'Merc With A Heart?' (Deadpool x Reader) [ DISCONTINUED ]

'I Stole Your Heart.'

I haven't gone back to that alley yet. It's been two days. Two days of being paranoid. Everytime I heard a sound, I would basically jump twenty feet off the ground. Figuratively, of course.
I didn't get much sleep last night, or the night before. My mind just kept replaying the scene of the poor man's death. I never understood why or why the killer was wearing a suit, but he is weird. Very weird. Not to mention myself, of course. I'm a little more on the wacky side, too. But I felt sick to my stomach to remember that I smiled when leaving after meeting a killer.
I never got his name, and I don't think I wanted to. However, I'm curious to find out who's under that mask... No way I'm going to try, though. That's called dancing with death? Yeah... Last time I checked, I don't do that kind of thing.
My eyes fluttered open. I was sweating from being under the covers, but I was too afraid to reveal any of my limbs to my bedroom. Ya know...just in case. You can never be too careful.
I turned over and reached for my phone, until I felt something bulky under my hand. I lifted my head and saw my "you're-fired" box. I swear I thought I left that in alley... Of course I knew that, but I was too chicken to go and get it.
Beside it, there was a little sheet of lined paper. On the front it said;
"From Deadpool"
I squinted at the name. Never heard of it, I thought. I opened the folded sheet up and saw a short note horribly written;
"You forgot your box thingy."
I winced. Who knows it was my box... Then it came to me. The killer was the only one I spoke to in that alley. I tossed the note to the side and opened the box to make sure everything was in there. But, they weren't. Instead there were boxes of chocolate and a dead rose. I set the box to the side and caught the sight of my mini whiteboard from work, on the floor. Little respect for my things, I thought.
I slide back down in my covers and turn to the opposite side of the box. I felt my leg touch something from under the covers. I lifted the covers to inspect the object, when I realized there's a person in my bed. A costumed person in red and black.
"Did you like my presents?" He asked excitingly. I shrieked and jumped from the bed.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UNDER THERE!!! What are you doing in my house!?!" I hollered. He chuckled and stood up on the bed, with his boots on.
"I was cold, so I came to your house and decided to snuggle with you." He said proudly. I put my hands on my hips.
"Cuddle with what? You were under the covers!" I yell.
"With those amazing legs you got there. I really hit the jackpot with you, my dear. You seemed to like it, your panties were all wet!" He laughed and dropped his eyes down to my underwear. I don't wear pants to bed, because I'm usually by myself. I look down to my underwear and gasp, blushing red. He was right, and I know it.
"That's just...um..." I bite my lip from embarrassment. He jumps off the bed and I could tell he was smirking under that mask. He walks towards me.
"Just your love for me? Did I steal your heart?" He asks, pushing himself back and forth with his feet. I look away guiltily.
How was this happening? Could I... Could I be in love with a murderer? No, it can't be, I'm just... Oh man, does this make me a bad person? Thoughts raced across my mind when I looked up to see him right in front of me, with his hands on my shoulders. His grip was strong and firm against me.
"Hey babe, or should I say... (Y/N)?" I widen my eyes. He knows my name? How? He pulls out my wallet from his pocket and holds up my ID. "You're much prettier up close." He flirts, referring to my terrible ID picture. I find myself blushing again! Ugh!
He's got me pinned against my own wall. He slowly lifts the bottom of his mask and comes closer to my face.
I'm scared but ready at the same time. It's like I'm scared that I want to kiss him. What I wasn't ready for, was the major burned looking skin he had. But, his lips were nice and normal, that's all that mattered to me at the moment.
Then I shock myself by pushing forwards and kissing him myself, cupping his face in my hands. He seems shocked too, but then returns the kiss to me, heavier and more deeper, as if he's done it many times before. I pull away to catch my breath.
"W-wow," He says breathlessly, "didn't expect that little surprise. Oh man, you're an amazing kisser." The more he talked, the more I wanted his mouth to shut up and kiss mine.
I leaned forwards when he pulled me into him. His chest felt so buff against my body. I reached for his lips and slipped some tongue into his mouth. He smirked and we were soon sharing kisses with each other. His body was warm from under the suit, and then... his hands clenched my ass.

"Woah woah woah! What are you doing?" I blushed from his grip and reluctantly pulled away. What was I doing? I thought to myself shamefully. But I knew exactly what I was doing. And I wanted more of it. But something told me I couldn't rush it. Whatever this is.
I sigh and move away, turning to my closet. I reached for my ID card for work, when I remembered, I don't have a job anymore. I looked down at my old work stuff on the floor.
"What's with the pause? We were having a moment!" The man- Deadpool exclaimed. He pulled his mask back down over his chin.
"A couple of days ago, I was fired." I say bluntly. He looks at the stuff on the floor.
"Oh," he says, "hm, how come?"
"I don't know. He said I stole from the company. But I didn't, and I let my job get stolen from me." I say angrily. I form a fist with my hands and look down at my wooden floor. He seems to ponder on it for a few seconds.
"Oh shit," he exclaims, "what's the chances I would've picked you to frame." He says while twirling his fingers around. I stand there, shocked.
"You mean..." I trail off blankly.
"Yep, I might've stolen from the company and used you for the blame... Oh and," He turned to the box and pulled out a little flyer for a club, "Here, it's a new club down the street. How about we talk things over a drink."

I look down at the flyer and take it. I was framed, and now I'm jobless and soon I'll be broke. I accept his offer and he leads me to the club through alleys.