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Deadpool sat down, clad in his suit and a Santa hat. He sat on a bench and looked around. He was waiting for someone, but he tried to act casual about it... Well, as casual as a Deadpool can be while not taking off his suit.

*dadpool approaches the bench*

santapool?? can i sit on your lap and tell you what i want for christmas?

I'd never deny a fellow Pool from lap sitting! Wink.

Yes. He did say wink. And They also pat their lap.

ok hehehe.

*he sits down and kicks his lil legs*

i waaaant world peace. except when i wanna kill people. no that's what i want actually. i wanna kill people. and then world peace after that.

Ho ho ho! Very nice wish! Hmmm. Let me see.

Deadpool reaches behind him and squirms a bit to reach something. There is a squelching sound, then he gives you a dagger with blood on it.

Here you are!

no- what? i don't want your knife mr santapool. did you stab yourself? whose blood is that?

i have my own knives. i'm good.

Oh! I didn't do this to myself. It is my blood though. You should try it!

Deadpool makes an exaggerated slurp sound and holds it back out with a giggle.

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Open RP

Deadpool sat down, clad in his suit and a Santa hat. He sat on a bench and looked around. He was waiting for someone, but he tried to act casual about it... Well, as casual as a Deadpool can be while not taking off his suit.

*dadpool approaches the bench*

santapool?? can i sit on your lap and tell you what i want for christmas?

I'd never deny a fellow Pool from lap sitting! Wink.

Yes. He did say wink. And They also pat their lap.

ok hehehe.

*he sits down and kicks his lil legs*

i waaaant world peace. except when i wanna kill people. no that's what i want actually. i wanna kill people. and then world peace after that.

Ho ho ho! Very nice wish! Hmmm. Let me see.

Deadpool reaches behind him and squirms a bit to reach something. There is a squelching sound, then he gives you a dagger with blood on it.

Here you are!

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Open RP

Deadpool sat down, clad in his suit and a Santa hat. He sat on a bench and looked around. He was waiting for someone, but he tried to act casual about it... Well, as casual as a Deadpool can be while not taking off his suit.

*dadpool approaches the bench*

santapool?? can i sit on your lap and tell you what i want for christmas?

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I'd never deny a fellow Pool from lap sitting! Wink.

Yes. He did say wink. And They also pat their lap.

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Open RP

Deadpool sat down, clad in his suit and a Santa hat. He sat on a bench and looked around. He was waiting for someone, but he tried to act casual about it... Well, as casual as a Deadpool can be while not taking off his suit.

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Bucky walks through the streets of Brooklyn. He has a warmer jacket than normal on, along with gloves and a scarf. The weather’s getting colder and he knows cold is a trigger for him, but he needed a change of scenery and wanted to take a walk.

He glances at the storefronts, noticing all the Christmas stuff. He studies the Christmas items for a few moments, like he’s searching for something specific, then frowns. “… it’s only November…” he mumbles, turning back to the street.

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Deadpool seems to jump up from nowhere and trip and fall right in front of Bucky.

"Heelllooooo! Did I hear someone say no nut November?"

It's almost Christmas!

The cold...

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Lilia is already drunk when she shows up to the party.

By every means, she’s a lightweight. And she’d had to have a few shots with Yelena to hype herself up into actually attending the event. She had a glass of wine in hand now, standing, watching the partygoers. She loved partying, but only when she was drunk enough for the confidence and ability to properly socialise. She was about halfway there.

Her Patrick Bateman costume was a little warm, she’d added fake blood on both her head and the costume. Swinging her fake axe in her other hand idly, fidgeting as she took big sips of her drink. She looked like she wasn’t enjoying it, but she was. She liked watching other people and chatting, as she started getting tipsier. Laughing and swaying to the music, loosening up.

Deadpool loved Halloween. Everybody just assumed he was dressed up as himself! He saw Lilia all by herself. He'd have to fix that! He slides against the wall dramatically up to her.

Heeellllooooo Mr. Bateman!

He giggled.

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Lilia laughed, quietly. Giving a small head nod to the familiar man. If she was drunker, she’d probably be throwing her arms around him for a hug. “Hello, Wade. What’s your costume?” She teased.

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Wade? Who's that? I'm Deadpool~!

Wade does dramatic jazz hands and snickers.

Just here to try and fail to get drunk for the 100th time.

Open roleplay

Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

Steve blinks a few times and stares at him. He shoves a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused. "Why are you here?" He sniffs and wipes at his eyes again, cursing under his breath that more tears are falling. "I'm fine."

Deadpool stays still for a second.

You can't tell but my eyes are full of doubt. Wanna at least sit down?

Deadpool sits on the table.

Get your ass off of this table, you Imbecile.

Talk at me if you want. I may blab, but I'm not gonna be talking to anyone from this universe so nobody will know what you tell me.

Deadpool shrugs and twiddles his thumbs.

Steve glances him over before slowly sitting. "Fine..." He smiles sadly at Deadpools words and looks down. "Hard day. Missing people." He says simply, tracing small patterns into the table. He glances up at him and chuckles. "Sitting on the table?"

Deadpool chuckles

What can I say? I'm a rebel. I miss people a lot too. I'm nowhere near the kind of importance of any of the people you've lost, but being immortal, has its downsides let me tell ya.

Deadpool's voice gets softer as he talks, voice getting more serious.

"Oh... I can imagine it does." Steve frowns and feels guilty for complaining, his life is fine, compared to other people's. Why is he so upset about this? It's stupid. He huffs and presses a hand to his face, sitting in silence for a minute as he tries to hold back his tears.

"Sorry, I'm being dramatic." He wipes his eyes quickly.

Hey now. I didn't say that. Fuck off with that. Who said you are being dramatic?

Deadpool crossed his arms.

Are you chastising captain america? Pathetic.

Steve looks up quickly, looking a bit surprised. "I... my mind." He presses his hands to his face and takes a few deep breaths to calm the growing panic.

"I don't usually talk about my... emotions." He drops his hands down to look at Deadpool.

I get you there, buddy. I avoid it too. Emotions are all... Orange... And loud. But you are a good person. Good people should talk about their emotions. It helps.

You fucking idiot. Now he is going to ask you so many questions.

We can't tell him how we feel! We're bad! Cursed! We don't want to taint him with our foulness!

Steve raises an eyebrow at his words but quickly pushes it away, he's not about to start asking questions right away, not until Deadpool seems comfortable. Instead he just says. "I'm sorry."

Steve glances the side, picking at his fingernails, making his skin bleed. "Growing up in a time of suppress your emotions did not do good things to me." He lets out a bitter laugh, looking up at Deadpool, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him.

Some people still feel like that and they raise kids and all that. My emotions just make me super funny. They make you actually do stuff for the better. You are a good person.

That last bit sounded sadder than the tone he had before.

Steve presses his lips together, unsure how to reply to that. "I doubt you're a bad person." He gives him a small smile before his eyes mist over again. Why can't he stop crying- "Sorry, I'm a mess." He lets out a sad laugh and wipes at his eyes.

Deadpool hesitated for a second

No. Don't do it. You fucking brainless moron don't do it.

It'll help! It'll at least make him laugh!

Deadpool slowly took off his mask.

Don't worry about it. I'm the last person you need to apologize for for being a mess. Look at me!

Wade laughed.

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Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

Steve blinks a few times and stares at him. He shoves a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused. "Why are you here?" He sniffs and wipes at his eyes again, cursing under his breath that more tears are falling. "I'm fine."

Deadpool stays still for a second.

You can't tell but my eyes are full of doubt. Wanna at least sit down?

Deadpool sits on the table.

Get your ass off of this table, you Imbecile.

Talk at me if you want. I may blab, but I'm not gonna be talking to anyone from this universe so nobody will know what you tell me.

Deadpool shrugs and twiddles his thumbs.

Steve glances him over before slowly sitting. "Fine..." He smiles sadly at Deadpools words and looks down. "Hard day. Missing people." He says simply, tracing small patterns into the table. He glances up at him and chuckles. "Sitting on the table?"

Deadpool chuckles

What can I say? I'm a rebel. I miss people a lot too. I'm nowhere near the kind of importance of any of the people you've lost, but being immortal, has its downsides let me tell ya.

Deadpool's voice gets softer as he talks, voice getting more serious.

"Oh... I can imagine it does." Steve frowns and feels guilty for complaining, his life is fine, compared to other people's. Why is he so upset about this? It's stupid. He huffs and presses a hand to his face, sitting in silence for a minute as he tries to hold back his tears.

"Sorry, I'm being dramatic." He wipes his eyes quickly.

Hey now. I didn't say that. Fuck off with that. Who said you are being dramatic?

Deadpool crossed his arms.

Are you chastising captain america? Pathetic.

Steve looks up quickly, looking a bit surprised. "I... my mind." He presses his hands to his face and takes a few deep breaths to calm the growing panic.

"I don't usually talk about my... emotions." He drops his hands down to look at Deadpool.

I get you there, buddy. I avoid it too. Emotions are all... Orange... And loud. But you are a good person. Good people should talk about their emotions. It helps.

You fucking idiot. Now he is going to ask you so many questions.

We can't tell him how we feel! We're bad! Cursed! We don't want to taint him with our foulness!

Steve raises an eyebrow at his words but quickly pushes it away, he's not about to start asking questions right away, not until Deadpool seems comfortable. Instead he just says. "I'm sorry."

Steve glances the side, picking at his fingernails, making his skin bleed. "Growing up in a time of suppress your emotions did not do good things to me." He lets out a bitter laugh, looking up at Deadpool, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him.

Some people still feel like that and they raise kids and all that. My emotions just make me super funny. They make you actually do stuff for the better. You are a good person.

That last bit sounded sadder than the tone he had before.

Open roleplay

Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

Steve blinks a few times and stares at him. He shoves a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused. "Why are you here?" He sniffs and wipes at his eyes again, cursing under his breath that more tears are falling. "I'm fine."

Deadpool stays still for a second.

You can't tell but my eyes are full of doubt. Wanna at least sit down?

Deadpool sits on the table.

Get your ass off of this table, you Imbecile.

Talk at me if you want. I may blab, but I'm not gonna be talking to anyone from this universe so nobody will know what you tell me.

Deadpool shrugs and twiddles his thumbs.

Steve glances him over before slowly sitting. "Fine..." He smiles sadly at Deadpools words and looks down. "Hard day. Missing people." He says simply, tracing small patterns into the table. He glances up at him and chuckles. "Sitting on the table?"

Deadpool chuckles

What can I say? I'm a rebel. I miss people a lot too. I'm nowhere near the kind of importance of any of the people you've lost, but being immortal, has its downsides let me tell ya.

Deadpool's voice gets softer as he talks, voice getting more serious.

"Oh... I can imagine it does." Steve frowns and feels guilty for complaining, his life is fine, compared to other people's. Why is he so upset about this? It's stupid. He huffs and presses a hand to his face, sitting in silence for a minute as he tries to hold back his tears.

"Sorry, I'm being dramatic." He wipes his eyes quickly.

Hey now. I didn't say that. Fuck off with that. Who said you are being dramatic?

Deadpool crossed his arms.

Are you chastising captain america? Pathetic.

Steve looks up quickly, looking a bit surprised. "I... my mind." He presses his hands to his face and takes a few deep breaths to calm the growing panic.

"I don't usually talk about my... emotions." He drops his hands down to look at Deadpool.

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I get you there, buddy. I avoid it too. Emotions are all... Orange... And loud. But you are a good person. Good people should talk about their emotions. It helps.

You fucking idiot. Now he is going to ask you so many questions.

We can't tell him how we feel! We're bad! Cursed! We don't want to taint him with our foulness!

Open roleplay

Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

Steve blinks a few times and stares at him. He shoves a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused. "Why are you here?" He sniffs and wipes at his eyes again, cursing under his breath that more tears are falling. "I'm fine."

Deadpool stays still for a second.

You can't tell but my eyes are full of doubt. Wanna at least sit down?

Deadpool sits on the table.

Get your ass off of this table, you Imbecile.

Talk at me if you want. I may blab, but I'm not gonna be talking to anyone from this universe so nobody will know what you tell me.

Deadpool shrugs and twiddles his thumbs.

Steve glances him over before slowly sitting. "Fine..." He smiles sadly at Deadpools words and looks down. "Hard day. Missing people." He says simply, tracing small patterns into the table. He glances up at him and chuckles. "Sitting on the table?"

Deadpool chuckles

What can I say? I'm a rebel. I miss people a lot too. I'm nowhere near the kind of importance of any of the people you've lost, but being immortal, has its downsides let me tell ya.

Deadpool's voice gets softer as he talks, voice getting more serious.

"Oh... I can imagine it does." Steve frowns and feels guilty for complaining, his life is fine, compared to other people's. Why is he so upset about this? It's stupid. He huffs and presses a hand to his face, sitting in silence for a minute as he tries to hold back his tears.

"Sorry, I'm being dramatic." He wipes his eyes quickly.

Hey now. I didn't say that. Fuck off with that. Who said you are being dramatic?

Deadpool crossed his arms.

Are you chastising captain america? Pathetic.

Open roleplay

Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

Steve blinks a few times and stares at him. He shoves a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused. "Why are you here?" He sniffs and wipes at his eyes again, cursing under his breath that more tears are falling. "I'm fine."

Deadpool stays still for a second.

You can't tell but my eyes are full of doubt. Wanna at least sit down?

Deadpool sits on the table.

Get your ass off of this table, you Imbecile.

Talk at me if you want. I may blab, but I'm not gonna be talking to anyone from this universe so nobody will know what you tell me.

Deadpool shrugs and twiddles his thumbs.

Steve glances him over before slowly sitting. "Fine..." He smiles sadly at Deadpools words and looks down. "Hard day. Missing people." He says simply, tracing small patterns into the table. He glances up at him and chuckles. "Sitting on the table?"

Deadpool chuckles

What can I say? I'm a rebel. I miss people a lot too. I'm nowhere near the kind of importance of any of the people you've lost, but being immortal, has its downsides let me tell ya.

Deadpool's voice gets softer as he talks, voice getting more serious.

Open roleplay

Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

Steve blinks a few times and stares at him. He shoves a hand through his hair, looking a bit confused. "Why are you here?" He sniffs and wipes at his eyes again, cursing under his breath that more tears are falling. "I'm fine."

Deadpool stays still for a second.

You can't tell but my eyes are full of doubt. Wanna at least sit down?

Deadpool sits on the table.

Get your ass off of this table, you Imbecile.

Talk at me if you want. I may blab, but I'm not gonna be talking to anyone from this universe so nobody will know what you tell me.

Deadpool shrugs and twiddles his thumbs.

Open roleplay

Steve sits quietly in an empty meeting room, fingers tracing over the table. He feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. But... He can't stop the voices in his head. He's lost so much, feels so empty. Who is even Steve Rogers anymore? He feels like a shell sometimes, that only Captain America exists now.

Steve shifts to lean back against the wall, pressing his lips together, trying to will the tears away. What does he have to complain about? He survived, he survived again, and again, and again. He should be grateful. But all he's lost along the way... Steve chokes back a sob.

Why is he so upset? This is what he always wanted! To help people, to save them. But he'd never wanted to lose everyone, to lose himself. He squares his shoulders and wipes his eyes. He can't break, too many people depend on him. Steve can't be broken, he just can't.

Deadpool... Isn't really supposed to be here. He was told explicitly not to be here, in fact. He can't stop meddling though. He never could. So, when he spots Steve Rodgers and recognizes that look of guilt, he can't sit back and do nothing. The TVA would have his fucking head for intervening. He walked inside quietly, full suit on as always.

"Hey big man!"

You absolute idiot! You aren't supposed to intervene!

He looks so sad though!

Steve looks up with tear filled eyes, he quickly wipes them away, not wanting anyone to see him breaking. "What are you doing here?" His voice comes out rougher then usual. He taps his fingers rapidly against the table, eyes locked onto Deadpool. "You probably shouldn't be here."

Deadpool walks closer to him.

You're right. But do I ever follow the rules?

Deadpool giggled and then smiles up at Steve.

Looks like you could use a break out of this place yourself. Want to go get gyros?

You are pathetic. You should not even stand close to that perfect man.

He's so hoooot.

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Open RP

Tw; Dark themes, angst, thoughts of su!c!de

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OPEN STARTER 🎃

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Lilia is already drunk when she shows up to the party.

By every means, she’s a lightweight. And she’d had to have a few shots with Yelena to hype herself up into actually attending the event. She had a glass of wine in hand now, standing, watching the partygoers. She loved partying, but only when she was drunk enough for the confidence and ability to properly socialise. She was about halfway there.

Her Patrick Bateman costume was a little warm, she’d added fake blood on both her head and the costume. Swinging her fake axe in her other hand idly, fidgeting as she took big sips of her drink. She looked like she wasn’t enjoying it, but she was. She liked watching other people and chatting, as she started getting tipsier. Laughing and swaying to the music, loosening up.