Insert Hero: Deadpool (BNHA X Female Deadpool Reader)

Prologue

Hi, I'm (Y/N) (L/N).

You're probably wondering why you're here.

Quite simple really. You are me, I am you. We are one. Not the Venom kind of thing but you get the rest of it.

We're gonna know about our story. You read it right. OUR. Capital O-U-R story.

And who better to make the script and plot than the person who made this, right?

So, yeah. You just sit tight, make yourself comfortable. Make sure no family members are around you so that you can make any expressions you like without them wanting to see your phone or laptops or shits.

You could laugh and cry or whatever, doesn't really matter.

But hey, you can even decide on who we might get as a love interest. It's our story after all. I wonder who's gonna be the lucky guy to love our crazy ass self.

I'm gonna be breaking lots and lots of fourth walls here that not even flex tape can fix. So let's start with a very sad and angsty prologue before we become badass.

ANYWAYYSSSSSS

ON WITH THE STORY!

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Soft humming can be heard inside a room as a small girl held a very thick book in her hands. The book's cover was white with the title engraved in gold colors. The book was given to her from an anonymous messenger. Only she is allowed to read its contents. If others were to take a peek, they would only see colorful pictures fit for a child to see. But for the child herself, she sees the words neatly on each page.

Ah, yes. Little (Y/N) is reading the plot of her story.

But alas, how would she even understand it when she is only a child at the age of 4?

She can read, yes but only the easiest words she already knows. The book in her hands has lots and lots of big words that not even a child can understand. But there is that one scenario that caught her attention the most in her story.

She would be getting a quirk soon.

She already knew what a quirk is. She literally lives in a world where quirks exists. Looking at many pro heroes saving and helping the citizens made her awestruck. She would always hear her classmates at kindergarten talking about which pro hero is their favorite while she would read the story books her school has.

The child gently placed the book down on her bed as she turned her head upwards and looked at the ceiling of her room.

"Ne, what kind of quirk will I be having author?" the girl asked the author.

Wait

WHAT?

'I cannot say. It would be better if you have read the script.'

"But reading is so tiring. Won't it be better to tell me instead?" (Y/N) whined as she laid down on her bed before hearing a knock at her bedroom door.

"(Y/N)? Sweetie, we're going to the hospital tomorrow to get you a checkup and find out about your quirk, alright?" you heard your mother's voice called out as she opened the door and saw you on the bed.

You let out a gasp before standing on your bed and jumping on the soft mattress, your excitement growing even more and more. Your mother lightly laughed at your cuteness as you smiled at her.

"Mama! Mama! I wanna know what my quirk is! I want it to be like All Might's quirk! He punches the villains and goes boom! wham! ka-pow!" you exclaimed as you punched the air, imitating the number one hero.