⁷⁾ “look, all i’m trying to tell you i- oh god, no, please don’t cry.” and poly poolverine
title; soft spots and sharp edges (poly!poolverine x fem!reader)
prompts; “look, all i’m trying to tell you is- oh god, no, please don’t cry” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts
warnings; established relationship, poly relationship, wade and logan comfort reader, but that’s it basically (553 words)
a/n; to say i litch never know what gifs to use for them lol
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the hideout was unusually quiet, which, considering Wade was in the building, was suspicious in itself.
you glanced between the two men who had somehow, impossibly, caved out space in your chaotic life and heart.
Logan sat on the couch with a beer in one hand and a scowl on his face, Wade was pacing behind him, unmasked for once, biting at a ragged thumbnail.
you stood in the kitchen, arms crossed over your chest as you watched them like a storm cloud ready to rain hellfire.
“i just don’t understand why you didn’t say anything”
you muttered barely above a whisper, making Wade freeze mid pace.
“we didn’t want to freak you out, baby”
Logan grunted, swirling the bottle of beer as he stayed planted on the couch.
“we were trying to give it time, ease into things”
you let out a breath that shook more than you meant it to, a silent vow to the storm of emotions swirling in your head.
other than that, the silence between each of you talking was deafening.
“so i’m just supposed to be okay with you guys going on missions, disappearing for days and not saying whether you’re coming back? what if you didn’t? what if—“
Wade interrupted you, taking a step towards you.
“look, all i’m trying to tell you i—“
your lip wobbled, and the words were forgotten on his tongue. it was only one stupid, tiny wobble but everything shifted in the room.
they shifted.
“oh god, no, please don’t cry.”
Logan stood so fast his beer hit the floor, the bottle clattering to the ground after it had spun.
“darlin’, hey—shit”
you tried to turn away, but Wade was already there, arms wrapping around you like a human cocoon of chaos and gunpowder.
he smelled like gunpowder, always did. but there was a hint of gun oil and sugar this time.
his grip was gentle, softer than he usually let himself be.
“i didn’t mean to make you feel like that”
he murmured, nuzzling against your temple.
Logan stepped in on your other side, calloused hand on your waist, grounding you.
“we’re not used to.. this”
he said gruffly, gesturing between the three of you.
“caring, talking. not running when shit gets complicated”
you let out a half sob, half laugh.
“i don’t need a perfect relationship, i just need to know that i matter”
Wade chimed in immediately, making you sob out a laugh at his efforts.
“you do. like, top tier matter. platinum level matter. better than Logan’s cigar matter”
that made Logan huff and roll his eyes, but he made no effort to pull away from the three way embrace.
carefully, you cradled both of their faces in your hands, stroking your thumbs in tandem across their cheeks.
“he’s right”
Logan told as you looked up between them—one scarred, one scowling—and both looking like they’d set the world on fire to keep you warm. rhemrhu
“then please don’t shut me out”
you whispered, before Wade leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.
“never again”
Logan nodded, copying Wades action on the other side of your head.
“you got us, all in”
your tears dried up quickly after that, tucked between two mutants who loved you the only way they knew how, dacfiercely, messily, and completely.
