Deadpool's POV
You fucking saw that right?
Yeah, WE JUST SAW HARLEY GET DRESSED! SWEET!
No, you idiot, Harley fucked Joker.
You're wrong. It didn't mean anything. Did it? Ah, shit what is this feeling I have in my chest? It sucks monkey balls!
Motherfucker, stop denying it. You're heartbroken by that little cheating bi--
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT," I yell out loud.
I don't know what the actual fuck is happening to me. This never happened with Domino, or even Death. What makes Harley so different? Is it her evil, red smile? Her knack for mayhem? Her awesome ass?
It's probably her ass.
Shut the hell up, I'm having a self reflection moment, you douche.
But before I could think about Harley for another second, I see her come through the door, followed by a blinding light shining through. I've never been happier in my life.
For six seconds.
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My Not-So Sane Romance
De TodoThis 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.
