part 1

Wade wanted so badly to just blurt out the feelings he had been repressing in his throat. 

Logan.

I love the way you smell.

I love the way you talk, the way you smile.

Logan.

Even when Logan shouted, insulted, belittled Wade in the van in the Void, the barely containable love he felt for Logan still stood proud and pierced the hurt that blossomed in Wades chest. 

But oh how much Wade loved that man, it was undeniable that it would consume him. Now, Logan was living in his home. Wade finally let Althea move out, as she could take care of herself. Logan was sleeping only down the hall, less than 10 feet from Wades room.

Every night, Wade would think again;

Logan.

I love your style.

I love your hair, your attitude, your eyes.

Logan.

But fate has the most unfortunate timing.

Over text;

Vanessa: Wade, Dermit broke up with me…

Wade: no way, I’m going to kill that guy.

Vanessa: no, he’s not worth it. Listen, I’ve been thinking, and I’m going to give you another chance at our relationship.

Wade: that’s really not necessary.

Vanessa: I love you still, I always have, please?

That’s when wades heart shattered. 

authors note: got bored. Next part will come out when I feel like it.

Wade walks into the living room.

Wade: I may or may not have just been stabbed.

Logan perks up.

Logan: who. Now.

Wade: no one. I was trying to cut up an avocado but I dropped the knife.

Logan visibly gets a headache.

Logan: sweetie, I told you, let’s be more careful. Even though you heal, it still means that I have to clean up the blood. And smell it. And touch it. I don’t want that.

Wade: ok

He deadpans (literally him) and turns away.

Logan’s brow twitches.

Logan’s thoughts: man that juicy ass- -

Sorry! Wrong thought!

Logan’s thoughts: what the fuck was that…

Logan gets up and follows Wade. He’s in the kitchen and Logan sees the knife. It’s stained red and Wade stares at the place the wound just was.

Logan: you want me to kiss the boo boo, don’t you?

Wade turns with tears in his eyes 

Wade: I want you to kiss the boo boo.

can someone pls answer why tf my FYP is all photos of Hugh Jackman??

like, I’m not complaining but why…

Edge Of Wheat Field With Poppies- Van Gogh, 1887

hello all, I know, I’ve been busy, but I should post more. Anywho, here’s Poolverine.

Wade knew that Logan was reserved. But when they two started dating, thats when Logan started talking more.

“I like that shirt on you.” He grumbled one morning to Wade, who had his huge white hello kitty shirt on that hung loosely over his torso.

Wade didn’t know what to think. It wasn’t his usual slutty attire, so why should Logan like it?

another time, Wade slept in, and woke up to the faint smell of tea. His favorite.

“you said you liked this tea. So I figured…” Logan trialed off as he handed a sleepy Wade his tea.

and another time, Wade had mentioned he loved blankets too much. That next week, when Wade came home from work, Logan was standing at the door, holding a folded blanket.

“I bought a blanket… it was real soft and I thought you’d like it.” He said, as though he were rehearsing what to say.

Wade smiled, his grin reaching his eyes. He drove Logan to the couch, and cuddled in their new blanket.

just thinking, what if Wade had my music taste… (it wouldn’t fit him at all)

Logan, heard faint music from the bathroom: what the-

Wade in the shower singing along: there’s a starrrmaaaan waiting in the sky-

Logan:what the actual fuck…

10 minutes later, Wade is out of the shower~

Logan:what the fuck were you listening to in the shower?

Wade: uhhh… music?

Logan: no, babe, why weren’t you listening to some annoying ass shit.

Wade: I just like listening to some other stuff.

Logan: oh my- hand me your phone.

Wade, handing over his phone: checking my playlists I see.

Logan: why the fuck do you have Billy Joel, David Bowie, Elvis, and green day on your playlist…

Wade: Logan, we’ve been dating for months now. Why are you even surprised at this point.

Logan: …

Logan: you know what, that is fair.

hellooo, sorry I haven’t posted Poolverine shit in a while. I’ve been super busy and yeah. Anyways, here’s a snippet that will boost my self confidence somehow.

the apartment was cold. Snow caking the streets outside and the window freezing to touch. Logan was sitting on the couch watching a movie about world war 2, silently correcting everything they got wrong. Logan was worried. Every time Wade went out to run errands he would be. Wade had only been gone an hour, but without protection, with the snow outside and the streets slick, it worried him. Wade of course, knew how to take care of himself and of course, couldn’t die. But it didn’t take away the protectiveness that clung to Logan like a second skin.

“Peanut, I’m hooome!” Wade sang as the door swung open, Wade carrying paper bags filled with food.

Logan lurched forward and got up, slowly making his way to the kitchen. Despite the anxiety of Wade going out, it all seemed to melt away the second Logan hears his sweet voice.

Logan silently walked over, pressing his hand into the small of wades back and kissing his forehead. It was freezing. Wade giggled quietly and returned the kiss on Logan’s cheek. He pulled away and peeked into the brown paper bag filled with food. Inside was 2 containers of chocolate sauce, a frozen pizza, some cheese, and some clothing.

Logan took a step back, “yeah, next time, let me go shopping.” He said with a sigh.

Wade pouted, “but Logie! I wanted chocolate…” he tried to defend. He did, Wade has had this weird addiction to chocolate sauce. Better than doing Cocaine with Althea, sure, but Logan would much rather prefer something with an ounce of protein.

“but I did get you a sweater!” Wade says cheerfully, bouncing on the balls of his feet over to the second bag, that had a similar contents to the first. Wade pulled out a flannel that was Logan’s perfect size. The front of the flannel looked nice, Logan’s style, perfect.

“huh. Thanks darling.” Logan said, leaning against the kitchen table.

Wade smiled more, “just wait, this is the best part.” He said, turning the flannel around. On the pack was a giant patch that said, “I’m my boyfriend’s designated fucker” in pink bold letters.

Logan stared at it thinking how the fuck Wade got his hands on this. The flannel itself was a warm brown and yellow. But the patch was sees into the flannel and was in giant pink letters.

“like it?” Wade said, bouncing up and down.

Logan couldn’t help but stare. It was ugly. But he looked at wades smile and couldn’t help but smile himself.

“I love it bub.” He said, stepping forward and giving a small, warm peck on wades lips. He turned away and looked into both paper bags.

“but let’s let me do the shopping next time.”

note: Heyy, I woke up like half an hour ago and I’m bored and yeah. Anywho, I’m happy bcs I’m out of the closet so yeahhh

Oh no! He’s escaped the pocket!😨

Here you are, I’m sorry it’s been like a week, I’ve been really busy, but I’ve finally gotten to it! I love Deadpool he’s so silly:)

I know Valentine’s Day was like, 2 days ago, but I was too busy sulking alone in bed sooo here’s some poolverine valentine stuff

Logan had never really celebrated Valentine’s Day. During his time with the X-men, he wasn’t a big fan of the fact that the KIDS around there would be talking about dating. Logan didn’t really date. He had a type, but it was more of a blur of a person he couldn’t imagine. It was almost funny, a few years back, Logan was in the institute on Valentine’s Day, a couple of little girls, no older than 5, asked Logan to be their valentine. He was the girls favorite teacher and wanted to spend the day with Logan. Of course, Logan excepted. But now, the memory isn’t a fond one. Because only a week later….

Wade is a big fan of Valentine’s Day. Spending hundreds of dollars to surprise Logan, to spend Valentine’s Day treating each other with love and care.

then came the day. The first thing Logan sees when he opens his eyes are two brown ones, staring down at him like a vulture. Logan pushes wades face away with a start. I’d be scared too if I saw Deadpool staring at me .2 seconds after waking up(but also a little bit…. NEVER MIND)

“what the fuck!” Logan grumbled as he sat up. He saw pink. That’s it. Pink kitchen pink table pink couch. He looked down and he was wearing a pink shirt that Wade had somehow gotten him in as he slept.

“happy Valentine’s Day Logie 🥺” Wade said, somehow he verbally expressed the emoji was was nothing but concerning.

“valentines d…” Logan trailed off.

“yes.” Wade said sternly, “which is why is both of our sacred duties to celebrate the day of love and sexy costumes and shit.” Wade said saluting. He was wearing teensy pink shorts and a tube top. After just waking up, Logan knew he was in for it, no matter what. If he said no, guilt would probably overwhelm him given that Wade had spent a lot of money on Valentines stuff, and to be honest, Wade looked fine as fuck.

“fine.” He sighed, but a smile did creep onto his face he couldn’t suppress. Wade cheered as he grabbed a small bag behind him and took out a sweater, pink in all its glory that said ‘Dump Him’, which almost got a laugh out of Logan. Wade crawled on the bed and snuggled up to him, pecking his brain to mush, before Logan’s brain melted, the last thought was

“maybe this won’t be so bad…”

Breakfast at the Howlet-Wilson’s.

I’m being forced to go out to eat and my social battery is nonexistent right now so I guess I’m writing.

Laura knew that this Logan was different from hers. To start, he isn’t at the brink of death. This one is younger and isn’t sick. And this one, surprisingly, has the talent of putting up with Wade Wilson, the most annoying person in history. But not only does Logan put up with him, he dates him. Laura likes Wade. They have an understanding. And if Logan likes Wade, Laura likes Wade.

One day, it’s raining and Laura is staying with her dad. She’s on the fold out couch, and a crack of lightning wakes her up. She shoots out of bed, claws at the ready to unsheathe. Her father seems to wake up two because the patter of feet make her turn and see her father walking out of his and his boyfriend’s room. 

“Just some lightning.” Laura says, letting her shoulders slump.

Logan nods and Wade grumbles, tiredly trudging out of the room and wrapping his arms around Laura’s father, probably not letting go until he either goes back to sleep, or gets a cup of coffee.

“It’s 9:00 so may as well get up.” Logan says, returning the embrace, and slowly guides Wade over to the kitchen while maintaining the hug.

Laura smiles, her dad has been much happier, much calmer with Wade around. Even though he’s an annoying prick whose catchphrase should be “kachow” because his mouth runs faster than lightning fuckin McQueen, he makes Logan happy.

Logan lets Wade hold onto his back while Logan brews coffee, pouring it into wades special hello kitty mug and put sugar and cream in it. Wade takes it, although not too sure he knows what it is, he’s still mostly asleep, sips it. He finally lets his grip loosen and he sits in the kitchen table. 

“Pancakes kiddo?” Logan asks Laura.

“Sure. Blueberry?” Laura asks in reply.

“An’ chocolate chips…?” Wade asks, still sipping his sweet coffee.

“Yeah, sure.”

After making pancakes, Laura stares at the rain outside and admires the lightning, making small cracks in the gray sky. 

Logan held his plate of plain pancakes(secretly with chocolate chips), wades chocolate pancakes, and Laura’s blueberry.

They all sat on the couch eating, even though the fold out was still messy from Laura sleeping.

“Hey Smolverine, what movie should we watch?” Wade asks Laura. It was her nickname that she got stuck with. Not very creative, but Wade insisted on calling her that.

“As long as it’s not The Proposal, I’m good with it.” Laura replied. Wade has watched The Proposal every day since Laura and Logan came into his life.

“Fine. Mama Mia?”

Logan isn’t too happy by the recommendation, but to see both his daughter and partner relax next to him, warms his metal chest. Wade rests his head in the crook of Logan’s neck, smelling his tank top, smelling of cigars and cheap cologne. To Wade, it’s the best smell in the world. the storm still rages outside, but in the Howlet-Wilson house, it’s perfect.

Hello Everyone, just checking in. How are you? Anyways, here is the daily dose of poolverine shit.

Wade was not a heavy sleeper, he was lucky to get to sleep at all. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep, but that his body, refused. Melatonin didn’t really work on him. And all of the sleep tea shit the grocery stores didn’t work either. But then Logan moved in.

they had fallen in love during their trip to the void and were sharing a bed, a blind woman’s disability check and a car salesman’s check didn’t offer much, but they did manage to get a new apartment with two bedrooms. Each night, sleep clung to Wade as Wade clung to Logan, blankets littering the bed, draped onto the two. And sleep finally seeped into wades scars.

Logan had woken up to a surprisingly asleep Wade. The bags under his eyes almost gone, and his expression soft. Logan smiled, admiring his partner. He got up and took a shower, as he eventually came out, Wade was still asleep. It didn’t worry Logan, it relieved him. He started to make a breakfast of unicorn shaped waffles, wades favorite. Wades eyes fluttered open as the smell of fresh waffles wafted over his nose, his tired eyes looking around as he sat up. Logan walked over to him with a plate of strawberries and waffles in a unicorn shape. Wade grumbled in his tired voice and took the plate, Logan sitting next to him. He ate and Logan admired his sleepy state, not quite awake, but awake enough to eat his favorite food.

“good darling?” Logan asks, chuckling at wades tired eyes, half opened.

“I wuv wou.” Wade said through a full mouth, leaning into his parters neck, kissing him softly and tiredly.

Wade:do you want to do a dance video? :3

Logan: what…?

Wade, screeching: DO YOU… WANT TO MAke a dance video

Logan: sure, but I pick the music.

10 minutes later-

wade(slow dancing with Logan to Elvis): I did not mean this kind of dance, I meant a slutty dance…

Wade: but this is good too:)

Wade(crying): peanut…

Logan: wade what’s wrong?!

wade(points to random CHILD giving him a disgusted look): he said I look ugly.

Logan(sizing up the kid): SNIKT lose your mommy or what?

kid: yeah:(

Wade: never mind can we keep it?

kid: who are you calling IT you nutsack faced bitch?!

Wade: *sobs even harder*

later:

Logan: I’m sorry I couldn’t slice the kid:((

Wade: it’s ok, I found his address and all of his family members.

Logan: …

Logan: I love you so much.

Wade: peanut, I made you coffee

Logan, half asleep: thanks darling. *looks down at coffee* aw, you made a heart out of the foam.

Wade: … actually that’s my-

Logan, realizes: *starts chugging the coffee violently*