Nightmares were not exactly foreign to either of them with one of them being a 200+ year old vet and the other one being literally insane in the head with a tragic backstory. However, that didn’t mean that Wade was prepared to deal with Logan’s.
Logan had been living with him, Althea, and Mary for almost four months now, sharing Wade’s bed and seamlessly fitting himself into Wade’s life. It honestly shook Wade just a bit how good things had been, but he wasn’t one to kick a gift horse in the mouth.
They had a friends/enemies with benefits thing going on (Logan was the neediest bottom Wade had ever fucked if you could believe that, not that he was complaining at all. In fact he had actually stopped and thanked God the first time they fucked and he found this out).
Logan had found a construction job that brought him home sweaty and looking extremely jacked (nut) and Wade went back to picking up odd mercenary jobs to bring in his part of the rent. They weren’t poor, but they definitely weren’t rich and it was good this way.
They saw Laura every weekend, often with Ellie and Yukio in tow. Wade was happy. The happiest he’d been in a long time and from what he could tell, so was Logan. Life was good.
However a little break from the horrors didn’t stop a lifetime of nightmares.
Wade knew that Logan had them, and Logan knew that Wade had them too. But somehow they had managed to avoid talking about it if they woke the other up, instead opting to just get out of bed and leave the room.
This was fine with Wade, he’d been dealing with his nightmares by himself for years and he's sure Logan had too. He wasn’t even sure what he was really supposed to do if Logan came to him for help or wanting to talk. Sure, he’d read plenty of fanfictions with nightmares in them, but those were fanfictions. How the fuck was that supposed to help him.
This particular nightmare must have been a bad one though because it all came to head, and not the fun kind, on a particularly uneventful Tuesday night.
***
“Wade, I am not watching Love Island again. This is the fourth time we’ve started this season.”
“Peanut please,” he said, dragging out his plea. “Maybe it’ll end better this time.” He strongly disagreed with the end of this season and was hoping it would change each time he watched it.
Logan just shot him an unimpressed glare.
“I’m going to bed Wade.”
“But Cupcake, Pookiebear, love of my life-” Logan interrupted with a grunt, standing up and walking towards their bedroom before Wade could continue.
“Fine, you drive a hard bargain, but just know that I’m devastated and will never recover from this betrayal.” Wade turned off the TV and stood to follow him to bed. “I’m going to bed tonight with a broken heart. The only thing that will fix me is a smooch from the bravest, most handsomest, meanest, old man in the whole multiverse.”
Wade was just met with another grunt and unimpressed glare.
“Have it your way, snookums. I hope you sleep well tonight knowing that I will not due to my fractured heart.” Wade could feel Logan turn his back to him in the bed.
Not one to toss and turn, Logan was out like a light in no time and before long, Wade was listening to his breaths even out and deepen.
Now, Wade knows that having a situationship with your roommate that you sleep with in a sexy way and in a literal way is a bad idea, and that he, a hopeless romantic, would probably fall in love, but that did not stop him at all.
He was hoping that if he were aware that it was a bad idea, that he could stop it from happening. With the way that he could feel his heart squeeze at the sight of Logan sleeping peacefully next to him though, he could tell he was failing.
Goddammit. Fuckity fuck shit motherfucking fuck. Wade did not want to fall in love again. Especially with someone who probably could not give less of a fuck about him. God, he would do anything though, to keep the peaceful look he saw on Logan’s face every so often, to stay there forever.
Despite what he said to Logan earlier, Wade did fall asleep. He dozed off thinking of Logan’s beautiful ass and pretty smile. Fuck he was so fucked.
***
“Motherfucker!” Wade awoke to three sharp stabs to his chest and a thrashing Logan beside him. A quick glance of his phone told him it was just past 3:00 a.m. and they had only been asleep for about four hours.
“Umm, Logie-bear?” Wade wasn’t entirely sure what to do at this moment, which was not an unfamiliar feeling, but this was a very unfamiliar situation. “Peanut?”
Logan continued to move around and growl in his sleep, though he did somehow manage to extract his claw from Wade’s chest.
Wade really was at a loss for actions. He knew that this overly gruff, manly-man (who was actually the sweetest, most loving, cutie, don’t tell anyone) abso-tootly-lutely did not want to be woken up by Wade and have him ask what was wrong. But Wade couldn’t just get up and leave the room with him like this.
“Logan,” he said, pushing him slightly. “Wake up honeybear. This is not very slay of you to stab me in my sleep.” He gave him another little shake and gasped when he felt claws enter his abdomen again.
“Peanut?”
Logan had sat straight up and his eyes were wild and panicked, darting around as if trying to figure out where he was. He was breathing heavily and Wade could pick up on the terror shrouding his judgment.
“Princess, hey, look at me. You’re fine, everything is okay. You’re in our bed, in our apartment. Althea is in the room next to us and Mary is probably licking the kitchen floor.” He started to rattle things off, hoping that something about his voice and familiar rambling would calm Logan down.
“It's Tuesday, well actually it's Wednesday now. We have tentative plans for dinner tonight after you get off. Of work that is. But I’m sure we could work something out if you want to get off after you get off, ya know? I was thinking tacos for dinner, but I know that’s what we had last time and you’re probably tired of them tbh.” Despite not having any idea if this was going to help or not when he started, he could see Logan’s eyes start to focus on him and his breathing slow to a normal(ish) pace.
“See? Everything’s fine. I told you. Despite what you say, I’m actually a genius probably and wrong maybe 2% of my life. Don’t fact check that.”
He could feel Logan go to move his hands because his claw, still embedded in Wade’s chest, ripped up and he started bleeding freely again.
“Woah there big guy, warn a girl before you start to move.” Wade went to smile at Logan, but before he had the chance to, Logan’s claws were quickly extracted and he was fumbling out of the bed and onto the floor, breathing erratic and sparse again.
“I-, fuck. I- Wade,” he tried to get out, kneeling on all fours on the ground. “I didn’t mean- ugh fuck!”
Wade could see his heaving shoulders and hear his breathing all the way from his side of the bed, and jumped up to sit beside him quickly.
“Hey, woah, calm down baby. It’s fine, it’s all good. I heal, remember? Look.” He took Logan’s calloused hand in his cratered one, and brought it to his already healing chest. “See? Good as new already.” he smiled.
Logan’s eyes bored holes into the light pink flesh of Wade’s new skin stitching together. He looked about two seconds away from crying, but had at least gone back to breathing somewhat normally.
Wade took the hand not currently cradling Logan’s and lifted Logan’s face to look at him. “Are we good babygirl?”
Logan’s eyes flicked back and forth between his own quickly, a crease between his eyebrows. The moonlight was glinting in the sheen of his eyes from their small bedroom window.
“Logan?” he whispered, using his thumb to smooth the crease between his eyebrows.
And maybe his name wasn’t the best thing to say, or Wade had done everything wrong from the very start of this fiasco, or maybe he shouldn’t have touched him, but with the sound of his name leaving Wade’s lips and the gentle touch of his face, Logan was leaning forward into Wade and crying.
“Uhh I- what? Peanut? I didn’t mean to- I’m- I’m sorry?” Wade was stuck between nervously rambling and being at a loss for words with Logan sobbing in his lap.
He brought his hands, which had moved up in surprise, down to Logan to cradle him.
“Hey, it’s okay Peanut. It’s alright. You’re okay.” He was running a hand through Logan’s hair, trying in vain to calm him down.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Logan was sobbing into his thigh.
“Baby, it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.” Wade brought Logan’s face up to meet his eyes again, tucking stray hairs behind his ear. His heart squeezed painfully at Logan’s red eyes and teary face.
Before he could go to reassure Logan further though, Logan tore his face away from Wade’s grasp to look down, and started talking. “You- you were dead, Wade.” he gasped. “It was my fault. I killed you. I killed everyone.”
“Peanut, look at me.” He paused, waiting for Logan to look up. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Laura’s okay, Al’s okay, hell even our love child Mary is okay right now. Nothing is your fault sugartits. It was just a nightmare.”
Logan’s eyes roamed his face for a second, but he finally seemed to be actually calming down, his breaths the most even they’d been since the start of this.
“Do you want some water? Let me get you some water.” Wade said as he started to extract himself from Logan and stand up. He got no further than a couple inches off the ground though before Logan had a tight grip on his wrist and was pulling him back down.
“Stay, please.” He whispered.
And who was Wade to deny him, especially when he said please.
“Okay babygirl, but let’s get back in bed at least. Surely the floor cannot be good for your old man bones.”
Wade was sure Logan’s old man bones were fine, but he really just wanted Logan to be as comfortable as possible right now.
As they were getting back into the sheets he heard a soft “I’m sorry,” from behind him that made his stupid, treacherous heart squeeze again.
“You have nothing to be sorry for Peanut. It happens to the best of us.” And sure, people don’t normally stab the people they’re sleeping with, but they weren’t exactly normal so to speak.
Logan didn’t seem to listen to him though and continued.
“I know we don’t really acknowledge each other’s nightmares and you’d probably rather be anywhere but here right now and I stabbed you and now I won’t let you leave. So I’m- I’m sorry. You can leave if you want. I didn’t mean to-”
“Respectfully, shut up.”
“..what?”
“If you want me here, there is nowhere else I’d rather be Logan. I don’t know how else I can say it, but it is okay,” he said, stressing the word as much as possible. “I would love to talk about every nightmare you have from now until we’re dust if that’s what you wanted. Or if you never wanted to talk about it again, that’s fine too. I just don’t want to fuck this up. You- you’re important to me. Far more important than I ever meant to let you get, and, don’t tell anyone, but I would do anything for you. Like, destroy worlds and cross multiverses to get you ice cream if that's what you wanted. Basically, something happened and I’m in love with you I think. And that’s my bad I guess, but also kind of your bad for being so perfect. And if you hate me now, because I didn’t really mean to say that, and want to move out and forget about me, that’s fine. I’ll be devastated and probably actually never recover, but it’s fine if that's what you want. And- mmph.”
He’s cut off by Logan crashing his lips against his.
It’s not the classiest or gentlest of first kisses, but it is so very them and sets fireworks off in Wade’s brain in the shape of Wolverine masks and little hearts.
Logan pulls back and sends Wade a soft look, “Respectfully, shut up.”
“Hey, you can’t do that! That’s totally a me thing to do, repeating earlier words with a different connotation in a different light. I can’t believe this.” Wade argued playfully.
Logan just rolled his eyes and grabbed onto Wade, pulling them further under the covers. They ended up curled around each other with Logan’s head on Wade’s chest, legs tangled together under the covers.
“For real though,” Wade whispered into Logan’s hair, “Are you okay?”
Logan paused, gathering his thoughts. “Yeah,” he breathed out. “I am.”
“Good, that’s good,” Wade replied, running his fingers through Logan’s hair, playing with his kitty cat ears.
Logan hummed and closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly, tired from all that had just happened.
Wade continued to run his fingers through his hair, hoping to keep nightmares at bay this time, and was greeted by the rare sound of a purring Logan.
Yeah, life was good.