*I wrote most of this little series a while ago, but I'm still really proud of it so I'm gonna finish it up and post it here for you guys!*

*Female Reader*

*Part 1/3*

*Fandom: Marvel/Deadpool*

*Warnings: okay so like serious trigger warning for this series. The first part isn't so bad, but there's a creepy stalker who writes really fucked up letters. Also there's blood and gore and death soooo yeah please be careful if you're sensitive to that stuff*

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Okay, so you weren't one for hurting people. And you didn't like people getting hurt. But you'd had enough of this weird, creepy stalker.

You'd never had a stalker before, and you never would have expected to have one. In all seriousness, you thought of yourself as very mediocre when it came to looks, and you'd never found yourself to be that interesting. But I guess there's a first time for everything, huh?

This guy was a real creep. He'd sit outside your house in this black car and follow you around when you went outside. Not to mention the creepy love letters he kept sliding under your door. You were just done.

You did some digging, and found out about this place where bounty hunters and mercenaries hung out. So you went, met up with this guy named Weasel, and he hooked you up with some guy named Deadpool. You figured out a place and time to meet, and you were on your way back home.

You scheduled for him to meet you here the next night, so all you could do was wait.

And so the next night, you heard a tapping on your window. You peeked through the side of the curtain to see the man you could only assume was Deadpool. You were told he wore a strange suit, but this was not what you'd expected.

You opened the window to let him in. "Thanks, sweetcheeks," he said.

You groaned. "Don't call me that."

"Alright then, what should I call you? Babe? Honey? Princess? Mine~?" he purred, leaning in. You pushed his face away and sat down on your bed.

"(Y/N) is fine, thanks," you said a bit aggressively.

"Ooh, feisty, me likey," he laughed.

"Look, I called you here for a reason, can we just get to that?" you huffed, crossing your arms.

"Alright, darling, who's the son of a bitch I gotta kill?" he asked, taking a nearby chair and sitting on it backwards.

You sighed. "I... I don't know his name, or really anything about him. But he's a creep and he won't leave me alone. I wasn't gonna go so far as hiring someone like you but..." you paused as you reached over to the drawer beside your table. You reached in and grabbed his latest letter.

"In the last letter he pushed under my door, he said he was gonna... do some stuff to me. And..." you felt the tears coming on, but you tried your best to hold them back. "I'm scared." Your voice broke as you said those last words, and you felt tears slowly begin to stream down your face.

Damn your emotions.

He leaned over and grabbed the letter, reading through it. The eye things on his mask widened at first, and then you swore you could see the anger in them. "This is fucked up," he growled quietly.

"Alright, well here's what I'm gonna do," he said, looking back up at you. "I'm gonna stay here until this sicko shows up, and then I'm gonna blast his brains out."

"Wait, what? You're gonna stay here? At my house?!" you asked.

"You may not like it sweetheart, but it's the best way to be able to get to him before he can hurt you," he said sternly. This was way different than the goofy man he was before.

You thought for a moment. He may be a weirdo, but he was a weirdo who could save your life.

"Okay. Yeah, I guess you can stay," you muttered.

"You didn't have a choice, darling," he chuckled.

And so the craziest time in your life began.

You started gathering blankets and stuff so he could sleep on the floor by your bed. You'd rather he slept on the couch, but he insisted, saying it was better for your safety if he could be as close as possible. Ugh.

"So...do you have a name? I feel weird just calling you Deadpool all the time," you asked, trying to fill the silence.

"Call me Wade, princess," he said, pointing a finger gun at you.

"Alright, Wade, if you're gonna be staying here, you need to quit with the pet names," you growled.

"No can do, sweetheart. You take me, you get the nicknames," he purred. You sighed.

"Alright, whatever. Your bed's all finished," you said, stepping away from that and sitting on your own bed.

"Aww, you spoil me, honey," Wade laughed, plopping down on his makeshift bed.

"You're gonna sleep in that leather suit? Isn't that uncomfortable?" you asked. He looked down at his suit.

"Oh, yeah, I probably shouldn't sleep in this," he mused, and then proceeded to strip it off.

"Woah WOAH what are you doing?!" you yelled, covering your eyes.

"Relax, babe, I have underwear underneath. Besides, it's what the author wants, and I can't control that," he shrugged.

"What...?" you asked quietly to yourself. You uncovered your eyes to find him in his underwear, but still wearing his mask. And he was covered in scars.

"Like what you see~?" Wade asked suggestively.

"I...Sorry but...Ah geez, what happened?" you asked, furrowing your brows in concern.

Wade paused. "Bad stuff, sweetheart. Good thing slash bad thing but probably mostly bad, I basically can't die. So you're probably pretty safe with me."

You looked at him sympathetically for a moment. "Wow...Uh..." you couldn't think of anything to say.

"Ah, it's fine, hot stuff. How about you just get some sleep, alright?" Wade said, waving it off.

You didn't press the matter, and instead turned to get comfy. "Good night," you said. He was silent for a bit.

"Good night," he finally responded, and eventually you fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, you woke to find that sometime during the night, Wade had made his way onto your bed. His arms were wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, which you had snuggled into. You hesitated. You knew you should have pulled out of the embrace, heck you barely even knew the guy, but you felt so oddly comfortable and safe.

'Ah, what the heck,' you thought, and snuggled back into his chest. 'A few more minutes won't hurt anything.'

And that was when you heard him chuckle, feeling the rumble in his chest. "Comfy?" you heard him say, and you quickly ripped yourself out of his grip, shoving him away and sitting up.

"I-I wasn't..it-it didn't," you stumbled over your words, trying to defend yourself. You were interrupted by a crashing sound downstairs followed by a low laughter that sent fear shooting through every nerve in your body.

"Oh (Y/N)eypie~ I'm home~ I gave you time, baby, but now time's up!" a terrifyingly crazy voice called from downstairs.

"Oh god, he's here," you panicked, your voice no more than a whisper. Wade bolted out of bed, yanking on his suit as quickly as possible.

He looked over at you and spoke, an urgent tone in his voice. "Stay here. No matter what you hear, no matter what happens, do not leave this room. Bad shit is about to go down, and a pretty girl like you doesn't need to get caught in the middle of it." And with that, he left the room, strolling down to wherever the sick creep was hiding.