BEST BUBS! (Deadpool x Wolverine)

Maybe

  Logan had simply gone to the bar to drink away his problems because old habits die hard.

A young lady approaches, ready for a flirt. He considers it for a moment. Then he agrees.

Wade wishes they got Logan a phone because he already called the school and the school says they haven't seen him and it's been two hours.

"What the fuck!" Wade is pacing around the apartment now in his khakis and a t-shirt.

Wade.

Fuck you.

Wade, you have to make a decision. This is the last chapter. And even if it weren't, you'd need to do something.

You created this fucked up fanfic! You should've just made it all smut and no plot, you fucking... agh!

Night came eventually and both parties rested. Exactly where we left them. Except Logan was in a woman's bed.

He turned to the woman in the morning. Disgusted as she slept. The sex did nothing for him.

Wade was on his date.

He quickly realized how it was more like an interview than a night out. And he couldn't look her in the eyes and admire her.

"You need funds for something like that, do you even have a plan?"

"I have concepts of a plan... I'm not president right now,"

Ahh, sorry I get nervous.

Vanessa goes on about why he's not ready and all things negative.

  Wade tries for her. Tries to understand why she's so critical of him. Tries to see why she wouldn't want to be with him despite his predicament. But it just doesn't make any sense.

"Do you even want me anymore?" Wade asked. He hadn't noticed he cut off whatever she was saying.

"What? Wade, cmon. We can't do this right now. Seriously. You know that, don't you?" Vanessa put her hand on his.

Wade enjoyed the comfort such a small touch gave him. But then it went away.

"Do you even want me anymore, Vanessa?"

"Wade... I just... I can't—,"

"For god's sake woman, answer the fucking question. Do you want me or not?"

She looked down, unfortunately. Giving her answer.

"Oh," Wade put his head in his hands.

"Wade," she tried.

But Wade was on his way out.

He could only guess that Logan might be at a bar or something, so he went bar hopping for a few hours. To no avail.

He walked back up the stairs to the apartment, defeated. Exhausted.

When he entered the apartment, Logan was sitting on the couch.

Neither of them even reacted to each other. Both exhausted. Wade sat next to him on the couch.

They watched TV.

Neither of them thought of starting a conflict. What they were doing right now was how it was best.

But Logan needed an answer for Beast.

He figured he'd wait a few minutes to enjoy the moment before he spoke.

"How'd it go?"

"Horrible," Wade sighed. "Where'd you go?"

"One-night stand," Logan says, taking a sip of beer.

"I hope you gave her an STD," Wade says. Out of pocket.

Logan smiles at the joke. "I hope you lost her forever," he shrugs.

  "No... it doesn't feel permanent. Just... not something I'll think about for a while."

  Wade put his hand on Logan's.

  They sat and watched the screen a bit longer.

They both thought of a future that would be comfortable without the drama of love.

Maybe the best would happen. Maybe the worst. But they'd always be close if not together.

And for two men who will live a long while. That was enough.

Plus, men don't think this much about love anyway. It was all for the plot.

Oh, I fuckin' knew it!

That night, and the next few nights they did whatever the hell they wanted. Fucked, slept, cuddled, fought, worked. In general, they don't take life seriously enough to care.

  But there would always be a maybe.

  For now, though, they're just best bubs.

  The End.