A/N: This is for @girl-next-door-writes celebration challenge! I had the song ‘I Miss You’ by Blink -182. Also I’m a complete procrastinator and wrote this last minute, but I think it’s pretty good! Forgive me WW!
Fucking a million flights of stairs and suddenly leaving your two timing ex was looking like a bad idea. Okay, not really, but you were regretting picking the apartment four flights up. And the damn elevator was broken, how very convenient and pretty much the story of your life. Luckily the movers were able to get the large furniture up the day before and now it was the small shit you had to lug up the damn stairs. You made good timing by leaving the boxes in front of your door, piled up together instead of dragging each one into the apartment. That way you didn’t have the seduction of the comfy couch becking to you.
I wanted to put one of him with his scarred face but I couldn’t find one that was cute enough. Because it had to be pretty cute…
“Wade?” You called, walking into the living room of your apartment. You found him spread across the couch, his mask coming off half his face and large slash masks across the chest area of his suit.
A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you watched his chest rise and fall gently. When he was asleep you could almost forget that he was a ruthless assassin.
Walking over to your boyfriend, you leant over the arm of the couch where his head lay. You gently pulled his mask up so you could kiss him on the forehead. Pressing his lips to his scarred skin, you closed your eyes.
Next thing you knew, strong hands had grabbed your waist and flipped you over onto the couch. When you opened your eyes and gained your bearings again, you realised that you were now somehow on the couch with Wade leaning above you. His hands were on either side of the couch by your head.
“Wade…” You said slowly.
“Yes, (Y/n)?” He smiled innocently.
“What was that for?”
“What was what for?” He grinned.
“Why have you trapped me on the couch.”
“Because I like you underneath me.” Wade winked at you and you rolled your eyes.
“That’s not a good enough reason to nearly break my neck.”
“I think it is.” Wade smirked, leaning down to kiss you. He bit your lip before pulling away.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.” He said, leaning down again to kiss you gently on the forehead.
You felt yourself blush slightly.
“Ah! See, I got the colour in your cheeks!” Wade said, triumphant.
“Oh shut up.” You placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to you. You leaned up to kiss him but Deadpool put his hand between your two lips.
“Wait, wait.” He said.
“You really don’t want me to kiss you?” You said, eyebrow raised.
“No, no.” He removed the hand and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss which lasted only a few seconds.
“Am I the only one who gets that colour in your cheeks?” He asked.
“Oh no, I have like twenty other boyfriends who get me to blush by saying cute things.” You rolled your eyes.
“Hey, don’t get sarcastic with me, Missy.” Wade tapped your nose with a finger.
“But seriously, am I the only-” You cut him off by pulling his lips back to yours, shifting so that you were lying side by side on the couch, and then so you were lying on him.
“You’re the only one, Wade. And you were right, I do love you.”
“Good.” He smiled, “Because you should know that if someone else ever does try to get you to blush like I do, I would like to invite them round for tea.”