Big Book of Smut (multi-fandom)

POOLVERINE : rough night (🔥🔪)

Logan is sitting on the couch of the apartment, the only light from the TV casting a dim glow over the messy coffee table littered with empty bottles and snack wrappers. He has a bottle of whisker clutched in one hand and a cigar held loosely in the other, his feet propped up on the cluttered surface of the table. His eyes are heavy, glazed over with numbness as he stared at the tv. Wade comes around the corner wearing a unicorn onesie, a bowl of popcorn in his hands and skips over to the couch, plopping down beside Logan.

"Heyyyy wolvie!" He chirped. He looked at Logan and tilted his head, sensing his negative feelings. "Soooo, you wanna talk about it? Or do you just wanna skip to the part where you start punching holes in the wall?" He glances at the poorly patched up hole next to the TV from the last time he was in one of his moods.

"Not in the mood Wade." He growled, sighing and shrinking against the arm of the couch. He takes a drink from the whiskey bottle and then a drag from the cigar, letting the smoke burn in his lungs for a moment before exhaling.

"Awe come on Logie, you can't just bottle everything up forever, trust me, I've tried. It just makes the release messier." Wade snickered to himself, realizing how dirty that sounded but quickly regained his composure, trying to stay serious.

Logan clenches the bottle, his knuckles whitening. "Drop it." He growled.

Wade paused, his usual snark momentarily replaced with genuine concern. "You know.. It's okay to have bad days. Even for grumpy old killing machines. But drinking yourself into oblivion? That's not going to bring anybody back."

"They're all gone Wade." Logan hissed coldly. "And I'm still here. Why?"

"Because someone's gotta keep this universe together." Wade spoke softly. "And keep me company." He smiles his goofy little smile and looks at Logan, trying to get him to meet his eyes but Logan was making a clear effort to avoid his gaze.

Logan scoffs, taking a drag from his cigar. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I'm your pain in the ass. And you're stuck with me, claws and all." The two sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the world easing slightly.

Wade broke the silence first. "Now, why don't we watch something that'll cheer you up?" He grabbed the remote off the table. "I'm thinking, Golden Girls. Those old ladies really know how to party it up."

Logan finally cracked a smile, shaking his head and speaking through a chuckle. "You're insane."

"Yeah I know. You just be a good kitty and drink your whiskey and watch this super good awesome show with me because I'm your 'best bub' and you love me so much."

Logan rolled his eyes as Wade turned on Golden Girls, but he didn't protest, just took another swig of his drink and relaxed back into the couch, pulling a blanket over his lap.

The sound of the Golden Girls theme song fades into the humid apartment as the show plays on. Logan's bottle is nearly empty now, his eyes bloodshot and movements sluggish, clearly very intoxicated now. Wade is sprawled out on the couch, his feet on the coffee table beside Logan's, flipping through his phone.

"You know, Blanche really reminds me of you. All that brooding, but deep down you just want someone to cuddle."

Logan grunted, barely looking up from his bottle. "If you were anyone else I'd've gutted you by now.

"Awe, but you won't. Deep down under all the hair and muscle and adamantium there's a soft squishy little teddy bear heart."

Logan tries to glare at Wade, but his drunken state dulls the effect. He takes another swig, nearly draining the bottle.