Deadpool's POV
Oh God, what the shit are we doing? We basically kidnapped her.
Relax. She seemed ok with it. Besides, look at her. Who wouldn't wanna kidnap that little psychotic piece of ass?
Will you guys shut the hell up? I'm gonna try to talk to her, so try not to be the annoying cock blockers that you usually are.
Oh please. Without us, you would've never scored Domino.
Just shut the fuck up for now.
After we bought the apartment, we walked up the stairs to the 3rd floor, with her in front of me. Thank God she wore short shorts. I was seriously considering to squeeze.
You fool! Wait until we get in the apartment.
I've never been this frustrated since I saw Black Widow for the first time. But she doesn't compare to Harley at all. It's like the league of chimichangas heard my prayers and made the girl of my dreams. I'm touching myself tonight.
When we get in, the apartment is fully furnished but I saw a few crack pipes here and there. I picked one up and showed it to Harley.
"Hey. Hey, Harley," she turned around, "I know what I'm doing this weekend!"
"Oh come on, Dead, we don't even have any crack. Plus, Mistah J would never let me....... nevermind..." she said as she turned away from me and hid her face in her hands.
"Harl? Hey, what happened? Who's Mister J? Isn't he the guy from America's Next Top Model?"
"What? No. He's my boyfriend. WAS. I don't know anymore," Harley whimpered.
"Hey, you can tell me."
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My Not-So Sane Romance
RandomThis is a Harleypool fanfic with tons of cursing ( bc what's a story with Deadpool without some big boy curse words?), a psychotic romance, AND TONS. OF. ACTION.
