Logan's POV:
It's a cold, damp day today. I wish I didn't have to get up. The only reason I am is because I ran out of whiskey. I need whiskey.
I smirked silently as a knock bounced three times off the thick, wood door. "....Logieee" I smirked instantly but quickly pushed it away. Its Deadpool- Wade. My Wade.
I'd never let him know but he's growing on me..
My groggy, sleepy tone of voice echoed pass the door, "mm..come in...." He opened the door, a thick beam of nostalgic yellow light flashing over my face for a few moments before Wade shut the door again, sitting on the bed. "Morning..."
He greets me with a soft peck on the head like usual. For some reason, I hated when he greeted me like this - especially in public..but something deep down inside me loves it..... "Morning yourself, bub..."
Wade knew Logan called everyone 'Bub'. Actually, everyTHING. But somehow, Wade didn't even know himself, it always felt different when he was called it.
I dont even know how I got feelings for this mutt, but I still did. I hate myself for it, I always have and always will.
Wade's POV:
I instantly sat beside him, breathing in his scent: whiskey and cigars- it's my new faverouite scent.
"...your freezing, baby.."
It's rare that Logan called him 'baby' but Wade did it all the time and Logan LOVED it. He always kept it secret, gaslighting himself to believe he didnt. Deadpool never hid it though, embracing it even. As the two cuddled, gaining warmth, Logan spoke up to Wades comment.
"Yeah, yeah, I know.... You should put more layers on, bub. You'll freeze."
Wade snickered slightly
"Says you! You're just in your boxers! ..although I do not mind that one bit..."
Logan glared at him, smirking slightly, a look that Wade knew all too well. A look that made the blood run down South instantly.
"Don't give me that look~"
"What? Just because your a kinky assnut?" Logan sniggered at his comment and so did Wade. Mabey the did like their reality after all...
"Right, well.. I'm gonna go make some breakfast. Want any??"
" I'll take some waffles.. " Logan replied hungrily.
I remember grinning stupidly as an idea popped in my abnormally sexy head "..and what's the magic word..?"
Logan groaned and put his face in the crook of my neck. "Do I have too...?!"
"Yes! "I yelled back
" .........please...? "
I grinned wider and got up, practically bouncing as I walked to the kitchen, head high. And high on wee-
WADE WILSON!
What?! You make me say it!
.....hush, hush the people cant know....
