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[vagueconfusion]

the past 24 hours was annoying annoying annoying

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'Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place

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Summary:

As their relationship moves forward, Logan and Wade start to see what being together actually looks like. Wade has a brain that doesn't work correctly. Logan is still dealing with the trauma of his previous existence. And in the middle is something new that neither quite know what to do with.

Deadpool/Wolverine

Explicit

Words: 8629

One-shot in series

Content: angst, talk of memory loss, baby in danger!, hand stuff, hand stuff while driving, dad vibes, sex jokes

"Wade, how can I put this delicately…" 

"Why the hell are you here for breakfast, again?" 

Logan choked on his bite of eggs. Hank's attempts at the aforementioned delicacy were completely obliterated by Scott's irritation. He tried to swallow faster to answer.

"Man needs a hearty meal after getting ruthlessly fucked all night," Wade answered. From beside him, Wade reached his foot over and wove it around Logan's ankle. 

"Please don't be so crass in the manor," Hank admonished, returning to his toast. Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses. They had sense enough to not take Wade at literal face value and snap at the bait, but he wasn't exactly lying. Logan wasn't quite sure where their perception of his and Wade's relationship had landed. No one talked about that kind of shit like adults in this goddamn place. He hadn't realized how annoying that was until he had some distance from it.

"We were running drills in the Danger Room." Logan tapped his fork to his plate nonchalantly. "We run it hard, and it's two hours back to his place. I didn't think it was a big deal for him to crash in my room, instead." 

Another technical truth. Between the Void and that stupid robot thing upstate, he could feel the way his body had slowed down from disuse. If he was going to keep up in this timeline, he needed to get back in fighting shape. He had finally just taken up the offer of private simulation time. Throwing Deadpool into the mix just made it more interesting and upped the difficulty. 

What the simulation computer data logs wouldn't show, though, is that after a couple hours of nighttime training, they were both so amped up the only way to reign it in was to go back to Logan's room and put their dicks in each other in various fashions. They almost didn't make it back to Logan's room one time before he remembered the simulation chamber had very good cameras. 

"If it's a matter of food stock…" Logan offered vaguely.

"No, it's fine." Scott waved him off, but he was still agitated.

"What's up, Cy-boy? Did-wait-" Wade leaned over. He didn't have to come far, his chair already practically touching Logan's.

"What's the Jean situation, right now?" he whispered way too fucking loud.

 "It's complicated," Logan responded with a small nod.

 "Then I'll check the Wiki before I come back to that one. Don't want to insult a grieving maybe-widower."

"I admire your restraint," Scott chuffed then pushed back from the table, standing. "Don't let him out of your sight while he's in the manor." He sauntered through the arch toward the parlor. 

"I hadn't planned on it." Logan lifted his eyebrows at the space where Scott had just been. 

"If you're really in that much need, I'm happy to train with you, Logan." Storm had been quiet, holding her coffee mug with two hands as she sipped it. She kept looking at him softly. From his Storm it would have been affection. From this one it felt like pity.

Logan shook his head, dipping it back to his plate as casually as he could.

"No, I've been overdoing it. Wade already got on me last night about it."

"Multiple times," Wade added. His foot was still hooked around Logan's, and he pulled it a little closer under the table. He was in slippers, so it wasn't exactly a graceful action.

"If you want me to be able to do more cohesive teamwork, I am going to need to start being pulled for team training. Otherwise I'm not gonna be any good to you." Logan tapped very sharply on the plate. 

"Let me talk to everyone about it," Storm said softly, nodding. They'd been doing that. Saying they'd all "talk" about it, meanwhile no one would talk to him directly.

"Can I borrow one of the cars again? To take Wade back. He's got a job to prep for." Logan lifted Wade's foot where it rested on top of his, ignoring the way the rest of the table briefly flicked away from mention of Wade's return to his old vocation. Not like he could work at CarMax, anymore, and if he was going to wear the suit again, might as well slip back into the merc life. 

"Let me see what's available," Hank nodded. Which was code for "what we're willing to part with on the chance that something goes horrifically wrong." They'd all heard about the mini-van incident. Somehow…

He glanced at Wade. 

"Thanks," he said.

"When are you gonna be back?" Laura appeared in the same arch of doorway that Scott had left through, eating an apple off one of her claws. The kid had settled in quickly, blending with the younger cohort. Some of them knew her story, some of them didn't. Either way, she had gone through the standard new student fare. Get through the initial hazing, then she was part of the crowd. 

She was certainly more at home than he was. 

His first week back in the mansion, he had hovered at a distance, unexpected fatherly affection pulling him into a wide orbit around her. He also didn't know this younger generation of mutants. They were their own people to him, not sickly mirrors of the people he once knew. That made them easier to be around.

But he was an old man, and Laura needed the space. Deserved the space. Deserved to be just a kid. 

She continued to wait for his answer as he considered his day. He half-glanced at Wade, but he was focusing intensely on his bagel with strawberry cream cheese. 

"If not by dinner, then right after. Take Wade back. Run a couple errands. Then back here." The errands were making sure Wade had food in the fridge, Althea hadn't OD'd, and filling up the coin jar with quarters for the laundromat. Maybe vacuum and mop. Take Puppins for a walk and check her treat stash. They must have functioned before he showed up, but he wasn't sure how.

If there was time, there'd also be some making out on the couch at minimum. How much farther that got would depend on Wade's timeframe. 

"You askin' for a specific reason?" Logan raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Because I also need to do some training, and you're the only one I can go all out on, right now. But you've been...busy." The next bit of apple crunched loudly. The first emotion the broiled up was anger. He didn't know where it came from and it wasn't useful, so he breathed through it. That's what the on-staff therapist recommended. 

"I apologize for not being available. But in the future, please tell me if there's something you need from me. Open communication and…stuff." Logan replayed the words in his head to make sure he had crafted them okay. Good enough. He was getting a little better at it.

"Now that is some beautiful therapy speak. You should weaponize that, kitten whiskers." Wade poked him in the cheek. 

"If you actually went to your appointments…"

"Uh-unh, that's not an 'I feel' statement." 

"I feel like I'm gonna kick your ass in a minute." Logan kicked Wade's foot under the table with a grin. 

 "I feel you use violence to mask your overwhelming urge to suck my cock."

"WADE, THIS IS A PLACE OF LEARNING!" Hank interjected. 

"I feel like you're both stupid as fuck," Laura finished. "But I guess that just means you're made for each other." She took another bite of apple. "I'll see you tonight, Logan."

"Bye, kid." But she was already turning the corner of the wall. 

#####

Everything was light and bright and fluffy and yellow colored. He couldn't remember the last time he felt good . Genuinely. Whatever memory that might have been was now just a fuzzy gray space. He hated when that happened. 

Cold as fuck down here, Christ. Which is me, I guess. I wonder if that's blasphemy. 

"You were quieter than usual at breakfast." Logan tapped his fingers to Wade's palm as they moved through one of the basement hallways toward the motor pool. "Fucking weird, honestly." Wade dipped his hand into Logan's and curled their fingers together.

"I was just thinking about stuff."

"Thinking? Dangerous." 

"Surprise myself with that sometimes, too." Wade swung their arms in the space between them dramatically. "Just…I don't know…thinking about the job tonight, I guess? Then some other stuff."

"Something you need to talk about? Work through your feelings?"

"Ew no. Gross. It's more like…hm…" 

Fuck. 

Keep being told to think before I speak, and the first time I do it, it doesn't work. I spent all of breakfast putting the words together, and now they're all garbled. Shoulda written it down. Wish I could write. 

"You ever feel lost?" Wade asked. Logan stopped cold in the hallway. 

"Babe," Logan  murmured. Then he did this thing that Wade knew was going in the spank bank immediately. He slammed Wade back against the wall, metal cold on his spine. Logan pressed up tight against him, hip to hip, giving him an immediate hard-on. Logan's hands slipped around his waist. 

"My life is just one long sequence of feeling lost with short periods of knowing what I'm doing. So…kind of an expert." Logan pressed his lips to Wade, and Wade dragged him in in response, deepening the kiss. 

I love this.

I hate this.

I hate that I love this.

Fuck these fucking stupid fuck-ass emotions.  

Falling in love with Vanessa had been from before The Cancer. Before The Healing Factor. Wade knew how to do all that shit, knew how to put his boyish charm and adult-ish mouth to work. From what he had learned since coming back from the Void, other versions of Deadpool had mixed but overall successful amorous experiences, too. This particular Deadpool was drowning.  

Logan pulled away but not before pressing a few small kisses along Wade's jaw and cheek. 

"Anything I can do to help?" Logan squeezed him around the waist a little tighter, dropping his hands a little lower to rest on the top of his hips. 

"Make me an X-Man so I have a salaried position?" Wade offered.

"You're not a full-on mutant. Also…I don't have control over that even if you were." The words went up at the end like a question. It was so fucking cute. 

"Alright then maybe just this, for now." Wade leaned down, pressed his face into Logan's chest, then motorboated the shit out of his pecs for about forty-five seconds. He stayed there, pressing his nose into Logan's shirt and breathing him in. 

Oh yeah, that's a thousand times better, already. 

"You're lucky you're cute." Logan kissed Wade on the top of the head and brought his arms around Wade's back, squeezing him tighter. 

"Logan." The voice came from down the hallway. Logan snapped back, his whole body releasing Wade at once and very literally jumping halfway across the width of the hall. 

Well that doesn't feel great, but I sort of get it. 

At least the fucker looked contrite, doing that fist squeeze thing with this hands that he did when he was every so slightly nervous. Scott sauntered down the hallway, stopping short to toss a set of keys that Logan caught mid-air. 

"Civic's gassed up." He glanced at Wade. "Take as much time as you need."

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Logan squeezed the steering wheel hard enough the shape of his claws became visible under his skin. The radio was doing a best of the nineties hour, and he'd already sat through a who's who of pop diva and boy bands of the era. Multiple times he'd considered changing it, but Wade was a little too invested in singing along. He didn't want to take that from him.

It was also, dare he say it, kind of fun?    

When the opening riff of a smooth rock song started, Wade scrambled to change it, his chatter breaking off into something about "blow jobs" and "Kid Rock." They ended up on a talk radio station that was a little less nerve-wracking. He leaned back into the seat as Wade provided a parallel commentary with the show host.

He lifted his hand from the wheel and placed it palm up across the center console. Wade took the opening and dropped his hand into Logan's.

"I'm sorry about the thing in the hallway outside the motor pool," Logan said, chewing the words in embarrassment. 

"Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" 

Logan considered for a moment whether Wade was deflecting or he genuinely didn't catch it. They were both equally likely. 

"When Scott showed up?" He hinted. 

"OH! Oh that. No biggie, sugar bean." He squeezed Logan's hand tight enough to break a hand made of regular bone. "No grab-ass in the mansion. I get it." 

"Well, yeah that." Logan ran his thumb over the back of Wade's hand. "I don't know what their Logan was like, but I used to…uh…get around a little bit."

"You slut!" Wade gasped. Logan certainly wasn't going to deny it.

"Charles used to get on my ass about it-"

"In the sexy way, I hope."

"-'we have to be models of decency for the students' he'd remind me. He never threatened to kick me out, or anything." 

"He was probably waiting for his turn." 

"I'm on thin ice, here, though. They only invited me back on the team as a courtesy, and they don't know how to feel about you, yet."

"Oh, no, they hate me," Wade said.

"I was trying to be nicer about it." Logan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Wade was staring out the window, watching the landscape. "I haven't really done the physical affection thing in awhile, either. So I'm gun-shy, but I want to work on it. Just go a little slow with me."

"I'm not exactly the touchy feely type, either, peanut, so don't stress over it."

"You slap my ass basically every chance you get." 

"That's a totally different thing. I don't know how anyone in that house keeps their hands off those rosy peaches." He smirked and winked. There was something glinting dark underneath, though. Maybe that meant Wade would spend his time thinking instead of filling up the car with noise. 

Wade pulled Logan's hand further over the console. He heard a zip, then his hand was curled around the warmth of Wade's half-hard cock. 

"Are we really doing this?" Logan didn't dare drop his eyes from the road for too long, but he took half a chance to verify that what he thought was happening was actually happening. 

"When I tried to give you head the last time, you stabbed me in the ribs."

"Because I didn't want to drive us into a fucking tree, and that was the only way to get you to stop."

"Yeah, so that's why I'm doing this instead. Just let me do all the work." 

"You're deflecting from something. You need to start using your words to communicate, not your dick."

"Ngh, I'll work on it." Wade was already grunting, tiny little moans as he pressed Logan's hand around his dick and stroked himself. It was a shoddy and fast thing, Wade getting hard quickly and tensing toward completion just as fast. Wade orgasmed with barely a trickle of cum, shoulders rolling against the passenger seat as he arched his back. His voice was tight in his throat, squeaking. Soft words tumbled out between the other sounds, though, and Logan honed in tighter with his hearing. 

It was his name. 

Wade was whispering "Logan" over and over and over again just under his breath. 

That was new. 

Wade panted as he came down from his finish, licked his own semen from Logan's hand because he was simply a freak like that, then zipped up. 

"Ooh, there's an IHOP up here. We should get pancakes for lunch." Wade made that weird little self-satisfied smile of his, and dropped his hands between his legs.

"Whatever you want, babe," Logan sighed, keeping his hand off the wheel as he turned into the parking lot of the strip mall. 

#####

You have to tell him.

No you don't. Keep that shit bottled up. 

He's already figured out something's going on with you. Just get it over with, and you can work through it. 

Fucking FINE. OKAY. 

don't yell at me. 

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything." 

Logan stared at him across the table, pouring "this ain't real fuckin' maple syrup" over his fat stack of pancakes, already through his sausage and eggs and ham and potatoes. Wade looked down at his own pancakes, a smiley face made with chocolate chips and bananas. A piece was already cut out that he didn't remember eating. He didn't remember the eggs and bacon, either, but they were devoured, too. 

Shit.

No. You just weren't paying attention, that's all. It's not the other thing.

I think.

He stabbed his fork down through the middle of the pancakes in frustration. 

"You good?" Logan stopped, fork midway between the plate and his mouth. He set it down to focus that laser attention on Wade. The gaze that made him either turn to jelly or grow a few more bones depending on context.  

Wade re-sorted his thoughts. It was just so hard.

"The constant cellular regeneration. It fucks my memory. Sometimes I just never form them. Sometimes I lose stuff. Sometimes it's nothing. Sometimes it's something really fucking important. But I can't predict it. I'll be looking for this specific little red Fiat in the back lot to sell to some douchebag, and it's not there when I remember it was there that morning. And turns out it's actually been four days." Wade sliced down into the pancakes and took a bite.

"Freaks me the fuck out." He chewed a few times, then spit it into his napkin with a gag. "Why did I fucking get this? I hate this." 

"Were those the deep thoughts in the car? The ones that made you whip your dick out?" Logan tapped his fork to the plate, and it was so…it was so annoying when he did that. That high-pitched sound. And there was this look. This pitying look. 

"Don't make fun of me." Wade's eyebrows creased hard, and he felt a scrim of tears well up.

God, this fucking sucks. Fuck this. Fuck this.

Logan paused on his own words, then snapped his jaw shut.

"Sorry. I misread the room. I'm just trying to understand. Same with some of the other stuff you do. Like when you freak out when you don't see me for a day."

I'm not nearly as smooth as I thought I was, shit. I didn't realize he noticed that.

"I feel like it's all connected." Logan dropped his fork and leaned his forearms on the table. "I just want to understand, Wade." 

"I'm terrified of losing you. Losing parts of you. Memories. The thing that I'm usually able to hang on to is the muscle memory shit. I've never forgotten how to fight or fuck, so I'd like specifically, not forget you how to fuck you. Specifically. So I keep thinking if I just-" He lifted his hands and made a squeezing motion in front of Logan's chest "-then I won't lose it as easily."

"And that makes sense to you?"

"Bitch-ass, what did I say about making fun of me?" 

"I'm not…" He craned his neck, pressing his fingertips to his forehead. "I'm not a stranger to amnesia. I know how scary it is. I'm just trying to understand your logic because it doesn't make sense to me. I don't get it."

"You don't get me," Wade snapped. 

"I don't. Not in this." 

"Cool. Awesome." Wade got up from the table. He made it to the door, then paused. He returned and dropped down into the booth, arms crossed over his chest. 

Logan has the car keys. 

#####

Wade let Logan rest his hand on his thigh, so that was something, at least. He wasn't getting frozen out. He'd been through that before, and it wasn't pleasant. 

Wade was silent, though, and that was scary. He had only seen it a handful of times over the last few months. Wade was thinking and thinking hard, focusing so he could properly turn everything over. Something was going to come out the other side of this that was important. So far it had been mostly positive, but there had to be a moment when the tide turned. 

"Logan, stop. Pull over." Wade was sitting up, eyes focused on something out his window. He obeyed immediately, trying to find what had grabbed Wade's attention. 

They were approaching a river. Along the perpendicular road, the one that connected to the main highway, two cars had pulled over to take care of what looked like a minor front-end crash. The car wasn't even stopped before Wade was tumbling out and running toward the scene of the crash.

"Wade, what're you doing?" Logan slid across the hood to keep up. "It's just a car wreck." They were approaching quickly, the two people exchanging insurance looking up in a panic. Logan tried to assure them from a distance. 

Then a loud whoosh went up, and one of the cars was overtaken by flames. 

#####

The 2010 -2016 Kia Soul was among a group of cars known to catch on fire after collision. 2.3 million of them had been recalled for it. 

That Kia, in particular, was starting to smoke under the hood. 

And now I'm running across the grass, and I'm not sure how I got here. But I'm not freaked out about it, yet. That's just adrenaline.

The fire went up just as he reached the car. A woman screamed behind him, but he knew Logan was there. Logan would take care of them. He had seen the baby in the back seat. The flames were hot on his skin as he went digging for the switchblade in his back pocket. The butt of the knife handle had a knob, and he slammed it into the corner of the back window. 

That's the weakest part of the window.

He dived through the now broken window, crunching up into the back seat. He sliced through the seatbelt and carseat anchor, but the fucker was in one of those fuck-ass bases. Whatever. He took off his shirt, threw it over the carseat, then kicked everything he had into the door. It broke off the hinges. 

"Wolverine, catch!" Then he threw the carseat clear of the vehicle.

Shit shit shit I just threw a fucking baby. Wait, the car seat should absorb the shock, oh, wait, Logan caught it.

Okay. 

A sizzling sound meant the fire was moving up the engine block through the wiring. Smoke started seeping through the cabin, but the missing door should have been enough to…to…

Hm. Something's wrong. 

"Wade, you idiot." Logan's voice. The SHNK of claws through the door behind him, then he was being scruffed around the neck. 

He lost some minutes in the confusion of his body being manhandled by familiar arms. 

"I swear to God, why don't you think ? You're going to kill me if you die."

Wade snapped back as the water hit him, Logan's arms wrapped around him tightly. 

"I got you," Logan murmured in his ear as they resurfaced. They kneeled together in the shallow water. The flames crawling up the car hit the gas tank, and the fire shifted color and increased intensity.

"Why am I in the water?" Wade asked. 

"You were literally on fire," Logan growled. "Full on human torch."

"Oh, is that what that was?" Wade settled back into the plane of Logan's chest. Fire was tricky. It would keep eating through cells as long as they regenerated. Surprisingly draining to heal from.

"How is it that you can fight endless mobs of yourself without breaking a sweat, but doing a basic smash and grab rescue you look like a drunk frat boy with a hernia." Logan was also a little out of breath, though. They both knew that these little on the spot jobs were the hardest. With a full on mission, you were ready. You warmed up. Zero-to-hero took a little more out of you. It was more personal. More up close. Bunch of people die during a dab of super-villainy, sure. If someone kicked it right in front of you because you couldn't pull them off the subway tracks in time, that sucked a syphilitic dick.

And I don't exactly randomly rescue people. Not before this. Waste of cardio.

What have you done to me, my dearest darling? Heart of my heart.

"I didn't have the suit on," Wade replied as a way to wrap up all those thoughts. Logan kissed the back of his head. 

"If I tell you to communicate better, will you remember?" Logan sighed. "I'm being extremely serious. You might forget things, but I remember. And I remember well when I'm at full mental capabilities. Got a lot of trauma up there, so there's not a lot of room left." He squeezed Wade even tighter, the breath puffing out of him. "And I can't manage both our impulse control issues." 

"No promises, honey badger. This brain doesn't always connect to this body." 

"I…okay. That I might understand."

#####

They slinked through the door into Wade and Althea's apartment, clothes still dripping wet. Logan didn't smell anyone, so Althea was out and had taken Puppins. Reasonable. Wade loved that damn dog, but he wasn't home consistently enough, right now, to take care of her in full. Wade had been chattering endlessly about car recalls and leaking gas tank valves, but he fell instantly silent once they passed the threshold.  

"I don't like being here alone," he said flatly. 

"I'm here."

"But you're going to go back to the mansion later."

"Yeah, but you're gonna be working. I can stay until you leave. If Scott gets shitty about the car, then whatever."

"Yeah, but-" 

"Wade. Babe." 

Wade spun around in the middle of the living space, arms flopping.

"Why did you decide on 'babe?'" Wade pouted.

"You call me whatever new thing you think of at the moment, but I'm more of a find a pet name and stick to it kinda guy." Logan rested his hands on his hips, trying to decide where this was going.

"You called me 'daarrrlin' the first time." The impression was pretty spot on. "Then it was 'honey.' Then it was 'sweetness.' But now you've landed on 'babe,' and you stayed there. I want to know why. Show your work."

Logan blinked at him a few times. He wasn't sure he could actually explain it. 

"I went to call you 'bub' one time in front of the others, and it came out 'babe.' And I just…liked it. So I kept it. It…fit."

"You've called me, 'babe' in front of the others?"

"Yeah, probably a few times. I'm not really counting."

"Do they know we're together?"

"I haven't been keeping it a secret, so yeah, probably. They're not stupid, and we're not exactly discreet. Last week you asked Scott if there was any flavored lube in the next delivery because, and I quote, 'when I eat Logan's ass later, I want to make sure I pair it with the right wine.'" 

"Witty banter. I didn't know they were imagining us fucking night and day all over the house."

"Night and day, sure, technically. I think 'my room' isn't really 'all over the house.'"

"There was that one time in that empty classroom." 

"That doesn't count," Logan choked. 

"Mmmhmm." Wade clucked, popping his tongue loudly against the floor of his mouth. "So, to be clear, the entirety of the X-Men know that I've been all up in this." He made a waving motion that circled all of Logan's body with special attention on the crotch region.

"Again, yes. Probably." 

"That's extremely embarrassing for you," Wade smirked. 

"I'd like to go back to the ass-slapping."

"I told you. Those cheeks are irresistible. I cannot be contained." He moved forward a few steps and wrapped his hand around Logan's wrist. "Let's change. You can wear my sweats."

"Please don't give me one of the blow-job shirts," Logan said as he was pulled across the room to the set of hampers where Wade kept his mishmash of clothes. 

"Now you're getting the cum slut booty shorts." 

Wade started to strip, his body moving with slow, awkward, weirdly normal movements. It was the second degree burns and smoke inhalation. On the surface they looked like they healed quickly, just a little knitting of flesh. But they hurt underneath a lot longer than other injuries. That was probably why he still seemed off. But there was also…

"Wade." Logan waited for Wade to turn around. His flannel was now sitting wet and balled up in the back of the Civic. Instead, he pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt slowly, tantalizing, letting it whip over his head with a stretch of his body. "So you can remember better." He held out his arms, canted slightly into a soft U-shape. He turned slowly, trying to give Wade some kind of show. He wasn't exactly good at this sort of thing, but something about it made sense.

#####

Oh, you sweet sweet idiot. 

Logan was just standing there, back to him, triceps fucking rippling. 

Do you have a license? For those guns?!?

"You stupid slut," Wade whispered. He moved to Logan, and whipped his arms around his waist from behind. He had been stopped with his wet boxes halfway down his hips, and he just let them fall the rest of the way.

He needed Logan to be naked, too. Not anything more than that, surprisingly. Just naked. He struggled with his belt buckle, but the damp leather had swollen in the metal loop. Logan cut through it with the tip of one of his ever so slightly extended claws. He retracted then turned in the circle of Wade's arms, breaking the loop with his taught ass. 

JESUS. 

Wade pulled the broken belt free, then somehow managed to fumble down the zipper and top button of his jeans. But the slim cut of the pants was clinging to his glutes and thighs. Wade yanked on them, and they wouldn't budge. 

Oh, god, I'm going to cry over pants. 

"I can't get them off." He already knew he was mumbling, the rattle of his thoughts only slipping out in little breathy whispers. 

"What was that?" Logan asked gently, leaning in and up to Wade's ear. 

"TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS."

Logan didn't question the zero to one hundred reaction, just slid his pants down himself, taking his boxer briefs with him, then stepping out of them. Wade slammed himself into Logan's body, wrapping his arm around him again, digging his nails into his spine and shoulder blades. Logan's arms came up from below to hug him back, tight, pulling their chests and stomachs and hips together.

Wade attacked him with his mouth. That was the only word for it. He wanted to bite and chomp at Logan's face. To rip the flesh from his immaculate cheeks. The only thing holding him back from going full animal was how tired he was. 

"Pick me up," he whined into Logan's neck, then jumped until his knees were locked around his hips. Logan made a little oomph sound, but snagged him around the waist and under his ass. 

He dropped them both on the couch. It was only just big enough to hold them, but not nearly long enough. Logan ended up with one leg up on the back of the couch, bent at the knee, shoulders propped on the arm. Wade settled into the shape his body made, curling one ankle underneath Logan's other leg. They were immediately intertwined. 

Their lips fell against each other, desperate and stupid from adrenaline. Familiar, though. It should be. They'd been doing this very thing almost every day for months. 

The end of this honeymoon phase was going to be a bitch .

Can you get That Good Dick DTs?

That feels insensitive…

FOCUS. 

They were getting hard against each other as they kissed, the weight of Wade's body pressing him deeper into Logan. 

Then that asshole pulled away.

"Probably shouldn't get too caught up in this. You've got your job tonight." 

Wade groaned, stretching a little. 

"There's no jooooob. There never was one." 

Logan's hands went extremely tight on Wade's skin. The very very very tippy tips of Logan's claws pierced his flesh, and he shivered in the pain-pleasure-pain. 

"If you say the words 'educated wish'..." His warning delivered, he retracted his claws again. 

Wade rolled his forehead across Logan's chest. 

"I started talking to my old merc contacts when we got back from the Void. I started picking up small jobs when you moved out. Real easy security shit. Made it easier to deal with you not being here. But then after the robot thing the jobs felt…boring. And any time I had to choose between working or spending time with you, I chose you. So I started getting picky."

"How are you paying your half of the rent?"

"That's the weird advantage of the merc work/shithole apartment combo. Couple good jobs and you're covered for the month. Not dressing in Givenchy, but you make it work." 

Logan sat up, forcing Wade to do a weird little half curl just to keep himself wrapped around his body.

"But why lie about it? I don't like you lying to me." His voice was sharp. Angry. Wade rolled back over his thighs to sit up on the couch. He brought a pillow over his half-hard cock to not distract himself then shoved one over Logan's for the same reason. 

"I don't know. I was embarrassed? Maybe? Worried you'd get tired of me, but also worried if I said I needed space you'd think I was tired of you . Problem solved in both directions if I have to go to a job. But I hate not being around you. It physically hurts when I don't get to see you for some reason. 

"Well not for some reason. There's a reason. It's because I still can't seem to remember what you smell like when you're not around. And you can smell me; you know what I smell like. You know I'm coming. I actually stole one of your shirts, and I sniff it when we're not together. And I'm like 'mmhmm, yep, that's Logan.' My boner certainly recognizes you. So why can't I smell you from a distance? Clearly that means I can't remember what you smell like. Then obviously there's other things I'm probably forgetting too, and I don't even realize it. 

"But what kind of needy-ass bitch tells someone 'hey, I have to sew my face to your ass Human Centipede style because I'm worried I'll forget what it tastes like.' Listen to how insane that sounds." 

"I do agree that you sound completely unhinged," Logan nodded. 

"Thank you for validating my emotions. I appreciate it." He leaned back on the couch. 

I'm actually completely serious; why does that sound so sarcastic?

#####

Logan traced the hunched curve of Wade's body as he curled up on himself. That was the thing that no one understood about Wade. The thing that he had to keep reminding himself when he told Wade to slow down and think. Wade did think. It was just too quick and frenzied, ideas cycling as fast as his brain regenerated new neurons. 

So when those thoughts emerged they sounded like madness.

"Wade." Logan stopped. Careful. Gentle. Breathe. "I can smell you because I have super senses. Other people can't smell each other from down the hallway. I need to be sure that you understand that before you spiral." 

"I want to be able to smell you," Wade replied blankly. 

"What if I wore a very specific cologne that you pick? Then you'll be able to smell me from farther away."

"But then you wouldn't smell like you anymore."

"So, see, you do know what I smell like."

Wade attempted to retort, then stopped, pursing his lips on his objection. Logan leaned over and rested his forehead on Wade's shoulder. Careful. Gentle. Breathe. 

"Don't lie to me, again." It was a bark, immediately losing the pattern of his mantra. "I can't do this if you lie to me." Wade's body tensed. 

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm saying I love you. But love's not enough if you're going to keep big things from me. We're fine, still. It's okay. But it's not something I can ignore." Logan pressed his palms together and squeezed. Too much shit happened to his brain that he couldn't control. He didn't need additional complications.

Wade's hands crawled into the square of Logan's forearms and gripped them tight at the crook of his elbows. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't end us when we just started. I love you." He pushed his body into Logan's forcing them back into the position they were in before. "I'll show you. What do you want? Just tell me what to put where."

"Babe, shut up." Logan clapped his hand around the back of Wade's head and pressed it to his chest. "If you don't have to rush off somewhere, then just lay here with me. There's too little of that in my life." He dragged his fingers up and down Wade's spine. He had been too intense, let the trauma do too much of the talking.

The half-lie that made him follow Wade in the beginning had turned out all right. It was a falsehood he could understand the desperation of in hindsight. A little white lie about a gig from a man who literally didn't understand how his own brain worked wasn't the kind of thing to blow up a whole relationship for. And Wade understood. He wasn't ignoring him or disregarding his feelings on the matter.

Wade would remember this.

"You don't have to solve everything with sex or violence," Logan said. 

"What about sex and violence?"

"Sure. Okay. But only if they're at exactly the same time in equal amounts. "

"I love it when you pull out the quips. It's so sexy." Wade dragged his teeth down Logan's chest and kissed his nipple, running his tongue over it in little flicks.

"What did I just say about using sex to solve your problems?" But they'd also just had an incredibly serious conversation while both completely naked, so maybe Wade deserved at least a little credit. 

"My dick is shaking hands with yours, right now. Where did you think this was going?" 

Wade's arm snaked down into the space between them. His large hand came around both of them, pressing their shafts together. Just a little bit of movement, and the friction of his rough palm started Logan on the long, spiraling draw toward pleasure. He met his own hand with Wade's between them, wrapping around the other side of their paired lengths. Logan ran his other hand up the back of Wade's neck, pressing his fingers into the back of his skull. 

"That feels so goddamn good," Logan growled. 

"And you said not to use my cock to communicate." Wade ran a few kisses along Logan's jaw before nibbling on his skin. 

"Why do you use your teeth so much?" Logan asked between little kissing pecks across his lips.

"Because I'm a freak. Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no."

Wade nipped at Logan's chin harder.

"Why don't you use yours?" Wade asked. "Bring more of that mustelid energy to the bedroom."

"I have no idea what that means, but if that's what you want…" 

#####

Logan's teeth sunk hard into his shoulder where it met his neck and-

-fuck shit if I was closer I would have come a fountain. 

Logan's jaws locked into place, and he dropped the hand that had been on the back of Wade's head to around the small of his back. His hand tilted to grip around the shape of his ass, and their lower bodies pressed together tighter. Logan's hand grappled with his until he couldn't be sure who was stroking who, everything a mass of sensation on the back of that quick, hot buildup.

Slowly, the thoughts dripped out of his head until there was nothing left but need . Raw. Nerve endings that normally fired in pain instead trilling with pleasure.

Sex and violence. 

He pumped faster, trying to focus on the man underneath him at the same time. How Logan's skin felt against his. The scratch of Logan's body hair on his stomach and beard on his cheek. The sting of Logan's teeth in his muscles and the way his body kept trying to heal around them. The sloppy weep of Logan's precum dripping over his hand. The steam of Logan's sweat as it curled around their bodies. 

Tobacco and orange peel and leather and a jar of nickels. That's what Logan smells like. I know what Logan smells like. 

Logan fucked up into his hand from below, their heels and toes tangling together as they both tried to push against the couch for leverage. Logan's whole body tensed, hips thrusting up to lift them both. He released his mouth from Wade's shoulder and howled as he erupted over their hands. 

Wade crushed his mouth against Logan's as Logan brought him the rest of the way.

"Fuck," he whispered into Logan's mouth as the spring broke and his own cum spread out between their stomachs. He tried to dig for something else to say. Some little jokey joke to break the tension. He couldn't find anything, his brain flaring back to life with a gasp and a scream, full of nothing but Logan. 

#####

Logan flicked over Wade's shirt with a half-extended claw and caught it in his fist.

"Sit up," he murmured into Wade's ear. 

"Dun wanna." Wade tucked his arms under Logan's shoulders in protest. He stabbed Wade in the ass a little with the still out claw, and that startled him into rolling off just enough. "Love it when you use the claws to push me around."

"Do you actually?" He wiped them both down and threw the shirt on the floor. Wade rolled back, resting his head on Logan's chest. "Because I spend a lot of energy attempting to not spear people I care about through the stomach. If you're into it, though, I could be convinced to reconsider."

"Our safeword can be Graymalkin. Because I'm one of…Cable's ships…that…that one didn't come together." 

He was too tired to rise to the bait of whatever Wade was talking about and rested his hands gently on Wade's back instead. The TV across the room flicked on. 

"Found the remote. It was between the cushions." Wade flicked through some channels then stopped with a soft "oooh."

"What the fuck is this?"

"Say Yes to the Dress. Wedding dress shopping, but each one costs three month's rent."

"Shit, weddings are expensive." He watched the movement on the TV for a careful few minutes. "Okay, that dress looks great on her. Why is her mom being a bitch about it?"

"FUCKING RIGHT?"

Logan woke at the sound of someone at the door. They had fallen asleep on the couch and it had grown dark in the interim. He pulled an arm out from under Wade's weight, shook the pins and needles out, and prepped his claws to spring free. Whoever it was slid a key into the lock. He relaxed. Althea. She had caught them in worse, and at least she wouldn't see they were currently naked on her couch. Logan shook Wade awake a little. 

"Althea's home. We should maybe pretend we're decent people."

"We're absolutely not, though," Wade said sleepily but moved to sit up. He half pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, but was still waking up and moving slowly. 

The lock clicked and the door cracked. 

"Hey, you old slut," Wade yawned. Then the door finished opening. 

"Oh my god. I'm gonna gouge my own eyes out." Laura pushed Colossus in front of her and used his body to block her view. For his part, he lifted his hand to shield his eyes and turned away. 

"I said to knock when entering a man's private home." His deep Russian accent was caught between admonishment and embarrassment. 

Logan snatched the blanket and threw it over both of them. 

"If you don't want to see my ass, then hand me some pants," Logan barked, gesturing toward the clothes hampers. 

Colossus volunteered himself for the task, still keeping his back to them as he grabbed a set of shorts and a pair of sweats and threw them across the room. Logan gave Wade the shorts and shimmied into the sweat pants. 

"Laura, what the fuck are you doing here?" He stood, moving away from the couch. She gave half a glance over her shoulder then turned when she could confirm he was half-dressed. 

"You said you were going to train with me tonight, but you didn't come back." 

"Shit." Logan pressed his palms to his forehead. "I'm so sorry, kid. Wade's job…got canceled-" the lie came easy and he hated himself a little for it "-and I lost track of time."

"Yeah, I can see that," she tsked. 

"You didn't need to come all the way here."

"That idiot throwing a baby out of a car is getting memed on TikTok, right now." Laura gestured to Wade. 

"Oooh, I've never been viral before. Well, not on the internet. Been viral a few other ways." Wade had propped himself up on the arm of the couch. 

"So I called your phone to check on you. When you didn't answer, I got worried. Colossus offered to drive me over, and Yukio gave me her emergency key."

"My phone…" Logan lifted his hand to his chest where his shirt pocket would have been. The shirt that was currently curled up in the back of the Civic. "Shit."

Logan dropped on the arm of the couch, scooting Wade over a few inches. 

"Okay, how do I fix this?" Logan asked.

"I don't know. You're not dead, so I get to be mad at you. But you're not dead, so I'm also relieved." Laura spread her hands in a weird half-shrug.

"You could set up a training schedule," Colossus tried to mediate. 

"Wait, that's actually a really good idea." Wade hung half-off the couch. "Because I'll fight you. Like, I'll kick your fucking ass as hard as you want."

"I could go for that," Laura replied. 

"Your level of enthusiasm worries me," Logan said. 

"It's your DNA," Wade reminded him. He pressed his eyes shut in annoyance, realizing he was right, and that was really fucking weird the more he thought about it. 

"Let's set that up, okay? Book us into the Danger Room. We'll make it a standing date."

"Yeah," Laura said quietly. She bit her lip and took several hard breaths. He recognized that coping mechanism. "Come here a sec." She moved into the corner of the kitchen part of the space. Not a lot of room from the other two but they had a vague sense of privacy if Logan created a body-wall. She lowered her voice. 

"You're not my dad," she started.

"I…am, though…"

"You know what I mean," she sighed. "You were the closest thing I ever had to a real parent who actually loved me. But our time together was so short. And we kicked ass in the Void. But you're also dead. I mourned you. But now you're here."

"And I'm not your Logan. No, I get it." He crossed his arms over his chest, hyper aware of being shirtless, still. 

"I'd like you to be one of my Logans, though. But I'm not totally sure what that looks like or how to do that. And as much as it annoys me, I'm also dealing with the fact that I have to share you."

Logan glanced down, looking for Wade out of the corner of his eye. Wade was watching them over the top of the couch, peeking up just the top of his head.

"I already had this conversation with him, but I haven't really been part of a family in awhile. So if I fuck it up…"

"Hey." She punched him in the arm. "If I end up living as long as you do, we got time to figure it out, right?"

"Those smarts aren't my DNA."

"Nurture vs nature?" She patted her hands on her thighs. "Well, you're alive. So I'll go. Forgive me if I don't hug you goodbye."

"Yeah." He reached out and patted her on the side of the arm. "Thank you for giving a shit about me, kid. And Wade, even though he's an idiot."

"You're both easy to give a shit about it." She paused. "Also, your pants say Big Booty Goddess on the back. Thought you should know."

#####

Easy to give a shit about. 

Ringing endorsement, honestly. 

They had finally found the note that Al left them about a long weekend in Atlantic City. Logan had already decided to stay that night, but that secured it. Didn't mean he didn't freak out a little when the other half of the fold out sofa was empty an hour after they had gone to bed.  

Logan had only gone as far as the dining table, though, talking on the cellphone he had finally retrieved from the car and working through the last few swallows of a floral juice glass of Jack Daniels. Wade watched him with his chin on the back of the couch.

"Okay so she's in her room…Okay…Thanks, Hank…She was supposed to text me when she got back, but…No I recognize the hypocrisy doesn't mean I didn't want to check on her." Logan chuckled darkly. "Um, I was going to talk to you about this tomorrow, but since I have you I figured I'd give you a heads up. Not blind side you. If there's a place for me on the X-Men, I don't want to lose it, but I want to live with my boyfriend. Maybe be available for freelance. Only if that's doable, though."

boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend

"Can we talk about what that might look like? Yeah…Okay… Yeah. I'll be back in the morning…Yes I'll talk to Scott….yeah. Okay. Thanks again, Hank." He set the phone down gently, considered the opposite wall for a minute, then stood.

He noticed Wade watching, but didn't say anything before crawling back into bed. He opened his arms and made a gesture that Wade should settle in. He didn't hesitate, curling up against Logan's chest.

"Boyfriend?" Wade asked.

"Are you not?"

"No I…I am…" Wade pressed a hand to Logan's chest. "Can I be serious with you?"

"God, please do." 

"Don't give up being an X-Men just because I'm a wreck. Don't pick me over them."

Logan kissed him on the forehead. 

"Not off the team, yet. And even if that's how things work out, it wouldn't be picking you. It'd be picking me. Picking a life I built myself that wants you in it."

Wade pressed tighter to Logan's body. Scent. Sight. Touch. Taste. He wanted to take it all in, to capture this exact moment in time. 

I'm not fucking forgetting this.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Ranveer shut off the stove and poured the coffee into the two mugs, sighing at the aroma of cinnamon that wafted up along with the steam.

From the open kitchen window came the faint sounds of Mumbai traffic seventeen floors down— revving engines, blaring horns and the whistle of a traffic officer. He ignored those noises and focused on the muffled melody playing somewhere in the house; Raghav was at it with the guitar again, and Ranveer felt his lips twitch in a smile when he recognised the tune as Laal Ishq from Ram Leela. A perfect song for a perfect New Year's Eve.

He walked towards the balcony doors— transparent glass and showing off the glowing Mumbai skyline. A young man sat on the swing, dressed in black boxers and an oversized cream coloured tunic that most definitely did not belong to him, guitar mounted on his lap and slender fingers lazily plucking at the strings. His nails were painted a deep black, and Ranveer grinned wider at the predictability of his partner.

He settled down next to Raghav on the swing and silently held out one of the coffee mugs.

Raghav leaned over to give him a soft peck on the cheek, and set aside his guitar. Ranveer mourned the loss of the song, but then Raghav was snuggling into his side and he decided this was better.

"it's nearly midnight," Raghav murmured, and Ranveer hummed, running his fingers through Raghav's hair as he took a sip of the too-hot coffee.

"So it is."

"Are you gonna call Ananya?"

Ranveer exhaled. He set his mug down on the little teapoy and wrapped both around around Raghav, leaning back against the swing support gently so he wouldn't spill Raghav's coffee.

"I am," he replied, "but not now. She has an exam tomorrow, I'll call her after she's not amped up on coffee and manic studying."

Raghav laughed through his nose, shoulders shaking and coffee nearly spilling before Ranveer wrapped his fingers around his wrist to hold the mug steady.

"You and Ananya are so similar," Raghav teased. "The same vibes— you for dance and her for literature. Bloody crazed geniuses."

Ranveer grinned and shook his head. "Be quiet, you don't get to say anything after the four consecutive all-nighters you pulled before literally collapsing out of exhaustion."

"You make a mistake one time—"

Ranveer shut him up with a short kiss, shoulders shaking with silent mirth. "It's okay, jaan-e-man, I still love you."

Raghav tried to glare, but his eyes were soft. "You'd better love me, Kashyap."

Ranveer leaned forward and rested his forehead against Raghav's, both of them shutting their eyes and breathing together. It was quiet, the wind was cool, and both of them were together.

"Happy New Year, noor-e-jahan."

"Happy New Year, chandrakiran."

i love you and I love this

[tonydaddingham]

✨ episode 3 - running commentary✨

- OKAY LETS FO

- "JIMS MUG" HHAHAHAH

- oooooh mrs sandwich love u already

- MURIEL MY BELOVED I LOVE U You ARE PERFECT KN EVERY CONCEIVABLE WAY

- as an expert™ on the matter Muriel's grasp on UK law has me creasing

- LOOK AT MINE FOR A WHILE HAHAHAH yesssssssss

- PLANTS PLANTS

- THEM CROSSED LEGGIESSSS✨✨ CROWLEY MY LOVE YOURE SO FRUITY

- the writing has completely escalated fuck YES this is what I'm TALKKNG ABOut

- crowley YOUR SIDEBURNS ARE SHORT AND GLASSES ARE GREY WHY IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS

- "it's a bit of a hobby" DEAD ��💀💀

- lmao aziraphale u need to calm down my boo chill tf out on that clutch Bentley is SENTIENT

- AHH DIARY DIARY DIARY

- they are so bitchy I love it hahahah my fruity boys taking the piss out of gabe I live for this

- ACCENT ACCENT ACCENT ACC-

- my god the writing has fucking amped tf UP I'm so HAPPY

- oh my god the girls are so cute???? Fuck me UP

- Crowley shut up now pls I'm beggin

- the music has really chilled out and I'm glad my emotions are not being slammed down my throat

- AZIRAPHALE Why ARE YOU ON HIS LEFT

- 'ineffable' 💀💀💀

- YELLOW BENTLEY LMAOOOOOOO SHES GORGEOUS IM WITH YOU AZIRAPHALE but iM DYING THEY ARE SO MARRIED FR FR

- ...Nessie???

- but seriously at 30mph Christ knows how long it took aziraphale to get to Scotland

- ok no seriously ep3 is Everything and I feel so much better

- LIBRARIAN DADDY CROWLEY IN A HENLEY FUCKING DAMNNNNNN 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

- FLY FLY FLY

- DALRYMPKE????????????? Also lmao forbidden soup

- aziraphale is such a bastard I love him so and Crowley is so OP i live for it

- oh aziraphale you really going through your morality adjustment era huh

- NOW KN YOUR GUMSHOE ERA HES BOY YOURE SO DUMB AND EXTRA

- oh no he's a REPORTER fuck hahahha

- OOOP YOU REMEMBER GABE MR LANDLORD HUH

- well i didn't have the freemasons on my bingo card

- Crowley you need to stop being so Real

- the journey aziraphale is going through is giving me Feelings but he needs to stop fucking up fr now you've gone and maimed someone you fool

- AZIRAPHALE STOP BRWAKING MY HEART NOWWWW you need to make a decision quicker my dude

- lmao she's efficient ill give her that

- POISON WHAt NOOOOO

- Crowley stop. Stop singing. Stop.

- uh

- UH

- what am I watching

- aziraphale pls explain how you fell in love with this idiot I'm sorry I need it explaining

- TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH KIND KIND KKND

- DAAAAAAAAAAAANCE??????

- oop statue lmao

- MOBILE PHONE AND KTS NOT CROWLEYS he just asks it god I wish AI worked like that

- THE BOOK ABUSE IM CALLKNG RHE POLICE CROWLEY OH ok suicide ref there ok

- crowley as a cherub????? I LOVE IT???? like he Knows how to fall in love what a baby

- yeah I'm sorry I'm not vibin with Maggie and nina

- crowley you are so dumb and I love you

- GABRIEL GABRIEL GABRIEL PURPLE EYED WANKER ALERT🚨🚨🚨

- AHHHH SHAX NO go away crowley throw garlic at her

- okay I'm still confused over the glasses and haircut

- no don't have a go at goob he's INNOCENT✨✨✨

- "if any harm comes to aziraphale" FUCKING JUST KILL ME WE KNKW YOU LOVE HIM BITCH STOP

I am so not ready for the 40s minisode I don't want ITTTTTTT

[pertinax--loculos]

So, I accidentally re-read Absent That Night yesterday (which is a whole post unto itself, which I'll probably get around to tomorrow), but I thought in honour of its almost-Second-Birthday, I'd pick some choice lines to share. ^_^

This, obviously, continues under the cut, because dude, it got long. Ten excerpts of varying length, for your perusal. ^_^

1.

Latrell managed one final, almost-genuine smile before he turned away. It evaporated almost immediately, his mind racing ahead, the day stretching out in front of him, formless, pointless. He was going to have to think of something to take up his time. Something that hopefully wouldn’t frustrate him as much as most of this morning had. He’d think of something. He just had to be careful he didn’t end up at a bar. [scene break] Latrell ended up at a bar.

2.

"So here's a fun question," Latrell said, leaning back in his chair. Albie looked up at him from where she was comparing two photos on the desk beside her monitor. Her expression was wary. Latrell tapped his pen rapidly against the edge of the desk. "Why didn't [Nox] carve his signature into her?" Albie pulled a face. "Seriously?" "Yeah, seriously." Latrell sat forward again, holding her gaze. "How much is that book worth? Nearly a million? But who could put a price on a human life? Isn't that the most valuable thing in that room?"

3.

Latrell was two and a half blocks from the relative comfort of Ronan’s apartment when a car screeched to a halt at the curb in front of him and Eliza Laurie toppled out. He almost resisted the urge to groan, and then didn’t bother. Laurie’s grin amped up the wattage by about a thousand percent when she heard it. “Agent Latrell,” she called as she click-clacked up the sidewalk to him. “Spare a moment?” Her lipstick today was the colour of arterial blood. Latrell tried to keep walking, but that only allowed her to invade his personal space that much quicker.

4.

What was decidedly not normal was the huge whitewashed domes rising out of the earth directly ahead of the car. There were five of them, varying in size; the smallest maybe twenty feet across, the largest easily more than fifty. They rose out of the ground like humps, three or so feet high at their apex, their edges invisible beyond the scraggly grass and detritus that had collected around them. The bitumen upon which the car was parked extended all the way to the domes, part of the same infrastructure, and Latrell had the insane impression that they were literally stopped in a long-dead parking lot. He was still blinking. It still wasn't helping. "It's an aquarium," Nox said, inexplicably.

5. [deleted scene]

“You good, sunshine?” Nox said, stepping around Latrell to get to the kettle. Latrell really needed to nip that fucking nickname in the bud. He said, “Yeah. Just thinking. Going over what we know.” Nox arched an eyebrow, though his gaze stayed fixed on the water he poured into his mug. His voice lifted a little, carrying to the rest of the room. “You can share with the class, y’know. We don’t bite.” “I do,” Gault called. Nox rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the quirk at the corner of his mouth. “Well, Mark does. But only in certain contexts.”

6.

“What about your Phone Friends?” Latrell managed to keep the wry twist to a minimum. Nox waved a hand. Broad and expansive, far less carefully controlled than usual. Said, "I am unconvinced of the malleability of the people who live in my phone." "How charmingly enigmatic." Latrell didn't bother to modulate the wryness this time. "I am. I also have a proposal." "Ominous." "Look at you, hitting all my major personality traits!" Even in profile, Latrell could see the crinkle at the corner of his mouth, the parting of his lips, the fine lines fanning from his eyes. Nox took a long swallow from his coffee, continued, "We need more people."

7.

“There’s something else I have to tell you.” Albie shot him a quick glance. “Oh?” Latrell pulled his glasses off, pinched a forefinger and thumb across his eyes. “It’s… complicated, alright? And I’ll go into more detail when we get there. Just figured I shouldn’t spring it on you right after you’ve just met our favourite felon.” “Your favourite felon, maybe,” Albie said. The teasing note didn’t quite conceal the apprehension, the disapproval apparent in the downturn of her mouth. She compensated by adding, “I’m yet to form an opinion.”

8.

He didn’t hesitate when he reached the glowing green exit sign. Pushed out the door and emerged into the night. It was cooler still out here. Brighter, too, the moon nearly full, hovering just above the tips of the buildings. The emergency exit opened onto a square of bitumen, bordered on all sides by buildings with their backs turned. Nobody wanted a view of a spit of blacktop. Alleys cut paths between them, leading to… places. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. Nox leant against Ralph’s hood, ankles crossed. He flipped the keys once around his finger as Latrell let the door fall shut behind him. “Where to, sunshine?” he said, voice low, just loud enough to carry across the distance between them.

9.

“Oh no no no, this will not do at all! This is awful! Do you people not have charters against this sort of thing? This is simply inhumane!” Latrell blinked rapidly. His glasses were askew, almost as much as his body, crumpled on the cold hard cot. His limbs screamed as he straightened them, which did nothing for his too-fast breathing or the too-hard slam of his pulse, but at least served to bring him more firmly into the present, into the real and the now. He removed his glasses, wiped savagely at his eyes, replaced them. Surveyed the room in front of him with more mental acuity than the first pass. Wondered if he was still dreaming. Cassandra Nightingale stood in the centre of the room, her back to him. She towered over whoever she was facing, but then she towered over everyone. Filled every space she entered, wall to wall and floor to ceiling, regardless of their relative size. Her dress was different to the one she’d worn at the fundraiser, though would have fit in just as well; layers upon layers of different peach materials, lace and silk and something decidedly poofy, terminating at her ankles in order to show off her terrifyingly high stiletto heels. She shook a finger in the face of whoever she was talking to. Even with her back turned, Latrell had seen the gesture enough to place it. “This is unacceptable! Can you people not see that? Is this some form of passive torture you are trying to inflict upon innocent people? Do I need to remind you that the foundation of our justice system is innocent until proven guilty?”

10.

The thick heavy ball broke free, rising up Latrell’s throat even as he tried to grab it and swallow it back down. [Redacted]’s laugh followed the strangled choked broken sob into the echoing stillness of the room. “Naw, don’t be like that.” [Their] voice was cutting, mocking, coming from every corner and every flat surface of the space. Latrell realised his eyes were still shut. Reluctantly pried them open. For what good it would do him. If [Redaced] didn’t want him to, he’d never see the final blow coming. “What do you say, Latrell? Should we explore more of this old aquarium? I’ll give you a sixty second headstart if you wanna make a run for it.” Beat. A laugh, loud, malicious. “Don’t think you’ll get very far with that amount of time, though. Not on that knee. Let’s say two minutes. What do you think?” “I think,” said a second voice from nowhere and everywhere, “That you talk too fucking much.”

[morayofsunshine]

I'm limiting this to root beer flavored sodas you can usually get in a can, because we all know the root beers/root beer sodas or sasparillas in a glass bottle will smoke all of these, but we also know that those are saved for the special occaision that you can find them at the store or restaurant anyway.

[stephanieinge]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 50s HAZEL ATLAS Christmas Egg Nog Milk Glass Set w/6 Mugs Mint Condition.

[partypoofer]

Popping the Party with Party Poofer: Inflatable Decor Ideas to Amp Up Your Celebration

Are you tired of the same old party decorations? Looking to add a splash of excitement and creativity to your next celebration? Well, look no further because inflatable decorations are here to save the day! From eye-catching red blow-up birthday decorations to whimsical champagne inflatables, these fun and versatile decorations are sure to be a hit at any event, especially bachelor parties. Let’s dive into some inflatable decor ideas that will take your party from ordinary to extraordinary!

Turning Heads with Red Blow-Up Birthday Decorations

Who says birthday parties have to be boring? Add a pop of color and excitement with red blow-up birthday decorations! Whether it's giant red balloons, inflatable cake replicas, or festive banners, these attention-grabbing decorations are guaranteed to make a statement. Imagine walking into a room filled with vibrant red balloons bouncing around the ceiling – it's an instant mood lifter and a surefire way to set the tone for a memorable celebration.

Fizzing Fun: Champagne Inflatable Decorations for Every Occasion

What's a celebration without champagne? Take your party décor to the next level with champagne inflatable decorations. From giant champagne bottles to sparkling champagne glasses, these inflatable props add a touch of elegance and sophistication to any event. Whether you're hosting a birthday bash, a wedding reception, or a New Year's Eve party, champagne inflatables are the perfect accessory to create a festive atmosphere and get the bubbly flowing!

Bubbly Bliss: Elevate Your Party with Champagne Inflatables

Looking for a unique and Instagram-worthy décor idea? Look no further than bubbly champagne inflatable decoration! These larger-than-life decorations are sure to be the talk of the town and will leave your guests in awe. Picture this: a stunning champagne bottle inflatable towering over the dance floor, or a whimsical champagne glass inflatable floating in the pool – it's guaranteed to make a splash and create unforgettable memories.

Bachelor Bash Brilliance: Inflatable Decor Ideas to Impress

Planning a bachelor party and want to make it one for the books? Incorporate inflatable decorations into your party theme for an added touch of fun and excitement. From inflatable beer pong tables to giant inflatable beer mugs, the possibilities are endless. You can even customize the inflatables to suit the groom-to-be's interests – whether he's a sports fanatic, a movie buff, or a music lover, there's an inflatable decoration out there to suit his style.

Inflatable Décor: A Must-Have for Trendy Bachelor Parties

Forget about boring streamers and paper lanterns – inflatable decorations are the latest trend in party décor, and for good reason. Not only are they fun and eye-catching, but they're also incredibly versatile and easy to set up. Plus, they come in a wide range of shapes, sizes, and designs, so you can mix and match to create a truly unique and memorable party experience. So why settle for ordinary when you can elevate your celebration with inflatable decorations? Get ready to pop the party and make a splash with Party Poofer!

[anmolindustries]

Top Snacks You Can Enjoy During Your Evening

When it comes to biscuits, we genuinely believe that no one beats Anmol. There are so many different classic variations to pick from that the possibilities are truly limitless, from the classic cookies to the best cream biscuits in India. However, if you want to eat your biscuit with a cup of tea, you must select the appropriate one – but what makes the perfect partner to a steaming mug of tea?

Flavourful Rusks

Rusk is, by a long shot, the most underrated snack ever! Even if it is not the ultimate favourite of many, it is loaded with healthy goodness and a taste that compliments your evening tea perfectly! The aromatic cardamom-flavoured rusks made at Anmol Industries will fill your heart with memories of simpler times. These crunchy elaichi flavoured rusks will warm your spirit whether combined with scorching hot tea or a glass of milk.

Another fan favourite is our delicious Butter Rusks. With these crunchy buttery pleasures, you can amp up the flavour factor! A single mouthful will transport you back in time, but we guarantee you won’t be able to stop at just one.

You can also opt for the healthier alternative of Milk Rusks – with these crunchy twice-baked rusks packed with milk sweetness, you get the best of both worlds: taste and health. You can dunk it in tea or a hot glass of milk to savour it, or simply eat it plain; either way, you can’t go wrong!

Sweet n Salty Cracker Biscuits

Have you ever wondered what happens when two opposing flavours mix? With Anmol’s 2 in 1, you get something deliciously sweet and salty. Because of its different flavours, this is an ideal tea-time companion for individuals of all ages. Alternatively, when you don’t have a sweet tooth and your salt needs are on the rise, treat yourself to a pack of Anmol’s Top Magic. This salty, buttery cracker with an excellent array of flavours is the ideal snack option for any time of day.

Looking for a healthy evening snack? Anmol’s Veg Munch is a delicious delicacy that is high in spices and vegetables. What could be more satisfying than indulging in some spicy and crunchy nutritional biscuits all at once?

Delicious Cream Biscuits

It is no exaggeration to say that our cream biscuits are the best cream biscuits in India, which will literally put a smile on your face! Bite your way through until you reach the creamy, gooey chocolate cream sandwiched between delectable salted biscuits that balance the sweetness of the chocolate through our Choco Mazaa biscuits, the tastiest chocolate cream biscuits in India.

What better way to beat the heat this summer than with this spicy Lemon Mazaa snack? Lemon Mazaa is a perennial favourite for people searching for a fresh surge of energy, with delightful lemon cream sandwiched between two light puff biscuits. On the other hand, with each crunchy bite of Fruit Mazaa, indulge in the fresh and unusual flavours of wild fruits. Feel your taste buds sway to the fruity beat of this snack as crisp biscuits and creamy fruit cream swirl together for a dramatic flavour!

Luxurious Romanzo Cookies

Nothing brings the delicious, luscious richness of chocolate to life quite like our beautiful Romanzo cookies. Chocolate is the food of the gods, and these cookies are so delicious that even the gods can’t stop eating them. So, don’t wait for an excuse to indulge in these opulent biscuits. Take a bite and your palette will be engulfed in a blanket of chocolate, thanks to the chocolate cream biscuits in India.

[tanyasharma321]

RAKHI GIFT IDEAS FOR YOUR SISTERS TO BRIGHTEN THEIR DAY

Our sisters hold great importance in our lives. And Raksha Bandhan is just around the corner. So, if you haven't decided on the perfect Rakhi gift for her, this list will help you out. Here are some Rakhi gifts for sister.  

For Your Travel Freak Sister 

You know how much your sister loves to travel, whether it is for work or fun. Gift her a travel kit where she can keep all her stuff that is required for traveling.  

For Your Party Animal Sister 

Your sister is a party animal and has been for years. Gift her beer mugs, party floating frame and shot glasses or even speakers. You can even gift her some quirky home décor, and amp up her space. 

For Your Barbie Girl Sister 

Does your sister like to play with Barbie dolls and dress up like a princess? Then, gift her a beautiful princess dress and make her feel special.  

For Your Scientist Sister 

Does your sister like to experiment with magnets, compound and electricity? Then, gifting her something related to scientific experiments is something that she will love.  

Conclusion 

So as to get your hand on top quality photo gifts, download an application that is known for providing such brilliant products.  

[standardtitaniumu]

3 Finest Welding Practices When Making Use Of Titanium

Recognizing the most effective welding practices is necessary, especially for local business. Using titanium when welding can be tricky. As an example, if there are blue, environment-friendly, grey, violet, or white colors in titanium after welding it means there is an atmospheric contamination. Guaranteeing welding depends on criterion is essential for safety and also quality.

 Titanium is really immune to corrosion. It is lighter than steel, much heavier than aluminum, and also more powerful than both of those steels. Titanium is more affordable over time because it requires little service, maintenance, and also repair service. Nevertheless, it is expensive at first. Titanium is used for armed forces, aerospace, medical, leisure, chemical processes, as well as steel ending up functions.

 There are 3 welding methods that need to be adopted. Initially, it is very important to protect the heat-affected zone from the ambience up until the temperature goes down listed below 800 levels. The titanium must not begin take in oxides (oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen, carbon) until the temperature level is below that average.

 If they are absorbed too early, the weldment will certainly be embrittled as well as the item provided useless. A great technique would certainly be to check an item out initially before welding the major titanium job. The variables that allow excellent securing gas insurance coverage ought to be verified before starting.

Titanium Tube

 Second, the workplace needs to be tidy. Contamination can occur from many different sources. There is oil on fingertips, lubricants, cutting fluid, paint, dust, and also extra. These can trigger embrittlement and weld failing. The workspace ought to be devoid of dust, debris, and also excess air movement that would interrupt the gas protecting mentioned over.

 Third, it is crucial to utilize the proper tools to weld titanium. A power source with a high regularity arc beginning, an outcome of 250 amps, a post-flow shielding gas timer, as well as remote amperage control capabilities is the very first as well as essential device required. Polarity must be readied to right.

 A lantern can be air or water cooled, based on individual devices choices. Water cooled down lanterns are smaller, manoeuvrable, and also can bond at greater temperature levels for extended durations. Water cooled down lanterns are simpler, however air cooled torches are cheaper.

 To bring the required welding existing, a 2%- ceriated tungsten sized is proper. A glass lens is required to equally disperse and also produce smooth gas flow. A cup with a diameter of a minimum of 3/4 - 1 inch should be made use of. Bigger mugs allow larger welds.

 A tracking guard must expand the size of the weldment. The electrode needs to prolong longer than normal to offer extended gas protection if utilizing bigger mugs or the routing guard. Normally, the electrode expands much enough for visibility and also accessibility to the joint. This can additionally be determined as one and also half times the size of the electrode.

 Purge blocks are needed to give shielding gas coverage on the back and base of a joint. Several places develop their very own personalized purge obstructs from porous copper sheet and also stainless-steel. The copper serves as a gas lens by equally dispersing gas. The blocks are loaded with stainless-steel woollen to smooth gas flow a lot more.

Titanium Sheet

 In some cases there are uncomfortable joints. As opposed to cleanup blocks, welders can develop shielding gas dams or chambers with stainless steel foil and fiberglass tape. Gas has to move long enough to exchange gas inside the chamber 10 times prior to welding. This makes sure pureness.

 A gas manifold system distributes shielding gas to the lantern as well as purge blocks. It accomplishes this by utilizing separate gas lines with medical quality tubing, ensuring quality. Wetness content will certainly rise as round pressure decreases, so cylinders should be changed when the stress reaches 25 bar.

  By having appropriate tools, maintaining a tidy work area, as well as using gas securing appropriately, titanium welding tasks will certainly not have embrittlement or failing. These methods are important to make sure high quality and security. Welding titanium suitably in the beginning will certainly permit longevity and low maintenance.

[yourpinkestaunt]

some 2023 games i'd like to play!

made this list on twitter, but better safe than sorry so-

Granblue Fantasy: Relink! since i have been a fan of granblue's chara design for a while, despite only tipping my toe in once upon a time ,:D i even own one of the art books! so definitely will try to get my hands on this when it comes!

Infinity Nikki! yup you read that right. it seems to be a nikki maker's attempt at a genshin-like game, and i'm. weirdly drawn in. we shall see if 1) it comes out in 2023 2) what reviews say before i can make promises but! crossing my fingers!

DokeV! another "may or may not come out in 2023" game but! haven't forgotten how charmed i was when i saw the trailer in -21 so! it basically looks pokemon x "relive your childhood via rose-colored glasses", which i am here for.

Tiny Glade! basically just "go nuts and make a cute enviroment". which is all i need sometimes, so def keeping an eye on it

Blue Protocol! amazon games' attempt at anime mmo. could be anything from a trash fire to good. and as someone who likes to poke at all the free trials for all the mmos; heck yeah we trying this one!

Rift of the NecroDancer! IT'S MORE NECRODANCER, DO I NEED TO SAY MORE!! (except that i'm not sure if it's gonna come out this year-)

Bits and Bops! another rhythm game that looks adore as heck. that's all. that's all it needs to be.

Witchbrook! another game that might not come out this year, but! BUT!! I CAN DREAM OKAY?! it's cute pixel game. where you go to magic school. and i need it in my hands ASAP.

The Plucky Squire! was charmed at first glance! it's a tiny hero's journey through all sorts of things on a child's table, from books to mugs and beyond!

Exhausted Man! a spaghetti-like man, trying to get through his day while tired. it looks cute, and i relate to it too much.

Spirit Swap! i have too many hours on bejeweled 3, so of course cute as heck game with match-3 and good music is gotta be on my list!!!

aaaaand that's it for now! will add more into another post later!

[sharonpal]

Nestasia introduces the launch of a Christmas hosting collection for your holiday dinners

Host favorites for intimate celebrations at home in a breeze. Some of our intricately handcrafted ceramic serveware, crockery, and metal trays will double up as beautiful decor or accent pieces. Our serveware is not just for relishing delectables but is a piece of art in itself. Every home decor piece curated by Nestasia communicates a story. With eye-catching designs, premium quality and meticulous craftsmanship, we strive to deliver the best home decor products from all over Asia to beautify your nest.

Lay the table with an exquisite glassware collection of wine glasses, flute glasses, champagne glasses, drinking glass sets, juice glasses, cocktail glasses, or red wine glasses. From modern and minimalist to rustic and cottage core themes, Nestasia’s dining collection is apt for any tablescape. The stylish, unique, and classic crockery designs blend into all varieties of homes and fulfill all your requirements. You can combine ceramic trays with cups and mugs to serve at a high tea party or house party. For parties and gaming nights, or cheese, wine and dine sessions, you can look for drink dispensers and party games to amp up the mood.

Here are a few out-of-the-box decor options for your coming parties and casual dining. Make your guests gush about you with pride by incorporating these products in your party.

1.    Holly Jolly Christmas 21 Piece Dinner Set For 6

Christmas eve is the time to share merriment and happiness with family and friends. The day of red and green, Christmas trees and reindeer, and the wavering excitement of what Santa is going to give are the essential elements of the most special eve in December. But, it can never end without a hearty meal presented on our Christmas-themed crockery. Hence, our Christmas dinner set is just what you need! Our Christmas special assortment includes- 6 dinner plates, 6 snack plates, 6 soup bowls, 1 platter, and 2 platters with handles.

Nestip: The snack plate in the Christmas dinner set can be used as a decor element by keeping it on a shelf for display.

Price ₹ 24,830

Find it here.

2.    Macaron Table Card Clip Holder Green 4.5 Inch

The macaron-designed card clip with a metal clamp can be used to firmly grip photos/postcards, and can stand still on the desktop. The macaron dessert will look fresh as ever, and help preserve your memories too! The cute card clip or memo holder can be kept at any eye-catching place to make any note visible to your guests, customers, or friends. The card clip can also be gifted to someone who makes a lot of notes or likes to keep a picture on the desktop.

Nestip: The card clip can be used in cafes or shops to display offers, special discounts, or about events.

Price ₹ 390

Find it here.

3.    Rose Crystal Red Wine Glass Set Of 2

Impress guests with a set of two vintage cut, rose pink stemmed glasses. Not only is the drinkware set stunning, it is also strong and resilient. Use the drinkware to serve sherbets, wines, or other cocktails. The hue of the glass coupled with its distinct look can create a magical feel on any table.

Nestip: The glasses would work well for both formal and informal occasions.

Price ₹ 650

Find it here.

4.    Mini Christmas Tree With Flowers For Table 10 Inch

The decorative tree ornament is the tableware decor item for Christmas to beautify the look of your house. The faux tree can also be gifted as a bouquet to your loved ones. The unique design of the tree showpiece creates a strong Christmas atmosphere. It is made of PVC which is why it is durable and can be used as a decor piece for a long time. Not just for Christmas, it can be used in all seasons.

Nestip: Keep it on your tabletop as a piece of decor.

Price ₹ 355

Find it here.

5.    Santa Hat Cutlery Holder Set Of 6

When it's time for Christmas, even the cutlery needs a festive makeover once every while. The cloth-made cutlery holder in the colors of red and white, and in a unique shape of a Santa hat is the right accessory to make the dining table a merrier place. One can place the forks, knives, and spoons inside the Mini Christmas hat and get ready for a holly jolly feast.

Nestip: The Santa hat-shaped cutlery holder can be gifted to a chef friend as a Christmas gift.

Price ₹ 210

[farzanatrading]

Here are five simple methods for including water in your daily life.

Drinking water will surely help, but if you plan on engaging in a demanding exertion, like running a race or going on a long bike lift, you need to be doused well in advance. The reason? Water helps amp your muscles, and if you haven’t been drinking enough of it, they’ll come fatigued fluently.

So what are the stylish ways to get and stay doused? Then are five helpful tips that you can fluently incorporate into everyday living

Start by tracking your input. Write down for a week or so how important you're drinking. also, set a thing and gradationally makeup for it. Don’t feel like you need to force yourself to drink two or three times what you’re used to right down.

Keep it handy. Having a bottle of water on your office at work, in your auto and near you at home will serve as a constant and easy memorial to take a draft.

Increase your glass size. Used to drinking out of a lower glass? snare a bigger mug or bottle to help mince down at your thing.

Eat your water. Huh? That may sound funny, but 20 percent of the water we need comes from food. Lots of foods are succulents, meaning they've a naturally high water content. Exemplifications are watermelon, cucumbers, lettuce, tomatoes, grapes, oranges, and apples. However, these are good places to start, If you need help adding your input.

Find your favorites. However, lime or cucumber slices to your water make you enjoy the taste more, so go for it, If you find that adding a bomb.

Other fruits and vegetables can be added also to improve the taste. Or add a flavor enhancer – so long as it’s sugar-free. Just find the thing that makes you like it so that drinking enough of the clear stuff doesn’t feel like a chore.

Choose drinking water online can help you avoid dehydration, which can cause confusion, mood swings, and other problems.