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Wade Wilson/Deadpool Part 2

Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Reader PART 2: It Doesn't Matter

A/N: Thanks for the response on my last Deadpool one shot! I'm kinda going through a minor obsession with him so here's another! Also, Please_Dont_Go_  requested a sequel, so enjoy!! :)

Fair warning, It's a little bit shorter than I originally planned.

(Y/N) = Your Name

Disclaimer: I do not own Deadpool or any Marvel franchise.

"Fuck!" you swore angrily, your fist slamming down on the table next to you and resulting in several beakers of chemicals to shake and a pen to roll off of it.

Over two years, it's been. Over two years since you've met Wade Wilson. Two years since you had fallen in love with the man in a red body condom.

Two years of looking for this fucking cure.

You had tried everything, even despite what Francis had said before Wade killed him. You knew, you just knew that there had to be a cure.

Buy you couldn't find a thing. Not a single damn thing.

"Babe?"

You took in a breath. Trust your wonderful boyfriend to come save you...or annoy the shit out of you.

"Yeah Wade?"

"Is something wrong?" he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your head. "Need some lovin'?"

A weak chuckle escaped your lips. "I always need some Wade Wilson lovin'."

"Good answer," he muttered into your hair, and you felt the smile on his face.

His avocado-hate-fucked-another-avocado face.

Your heart dropped at that, and he seemed to notice the change in tension in you.

"What's going on?" his voice took on a fairly rare, more serious tone.

You breathed in and out slowly, trying to compose yourself and figure out what to say.

"I've tried..." you said quietly, reaching your hands up to rest over his and leaned back further into his chest. "I've been trying so hard with this...but I don't think there's anything...I mean, I don't think I can..."

He was quiet for a minute.

"Are you breaking up with me?" his voice was confused and incredulous. "I mean, I know I'm not exactly the hottest thing out there but where is this coming from? Is there something I-"

"Wade, Wade, Wade," you hushed him, quickly turning around in his arms and meeting his wide eyes, "I'm not leaving you, dumbass. That's not what I'm talking about."

He relaxed significantly, though still had an air of confusion. "Then...? What's got my girl all worked up?"

You sighed quietly before reaching up to cup his face with a hand. "I don't think I can do anything...Two years I've looked to fix this and with every day that passes now I believe Francis more and more...There's no way I could get you back to how you were before."

"Ok, that doesn't matter. Want to go out for dinner tonight?"

You huffed. "Wade, I'm serious."

"So am I! I'd kill for a chimichanga right now, babe."

With a growl you pulled away from him, not in the mood for his antics.

"Two years I've been looking for a cure for you. It's how we met; it's why we stayed together for a while. And now you're telling me that it doesn't matter?!"

"Hey, hey," he reaches out for you again, wrapping his hand through yours, "I didn't realize you were still looking! I figured after what Francis said-"

"That man lied to me for years, why would I believe a word he said?"

"Fair enough, but still. It's been so long, (Y/N). I figured you would have moved on by now. I did."

"Oh really?" you questioned, skeptical.

"Yes really!" he insisted, grabbing your other hand and waving both of your arms around a bit. "I get that it's not the hottest thing out there, but life goes on, right? Besides, I have the epic suit now, right? The whole Deadpool thing? Remember that?"

"But you shouldn't have to hide yourself away, Wade. You should be able to love who you are under the mask..." you couldn't meet his eyes.

"Who says I don't?" he questioned, bending his head down to try to look at your face fully. "This isn't something else is it? I mean, you're not ashamed of me or something?"

Your head snapped up as you shook it quickly. "No, no. It doesn't matter to me how you look Wade, believe that. It's just that...well...I promised you I'd find a cure. And I always assumed that was the reason you stayed..." your voice trailed off nervously.

"You thought I only stayed with you because..." his voice was quiet for a moment, until he burst out into laughter. "Jeez, (Y/N), give me more credit than that. I mean, come on, I obviously keep you around for the sex-"

You bit back a laugh and hit his chest, a grin splitting across you face.

"There's the smile I wanted," Wade said softly, reaching up to cup your face this time. "I mean it, (Y/N). The cure doesn't matter. I have you, and I love you, and someday you're gonna have our babies that will have my pretty genes and won't be all gross and wrinkled like me."

You laughed loudly. "Trust you to bring up baby making at a time like this."

"Well, had to get you in the mood somehow," he joked, pulling you towards him. "You wanna practise for when we're ready for them?"

"I thought you wanted dinner."

He hummed, burying his head into your hair.

"Maybe I want a different kind of dinner now."

You just shook your head and laughed.

"I love you, Wade. I hope you know that."

"I love you too, babe."

A/N: REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

I'm not stopping writing. Not at all. However, I'm a little swamped with requests right now and I'd like to catch up. Also, I'm starting to write an original story, and I'd like to give that a fair shot before letting the oneshots take over my whole writing life, ya know?

Maybe that doesn't make sense. Who knows.

Like I say, I'm not done writing, but I hope you understand why requests are currently closed. They'll open again someday, but until then...Thanks for reading!! I'll hopefully post a decent amount over the March break.

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