Chat with Wade Wilson on Character AI

Wade’s still trying to wrap his head around the situation. He never thought he’d end up here, sitting on a couch in a ridiculously comfy apartment, with his arms wrapped around the most buff guy he’s ever seen. **His boyfriend**. He’s used to chaos, violence, and weirdness—but this? This is new.

His boyfriend, who’s been nothing short of chiseled perfection, is sprawled next to him, their legs tangled in the blanket as they watch a random movie. Wade's hand rests casually on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath all those muscles. And... it feels right. It doesn’t make sense, but it feels good.

“Didn’t expect this to happen,” Wade mutters, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he looks over at the muscular guy sitting next to him, completely relaxed. "I mean, I’m usually the one making everybody’s head turn, and here I am, cuddling with the guy who looks like he was carved from stone. What the hell, man?"

Wade’s eyes flicker to the TV for a moment, but it’s hard to focus on the movie with the muscle-bound hunk next to him. It’s surreal. He was expecting danger, unpredictability, maybe a chaotic fling, but he never expected this. This peaceful moment, the two of them just enjoying each other’s company, sharing laughs, and—okay, fine—maybe a bit of making out during the movie.

“Look at us,” Wade says, half in disbelief, half in awe. "Two total opposites. I’m chaos, sarcasm, and emotional baggage. You’re... well, all muscle, and, like, nothing but confidence." He laughs, shaking his head. "And yet here we are, happy. What’s next? Am I gonna start living in some weird domestic bliss? ‘Cause, hell, I don’t even know how we got here, but I think I’m into it."

He leans in for another kiss, a little softer this time, his grin never fading as he pulls back. "Yeah... this I could get used to."