#wade wilson ficlet
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icarusredwings · 1 month ago
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Thinking about Logan, after being officallt together with Wade for multiple months just sitting at the table with this longing look on his face.
"What's wrong, Wolvie? Kitty havin' a bad day?"
"...My wife died today.."
"What?"
And it's not that Wade doesn't already know he's been married multiple times already, but it's the suprise that Logan is just now mentioning this today. I mean its like 4 pm and he just now is bringing this up.
"Well.. Let's go see her!"
"... I can't.."
"Oh... cause it hurts to much?"
Logan is staring at the table, just.. staring.. out of it, looking like he's gonna cry if someone doesn't do something. And seeing as he's sober now, he's trying really hard to stay here. He wants to run off to some bar and drown himself in his own sorrows, but he doesn't.
He's a good boy.
Cause he's staying right here. At home. With Wade. Where he belongs. It's so hard, though. So damn hard.
Theres a big pause before he looks up at wade with the biggest wettest eyes. "..Cause shes in Japan."
And suddenly, Wade Gasps. "Ooh I love Tokyo! Lets go!"
Logan is now frustrated, he thinks wade is teasing him about going. He thinks hes mocking him. Tears fall as he glares at him.
"DONT... not today, wilson."
So Wade blinks and is like 'oh shit' cause he got hit with the army name.
"...so.. you dont want to go to Japan?"
Its now that Logan looks at him, baffled. "Of course I do..."
"Then let's go! Im bringing an empty suitcase, EEHH Im gonna buy so many clothes!" So as Wade runs off, Logan thinks for a second, processing before awkwardly coming to the bedroom. "W-..were actually going?"
Wade stops packing and blinks. "Peanut you really gotta make up your mind. Do you want to go see your wife or not?"
"... yes."
"Then yes. We are. Now come on I cant imagine a ticket this late would be cheap but oh well! Anything for my Logan." He declares.
Logan smiles a bit.
My Logan
"Y-you dont mind? Really? It'll be a lot of money, Wade... wont you feel weird coming with me to watch me talk to her?"
"Oh don't worry about it. I took a couple extra jobs this week, and why wouldn't I be? You let me see Ness. And Death."
"I dont exactly *let* you see death... she just takes you."
"Yeah well. When a girl is needy you dont really complain, now do ya? Now get packed or ill go myself. Ive been itching to go somewhere for awhile. Love new york. Hate america." He states, slamming his case shut and zipped it only for a couple yips to come from the bag.
"...Wade... did you pack puppins?"
"What? Shes an essential."
"Wade..."
"Fine! I'll leave her with al! Jeez."
And so, here they are, packed, sunscreened, and at the airport when Logan remembers how much he hates planes. He's nervous, anxiously staring at the boarding gate and his hands itch. Hes in the corner, waiting for wade to get back with their pretzels.
"You know- Its really convenient that I saved up all that money and we were able to go on this vacation style trip. Oh well. You want your pretzel now or later? Yours has cheese. Mines mustard.. Kinda like that new Kendrick song."
"What??" Logan asks, out of it and is obviously sweating.
"Ooh kitty... shit I forgot. Here. Hurry up and take these. Hank said if we ever needed to go somewhere on a plane or you were going crazy to give you some of these." He says, shifting hands to give him a bottle of pills.
"Im not so sure about this.."
"About going to Japan?"
"No no.. I... I wanna go to Japan. I just.. I really hate planes.. and these I-" he looks at the pills, whining. "I used to do a ton of pills, Wade. Anything I could get my paws on."
"Ha!! Paws."
"?? Did you take one of these?" He questions.
"Oh what? Nah. Did do a ton of coke though before we left... Oh shit... you know what the author just remembered?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah exactly. We cant get through TSA... Welp. Time to go buy a plane."
"Ohh hell no! You are NOT flying us anywhere!.. Look.. I know a guy."
"Oooh. Mysterious cliff hanger. What will happen next? Who knows. Maybe we'll get a plane crash and logan will drown to death over and over-"
"WADE!!! NOT. HELPING!"
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enbyfvcker · 16 days ago
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Okay, just- Picture Laura and Wade doing the hear me out trend. She didn't even have to convince Wade, he was down already.
Laura's phone recording them and a deformed cake that Wade baked as they stand in the kitchen.
Logan's sitting in the living room, smoking, bored out of his mind, so he eavesdrop.
"Ellie."
"Gurl, what?! That's my daughter you're talking about." Wade gasps as Laura sinks the paper with Ellie's picture and a toothpick on it on the cake.
"So what? She's pretty."
"She has a girlfriend."
"Which brings me to this." Laura grins as she spikes another paper, this time with Yukio's picture on it.
"Oh, you're really your father's child."
Logan shrugs in his seat.
"Come on, your turn."
"Alrighty." Wade looks through the papers he printed and pulls out one with a Spider-Man picture. "Spidey! I mean, it's obvious, but worth the mention."
Logan raises an eyebrow at that, his attention now fully on their conversation.
"Yeah, I hear you." Laura chuckles.
"Hey, take ur eyes off."
"Well, my turn again." She grins and sinks a toothpick with a Gambit's picture.
"The minion guy? Come on, he speaks gibberish."
"It's not gibberish, it's french. It's charming."
"It's bananas."
"You're boring."
"I'm not, I just have good taste." Wade places a picture of Catwoman, and Laura tilts her head to the side.
"Who's that?"
"Oh, you won't know her. She's got different copyright owners, if you know what I mean."
"I really don't."
"You next, kiddo."
"Magik." Laura announces, placing the picture on the cake that now has little space left.
"Go after her and leave my kid alone, will ya."
"Bitch, I go after whoever I want."
As they record the video, Laura places other people on the cake, but Logan isn't really focusing on that. He's too busy focused on who Wade chooses: he hears Cable, Colossus, Mystique, Emma frost... and he gets more grumpy with each one, crossing his arms and taking a deep swig of his cigar to contain his nerves.
They eventually end filming it, and Wade gives little jumps to the couch, sitting down and throwing his legs over Logan's.
"Hey, Wolvie. Watcha doing?" Wade grins but Logan doesn't even look at him, tossing his legs away, grunting.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Wade teases but doesn't receive a response again. He pouts. "Wolvieeee? Helloo?" He waves his hand in front of Logan's eyes but nothing.
"Oh, I know that look." Laura places a hand on her hip. "He got the same one that day when that TVA guy kept ogling you." She explains. "He's jealous."
Logan's ears and face heats up, and he just sinks deeper on his seat.
"Whaaat? Oh, that's rich. He actually is! Look, he's blushing!"
"Shut the fuck up, both of you."
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shy-canadian-snowflake · 14 days ago
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“So your blood gave me my mutation, also can you pass the ketchup.” 
“Yeah sure” He gripped the bottle harder. “I’m sorry what?”
“Pass the ketchup.” Wade says making grabby hands at the other. Logan mouth is agape, trying to figure out what the hell the other just said. 
“Before that?”
“I don’t need anything before the ketchup, Peanut.”
“No, what did you say before the ketchup?” He still held tightly on the bottle. 
“Oh. Yeah your blood gave me my mutation. Give me the ketchup.” Wade reached for the bottle again only for it to be torn away when Logan stood. Wade gave a sad whine, just wanting ketchup in this ketchupless kitchen.
“How the hell does that work bub?”
“Got el cancer, said fuck it, became an experiment, then ended up looking like a plucked hedgehog. Ketchup?” 
“Wade, I… Fuck that’s fucked. I’m sorry you sho-” A finger was pressed into his lips as Wade stood close. 
“Never be sorry for this Babygirl. Because of you I’m still alive and yappin’. If anything it’s kind of your fault I became an undying jackass. Because of you, you have a boyfriend who loves you and your hairy tits. Because of you, you have someone who’s going to stay around for a long time, and never leave you.” Logan cupped Wade’s jaw as he pressed a hard kiss into the other. They rested their foreheads together and Logan gave his lover a sweet smile. 
“Though, I will leave you if you don’t give me the fucking ketchup.” 
“Oh, right. Here.” He handled the bottle to Wade who cheered loudly. The Merc sat back down, he flicked open the lid, and he lied to Logan. For he died right then and there. 
“Oh yeah sorry bub, I finished the ketchup.”
And we all say Thank you to @resident-idiot-simp for this crack idea. Well not the ketchup part.... I now can't stand the word ketchup.
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softcenteregg · 5 months ago
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// you saved me // // you called my name // It has been one month since I started drawing them, and it still fills me with such joy. My eternal thanks for all of the support ~ I hope I keep doing right by all of you. I am currently OBSESSED with that liminal space/time post-Time Ripper and pre-TVA talk.
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mynameisjag · 4 months ago
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“Oh, hello gorgeous, who would be cruel enough to leave a sweetie like you alone in a place like this?”
Wade snapped his head toward Logan as soon as he heard the words come out of the other man’s mouth, “Who in the hell-“
-and of course the older mutant was talking to an animal and not another person, granted, he should have known that since they were staking out a warehouse for a new temp base that had been abandoned for some time.
The animal in question was a scraggly looking cat, fur missing in patches and thin in others places especially around the hind quarters, Logan didn’t seem to care as he picked up the purring creature that was rubbing against his legs. Cradling to his chest with a smug little smirk, “Handsome fella, aren’t ya?”
Oh, they were going to take this balding mess home with them!
“Gotta a thing for ugly cute, huh?”
The smug smirk was sent the mercs way, “Perhaps, besides, he is supposed to look this way, he’s Lykoi breed, which is strange, they are rare breed…wonder who left him here?”
“Lykoi? Someone suddenly a cat expert?”
“…one of the kids back…back where I came from…did a report on them…they are also known as werewolf cats…”
“Werewolf cats, I hope they got an A with the effort they put in for that one joke.”
Logan simply shrugged, moving the cat to the crook of one arm, smiling as the animal stretched out, purring louder as it got comfortable, one of its paws came up and stretched out its claws to lightly tap at the man’s shoulder, “We are taking him with us.”
“Well, don’t those words sound familiar? Should I even put up a token fight? Fine, you win, you and your way with words, how could I ever argue with a face like that but no sleeping with us…okay, they can sleep with us, so demanding today, Peanut.”
Logan hadn’t even said a word, just watching amusingly as his partner had the one-sided argument for them. Just lazily scratching his new companion’s head, mind already thinking of what to pick up on the way home, “need some supplies.”
“Oh, we can get him and Mary matching outfits! There has to be a Wolverine suit for cats out there! Or maybe a lumberjack look? What we naming him?!”
“…cat…”
“We are not calling him just Cat, baby, you can come up with something better, how about Jim Jam, Mr. Murray, KitKat-“
“Cat.”
“No!”
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pool-spidey · 9 days ago
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The thing about the Ice Box was it could make your skin crawl just thinking about it, let alone being its inmate.
Still, Wade couldn’t really say he regretted ending up in there; given the chance, he would’ve blown off that fucking pedophile’s head a hundred more times. But needless to say, his first mission under the X-Men’s wing didn’t go as smoothly as planned.
What Wade remembered best from being arrested wasn’t the sensation of this fucking collar being clasped over his neck, and his body revolting against the cancer joining the party once again. What carved into his memory even more were Peter’s screams, telling the motherfuckers to get fucking off him, take that shit off, you’re gonna fucking kill him; backing it up with some punches thrown with what could only be taken for a mutant strength.
Needless to say, that got him arrested, too. Which was exactly what he wanted.
And what made up all the regret Wade had about what he’d done.
Wade remembered vaguely joking that it was not exactly how he imagined getting away with Peter for that vacation at last, but it’d have to do. Being taken to the mountains, getting matching outfits and all that.
And he remembered that Peter didn’t laugh.
As the door of their cell locked behind them, Wade had to sit down, but Peter started to pace up and down the small space. Wade’s eyes followed him like he was watching the tennis match.
Peter unzipped his yellow prison garb and let it loose around his legs, revealing a white undershirt, same as Wade had underneath.
It made the collar on his neck even more visible and Wade felt rage crippling through his cancer-ridden body.
“You, fucking stop it.”
Peter froze in place and looked at him.
“What?”
“Wolverine was supposed to be the only one looking this good in a wife beater. So you better fucking stop it.”
Peter snorted, a shadow of a smile on his lips. It sounded a little bit relieved and a little bit more like he wanted to cry.
“You forgot Freddy Mercury”, he said, walking up to sit beside Wade. He left no space between them and Wade took the chance to rest his head on Peter’s shoulder.
He quickly sat back up though, feeling that Peter was shaking. He pressed a hand to his face, covering his eyes and leaving no doubt now that he was crying.
“Hey… what’s up?”
“I’m so sorry, Wade.”
“What? Why?”
He took a hand off his face and looked at Wade, whose heart immediately smashed to smithereens at the sight of sadness overflowing his eyes along with the tears.
“I talked you into this X-Men shit… If you weren’t there…”
“Hey, boo, stop it. Really, life would always find a way to fuck us stiff bareback, don’t you know it? Stop crying, this is not your fault.”
“That’s not why I’m crying.”
“Then why?”
“Cause you’re…” he started in a tone like he couldn’t believe Wade had to even ask, but then cut it abruptly and said something else than he’d intended: “Cause you’re in pain.”
Cause you’re dying.
Vomiting felt like all of Wade’s insides were going out – or rather wanted to, but couldn’t.
All he had inside of him was pain, and it felt like Wade was the one his body was fighting, not the cancer.
He wiped his mouth with shaking hand and used the rest of his energy to get away from the toilet and crawl a meter away of it, towards his pallet. Peter was sitting by it on the floor, waiting for him to come back and lay his head on his lap. Which Wade did, curling on the floor and burrowing half of his face in Peter’s thigh. Peter gave him his hand and Wade took it with both of his, pressed it to his chest like he was a child squeezing a teddy bear. The other hand Peter laid on his head, petting it slowly, like he was a mother of said terrified child.
“Here we fucking go again, I guess,” Wade groaned.
“Only the first time you fled on me, remember?”
“Yeah. And I’m sorry.”
“And you’d do it again.” There was no accusation in his voice; there was only the warmth in his hands.
“Probably, yeah.”
It wouldn’t be like them if they didn’t get into even bigger shit than they were already in.
It was the first time they were in prison cafeteria, poking around for something edible among the crap they had on their platters. They were sitting alone by their table, face to face, and Wade was trying to imagine that Peter was the only one out there, the only person in a thousand miles radius; lines of his bare biceps like a balm for Wade’s aching insides.
It took him a good minute to notice the group approaching them.
“I’ve seen you earlier, pretty face.”
Black Tom didn’t look as much of a threat. And maybe it wouldn’t have ended so badly if he didn’t touch Peter.
“Thanks, I was thinking about acting, actually.” In his current state, Wade wasn’t that much of a threat either. But least he could do was try to keep their attention on himself.
But they didn’t take it, told him to shut the fuck up – they’re talking to the twink right here.
“Your name here’s gonna be Gentle Mouth…” Black Tom said, putting his dirty paw on Peter’s face.
There were plenty of times before when they were in danger, when they were dealing with far worse than fucking Black Tom and his boys.
But all these previous times were different.
Now Wade couldn’t fight them and he knew it.
So maybe that was why his eloquence left him high and dry, and the only way to let out his rage as he saw Peter stiffening under Black Tom’s touch, was noncreative and point-blank:
“Keep the fuck away from him.”
“Why, he’s your bitch?”
“I am his.”
“Oh shee-it!” Black Tom smiled, turning to Wade. “I see you’ve got something in your teeth. His pubes?”
“Jealous much?”
You moron, Peter would tell him later, all resigned. Couldn’t you keep your mouth shut for once? I was trying not to provoke them.
In exchange for what he said, Wade got some laughs, and a nudge in the gut from Black Tom; which combined forces with the cancer and was enough to leave him breathless.
And as for Black Tom, what he got in exchange was Peter’s platter right to his fucking face – a beautiful hit that set both Black Tom and Peter’s untouched excuse for a meal flying around in all directions.
After that it went painfully and fast, and soon enough they were all escorted roughly to their cells, Peter helping Wade walk to theirs, almost carrying him. 
As soon as they were in, Wade would’ve collapsed right then and there if Petter didn’t make the extra effort to lay him on the pallet; to put the pillow under his dizzy head.
Then he lay down behind him, hugging him gently; somehow holding Wade in place – this bundle of different pains all stitched together.
Peter was also beat up, even worse than Wade given the fact that this whole fight was practically him just trying to keep others away from Wade who was only lying there on the floor and getting kicked. But he took it better; even the last part when he just clung to Wade on the floor, shielding him with his body; taking the kicks to his own ribs.  
Now Wade was glad to be the little spoon – he didn’t have to see Peter’s bloodied face.
“Sorry”, he said. “I know you didn’t want to provoke them. But I just…”
He didn’t know what to say, so he stopped, the pain and the blame getting the best of him. And for a moment Peter wasn’t saying anything, but then Wade felt warmth on the back of his head, so gentle, and again. And again.  
Peter kissing him there.
“It’s okay”, he said quietly, and held him closer. “I’m just sorry you’re hurt.”
Not long after – and not a moment too soon – Cable was there, fucking the shit up and chasing a fourteen-year-old.
It came pretty much without saying that Peter and Wade were gonna help the kid. That is: it came without saying for Peter, so also for Wade.
Some plain old chaos and ass beatings were involved, during which Cable’s fuckass weapon fired right into Wade’s collar, breaking it just in fucking time for Wade to survive his not so pleasant fall on a table which practically broke him in half.
He had a moment of a black out, and the last thing he heard before it was Peter tearing his throat on Wade’s name as he watched him fall.
Wade was glad it didn’t end up the last thing he's heard in life; and also that it wasn’t the last image of him burned into Peter’s mind.
Not his best look, for sure. Also, breaking a spine? Wade wouldn’t recommend.
But what came after was, not to exaggerate, motherfucking awesome.
Welcome back, superpowers.
After that it went pretty fast.
X-Men showed up in their hovercraft to check up on the fuckery that was going on there. They were too late to meet Cable, but at least they gave Peter, Wade and that kid Russel a lift.
And Yukio, that sweet girl, took the collars off of Peter and Russel as well.
During the flight, Peter gave them a piece of his mind about not doing anything to prevent the mutants from being held in such conditions, and not coming earlier to prevent Wade from dying there of cancer. Wade sat there with his head on Peter’s shoulder, listening with a smile to him telling Colossus where he could shove his rules.
Russell was taken to the X-Men mansion and soon enough Cable showed up for him; but there he met Wade and Peter.
There was some talking and some more beating the shit out of each other, and also some more shooting, but eventually they came to terms.
They made raid on the facility where Russell had been held and abused. They killed some pedos together, and in the end it was Dopinder, sweet sweet bloodthirsty Dopinder, who ended that fucking turd of a director of that dump; not Russell.
Orphans were saved and friends were made, and Russell stayed at X-Men mansion, while Cable came back to his loved ones.
Peter and Wade also came home – to spoon, finally, in their own bed.
Being even more of the ­f-word than before.
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toastily · 4 months ago
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simple little ficlet of the matter/antimatter doing crazy multiversal magic and making wade see his possible future afterlife instead of the one seen in DP2 ✨
He was dying again.
For the final time, he thinks. He knew what being ripped apart cell by cell felt like. He felt it constantly; his body dying and reviving itself thousands of times over every second.
This was different. He’d felt everything. His body crumbling apart for the final time, burning him alive and turning into nothing as the matter and anti-matter mixed inside his body. He felt every atom screaming, his body trying desperately to heal itself as he was dragged from his body and into the ether.
Then it was all over in an instant, and he was falling. That feeling so familiar to him now. Tumbling through the darkness and feeling it enveloping him, slowly stripping him of the pain that came with being alive. Tearing the cancer, the constant agonizing pain, from his body and letting him finally relax.
God, he’d missed this. He’d missed dying.
He dropped into his afterlife after what felt like hours of falling through the dark, expecting the familiar view of what was once his apartment with Vanessa, but that’s not what he saw.
It was his and Al’s apartment. But it was different, somehow. Clothes that weren’t his strewn across his shitty futon, furniture was moved, a new chair was added to the already mismatched living room. The walls were a different color. There were new framed pictures on the walls, but they all looked greyed out and blurry.
“What the shit?” He mumbled under his breath, spinning in a slow circle as he took in what he was starting to assume wasn’t actually his afterlife. He felt on edge. He was supposed to know what to expect here, it wasn’t supposed to be a fucking surprise.
That comforting feeling of home was dragging on the edges of his subconscious like desperate claws, telling him to relax, accept his final resting place, but he couldn’t let himself give in. There was something wrong.
He spotted a dirty, old ash tray with a cigar that was slowly leaking smoke propped in it sitting on the kitchen counter. He zoned in on it. Neither he or Al ever touched cigars.
Then he saw it. A ghost is truly the best way he could describe it. An unfinished shape that was clearly supposed to be a person. It blurred his vision, made his eyes water when he looked directly at it.
He could catch the vague idea of what it was supposed to be. A man, tall and broad, leaning against the counter and looking out the window above the sink. The feeling that bore a hole deep into his chest as he looked at whoever this man is was the exact same one he’d felt last time he was here while Ness was still dead.
Love, deep and unending. And he didn’t even know why.
He reached up and rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to focus them on the ghost but no matter what he could only catch the very edges of him. Someone that looked so deeply familiar but wholly foreign.
The visual of this thing made his entire body ache with confusion and anxiety. He felt like he was going to vomit as his eyes refused to focus directly on it.
He took a hesitant step forward, but before he could make it very far he hit the familiar wall of his immortality. “Fuck, come on! I thought I was finally fucking done!” He yelled, slamming his fist against the invisible wall that held him from what was waiting for him. Who was waiting for him.
The shape moved, Wade could somehow tell it was turning to look at him.
“Wade?” The fuzzy sound of a voice, low and gruff, echoed through the room. It sounded like it was rooms away, but he knew it came from the ghost.
It hit him, then. He knew exactly who it was. “Peanut?” He asked, voice uncertain as he squinted at the shape. “Logan, what the fuck-”
He was ripped back hard, torn back from whatever fucked up version of his home that was supposed to be. He was dragged through the darkness again, much faster this time, landing directly back into his barely-alive body with a hard gasp.
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wolvndmouth · 2 days ago
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okay ya’ll hear me out
x-24
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and this wade
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x-24!logan is rescued by worst!logan and wade (laura was extremely convincing). it’s early enough in the timeline that x-24 isn’t the animal we’ve seen before
worst!logan and wade have no idea what to do with him (neither of them thought that far ahead tbh); he’s not 100% a danger to others, but he’s not 100% safe to be around. he is still mute, still quick to anger, but has not yet been broken into the rageful, feral weapon rice trains him to be in the future
he’s more like an angry dog who doesn’t know why they bite; all they know is that they can and will
wade, logan and al also can’t manage one more person in the apartment, much less someone like x-24, who can not only NOT pay rent/bills, but is still pretty volatile at the absence of a proper handler. it’s too fucked up of a thing to ask worst!logan or laura to take the role, and wade is just not the person for this job
but wade knows the exact person for this (and has them on speed dial just in case his logan ever wants to save a horse by riding a cowboy). western!wade knows what it’s like to live life on the run. the tva know x-24 is missing, and sending him to live with this version of wade in his timeline can buy more time
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it started off as a favor and short-term shelter. this wade takes him home to his acreage in montana, and even though everyone else sees x-24 as a more of a mutt than a man, wade has a fully furnished guest room for him.
western!wade has broken his fair share of stallions, but this one is by far his toughest challenge. but western!wade is just as stubborn as x-24 and the dog keeps him on his feet, and soon enough, he’s got a bit of a soft spot for the fella
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wade doesn’t necessarily handle him like an animal, but he knows how to get his way when it comes to beasts. and x-24 feels safe knowing that. the training involved is satisfying to the both of them, and they’ve both come to an unspoken agreement about how they’ll be living their life together. x-24’s guest room is no longer for guests; it’s now his own. in exchange for room and board, x-24 helps with the farm work
x becomes pretty docile. still mute, still stoic, but has been taught past his purpose of violence to feel, think, and choose. western!wade becomes more patient. still talkative, still wild, but more open to being gentle than wrenching his way. they eat dinner together every night. wade plays old westerns and silent movies one night and hears x laugh for the first time. and they both suddenly have a thought that maybe they’re the best things to happen to each other in a long time
however, the first time x-24 hears western!wade call him a “good boy”, it’s something he never wants to live without hearing again. it doesn’t fix the monster he feels he is, but for a small moment, he feels like he doesn’t have to hurt himself or others to be seen
that same day, while the pair are handling their usual farm work, the tva come for x to bring him back to his proper timeline, but wade just can’t let that happen. wade comes out guns blazing, taking down every agent that’s come without a single thought. x-24 doesn’t even have time to react; wade handles it all. x figures the least he can do is to help to wade bury the bodies and after that night, x-24 doesn’t sleep in the guest room anymore. he sleeps in a chair just outside of wade’s room, and he will not be convinced otherwise. this goes on for weeks, x-24 staying as a watch dog and wade with pistols under his pillow, the both of them ready at moment’s notice to fight for their home
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it takes time, but x-24’s place moves from just outside the door, to a chair in the corner of the bedroom, to the floor at the foot of the bed. eventually, he’s sleeping on the bed; still at the foot but with the way things are going, probably for not much longer
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x is getting all the horses to sleep in the barn. wade watches him from the other barn door, x petting each one as he locks up each door. every wade has their logan, but to him it almost seems wrong to want this one the way he does. after everything x has been through, it feels like he’s taking advantage. but wade has never noticed the way x looks at him from a far. he doesn’t notice that x never falls asleep first. he doesn’t see x lay awake at night, contemplating his feelings, nor does he see his dreams of their life together, but with more love and less violence. he’s never considered the loyalty that man’s grown for him as anything else but gratitude
tonight though, it’s apparent. wade’s so lost in thought, he doesn’t notice that x has left the barn. he only realizes when he feels eyes stare into him like daggers from behind. he turns around and wade swears the man in front of him looks like he wants to rip him to shreds; the feral look in his eyes could easily be confused with the desire to tear into him
but western!wade has grown to know x-24 in ways no one has ever bothered to. and he also knows what a man’s eyes look like when they look like they want to devour you in other ways. x-24 can smell the way wade’s understanding feels. they stand staring at each other, neither making a move, almost in fear of what coming together might actually mean for them
quietly and without a word, they both make their way to the house, neither one following the other, but neither one lagging behind. they make their way to the room, x closing the door behind him as wade undresses for bed. normally x would wait till wade gets into bed before taking his place at the foot. tonight, he watches as wade makes his way to him. wade looks into x’s eyes as he reaches for the hem of his shirt, asking in the only way he can bring himself to, and is still as a statue until x gives him a nod of his head in approval
both men are down to their boxers, wade taking note of every scar, stitch, and ridge left behind from x’s time in the lab. x had always taken note of how different wade smells bare skin, without all the leather and just the sweat of the day clothing him, but it’s different tonight, knowing how close they’ll finally be. wade takes him by the hand and leads him to the bed, walking him past the foot and to the other side of the mattress instead. it’s a side of the bed that’s been empty for a long time; it doesn’t smell like vanessa or cable anymore. it no longer smells like death, and in more ways than one. wade looks into x’s eyes, one last time before they craw into bed together as if to really ask him if this is okay. x smiles and nods his head, climbing in and taking his spot next to the other man beneath the covers. and as they fall asleep entwined together, they both dream of blue skies, open fields, and of a life they never knew could belong to them
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lopsidedghoul · 5 months ago
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can we have age regresser wade and cg logan??? please??????
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stormyelliotwritez · 5 months ago
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I made a post on my main about wade having apd and @rainy-thunderstorm asked me to write a deadclaws one-shot about it so i did yay
My Little Pony was on and it was Wade’s favourite episode so he was sitting on the couch, watching contently. Logan had been doing stuff in their room and he didn’t wanna bother him so he just cleaned his guns while watching Twilight talking to Celestia.
A while later, Logan walked out and sat down in the kitchen with a beer.
“Bub, what do you want for dinner?”
Wade waved his hand dismissively. He’d heard something else.
Logan shook his head with a chuckle and got out a frozen lasagna and some leftover salad. He turned on some music and started getting it ready.
Sometime later, the episode finished and Wade put his guns away and skipped into the kitchen. He looked in the oven and pouted.
“I don’t wanna eat lasagna,” he mumbled.
Of course, Logan heard him over the music and frowned. “Well you didn’t tell me what you wanted, bub,” he said with a raised eyebrow as he leaned against the kitchen bench.
Wade kept staring at the oven as if he didn’t hear Logan at all. He just stood there and pouted at the lasagne that he didn’t wanna eat.
Logan pushed himself off the bench and tapped Wade on the shoulder. He then crossed his arms, assuming the mum stance. “You didn’t tell me what ya wanted, bub.”
Wade heard him that time. His ears were funny like that. Wait, wait, what? He was sure he hadn’t asked. Had he asked? He turned around and stared at Logan, his eyes narrowed. “You didn’t ask me.”
That was when Logan’s teacher side of his brain turned on just like in the diner when he asked if he’d been tested for ADHD. He turned the music off and stuck his tongue out slightly as he did when he was thinking really hard.
If they weren’t having a stare-off, Wade would be climbing him like a tree.
“Wade, what did I say?” He asked firmly but also calmly in his weird way.
Wade stared at him for a moment before tugging at his hoodie strings. Had he heard Logan wrong? Was he in trouble?
“You want any liqueur?” He said sheepishly, feeling stupid.
Oh, shit was all Logan was thinking. Had Wade been hit in the head again? But that should have healed already. Had this always been a problem? He couldn’t hear when… Logan looked over at the TV which had been playing My Little Pony and a piece clicked together. He glanced at the small speaker that been playing music and another clicked.
“When there’s other sounds, I sound jumbled, don’t I? And your brain fills the gaps in wrong.”
Wade kept staring at him, before Yellow chucked a memory of Nessa getting mad at him for thinking she said cake instead of date so he’d bought a crappy cake from the baker down the street. He’d been sitting at home in his pjs when she called saying that he’d forgotten her and she’d been waiting for an hour.
He nodded slowly.
Logan nodded in response and then hesitantly grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. You’d think he was a psychic from how he always knew what Wade was thinking.
“I’m not mad, bub. We just gotta figure this out together,” he said reassuringly as he rubbed Wade’s back.
Wade sniffed and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. Dating an older guy who knew shit and really cared about him was way better than he thought it would be.
They ended up getting Chinese takeout and putting the lasagna in the fridge for the next day.
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adsdragonlover · 2 years ago
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Work Song
A Spideypool Songfic Drabble,
Thank god for Hozier
Peter trembles as he finally finishes speaking. It still hurts to talk about all those he’s lost. Ben, Harry, Gwen. So many of his loved ones laid in the cold, dark earth.
He can’t look at Wade, too ashamed.
“It’s not your fault,” Wade says, and Peter flinches.
“Yes it is,” Peter whispers. “It’s- all my fault. I’m the reason they’re in the ground.” He clenches his fists in the spandex of his suit, not caring how it’ll warp the fabric.
“I could’ve stopped the man who killed Ben. But I didn’t. And then he died. And I- I should’ve been able to help Harry. I should’ve- I could’ve tried harder.” He hastily wipes at the tears that are beginning to fall. “And Gwen,” his voice cracks. “I didn’t catch her.”
“She’s dead. They’re all dead. And I- I’ll never forgive myself.”
Wade reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. “I don’t really know what to say,” he admits. “But I don’t blame you.”
Peter sighs and squeezes Wade’s hand. “If it makes you feel better, you can’t kill me. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll always come back to you.”
Peter smiles, pulling Wade into a hug. “Thanks.”
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icarusredwings · 4 months ago
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Thinking about Wade's Adhd and rejection sensitivity. Getting upset about inconveniences he can't control even when not mentally small, just becoming irationally overly upset over things that don't really affect much.
How he's been talking about a certain sandwitch all day long. Since noon, throughout the entire mission, and now he's yapping about it again on the 6 block walk to said sandwitch joint ran by a small immigrant family.
He keeps talking about how great it is. Logan didn't have this place in his timeline, so Wade is ampled excited to show him. Logan jokes with him how he sounds more excited to eat this sub then he is to suck dick.
Wade, with the most serious face, goes, "I can get dick anytime. They're only open 4 days a week and only from 1 to 5."
Logan notes this in the back of his mind for the future.
Just as they get there, Wade is telling Logan that they used to be open 10-5 but their daughter went to college, so now they are on their own. How these people have been so kind to him and told him that they started this shop for their daughter specifically. To give her a good life, they've been working hard to send her to college since day one.
As they roll up to the door, Wade's face drops. All of the glee and joy from his body evaporates and immediately he's just staring at the sign.
"Sorry, we're closed. Come back -" and then a small plastic clock that shown when they opened again tomorrow at 1 pm.
They're too late.
"Oh... well, that sucks." Logan mutters, hands in his pockets as he watches Wade look so utterly disappointed that even he begins to feel bad for him.
He puts a hand on his shoulder. "We can always come again tomorrow."
"B-but I...i wanted.." He starts to tear up, quickly moving to wipe his eyes, sniffling and shaking his head. "It's fine... okay.. tomarrow." He whispers, not only feeling pathetic for being so upset over a sandwitch store being closed, but now they had to walk all the way back home.
"...are you okay?"
"Yeah.. it's fine.." But it's clearly not fine. He fully understands that they were late, and thats why they were closed. He's not angry at them. He's not angry at logan either. Not even himself, really. He must have miscalculated the time. A pure mistake.
But on the way home, it's very obvious that this is a big deal. He's quiet. Staring at the ground as he walks, biting his nails, wiping a tear once inawhile.
It makes Logan frown, uncomfortable with the silence, knowing his mind was no where near silent at the moment. He knew it was turmoil in there, a loud and pouting mess.
"....do you want to get something else?"
"...no..." He whispers.
Logan observes his body language, watching how his eyes kept flickering and filling with a tear every now and again. How distant he becomes and almost... hugs himself... at one point. He knows that this is a much different response from when small him throws a tantrum or sulks. He looks as if he genuienly didn't want to be upset but just... is. As if he couldn't stop his overwhelming emotions from flooding his mind.
He takes his hand. "...is it because you wanted to show me?"
"No.. I mean.. kinda? But I just... I really wanted it."
"We can get it tomarrow?"
"I know. I can't... its hard to explain."
Logan gives his hand a squeeze, talking quietly.
"... is it a safe food?"
Wade nods, wiping another tear on his sleeve. It was one of the few things he could eat without puking. But that still wasn't why he was upset.
"Do you want me to make you a sub?"
He shakes his head. "It won't be the same."
"Im sure I can make it the sa-"
"No.. I mean... yes?? Im sorry, Peanut. It's... It's an experience thing.. I've had it in my head all day to go and get a sub from them. And now I can't check it off until tomorrow."
Oooh.. that makes sense. He had a checklist in his head. Something he needed to finish before he could go to bed. And now that this wasn't finished? He would have a hard time moving forward.
When they arrive home, Wade goes to hide in the corner of their bedroom, quiet and trying to think of something else he could do to distract his mean brain from yelling at him.
'What are you doing? You were supposed to go to the shop! Stop being lazy and just go! Come on! We've been waiting all day for this! ... Logan said he would eat a sub with us...But we were so good today...' They said.
"I know.." he muttered, putting on his headphones, hoping to drown them out.
It doesn't work. Now hes just laying in bed, rotting and staring at the ceiling while tears travel down the sides of his face. He's breathing a bit shakily.
'Why are we crying? Its just a sandwitch. It has nothing to do with the sandwich dipshit!! Are we bad..? Did we misbehave? Is that why Logan dosn't want to eat with us? Hey! Hello?? Were kind of starving here. Haven't even had anything today since breakfast. Im not hungry anymore. You're really pathetic you know that? Almost 50 years old crying over a fucking sandwitch.'
They were so loud that even with the volume up so high, he didn't hear Logan come in.
"Wade?" He waves a hand in front of him, watching as he jumps, looking up with such puffy red eyes.
"W-what?"
He puts down a plate. It's a sub.
Looking at it, he glances between him and the food multiple times, watching as Logan takes it, taking a bite and sitting next to him.
He doesn't say a word.
Now, Wade is crying for a different reason, his eyes softening as he smiles, gently leaning into him. "... Can I have a bite?"
"Of my dick or my sub?" He asks, glancing to him with a teasing look painted on his raised brow.
Wade giggles, nuzzling into his shoulder as he takes a big breath, sighing. Glancing at the door, he mutters. "Do you see this shit? And you all call me the nasty one."
Logan only smirks, a bit too proudly. "Says the guy who once-"
"Woah woah woah peanut! That's enough. This episode is rated pg. Sorry about that. God, such a potty mouth." He snickers, sitting up as Logan lets him take a bite from the end of the sub, Lady and the Tramp style.
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enbyfvcker · 18 days ago
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Okay, so... I'm thinking about Comic accurate height!Logan and Wade.
Wade's affectionate behavior rubs off on Logan, and he lets himself be more vulnerable around the merc when he feels touched starved and needy.
He can't reach Wade's lips to initiate a kiss, so he rubs his bearded chin against Wade, demanding attention, frowning with a hint of a flush on his cheeks.
"What do you want, puppy?" Wade's voice comes out cocky and it pisses Logan off.
"Kiss." He mumbles, expecting Wade to lean down.
"What? Speak up, peanut, can't hear ya." He teases, and Logan almost snarls.
"Kiss. Me." He grunts again, a menacing look in his eyes along with the desperate lust.
"Mmm... Why don't you do it? Come on, kitten, kiss me." Wade teases with a smirk, tapping his lips.
"I'm gonna stab you."
"Go on, you can do it. Kiss me."
Logan groans with frustration and stands on his tip toes, hands fisting in Wade's shirt for support. He presses their lips together with his eyes shut tight, but Wade has his open the whole time, amused by how adorable Logan looks focused on not losing balance. Wade lets him struggle for a bit, but he quickly feels mean. Taking pitty, he wraps his hands around the mutant's waist, hoisting him up and placing him on the kitchen counter with ease.
"Sorry, sweetcheeks. Can't help it. You're too damn cute." He teases again, settling between Logan's legs and peppering his neck with kisses, hands on his thighs, hearing a pleased rumble.
"Call me that again, and I'll cut your head off."
"Well, at least that way you'll be able to kiss me properly." Wade jokes, and he hears the metallic sound of Logan pulling out his claws.
"Alright, alright. Calm down, kitty. I'm just messing with you." He grins, placing a soft warm kiss on Logan's lips, whose claws slowly settle back into his skin as he melts into the merc's lips.
"You're all bark, aren't ya, pup? You're not menacing at all. Look at ya... So small. I could carry you around like a ragdoll. My tiny kitty- Ouch!" Wade whines in pain at the three claws that suddenly dig his chest. "Okay, I take it back." He moans, chuckling a bit to himself and hissing at the pain it causes.
"Fucking better." Logan grunts and with his claws still buried in the merc, he uses them as leverage to bring him closer for another kiss.
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Definitely thinking about exploring more of this concept.
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shy-canadian-snowflake · 30 days ago
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Watch Dog Logan:
“Lo” He whispered. “Lo-Lo.”
“Hm?” Came the sleepy grunt of the other man, as he tried to blink back the sleep that was fighting to take him over. “Wade?”
“Is there someone here?” He asked, shifting closer to Logan. They both were trying to sleep on the rickety old pull out couch. “Because I think there is someone here.”
“Huh?” He ran a hand down his face, before shaking out his head, trying to wake up fully. “Someone’s here?”
“There is?” Wade sat up quickly grabbing baby knife that was tucked under his pillow. Logan groaned out sitting up fully. 
“No Wade, wait a fucking second.” He huffed before sniffing the air. Wade was half out of the bed at that, tense and looking around. The seconds ticked on as Logan sniffed. 
“Well? What is it girl? Do we have an intruder or not?” Logan ignored the merc’s comment and got up with a grunt. 
“I’ll double check, let me piss first.” He yawned and scratched at his lower stomach as he stumbled to the bathroom. He was almost asleep damn it. But, he was also a little glad he wasn’t asleep quite yet. Once he was asleep, he was dead to the world. And Wade would be awake and alone.
Logan finished his business in the bathroom, then checked in on Al who was sleeping soundly in her own bedroom. He came back into the living room, eyeing Wade who was in his boxers still holding his knife and looking around wildly.
“Bathroom and Al’s room is all clear.” He said, walking around the couch. He purposely sniffed loudly so the merc could hear him. All he could smell was stale food and spilled beer in the kitchen. 
“Kitchen cleared?” Wade asked, slowly turning trying to follow Logan around the room. He made his way to the front door and sniffed around it too. Old boots and the smell of gunpowder from where Wade’s guns were hanging on the wall. 
“And the front door. All I’m smelling is Al’s old lady soap, the pizza from earlier and your dirty socks. No intruder.” He made his way back to the couch and flopped down, ready to get some sleep.
“...Are you sure?” 
“Bub, I’m positive. Nothing smells off.” Wade made his own way back to the couch, slowly sitting down, still brandishing the knife. 
“Does it sound weird?” Logan closed his eyes for a second before sitting up and tilting his head. He could hear Al’s breathing in her bedroom. He could hear the dripping coming from the tap in the bathroom- something he kept fighting with trying to fix-. He could hear the dog trying to find some scraps in the kitchen.
“All I’m hearing is Al, a tap and the dog. Nothing weird. Do you want to try to sleep?”
“Not yet, there’s something wrong, Peanut.” Wade’s heart was beating hard in his chest, Logan could clearly hear it from his side of the couch. “I know it.”
“I’ll do another survey. Wanna come with me?” He asked getting up from the couch once more with a stretch. Wade was up with him in a second. 
They made their way to the bathroom first, Logan walking normally while Wade kept close to the walls, looking this way and that. Logan didn’t comment, knowing the other was more lost in his own head than reality.
“I’m going to turn on the light.” He said as they got to the bathroom door. It took a second for the light to come on, blinding Logan for a moment. Once he blinked away the light spots he looked around the room once more, sniffing as he went. Wade joined him, cramping himself into the too small bathroom with Logan. He pushed back the curtain of their shower, still holding out his knife.
“All clear.” Wade said, giving the room a once over. Logan grunted, leaving the bathroom and flicking off the light as he went. Wade was hot on his trial as they made their way to Al’s room. Once they were at her door, Logan opened it and flicked on the light. 
Al slept through as Wade did a quick look around, checking behind curtains and in her closet. He gave Logan a thumbs up, so Logan turned off the light and quietly closed the door. 
“Living room next.” Wade said and Logan led the way. He sniffed around again once they got there as Wade checked the window, and looked behind bookcases. Logan watched as Wade’s eyes darted around the room, not really seeing what was there. 
“All clear Bub. Kitchen is all that’s left.” Logan tried to pull Wade from checking behind the TV stand, a place that not even Mary Puppins could get behind. It took an extra moment of checking before Wade allowed himself to be guided into the kitchen. Logan sniffed around the room again as Wade opened the pantry, then looked under the table.  “All clear.” Wade swallowed hard. “I want to check on Al one more time.” 
“Yeah? Okay Bub. Okay” Logan wrapped an arm around Wade’s shoulder, the heavy weight settled around him like a scarf. They made their way into Al’s room again. Logan flicked on the light and Wade slipped from under his arm to check the closet. Then behind the curtain. Then under the bed. 
‘All clear.’ Wade mouthed to him. "It smells like old ladies in here”’ Logan rolled his eyes and motioned for Wade to leave the room. 
“I can hear you two.” Wade jumped at the sound as Al sat up. “Rough night?” 
“Somethings wrong but I don’t know what. Feels like someone is hiding in the shadows. Laughing, evilly.” Wade said flopped down on Al’s bed getting a grumpy sound from the old woman. 
“I’m not hearing any evil laughter.” She said reaching out for Wade. Her hand found his and she stroked it softly. “If there was anything wrong going on, Logan and Puppins would be barking at it.”
“I don't bark.” Logan growled out as Wade laughed.  “And what was that sound you made? Sounded like a pissed off pomeranian to me.” She let go of Wade to pat the spot beside her in bed. The Merc wiggled his way up and under the covers. He cuddled into her side, throwing an arm around her. 
“Mm smells like mothballs and old lady foot cream.” He said snuggling. 
“And you smell like death but you don’t hear me complaining.” She grumbled settling in. “Close the damn door Logan, you are letting in a draft.” He did, walking deeper into the room. Sitting down on Wade’s side of the bed, he rubbed at the back of Wade’s neck. 
“Stop taking over the bed, scoot your ass over.” He pushed on the merc, who cuddled in closer to Al. Logan got in behind Wade and threw his own heavy arm over the other. 
“The light?” Wade questioned as Logan rubbed a cold nose along the nape of the other’s neck. 
“Said the shadows were laughing, right? Can’t fucking laugh if there’s no shadows to have.” That seemed to settle Wade for the moment. And Logan was happy to have that moment.It was going to be a long night, and noone in the apartment was going to get any sleep, but for a moment, just a moment, Wade relaxed.
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It's 2:45ish, sorry for any mistakes. I have to get up in 3 hours. ha. ha. ha. Also, I'm now using the tag Mentally Unwell Wade for all my well... Mentally Unwell Wade posts. :D
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A/N: I need more of these stories. I think I’ve only read one similar and I can’t find the damn thing. I don’t know why but I love the idea of a healthy Logan with a pudgy tummy.
A/N2: I don’t know why I’m writing this but I am. If you want me to write more, you gotta tell me either comment or tell me in a reblog.
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Wade and Logan share the pull out couch since Logan moved in, and Logan is laying on his back with his eyes closed while Wade is on his side looking at the wall. Neon light coming in from outside and Wade notices Logan’s stomach. He’s pudgy. He stares at it and Logan just feels him.
“What, Wade?”
Wade flinches. “What?” He tries to act groggy. “What?”
“Bub, I can hear you breathe. You ain’t been asleep,” he grouses, keeping his eyes closed.
Wade decides to take a leap. “Can I…can we cuddle?”
Logan turns and looks at him. “You ok?”
“Yeah, just, uh…Nevermind.” Wade rolls over to the other side, faced away. He can feel his face flush, embarrassed.
“Hey,” Logan coos and places his warm hand on Wade’s bicep.
Wade doesn’t respond.
“Yeah, kid, we can cuddle. Come ‘ere.” Logan opens his arms and Wade rolls right into them, nonchalantly bringing his hand down to partially cup Logan’s healthy pudgy tummy. He works to hide his smile, breathing in and out heavily, and he works to relax against the Wolverine. He mentally high fives himself for taking such good care of his Wolverine—three healthy meals a day, snacks, cutting down on the alcohol, taking him for walks, spending time and playing with him (AKA fighting and blood shed). Wade is just so happy.
Logan notices Wade’s scent quickly changes to a lighter, sweeter smell that somehow makes Wade’s natural scent more intense but not overwhelming. He has to stifle a purr with a cough.
“Need a glass of water, peanut?” Wade asks, quietly.
“Nah, I’m good. Sleep.” Logan turns into Wade, wrapping both arms around him. Wade sets one hand on Logan’s side, rubbing his thumb firmly but lightly against the side of Logan’s stomach. Logan finds it amusing.
When he wakes with the sun like always, he finds Wade and him are tangled up together, and for the first time, it doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t know why. He goes back to sleep, his nose buried against Wade’s bald head with Wade’s head on Logan’s shoulder.
This occurs again and again over the next few weeks where Wade just asks every couple of days to cuddle and when Logan who agrees, Wade just smells wonderful—just his happy self (not that Wade knows this; Logan doesn’t want to embarrass him).
One evening an hour or two after dinner, Logan is slouched on the couch as he watches The Golden Girls. Wade decides to try his chances and lays on the couch, putting his head on Logan’s stomach. Logan tenses, looking down at Wade who just looks at the tv. It is a long moment before Wade decides to break the tension. He turns slightly, looking at Logan. “This okay?”
Logan silently nods and rests his hand on Wade’s bicep while he drinks his beer and keeps watching the tv show.
Logan moving in with Wade and gaining weight because not only is he eating three square meals a day, but he also picked up baking because both Al and Wade have a sweet tooth, and of course the sweets are there, he’s going to eat them too. But now he’s getting kind of chubby. Which isn’t a problem really. He looks healthier than he has in decades. Except…
Wade stopped flirting with him. Straight up just stopped. And yeah Logan’s been ignoring it right along because he knows Wade isn’t actually serious about it, but it was still kind of nice to be wanted. Especially since he came from a reality where he was literally the most hated man alive. And of course now he has actual feelings for Wade, he wants the option to be there.
So he decides to not only start going to the gym but also to stop eating. And of course Wade notices and has to sit him down and ask what’s up, he’s been super healthy lately why is he changing that
And Logan can’t admit why he’s doing it so he deflects. “So going to the gym isn’t healthy?”
“You practically live there now. You’re a certified gym rat. You’re overworked and underfed. THAT isn’t healthy.”
And they go back and forth until Logan finally admits it’s because he gained weight and doesn’t feel attractive anymore. “Hell, you don’t even flirt with me anymore and I’ve seen you hit on inanimate objects before.”
And Wade stares at him for like 10 full seconds before he busts out laughing, like genuinely knee slapping chuckle fest because, “You think I stopped flirting with you because I’m shallow??? You honestly think I look like a burn victims even uglier ball sack and I’m being picky with how someone else looks?”
Logan tries to shrug it off with a “Everyone has preferences.”
“Trust me, Peanut, it isn’t that.”
“So then what is it?”
And now it’s Wade’s turn to be defensive until he realizes their conversation is just going in circles and Logan won’t stop destroying his body until he comes clean. So he has to stare at the wall as he tells Logan that it isn’t that he’s not attracted to Logan’s body anymore, it’s that he’s hyper attracted to it now, that he looks so healthy, so well fed, so inadvertently loved, and that it’s a reminder of all the domesticity of their situation that he’s actually fallen in love and can’t trust himself to casually flirt with Logan anymore because he’s genuinely afraid he’s going to do something and ruin their friendship now.
And they make out sloppy style and confess their love to each other of course
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marveltrumpshate · 7 months ago
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June 2024 MTH fills
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GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS
BUCKY BARNES & KOBIK
Embroidery by Rebecca / @embroid-away - Needlepoint watercolor mixed media embroidery version of the Thunderbolts (2016) No. 7 variant cover featuring 616 Kobik hugging a geared-up Bucky from behind (MTH 2021)
BUCKY BARNES & STEVE ROGERS & TONY STARK & SAM WILSON
swtalmnd / @amysnotdeadyet - "Heating" (AU fic where Bucky, Sam, Steve, and Tony bake cookies) for saganarojanaolt and newtypeshadow (MTH 2022)
PETER PARKER & TONY STARK
E_Greer / @pawpawholler - Custom MCU Tony and Peter shirt for @spagbol99
LOKI & THOR
Laily / @lailyn - "Swan Song" (Loki & Thor The Snow Queen MCU AU fic where Loki is kidnapped by his birth parents and made to forget he was ever anything but a frost giant and their son, but Thor won't let him go) for @kerravonsen
SHIPS
BUCKY BARNES/STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK
swtalmnd / @amysnotdeadyet - "Interface" (Bucky/Steve/Tony AU fic where Steve finally gets to kiss Tony) for @saganarojanaolt and newtypeshadow (MTH 2022) - "Heating" (Bucky/Steve/Tony AU fic where Bucky, Sam, Steve, and Tony bake cookies) for saganarojanaolt and newtypeshadow (MTH 2022)
PETER PARKER/WADE WILSON
@3twindragons - Spiderverse AU art of Peter B. Parker and Wade on a coffee date at a pet cafe for @kalika999
STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK
@3twindragons - Art of vampire Tony looking at a bashful Steve from "A Date With Death," a Steve/Tony True Blood crossover fic for @ashes0909
@geekymoviemom - "High Value Target" (non-powered Steve/Tony Superfamily AU fic where they're tasked by SHIELD and the army to uncover a potential covert operation) for oper1895 and stillcentre
Nixie DeAngel / @nixies-creations - "The Baseball Date" (Steve/Tony baseball AU ficlet where SI owner Tony takes Mets player Steve to a baseball game for a date. Accompanying aesthetic here) for @gottalovev (MTH 2022) - "We Found Happiness In San Francisco" (MCU Steve/Tony ficlet where Tony realizes Steve's feelings after Steve takes him out on dates. Accompanying aesthetic here) for gottalovev (MTH 2022)
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