Dinner Date pt 2

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~Flashback~
Logan checked his pockets to make sure he had everything, wallet, keys, phone, and the ring.

Back to present.~

Before he...cleared his throat, causing Wade to turn around, to see Logan on one knee.
"Wade Winston Wilson,"
Wade covers his mouth with his hand,
"Motherfucker..."
He thinks to himself, as Logan continues.
"I love you so fucking much and im not good at these speeches but...will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"
Logan looked up at the man, smiling, was he nervous? Abso-fucking-lutely, he was shitting literal bricks. But when he saw Wade tear up and outstretch his left hand, it all faded away.
"Of fucking course i will you ape."
Wade, once Logan had put the ring on, enveloped him in a hug.
Logan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Motherfucker, i was meant to propose!"
"Well, look whose the 'top' now huh?"
"Yeah yeah..."

Blind Al:
"Not the first time I wish I was deaf instead of blind."

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Poor Al, the things she's heard but never seen.

Anyway, sorry it's short, I got kinda bored, i may redo this one or update it!
and I'll write a Christmas one to post on the 25th!
Hope you enjoyed!
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