TRIGGER WARNING
ATTEMPTED SA, ABUSE, AND TORTURE
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Quentin Beck had a rough childhood, his dad talked more to his dead mom than him and when he did acknowledge the poor son it was only to bully him, which Beck already dealt with at school. Things...
A/N Hey I'm so sorry guys, I'm not sure what was going on with the website... if there's any unusual messages, I didn't type them, and I'm trying to fix it. So sorry!!
Life was weird sometimes. One day you can be dancing to Katy Perry with no care in the world, and the next you can find yourself at the local bar drinking your feelings away. Why were his emotions always so black and white? Why was Stark able to torment him without even being alive. It wasn't fair.
"Heya buddy." A cheerful voice spoke. When Quentin looked over, he found a really tall man with one of the most handsome faces he had ever seen. God, his heart for men was about to leap out of his chest, but, he'd keep it in his pants. After all, he didn't even know the guy's name. "Mind if I sit here?"
"What's the occasion?" Beck asked.
"Mainly some hurt comfort content for the readers, but also the fact that the writer forgot all about our friendship."
"...What?"
"Or yknow," The man went ahead and sat down next to Quentin before raising his glass. "You seemed lonely." Wade took a sip before squinting. "You look like an actor that was just signed onto a role that they hated but in fear of being fired they're drinking the hatred away."
A small smirk came across his face. It wasn't even that funny, it was more random and caught him off guard. "So, uh, what's your name?"
"Wade."
The villain shook his hand with a quiet nod. "Quentin."
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The two hit it off almost instantly. Almost as if it were fate. Or plot. How's the story going so far? I do hope you are enjoying it, my dear readers.
Alright alright, sorry, sorry, now to your regularly almost gay scheduled programming.
Quentin hadn't laughed this much since, well... he was a child. Wade was definitely a w̶e̶i̶r̶d̶ totally handsome guy, but the energy he had was just so joyful. Turned out Wilson (that was my last name, the author just forgot to write that dialog) didn't have any plans nor did he have any family members. It was safe to say that now Beck had a new roommate.
They used hairbrushes for karaoke, baked dinner and more. It was almost odd, Wade seemed to know exactly what Quentin needed. It was almost as if he were a guardian angel. A handsome guardian angel at that. One that was supposed to be sent to hell, but Heaven made a sorting error.
Quentin even felt comfortable enough to share his past to the man. The past about him and the famous Tony Stark. Some wheezes of laughter left Beck as Wade made all these dramatic gasping noises and expressions. This was just what he needed. A friend that would stick through with his craziness because Wade was just as crazy if not more insane.
"I just don't really know what I did wrong." The shorter man spoke. The two were laying in opposite directions. Quentin at the front and Wade at the back. The merc with a mouth had his arms behind his head, while the other had his crossed.
"I'm really glad I met you," He continued. "I was feeling lonely."
"No shit. No man goes to a bar by himself and doesn't feel depressed or alone."
Q chuckled. "You got me there."
"T-Dog really missed out. You have perfect genes. The curves? Immaculate. Ass? Little flat, but sometimes people prefer that, no shaming here."
Yes sir. They connected like a puzzle. They would have totally hooked up too, but Jake Gyllenhaal over here is too committed to this world's Robert D Junior. Woof. Anywho, since the chapter isn't going anywhere, how about some shameful advertising instead!
Deadpool 3, next year, July, which all the best movies come out in, the 26th. If you show up opening day, you get a Hello Kitty sticker! (this isn't true)
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