Deadpool X Male! Reader

Arrival

Warning: Self-Harm, Abuse, Murder, Blood, Strong Language,Sexual Content, and Cursing.

To clear things up for new readers:

Y/N = your name

Y/FI = your first initial

Y/LI = your last initial

Y/L = your last name

S/C = skin color

E/C = eye color

H/C = hair color

D/H = dominant hand/arm

POV = point of view

A/N = author note

Y/N was in his room nursing a new bruise his stepdad, Tim, had given him on the top bunk of his bunk-bed. He cried as he cut long shallow cuts in his S/C arms and thighs.

“I just wish Deadpool would just kill the fuckers. Tim and her,Mom.”

He sobbed into his mattress. He turned over onto his back and stared at the Deadpool poster on his ceiling. He stretched  out his D/H hand to touch the face of Deadpool on his poster.

“Please?” Y/N begged his poster.

He rolled over on to his side and cried into his Deadpool plushie before falling asleep.

---Next Day---

Y/N’s POV

Tom raised his hand to slap me again. Right then I wake up. I slowly drag myself to the ladder at the foot of my bed.

“Come on Sleepyhead, We’ve got work to do!” I hear a deep but gentle voice tell me. I turn my head towards the sound. I can’t see. Right. My glasses.

“Need these?” The voice asks. I feel a rough hand, no, a gloved hand put my glasses on my face. I blink twice and look at the figure. I recognize him instantly. Wade Wilson, Deadpool. I rub my eyes and blink. Surely, he’s not actually there, is he?

“Am I really so incredibly handsome that you can’t believe I’m real? Cuz I am.” He looks around my Deadpool merch-covered room and I blush. “Big fan, huh?” He smiles big, even through his mask.

“Y-yeah.” I stutter out, my cheeks burning hotter.

“Well, come on, we got some motherfuckers to kill. Don't we?”

A/N: I will try to update every week but I will tell you if I can't update.