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When Logan accepted the offer to stay with Wade, he probably wasn’t expecting whatever the hell this was. Maybe he’d expected the mess, the disorganisation of everything, the chaos, but not that Wade had a stupidly expensive gaming setup in this already stupidly small apartment. Wade had completely failed to notify Logan of his little side hustle— why would he need to anyway? It’s not like Logan would care much for his streaming career. He wouldn’t be shocked if he were that special flavour of old man who thought technology was the devil incarnate, or that it gave your children autism or some secret disease Facebook moms make up, but he was instead surprisingly intrigued by the set up.
“The fuck’s that?” Wade remembered hearing Logan state when he initially brought him home, his precious gaming setup glowing all kinds of neon colours there in the corner.
“Why, that’s just my man cave! My super special ADHD medication! Ya like it, peanut?” Wade had exclaimed, showing off the setup proudly to his future roommate, a big grin flashing across his face.
Logan had simply stared at the brightly coloured hellscape, before Althea showed up and saved Wade from the building awkwardness at the sudden discovery. He hadn’t talked much about the setup after that, though Logan would make the occasional comment about the “stupid circus show” in the corner of the living room. Wade decided to at least unplug the neon lights, granting Logan’s eyes some mercy from the flashing light hell that was sitting idle and collecting dust. Yes, collecting dust, because he hadn’t streamed, not since Logan had surprisingly chosen to stick around.
He hadn’t expected Logan to stop when he initially called for him, so for him to fully move in with him and Althea? Holy shit did that send his thoughts spiralling. It stunned him to the point that he had almost forgotten about his streaming career. Almost. It was only recently that he’d started to pick up those cute little cat headphones (Hello Kitty-themed if you need to know…), though he opted to do his streamer thing when Logan wasn’t around.
It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by this side gig of his (believe him, he has done way more embarrassing things than this). It was mostly because he wasn’t sure how Logan would react to the whole thing. He’d already acted weirdly upon first spotting the setup, even if the response wasn’t exactly negative. He had no real clue what Logan would say if he saw him actually streaming. Hell, did Logan even know what streaming was? Maybe that was a little ageist of him to think (hey, it’s not like he’s been alive for 200+ years!), but Logan was what Wade would call “a grouchy old man who was so stuck in his ways it was practically a felony”. Damn was that a mouthful, but it was the truth!
It meant these “secret streams” of his had become the norm, Wade checking relentlessly to ensure Logan wasn’t around before he got back to entertaining his restless chat. They were just as needy for his beautiful personality as the dear reader is! Did this only feed into his ever-expanding ego? Yeah, duh! Who wouldn’t gain a massive ego boost if chat member “IL0V3D3ADP00L_69” gave them three hundred dollars of cold hard cash? It helped pay the rent he was still five days behind on (he wouldn’t leave much though, he didn’t want to get on Al’s bad side again ), but also to buy some “luxuries”.
Said “luxuries” currently were that of Logan’s expensive as hell vodka (Wade was honestly considering an intervention at this rate to save his wallet), and Wade’s ever-growing cornucopia of items and nicknacks. Hey, he was only human, or mostly human, at least! Who wouldn’t want to spend their hard-earned cash on a vintage My Melody and Kuromi light up plushie set from 2007? Oh… just him? Well, whatever, he enjoyed the extra money nonetheless. Anyway, enough rambling. Plot time.
Wade managed to keep this up for a good week or so, it getting all the more easier to hide his little streamer career once Logan had miraculously found himself a job to busy himself (Wade may or may not have asked for a little favour from the TVA to make that happen), doing his usual thing entertaining his fans whenever he wasn’t out doing missionary work (he was Marvel Jesus— that practically made everything he did “The Holy Work of God”). Yes, Wade was still doing missionary work. Yes, it totally messed with his streaming schedules sometimes, but did he care? Okay, maybe he cared a little, but that was only because streaming hit indie game Webfishing (not sponsored) for ten consecutive hours was much more fun than actually going outside and getting shit done. Who would’ve thought! That was besides the point. The point was that Wade’s life was going fairly smoothly. As smooth as it could have (which was very smooth by the way). That was, until one teeny, tiny hiccup.
It was one of those days where mercenary work (definitely not the holy kind this time) really wasn’t hitting as hard as it should have. Now Wade was definitely getting hit (specifically with a baseball bat right to his shins), but it just wasn’t scratching that neurospicy itch in the back of his brain like he hoped it would. He came back from that mission deeply unsatisfied (how does one even make cutting off heads and limbs unsatisfying?!), dumping his mask unceremoniously to the side as he walked through the door.
He knew it was late when he came back to a practically empty apartment (well it wasn’t empty per se, but quiet as fuck was pretty much the same as empty to Wade, so ), checking the nearest clock he could find to try and figure out exactly how late it was. It was only upon seeing it was 10PM. that a horrific realisation washed over Wade, a realisation that was potentially the reason he was feeling less content with his current day routine. He had a stream due about three hours ago! His poor fans must have been starving without Mama Wade to feed their little parasocial relationships (he was also very much starving for the money lining their wallets and/or purses)!
He was practically zooming to his desk before the thought had fully formed in his (badly beaten) brain, freezing when he heard a grunt behind him. He honestly hadn’t realised Logan was even there (again, the apartment was quiet as fuck, can’t really blame him), but God was he glad he had. There he was, all cute and curled up on the pullout couch (the one he was totally sharing with Logan and totally not because Logan made him sleep on the floor one time and felt bad about it, definitely not ), face half-buried in one of the pillows and snoring softly.
The sight was heavenly and, honestly, could you blame Wade if he snapped a pic or ninety? Though Logan being there definitely complicated things, especially with how damn good that man’s hearing was (he'd literally insulted him from across the room at one point for a joke he made under his breath ). There was no way he was booting up a stream without waking the poor guy up, but Wade wasn’t exactly a man with good ideas (at least not all the time, okay? Gotta share those brain cells at some point).
Instead of doing what many would call “the sensible option”, Wade instead decided on “fuck it, lets run this shit”. He was going to scratch this streaming itch if it was the last thing he did. Even if he had to do a silent stream, he had to get online and he had to do it now. Immediately, he was flipping on those colourful neon lights, grabbing those Hello Kitty-themed headphones of his and booting up whatever game he currently felt would satiate that need for sensory input. He wasn’t thinking of that adorable hunk of a man sleeping behind him, pulling up his streaming program in record time, already watching as the comments began to flood in from his less than normal, but lovable, fanbase.
Now Wade loved his fanbase, don’t get him wrong, but damn were they a bunch of freaks (not like he could judge them— he was a bit of a freak himself)! But sometimes the comments they sent his way were weird , maybe not on the level of “creepily obsessed”, but he didn’t think his chat asking about his “katana” was exactly normal. To be fair, though, he did encourage them (again, a bit of a freak, a freak connoisseur, even). Encouraging them was not only entertaining to him, but he also made shit-tons of money for answering their dumb questions. It was a win-win! Anyway, back to what was actually important (the author is getting just as sidetracked as Wade here!).
Wade booted up his stream (for realsies this time), grabbing his mask from where he'd dumped it on the floor before turning his camera on (don’t worry dear reader, they couldn’t see Wolvie. Wade wasn’t going to share his sleepy Wolverine with anyone ). He wasn’t always a fan of the camera for obvious reasons. He very much doubted people wanted to see his ugly mug (though the reader may very well disagree), but he did sometimes try to stream mask off. Wade called it “exposure therapy”, which… maybe it was, but tonight wasn’t the night for that. He didn’t care how bloody the mask or his suit was (though he did at least grab his unicorn dressing gown to cover his battered suit), he was doing this and he was doing it his way.
The stream was great so far. The Big Bad Wolverine behind him didn’t seem to stir (not much at least) and his fans were satisfied. Nothing could go wrong, right? Well… maybe if he weren’t Wade “will find a way to fuck it up” Wilson. He had one job: keep his mouth shut, but of course he couldn’t do that. The comments he was getting were too tempting, donations flooding in, asking him to answer an array of different questions (he couldn’t blame them. He loved to yap). His mic soon found itself turned on, Wade keeping his voice as low as he could manage as he answered the many donation messages he received, not like speaking quieter would help against a guy like Logan.
“Thank you, Poolboy_27, for the twenty dollars,” Wade would murmur as quietly as he could, glancing behind him to ensure Logan was still sleeping.
He’d stir slightly on occasion, let out one of those cute grumbles under his breath ( God did Wade wish he had those recorded), but he seemed to stay asleep. Maybe that’s what encouraged Wade to get more ballsy, why his whispers under his breath started to get slightly louder. It was his mistake for thinking Logan, Logan of all people, wouldn't hear him. Wade didn’t notice anything at first. He was just playing his game in peace, answering dono messages whenever they showed up. He only noticed something different upon feeling a new presence loom behind him, soon aware of what it was when his gaming chair was forcibly spun around to face a very sleepy (and sexy) Wolverine. Wade was stunned for a moment, looking up at his roommate (also maybe checking him out) with combined guilt and surprise.
“Ah! Uh– heya, Wolvie!” Wade spoke awkwardly. “Sorry. Uh. Did I wake you?”
Logan’s eyes were half-lidded, the man clearly tired just from looking at him, and letting out a deep grumble as he glanced over at the screens of Wade’s computer.
“The fuck y’doing…” Logan even sounded tired, dear Lord.
“Well– I– I was just streaming, still streaming actually. Say hi to the chat, Wolvie!” Wade soon snapped back to his chirpy self, glancing to his monitors, even waving at his audience (or at the camera, at least). The chat was very noticeably filled with comments about Logan’s sudden appearance, him just about within range for the camera to pick him up.
“Wade… it’s like–” Logan paused, eyes searching for a clock to confirm the hour before he continued, “One in the morning… the fuck you doing up this late..?”
“My loyal fans need me, Wolvie!” Wade exclaimed, hands waving enthusiastically towards his monitors. “I can’t just blue ball them! I promised I’d stream tonight!”
Logan just let out a grunt (one that certainly didn’t sound impressed), those squinted eyes of his attempting to read the several hundred messages now flooding in at his appearance. Wade had seen the chat (he also very much agreed with the simping happening there—he was also a certified Wolverine simp). It began to worry him that Logan would have the negative reaction he’d been dreading this whole time. He’d been hiding this all for a reason—he wasn’t sure if he could emotionally handle Logan bashing his poor hobby. He had to shut down the topic, and fast.
“Aaaanyways!” Wade drawled out in a sing-song manner, turning his chair back around to face his desk. “I need to get back to entertaining the masses! You go lay down and look pretty, Honey Badger, I’ll just—”
Wade barely even finished talking before his “Honey Badger” was suddenly sitting on his lap, desk chair letting out a squeak of agony at the shift in weight. This chair was definitely not built for a big, burly Wolverine to sit in it.
“Uhhh… Logan?” Wade wasn’t sure how long it’d been since he’d used Logan’s actual name; it was usually a silly nickname he made up, not just Logan .
Logan didn’t answer him for a moment, instead using his current position to latch onto Wade tightly, something Wade could almost swear was a hug from the all high and mighty Wolverine.
“Logan?” Wade repeated himself, arms hovering above Logan’s body, hesitant to touch him.
“I'll wait with ya…” Logan murmured against Wade's neck, face buried in the soft texture of the unicorn dressing gown.
Wade could've sworn he even saw Logan nuzzle into the material. He honestly considered the fact he might be hallucinating, because this very much resembled a very hot Wolverine themed dream he had and not something the actual Logan would do. Yet, here he was, 600lbs (or however fucking heavy this adamantium boned man was) of Wolverine right there, all snuggled up and cozy in his lap.
This was further confirmed to not be some insane wet dream upon Wade looking towards his monitors once more, chat messages making it very clear this was reality. Comments varied from “HOLY SHIT!!” to “this is so cute” and even reached the degenerate level of “this is super hot omg…”, his audience going absolutely rabid over the mere sight of them together. Damn, maybe he should get Logan on stream more often.
“You know–” Wade finally spoke up, ending the silence that very much couldn't remain as long as Wade lived. “You have a very comfortable, very not filled with bones, bed right behind you. As much as I love having you sit here with me, I don't think–”
Logan let out a growl, effectively cutting Wade off before he yapped on any further, gripping onto Wade more firmly as he did. It's not like Wade could exactly move anyway, not without throwing Logan onto the floor (but why would he do that to his poor sleepy Wolvie?!). He supposed if Logan wanted to be stubborn about it, he'd simply make the most of the situation. Why question it, when this was exactly what he wanted? Well… maybe he'd question the sudden clinginess later, but for now he was just going to let it happen.
“Alright chat!” Wade spun himself and Logan back towards his computer, the chair letting out another horrified squeak from the movement. “Be nice to Wolvie, okay? He's a very eepy boy, so behave yourselves!”
He didn’t expect the chat to actually do as he asked. Hell, he probably wouldn’t listen to an instruction like that either, but they surprisingly did. Well not all of them— obviously there were still freaks, but hey! Most is better than none! Wade continued to stream through the night, answering questions from his chat as he normally would, though now they were very much questions about Logan and himself. Questions about their relationship, about Logan himself, even one rather nefarious comment asking them to make an OnlyFans (Wade was kinda considering it if it meant he got paid to cuddle his sleepy Honey Badger).
Logan would let out the occasional grumble whenever he moved or spoke to his audience, but other than that, he didn’t stir. Wade thought he’d perhaps get tired of this after a while, maybe finally realise what he was doing and go back to being the grouchy old man he knew and loved, but he stayed put.
Wade would’ve streamed for longer if he weren’t so distracted by his current predicament. It’s not like this was a normal situation for them to end up in. Usually, he’d have three very pointy and sharp claws puncturing his vitals for even attempting to get close to Logan, making this all the more shocking to Wade.
He streamed for at least a few minutes more before he finally had enough, the need to entertain his audience now replaced with the need to settle down for the night with the still-drowsy Logan. Bidding his audience farewell he picked Logan up, who gripped him even tighter, and brought him over to the pullout couch again. This clingy behaviour continued, even as Wade lowered him onto the mattress, forced to pry Logan’s hands from off his clothes.
“Don’t worry, Peanut… I’ll be with you soon,” Wade reassured, noticing the way Logan’s eyes watched him the entire time. He was barely awake, not even talking anymore, just letting out tired grunts and grumbles at Wade.
Wade took it as a sign to hurry up, undressing from his still bloodied suit and that unicorn dressing gown (that probably also needed a good wash), grabbing whatever was laying about to change into for the night. He practically dived onto the pullout couch, growing pleased when Logan very quickly pressed against his side again. Wade still had no idea what was causing Logan to be so clingy, but he wasn’t complaining at all.
He snuggled up to Logan, wrapping both arms and legs around his short form, letting Logan press as close as he pleased as they laid together. Logan let out another grunt under his breath, one that sounded more content, his breathing soon evening out as he drifted off to sleep. Wade barely got an opportunity to ask about Logan’s weird behaviour, but he supposed he could ask him tomorrow, maybe even treat him with all the money he bagged from their live cuddle pile.
For now, he’d just enjoy the moment, enjoy it for as long as Logan let him.
“Good night, Wolvie. Sweet dreams.”