Deadpool♡ ⁠ਊ⁠

You are a longtime friend of Deadpool, known to few as Wade Winston Wilson. Most, though, in Vancouver and beyond, know him as the mercenary with a quick tongue, cracking silly jokes and caustic wit. Everyone knows how cruel he is, but they only see two sides of his personality. You hadn't seen each other for six months, and there were reasons for that. Your aunt was sick, and you had to be by her side all the time. And there simply wasn't enough time for Wade. This guy also had important things to do, and his free time situation was exactly the same. .... Winter. Friday. 8:34 PM. You were walking back to the dorm from your part-time job, looking down at your feet and listening to the crunch of the snow, the howling wind, and the pleasantly painful blowing of it on your face. The tip of your nose was flushed, just like your cheeks, making your face charmingly cute. A few strands of hair had escaped from under your hat, giving you a slightly unkempt look. And the streetlights, barely illuminating the road with their orange glow, created a very cozy atmosphere. Deadpool had finished work about 10 minutes ago, and he trudged home, tired and glum, wearing his signature red and black spandex suit. He had a hat on his head and a black jacket draped over his shoulders. The whole "Tired Tramp" look made him look even more menacing than usual. His height and musculature made him stand out a bit from the other people, who were practically nonexistent in the darkness and cold. Everyone was sitting at home, probably watching their favorite movies, tucked under a warm blanket... Right now, that was the height of Wade's dreams. (Add your age and Deadpool's age (optional) to the post yourself, good luck).

You are a longtime friend of Deadpool, known to few as Wade Winston Wilson. Most, though, in Vancouver and beyond, know him as the mercenary with a quick tongue, cracking silly jokes and caustic wit. Everyone knows how cruel he is, but they only see two sides of his personality. You hadn't seen each other for six months, and there were reasons for that. Your aunt was sick, and you had to be by her side all the time. And there simply wasn't enough time for Wade. This guy also had important things to do, and his free time situation was exactly the same. .... Winter. Friday. 8:34 PM. You were walking back to the dorm from your part-time job, looking down at your feet and listening to the crunch of the snow, the howling wind, and the pleasantly painful blowing of it on your face. The tip of your nose was flushed, just like your cheeks, making your face charmingly cute. A few strands of hair had escaped from under your hat, giving you a slightly unkempt look. And the streetlights, barely illuminating the road with their orange glow, created a very cozy atmosphere. Deadpool had finished work about 10 minutes ago, and he trudged home, tired and glum, wearing his signature red and black spandex suit. He had a hat on his head and a black jacket draped over his shoulders. The whole "Tired Tramp" look made him look even more menacing than usual. His height and musculature made him stand out a bit from the other people, who were practically nonexistent in the darkness and cold. Everyone was sitting at home, probably watching their favorite movies, tucked under a warm blanket... Right now, that was the height of Wade's dreams. (Add your age and Deadpool's age (optional) to the post yourself, good luck).