ENIGMA (Deadpool x Seme Male Reader)

008 - Pink

Wade wasn't lying. His pancakes were really good. You were also pleasantly surprised by the fact that he felt comfortable casually having his mask pushed up slightly, his mouth exposed to more effectively showcase his emotions.

He was an insanely expensive man, and you didn't doubt that if he removed his mask, you'd never get bored of looking at his face while he was talking. He'd already climbed out of his shell somewhat, joking with you and gesticulating wildly when he was ranting about something utterly inane or some banal drama he had encountered on Twitter.

The doorbell rang. You frowned, and Wade paused as well, halting his current monologue about how much he despised Taylor Swift.

"Hey Jarvis?"

Yes, (Y/N)?

"Who is it?"

Three men from the delivery company. Your furniture has arrived

Wade jumped up from his spot on the rug, dashing to the door while pulling his mask back down. You stood behind him, ready to intervene in case the delivery guys became hostile. More for their sakes than Wade's, of course.

Thankfully, they simply seemed confused at Wade's attire - a bright pink apron settled snugly over his red and black suit. You looked down at the boxes. "Thanks for your help," you told them. "We'll carry it in. The place is covered in our pheromones so even if you guys are betas you'll have trouble. Tell me, how many things in there are pink?"

One of the men snorted. "Almost fucking everything, dude. I'm guessing he picked the colours?"

You gave him a faux, sorrowful nod. "What other colours did you pick, Wade?"

"Black obviously," he rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip. You laughed.

"Pink, black and white. It works, I suppose."

"Of course it works, I'm a goddamn interior design genius."

You quirked a brow. "Says the man who used a broken fridge as a coffee table in his old apartment."

Wade looked scandalized. "I told you that in confidence!"

You pursed your lips to keep yourself from laughing.

"And it was a very nice fridge, asshole."

The moment the words were out of his mouth you barked a laugh and brushed past him, squeezing his shoulder lightly before turning to the men again. "Did you guys receive a tip yet?"

They shook their heads. You rummaged around in your pants pocket and pulled out three ten dollar bills. "It's not much, sorry. I need to withdraw money again."

The workers took the notes gratefully and turned to leave with muttered farewells. You bent down to pick up a box.

"Why don't you go out? You don't have to be here 24/7," Wade said, throwing a smaller box over his toned shoulder.

"We'll be meeting with the doctor at her office tomorrow. We'll stop at an ATM then.

Wade paused. "Can I wear my suit when we're out?"

"Of course. Maybe just wear a hoodie over it so that you're not immediately recognizable. I'm sure you've got more than your share of enemies."