Deadpool X Reader: Maximum Effort

Survival Mode

You had locked yourself inside the bedroom you and Deadpool share. You figured you could take this time to change out of your pajamas and into something more comfortable. You go into one of your drawers and pull out a cute work out outfit. You slipped your PJs off and started to change when you heard a knock on the door.
"Hey toots, hurry up in there!"
Deadpool was rushing you. But why? It's not like he had to go anywhere....
"I HAVE A JOB TO GET TO!"
Damn. You try to hurry but the tight fitting ensemble was a little tricky to put on. You finally finish changing and open the door. Before you even had a chance to speak, Deadpool rushes in and starts running around trying to change into his costume.
"Uh Deadpool?..."
"Can't talk toots. I gotta get going!"
"To where?"
"I told you I have a job."
You walk out the room and allow Deadpool to change. Shortly after he steps out of the room and goes into the closet in your living room. He brings out a black and pink Hello Kitty duffle bag and you almost giggle.
"What's in the cute bag?" you snicker.
"I'm going to assume that's a genuine question and to answer that question: this is all my stuff that I need for my jobs."
You were confused. You never did ask Deadpool how he made a living. But you only assumed that it had to be something shady since he had so much cash. You hated stereotyping but there's no way a guy like him could have so much money.
"How long will you be gone?" was all you could manage to ask before Deadpool made it to the door.
"Uh... Maybe a couple of days?"
A couple of days without Deadpool? For some reason, this was unsettling to you.
"Aww are you gonna miss me toots?"
You didn't want to admit it but maybe you would miss him. Just a little.
"What?! Miss you? Ha! No way!" you scoffed as you stretched your arms out. "I finally get this whole place to myself! An I don't have to worry about being groped in my sleep"
"Admit it babe, you're gonna miss me! ;)"
"As if! I'm gonna enjoy the peace and quite."
You looked around the apartment. What were you gonna do to entertain yourself while he was gone?
"Well don't get into too much trouble. And if you do, at least take pictures for me! :3 Haha see you in a few days, sweet cheeks!"
And with that, Deadpool left the apartment and you were left alone. It felt weird not having Deadpool around. It had only been a coupe of days since Deadpool moved in and you were already missing him.... Missing him?!? You couldn't believe what you were thinking! You decided to go for a run to get your mind off things. Some "fresh" air would help you clear your thoughts. You jogged for a couple of blocks and then you walked another block. While you were walking, you felt uneasy. You felt like someone was following you. You didn't know who or why but you didn't like it. You started walking faster. But that feeling was still there. You didn't like this at all. You were getting really nervous. You knew someone was following you. How? You weren't quite sure but you just had this... Sense... Something wasn't right and you weren't about to stick around to find out. You decided to cross to the other side of the street to see if you were really being followed. You waited for the cross walk light to change. And you subtly looked around for your pursuer... You noticed a figure trying to hide in the shadows of an alleyway. As the light changed, you stepped off the curb an made your across the street...

And the figure followed you.

You quickened your pace...
He was getting closer... Yes HE... You just knew it was a man.

You decided to run! Instantly, you take off sprinting and you can hear heavy steps chasing after you. You dare not look over your shoulder and risk tripping.
You were running out of breath and you were scared.
You decided the only way you would get of this was....
... To stand and fight.

Without hesitation, you stop running. The assailant is closing in. You hear what sounds like a knife being drawn as he runs toward you...
Suddenly, with one swift movement, the hooded stranger is slammed face first into the concrete. He lays there in pain and in shock. You place your right foot on the back of his neck and take his left arm and twist it.
"WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!"
The assailant refused to speak...
"YOU'VE GOT 5 SECONDS TO START TALKING BEFORE I RIP YOUR ARM FROM ITS SOCKET!!!"
"Okay okay!!! I was gonna mug you!" he stuttered in fear.
"You're a fucking liar!"
You slightly twist and pull on the man's arm. "TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!"
"Okay okay!! I was gonna take you into the alley and... You know... Do my thing." His voice trembled. You almost felt sorry for him... Almost.
You kneeled down a bit, still holding his arm an pressing your foot against his neck.
"If I ever see you around this part of town again, I'll rip your heart out from your chest an make you watch it beat in my hand" you said in the most sinister whisper. With that, you released him and he ran like hell.
You stood proud and began walking back to your apartment, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You felt yourself slowing down. You felt extremely fatigued. That whole ordeal drained you. But nonetheless you made your way up to your apartment. Your energy was depleting and you slowly lost strength. You miraculously manage to open an close the door. You stumble to the couch and fall face first into the cushions. An suddenly you black out.

*FAST FORWARD 24 HOURS*
You wake up feeling extremely groggy. You feel around for the TV remote. Your fingers find the elusive remote and you turn on the TV. Today's news is on. Wait.... It's the next day!! You slept a whole day?!? What the hell happened? Then you remember that terrifying ordeal from yesterday. Your adrenaline rush was so intense that it caused you to black out. While you tried to gather your thoughts, your phone buzzed. You took the phone from the pocket in the waistband of your workout pants and check to see who text you. It was Deadpool!

"Hey toots! I'm still working but I should be back tomorrow morning. Think you could have some breakfast ready for me? ;)"

Seeing that text brought a smile to your face. After what happened yesterday, you needed a sense of normalcy. You text back a simple "sure". You tried to collect yourself and decided to take a shower. You washed away the sweat and dirt from your body and you prepared for the day. Since you didn't have a job yet, your only job was to make sure the apartment stayed clean. So you went around the place doing light cleaning and making sure that the laundry was done. This was all done relatively quickly despite your lack of energy. You spent the rest of the night watching TV and enjoying the night.
But you felt a little lonely.
Your mind started to drift into your own thoughts of home and your family. You missed them so much but you knew you couldn't go back. They wouldn't understand what happened to you.
Your phone buzzed as it sat on the coffee table in front of you.
You check it. It's Deadpool again.
"Hey toots! ..... I'm bored"
You giggle, imaging Deadpool's voice saying it.
You spent the rest of the night texting back and forth with him. Exchanging random selfies and jokes until you fell asleep. The last text you received from him reading:
"Goodnight (F/N). I'll be home tomorrow. Have some pancakes (and your sweet ass) ready for me ;) "

---------End Part 6---------

Hello everyone! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update the story!!! I've been a little preoccupied with some personal stuff...
I just went through a really tough breakup and I haven been wanting to write about anything cute and mushy. I'm still hurting from the break up. It happened about 2 months ago so everything is still pretty fresh. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this update! If it seems a little too rushed please let me know! I don't wanna ruin the story for you all just because I'm going through tough times. I'll be updating the story again very soon. Oh and thank you to everyone who has been voting for my story! I really appreciate it!!!