a serious talk with him. I don’t know what’s going on….” his voice trailed off, sadness consuming him as he hated to see his friends suffer. All he wanted was peace and love.
“Yunho”, you sighed, “Why should I come back? I now know that I’ve been nothing but a disturbance to you all. I can support y’all from a distance”, your eyes closed as theirs brimmed them.
“No. I don’t know why Min-gi said what he said. All I know is that he is wrong. And San is an idiot for letting things even go this far. We all love you (Y/N)”, the maknae’s voice held so much sadness and you knew that he was speaking from the heart.
“I have to figure things out with San. That’s the only right way to start this before I’ll consider flying back”.
“Please do that, nobody is talking to him. He isolates himself after practice and he’s just a big lump of misery” Yunho chuckled slightly.
“Good, he deserves to be miserable” was all you said before ending the call and promising to share your decision soon with the maknae.
Your fingers quickly closed the conversation and opened the one with your boyfriend. There were dozens of messages, you scrolled all the way up to the first ones he had sent nine days ago and started reading from then on.
My love, please come back and let me explain.
Min-gi is a dick, I am so sorry.
I should've said something, I never meant to hurt your feelings.
Please don’t hate me, I will do that myself for eternity.
You aren’t even that clingy, his managers are just so uptight and don’t want anybody to come during rehearsals or lunch breaks.
I don’t know why he’s been acting like that, I shouldn’ve told you that he is going through something we don’t know about.
I thought that not addressing the issue would maybe make it all go away.
You are my life, my love, my spirit. Please call me back.
I miss your voice.
I can’t look at anybody without feeling so ashamed.
Yunho called me a dick, I agree with him.
I love you, you are never too much. We are not worthy of your time and love. You take such good care of us, of me and how do I repay you? By being a coward.
I thought protecting every would be the solution. I was so wrong. So fucking wrong.
I listen to your voice notes before falling asleep, pretending that you’re here with me to not feel so fucking empty.
I am so sorry. Please don’t stop loving me, I will love for forever and in the next lifetime. My soul will always belong to you.
Reading just a few of the messages made you let out a shaky breath as the pain and homesick feeling overwhelmed you. San was everything for you, you knew that he kissed the ground you walked on. He would do anything for you and he knew that he had messed up. With shaky fingers you tapped on the callicon and held your phone to your ears-
Within one ring, San picked up.
“My love”, he whispered softly while his voice cracked at the end a little. That man was suffering indeed.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted everyone to get along, because the thought of unintentionally hurting you made me ready to throw up”.
The line fell silent as you didn’t know what to do but sulking in your old childhood room forever wouldn’t take you far.
“I’m coming back tomorrow. We need to talk at your place”, you ended the call before your boyfriend could get another word out. Adrenaline started pumping through your veins as you instantly got off your bed and began to pack your things, all the commotion making your mother smile in the kitchen as she knew that you were done being sad and ready to get back to your normal life.
—-
Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you rang San’s bell, the flight had been good and you had gotten enough sleep to immediately drive to his place. During the ride, you watched the content that had been published about Ateez during your absence and discovered that San was trending for dancing more aggressively than usual. The fandom had noticed that something was wrong but no one could put a pin on what exactly.
It took San not even a whole minute before he opened the door and threw himself in your arms,wrapping his strong one around your thick waist and pulling you off the ground in a gentle spin. His head was buried in the crook of your neck and his heavy breathing indicated that he was so close to tears. Your heart melted then and there, his delightful scent filled your nostrils and you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him back, one hand running through his soft and dark hair.
“My love” was all your boyfriend said before carrying you inside his apartment, not letting go and kicking the door shut before you stood in the hallway together. He continued to walk you to his living room before he finally let go, his eyes already red with unshed tears while his eyes scanned your face. Oh, how he had missed you.
“I was such a coward. There had been times where Min-gi was suddenly very annoyed when you were present. I just brushed it off as him being introverted and not trusting new people easily. But after a while his managers started commenting that you were always there, and talking about keeping more meetings private since a lot of scandals are circulating…” San spoke, holding your hands while shaking his head. You couldn’t see that a part of him was so happy, so relieved that you were standing right there with him and allowing him to right his wrong.
“What’s his problem? I am deeply hurt that he had to go behind my back and you hurt me by not defending me, San”. Saying those words out loud finally allowed your heart to deal with the heaviness of it all. The singer let out a sigh before taking a step closer to you, he needed to feel you close to him again.
“I am so sorry, (Y/N). Will you forgive me? This is a mistake that I won’t repeat again. The past ten days were nothing but agony for me. I love you so much”.
You didn’t even think before reaching out for him and pressing your lips against his, the kiss instantly settling a delightful tingle in the pit of your stomach while a gentle wave of goosebumps arose on your skin. The sigh that San left while instantly moving his lips against your felt deliberating, like this is all he needed. You, just you.
You don’t even know how you two made it to his bedroom as you couldn’t stop kissing each other. Your hands roaming all over one another's bodies while your clothes decreased with each item and more urgently discarded than the other. With a surprised lift, San had picked you up again and gently put you onto his bed before his lips found your jaw, your neckline all the way down to your breasts while his big hands continued to roam all over your body.
His whispers of praise felt like heaven while he touched, pinched and cupped all the right places. Your head started spinning from longing so much, the weak cry leaving your lips when he suddenly was buried deep inside you. Your inner walls pulsating around him as they welcomed him, the stretch making your toes curl as you never could get enough of San. His smooth yet sharp movements were hard to hold up. Your hands were pinned against the pillow, your head thrown back while every deep thrust pushed you deeper into the mattress.
None of you cared how loud it was, it was real. It was intimate, it was everything.
Hey bestie, welcome back❤️ Can a request a San one where they are a couple but somehow reader hears him mention to another member that lately reader is too clingy?
Thank youuu🥰
I changed it a little bit, to add some more drama but hopefully you like it bestie ❤️💕😘
“Min-gi, stop. Forreal”, San hissed in a low tone as he was not at all in the mood for the current conversation. No one could deny the fact that the singer was annoyed to the max. Min-gi gave a slight annoyed chuckle before shaking his head, the frustration also getting to him. “I am speaking nothing but the truth, though. You have to admit it. I mean, if the managers are also telling you to do something about it, then I don't know what to tell you”.
San glared at his friend while his jaw clenched at the spoken words.
No one knew that you were standing just outside the changing room, their favourite coffees in a bag along with some baked goods, your “good luck” ritual that every member loved receiving before their shows. Not a tone left your lips as an exciting feeling gently swayed through your body. It had not been your intention to eavesdrop but at the same time, you always wondered what was going on Min-gi’s mind and what or who had the rapper in such a serious mood. The rapper was a master of looking mysterious and sometimes it was even hard for you to figure out what was going on inside of his head.
Min-gi always had deep opinions about people, projects and just life in general. His artistic gift always left the closest people around him wrapped in awe as he had such a profound way of articulating his feelings. At the same time, he could talk so much, say so many words and not have any type of feelings behind them. You secretly called him a chameleon behind his back because you never knew which direction a conversation with him would go.
“The managers also know that I will do as I please”, your boyfriend’s voice resumed the conversation, making you raise an eyebrow in curiosity as you were dying to know what had him so annoyed.
“The managers just want what’s best for you, best for the whole group. Think about that”, Min-gi’s voice got harsher at the last sentence. Oh, this sounded like an argument. Shit, you thought to yourself. Now the two men really needed your little tradition as you knew that they needed to focus on killing their upcoming performance and not fight with each other. You gripped the bag with the coffees tightly as you prepped yourself to interrupt the conversation the second it would blow up. The boys were in urgent need of a delicate. sweet distraction.
San huffed in anger, then the room fell silent.
You couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows while feeling your heart skip a beat, the feeling of being an intruder becoming stronger by the second but the urge to calm the situation down tugging at your heart.
“Min-gi, don’t you dare go into that direction. I know that you’re saying this with an underlying intention”.
“Do you, though?" Because I feel like you’re trying to push the matter to the side and pretend like no one is noticing it all”.
Min-gi’s words made you take in a sharp breath and hold it. This sounded like a serious matter, a situation that apparently had so many people involved, with no solution in sight.
A slow exhale escaped your lips the second your lungs started to burn from the oxygen it was holding captive. Your stomach churned as thousands of thoughts started to spin in your head.
It was silent again, but the atmosphere was heavy. No one could deny that.
You couldn’t see your boyfriend glaring at his group member, his eyes piercing so ferociously as his hands balled into fists. This was not the moment to address the elephant that had been existing in the room ever since Min-gi first had laid his eyes on you.
“Choose your next words wisely” San slowly warned as he couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side, the anger in him bubbling intensely in his stomach. The show was now an afterthought. He couldn’t go on the stage like this.
“Now you’re threatening me?” Min-gi taunted, loving the fact that he finally got to see some frustration and fear in San’s eyes, “Is this what it has come to? All because I am speaking the truth?”.
“Min-gi, I swear if you continue to-”
“(Y/N) is fucking clingy. And you’re too afraid to tell her that”.
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Tears couldn’t help but instantly form in your eyes as you felt an instant weight of misery hang onto your shoulders…So this is how Min-gi really felt about you. You had been the focus, the main topic and for fuck’s sake, you didn’t know why.
Defend me. Fucking defend me, this is some bullshit, you thought to yourself as thousands of doubtful thoughts started clouding your mind.
You couldn’t see the shock on San’s face, the pure astoundment as the words replayed in his head. His lips parted to speak but no words came out, just stunned puffs of air while he shook his head in disgust. San didn’t know that you were standing outside next to the open door, biting hard on your lower lip to stop it from trembling as a pained throb pounded in your chest.
“Am I wrong though?”Min-gi's now calmer tone spoke after a whole minute of silence. His face now showed a neutral look as a deep feeling of satisfaction settled in him. His mission was completed successfully. “ You know that I’m right, hence the silence”. The rapper took a step closer to San and put his hand on friend’s shoulder while letting out a long sigh, “Maybe it’s time to put some distance between the two of you. Think about it…We are about to start our world tour and we can’t have you so- …distracted, man”, the last words were meant to be a comfort but they came out as a sympathetic reminder.
You swallowed the lump that had formed itself in your throat before you turned around and instantly walked into the room, surprising the two men who stared at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“(Y/N), I- don’t”, you interrupted Min-gi. “I heard enough. Nice to finally see your true colors, chameleon”, you said with a hurt huff and shook your head in disappointment. The rapper opened his mouth but you held a hand up to silence him. He obeyed.
Your eyes now turned to your boyfriend who already had a pained, begging look on his face. His eyes staring deeply into your as he still was trying to find the words to explain this bullshit of a shitshow.
“And you, my love” your pet name coming out as a disgusted huff, “Since you haven’t disagreed with your friend, I assume that what he’s saying is true”. San swallowed hard before his hands unballed and tried reaching out for you. You took a step back and shook your head, more tears blurring your vision but you’d rather lose a leg than cry in front of your (supposed) friend and lover.
“The next time you feel some type of you about me, address me directly. Don’t go behind my fucking back”, the harsh words bounced off the walls before you turned on your heel and dropped the bag with the coffees and goods onto the floor, not caring if they spilled and messed up the room. Your feet moved faster than you thought, through the hallways and passing the other Ateez members or staff members doing their job. The voices, the commotions and the sounds slowly became a hollow whisper as you rushed your way out of the building down to the parking lot, your phone becoming a vibrating mess in your jean pocket.
You don’t even know how you were able to locate your car, drive home safely before opening your laptop to book the next flight home with a heavy heart. The suitcase was packed half an hour later as you locked the door to your apartment before making your way back to your car, your phone now being off as you couldn’t take the constant calls, the constant vibrations of betrayal.
If your fave writer (who has been neglecting y'all I know, currently doing a 360° in career path 😩) would ask y'all to donate a few dollars to help her elope, would y'all spare a dollar?
Pairing : Modern Avengers Indie band with Sam, Bucky and Steve x Neutral plus size reader
A/N: Based on Inoha’s song Fire in the Sun (end lyrics to be credited to them*). This song has me on a chokehold. I'm obsessed with this band's music. Recommend 100/10
Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the lyrics at the end of this one-shot. This fiction is only for entertainment purposes.
Synopsis: Another very clichéd story of Y/N's unrequited love with their childhood friend Sam Wilson. Words cannot be expressed other than through songs but even then the message does not seem to come across.
"Y/N?...Earth to Y/N?", a soft but firm voice pulls you out of your thoughts, a wave of noise engulfs your surroundings and brings you back to the present. Your eyes meet Bucky's worried expression. "You were gone for a second. Are you OK?" he asks. "Yeah, just a bit tired I guess," you nod. Your eyes scan the room and land on Sam, who is having what appears to be a passionate conversation with the singer of another band, looking her up and down hungrily. Your eyes quickly return to Bucky, who has picked up on your discomfort and change of mood. "Are you OK?" you ask Bucky and he smiles softly. "Just tired, I guess," he repeats.
After what seems like an eternity, he comments, "You should tell him already.” You chuckle and shake your head in disagreement. "We've already had this discussion," you turn to Bucky. "Sam and I have been friends forever, it's never going to happen. He doesn't see me that way, never has." You feel the couch move to your right, Steve offers you a beer, a furtive but understanding look between the Brooklyn men. The three of you chat, going over the set list for your last gig later tonight, the distraction welcome on your side.
You are one of the co-founders of Quantum Pulse, an indie/rock band that started out as a duo: you and Sam. Friends since childhood, your shared passion for music led you both to learn guitar and publish covers online. Year after year, your feelings for Sam grew and you were faced with a serious case of unrequited love. You thought silence was the better option in such a situation, but damn was it difficult. You slowly and cowardly began to pour your feelings into lyrics that Sam would sing without knowing.
Bucky and Steve joined your duo during college as bassist and drummer respectively, perfectly complementing your sound and aesthetic. After countless rehearsals, small town gigs and online publications, the band was noticed and contacted by Vision Corp. Seeing the potential, Vision, the producer, signed the band and the first album was recorded. With Steve's energetic drumming, Bucky's mysterious bass, Sam's charismatic energy and captivating voice, and your spot-on lyrics, your songs took off and your fan base grew exponentially, making a US tour a dream come true. A dream that slowly turned sour as you sat in the front row and witnessed Sam's talent for seducing and flirting with fans, staff... anyone who caught his interest, really.
During the tour you got closer to Bucky and Steve, considering Sam was busy with ... other things. Despite feeling like shit and fighting your inner turmoil, the vibe between you and Sam was weird and off. Every time you'd ask him to check out the new material you'd come up with, he'd dismiss it with "I'm sure it's fine". Once you even went as far as provoking him during rehearsals by giving him nonsense lyrics to sing. "Tell me, how can you love me baby ... when I'm currently reeking," he said the line before realising what he was singing, making us all laugh. "Ha ha, very funny," he pouted unamused. "Do I have your attention now?" you asked him teasingly. "Well, if you'd stop busting my balls and being so clingy, I might give you some attention, but lately you've just been suffocating me. Cut me some slack," he replied, annoyed. Your smile immediately faded as hurt and confusion painted your face. It was the first time he'd ever spoken to you like that. "Jerk," you called him before leaving the room and ending the rehearsal.
This happened 5 days ago and to say that your pain has faded would be a complete lie. Not only did you have to watch him hookup with everyone at every stop but now you were “suffocating him”, feeling completely crushed.
You finished your preparations and went through the material one last time when Vision joined you. "So, final date tonight? This show has to end with a bang, I'm counting on you!" he pointed at each of you before extending his hand, Steve, Bucky and Sam following his lead. You reached your hand over Sam's and left it suspended, floating, contactless. You could feel his gaze piercing you, but refused to look at him. "QUANTUM PULSE," you all chanted. "Let's talk later," Sam murmured in your ear before walking to his mark, your eyes meeting him briefly and your heart pounding beneath your chest.
The concert was in full swing, people singing, dancing, screaming, everyone on their A-game. We were halfway through when the moment came for you to perform "Echoes of You", the very first song you ever wrote when it was just you and Sam. It was also the first song in which you made a subtle reference to your unrequited love for him. You all take a minute to get some water when Sam's voice echoes through the loudspeakers. "Wow, what a wonderful crowd, thank you so much for coming to see and hear us". The people roar, the sound giving you goosebumps. "This next song is very special. You see, it's our first original song with Y/N, from the time before our Brooklyn boys joined us," jokes Sam. Your heart stops at the mention of your name. Adjusting his guitar, the tension in the air palpable, Sam leans forward, his eyes briefly locking with yours before turning to the crowd. "I want to dedicate this song to someone special," his voice carries into the room.
Your breath catches in your throat, a mixture of excitement and nerves making your stomach churn. "Is there a chance?", the thought crosses your mind. "I'd like to dedicate Echoes of You to... Clint over there," he points to a guy in the crowd wearing a leather jacket. "Nice guy I met in the men's room earlier," he laughs. You let out a strangled sound, your heart sinking in disbelief, tears blinding your eyes. Sam gives the signal and the song begins. Frozen in place, the sound of your guitar falls silent for a moment. It takes everything in you to get back to the concert and join in. Concerned, Bucky and Steve keep coming back to you, noticing that you are completely shut down, on autopilot. You've always known that you and Sam would never be a couple, but any 'maybes', or 'what ifs' have now been completely flushed down the toilet.
As soon as the concert is over, you rush off the stage and into the nearest bathroom. "What's wrong with them?" Sam asks, confused, to which Steve just shakes his head, "Are you for real right now?" and leaves him hanging. "What?" he turns to Bucky, who just shakes his head. It takes a while before you regain your composure and leave the room. "Hey Y/N, can we talk?" you hear Sam calling after you. "Not now," you reply, but he still follows you. "What's going on? Why are you avoiding me?" he confronts you, stopping you by grabbing your arm. "Look who's the clingy one now!" you mutter under your breath.
"The fuck! If you have something to say to me, just say it". You've done everything to avoid it, but it's impossible to go on. "Why did you do that? Why did you dedicate the song to some random guy?" you whisper. "It's just a song, Y/N, come on...
"It's not just a song to me! It's our first song, the first one where I finally managed to express my love for y...", you exclaim, managing to stop yourself before finishing. "You're being a bit dramatic now," he comments with a smile. A smile that disappears when he sees your broken expression, "Y/N?
"I'm quitting the band," you whisper, your voice cracking. "What? Quitting the band? You can't do that?" he panics. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm being insensitive. I know how much this song means to you, but you can't leave us," he cries. "I need a break... from this, from you!"
"Don't be stupid, don't do this," he pleads. "I'm cutting you some slack," your eyes pierce him.
"I didn't mean it like that," he closes the distance.
"I can't do this anymore," you say firmly. "I'll tell the others and Vision."
You leave the room and see Sam walking around with his hands on his head, shaking it. Telling Steve and Bucky about your decision broke your heart even more. They were not happy about it, but they understood why you felt the need to quit. They promised to keep in touch and wished you well.
1 year later
"Y/N, are you ready?" the staff member asks you, and you nod. They give you the green light and you go on stage in front of thousands of people. After a few songs, it was time to sing the song that got you on that stage, opening for Billie Eilish.
"When I put that song online it never occurred to me that it would go viral the way it did. It was just a way for me to finally say goodbye to these feelings that I've had for a very long time.
Here is "Fire in the Sun".
Unknown to you, Sam was in the audience and your lyrics hit him like a train, finally realising your hidden feelings for him. Unfortunately, he also realised that it was too late to change anything.
What turned out to be
Easy going
Fell on my face
A fool who wants to wait for somethin'
Never coming
Don't wanna wait for you to give your lovin'
Were we meant to be, was I mistaken
Your trickery
Is such bad etiquette, why do you call me
Are you better off with someone
Were we in love or are we just dumb
Why do I feel so useless
Like a fire in the sun
Life's too short to do the right thing
And I'm done doing all the fighting
Fire in the sun
You don't see it
You don't feel it
But it's killing me from the inside
Yeah, if I could be anything
I thought it'd be with you
Running to a finish line that everyone has been through
Shouting your name till you finally hear my cries
Waiting for days but I finally drew the line
Finally think I'm fine, yeah ImTrying
Ain't a name, it's my design
It's my pride, it's my life
You destroy me with your lines
It's frustration that I feel
Rather die that be oppressed
If you loved me, it'd be mutual
Not Insta, Facebook, texts
Oh it took me a while, to get over your smile
Baby girl despite our differences you left me in denial
If I'm fire, then you're water flowing
River like the nile
Carpe diem but the PM, night it better fits my style
As the days are getting shorter
And the moon is coming out
I forgive but don't forget the way you looked at me
Stuck inside a state of depression
Where I can't speak, I can't breath
And all my actions lead to burning, feeling useless
Could I request a Deadpool x Non-binary plus size person where they’re friends with Wade but also in love with them. In order to hide their feelings, reader focuses on other things like spending time with Colossus and the rest of the team. Wade starts noticing and getting jealous, jabbing reader with sarcastic/funny comments until reader confesses at a crucial moment. A dangerous mission 👀👀
Bitte schön😊😊
Danke schön❤️🥰
Hier bitte schön bestie 🥰❤
You confessing your feelings for Wade during a difficult mission includes:
-Wade not wanting to have you on the mission in the first place but Colossus forcing him to actually stand up and hand you over the file of the new mission
-You accepting the file with a fake smile as you secretly don’t want to go on a mission with him, your romantic feelings for him already straining the remaining pieces of your “friendship”
-But you swallowing your anxiety and getting suited up, noticing how Wade keeps looking at your legs whenever you have to walk past him
-”Don’t walk into the door, Sherlock” is what he tells you when you’re about to walk into the closed door of your meeting room
-When everyone is in the jet and flying to the hidden location, you can’t help but notice Deadpool huffing and puffing whenever you and Colossus try to have a conversation, that being a little tradition of the two of you in order to keep your nerves calm and steady during difficult missions
-”Do you have a problem?” you finally snap at Wade when he tries to interrupt you for the sixth time with a loud sigh and huff
-”Nope.” is all he says before turning his head and pretending like you don't’ exist, you not knowing that he’s acting out because he’s afraid that it’s only a matter of a few days before you and Colossus step forward and reveal an imaginary relationship
-Once you arrive at the hidden location, it doesn’t take long before shots are being fired, grenades being through at ya’ll and the whole team having to fight like their lives depend on it
-You’re in the middle of a hand to hand combat when your enemy suddenly surprises you with a blade after having given you a sharp punch to the jaw
-That fucker instantly jammed it into your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp loudly as the sharp pain overtook your senses, making you collapse on the floor while trying to breathe through the pain, your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ear while the shock takes over your body
-”[Y/N]!!” Wade yell once he sees your body collapsing on the dirty ground
-”Fuck you!” he yells at the person that stabbed you before ending their life with a clean headshot while running towards you
-”Hey, hey look at me. You’re gonna be okay? You hear me?” Wade frantically tells you, pressing a cloth to your stab wound and applying a horrible pressure which makes you scream out in pain while tears gather in your eyes
-”I-I love you, Wade” is all you mumble as you feel sudden exhaustion take over you, the blood loss becoming too much and you not knowing whether you’ll survive or not
-Wade does not hesitate to gently kiss you and promise you that everything will be okay while you slip into unconsciousness
-By the time you wake up, you’re in the medical center at the compound, flowers and chocolates resting near the window on a small table
-Suddenly, you feel something warm resting in your hand and when you look down, you see a hand holding yours
-”Yes we’re holding hands, deal with it” Wade’s soft voice chuckles, making you instantly grin before looking up and seeing him sitting next to your bed and holding your hand, a relieved look now taking over his face while tears brim his face
-”Kiss me”
-”Only if you promise not to die while I do so”
-”Shut up and kiss me” you command with a chuckle before Wade leans in and presses his lips softly against yours
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Hi my name is Kyra Hudson and my mother's name is Myra Hudson,she named me after her. One of my mom's last wish was to me buried not cremated. If you could please help out any way you can I would be eternally grateful. If you can't donate that's all right I understand. Could you please spread the word please and thank you.
