Author's Note: I am no way affiliated with Deadpool/Marvel. This is just a story I made up and is ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
*Deadpool walks into his apartment and slumps down into couch*
"Phew, what a day! I'm going to bed," he says as he gets up from couch and walks over to his room.
"Well… look who we have here! Hey there babe!" Deadpool smirked as he stroked the bed sheets beside the sleeping girl who seemed to have not realized that she was in someone else's house, let alone Deadpool's.
"What?..." the mysterious girl mumbled sleepily.
She opened one eye and cried, "HOLY CRAP! I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude, I really didn't think that anyone lived in this dump…"
"Relaaaaax! You can stay here as long as you want" Deadpool said in a rather flirty tone.
"Haha. Very funny. I would get going but I really fucked up my life and this is probably the best place that this retched city has to offer," She said as she went back to bed.
"The name's Wilson. Wade Wilson. Otherwise known as Deadpool, the greatest hero Marvel has ever known," bragged Deadpool.
"That's *YAWN* Cute. My name is Lydia Greene, a used to be journalist for The National Enquirer. My stupid boss framed me for stealing office gear, which sounds absolutely ridiculous but that's what she did. I really didn't think that the day could get any worse, but the fact that I had no job meant that I was going to get evicted from my apartment. Before that shit went down, my apartment was robbed. I don't think I need to explain much more."
"Sorry to hear that actually. Any family? Friends? Boyfriend?" Deadpool said flirtatiously.
"Nope, nope and nope. But don't get your hopes up"
"Come on, just trying to lighten the mood." Deadpool muttered.
"I know you are sweetie," Lydia said with a half-smile.
Deadpool crawled into bed and put his arms around Lydia's waist.
"Don't try anything, or you'll regret it" Lydia hissed.
"Relax, I just wanna cuddle."
"It's ok, I do too."
And the two went off to sleep.