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Summary: With an upcoming job interview your nerves were frazzled. You had support from your roommate Jessica but you still feel as though you could break. You come across Wade Wilson aka Deadpool whose antics prove to be a little too much for you. However, there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Logan...what a man.

Warnings: Swearing, Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers (my bad), mutual pining, tension, flirting, pet names (princess, baby, etc.) reader goes by the nickname Cinna-bun (mostly by Wade), anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of cocaine, pain kink (Logan has a pain kink in EVERY universe, I don't make the rules), Logan talks you through it (based off THIS tweet oh my GOOOOOD 🥵), pussy licking (man's a MUNCH), blowjob, p in v sex, creampie (wrap it before you hit), fourth wall breaking (this is Deadpool we're talking about), lemme know if I missed others!

WC: 21k (A fucking record for me!)

Authors Notes: FUCK ME the amount of time I put into this MONTHS! Writers block was KILLING ME! But thank you to @hellfire--cult for encouraging me, beta reading for me, and the support, I love you girl! 💗

P.S: YA'LL BETTER REBLOG THIS SHIT, I PUT IN WORK!

“Let's see, darks next.” Mumbling to yourself as you remove your light clothes from one of the dryers in your apartment building to your laundry basket, you add your darks as your next load to dry, “There we go!” Starting the dryer, you sit on one of the benches in the laundry room, letting out a breath of relaxation.

Laundry wasn't the most exciting chore to do, but you had a job interview in two weeks, so you wanted to at least set some clean, nice-looking dress clothes aside so you'd be prepared.

You've been practicing interview questions with your roommate, Jessica, for days; she's been a great help in boosting your confidence.

For all the confidence you feel, you can't help but feel underlying anxiety threatening to overtake your newfound confidence.

What if you mess up?

What if your anxiety gets the better of you?

What if they refuse?

You can't let Jess down!

A commotion to your right breaks you out of your thoughts with a loud, “Fuck!” Coming out of his mouth as he dropped his two laundry baskets.

You can only view his side profile; from what you gathered, he seemed to be terribly burnt; thank heavens he is alive.

“Stupid machine!” The scarred man kicked the machine harshly, leaving a dent from his shoe.

Carefully, you got up and gently tapped the man on his shoulder, “Excuse me,” you said calmly, hoping to relax the man.

The burnt man turned to face you, his eyebrows, or lack thereof, shot up in surprise. “That machine is no good; I've told the landlord already to fix that one.” You paused and shrugged your shoulders; the man seemed to gather that the landlord hadn't completed his obligation.

“You're better off using these sets next to mine,” You point to the washer and dryer set next to your active ones, “I used them last week, they're good!” You continued sounding bubbly, hoping to crack a smile on the man.

You were successful in your endeavor, and the man beamed at you, “Well, aren't you a sweet thing!” He grabs your face and gently squishes your cheeks.

“My name is Wade Wilson!” He introduces himself while you do the same as he releases your face.

“Pleasure to meet you, Wade.” You smile, helping to carry one of his laundry baskets to the empty machines to your left.

Setting it down gently, you ask with a grin, “What do you normally wash first, Wade?”

“Uh…all of it?” Wade scratches his head sheepishly, giggling at his ignorance.

Looking closer at his baskets, you're astonished to see both baskets mixed with lights and darks.

“Oh, Wade, you must separate your darks and lights.” You explain to him kindly, seeing his eyes light up in realization.

“Is that why Blind Al's thongs turned pink when I washed them?!” He gasps as he remembers the last time he did laundry.

Blind Al? A roommate, you assume.

“Now you know the proper way to do laundry. Hopefully, now you won't turn your underwear pink.” You let out a giggle at his previous blunder.

Wade can't help but laugh along with you, “I guess I do,” he starts separating his clothes with your assistance, and in less than 5 minutes, you're done.

“Now, which do you want washed first?” you ask again.

“Darks,” he answers almost immediately.

“Okay, darks then,” you unload his darks, which only contained a red, black, very familiar suit, and a mask with large blood stains. You have an inkling who Wade is, a feeling in your gut, but you'd rather hear it from him, so you decide to wait until he tells you.

“Thank you, sweet pea, now park your cute cinna-buns down, I can do the rest.” Wade winks at you as you sit back down on the bench. Once Wade has finished putting the soap in and turning the machine to the correct setting, he sits beside you, curious about your life.

He immediately hits you with a barrage of questions about your life, where you were from, why you came here, what you do for work, whether you have a roommate, what you look for in a man, and all those inquiries.

Once you give Wade as thorough an explanation as possible, his eyes light up with joy and a peculiar knowing glint, “You're getting that job! And you will find a man! Wait till you meet my other roomie, Logan! He'll adore you!”

That's how you found yourself outside Wade’s apartment door once he'd helped you take your laundry to your apartment; After quick introductions with him and Jess, he was surprised to know how close you are, “How did I NOT know that a precious angel was living so close to me!?”

An angel? You could almost laugh at that.

Wade takes out the keys to his apartment and unlocks the door, which wasn't opened up even halfway when he yelled, “Althea! Logan! I've come bearing gifts!” Wade puts an arm around your tense shoulder, and he whispers in your ear, “Relax, they'll love you.”

You’ve never been good with meeting new people; it's always drained you, made you anxious, and made you want to hide and avoid it all. Uncomfortable situations help you grow, with quiet acceptance of that fact, and the inevitable meeting, you take a much-needed deep breath, “Okay,” you nod to Wade, signaling you are ready.

A blind, elderly woman enters your line of sight first from the kitchen, yelling back at Wade’s comment while walking toward the commotion, “Is it disco dust?! I'm still shaking like an angry vibrator!” The topic of her outburst, cocaine of all things, made you cover your face as laughter fell joyfully from your face; maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Wade smiles and introduces you once Althea gets closer, “She lives in apartment 15! An angel has been living among us this whole time. How could I be such a-”

“Dumbass,” Althea interrupts with a brazen retort sporting a grin, “it's nice to meet you.” Al holds out her hand.

“It's lovely to meet you as well,” returning her handshake, you can't help but smile.

A tiny yip below your form draws your attention, a dog that resembles a rat wags her tail excitedly, happy to meet a new friend. Wade scoops her in his arms, “And this is Mary Puppins! She's-” Wade was interrupted this time by Mary Puppins licking his face, her large tongue lapping away happily.

“Damn dog is a God-send.” Al chimes again, this time from the dog, effectively shutting Wade up. “Excuse me, suga. I'm fixing up some coffee. Would you like a cup?” She asks kindly.

“Thank you, I'd love a cup. Would you like help?” You offer, sympathetic for her plight.

“No, thank you, suga. I may not look like it, but I can handle myself.”

“She can,” Wade agrees, Mary Puppins ceasing her assault on his face, “one hit to the nuts with her cane, there, and you'll be on the ground for days.” Wade points to the offending item in question, placing the small dog down.

“I barely hit you, Wade,” Al argued, turning away back to the kitchen, cane first, “and you were down for two minutes at most.”

“My poor balls!” Wade cries out, remembering the pain.

“Wade, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Another figure speaks, entering the living room, making you look curiously.

“I sure don't, peanut.”

The tall man is muscular, sporting a white tank top with a red plaid short-sleeved shirt on top, his large biceps wrapped tightly on the edge of his sleeves; large, prominent veins peek out from under said sleeves. He is also wearing a pair of jeans that hug his strong thighs. "Hi," he rumbles, walking toward you, "I'm Logan." He says once he's in front of you. Eying you up and down, Logan introduces himself in possibly the sexist voice you'd ever heard.

“H-hi, n-nice to meet you,” you feel your cheeks heat up and your spine tingle with an imperceptible shiver as you respond politely, swallowing a wad of saliva. Your heartbeat quickens slightly under his heated gaze.

Logan, of course, noticed the shiver and heard your heartbeat speed up unbeknownst to you. Even though you'd just met, knowing he affected you pleased him immensely; he grins, the lines on his face resembling parentheses on the sides of his mouth. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Wade looks between the two of you, sporting the mother of all smiles, he yells, “Al? Is the coffee ready?”

Althea calls from the kitchen, “No! Five more minutes!”

Just like that, the moment between you and Logan broke like the slightest sound breaking the silence of an animal on the hunt for prey.

Averting your gaze from Logan's dazzling hazel irises, you clear your throat as Wade speaks again, “Well, honey, your beverage is almost done! TO THE KITCHEN!” He points to the destination dramatically like a superhero. The sudden shift in his voice startled you, making you jump slightly as you unconsciously moved closer to Logan, gently touching his forearm with the pads of your fingertips, careful not to invade his personal space.

Picking up on your unnerved countenance, Logan's large hand lightly takes yours, “He does shit like that sometimes, it's okay. He's an annoying prick.” Logan explains Like this is a casual, everyday thing, Wade gasps dramatically.

“How DARE you! I won't be touching you tonight!” He huffs, walking towards the kitchen.

“Idiot,” Logan comments on his friend with annoyance and fondness in his tone. “Coffee?” He asks, wanting to make sure you're well.

“Yes, please.” You smile, calmness overtaking you.

Logan leads you to the kitchen, kindness radiating off of his form. Reaching their table, he pulls out a chair for you, releasing your hand, “Here ya go.”

“Thank you,” you take your seat. Logan pushes your chair closer to the table as he plops himself on the chair to your right.

“Ya got a roommate?” He inquires, elbow resting on the table, his face resting on his palm as he faces you to his right. Turning your head to face Logan, you remark, “Yes! Her name is Jessica, Jess for short! Best roommate a girl could have!” Simply talking about how wonderful and accommodating Jess has been for you since you moved in with her made you beam with admiration and fondness. “Jess took up extra shifts at her job at the bakery down the street so we'd have enough money for rent until I get a job. The rent prices these days are insane!” Even though Logan hasn't been in this universe long, he's familiar with prices increasing for God-knows-whatever reason. He's lived long enough to see it happen decade after decade.

“Coffees ready, Cinna-bun! Come get it!” Wade summons you from the fully percolated coffee. “Motherfucker if you don't take her coffee over yourself-” Al sasses, reminding Wade to have manners.

“Alright! Fine!” Wade rolls his eyes in annoyance, “Do you want creamer?” He asks as he sees your face.

“Yes, ple– wait! Logan, do you want anything?” you ask.

Have you always been so considerate? Logan wonders before giving Wade his request, “Wade, beer.” “What's the magic word, peanut?”

“Fuck off.”

“You're welcome, honey badger.” Wade playfully blows Logan a kiss..

Three mugs of steaming hot coffee plus a bottle of creamer were placed on the table in their designated places, Logan's beer being the last placed on the table by Wade, giving the scowling man a grin– you gather this is the nature of their friendship.

Logan places his hand on your knee, giving you support while taking a swig of his beer. He wants the physical contact.

Once everyone was seated and creamer was added, Althea was the first to question you, “So how did you meet Wade, suga?”

Taking a sip of your cream-filled coffee, you respond, “We met in the laundry room. I was adding my last load into the dryer. Wade was trying to get the broken machine to work, but I showed him the machine that worked next to the ones I was using. Speaking of Wade, do you have a time frame to go back down there and get your mask and suit? I don't want it to shrink,” you ask kindly.

Wade nods with a bubbly grin, “Of course, Cinna-bun! I'm Deadpool, I know my suit better than anyone, honey badger over there is a close second.” he sends Logan a wink, making him roll his eyes, “Wolvie has put more holes in me than I care to count!” Your suspicions were correct– Wade is Deadpool, and Logan is The Wolverine, “I see.” You nod, your eyes widening marginally. The revelation made goosebumps pebble against your skin, you pray Logan doesn't notice, his hand still on your knee.

He does notice, his face splits into a grin, taking another swig of his beer.

Taking the final sip of your coffee, placing it on the table, you ask Wade, “Do you need help with your laundry?”

Glancing at his imaginary watch on his wrist, Wade says, “Yes, Cinna-bun! Time to hit the road!” He stands up, cleaning both of your coffee mugs.

Turning to face Logan, you ask him, “Will I see you again?” Fighting the urge to avoid his intense gaze, his hazel eyes once again meet yours. “Of course, princess.” He grins, sending you a wink while finishing the remaining drops of his beer. His wink traveled to your stomach; it does a flip on contact. He called you "princess", goosebumps erupted up your neck. “Cool! So I-I'll see you then! Take care, Althea!” Smiling, you stand up and exit the kitchen, feeling oddly hot all of a sudden, following closely behind a giggling Wade.

Once you were out of his apartment, you asked Wade, “What are you giggling about?”

“It's nothing, let's go!” You head down to the laundry room, bewilderment etched on your face.

“Good work, Logan. I'm blind and even I can see you're taken with suga,” Athea laughs, their small but mighty interactions she found cute.

Logan groans in annoyance, sitting back in his chair as Al’s words ring in his ears, as much as he'd liked to deny it, thoughts of you swim in his brain, making him grin, though he barely knows you, you'd just met, yet he has an intense desire to know you…and he will, he'll make sure of that. “She's,” he paused, trying to find the right words, his mind zooming a thousand miles. a minute, “fuck she's beautiful.”

Althea grins, “Well, a beauty like her can only be single for so long. Hurry and make your move before someone else snatches her up.” She stands to clean the empty coffee maker.

Logan knows she's correct, so he works his brain overtime to prevent someone else from having you– the thought made his claws threaten to come out.

“I'm working on it.”

In the laundry room, you and Wade have taken out and examined his Deadpool suit, along with the mask. Both items are blood-free and fresh-smelling. He places the items in the dryer, setting the timer for 10 minutes. “My wittle Wolvie is growing up!” Wade remarks, wiping away tears mockingly.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

Wade sighs, “I'll have to spell it out for you, brace yourself.”

Playing along, you grasp Wade's shoulder, tensing your muscles in preparation. “Go ahead.” “Logan wants to take you!” Wade exclaims, happily.

“Where?” You question, blinking up at Wade, a clueless expression on your face.

Wade scoffs, “To your bedroom, the man wants your kitty cat, Cinna-bun!”

“He does?” While the information makes you happy, you still can't help but doubt it. What could a man like Logan see in you?

Wade's shoulders slump. Were you really this oblivious? “I am 100% convinced that if Al and I weren't there, he'd fuck you everywhere in our apartment, from the couch, to the kitchen, to the bathroom, and the bedroom.”

You were flabbergasted, reeling in this newfound information with your hand to your temple, “That's unbelievable. A handsome man like Logan is interested in me?” The thought alone was preposterous to you.

“Oh, I know my honey badger, more importantly, in my line of work, I know how men think. He. Wants. You. And he's got it bad.”

Feeling a blush creep up your face, you say. “I-I do believe you.” Taking a moment to pause, you ask him, “What do I do?”

“He'll make the first move,” Wade says with a confidence that seems almost otherworldly.

“Uh, okay?”

Wade pats your head, ruffling your hair a bit, “Don't worry your pretty little head, things are going to work out exactly as they're supposed to.” For reasons you don't understand, you trusted Wade's instincts.

The ten-minute timer rings to life, and Wade takes his damp suit and mask off, no longer soaking wet. “I hang these bad boys so they don't shrink. I don't need any more help. You should head back to Jess, do more interview prep, oh, by the way, where are you applying?”

“2nd and Charles, the bookstore a few blocks away.” You say. Wade is right, you have responsibilities to take care of. Turning to walk back to your apartment, you smile warmly at Wade, “Thank you for your kindness, Wade.”

Wade could melt at your politeness. “Get out of here before I hug you and never let you go! Logan will seriously hurt me if he sees that.”

With that, you take your leave, heading toward your apartment.

Upon entering your apartment, you take a glance at the couch, “Jess?” You call out.

Peeking her head out from the kitchen, she smiles, “Hey, you! Welcome back! Glad you made a new friend!”

Smiling back at her, you walk to the kitchen. “Wade is kind, but he can be a bit much.” You scratch your head as you chuckle softly.

“From what I saw, yeah, Wade's kind, but you need someone that moves at your pace, ya know? Patient, kind, and not too,” Jess dramatically gestures around her, “much.” She finishes.

Without warning, you find your face warming up with a grin as you avert your gaze; Jess lights up, picking up on your budding crush. “Oh my God! You met someone, didn't you!?” Clasping her hands with yours, she squeals in delight.

“Y-yeah, he's pretty great! At least that's my impression of him!” You laugh along with her.

“Who is he? Where does he work? Does he have a big dick?” You almost choked on your spit with her last question, “Sorry!” She apologized.

“Jess, I still don't know much about him. I want to take my time and get to know him. His name is Logan, he's Wade's roommate.”

“Ohhh! The tall hunk with muscles on his muscles?” Jess beams. “I've seen him a couple of times, girl, you chose a hottie!”

“Hottie with a body.” You can't help but add shyly.

“Well, I'm rooting for you both, and you're getting better with interview prep!”

Anxiety and nausea rise unpleasantly in your gut as you swallow heavily, “Right.”

Jess claps her hands on your shoulders, “You got this! I know you can do it! You're so much stronger than you think you are!” Her encouragement puts your anxiety at ease; it's still there, but in remission, so to speak.

“Thanks, Jess. I think you might be right!” Hyping yourself up, you leap gently like a boxer, floating like a butterfly.

“That's the spirit! Now sit, it was my turn to make dinner. How does Salmon Alfredo speak to you?” Jess asks with knowing excitement, aware that's one of your favorite dishes.

Your stomach growled on command, "It sounds like it's begging to be in my gut.”

“Like Logan!” She teases with a smirk, causing your stomach to flip.

“Sh-shut up!” Your face heats up, but a grin pulls at your face nonetheless. Once dinner was made you both eat your Alfredo in peace, and go to sleep just as.

A week passed with consistent invitations to either Wade's apartment or yours, with the promise of tea, coffee, video games, and the occasional pastry, staying as long as possible.

You and Jess were getting to know Logan, Wade, and Althea better; you were especially getting to know Logan in a much better way. He extended his adamantium claws to you, letting you see how dangerous he can be. Though frightening, you couldn't help but find them fascinating. Logan could slice someone to ribbons if he so desired. He even let you touch them, and you did with touches as light as a feather.

You also realized that being a mutant must come with heavy burdens and fears, along with prejudice over something that's quite literally built into their DNA; they didn't ask to be mutants, nor have incredible abilities.

Logan finds you utterly adorable and looks forward to all interactions with you. The way you carry yourself, so feminine, so kind, yet you are also too nice for your own good, a people pleaser. This makes him wonder who the hell is going to take care of you and your needs? When are you going to get the care you rightfully deserve from a man? When he thinks it could be him, warmth blossoms in his heart.

Between the longing looks, the teasing flirtation, and the lingering touches. You can't help the desire to stay that comes when you have to go back to your home, often leaving Wade's apartment with a persistent need to be near Logan.

It was Monday morning the next week, the daily hangouts at Wade's and your apartments still in full swing, along with your upcoming interview approaching. Both you and Jess awoke to the sound of knocking on your apartment door. Dressed in your mint green and Jess’s pink robes, you leave your respective rooms. You both approach the door, peeking into the peephole, and you're relieved to see Wade on the other side with a grin.

“Oh! Jess, it's Wade!” You open up the door, and both you and Jess sport smiles.

“Good morning, ladies!” Wade greets, “Al would like to know if both of you would join us for coffee and tea?”

You giggle, turning to Jess, “How ‘bout it?”

Her grin is as bright as the morning sun over the horizon. “Let’s go!”

“Great!” Wade claps his hands as you and Jess put on your shoes.

“Wade, do you even have tea?” You ask kindly.

Wade's jaw drops, wracking his brain to see if he could remember if he even had tea; he concluded he did not. “Bring some tea, please!” he pleaded.

This time, you depart for the kitchen and grab a box of your favorite blueberry tea and Jess’s favorite vanilla. Back at the door, you're cradling the boxes to your chest. “Let's head out!”

“Logan, Al, I've got Cinna-bun and Jess!” Wade announces from the doorway that both you and Jess should step inside.

Logan is the first to approach with a yawn. His hair disheveled and unruly from his evening, he addresses you first, “Morning."

“G-good morning, Logan.” You smile shyly, your stomach a mess of butterflies.

“Good to see ya!” Jess says with bubbly excitement. Logan nods a silent greeting, finding her far less annoying than Wade… in fact, no one is as annoying and ridiculous as Wade.

How she manages to be so outgoing so soon after she woke up, or in general, you'll never know.

Wade wraps his arms around both your and Jess's shoulders. “I’m so glad I met you guys!”

Logan groans in annoyance, he feels like he's getting a headache,“Wade, it's too early in the morning for you to be this obnoxious."

“May I head to the kitchen?” Jess asks.

“Yeah, head up those stairs!” Wade spoke, gesturing to the kitchen.

Jess does just that, the destination short but sweet, Wade following suit after catching a glimpse of your shy flirtation, and Logan grinning mischievously, his eyes soft.

“So,” You clear your throat, taking a strand of your hair and twist it, “did you sleep well?”

Logan chuckles, running his fingers through his hair. “I think my bed head should be an indication.”

Chuckling back, you say in a soft pitch. “Glad you slept well, then.”

Logan leads you to the couch, taking a seat, patting the spot next to him. You take your seat to the left of him, being so close to him that you take in his musky scent, a scent similar to the forest mixed with Eucalyptus; the aroma exhilarating. Logan, being the Wolverine, has a sense of smell that could rival a bloodhound's; from the moment you met he took in your scent, already finding it alluring to him. Clean, with a potent combination of your floral perfume, like you take pride in your personal hygiene. Without noticing, you had Logan under your spell.

“So Logan,” you start, choosing your words carefully, “what do you do for work? If you don't mind my asking,” looking at his rippling arm muscles, you can't help but wonder how they'd feel wrapped around you… or your neck.

“Construction,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “nothing exciting.”

“Do you tell ‘em what to do?” Curiosity laced in your voice.

Logan flexes a very large bicep, hugged tightly in his nightshirt, “Care to feel for yourself, princess?” He smirks flirtatiously, “This doesn't just happen from giving orders.”

With a shy hesitation, you grab hold of his bicep, firm with strength that no one can deny; your tongue peeks out, slowly tracing your bottom lip, followed by a bite. “Whoa.” You cleared your throat, trying and failing at attempting to hide your husky voice.

Logan can feel his heart thundering against his adamantium skeleton, your reaction eliciting goosebumps to erupt up his neck. You were truly someone mysterious.

“Coffee and tea are ready, come and get them!” Wade and Jess shout in unison from the kitchen; unbeknownst to you and Logan, they were watching you both, much to the annoyance of Al.

“They're so fucking cute!” Jess squeals in happiness.

“Aren't they?!” Wade agrees, “Match made in Google Docs!”

Al chimes in, “The budding love birds flirting? We all know how they're starting to feel about each other.” Al reaches into her cabinets, taking five coffee mugs out.

Logan takes your hand and heads to the kitchen. “Tea or coffee this time?” “Tea.” You smile fondly at him.

In the kitchen, everyone is seated, and tea bags are placed in their respective places a long with coffee. Two spots are open next to each other.

How convenient.

Taking your seat, you place your tea bag in the scalding water. Logan's seated to your left this time, he sends you a wink before taking your hand from underneath the table, intertwining your fingers; perfectly woven together like a tapestry, the sensation making you giddy.

Logan's nostrils expand, the sweet scent of blueberries invading his senses pleasantly.

“Blueberry, this morning?” He voiced, the scent strong yet delicious.

“Yup!” You say cheerfully, “It's my favorite!”

“Why?” Logan asks. Raising an eyebrow.

“Because it takes me back to my childhood.”

“Oh?” Now he's intrigued.

“When I was little, I LOVED blueberry muffins, and I still do. Whenever my mom would bake them in the mornings, I knew no matter how badly the day turned out, I'd have something sweet at home to bring me comfort. The smell of blueberries, tart and sweet. The muffin mix, the anticipation of them being out of the oven, and finally their delicious taste!” You have a reminiscing smile on your face, memories, both good and bad, brought to the surface of your mind.

“Sounds like a good memories.” He grins, his voice sounding fond.

“I love muffins to this day! And baking things is fun too! Granted, I'm not as good as my mother," you continue to speak, your eyes deep in the feeling of nostalgia. Logan can't help but find you radiant.

Logan chuckles, something blossoming in his heart he doesn't recognize. “Maybe I should try and bake something," he says absentmindedly, not thinking too deeply into it.

Wade suddenly beams at the idea, "Logan, I want your cake! Oh, and I want you to bake me something too! As long as you don't burn down Als' apartment!" Logan groans; the idea is repulsive to him.

"Hell no," he deadpans, Wade managing to ruin an idea before it was fully formed.

Wade turns to you, “Will you bake me something, Cinna-bun?” he pouts like a child being left out of something.

You couldn't help but giggle, “I'll make each of you something, name it and it's done."

“A DICK CAKE! With cream-filled frosting!” Wade shouts his first thought without thinking it through, Jess doubles just over in laughter, nearly spitting out her tea.

“Wade...” In his tone alone, you can hear Logan call Wade an idiot.

Al shakes her head, sharing Logan's sentiments.

You hesitate, “Uh,” how do you respond to that?

“I'm kidding!” Wade quickly takes back his earlier statement, seeing your face growing in distress.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, and Jess eventually stops laughing, her breathing more relaxed, “Wade, you're fucking hilarious!” She says, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Thanks,” Wade beams at Jess, happy he's made a friend who appreciates his humor.

Removing the tea bag from your cup, you add an adequate amount of sugar to your liking, along with honey, stirring it and taking a careful sip to not burn yourself while swallowing the warm blueberry liquid going down your esophagus. “Delicious!” You beam, sighing in contentment.

“I'm glad,” Logan says, his eyes glinting with something he doesn't recognize.

“Are you going to drink something this morning, Logan?” You ask, turning your attention back to him.

“Don't want anything.” He shrugs, his lips puckering slightly.

“He's a party pooper,” Wade comments yet again, a teasing smile on his face.

“Shut up, Wade.” Logan retorts.

“Make me, Wolvie!” he sends Logan a wink, causing the Wolverine to flip him off once more.

Another giggle escapes your lips as you take another sip of tea. You don't know when it happened exactly, but you managed to make new friends who care about you. Two mutants and an elderly blind woman; the two former were regarded as less than human and feared strictly because of something built into their DNA. The more you sipped your tea, you couldn't help but wonder, will prejudice and bigotry ever end over things people didn't ask to have or have anyone control of? The existential question causes anxiety to flare inside your gut.

“I think I'd like some Blueberry muffins,” Logan states, making the anxiety inside you subside marginally.

Telling him about your childhood, you didn't think you'd made an impact on him enough to want blueberry muffins, from you of all people, feeling your face heat up, a smile comes with it, “I'll make you some, then. I promise."

“Great,” Logan says, his smile genuine, looking forward to the tasty pastry baked by you.

“Still want my penis cake,” Wade speaks lowly in a barely contained whisper.

Jess inquires of Wade, “Wade, what do you do for work?”

Al quips, “Hes a mooch. I cover for his ass on rent,”

“Althea, be nice or I'll hide your blood pressure medication again,” Wade says, entirely serious.

“You Mother—! Lord, PLEASE finish off this man!” Al sends a prayer to the heavens.

“God's not listening,” Wade singsongs, “anyway I'm a mercenary, people call me the 'Merc with the mouth.'”

“They weren't kidding,” Logan remarks with a smirk, “I don't know if it's possible to shut you up.”

“Maybe if my mouth was full.” Wade wiggles his non-existent eyebrows suggestively, directed at Logan, wanting a certain part of Logan's body in his mouth.

You giggle, and Logan sighs while shaking his head. It's too early in the morning for Wade's games…or any time of day.

“A mercenary? Cool!” Jess finally says, “kicking ass and taking names!”

“Most of the time I run out of ass.” Wade quips, Jess laughs once more.

While you found the conversation at the table easy and flowed like water, your earlier anxiety gradually got stronger and stronger. You didn't notice it, but Jess does, seeing the jitters on your face, and takes immediate action.

“Excuse me, do you guys have a quiet place for me and my roomie to retreat to? I need to talk to her about something."

Al is the first to speak, being that it's her apartment, "Down the hall, first to the right. It's the only bedroom we have.”

You look at Jess, confusion etched in your face, but get up from the table nonetheless, “Excuse me,” you pardon yourself to walk with Jess.

Making it to the bedroom, Jess plops down on the bed. “You're in a panic.” The statement was blunt yet no less factual.

It suddenly hits you full force.

The job interview.

Meeting new people.

Being vulnerable in front of them.

The uncertainty of the future.

Your breathing started to become more difficult as your heart pounded in your chest. You remain rooted to the floor; you couldn't move.

“Hang on! I'll be right back!” Jess gently brushes past you and back to the kitchen.

You had no idea what she was doing; you couldn't concentrate as you carefully moved to sit on the bed.

The cool fabric of the comforter brought a small amount of comfort, ironically. You weren't aware of how much time had passed or even if it had passed; you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your frame. The side of your face met what seemed to be a hard wall wrapped in a pajama shirt, “Everything is okay…” He whispers, his voice even and steady, reassuring you that you're okay and that you're safe.

“L-Logan?” you stammer, your voice shaking with anxiety.

“Shh, it's me, take some deep breaths with me.” He inhales for four seconds, holds for four seconds, then exhales for four seconds, the weight of his body covering you like a blanket.

You, knowing the exercises follow his movements, listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You didn't just do the breathing; you focused on the fabric of his shirt, how soft it is, what kind of material it is, and whether it is cool on him. If so, is it cool enough for him? Does he feel comfortable wearing it? Anything and all things to help stop your spiraling thoughts.

Eventually, your breathing started to become steadier, your heart rate was decreasing, and you felt your shaking dissipate. Another panic attack passed without much damage.

You were exhausted, lethargic, and much too embarrassed to look up at Logan; having a panic attack was something you wanted to hide from, not just from him, your disability upsetting.

“I get them too,” he says, and you perk up, looking at him in surprise. You'd never expect a big, strong man like Logan to have panic attacks.

“You do?” Your voice is small and vulnerable. Logan, seeing you in such a state, fully realizes that he wants to protect you. From the world, the people in it, and even yourself.

He nods, “I've lived a life most only can dream of, seen a lot of death, my mutation enhancement procedure… It's hell.” He finishes, not wanting to delve deeper into the topic.

“Wow…” it hits you, he does have this problem, significantly worse than you. Even if it's only words and your company, you want to let him know you're here for him, “Logan, I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry too,” he holds you against him a little tighter, tucking you safely away from the world, “no one deserves this.” he wouldn't wish this on his worst enemy, and he's made plenty of enemies in his life.

You nod your head against his chest, agreeing with him completely, “It is hell– but how did–”

“Jess came back into the kitchen in her little panic, stuttering her words and pointing to the bedroom. I managed to put two and two together and gathered you were in some sort of trouble.”

“So you,” you paused, feeling numerous emotions at once, “you came to my rescue?”

“‘Course I did, couldn't just let you suffer by yourself in here.” He rubs soothing circles against your waist.

Tears well up in your eyes, some fall lightly against his shirt, “Thank you, Logan. Thank you so much.”

Logan smiles; he was successful in calming you down. “Anytime, I'm here for you if you need me. And as much of an annoyance he is, Wade's here too.”

"I'm here for you, too. I hope you know that, Logan. I'm glad you know what it's like. Panic attacks can be so terrifying. I hate them." Even though you spoke in a mumble, your words carry so much power. The overwhelming sincerity in your words made Logan lightheaded, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. To mask the effect you have on him, he subtly inhales your scent, the familiar scent of your shampoo overtaking his senses, and his body relaxes. He hums softly, acknowledging your words.

A small paw scratching your leg makes you look down. Mary Puppins lets out a small whine, "Seems like she got concerned, too." Logan chuckles; the sound reverberates, trembling your body. You gasp happily, ignoring the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, "Hello, Mary Puppins!" maneuvering, you pick her up and press her against your chest, "happy to see you check on me too." you cooed as the dog licked your face, mindful of that you move your head to the side, her large tongue missing your face.

"Perhaps she sensed your distress," Logan theorized, smiling at the dog's gesture.

"It's possible," you agreed, "dogs have that ability."

"Is it everything happening all at once taking its toll on you?" he asks, curious to know the cause of your attack.

"Yeah, the job search, meeting you guys, not that that was bad, it just still got to me. It's a lot, you know?" You put Mary puppins down after she started making movements to be placed back down.

"Well, like I said, all of us are here for you," he reminds you, "this is a safe place for you."

You didn't realize you needed to hear this, exhaling a breath you didn't know you were holding, and a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. "Thank you," you voice your gratitude once more, truly thankful you have another safe space to breathe and fully relax.

"You're welcome," Logan says, "I just hope you can put up with Wade's nonsense."

"I resent that!!" a voice yells from outside the bedroom door, the kitchen, to be precise, Wade playfully being offended.

A giggle moves passed your lips, "You two are close."

"Not by choice. The prick dragged me across the multiverse to save this world."

You'd heard the rumors, seen the news stories, yet hearing it confirmed widened your eyes, "Holy shit."

"Yep," he smiles.

"What was your life like before you met Wade?" You'd wondered this if Wade dragged him from his world: was his life different before they met? The same?

You would get your answer.

Logan's expression darkens, his eyes becoming distant and regretful, "Pretty much the same except," he pauses, gulping down a wad of spit, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "I was responsible for the deaths of the X-Men." his voice trembles, breaking as though he'd start crying any moment.

"Logan.." It was your turn to hug him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "It's okay, please tell me what happened." You gently probed, wanting him to continue.

"I was out at a bar getting shitfaced. The Humans came to Charles School and—" tears fall from his eyes.

You could guess what had happened, the same thing that always happens with such bigotry in the world. "They got them…" you added, your voice trembling with anguish.

Logan nods, "By the time I got back, it was too late… all of them dead. Children, too." The memories made him shake with tears.

"Logan…" What do you say to that? How can you comfort him? Can you bring him comfort? What can you possibly do to ease his pain?

"The memories still hurt, but I've forgiven myself; Wade helped me with that."

"He did?" That seemed like an oddity; Wade hardly ever takes things seriously.

"Or, to be more technical, I discovered it saving this universe. Wade and I were prepared to die for this world; that's when I finally let it go."

You maneuver to look into his solemn eyes, "Logan, you're amazing. You're still a hero. You still matter, I'm sure they would tell you that. Your X-Men loved you."

Logan smiles through his tears, "I know they would."

"And they wouldn't have blamed you either," you say in a firm yet gentle voice, you were certain of this. The X-Men were more than just heroes; they were a family, understanding each other in ways no one else in the world could. Your words put Logan's heart at ease; though he'd forgiven himself, he didn't know he needed to hear your words.

"Yeah. Maybe." Logan holds you impossibly closer against him, the emotion he hasn't recognized becoming stronger, more intense.

"I'm happy you were able to find it within you to forgive yourself, even if it was on the verge of death." You were sincere, completely honest. Forgiveness is no easy feat, even for yourself.

"Me too. For a long time, I felt I didn't deserve it. Now, at last, I feel like I do." Logan's hazel eyes shine bright with freedom. Free from the guilt eating away at him for who knows how long. Without thinking or planning it, he lifts your chin and kisses you, a slow yet soft kiss that makes heat form in your core.

Your eyes widen, kissing back instantly. He hums against your lips, the taste of your strawberry chapstick on his mouth. It gradually builds up in intensity, lips moving sloppily against each other, your tongues meet and circle each other, and a soft moan escapes you. By the time you break apart for air, Logan attempts to mask his flustered arousal. He cleared his throat, his eyes glistening with promise, "Now I'll do whatever it takes to protect this world and the people in it." his voice is firm with conviction, eyes locked on you, holding you firmly against him. A vow sealed with a kiss.

"You guys still alive in here?" Wade peeks his head in the doorway, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I beg your pardon!" He playfully covers his eyes, running away, giggling like he'd seen two people fucking.

"Dammit, Wade." Logan chuckles, and you laugh also.

"He's fun to be around," you comment. Wade's antics, you're becoming accustomed to.

"Depending on what you view as fun," he counters.

"Good point." You couldn't argue with that. Wade's definition of 'fun' can border on the dangerous side, depending on the circumstances. "Shall we head back out there in case they check for our dead bodies?" you joked, an amused smile on your face.

Logan reluctantly lets you go, placing you back on the bed, "I suppose," he's annoyed, irritated, missing your warmth, your mouth, longing for it that's damn-near possessive.

Unbeknownst to Logan, you feel the same, the unyielding need threatening to take over. "Alright." You proceed to head out the bedroom door before you act on your feelings, Logan following suit like a large shadow, right behind you.

Entering the kitchen, you apologize, "I'm sorry, everyone, I was having an episode, to say the least." You fidget with your fingers, awkwardness heavy in your body.

"What channel was it on?" Wade asks, and in an instant, the awkwardness disappears, replaced by something lighter, more fun.

Knowing he's joking you play along, "The weather channel, chances of thunderstorms are high." Logan chuckles from behind you, gently brushing past you.

Wade's face contorts into a grimace, "I hate thunderstorms."

Jess laughs, "Good one!" she compliments, making you grin. Unexpectedly, she hugs you, "I'm sorry," she says, "I shouldn't have left you, I'm usually on top of these things, I don't know why I freaked out."

You hug her back immediately, "It's okay, Jess. You went and got help, I'm thankful for it."

"I was fumbling for help, actually fumbling!" she says, "I normally am calm in stressful situations, especially with your panic attacks, but not this time." She releases you, looking you in the eye. "I am sorry, I give you my word, I'll do better next time." Her eyes burn with resolve; she means every word she says, another promise spoken to you.

"Jess," you were touched; you never imagined she felt this strongly over your panic attacks, let alone her own perceived failure. Wanting to put that to rest and let her know she has no reason to feel bad for what happened, you voice your gratitude, "Thank you." You see Jess's body release tension, her relief palpable.

"Friendship is Magic." Wade sighs happily, "Isn't it, Logan?"

"Sure, why not?" Logan shrugs. Wade can be so weird sometimes.

Al emerges from the kitchen, a smile on her face, "You ladies have any plans for the day?"

"I have a shift at The French Baguette at noon. Can I count on you all to look after my roommate and best friend while I'm gone?" Jess asks, her voice a mix of concern and confidence, knowing her roommate will be just fine.

"OF COURSE!" Wade jumps up and down like an excited dog.

"Wade, you've got to stop letting people into my home without asking me." Al complains, shaking her head, not directed at you but at Wade, "Not that I have an issue with it, suga is more than welcome here."

Logan smiles, "She's in safe hands, I promise."

Jess breathes out a sigh of relief, "Good! I can go to work with peace of mind. I'd better go get ready, it's already 10!"

"I should get dressed, too. I don't want to be in my pajamas all day," you say. "Jess, you shower first."

"I love you so much, thank you!" Jess beams at you, taking your hand and heads for the door, not without bidding farewell to both your friends, "See you later, everyone, have a great day!"

Wade waves bye, as do Logan and Althea.

"I'll be back!" you say, closing the door.

"Whew! That was fun minus your panic attack." Jess said.

"You're right, it was fun," you agreed, a shy smile on your face as you recall Logan kissing you.

Both of you make it back to your home, the boxes of tea in Jess's hands, "I'll take those, you go shower," you say, taking the boxes from her hands.

"Thank youuu!" Jess darts for the shower as you head for the kitchen, putting the boxes away.

Taking a moment, you take a deep breath and release it, feeling the tension exit your body. You're so thankful you had Logan to help you through that panic attack; he reminded you of your weighted blanket and plushie, easing your anxiety and soothing your senses. You are also glad you're going to be spending the day with him, Wade, and Althea, too, of course.

Deciding you wanted to play a video game, you move to the living room, where your gaming consoles are. Turning on your switch, you play a Grand Prix in Mario Kart, waiting for Jess to finish her shower.

After fifteen minutes, she emerges from the bathroom, her hair prepared for styling, and the rest of her is dressed and ready for the day. "I'm done for the most part, do you wanna do your thing?" she asks with a smile, her makeup flawless.

"Alright!" Racing past the finish line, Rosalina cheers victoriously. You stand up and shut down your console, walk to your room, and get some clothes.

"Wear a skirt!" Jess suggests, "Logan will drool!"

You doubt Logan will drool, but the idea makes you smile. "My black and white striped one is calling my name."

"With the matching tank top!" Jess ties up her hair, making it look presentable.

"Excellent idea!" You grab your skirt and tank top and head to the bathroom, preparing yourself for some relaxation.

Once the water was at the perfect temperature, you undressed and entered, feeling the warm water cascade down your body, causing you to sigh in contentment. Thoroughly exfoliating your body with vanilla soap, wetting down your hair, washing your face, and washing your body a second time, you feel refreshed and somewhat better.

Exiting the shower, you put your hair up in a head wrap, pat yourself dry. Apply a rich lotion to keep your skin hydrated, and then top it off with a Vanilla Cinnamon Lotion. Next, put on your outfit. Thankfully, the mirror in your bathroom is almost full-length, so you can check yourself out from almost all angles. You think you look cute, so you smile. Taking your hair out of the wrap, you apply all the product you need to make it look nice, detangle it, and blow it dry a little so it's not soaking wet.

Jess peeks in, "I have to leave, I'll be home around 8:30. Chicken Curry for dinner?" She knows you make a banging chicken curry, so you nod.

"Of course!" You applied a modest amount of makeup, taking only 5 minutes to complete.

Following Jess out near the door, you comment, "You look great, by the way, then again, you make looking flawless effortless." A soft chuckle escapes your lips.

Opening your door to leave, Jess gives you a quick hug before heading down the hallway, a pep in her step, "Have fun with Logan!"

In a moment of mischief, knowing she won't be able to confront you about it until after her shift, you say, "I will, he kissed me!"

"Wait— what?"

"Byeeeee!" you sing-song, firmly closing the door to your apartment with a smirk, "Enjoy your shift, Jess." You hear her say something along the lines of 'when I get home' and 'tell me', all of it muffled partially as you hear her footsteps depart down the hallway. Laughing, you head into your bedroom to put on some black flats; your outfit is complete.

Taking a moment to center yourself, you take some deep breaths, "You're gonna be okay, it's just time with the gang, calm down." Anxiety rose within you once more; this time, it was because you and Logan kissed, changing things for both of you.

Shit, can I handle this?

It's Logan; he's quite literally my dream man.

Brain cooperate! You're FINE.

Mental check-ins are always important, especially for moments like this, when everything seems to be spiraling so quickly, and you don't think you can keep up.

"I got this!" Deciding fuck it, you depart your apartment, closing and locking the door behind you, securing your home.

Knocking on Wade's apartment door, you brush your outfit down in an attempt to make it look decent, even though it already was. The door swings open, and Logan appears before you, taking your breath away. "Hi," butterflies erupted in your belly, fluttering gently.

Logan looks you up on down, his mind swirling with thoughts he'd rather suppress; he thinks you look hot… a little too hot for his self-control. "Hey," he mumbles, moving out of the way to let you inside.

Stepping in, Wade's arms wrap around you, lifting you up and gently spinning you like he hadn't seen you in ages, "Cinna-bun! I missed you so much!"

You laugh heartily, completely missing Logan glaring daggers at Wade, "Wade, I was gone an hour!"

"It felt like a century!" he says, setting you down, "Wanna bake some muffins?" he offers suddenly, making you smile.

"Sure! Logan, wanna help us?"

The Wolverines' gaze moves to you, his eyes and posture softening. "Sure."

"Holy shit!" Wade's eyes widen like he'd seen a two-headed unicorn. "Who are you and what have you done with my Wolvie?"

Logan brushes past Wade and heads to the kitchen; shrugging at Wade, you follow suit, following the Wolverine like a puppy.

"Now," You start, "you guys have muffin mix? Is Althea okay with us using her things?" If anything, you were always thinking of others. This is not your home, and you don't want to do something wrong.

"Of course, we have muffin mix!" Wade points to the box on the counter: blueberry muffin mix. He had found some while you were gone. "I even checked the expiration date! We are all set! And Al is out right now, who knows when she'll be back," he added.

"Great! Let's read the directions and get started!" You take the box from the counter and examine the back.

Logan blows a raspberry, with an eye roll, "Good luck getting Wade to read."

"There's my little, Wolvie! I thought I lost you, seeing you eye-fuck Cinna-bun."

You nearly dropped the box, a blush creeping up your neck.

Logan runs a hand through his hair, attempting to cover his embarrassment as his face turns red.

"You two are so cute!" Wade ceases the box from your hand and gathers the ingredients needed and the correct measuring cups.

Taking a chance, you look at Logan, who was already looking at you; your stomach does a back flip, and a bashful smile pulls at your cheeks.

Fuck, this man is hot.

Time passes, and the three of you are successful in your endeavor. The double batch of blueberry muffins is completed, baked, and ready to be eaten.

"These are going to be delicious! I'm excited! I hope Vanessa likes them too!" Wade beams in excitement, taking a muffin from the tin.

"Uh, I'm sorry, who?" You take one as well.

"Wade's girlfriend," Logan answers your question as he takes one, an amused expression on his face.

"Wade, you have a girlfriend?"

"Now, don't be jealous, Cinna-bun, you have Logan!" he teases. Logan fixes his glare, irritated by the comment.

"I'm more surprised," you clarify, making it clear you only see friendship with Wade.

"So was I," Logan chuckles, remembering his conversation with Wade at the abandoned diner.

"Now that that's out of the way," Wade takes a bite of muffin, humming pleasantly, "what shall we do now?"

"Maybe a movie?" you suggest.

"I'm fine with that." Logan agrees fairly quickly, a perfect excuse to be in closer proximity to you.

With some muffins eaten, you take the pan into the living room as you sit on their couch. Logan to your right and Wade to your left.

Wade, with the remote in his hand, asks, "What will our viewing pleasure be?"

You're the first to suggest, well, more like blurt out, "Van Helsing!"

Wade gasps, "YESSSS! Hugh Jackman is so hot!"

"I love Van Helsing. Are you into vampire movies, Logan?" you ask.

"The lore of vampires can be, well, familiar, depending on what it is," he mumbles, a hint of sadness in his voice.

It clicks for you, vampires, werewolves, and even Frankenstein's monster have a similar connection to mutants. Your eyes turned downward, his sadness affecting you, "Oh," was all you could muster.

Logan, seeing your sad expression, quickly snaps him out of it. After your panic attack earlier, the last thing you need is to be upset, especially not by him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, tilting your chin up to look at him, "Don't be sad because of me, I never want to do that." He declares, forgetting that Wade is in the same vicinity.

Taking comfort from his touch once more, you relax, "No need to apologize, I'm fine."

"Do you two wanna be alone?" Wade asks, serious in a joking manner.

That'd be great.

Logan gently pulls away, a hint of irritation in his voice, "No, Wade. Play the movie."

The movie begins, and Logan is half paying attention. Between your outfit, your soft skin, the scent of vanilla cinnamon wafting through the air, invading his senses pleasantly, he feels as though you're a walking temptation, the forbidden fruit begging to be bitten into; oh, how he'd love to bite into you.

Christ, you're fucking gorgeous.

He places his hand on your lower back, eliciting goosebumps on your body. He needed his hands on you; if he didn't, he'd feel he'd go insane.

In between action scenes, he feels and takes note of the subtle ways your body moves. The slight clench of your fists, the tightening of your jaw, the soft exhale you take every time the heroes come out almost unscathed. Almost everything about you is drawing him in, his mind in a whirl.

Once the movie concludes, Wade gushes on how hot Hugh, Kate, and all the Vampires are, and you giggle happily at his animated excitement.

"What did you think of the movie, Logan?" You ask, curious to know his opinion.

Even though he was half paying attention, he still paid enough attention to an aspect he found interesting: "The aesthetics were okay, I guess." he shrugged, downplaying how much he liked the style of the movie.

"I love the aesthetic, too!" you beam at him; his heart rate quickens slightly.

"Wolvieeeee!" Wade singsong as Logan predicts yet another one of Wade's unnecessary comments. "Wanna be Van Helsing for Halloween? I'll be your Anna, I've got the wig!" Wade poses like Anna or attempts to at least pretend he has a long, brunette wig on.

"Why the hell would I be Van Helsing, Wade?" Logan asks, his voice in his usual annoyed tone.

Wade's mouth turns agape, rewinding the movie and pausing at a particularly striking view of Van Helsing, his face in full view of the television. "Am I the only one who sees this?!"

"Uh, what?" You glance at Wade, confusion etched on your face.

Wade sighs, "Cinna-bun, honey, look at the TV carefully, then look at our Wolverine, and maybe tilt your head a bit."

Glancing at the TV screen, taking in Van Helsing's appearance as thoroughly as you can, you then look at Logan, and you follow Wade's instructions, tilting your head ever so slightly. It's like it leaps out of you from some unknown force; the resemblance is uncanny. "Logan, I hate to say it, but I agree with Wade." Picturing Logan in Gothic attire made drool start to form in your mouth, you look him slowly up and down.

Now that it's you, not Wade, saying it, Logan starts to consider the idea; if it pleases you, he'll do it. "Maybe." He says, keeping his answer short but sweet.

"When is your interview, Cinna-bun?" Wade asks, for once, ignoring the tension you and Logan share.

"Oh, it's in a few days." Turning your attention back to Wade, you answer his question.

"Where are you applying?" Logan inquires, you hadn't told him, and a small pang of guilt hits your stomach.

"2nd and Charles, it's a bookstore," you say, the guilt alleviating now that he knows, though the look in your eyes says otherwise.

Logan commits that store name to memory. "I see. Relax, everything is fine." He addresses the look you're giving him; his words once again calm you.

"Our little Cinna-bun is gonna be a working girl!" Wade squeals, excited for you.

"Wade, calm down," you smile, yet you roll your eyes.

"Fiiiiiine," He pouts.

And this is the way your day is spent with them both, the joking, banter, and flirting between you and Logan had made time fly faster than Superman. By the time you check your phone, it's almost time for you to make dinner. "I had a lot of fun, you two, but I have to go. Jess's shift is almost done, and I want to have dinner ready when she gets home."

"Logan, you hit the jackpot! Cinna-bun is a housewife." Logan's adamantium claws extend quickly and aim right for Wade's throat, glaring at him dangerously.

Wade backs off immediately, "Yeesh, would it kill you to have some fun?"

Logan's claws sheath back into his skin, and he pulls away from Wade. That short interaction startled you; you'd nearly forgotten that Logan is a mutant, Wade, too. You clear your throat, anxiety stirring in your gut. "Anyway, I have to go. Thank you for putting up with me for so long."

"Nonsense," Wade hugs you tightly, "you're not some burden, we love you." Wade, putting a stop to his goofy antics, took you off guard. You gently hug him back.

"Thank you."

Once he lets you go, you go to Logan and hug him, his strong arms around you put your anxiety completely at ease, the feeling of safety and contentment overtaking you. "Take care, Logan." The hug lingered longer than you expected. Neither of you wants to let go of the other.

"You, too." He finally releases his hold on you, once again reluctantly letting you go. He wants to hold you forever, the absence of your warmth already seeping into his body.

Waving your two friends goodbye, you depart for home.

"I'm home!" Jess announces, plopping herself down on the couch. "Work was a pain!" she groans.

"Dinner is ready! Don't get up, I'll bring it to you!" calling out from the kitchen, you make Jess a plate of your chicken curry. Double-checking if the stove was off, you nod, you'd turned it off. Chicken curry with butter sauce on top of rice steaming off the plate, you bring it to your roommate, utensils, and a napkin in your hand. "Here ya go!" you smile, hoping to put a grin on your roommate's face.

It worked; she has a smile of relief on her face, "Thank you!" She takes the plate along with the fork and napkin, stabbing a piece of chicken. She takes a bite.

"Careful! It's hot!" you warn with a chuckle. There's no stopping her when her appetite is fierce.

"Mmmm!" She hums, the taste delicious in her mouth. "You never disappoint with this!"

"Why, thank you." You curtsy playfully.

"But, girl, why didn't you tell me sooner that Logan kissed you?!" With a mouthful of food, she decides to confront you; leave it to her to immediately interrogate you.

A pang of guilt once again hits your gut, "I'm sorry, I just—" you stopped yourself. What excuses can you make here? Your roommate doesn't deserve excuses, only the truth. "I couldn't believe it, you know? A guy like Logan and a girl like me— it's mind-blowing." You were honestly still reeling from it.

"Hold it!" Jess holds up her index finger, "Girl, how many times do I have to tell you, you're fucking hot for you to start believing it?"

"What number is infinity?" you joked; Wade's influence rubbing off on you.

Jess chuckles, "Come on, don't distract me! I'm serious!"

"So am I, kinda." You were mostly joking.

She takes another bite of curry, a large one, "You're a knockout, girl. I know you can see that even just a little bit. I've seen how you treat yourself, like this morning, for example, the way you scrubbed your body, all that lotion, the way you care for your hair. Girl, you could walk down the street and people would mistake you for a runway model."

Appreciating her kind words, you take a moment to think about it, really consider what she's saying, and you realize she's right. You have started seeing yourself as pretty, even before you met Logan. It wasn't just her encouragement, it was also daily affirmations and taking better care of your hair a skin, even when you didn't feel like doing it or feeling like it made no difference. "Holy, shit." How did you not see it sooner?

"See?" She points her fork at you, "You're a catch, and Logan knows it." Jess says confidently, popping another morsel of food in her mouth. "AND you can cook, housewife material!"

That made you laugh, doubling over hysterically, "Wade said the same thing! Said I'm a housewife!"

Jess clears her throat, "Wade knows what's up," she stands up, plate in hand, "I'm helping you clean." She wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Alright," you hold your hands up in mock surrender, "plus it'll be faster with us both."

"Great!" Jess walks to the kitchen with you following behind her, "Seriously, you would make an excellent housewife."

"Jessica, STOP!" Addressing her by her full name, you snort, playfully slapping her shoulder.

"Have you eaten already?" Putting her plate and fork in the dishwasher, she asks.

"Sure have. It wasn't easy; my panic attack this morning made everything I ate taste like nothing." You admit that, usually, food after a panic attack tastes terrible if you even have an appetite to eat after.

"You ate more?"

"I made muffins with Logan and Wade's help," you can't help the smiling tugging at your face, "I'd still like to make a batch for Logan, just for him, you know?"

"Oh, I know, and girl, you've got it baaaaaad!" Suddenly breaking into song, Usher's U Got It Bad, you snort out a laugh but sing along with her.

"When you say that you love 'em, and you really know!"

Jessica laughs as she helps you clean up the stove and store leftover food; both of you singing the time away.

<3The day came, the day you'd been preparing for weeks, arrived at last: your job interview. Waking up, you do your morning routine along with some makeup, and you dress accordingly, in a lovely suit with some heels that are easy to walk in. Before you left, both Wade and Logan stopped by to wish you luck.

You depart, waving to your friends as you trudge forward to your destination.

Entering the familiar and aesthetically appealing building, 2nd and Charles, you inform one of the cashiers, a young lady, whose name is embroidered into her vest, Lindy, that you have an interview set up for this day. You twiddle your thumbs as you sit down, but you still hype yourself up, reassuring yourself that you can do this even if you don't get the job.

“Miss?” You're called out in a gentle voice, and your eyes meet Lindy. “He's ready to speak to you.”

Taking a deep breath, you steady your nerves, calm your anxiety, and poise yourself with unshakable confidence: “I'm ready.”

You follow Lindy as she escorts you inside. The manager beams at you, holding out his hand, which you take and give him a firm handshake after quick introductions. “I took a look at your resume, I'm impressed! I'm Josh, by the way.”

You smile bashfully, “Nice to meet you, Josh. Thank you for this opportunity.”

"Of course." He kindly gestures to you to sit, and you do so.

With that, the questions begin.

“So tell me about yourself.” He starts.

“Well, I am very familiar with your store, sir. I adore books so much, along with the atmosphere that comes with them. I also had previous work experience; for seven years, I worked in retail, and I do my very best to assist customers.” You breathe, finishing the first question.

Though Josh was smiling, you weren't sure if he was impressed or if it was automatic.

Next question.

“What are your strengths and weaknesses?” Jess had warned you about this question, and you knew exactly what to say.

“My strengths are being personable, kind, and maintaining a good mood. I'm Great at following directions. As for my weakness, I have difficulty remembering all the tasks at hand, so I like to write them down to help me make sure I am completing what is needed.” Your calm remains unshaken despite the nerves.

His final question.

“What is your favorite book and why?”

You blink, not expecting this question, though the answer came easily: “I love the Harry Potter series, the Fantasy hooks me in, the adventure is thrilling, sad, and fulfilling, the characters and their friendships with each other are admirable.”

Josh nods, seemingly satisfied with your response; at least that's what you perceived. He stands up, which makes you stand as well; he reaches for your hand across the desk, and you take it. “Thank you so much, ma’am. We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

You nod, “Thank you for your time, Josh. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

"You, too." With that, Josh escorts you out of his office, a smile not leaving his face, and you let out a deep exhale you were holding in.

Like a weight being lifted off your shoulders, you walk toward the exit, noticing some women commenting near one of the large windows.

“Oh wow! He's handsome!” she swoons.

“Isn't he!? Look at his body? It's like his muscles are begging to escape the confines of his clothes!” the other comments.

“Girl, I’d love to see that!”

You follow their gaze, and your heart skips a beat. Logan is outside. Was he waiting for you? The thought alone made your stomach do a flip.

Walking outside, you greet Logan, “Hey, Logan. Good to see you.” Your calm voice is a stark contrast to your frenzied nerves.

Logan grins at you, “Hey, I came to walk you back to our apartment.”

“Not that I'm not grateful or anything, but why?” You ask, curiosity laced in your voice.

Logan shrugs, “Just wanted to.” Any excuse to spend time with you alone is worth it.

You nod, sporting a grin, “Lead the way, Logan.”

Logan begins to walk toward the apartments, and you follow suit in step beside him.

“How did your interview go?” he asks, a perfectly arched brow raised.

“Logan, I think I nailed it!” You clap your hands together, resembling prayer hands, before placing them back down beside you, “Now it's up to them to hire me.”

Logan beamed, “That's great! You must feel relieved.” He guesses with precision.

“I sure am! I feel like a large boulder has been lifted off my shoulders and I can breathe again!”

Logan's large, callused hand had enclosed yours; his warm hand warms your cold ones, he shivers on contact, “I'm glad.”

After talking comfortably for what felt like hours, you both reach your apartment door. Logan reluctantly releases your hand, “Thank you so much, Logan! I appreciate you coming to get me.” Giving your gratitude a voice, you smile a somewhat bashful smile at him, eyes sparkling with joy.

“No problem, I was happy to do it.” Logan shrugged; his heart skipped a beat at your smile. “Have any other plans for the rest of your day?” He inquires.

You shake your head, “Decompress, mostly. This stress has been pretty intense. Play some Mario Kart with Jess, maybe play some Spyro too.” Your plan for decompression involved some fun things, and Logan can't help but smile.

“Sounds fun,” He wants to talk to you more, but he knows you need your space. He hesitates, looking at your face, looking so much freer, yet somehow he sees a looming dark cloud forming in your eyes. Wanting to remove that cloud, nip it in the bud before it has a chance to take over, he suddenly kisses you, a short but intense kiss that leaves you breathless. "See you later."

You didn't have the chance to kiss back the way you'd want to; it took you by such surprise that you remain rooted to the floor beneath you, "Bye, Logan." Your voice is gentle as you wave to him awkwardly as you see him disappear into Al's apartment, something disappearing from your mind along with it, the awkwardness slowly turning into elation.

“What's going on, girl? You look delighted.” Jess remarks, peeping at the grin on your face.

“Logan walked me home.” You suddenly break out into giggles, the elation bursting through you like pressure from a dam being released.

“I KNEW it had something to do with Logan! I'm so excited for you.” She hugs you, jumping up and down like a child getting ice cream.

“Jess, relax, we were mostly talking!” You attempt to downplay it, but it made you happy.

Jess laughs, “Too late, already planning the wedding!” She's half serious.

You try to shush her, “Girl, RE-LAX!” You part the word with emphasis, laughing at her excitement.

“Okay, okay, buzz killer.” She teases, “So, wanna order takeout? I know it was your turn to cook, but you need to decompress.”

You were touched; you couldn't thank Jess enough. You think about it, wanting to return the favor, you settle on something you both can eat for dinner tomorrow, “How about some veggie lover pizza? We gotta have our veggies.”

“So considerate,” Jess grins, “Veggie lover pizza it is! Now, how about I kick your ass in Mario Kart?”

You sport a competitive grin, “Bring it on!”

Turning on the console, you and Jess get things set up to race a Grand Prix; you race as Rosalina, she races as Luigi. "Logan kissed you again, didn't he?" Using her question as an advantage, you missed your boost when the light turned green. She jets off past you.

"Fuck!" You grow flustered, the race starting horribly, but you answer your friend.

"He did."

Logan sports a grin contrary to his usual scowl. Wade immediately takes notice and gasps dramatically. “You fucked Cinna-bun! LOGAN! Not so soon!”

Logan rolls his eyes, “No, Wade, I didn't fuck her, she's really…something else.” Logan pauses, a certain fondness taking over his features.

"Well, duh, Logan!" Wade rolls his eyes, "You've been gawking at her since you met!"

Logan hates to admit it, but Wade is right. Whenever you weren't looking during your daily hangouts, he'd stare at you, like you were an exotic creature, some ethereal being. Wade would almost always catch him in the act, he'd look away bashfully, and by the time you and Jess went home, he'd tease him over his crush.

He pushes past Wade, heading to the bathroom with Wade following close, "Als is not back yet. Her shift isn't over," he explains, leaning against the doorframe.

Logan runs the hot water in the sink, scrubbing his hands until they lather up with soap. "I see." Great, he gets to put up with Wade by himself.

"Easy on the scrubbing there, Logan, you're gonna scrape your skin off." Wade jokes.

Logan growls at Wade, removing his hands from the running water and drying them. "Don't you have something to do?"

"Nope, already kicked the asses I needed to and got paid. Now I have to stop spending my money on My Little Pony and Hello Kitty merch and pay my share of the rent."

"That'd be nice— wait, that's what you spend your money on?" Logan asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice. How could Wade be so irresponsible? The more he pondered the question, the more obvious the answer became. Wade is Wade.

"Most of the time, yes. So are you showering first, or should we shower together?" Wade's eyes sparkle at the idea.

"Fuck no," Logan pushes past Wade once more. He's going to need a beer or ten for the day, just dealing with Wade.

So he does just that, grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, popping the cap open, making a satisfying fizzle and popping sound, tossing said cap in the trash, and he sits down to drink. Taking a swig of the beverage, Logan throws his head back and sighs, the current of events since he's met you plays clearly in his mind.

You're smile that dazzles the room.

You're laugh that brightens even his darkest days.

Even when you're sad or in a panic, it makes his heart sing; the desire to protect you increases when you retreat into yourself.

The conclusion is terrifying yet, at the same time, liberating.

Logan Howlett is in love with you.

"Fuck." Taking another swig of his beer, he allows this feeling to overtake him, welcoming it in its familiar embrace. Finishing his beer rather quickly, he throws the bottle in the recycling bin.

Wade emerges from the shower, fully clothed and searching for Logan. Once he found The Wolverine sporting a more serious yet happy expression, Wade cuts his bullshit, no jokes, sarcasm, nothing. He asks, "What's going on, Logan?"

"Crazy, shit, Wade." he mumbles, "it has to do with Cinna-bun."

That was the first time he used your nickname, the nickname Wade gave you, no less; Wade knew this was serious, but this truly shocked him. "W-what about, Cinna-bun?"

"I love her." Speaking those words out loud amplified the emotion, bringing them to life; butterflies erupted in Logan's stomach, his heart beating quickly.

"Wow, Logan." This threw Wade for a loop, but moments passed, and he eventually smiled at his friend, a genuine, non-teasing grin. "That's incredible, you deserve this more than anyone." He spoke sincerely, also he knows exactly how you feel about Logan.

"Thanks, Wade." Logan thanked his friend with a grin, and for once, not ruining the moment.

Logan took a moment before he rose to his feet. It was still early in the afternoon, yet he still had a lot to think about. "I need some quiet to figure this shit out." That was a hint for Wade to shut up and leave him alone until he came to him.

Wade knew exactly what would happen, but for now, he plays along: "Whatever you need, Logan."

Logan took his place on the couch he crashes on; the solitude is just what he needs to ponder what to do next.

Two glaring things are at the forefront of his mind.

One: He is in love with you.

Two: Do you feel the same?

The day passes quickly, your interview is a success, and your relationship with Logan gets more intimate the more you interact. Night came, the sky of stars glistening as bright as they could over the city lights, watching over the sleepy residents. Fast asleep in your bed, you dream of Logan. His scowling face, his embarrassed face, his smile that casts your demons back to the deepest pits of hell where they belong.

You dream of his embrace, how comforting and safe you feel in his strong arms. He kisses your forehead, and your pulse races; he utters the words "I adore you," and somehow your pulse quickens faster.

Waking up to your frenzied heartbeat, you glance at your clock; 2:30 am, it reads. You yell out for your roommate, and in almost an instant, she's there, taking a seat on your bed. She puts her arm around you, "Are you okay?" Jess asks softly, remembering her promise to comfort you if this is another panic attack.

"Y-yeah, it just hit me, Jess. I-I'm," You paused, taking several deep centering breaths, "I'm in love with Logan." The revelation hits you like a truck, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. This was certainly no panic attack, though your symptoms were similar.

Jess hugs you and you immediately hug her back, "I'm so happy for you!" she whisper-yells, giving you her blessings.

"I-I have to tell him, right?" you ask in your panicked yet elated state. Your feelings are realized, and the inner fear of rejection is looming over you.

"Yes, but not now, silly, he's probably asleep." Jess laughs softly, "Take some deep breaths, I promise it's not the end of the world. It's scary, but I promise you'll be fine." Jess, like Wade, also saw the way Logan looked at you when he thought no one was watching. It was like he was drawn to you, almost like it was pre-determined that you'd be together.

"Okay," you nod against Jessica's body, a sliver a hope is born by her words, blooms in your abdomen. "I'm in love with Logan." Even though the feeling is real, it still feels foreign on your tongue. You let out a joyful laugh, your body settling down. "I can't believe this!"

Jess lets go of you, a look of amusement and alleviation in her eyes. "I can. I mean, it's not like you guys hid it well," she snorts, and you playfully smack her shoulder.

"I-I'm so happy!" you giggle.

"Now, now. Relax, girl, it's still late. We need our sleep." Jess reasons with you; she doesn't want you to get so amped up that you can't sleep. "Can you go back to sleep?" she asks.

Taking a moment, you made yourself aware of your physical state. Your heartbeat is steady, your body is lethargic, and unbiddenly, a yawn escapes your lips. "I think I still can." You let out a soft giggle, your body slumping back into a comfortable position. Jess does the same. "You don't have to stay with me, you know? You can go back to your bed."

"After the episode you had, granted, it was a more pleasant one, forget it. I'm not leaving your side. I'd rather be right here next to you just in case." Jess takes her place in your twin bed, making herself comfortable like you.

"Thanks, Jess, I appreciate it." Thanking your friend, you yawn once more.

"You're welcome," she replies, just as sleepy as you.

After moments, barely even 20 minutes, you fall back asleep, Logan lingering on the edges of your mind, bringing you further comfort.

Waking up, the events that transpired last night are still fresh in your mind. Smiling, you sit up and stretch in your bed, feeling refreshed. "Ahhh!" you stretch as you climb out of bed.

After using your bathroom, you enter the kitchen. Jess has prepared breakfast. "Good morning!" She beams, "I made pancakes!"

Your jaw might as well be on the floor right now, Jess making pancakes is unheard of, "Wow, Jess… I don't know what to say, how many times can I thank you without it not sounding repetitive?"

"I dunno, but keep saying it, I appreciate it every time." She's honest about that. Not even her work colleagues are as kind as you.

Taking a seat at the table, you smile at your friend, the smell of the mentioned pancakes making you hungrier than you had expected. "I'm looking forward to this banquet."

Jess rolls her eyes as she grabs two plates and sets equal amounts of pancakes on them, and places them on the table. "You still like blueberries, right?" She teases, knowing blueberries have a special meaning to you.

"But of course, my dear!" you play along, a giggle falls past your lips, "thank you for this, Jess. And the breakfast too." You take your fork and dig into your blueberry pancakes, delicious as ever. "Damn!" you compliment, a smile etched on your face.

"Why, thank you." Jess laughs, never getting over how happy you get with almost anything blueberry-related.

"I can't get over what happened last night." You take another bite of the pancake.

"Not that I'm questioning you or anything, but how did you figure out you are in love with Logan?" she asks, curious about how you came up with this conclusion.

"Well," you smile a bashful smile, "I had this dream."

Jess interrupts, "A sex dream? You naughty girl," she teases.

"No!" you blush, a frantic expression on your face, "nothing like that!"

"I'm kidding! What was it about it?" She eats a large bite of pancake.

"Well, nothing in particular. It was kinda random and disjointed," you explain, and Jess nods, knowing how bizarre dreams can get, "but he held me, kissed my forehead, and told me he adored me. That set my heart a blaze."

"Aww! A declaration of love in the dream world is so romantic!" She exclaims, a look of excitement in her eyes.

"My heart was pounding when I woke up I thought it was a panic attack, and I called for you, and the rest you already know." You finish your syrupy pancakes.

"Holy shit, dude! This is insane!" Jess takes your plate and cleans up after you both. "How are you planning to tell him?"

"Uh," Fuck, how were you going to tell him? Instead of answering Jess, you shrug your shoulders, looking sheepish.

Jess's shoulders drop contrary to yours, "You're fortunate to have a roommate like me; we need a plan."

"A plan for what?" You tilt your head, a look of confusion on your face.

"For you to tell Logan how you feel! I know I'll call Wade and we'll get this straightened out!" she announces, pulling out her cellphone, dialing Wade's number, and departing to her bedroom before she could hear your protests.

"Jess, hang on!" Your nerves start working overtime, you take several deep breaths, "Why does she do shit like this?" you groan. Before your nerves get any worse, you depart for the shower to start your day.

"Jess, what are we going to do with our two goofball roommates?" Wade says, talking on the phone with Jess, throwing idea after idea after idea at each other until they could come to an understanding and agree on something. Something that fits you and Logan. "How bout we plan their wedding?" Wade jokes, well, mostly, which makes Jess laugh loudly on the other line.

As their conversation continues, Logan walks into the kitchen. Knowing Wade is deep in his phone call, he breathes a sigh of relief; he was going to get some peace this morning. Wade wasn't terrible last night; he seldom sees him so serious. Logan grew a deep appreciation for his irritating friend. Taking the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts, he decides to take a shower.

Gathering his set of clothes for the day, he enters the bathroom and starts his shower. Once inside, he scrubs his body, if he's gonna see you today, and tells you how he feels he needs to smell nice.

Once he found himself clean, he shampoos and conditions his hair; he was not going to screw this up. Finished with his shower, he ties his towel around his waist and maneuvers over to the mirror, which is fogged up from humidity. Wiping it clean, he examines his face, his beard, mutton chops trimmed with precision. "Good." He moves on to brush his teeth, making sure every tooth gets thoroughly cleaned. Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth, he dries his body and dresses, some nicer-looking casual clothes.

He wants to impress you, but doesn't want to be uncomfortable. The final touch, cologne, when he first got settled into this universe, he decided to buy some that didn't make his animal-like nose want to shrivel up and die.

Exiting the bathroom, he nearly bumps into Wade, Althea behind him, "Helloooo, Logan! You're finally ready for our date!" Wade nearly screams.

"No, I'm not, Wade." His usual grumpy tone taking on a lighter edge, he's looking forward to seeing you.

"I hope you don't mind, Logan, but Wade filled me in. Like typical fashion, he added unicorns and fairies." Al speaks from behind Wade, who moves to the side.

"That sounds like Wade, and I don't mind at all," Logan said.

"Good, I'm happy for you. We need to celebrate this." Al suggests.

"A PARTY!" Wade exclaims in excitement.

"I don't think that's necessary." Logan starts to protest.

"Too late, it's happening! 6 o'clock on the dot!" Wade dials Jessica, "Jess! I have an idea."

Logan groans, "Any excuse to party, I guess." Just the idea exhausts him. The time being 2 pm.

"This is worth celebrating. I offered, so it's happening, you know I don't normally offer parties, then again, I don't know why I let Wade host parties without. " Al smiles, through her complaining, a part of her cares about Wade.

"Thanks," Logan thanks the second friend he made in this universe. "I should go see her."

"Go get your girl, Logan," Al says.

Without needing input from Jess or Wade, an idea sprang to life in your mind of how you could tell him, or rather, show him. Finishing frosting your muffins, the color pink adorning the tops, you hope that the two of you can share them. A six-muffin tin pan with frosting reading "I love u" on the tops. "I said, I'd bake you some, Logan. I hope he likes them." Talking to yourself, you were trying to soothe your frequent nerves, the feeling of extreme nervousness and excitement. You don't know how Logan is going to react to your feelings, but you can't help the hope in your heart. "Now we see what happens." Whether your feelings are reciprocated or not, you knew you'd be okay somehow.

A knock at your door startles you from your thoughts, you place the tin of muffins down to make sure you felt yourself looking presentable. You're sporting a red dress with white flowers gently decorated on the clothing, which reaches your knees. The dress flows when you spin, and to finish it, you have a pair of white thigh-high stockings and a pair of white 2-inch heels. "Okay, I think I look good!" Even though you still harbored doubts, you certainly made sure of that to the tiniest degree.

Walking over to your door, you peek into the peephole, and your stomach does a flip. It's Logan, looking amazing, and you unconsciously lick your lips. You've seen him in casual gear before, but he's never looked this handsome to you, like you see him through a different lens now, the lens of love, amplifying his attractiveness tenfold.

Opening the door, you greet him, trying your absolute best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Hi, Logan."

Logan could've sworn he'd seen an image this beautiful before. Perhaps in a dream? The stars shining brilliantly in the night sky? When he was close to death, maybe he saw some sort of heavenly being? Well, if he did, you were beyond all the things he could imagine. "Hi, c-can we talk?" he stammers, the nerves taking hold of him, his jaw tight, brows furrowed, and his body tense.

"Y-yeah, of course." Letting him inside, you wondered what he had to say and why he seemed so nervous.

"You look incredible," he comments, a glint of happiness in his irises.

"Thank you, so do you, Logan." You eye him up and down, openly checking him out, "Very nice." You hope your attempt at flirting works.

"Uh, wow," he turns red, you were successful, leaping in victory in your mind.

"I-I have something for you," not wanting to beat around the bush, you enter your kitchen with Logan following close behind. "Remember how I promised you I'd make you blueberry muffins?" Logan nods, remembering that day fondly. "Here, I'm not sure if you like frosting, but I thought it'd help me out a bit."

Help you out? How? Logan wonders. Handing him the tin, he notices the icing on each top. Reading the letters carefully, his heart skips a beat; hell, it might've stopped altogether. "Oh," he was so dumbstruck that that was all he could say as he set the tin back down on the table.

"L-Logan?" You were worried. Was he going to reject you? Panic rose in your gut, and you wanted to run away. Looking around frantically, you prayed for a way out of this.

"I…" It's like his throat closed up as he looked at you, his hazel eyes light, yet the words die on his tongue until you break into a run, heading for your bedroom. How could this happen? You thought you had a connection, was he leading joy on? "w-wait!" he calls out, running after you. Making it to your bedroom, you hear a loud thud behind you.

"Logan?" you sniffle, and even near a breakdown, you still worry for him. Looking back into the hallway, you notice he seemed to have underestimated his large stature and knocked into one of your hallway tables, and he is on the ground. "Oh no!" You rushed to his aid, on the verge of heartbroken tears, you crouched down in front of him, "Logan, you fell!?"

"Y-yeah, I did." The words you so longed to hear leave his lips like a lifeline keeping you from drowning, "in love with you."

You blink, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, "W-what?" The hope in your heart flutters back to life from a state of flatline.

"I love you, too," he answers your carefully crafted words written on the muffins. His eyes, glistening with affection, reflected into yours.

A lone tear falls from your eye, "Logan.." He reaches up to wipe the tear from your face gently, like you were made of fine china. Cupping your face, he moves closer to you, so close you could see each tiny sparkle lit up in his eyes, as he presses his lips against yours, the heat spreading like wildfire on a windy day as you kiss him back.

Logan tilts your head to the side to deepen the kiss further. He licks your bottom lip, asking for entry, which you grant him. Logan's tongue explores your mouth like he's Indiana Jones exploring a temple; he leaves no stone unturned. Moaning happily, so happily you feel like you could fly above the stars, you breathe out, "Logan, I-I need you…" Rather bashfully, you make this confession with your mouths brushing against each other.

"Where do you need me, princess?" he asks, his voice warm and husky, inviting you in, to all of him.

"My bed, please," you plead with him, to hell with the time you took to look nice, to hell with the makeup, to hell with your dress, you want this man. Right. Now.

Logan easily scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style, "Where?"

You just realized he's never been to your room before, "Second room on the left."

With animalistic haste, Logan carries you to your bedroom, slamming the door with his foot as he gently sets you on your bed, "I want you, too," he says, his voice in a more serious tone, sending a shiver of anticipation up your back. He carefully crawls from the foot of your bed to meet you face to face, your lips meet again, "I like those stockings and heels, let's keep those on, shall we? I wanna feel those heels dig in back."

Holy fuck.

"I will," you comply with no hesitation, all this talk is making your head dizzy and your pussy wet.

Logan crashes his lips onto yours once more, a more heated kiss than the one before. Though you break apart, his heavy body carefully lies on top of you, and he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jawline to your neck, and without you noticing, he pulls down the straps of your dress. He continues to kiss your neck to the sound of your soft moans until he kisses a particular spot that makes you moan louder; he found your sweet spot. With a smirk, he continues his assault on your sweet spot, the pleasure overwhelming as his mutton chops tickle the rest of your neck.

"Logan…" You moan.

"That's it. That's it, that's what I wanna hear, baby." He softly encourages you to use your voice, and you feel the courage to do so. "Tell me what feels good."

"W-what you're doing, your mouth feels amazing." Your voice is breathless, as though Logan is stealing the air from your lungs; you would happily give it to him.

"That's my girl." He growls, pushing your dress further down until your breasts are exposed, "No bra? Naughty girl." his kisses slowly go south from your neck.

"T-The dress doesn't," you were attempting to make an excuse as to why you didn't wear a bra, "AH!" the moan that left your lips was pornographic, Logan had captured your right nipple in his mouth, suckling hungrily and with a deep baritone chuckle. All of your reactions he found adorably arousing.

You find your hips grinding helplessly against his groin, needing relief from the tension building up; Logan takes notice and releases your nipple with a pop, "Patience, princess. I'll get you there." If you could cum by voice alone, Logan would be the one to do it.

Switching sides, he takes your left nipple in his mouth while massaging your right breast and lightly pinching the nipple. You hadn't felt such sensations before, not this intensely. It's because it's Logan, and you've been yearning for this man since you met him. Such ecstasy should not be possible.

"Lemme hear you, baby," he says, looking up at your pleasure-filled face.

"Yes, Logan." You sigh, his teeth scrape your nipple as he gently tugs on it, and you take in a sharp intake of breath.

"That's it…" he releases your left nipple with yet another pop and soothes the possible ache with his tongue. You arch your back against the heat of his mouth, desperate for contact.

"Fuuuuck," you drawl out. Logan bundles your dress at your hips, his eyes black as night with arousal.

"Up," he commands softly. Lifting your hips, he removes your dress, tossing it haphazardly on your bedroom floor, and, like he wanted, leaving your stockings and heels on your body. Logan looks at your body like a piece of artwork. Your blissed-out face is a sight to behold, the red marks littered across your skin, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat. His cock is painfully hard against his pants. "Fuck," he removes his shirt, and it finds its way to your floor.

His muscular physique, even in your dazed state, your jaw falls open, "Gorgeous," you whisper. What other word is there to describe him? From his perfectly sculpted arms to his finely defined abs, where has this man been all your life?

"Like what you see, princess?" he flexes both his arms, his pecs, and his abs all at once. His entire upper body is tightening, and you see nearly every vein that comes into view.

"I love what I see." Fuck, you don't know if anyone could not like what they see. No wonder Wade flirts with him.

Unbuttoning his jeans, he unzips them to get some relief. He hovers over your body, "You haven't seen nothin' yet." his lips meet yours with a smirking playfulness. "Wait till you see all of me."

You whimper, "Please."

"Tell me what you need, princess. I can't read minds."

As much as you wanted to see his cock, you knew you needed preparation for it. "Will you lick my pussy? Please?" you ask him in a delicate whisper. You feel fire burning in your cheeks. The request made you bashful.

"Happily, princess," he groans, descending your body, placing butterfly kisses on his way down.

Once he reaches the hem of your panties, he takes a sniff, smelling your intense arousal, "Damn, baby." Grabbing hold of the hem, he looks at you, silently communicating what he wants. Lifting your hips once more, he takes your panties and slides them down your legs until they meet your heels. Careful of the fabric, he fully takes them off, leaving you nearly bare for him, or bare where it matters most. Taking hold of your knees, he spreads your legs open, revealing your drenched pussy to him. He licks his lips, "This will be a taste to remember," he says, eliciting a shiver down your spine.

"Please." A fresh wave of arousal forms between your legs; Logan's picking up the scent the second it comes.

As much as the desire to taste you increases from your scent, he wants to tease you further. Logan kisses your right knee, gently nipping at the cloth-covered skin. He repeats the process downward, kissing your thighs and biting them. He wants to mark your body so everyone will see who you belong to. Once he reaches your pussy, he feels you shudder, the anticipation killing you, he assumes, until he grabs your left leg and does the same thing over again, a playful glint in his eyes. "Logan!" you protest. He was right where you wanted him the most, only for it to be snatched away.

"Trust me, princess. We've got all day," he says, peppering your thigh with kisses and bites. Once again, he reaches your pussy, the arousal continuously dripping from it, driving him crazy. He needed to taste you. He parts your lips with his fingers, his tongue poking out of his mouth, and he slowly licks a stripe from your cunt to your clit. Christ, you tasted better than he ever could've imagined. "Fuck," he mumbles against your clit, taking the sensitive bud of nerves in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck!" you cry out, throwing your head back in pleasure, the sensation more intense from the foreplay.

Logan growls against your pussy, and you feel the vibrations all through your body. "Logan!" You can only think to say his name, the pleasure overcoming all thought.

"That's it, princess." Releasing your clit he kisses it before spitting a perfect wad of spit on your pussy, spreading it with his fingers. "My good girls earned this."

Taking a chance, you look down at him between your thighs, his eyes bore hungrily against yours. You see his black pupils, the visual making you more aroused. Without much thought, your hand finds purchase in his brown hair, gently tugging at his scalp. "Feels so good," you whimper.

His eyes roll to the back of his head. Pain, no matter how big or small, nearly pushes him over the edge. He wished he could record you, but then he'd succumb to Wade's influence; instead, he commits this to memory. Not just visually, the sounds you make, your scent, he wants to seep it into his bones, down to his very being. He grabs hold of your hips, holding you in place as he flicks your clit, making patterns with his tongue.

His tongue suddenly dipped into your slit and into your entrance, tasting your nectar from the source, "Mmm!" he growls, his tongue like a spear in and out of your pussy, the pace quick yet effective.

"Shit!" you gasp, his tongue reaching areas you couldn't comprehend. "Logan! Oh, my God!" The words from your mouth like a prayer. Your previous boyfriends went down on you, but they failed to make you cum, so you faked your orgasms. Logan? There was no way you could fake anything with him, not like you'd want to. The man is just too good at what he does; years of life are bound to put some wisdom in people.

After what felt like hours of him between your legs, you feel a large finger enter your pussy, your walls welcoming the intrusion with a literal warm welcome, pumping the digit in and out. Logan takes his time, while suckling and flicking your clit he searches for your G-spot. The combined sensations will take you over the edge. "Logan, I-I, fuck!" Tugging harder at his hair, you attempt to move your hips, but to no avail, forgetting his hold on you. However, your incoherent babbling gave him the sign he needed; he was doing all the right things, you just needed an extra push.

A moan bordering on a scream escapes your lips at a certain position Logan's finger makes contact with; he found your G-spot. Without missing a beat, he enters two more fingers inside you, stroking your spot with vigor and pumping his fingers faster while he continues to stimulate your clit. "Logan, I'm gonna cum!" you announce, though he already knew; he could feel your orgasm approaching.

"Cum, princess. Soak my face." He commanded. With that said, you cum, your body shaking from the intensity. Logan, who still has hold of your hips, prolongs your orgasm by continuing his ministrations but decreasing the urgency. Cum drips out of your pussy and onto his digits and face, and you can feel the vibrations of his chuckling. If he could, he'd spend the remainder of his very long life between your legs, and he'd be a happy man or, in his case, mutant.

With deep breaths, you feel yourself come down from your high, your mind's fog decreasing. You weren't sure if time had stopped or if it had passed in a blink; either way, it was a blur. Once your eyes gain focus, the first thing you see is Logan, sporting a grin that conveys he is immensely pleased. "You okay, princess?" he begins sucking his digits, savoring your taste.

Am I still on planet Earth right now?

"I-I think so." You never came that hard, not from yourself or previous boyfriends, nor from the fact that you had many to compare. You could count the number of boyfriends you had with one hand.

"You taste delectable, fuck!" he finishes the last digit that was inside you, groaning at your essence.

Seeing Logan reach down to cup his crotch, desperate to relieve any tension, you were even more eager for it. Sitting up in a post-orgasm daze, you had one thought in your mind, reaching out to gently cup his erect cock still trapped in his jeans, making your intentions clear, "It's my turn."

The sunlight coming from the window of your bedroom casts the most radiant light over Logan's large frame. You can see his eyes widening, his face blushing, yet something else, an unsure glint deep in his hazel eyes, "Are you sure? I'm not sure you can take me." He doesn't want to hurt you; that's the last thing he'd ever want to do. He wants this experience to be full of pleasure for you both.

"I won't know until I try." You offer logic to his dilemma. It brings little comfort for him: "If it's too much, I'll just take what I can." This reasoning made his eyes soften as he climbed next to you in your bed.

"Take what you can, Princess." He nods. You climb on top of him, straddling his waist.

"I will," you purred, bending down, you kiss him, your lips meeting repeatedly. You bite his bottom lip, softly as an experiment, but when Logan groans a bit too loudly, you bite harder; his adamantium claws extend, making the familiar "snikt" sound. Alerted by his claws, you cease your assault on his lips.

"N-no, princess, it's okay, 'm fine." His claws retract back into his knuckles. Logan is very eager for your touch, evident when he goes back to kissing you, feeling much more jubilant. His view of you on top of him is captivating, like you were pulled from the filthy depths of his mind and manifested into reality. With need building up, you grind your bare pussy against his clothed cock, harmonious moans and groans leave unabashed from you both until you hear, "Princess, please.."

God, that was so hot.

"What is it, Logan?" you smirk, kissing down his neck. Though you had a fair idea of what he wanted, you wanted to hear him say it.

"Your mouth, n-need it. Please?" Was that a whimper you just heard? Your skin prickles; could this man get any more attractive?

"My mouth you shall have." Not wasting any more time, you reach for his already unbuttoned jeans, his hips lifting automatically, and a chuckle rumbles in you. Carefully, you take hold of the material at the waist and pull it down his legs, mindful of the rough feeling. His jeans, pooling on the floor, you gaze at his manhood, and now you understand why Logan is concerned for you; the man is HUGE in length and girth. "Shit, Logan." Saliva forms with haste in your mouth.

He reiterates, wanting to put your mind at ease, "As much as you can, princess."

With a firm and determined nod, you reach for his boxers. Looking him in the eyes, you quietly ask for consent, which he grants you. You take the waistband of his boxers and you pull them down to the floor, repeating the process with his jeans. His fully erect cock slapped his stomach, precum leaking from the slit, the size even more impressive without the boxers. You wonder how big he is.

As if reading your mind from your stare, he says, "7 inches."

Fuck me.

"Okay," remembering Logan's words, you confidently lean over and take his cock in your hands. The saliva formed in your mouth earlier, and you gathered it into a wad of spit. Spitting on his length, you pump your fist up and down, spreading the makeshift lubricant with your dainty hand; Logan groans in pleasure.

"Fuck, princess, that already feels good." He looks down at you adoringly. With that encouraging word, you take his tip in your mouth, the taste of precum on your tongue. You hum, the vibration sent down his cock and across his body. Pumping your fist at the base of his cock you take in more in your mouth, swirling your tongue around relentlessly on it. More and more moans, groans, swears, and words of praise Logan speaks, wanting to let you know what a great job you're doing. "That's it, princess, just like that." His large hand gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail while simultaneously guiding your movement. He sees your spit-covered mouth, your swollen lips, your tear-filled eyes, like looking at a damn goddess. If his dick could get any harder from the visual alone, it would. "So fucking perfect," he moans.

Much to your surprise and his, you take him further in your mouth until he hits the back of your throat, spit dripping from your throat to his cock. "OH FUCK!" his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body flushed and sweaty.

Even though it was uncomfortable, you still pressed on, bobbing your head up and down, the lubricant from your spit smoothing out the process. You knew you were making him feel good; you didn't want to stop, no matter how much you gagged on it. You take hold of his balls, gently massaging the sensitive sacks in the hopes that it pleases him further.

"P-princess…" he chokes out, his voice breathless and strained.

That was all you needed to hear as you continued your ministrations, hollowing out your cheeks, bobbing your head, and massaging his balls. You took him so deeply you could feel every vein, every subtle bump as though his cock was being molded by your throat. Logan pulls at your hair violently as you bring your teeth into the mix, not a bite, just adding to the friction, his back arches, "Fuck, princess, I'm gonna cum so STOP!" He commands, pulling you off of him; your messy face looking up at him in confusion. After taking deep breaths, his glazed-over eyes meet yours, your pupils nearly black, "As much as I love your enthusiasm, I wanna cum inside you, not in your mouth, not now at least," he explains.

"Oh," you croak, your throat a little sore.

"Now," he moves his hand to your waist, snaking it around you and placing you back on the bed. Fuck, if only you could see yourself. Your mascara is a mess, some left tear streaks on your face, your lips swollen, your hair disheveled, yet you were still the most gorgeous thing on earth in Logan's eyes. He spreads your legs with his knee as he lies on top of you, careful not to hurt you. "Are you ready for me?" he whispers, his forehead on top of yours, wanting for this to be as intimate as possible.

Your eyes look up at his, so close you could see galaxies of stars and light in its depths. You can't believe this amazing man is yours, all yours. "I'm ready," you breathed.

Logan guides his cock to your entrance, freshly lubricated. He rubs it along your slit, catching it against your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips. "You like that, baby?" he asks, knowing full well he can see the goosebumps on your skin.

"Y-yes, Logan, I love it like I love you." You speak your feelings out loud instead of on some muffins; this halts his actions, his eyes gazing at you fondly.

"I love you too," he reciprocates your feelings, gently pushing the head of his cock inside you, "you're tight. Are you okay?" his voice is strained.

You nod, "I'm fine, I just need to relax a bit more." You were already lubricated enough that it was the only other explanation it could be.

Logan licks his fingers, his index and middle finger, and gently rubs your clit, "Focus on this baby. Let me in."

Doing as he asked, you focused on the pleasure he was giving you, keeping your eyes focused on him. "Logan," you moaned.

Damn, he loves you so much. With a groan, he pushes further into you, your pillowy walls like heaven on earth. "Fuck." He rubs your clit at a faster pace, wanting more access to your folds, which keep hidden. "Open up for me some more," he whispers.

Your eyes roll back as he nearly bottoms out inside you; 7 inches almost completely inside, "you're stretching me out, Logan," you moan, the stretch of your walls a delicious feeling. You were going to need a cigarette or a joint after this.

"Almost there, princess." He says, his voice an enticing whisper with a strain. You were making him work for it, granted, unintentionally, but he was going to do it happily.

Finally, he bottoms out, his cock fully sheathed inside you like a blade, "Fuck, princess, you feel so good," he groans, speaking through clenched teeth. Knowing you need a moment to get used to his length, he suppressed the urge to fold you in half and fuck you like an animal… perhaps when the time is right.

With the scent of sweat heavy in the room, you experimentally move your hips, his dick heavy inside you; Logan clenches his fists against your bed comforter, fighting every fiber of his being to not move inside you. After what felt like an eternity, you nod your head.

"I'm okay," you reassure Logan, "you can move now." He gently pulls out of you and slams back into you, the sharp contact making you wince, "Ah!"

"Sorry! Princess, I'm sorry!" he blurts out apologies in a panic.

"N-no, it's okay, keep going!" you plead, wrapping your stocking and heel-clad legs around him, making sure the heels dig into his back like he wanted, "I like a little pain!" When the hell did you ever like pain? Since Logan.

Logan smirks with a groan, "You naughty girl." He pulls out and slams back into you once more; this time, you moan. Logan, with that encouragement, soon set a slow yet pleasurable pace. Both of you are moaning in unison. "You like that, baby? Like the way my cock slides deep into your pussy like it wants to be buried in there?"

"Y-yes!" you moan. The feeling was magnificent, and well worth the prep time and wait. You had a feeling The Wolverine was well endowed, and to have it confirmed, you almost couldn't believe it if he wasn't already balls deep inside of you. "You like my heels in your back?" you asked, pressing them further into his back, a groan loud enough to sound like a howl from the bowels of his lungs escaped, pleasurably from his lips.

"Fuck yes!" Through clenched teeth, he sounds like sin itself.

He presses your foreheads together, Logan keeps track of each subtle and non-subtle way you react to his lovemaking, talking you through everything, "That's it, princess— feels good huh—?" He had dreamt of you before he realized his feelings. While that was nice, it was nothing compared to having you writhing beneath him, moaning sweetly.

"You— feel— so— good." In between thrusts, you're nearly rendered a mess, even if that was true, you still found it in yourself to want more of Logan. More of his everything.

"Feel my cock, princess. How much he desires you, how much he loves your pussy, and how much he loves you." With strenuous effort, he speaks, yet his emotions are no less true. And he'll tell you he loves you as many times as it takes; forever if that's not long enough.

"L-love you too." Tears fall from your eyes, happy and pleasurable tears. You didn't think this moment would ever come again, not with a man like Logan.

Logan kisses your tears away, the taste of wet salt in his mouth, "You deserve all of this, baby, all of me." With that last word, he thrusts at a particular angle that makes you scream once more. He could never grow tired of your noises.

"Right there, princess?" He chuckles, knowing it's your G-spot from your reaction. He is purposely being a dick.

"Y-YES!" you scream, the pleasure starting to build at a faster pace. "Oh my God, Logan!" Squeezing him between your legs, you bring him closer as his hips slam into yours. You're going to be sore the next day, or even the next few hours, but he is worth it.

Logan abuses that spot repeatedly, his large cock kissing your cervix with the precision of a sniper, "I want you to cum for me, princess? Can you do that for me? Can you cum on my cock?" he asks, beads of sweat dripping from his face.

"I-I ca— yes!" You babble, but you manage to cry out before you drew a blank, "cum with me!"

Maneuvering with animalistic speed, Logan hikes your legs over his shoulders, folding you like an omelet until your foreheads meet again. His brutal pace started back up, the pleasure dizzying, like you could sink into your mattress, the floor, the ground, and even deep within the earth.

"Clench your pussy pr— ugh! That's itttt!" he drawls, feeling your walls clench him like a vice. He feels the familiar sensation in his nethers; he's close. "Almost, baby, hold on! I'm gonna fucking get you pregnant!" he declares without thinking, his mind in a pleasurable haze.

"Logan!" you scream once more.

With one final clash of your bodies, both of you cum simultaneously, seeing a vast expansion of the universe imploding and being created anew. Logan's claws once again extend and stab into your comforter and your mattress from the intensity of his orgasm. His seed shoots hot and deep inside your pussy. He came so hard it's leaking onto your comforter, "Fucking hell." he kisses your forehead, his claws retracting back inside, "Princess, that was so hot." he peppers kisses all over your face, effectively tickling you, his mutton chops brushing against your skin, making you giggle.

Your legs drop in what feels like a heap back onto your bed. You'd underestimated how hard you were clenching him, much harder than you thought, "Mm-hm."

Logan carefully pulls out of you; the absence of his cock makes you wince. He gazes at your pussy, seeing his seed drip out of you, "Perfect— you're mine now," he gathers some of his seed with his fingers and puts as much as he can back inside you. He plops beside you on your bed, "Sorry 'bout the comforter… and the mattress." He apologizes, "didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, Logan. These things can be replaced," you pant, your chest heaving up and down. "I'm so glad we're together now."

"Yeah, I'm glad too. I'll replace 'em, it's the least I can do," he offers. "You need the same colors? Maybe a sturdier mattress?"

You nod with a giggle, "Just what I like, and the same one is fine."

"Good to know, among other things." He says suggestively, and you playfully slap his chest. "But, seriously. Are you okay?"

Leaning on your elbows, you sit up, "I'm okay. Tired, but I'm good." A thought crosses your mind, "Did you say you'd get me pregnant, or was I too—" You bite your bottom lip, embarrassed by how caught up in the moment you got, "distracted?"

Silence falls between you, not an awkward one, but a more timid one, "Yeah," he says, "'M sorry. I don't know why I said that."

"I don't mind it, if you did." Admitting your feelings makes your face warm; the idea of getting pregnant by Logan makes your face tug up into a gentle grin. "I-I would be happy if it came down to that, you know?"

Logan could die happy at that revelation. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your hair, "Thank you." You both lie next to each other, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, the silence comfortable and uninterrupted until you hear, "Wade's planning a party for us at 6 o'clock. Celebrating us, but I think Wade just wanted an excuse to party."

You perk up, sitting up fully, you look at your body, then at Logan's, both of you covered in red and purple marks along your necks. You were decorated with more along your chest. How were you going to conceal them? Everyone was going to see your markings, well, not Al, but you still groaned once you looked at the time, 4:50 pm, "Fuck."

After cleaning up the best you can, and re-dressing in the clothes you both were already wearing, you and Logan arrive together, hand in hand and blissful. Reaching the door to Wade's apartment, you're reminded of the first time you came here, nervous and anxious, though Wade did his best to help you, for some reason, he didn't quite assist you in the way you needed. This time, though similar, it's very different: "Let's go. Be prepared." A voice of warning from Logan, you glance up at him, a fire lit up in your gut.

"I can do this."

Logan swings the door open, and as expected, a wide array of people are present, at least as many as can be fit in the apartment. Colorful streamers decorate the living room and kitchen, plus one large 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' banner hanging above the kitchen for all to see. Fucking Wade.

"Congratulations!" they all cheer; your cheeks warm in an instant.

The first to approach you is Jess, who hugs you, borderline knocking you to the floor, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Always one for dramatics, she is. You notice Wade taking your boyfriend, a reluctant expression etched on his face, your face speaks to Logan that saying, "What can we do?"

"Love you too, Jess."

"Did you get mauled by an animal or something? Good Lord, you're practically marked all over!" She can only see the marks on your neck, but correctly assumes you have others.

Though you expected this, you were no less embarrassed, "I-I just."

"How was it? Was he big like I asked?"

"Jessica, I swear…" You wanted to crawl into a hole and take Logan with you. In fact, that was sounding more and more appealing as Jess continued to prattle on and on.

After a while, Wade pries Jess away from you, "Jesus, girl, have some decorum!" he chastises. Oh, the irony of that statement. Does Wade have any self-awareness? To your surprise, she retreats into the kitchen, you guess to get some alcohol, knowing she'll mingle with the party guests.

Wade hands you a Mike's Hard Lemonade Strawberry flavor, "Hope this is good, you like it?" Wade asks.

Popping off the cap, you take a swig, the taste of bubbly strawberries travels down your esophagus, "Sure do!" Wade smiles mischievously, eying the hickies adorning your neck.

"Oh, Wade, not you too!" You groan, your head dropping in exhaustion.

"I knew he was an animal, but God Damn! That's like a fucking necklace!" Wade, continuing his "witty" remarks, introduces you to the rest of his friends, whom he only rarely sees, as they have their own lives. Colossus, Negasocnic Teenage Warhead, her girlfriend Yukio, Peter, Dopinder, and finally his girlfriend Vanessa, who smiles sweetly at you.

Finally, you and Wade reach the kitchen, and you take a breath of relief. Wade soon leaves you to yourself, but not before saying, "Wait, 20 seconds and answer your phone." He glances at his watch, "17 seconds." He suddenly takes off, leaving you confused.

The fuck?

"Hell of a party, huh, princess?" Logan's gravelly voice enters your radar of hearing as he enters the kitchen, and you turn to smile at him.

You snort. "He can throw one, that's for damn sure." Logan's hands find their way to your waist, his thumbs caress your ribcage as you take another swig of Mike's Hard; warmth spreads across your body that has nothing to do with the alcohol.

"Easy on that stuff, baby." He chuckles, full-bodied, with short bursts, and relaxed.

"Trust me, I'm fine." You were never one to get full-on drunk; just a little tipsy is enough for you.

Wade, in the center of the party, counts down, "3, 2, 1," and your cell phone rings to life.

"Huh?" You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, reading the caller ID, "Logan, it's 2nd and Charles! They're calling me back!" You couldn't believe it, but the evidence is right in front of your eyes.

"Answer it." He encourages, a ghost of a smile pulling on his face.

"Hello?" you hold your phone to your ear, Josh, the man who interviewed you on the other line, "Yes? I-I did?" your heart rate picked up, "Y-yes! Thank you! I'll be there! Thank you so much, Josh!" hanging up you fling yourself into Logans arms, your phone nearly slipping out of your hand, "I got the job, Logan! Starting next Monday!" you scream, elation shooting through you like fireworks.

Logan doesn't miss a beat, hugging you back, "Congratulations, princess. You deserve this," he spoke softly in your ear. Those words are only meant for you to hear. "I love you." He says.

"I love you, too."

Wade smiles, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Exactly as it's supposed to be. Isn't that right?"

Wade winks at the writer.

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