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Logan and Wade had been living together for a while now.
They had grown a lot since Wade first found Logan slumped over some bar top back in his old universe. They had also come a long way since stabbing each other every chance they got.
Logan hasn’t tried to stab Wade since they moved in together. Unless if you count him accidentally stabbing Wade in the morning after a nightmare. Luckily, sharing a cramped bed with Wade actually helped his nightmares. He didn’t have them as often when Wade was latched to him all night. (That didn’t stop him from reprimanding Wade in the morning for cuddling him, but he only said that to keep his reputation intact, not because he didn’t like it.)
Along with midnight cuddles, their waking dynamic had also changed a bit.
Wade was delighted to find out that morning Logan was actually very affectionate. While Wade would be hunched over the kitchen counter making pancakes for breakfast (wearing a Kiss the Cook apron of course), more than once Logan would come up behind him and snake his arms around his waist.
After he had a sip of coffee, Logan would deny ever doing such a thing.
On the topic of coffee, on the days that Logan woke up first, he would always put enough coffee in the pot for Wade to have some too. He had grown to like Wade as a person. He liked Wade.
They had grown a lot.
Now their days were filled with domestic chatter. Cooking breakfast for the other in the mornings. Making a mess throwing flour at each other when Althea demanded them to make muffins for her ‘bridge club’. Talking over each other at the dinner table. Arguing on who’s to take out Mary Puppins on her walk and then both of them going together. Occasionally going on merc work or helping out the X-Men in this world on tough missions, once again being the ‘dream team’ (as described by Wade) of Deadpool and Wolverine (he had insisted his name come first because of ‘alphabetical order’).
It shouldn’t’ve been a surprise to Logan when all he had to do was look at Wade for his day to be better. It shouldn’t’ve been a surprise to Logan when Wade smiled at him sleepily in the mornings and it made his heart leap. It shouldn’t’ve been a surprise to Logan when he found himself missing Wade’s company when he so much as went out on a solo mission for a few hours. It shouldn’t’ve been a surprise to Logan when he realised he had fallen in love with Wade Wilson. Yet the realisation managed to sneak up on him, lurking in the shadows for so long before leaping out and wrapping its hands around Logan’s neck in a sudden choke.
Ah, shit.
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Wade had thought Logan was hot since the day he met him in a bar. Of course he made jokes about it. He was known for his jokes. He was the merc with a mouth. But soon they turned real. He no longer joked about wanting to kiss Logan, because it wasn’t a joke anymore.
Whenever Logan smiled at him all Wade wanted to do was run to him and kiss him. Whenever he looked up at Logan, sleepy in the mornings, he just wanted to surge forward and kiss him. Whenever he walked through the door after being away on a solo mission for a few hours he just wanted to fall into Logan’s arms and kiss him. He wasn’t sure when he started feeling this way. It was like the realisation had just creeped up on him. Like someone behind a corner, jumping out and spooking him when he came close, making him gasp in shock. He was in love with Logan Howlett and that surprised him. It shouldn’t’ve, but it did.
Wade was in love with the one man who would never love him back- hell he wouldn’t even LIKE him back. He probably didn’t even like guys. So, Wade did what any rational person would do and stuff his feelings down to the heart of his bottom. That way they couldn’t get in the way of his day or missions or anything like that. What feelings? Wade didn’t have anything of the sort, no sirree! He liked his roommate a normal, friendly, platonic, hetero amount (although those words may be subject to change if he hears Like a Prayer paired with Logan’s eight-pack again (eight!)).
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Wade woke up like usual, arms around Logan’s torso, legs around Logan’s hips. What wasn’t usual is the fact that Wade got out of bed almost as soon as he woke up instead of snuggling in more until Logan woke up or Blind Al complained for breakfast.
Today he just untangled himself and stood up, pulling himself to his feet and immediately heading to the kitchen. He made himself a coffee (and one for Logan too, he was emotionally repressed, not a monster) and had a sort of self reflection moment. Okay, he was desperately in love with his roommate yet couldn’t stand being close to him because of the way his heart beat wildly and he could barely think.
Speak (think?) of the devil and he shall appear.
Logan stumbled out to the kitchen (without a shirt on!).
“Morning, bub.” He said groggily, joining Wade at the countertop.
“‘Sup, Peanut.” Wade replied with a nonchalance he hoped was convincing enough for Logan to think that Wade wasn’t desperately and irrevocably in love with him.
“What should I make for breakfast today?” Wade continued, running his mouth to avoid feelings as he did best. “We’ve got stuff for either toast or cereal. I think Mary Puppins ate all the pancake mix but I just can’t prove it.”
Logan laid his head on Wade’s shoulder. “God, I’m going to kill both you and that dog if she keeps eating all our food.”
Wade moved to the fridge which caused Logan’s head to loll off his shoulder. His heart broke at Logan’s confused look. (Hopefully if his heart broke enough he would no longer be in love with Logan).
“I’m gonna have cereal, want some?” Wade asked, flinging the fridge doors open and rummaging around for the milk.
“Sure, bub.” Logan walked over to the pantry. “We got Weetabix, Cornflakes-“
“Ew, no you’re looking at the healthy stuff.” Wade pushed Logan away from the pantry so he could look.
“Aha!” Wade exclaimed, pulling out a ridiculously sugary cereal.
“Chips Ahoy?”
“Do you just hate all things sweet?”
Logan tsked. “Well, somehow, I don’t hate you.”
Both of them looked away.
Wade was fucked.
“Logan, can we-“
“Wade, I think we-“
They both paused.
“You can go first.” Wade said, motioning for Logan to continue.
“No, no it’s fine. It’s not that important, you go.”
“Oh- I was just saying I think we… have to get some more dog food.”
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As soon as breakfast was finished Logan locked himself in the bathroom. He was so close to telling Wade and then chickened out at the last minute.
He stared at himself in the mirror and splashed water on his face. Okay, he could do this. He was going to do it. Tell Wade he was in love with him so that at least if he didn’t feel the same he wouldn’t waste away pining.
But there was never a right time. Whenever there was a moment of quiet between the two, either Althea would come grumbling through or Mary Puppins would pee on the floor. Or sometimes Logan would just look at Wade sitting there so beautiful, and immediately shut down the thought of ever telling him because he couldn’t bear to be rejected by someone as perfect as Wade.
Hopefully he’d do it tomorrow.
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It ended up being a nightmare that brought them together.
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Wade woke up to claws in his chest. Logan was having a nightmare. They weren’t as bad or frequent as they were before, but they still happened. He hadn’t brought out his claws in a while though. Logan was still asleep, tears in his eyes as he groaned and thrashed.
“Logan.” Wade called gently, knowing that shouting would only make it worse.
“Logan.” He said again when the man didn’t stir.
Logan jerked awake, chest heaving. His eyes darted around wildly before settling on Wade’s face and then the claws in his chest. He immediately retracted them, and the wounds began stitching themselves back together.
“Shit.” Logan said, still breathing heavily.
“Shit.” He said again. “Are you okay?”
Wade nodded but Logan didn’t seem to comprehend it, reaching out to touch Wade’s shirt where there were holes.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled
Wade pushed his hand away so he could wrap his arms around Logan. Feelings be damned. He wouldn’t let those pesky things get in the way of comforting Logan.
“Hey, it’s okay, Peanut. You can’t hurt me. Even if you did it’d be okay, I know it’s not your fault.”
Logan dropped his head, nuzzling into Wade’s neck. His shoulders were shaking.
“It’s not your fault, Logan.”
Logan nodded into his neck.
“Logan?”
He pulled back a bit to face Wade, who moved one of his arms to gently cradle Logan’s face.
“It’s not your fault.”
Wade wasn’t just talking about his claws. While he didn’t know exactly what goes on in Logan’s nightmares, the way Logan reacted to the words - his shoulders relaxing, leaning into Wade more - told him he guessed correctly.
“I’ve got you, snookums.”
Logan ducked his head back into Wade’s neck and pulled his arms tighter around Wade.
“You’re safe with me, sweetheart. Honey-buns. Angel pie, sugartits, Logie bear-“
He could’ve prattled off more names, but he was interrupted as Logan burst out laughing. He pulled back to breathe properly. There were still tears in the corner of his eyes, but instead of sorrow on Logan’s face, there was amusement.
“Logie bear?” He asked incredulously, still snickering.
Wade nodded proudly. “Like Yogi Bear!”
“God, you’re the worst.” The smile on his face betrayed him.
“Love you, too, Logie bear.” Wade said, holding Logan’s head to his chest.
Logan pulled back, which Wade was about to take offence to, but then Logan kissed him (on the lips!).
He pulled back almost as soon as soon as he kissed him (on the lips!).
“Wait- shit sorry, I should’ve ask-“
Wade cut him off as he kissed him (on the lips!).
Logan seemed a bit surprise, but relaxed into it. It was over quickly though.
“Logan, I am extremely in love with you.” Wade said seriously.
Logan blinked. “I love you, too, bub.”