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Watched Deadpool & Wolverine with my mum and older sister.

My sister was working on something while watching and only half paying attention.

Honda Odyssy scene is playing and my sister asks 'why are they fighting?'

I am incredibly stuck and unwanting to discuss the whole homoerotic metaphor that the entire film is to my very very heterosexual family

I just say 'uhhh to blow off steam ?'

Dude is clearly hard in this scene in the Honda Odyssey, like Wade's boner is obscuring part of the little Deadpool insignia on his belt. Damn. What a whore. Good on Ryan, the VFX team or whoever for sneaking that little detail in.

my need to see that overripe avocado blow the old man's back out after seeing the movie. ugh.

this Logan variant is serving cunt. look at that stance and that mane. dude probably gives aggressive back alley blowjobs with too much teeth for petty cash or something.

also this up-skirt shot is so powerful. director knew what he was doing with the subtext here.

this Logan variant is serving cunt. look at that stance and that mane. dude probably gives aggressive back alley blowjobs with too much teeth for petty cash or something.

More problematic young Wade / Professor Logan thoughts:

Imagine Wade in his late twenties, going back to school to get his degree after doing mercenary work for nearly a decade, and he just happens to sit in on a mutant history and rights guest lecture from Hank and Logan. Logan's wearing a suit and glasses and all the 19-20 year olds are smitten, but Wade's instantly obsessed.

Insert creepy stalking montage of him tailing Logan and breaking into his place at the X Mansion, figuring out his personal relationships, and even befriending Jubilee and some of the other younger X-Men just for an excuse to hang around the place and lust after Logan some more. People who flirt with Logan and the ones Logan flirt back with start disappearing, for no reason according to one ex-mercenary.

Logan catches him in the act one time and Wade gives him some half made-up backstory about how his parents, especially his dad, abused/abandoned him as a child and that's why he's so into Logan. The rest of the Xavier School faculty don't believe him, but Logan's got a soft spot for messed up kids, so he just lets Wade be weird and touchy around him. Wade even fakes getting black-out drunk and extra clingy to the point Logan lets him stay over for the night so he doesn't choke in his own vomit, and it somehow ends with them in the same bed and Wade humping his leg or something. Logan feels super guilty for also getting hard against a warm body, but Wade's already planning his next "accidental slip."

(I feel like the Wolverine origins Wade is much more psychotic than the one in the DP movies. This Logan is probably X-Men Evolution girldad Logan - confused and tired and just trying to keep all the chaotic kids with superpowers in check while this hot young thing keeps "accidentally" grinding against his ass.)

glad more people are picking up on this cause i was IN TEARS

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

logan purrs when he's asleep. he purrs like a content little cat when he's smushed into wade's side, his whole adamantium weight pressing into wade who doesn't really mind because ✨️who in their right mind says no to wolvie cuddles✨️ (wade uses him as a weighted blanket anyway, who needs air pffffft he doesn't)

but HOLY MARVEL JESUS he has a silent freak out the first time he discovers logan purring in his sleep during one of their movie binges. (they have weekly movie nights fight me)

a healthy (not) bout of cuteness aggression happens that night and even though wade is a little confused both by the fact that logan actually fell asleep on him and that HE IS PURRING OH MY GOD- he doesn't fight it and even naps with him (the best sleep both of them have ever had considering lots of nights are full with nightmares and insomnia)

and the thing is- wade very carefully talks to some of the surviving xmen in their universe about it and they just go 🤔🤨❓️ because not one of them has ever seen or heard logan do this (i'd imagine maybe kayla or mariko, scott even - logan told him about them, but hey wade can't really ask them can he) and then wade REALIZES and it hits him SO hard. logan is comfortable with him. he's at ease and relaxed enough in his presence to allow himself to slip into his slightly more animalistic traits without having to fear any judgement or rejection. he. is. comfortable. and wade maybe cries a little (a lot) at that realisation, holding logan even tighter when it happens again - the older man slumped against him during one of their movie nights, sleeping tight and soft purrs vibrating deep from his chest

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I'M GONNA CRY

«Heartbeat» Soundtrack – No Surprises by Radiohead

Headcanon based on my interpretation of their relationship

Wilson's heartbeat brings peace to Logan's restless sleep, who is tormented night after night throughout his life by nightmares about all the horror he has experienced over the past 200 years of his life. It is the rhythmic beating of someone else's heart under his ear that reminds Logan that everything he has experienced is in the past, helping him focus on the present and get out of the suffocation of panic(even if he can never truly let go of the past, he at least learns to live with it)

And they are not alone in this, so... expect a continuation with Wade

poolverine + sensory overload while grocery shopping anyone? taken from personal experience and the mountain of poolverine fics i've consumed already

disclaimer: if any of the aspects i've written for logan being autistic (it isn't mentioned but this was my intention here) are offensive or falsely written tell me immediately! i am undiagnosed but after quite a lot of my friends (both on the spectrum and not) telling me multiple times to get checked and TONS of research i'm pretty sure i'm on the spectrum as well. soooo this is basically what i've gathered from research, other fics and my own experiences with stuff like this. thanks! also minimal use of slightly stronger language (the f word, hurray :-D)

this is so bad i'm sorry

They were in the sweets aisle, trying to pick out various snacks for their movie night later on. It was bustling all around them, the small supermarket full with families and screaming kids and chatty old ladies and noise, so much fucking noise-

Logan flinched when something touched his cheek, belatedly realizing that Wade stood in front of him, their half-filled cart discarded by their side and one of his hands raised to his face.

"Sorry sweetums," Wade smiled sheepishly, "Didn't wanna scare you. You looked a little out of it. Breathing a little heavy and all"

Logan harrumphed, looking at the floor between them. Wade was wearing his bright neon pink converse again, the laces red on one side and yellow on the other, which was admittedly... cute. He remembered how proud Wade had been as he stumbled out of the bedroom with poorly conceiled excitement, shoving his shoes in his face because look peanut, our suits-

Once again he was forced out of his head and back into the disgustingly loud supermarket as Wade took his hand, gently stroking over his knuckles.

Logan managed to rip his gaze back to Wade's face, finding such genuine understanding in those lovely eyes that he felt even more queasy than he already did. Damn you, Wilson.

His head spun from the onslaught of everything, noise and lights and embarrassment forcing a very unwelcome wetness to gather in his eyes. The hand Wade was holding shook lightly. His whole body trembled. Fuck, he wanted to say something, wanted to assure his boyfriend that he was okay, but his throat worked, his mouth opened, yet nothing came out.

"Hey" Wade's voice was so soft. He didn't flinch this time as his hand came to rest on his cheek, the touch featherlight and warm.

An embarrassingly high whimper left him as some shrieking children passed by and his eyes screwed shut, trusting Wade to handle the rest.

And suddenly...

Wait.

Madonna quietly played in his ears?

Confused, he cracked his eyes open and saw Wade watching him, holding his phone up for him to see.

"Don't worry your pretty head Wolvie, you've got noise cancelling headphones on. Courtesy of moi, if you please, buuut you gotta suffer through my shower playlist for the time being. It's the only one I have downloaded."

An opened note read. Wade mouthed a "sorry" at him, but the sheepish grin told him he wasn't. At all. Though Logan knew him well enough, so very well, that if he even mentioned that it was too much Wade would immediately switch it all off.

Logan had to admit, the music dialed the incessant chattering and shouting around him pretty much down to zero.

The wonders of technology, he supposed.

Wade held his hand and waited patiently as Logan just breathed for a bit, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. One jerky motion to the phone and the mercenary handed it over, watching as Logan typed with unsteady hands.

"Can we leave please? S too much"

The note was so timid, so careful in fear of rejection that Wade felt his poor heart squeeze in his chest - gosh dang it if only people knew how gentle and loving the man in front of him was.

"Sure hun we were pretty much finished anyway. You good if we go check out real quick? Al's gonna cook us instead if we don't bring something back home, and while you taste pretty good I can't promise that for myself ;-D... we can use the self check out, it's quicker"

Logan surprised both of them with the huff of amusement that left him as he nodded.

The focus he needed to use to read Wade's rambling in note form kept him safe from getting lost in his head again. His boyfriend’s ability to talk forever beyond might be pretty annoying at times, but Logan had long since found it to be comforting.

Wade carefully guided both of them through the maze of food aisles and too many people, keeping their hands intertwined while he pushed their cart until they found a free self checkout.

Logan zoned out a bit to the mindless music that played over the headphones as Wade went through their groceries, bagging them quickly. He payed before turning around to face him, motioning to the exit with his head.

They stopped just outside the store in a small secluded corner and Wade put the bags down at their feet, stepping closer and smiling again.

Logan smiled back, hoping it could convey the relief and love he felt without having to use words. He leaned closer, a little shyly, and with a quick look around he pressed a kiss to Wade's lips, reveling in the vibrations of a slight whine he could feel from his boyfriend. They parted and Logan took a deep breath in, pushing the air out of his lungs a lot more calmly than he had done mere minutes ago.

The headphones came off next and Logan sighed, shaking off the last bit of the sensory overload he'd just experienced as he scrubbed over his eyes. It was far more quiet outside, and his head felt a little fuzzy at most instead of the stinging buzz from before.

Cars honked in the distance, a light breeze drifted past him and the man he loved stood right in front of him, Logan's supernatural hearing picking up the steady thud of his heartbeat almost immediately.

"Love you bub."

Thank you.

"I love you too peanut! So much. More than Puppins too, but don't tell her that. She's already peed in my shoes once and I can tell you, that golden shower was not pleasant."

Logan snorted and both of them giggled, sharing another soft kiss before they hoisted the grocery bags back up.

The way home was filled with banter, clumsy kisses and bumping shoulders. Maybe one or two spilled milk cartoons as well, but that was a secret between them.

(Oh hello! Wade here! Deadpool, merc with a mouth, your personal wet dream, whatever pleases you perverted little readers - if you even attempt to tell Al about that last bit I'll torture this one with a little more writer's block! /Oh thanks Wade, so nice of you/ Shush you, this is my side note! So many ideas yet so little words... you decide pookies. Bye for now! I've got 400 pounds of sleepy kitty in my bed who likes me as his personal pillow. See ya!)

soooo is anyone gonna do something with the fact that logan has flight anxiety & very nearly hurled on the plane in xmen: origins or do i have to do it myself👀 cause i've only seen ONE fanart on it ( @acdtaaz go check their work on it out it's absolutely gorgeous♡)

noooo don't think about poolverine flying together and wade finally realizing that logan REALLY doesn't do well on flights cause damn his kitty cat is green with nausea and crushing his hand in his grip oh no-

Okay so I've seen multiple posts about how Logan wanted to save Wade bc of Love and I really appreciate it but I have to be the bad guy and at least bring another option in the ring:

Logan is completely depressed for ages, haunted by voices of his family and closest friends he "let die". He hasn't slept well in ages and is an absolute alcoholic to be able to just get through the day. He has no friends or even a single soul who is simply friendly to him.

Logan wants to die.

But Logan can't die.

So of course Wade is the person to change all that and bring light and hope into his life and he definitely did want to save him for Wades family - bc he still believes he has nothing to go back for and if Wade dies he is back where he started and he just doesn't want that. Nobody wants that.

So he has two options, since both of them believe this is the end either way:

Let Wade die alone (with the risk he may not be able to stop it, despite the fact he didn't even reach it alone but let's be honest he hammered against the door before he could even see that)

OR

Die with him - bc he wants to swap places with him / he has to be the one who dies / he'd rather tried than do nothing or run away like always /

This is his only chance.

Seriously. He's been alive for so so long. He's through so much and he knows if it goes bad he HAS to live forever and most people know that's more like a curse than a blessing. He has the chance to end all that. To choose right then and there. And he made that decision.

Tomorrow

Poolverine oneshot

Summary: this is my idea of what happened right after Deadpool introduce Logan to Althea

Warnings: foul language, a lot of foul language, also it's got deadpool and wolverine in it, that's a warning in and of itself I think

"Now that you're acquainted with my mom, I meant mother, oh sorry, I dont know what's happening to my mouth muscles right now." Wade chuckled. "Anyways, now that you two have been acquainted, let me give you the grand tour, peanut."

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a nap," Althea said, not unkindly, before adding under her breath, "motherfucker's been back for less than five minutes and I already have a headache."

"I heard that!" Wade called after her cheerily, with a hint of middle fingers and a sprinkle of passive aggression.

Logan wondered whether Althea had developed a sixth sense to compensate her blindness when she returned the gesture right back at Wade before slamming the door behind her.

"I guess you won't be getting a tour of the master bedroom then." Wade turned to Logan. "It just so happens to be the only bedroom. I hope you're alright sleeping on the couch, peanut. I can show you how to unfold it so you have some more space." Wade looked Logan up and down. "I can borrow you some comfier clothes too, we can go shopping tomorrow for something that might fit you a bit better."

"I don't have any money on me, bub."

"I don't have much money either," Wade said with a grin. "Once you get settled I can try helping you find a job, if you like acquiring stuff the legal way, I could even put in a good word for you here or there, though that depends on whether you mind acquiring the money legally or not. Oh boy, I'm getting ahead of my self. You hungry, peanut?"

"I could eat a horse."

"Unfortunately, that is not on the menu, we do have an insane amount of instant noodles."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

"I'm not gonna dignify that with a response. I did manage to blow myself up once by leaving the gas on. Kitchen safety is no joke, kids!"

"Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"Nevermind that. Can you cook, peanut?"

"Of course I can cook."

"Damn, no need to get so high and mighty bout it. You know what I'm not even hungry anymore." Wade walked over to a closet and pulled out some items of clothing from the haphazard piles within. He walked back over to Logan and handed him sweats and a t-shirt. "I'll go get changed in the bathroom, you'll have to wait your turn, peanut."

Logan couldn't help but roll his eyes again before quickly changing out of his costume and into the sweats and t-shirt. The shirt was a bit tight and the sweats were too short, but he had to admit he hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time. He'd been in his costume for days now, and before that it was always jeans. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. The apartment felt a little warmer.

Wade walked out of the bathroom wearing pink pajama bottoms and a hoodie.

"Nice outfit, bub"

"Why thank you, peanut, I do try."

Logan couldn't resist the slight upward twitch in the corner of his mouth.

"Now the couch."

"Thanks." Logan lied down on the couch and sunk into it.

"You're one big boy, aren't ya?"

"You'd sink into this softass couch too if you had metal bones, so shut up asshole."

"Touché," Wade replied as he lowered himself down onto the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Trying to go to sleep, but that's a bit hard to do with all your talking, peanut."

"Why don't you just sleep on the couch."

"Because you're sleeping on the couch?"

"Get over yourself, bub," Logan snorted. "This won't even be the closest we've been these past few days. I really don't care anymore."

"This feels like a trick." Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan but got up off the floor.

"I promise I won't stab you," Logan smirked before he turned to look at the ceiling and his expression turned serious again. "At least not on purpose. I should probably warn you. I have nightmares sometimes, and I get violent when I'm scared."

Wade sat down on the couch. He didn't say anything.

"You can have the couch, bub. I'm sinking into it like fucking quicksand anyways."

Wade lay down, on the couch. "Get over yourself, peanut. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."

Every adamantium infused bone in Logan's body screamed at him to run, to find the nearest bar and never look back, to find a place where no one would get close to him again. But he held onto that. No normal threat could kill the man on the couch next to him. Even he couldn't kill Wade. They even survived the time ripper, and if that had proved anything, it was that they were stronger together. Logan held onto these solid truths. He held onto them like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff. He'd have to start making his way up eventually, but for now he just focused on not falling. There was going to be a tomorrow. And he would make his way up that cliff at his own pace. An inch at a time, if that's what it was going take, but he'd get there eventually.

There was always tomorrow.

Spot the difference challenge. Go on, tell me they're different.

Fui assistir um filme ai, e por coincidência as canetinhas chegaram no dia seguinte

“Night Terrors and Novelties”

Summary: Logan's nightmares make him fear he's killed Wade, but Wade always wakes up and reassures him he's staying.

Logan’s eyes snapped open in the dead of night, the familiar darkness of the room closing in around him like a suffocating shroud. His heart was pounding, breath coming in ragged gasps as the remnants of his nightmare faded, leaving a deep, gnawing dread in their wake. His hands were cold, and he realized, with a sinking feeling, that his claws were already out, stained with blood.

No, no, no… not again.

His gaze fell to Wade beside him, his body still, the sheets soaked red. Logan’s breath caught in his throat. For a second, he was frozen—he couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He had done this. Again.

He wrenched his claws out of Wade’s chest, his hands trembling as he backed away, the metallic tang of blood filling his nose. “Wade… Wade, wake up,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of his panic. His heart hammered in his chest like a war drum, each beat louder than the last. “Please… don’t be dead.”

But Wade didn’t move.

The seconds stretched on, each one a lifetime of guilt, fear, and self-loathing. Logan felt his stomach twist painfully, his chest tightening until he could barely breathe. Memories of past mistakes, past losses, crashed down on him like a wave—Jean’s lifeless face, Mariko’s broken body, the countless others who had paid the price for getting too close. And now Wade…

“No, please… God, no…” Logan whispered, his voice broken, choked with emotion. He sank to his knees beside the bed, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly his knuckles turned white. He hadn’t felt this kind of terror in years, this raw, primal fear that he was a danger to everyone he cared about, that he was destined to hurt them, to destroy them.

He reached out, hesitating, afraid to touch Wade, to confirm what he already feared. But then Wade gasped suddenly, a ragged breath filling his lungs, and his eyes fluttered open. Logan’s heart lurched, relief flooding through him so violently it nearly brought him to tears.

Wade blinked up at him, disoriented, before a familiar, pained grin spread across his face. “Oh, great,” he wheezed, voice strained but still laced with that damn humor. “Didn’t know I was auditioning for a remake of Psycho tonight. You got me good, Logan.”

Logan’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. He felt the tears sting his eyes, and he turned his head away, ashamed. “Wade… I thought… I thought I killed you.”

Wade chuckled softly, though it came out more as a wheeze. “Nah, buddy. You’ll have to try a little harder than that.” But when he saw the look on Logan’s face—the fear, the guilt—his smile faltered. Wade’s expression softened, a rare seriousness settling over him.

He reached out, his hand brushing Logan’s, blood still seeping from the wound that was already starting to close. “Logan,” he said quietly, “I’m okay. I can’t die, remember?”

But Logan’s shoulders sagged, his eyes glassy. “Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, voice thick with emotion. “I still did this. I still—hurt you.”

Wade sat up slowly, wincing a little but never breaking his gaze from Logan’s. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to. I know that.”

Logan shook his head, his jaw clenched, his breath coming out in harsh, uneven bursts. “Doesn’t change anything,” he said, his voice low, haunted. “Every damn time… every time I close my eyes… I see them. The ones I couldn’t save. The ones I—” He broke off, swallowing hard. “And now… you.”

Wade’s face softened even more, his usually flippant demeanor replaced with an uncharacteristic tenderness. He scooted closer, ignoring the pain still radiating from his chest. “Logan… listen to me. I’m here, okay? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

But Logan’s eyes were distant, his hands still trembling. “I can’t… I can’t lose another person, Wade. I can’t wake up one day and find out that I… that I killed you for real.”

Wade’s grip tightened on Logan’s arm, pulling him closer, his voice firmer. “You’re not gonna lose me. Not like this. I’m tougher than I look. And besides,” he added, his tone softening again, “I’d come back just to haunt your ass if you did.”

Logan let out a hollow, bitter laugh, but the fear didn’t leave his eyes. Wade’s thumb brushed gently over Logan’s knuckles, trying to steady the shaking in his hands.

The next few nights, it happened again. And again. Logan would wake up in a cold sweat, claws out, eyes wide with terror. Wade would stir moments later, a groan escaping his lips as he sat up, his chest or side or shoulder freshly wounded but already healing.

Each time, Wade would pull Logan close, repeating, “I’m here, I’m okay,” until Logan’s breathing slowed, until the tension in his muscles eased just a fraction. But Logan’s eyes always held that haunted look, the one that said he was reliving every nightmare, every failure, every moment where he’d been too late to save someone.

One night, after another episode, Logan sat at the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands. Wade watched him, his heart aching in a way that wasn’t caused by his healing wounds.

“Logan,” Wade whispered, leaning forward, “you’re still here too. You’re still fighting. And I know it’s hard… but you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me.”

Logan’s shoulders shook, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. “But what if I lose you?” he choked out. “What if one day… I’m not fast enough?”

Wade slid beside him, wrapping his arms around Logan’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You won’t,” he murmured. “And even if you did, I’d come back. I always do. For you.”

Logan didn’t respond, his eyes shut tight against the tears threatening to fall. Wade held him tighter, whispering soft reassurances, staying with him until the sun began to rise, and the nightmares were just shadows fading in the light.

But even in the daylight, Wade could see the sadness in Logan’s eyes, the way he carried his grief like an open wound. And all Wade could do was hold him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could keep the darkness at bay for one more night.

And so, they sat there in the quiet of the morning, Wade’s hand never leaving Logan’s, his voice a steady, soothing murmur in the silence, promising over and over again that he wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how many times Logan’s fears tried to say otherwise.

I can’t figure out how to use the read more option sorry😅

Okay so.

What if Logan had a nightmare episode where he wakes up all claws out and stabbing Wade in the chest.

What if he forgot that Wade can’t die from that?

What if Wade didn’t wake up straight away and Logan panicked thinking he’d killed another partner?

But when Wade wakes up, very much not dead, more just huffy that one of his stupid novelty shirts got ripped than anything, and Logan just has to hold him for a little.

Wade kinda realises after this happens more than once of why Logan panics, and so after a few recurring incidents, Wade comforts him, reminds Logan that he’s okay, that he’s still there no matter how many times he gets skewered.

I dunno I think the angsty fluffy potential of that is good

Kinktober Day16- Spanking

Summary: Logan spanks Wade.

Logan walked into the room, towel slung over his shoulder, expecting to find his usual stash of weapons neatly laid out. Instead, he was greeted by a horror show of pink glitter, neon stickers, and… were those plastic claws?

“What the hell is this?” Logan growled, fists clenching at his sides.

Wade, lounging on the couch with his feet kicked up, looked over with a lazy grin. “Oh, hey, Wolvie. You like what I did with your stuff? Thought it needed a little pizzazz. Y’know, sparkle, personality—kinda like me.”

Logan narrowed his eyes, picking up one of the plastic claws Wade had replaced his adamantium ones with. “You’re messing with my gear, Wade.”

“Messing? Nah. Enhancing. Look at those bad boys! I bet they’d do wonders in a fight. You’d be the fiercest ballerina in the whole post-apocalyptic wasteland.”

Logan’s jaw ticked, his patience thinning. “I’m giving you five seconds to explain why I shouldn’t kick your ass.”

Wade just grinned wider. “Because I’d enjoy it way too much, obviously.”

Logan had enough. In two quick strides, he crossed the room and grabbed Wade by the arm, yanking him off the couch and flipping him over his knee in one swift motion.

Wade blinked, surprised, before he burst into laughter. “Oh-ho, look at you, taking charge! I didn’t think you had it in ya, old man.”

Logan wasn’t in the mood for games. “You think this is funny? You’ve been asking for this for a long time, Wade.”

The first smack came down hard on Wade’s backside, silencing his laughter with a sharp yelp. “Ow! Damn, you don’t hold back, do ya? Kinda hot.”

Logan delivered another hard swat. “What were you thinkin’, screwin’ with my gear?”

“I was thinking—ow!—that you needed to lighten up! Ever heard of fun?” Wade wiggled, but Logan’s grip was iron.

Another smack landed, followed by a low growl. “You call glitter and plastic fun? This is serious.”

Wade panted between hits, his voice still filled with bravado despite the growing sting. “Well, someone’s got a stick up his—ow! Okay, okay, maybe I went a little overboard. But c’mon, the pink claws are kinda cute.”

Logan paused, leaning down close to Wade’s ear, his voice a low rumble. “You really don’t know when to quit, do ya?”

Wade’s breathing hitched, his usual smart-ass grin fading into something a little more serious. “I mean… you could just admit that you like it when I misbehave.”

Logan smirked, though Wade couldn’t see it. “You’re damn lucky I don’t break more than just your ego.”

The next few smacks were harder, more deliberate. Wade gasped, clenching the couch cushion beneath him, his cocky façade cracking just a little. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry! Geez, can’t a guy redecorate around here without getting his ass handed to him?”

Logan gave one final, hard swat before letting Wade go, standing up as Wade rolled onto his back, rubbing his sore behind with a wince. “You’re insane,” Logan muttered.

Wade flashed a cheeky grin despite the ache. “Insane, but lovable.”

Logan shook his head, heading toward the door. “Next time you mess with my gear, it won’t just be a spanking.”

Wade sat up, still grinning, though his tone was softer now. “Promises, promises, Wolvie.”

As Logan left, Wade lay back on the couch, wincing as he shifted. “Totally worth it.”

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