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Poolverine fluff? Cuddles perchance?

hello! im sorry that this is so short T-T

i hope you like it though! thank you for the request!

Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Poolverine

Word Count: 523

Tags: fluff and cuddles!!

Logan hadn't stricken him as a cuddler. Wade's body tenses as Logan's weight crushes him into his mattress. Adamantium was brutally heavy. Even in the pitch darkness, there was no mistaking it was him.

But it's…2:00 AM. And Logan started on the couch.

“Hey, Honey Badger,” he protests with as much sound as he could muster. “I'm totally into this, usually I prefer to be asleep for much longer, but I'll make an exception for you–”

Wade can feel the powerful rumble reverberate through both their chests as Logan growls, “Shut up.”

So he does, for once. Just…lets him lay there. A few shudders wrack through Logan's body and his grip tightens on Wade.

“They're dead,” Logan eventually mumbles.

“Yeah,” Wade replies with a sigh, bringing one of his arms up around the bulkier man. “I know.”

“I told them to run.”

“You did what you could.”

Logan's breath is harsh, his body tensed, claws poking at his skin. Wade brushes his hand down Logan's back, soothing him with just the tips of his fingers.

These nights were less frequent than they'd been at the beginning, when they had to replace four couches in the span of a month. He'd almost taken out their television, catching his reflection in the dark and jumping out of his skin.

Usually, Wade would crack a joke by now, say something to poke the bear, start commenting about how his dick was hard…But not tonight. Tonight, he'll let Logan hold him as long as he needs.

And Logan doesn't say anything else. The pair lay in silence, Wade's fingers tracing Logan's skin and Logan’s hold tight on Wade.

When the clock ticks past 3:00 AM, and Logan finally relaxes, Wade takes a breath and rolls Logan to his side. Logan huffs in surprise, but when Wade snuggles up behind him and presses a kiss to the back of his neck, he makes no other protests.

“Would now be a bad time to say that you growling at me to shut up was the hottest thing I've ever heard?” Wade mutters, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. He presses himself against Logan just enough that he nips at Wade's arm. “Like, I'm not a furry, but fuck-”

Logan bites down, hard, a warning huff tickling Wade's skin.

“No biting!” Wade whines. “You live with me for my witty commentary, don't pretend you hate it!”

“Your ‘witty commentary’ is interrupting your much needed beauty sleep,” Logan mutters, one corner of his lips raising.

“Oh-ho! He can joke!” Wade says, his arms squeezing Logan once. “Planning on staying here all night, Snookums?”

“Not if you're calling me that.” Logan tries to move but Wade laughs and tugs him back. Tomorrow, he'll tell Wade what the nightmare really was. But tonight he'll play along, keep Wade close.

He eventually stops trying to escape, settling down for the night. They chat, Wade making a joke that earned him a claw through the forearm and another ruined set of bedsheets. They eventually succumb to the call of sleep, Wade's arms wrapped around Logan's waist and his head pressed between Logan's shoulders.

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Take A Break (pt. 2 of ?)

Part 1 Here! Pairing: Doomed Polycule? I think? Word Count: 948 Warnings: Bill is once again a little shit, don't assume this is healthy yet. Otherwise, none!

hi hello we're back with this again. i have some ideas for this still but im not sure how to implement them all. anywho...enjoy!

Fiddleford was ready to wake up. As he clung to the wall behind him, he swallowed thickly at the sight of Bill in the flesh. Or at least in the…whatever he was made of. The demon's eye pierced his own, sending a bolt of anxiety through the engineer.

“Specs! Good to finally meet you, eh?” Bill said, holding out his hand and closing his eye in a smile.

Fidds could only nod, sliding down the cabin wall. 

“I hear you wanna talk! Name's Bill, though you seem to already know that.” When Fidds didn't shake his hand, he brought it back with a shrug. “And you're Fiddlesticks! Gotta say, for a hick, you seem to have a pretty nice mindscape in here. But maybe that's because you've used the old memory gun a few too many times.”

“You know about the gun?” Fidds asked, voice cracking.

“Of course I know about the gun!” Bill laughed, suddenly approaching Fidds’ face. “And I know about your wife, and about your desperation for my Fordsy.”

“My–”

“Oh, don't play dumb with me, Specs, you gave him googly eyes before you left the basement. And it's almost like, and I'm spitballing here, I'm in your head.”

Fidds’ face flushed red as he turned away. “This isn’t fair, Bill. I’m tryin’ to have a civil conversation.”

Bill blinked, taken aback for a moment. “Civil? Where Fordsy is concerned? Never.”

“So you two are…Not important. Not…yeah.” Fidds sighed, bringing a hand to his face. “Look, you’re a little intimidatin’, but if you’re makin’ him happy, then I can’t complain. Just try to be mindful of ‘im. And, well, I think you and I should at least try to play nice since we both clearly care for ‘im.”

“Hm, asking something of me without giving me something in return…Not my style, Specs.” The demon tapped a finger to where his mouth would have been if he had one. Did…he have one? “Though, I do love a good deal. How ‘bout we make one?”

Fidds shook his head vigorously. “Mama raised a godly boy, and while that may be different now, I know better than to meddle in devilish voodoo.” He shuddered with a grimace. “This dream's plenty proof for me that you exist.”

Bill twirled his cane, a hand behind his head. “Fordsy likes you too, y'know.”

“Not my business. He's got his love life, I've got mine. No need to–What?” 

With a laugh the demon swam in front of the engineer, his chin resting on folded hands and legs kicking behind him. “I couldn't give less of a damn if you like him, Fiddlesticks. I care because he always gets so prickly when his little hillbilly's involved. You're a smart one, but nothing like my Sixer.” His large eye inched ever closer towards Fidds. “Which makes me curious. Why does the greatest mind across every dimension care about someone as mediocre as you, when he has a god that cares about him and can boost his potential?” 

“I couldn’t tell you.” The sting of those words hurt more than Fidds wanted to admit. “But I know a gamble when I see one, and I'm starin’ one head on. What is he gettin’ out of this?” 

“Power beyond any mortal mind's comprehension, an expanding kingdom to rule and study as he sees fit, a life with his Muse…” The demon tapped his fingers in a counting motion. “What else could my Fordsy want? Certainly nothing you could provide.”

“Ford's not interested in power,” Fidds spat. 

“Oh-ho, boy are you wrong!” Bill laughed. “All humans want power!”

“I don't–”

“Hold on, hold on, get your suspenders out of that knot! Power manifests in different ways, Fiddlesticks.” The demon jabbed a finger towards the man's glasses. “But we're getting off topic…Here's the deal. I can't physically enter your realm unless that portal's finished.”

“Good,” the engineer growled. “I don't want you anywhere near this place.”

“I mean no harm, of course, and even if I did, Ford's willing to help me. My offer to you is if you let me drive this bad boy around every once in a while, I can make sure we both get a piece of our favorite scientist.”

Fidds’ face twisted in disgust, shaking his head again. “Ford would never. And you’ve got another thing comin’ if you think I’d let you use me to keep twistin’ his brain every which way.”

Bill shrugged. “Your loss, Fiddlesticks, but the offer’s always on the table! Anywho, time for me to go! Nothing matters, buy gold, bye–”

“Now hold your horses!” At Bill’s slow blink, Fidds continued. “That’s all? You come into my head, ruin my night, and-and you’re just gonna leave? I haven’t gotten a single word in! What do you really want with Ford?”

“I just told you, Specs, keep up!”

Fidds finally stood, shoving a finger in the demon’s face. “I ain’t stupid, Billy, you know exactly what I’m askin’ you!”

“And I ain’t tellin’ you!” Bill’s accent was a mockery, fueling Fidds’ bubbling rage. 

“Fine then! But if you hurt him, there ain’t nothin’ in any dimension that can stop me from tearing those stupid little limbs off your stupid yellow body and feeding them to you one by one.”

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, Fiddlesticks!” Bill patted Fidds’ head condescendingly. “You’re fun! I’ll be here more often, I think. Bye!”

As the demon disappeared, Fidds woke up with a start. He slammed a fist against his mattress and stood. Pacing the floor, he muttered to himself before sitting at his desk and drawing up blueprints for an inter-dimensional death ray that aimed only at yellow triangles.