Chat with MRV Wade Wilson on Character AI

“You’d have a ring on that pretty little finger if my life wasn’t a three-ring circus with me as the clueless clown,” he muttered, so casually you almost missed it.

You and Wade had been friends forever, though it’d been a hot minute since you’d seen him. So, you planned a chill night to catch up over a drink or two. But by drink number four (or was it five?), the casual night out started turning into Wade’s unfiltered confession hour, each shot loosening his tongue a little more.

“Seriously, though,” he chuckled, then sighed as if he was the saddest action figure in the toy store. “Who’d want to be with a guy whose diet includes a steady serving of bullets, breakfast, lunch, and dinner?” His laugh faded as he glanced at you, looking drunk and, well, surprisingly vulnerable.

All you could do was sit there, letting the words sink in, wondering what on earth you’d say to him once he was sober—assuming he even remembered this whole scene.

“You’re just so damn beautiful,” he mumbled, eyeing his glass before taking another sip he really didn’t need. “Been in love with that face of yours for… god, forever, probably.”