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Deadpool X Reader pt. 24 'Demons'*Zyoom...*Deadpool X Reader pt. 24 'Demons' by StealthFox48
"Huh?" I looked at the small object that just blurred in front of me.
"What the hell?" I looked around the tops of the building the best I could. Was someone throwing things at me? They must be skilled because I am currently located on Wade's shoulder and he's running at about 15 miles an hour.
A glimpse of red and silver flashed across the building on the opposing street side. "Deadpool? Do you know that guy?" I can feel him immediately tense up. "Guy? What guy? I don't see a guy. You're imagining things."
"I'm serious," I say, voice starting to tremble. Anyone could sense the now evident fear in my voice. "He's throwing knives at me!"
"Did he hit you?"
"Of course not! Trust me, you would've noticed!"
"Then you're fine~"
"Now's not the time for jokes, you blockhead! Now let me down before I get decapitated-"
*zzzzzyyyy . . . ooM--SHUNK*
"Ah-h-hh", a familiar pain throbs in my temples and my blood runs cold. I feel my neck in search of the source of my
DeadpoolXReader (Part 3)DeadpoolXReader (Part 3) by GamerFreakGG4127
You drowsily wake up while trying to adjust your eyes in the darkness and ignore that the fact you felt like you got hit by a train.
"What the- what happened?"
You tried stretching, but realized you were bounded to a chair with your hands tied on the armrests.
"This isn't going to end well, is it?" you asked yourself.
Suddenly, lights go on revealing that you are sitting at a table for two decorated with flowers of all kinds and construction paper hearts. Confetti falls down upon you as you observe the surroundings of your whereabouts. Stunned by all that's happening, you didn't notice a presence that was right behind you.
That voice. You knew that voice from anywhere. You turned around to see the Merc with a Mouth in his normal attire with a bouquet of roses.
"I can hear the bells. Am I crazy? Cause I hear them," Deadpool questioned, sniffing the flowers.
A blush crept slowly on your face, but a slightly angered expression prevented that from happening.