Wolverine doesn’t eat his vegetables?
Logan changed into the dark pink shirt and lepered-print fluffy pants in the bedroom; it was comfortable, but Logan would never tell Wade that.
He smelled the warm scent of the soup drifting into the closed door. Logan didn’t know where Wade got all of those vegetables.
Logan opened the door and peered outside. Wade was plate-well-bowling? the soup putting bread on the side, “Were did you get all of the food?”
Wade smiled and looked up. “Hiya girl boss Mr. Chiseled man stocked this place with food, but vegetables only last so long, so we have to eat them first.”
If they lived together every day, is this how it would be? Logan lived with the man yes, but he ment In a different way
The way in which you would wake up in each other's arms, the sun warming your skin, the birds saying good morning
“I’m not wearing the girl power shirt; it’s just a dark pink shirt." Logan mumbled, walking over to Wade and following him as he placed the bowls on the dusty table. “I know, nut pea, it’s just fun to tease you.”
Logan sat down and looked at the food in front of him. He felt like he needed to repay Wade, like he was in debt from his kindness. He didn’t like it.
“Don’t tell me the big bad Wolverine doesn’t eat his vegetables? Well then no-“ Wade's voice fell short as Logan spoke, “Your to nice Wade.”
Wade took his bread and dipped it in the soup and took a bite and swallowed, “You have pretty low standards, then Logan.”
Logan sighed and picked up the spoon brining to soup to his lips. It was really good. “I’ll eat anything I lost being picky.” When did Logan stop caring?
“One day I’ll make you realize." Wade took a bite swallowed and continued, “You still deserve to be treated human even if your-"
Logan bent the spoon in his hand. The scent of sadness and something Logan just couldn’t recognize from Wade had Logan growling, "I am treated like a human I am—I wade….”
Wade gave a soft smile, understanding, “Don’t worry too much about it, bub, I’ll help you.”
“Bub? Wade bub is my thing; I already told you." Logan gave out a hearty sigh and unbent the spoon, taking multiple bites.
"Hmm, how about... psychic?” Wade ate some bread, and so did Logan.
“Why that?” Logan said slowly, trying to shake the smell of wade emotions out of his nose.
“Because psychics bend spoons,” he said, simply twirling his own spoon into the air.
“I bent a spoon one time, bub. I don’t need another nickname just for that." Logan bit into a cooked carrot.
Logan wanted to leave marks on Wades skin to show everyone that Wade was his and only his.
A flush peeped over Logan’s face at the sudden thought, “Up for watching mean girls?” Wade said eating the last of his food
“Your still in your Deadpool suit,” Logan commented, not really wanting to watch mean girls again. The memories of last time they did had Logan flushing again.
How Logan pinned Wade to the wall, breathing in his lust: “Yeah, I guess I’ll take a shower first and get into my own pink jammies.”
Wade stood up, taking his dish to the sink and washing them. “I had a thought,” he started.
“That’s never a good thing." Logan ate the rest of his food quickly, not wanting to be the only one still eating.
"Rude, bring your bowl over here." Logan listened and now stood behind Wade, placing the dish in the sink.
“At first you said that everyone’s scent bothered you, and now you say it’s just me. Why?"
Logan bit his lip and backed up, “I.. lied at first. I didn’t want you to think it was weird that.. it was just you.”
Wade hummed at that and cleaned the dishes, setting them up to dry. “Okay.. I still want to know a little more about that bond.”
Wade turned around to see Logan, who didn’t know what to do with his hands and eyes everywhere. “Take a shower first, you stink.”
Wade gasped and took a few steps forward, placing a hand on Logan’s chest. “I do not stink.”
“Trust the guy with the super smell bub." Logan hoped Wade would take the bait, not wanting to talk about the elephant in the room at all.
And Wade did kind of stink a little, not that he minded.
"Fine, and for sleeping arrangements, I can sleep on the couch if you want." Wade took some clothes out of the bag—the brightest colors of pink you can think that ever existed.
“I…” Logan swallowed then shrugged, “I don’t mind." Wade gave a small, warm smile and then went to the bathroom and shut the door.
Logan wouldn’t mind holding Wade, touching his skin, breathing his scent, and hearing his breath as he fell asleep to his nightmares.
It was wrong to think of Wade as anything but a friend when that’s all that Wade thought of him, but it was so hard Logan couldn’t stop thinking.
They had dinner together like some stupid romantic movie, hiding away in a cabin
How long could they hide from the X-men until they were found?
Logan didn’t want to think about the X-men; just the thought of Scott’s face had him almost reeling the food that he just ate.
Logan curled up onto the dusty couch, pulling a blanket over himself like that would protect him from the thoughts.
Wade Was out of the shower because Logan heard the bathroom door open, and then Wade tried to pull the blanket off of Logan’s head. “Hiya, honey bager.”
Logan sighed, wanting to pull and push Wade away while at the same time longing for comfort but fearing the vulnerability that comes with it.
Wade sat down next to him, leaving his head on his shoulder. “What’s up? If I upset you with my question earlier, you don't have to answer.”
Wade was too kind to care. Why couldn’t he just hate him? Why couldn’t Wade hate Logan?
"No, just thinking.”
Wade put an arm over Logan’s shoulder. “Want to think with the blanket off your head?” Logan sighed, “Or not.”
“I.. Wade, how long can we just hide out here? The X-men will find us, and we need a plan. How do we prove I’m not there..?"
Wade took his arm back and backed up to wiggle underneath the blanket to face Logan.
“I’m working on it now, Peanut, with some communication iron balls, and teenage blah blah will tell the x-men for us." Logan felt wades breath on his face, the air warm from being trapped under the blanket.
“I saw people I know alive. I saw Scott alive. Wade, I held his dead body.” Logan’s breath came out faster than he intended.
Wade took the blanket off and grabbed Logan’s face. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to let anything happen, kitty.”