"Wade would be terrified and insecure in a real relationship that he has an emotional connection with. Because with Vanessa, their relationship was purely sexual and intimate. There was hardly any emotion in their relationship. But with Logan and Wade, they’re have an actual connection."
Hi!
This is such a bad take stop saying this shit.
It's so misogynistic and honestly annoying as fuck to hate on the female love intrest because it gets in the way of your gay ship, also do you happen to be blind? What do you mean their relationship was "purely sexual"? Did we watch the same movies?
Cw: implied past eating disorder and cancer related puking
Vanessa never really knew why, but some days, Wade ate a lot of toast. Sometimes half a loaf. He would visit the bathroom often and come back smelling clean. Minty or lemon scented.
He'd smile and say "Why not? I like toast." When asked why but secretly she wondered if there was more to it.
It wasn't until Logan came around that she finally figured it out.
Here, in the morning, Wade had toast for breakfast. Simple really. Just two slices with jam. She had noticed Logan's gestures moved away from the lunch plans they were talking about.
"What about that place on 6th street?" He has said before, but now was suggesting a movie marathon at home.
What had changed? Within a wordless instant, they had taken lunch off the table.
"Maybe for dinner?" She asks, getting a curious look from Logan and a smile from Wade. Subtle enough to be unnoticeable if you hadn't been with him for the last 10 years.
"Yeah! Maybe. I heard they take reservations, though." Was all that was said, but Vanessa squinted, peering into those deep yellows, searching for any sort of falsification.
"Yeah... maybe." She repeats, only for him to glance back at Logan, taking a big bite of the toast. "So what movies are we gonna watch? Whatever you want. I'm not picky." Wade says, another sharp bite.
"What? Oh yes, you are." The scuff man smirks. "You're prissier than a lil miss pretty in pink pagent show."
"And I think you've been spending too much time with Rouge." Wade giggled. "What do you think V?"
"I think hes right. You ARE prissy and petty... And pathetic."
"Oi, you love pathetic men." He says, shoving the rest of the toaste in his mouth, jam falling down his chin.
Rolling her eyes, Vanessa kisses his lips, licking the jelly off. "That I do.. and you smell.. different." The tone it's said in is suspicious. Because it kinda was.
"I changed my body wash. This one's supposed to be gentle on skin. Wolvie said it would be better for me, but I think it smells like ass."
"It's irratant free." Logan budded in, taking a sip of his soda. "Which includes those perfumes."
"Look peanut, you might be able to get away with being all naturel with your manly wolvie musk but I smell like death." Wade says, eating the other toast.
"That's kind of an insult to Death, isn't it?" She asks, shifting to grab the remote, scrolling through their options.
"Oh definitely. She smells like fresh bloomed flowers after it rains." He mutters, filled with longing and well- Toast.
"Well, don't go dying on us just to see her, 'kay bub?" It's taken as a jabe, this serious statment was. As all things were to Wade, who only laughs, getting up.
"Yeah, yeah. Alright, you two choose. Don't have too much fun without me." He says, heading off to the bathroom.
Hm. Nothing seems out of place just yet. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she had a feeling something was wrong.
When Wade returned, he smelt of artifical mint and that gross cheap spray that gas stations used in their bathroom. The lemon kind that smelled more like chemicals then actual lemons.
Ood, but not unusual. Maybe they just got minty bar soap. Who knows. Though she didn't remember seeing any.. huh.
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Later, just as they were starting the second movie, Logan had brought a big bowl of buttery pop corn and again a plate of toast. This time buttered.
"Hold on. I gotta go to the bathroom again. You know. Kidney cancer shit. Go ahead and start without me." Wade says, waving them off as he leaves.
Blinking, for a second, Vanessa wondered. This was his 6th time going to the bathroom already and not every time, but most times, he would be in there for a good couple of minutes.
"Is he okay?" She asked Logan, who shrugged, having the toast in his lap, holding it. "About as okay as he'll ever be I guess."
"Soo no. Got it.. hey, can I ask you something?" Vanessa scoots a little closer, quieting down her voice as the starting credits play on the tv.
"If it's what I think, the awnser is no."
"What? No! Not that. God... men. I was gonna ask.. Why does Wade eat so much toast? Doesn't it give him a stomach ache? I thought he was allergic to gluten for a while." She adds, whispering.
Logan now tilts his head, giving her a stupid look only to soften into a 'Oh yeah' expression. "Right.. not everyone has my nose. My bad. Wade eats a bunch of toast because it settles and soaks up his stomach acid. Mentioned something about 'it's better to have something to throw up then nothing at all' too, which I hope is about the stomach cancer and not.. nevermind." He waves his hand, shaking his head. "It's true, though. Trust me, I've threw up a ton as a kid, and it was always better to have something in there."
"So... every time he..." She gestures to the bathroom vaugey with her hand. "He's.. puking?"
"Yeh.. kind of suprised you didn't know already. Though.. I guess it makes sense." Logan mutters, thinking.
"He's been hiding it from me.." It's a statement as if realizing this on her own, now processing.
"It's not really your fault. He physically can't hide it from me.. I can smell it. I can smell him crying and hear him brushing his teeth too." He mutters, looking at the bathroom door, that now clicks open and out comes a freshly cleaned up Wade, smiling that fake, appeasing grin.
Vanessa goes silent about the subject, only scooting back over and patting his seat between them. "You're just in luck. The movie just started."
Coming over, Wade sits between them, pulling his feet up to tuck under Logan's ass with a cheeky grin.
"Here. Eat." He mutters, handing the toast plate to Wade, who immediately begins to eat it.
"Ooh! Wolvie you salted it like I like!" He coes, shifting to lean agaisnt him, nuzzling his cheek.
"Mhm. I remember. Also... Vanessa wants to ask you something."
Her eyes widden, looking at Logan with that 'bitch!?' Look only to smile nervously, brows going together in a sense of tensity.
"Yes!" Wade boarderline chants.
"No! Not that! God.. you both are disgusting. I... I wanted to ask... Why did you feel the need to hide it from me-"
"Hide what? He immediately asks, cutting her off.
"The fact that you're throwing up........again.."
The volume of the pause is deafening. Enough for Wade's fake grin to drop, instantly turning to Logan as if he had just cut his heart out and sold it to the goverment (fuck the goverment, a voice echoed in his head)
"Why did you- i-.. I don't know what you're talking about." He laughs, forcibly.
Both of his partners stare at him, quiet and not finding this behavior any funny.
"I'm not! Ness I-i don't-"
"Wade..." Logan mutters, giving him a look.
Tearing up, Wade shifts, tensing and holds his plate tight. "B-but I'm not!!... not like that. I-i swear! I-..." a couple tears fall down his cheeks as Logan rubs his back, taking the chance of being injured. "Logan helped me get better."
This confession hurts to say. Ness knows it. The way his voice tightened and how panicked he got.
"That's.. not what I meant, sweetie."
"Oh...OH.. well fuck.. I- c-Cause it's fucking disgusting?? Why would I want you to worry 'bout me anyway? I don't need anyon' to carry my burdens for me. I can do it myself. A-and look mighty sexy doing it!" He says, wiping his eyes and sniffling, seeming to stop crying now that it was clarified.
"He's right about that last bit.. how you make insane seem sexy is beyond me." The flirt from Logan makes Wade smile, which is all that was needed at the moment.
"Pfft- like you're one to talk.."
"Wade, Sweetheart. You are not a burden and neither is your bullshit. Logan might have married you first but your bullshit is still my bullshit. Yeah?"
"V, I'm already the phyco guy who looks like half raw half burnt bacon, okay? I don't need to be known as 'the guy that pukes all the time' too."
She blinks, a little taken aback. "..Is that how you think we see you?" Taking his hands, she starts to talk, but Logan interrupts.
"That's a lot of words for 'Sexy motherfucker with a big mouth and nice ass' but sure. Potato patato."
Smiling again, Wade giggles. "Sttoopp... dont stop."
"I won't. But you gotta litsen to her yeah? Or shes gonna go all dommy mommy on you and make you write those affermations again."
"Fuckin' hated that..." Wade mutters, letting her thumbs rub over his rough backroad like hands, over his knuckles and up his wrists.
"And I'll do it again. You look at me and you listen good. You are way more to me then you will ever know. You are ever changing. Evolving. So is my love for you. No, you don't have to tell me every little thing, but telling me you don't feel good shouldn't feel like being a burden. Got it?"
"Mhm.." Wade was looking away, not wanting to look her in the eyes. No, because then he would be forced to see all the truth love in her eyes, proof against all the lies that his mind has made him believe.
"Wade Winston Wilson-" She states.
"Shit... you didn't have to goverment name me.." He whines, looking at her, seeing deep into her soul. She was telling the truth. She loved him. Bullshit and all.
Tearing up again, he makes a whimper sound, lips curling into the biggest frown. "Y-you mean it?"
"Of course I do.. you don't have to hide what's going on, baby.... now come lay on my tits and watch a medicore overhyped movie." She grins, shifting to let Wade curl into her, an arm wrapped around him, petting his head.
Logan scoots closer, putting an arm around them both, Holding the popcorn, smiling. Finally. Someone had shoved some sense into that stupid head of his. Maybe now he'd stop lying about having to pee so much.
Settling into their cuddle pile, Wade fells better, the toast filling his stomach, love in his heart, and eyes dry.
".....I have to puke again." He mutters, not even an entire 45 seconds of being in their grasp.
Both Vanessa and Logan sigh, letting him get up. "At this point just bring the trashcan, bub."
Worst wolverine, who can now barley break the fourth wall: You know.. what's weird about being married to a man gayer then a box of peacocks is that sometimes he's so straight that it's concerning. I mean look at him. Straight as hell.
Wade: *behaving himself, all cuddled up to Vanessa*
Worst wolverine: Like thats my husband. MY. Husband. But Ness comes over and suddenly he's not my husband anymore :"( That's a straight man.
Wade: Oi dont call me that! Thats Derogatory! And pan erasure-
Vanessa: ...Why is he talking to that wall?
Wade: He's pouting to the reader. Slandering my name that im ignoring him.
Vanessa: Is he okay?
Wade: Eh he probably just wants attention. Domestic wolverines are very handler oriented. *sighs* Wolvie come're. Come cuddle with us!
Logan: *still pouting* No! You're not my husband anymore! I dont even know you! *runs away fake crying*
*Vanessa, having a flash back to all the intense kinky sex they had and every time, rather gagged or tied up, getting stepped on or on top, ussually ending or begining with her just holding him and letting him nuzzle her neck or suck on her tits while he has the biggest heart eyes she's ever seen, petting his head and telling him how much she loves him. "Mommys good boy.. yeah? Mhm? Gonna be a good boy for mama? Yeah? Shhh. Im proud of you. Mommys pretty boy.. I love you." Until those big yellow eyes of his glew with such adoration, radiating with love and relaxation*
I love the way you write wade and Vanessa's relationship so much!!!
WHO ARE YOU
we need to have indepth conversations asap.
Because I, too, like how I write their relationship and its so important to me that people know about them. Like "oh hey- thats the person that writes all that poolverine angst" No no no- "AND writes polypool in a way that works for everyone" YES YES YES
Tw: Mentions of miscarriage, child loss, voices, mental illness, argueing.
Logan is starting to get worried. A little too worried. Some of the things he is saying make far too much sense, the way he holds the baby, becoming way too serious to be simply coping. If anything, Evelyn was making him cope less, forcing him to spend most of his time with her, taking her to the park, taking her to the store, and even to work. It was getting to the point where Eve was "crying" during class and began to freak out some of the students.
"..but.. Mr. Wade.. she's a toy."
"She's crying!"
The silence was loud to them, but not to Wade, who was now on paid suspension for two weeks to try to settle his mental state but now Wade couldn't even sleep without the doll. He didn't laugh as much anymore. He didn't take many merc jobs anymore. Hell- he didn't want to take any jobs at the moment, even bringing up the idea of being a stay at home dad. This, of course caused an argument.
"Wade, you cant be a stay at home dad if we don't have any kids! If you want to take a break thats fine, but you can't use her as an excuse, shes... shes plastic, honey. You need to realize that. Shes not real. You are making the crying on your own."
"I'm not! An-and she IS crying!"
"All she does is cry apprently! It's not healthy, Wade. Something is wrong!"
"She laughs too! S-she giggles at me! It's real! I-i can hear it!" He cries, still holding the doll in his arms, yelling back like a tired mother in a Drama who just found out her husband was cheating.
"If you don't want to be part of this family.. t-Then don't! Leave us alone! Go! She dosn't need a father like you anyway!" He screams, wearing nothing but his silk nightie robe and a pair of boxers... storming off into their room.
Slamming the door..
So, It leads him to consult an expert in Wade's manic depressive episodes. Vanessa. Wade mentioned them both taking parenting classes to see if they were ready for a kid but the way Wade was describing it... there may have already been one.. Infact that's why he called her here.
At first, he pitter pattered around the subject. Lightly implying, and then beat around the bush, beating the bush finally when she ignored the question, acting as if she hadn't heard. Logan knew already by her avoidance, but he needed her to confirm. To be sure.
"Were you... ever pregnant?..while with Wade, I mean.." It's a whisper, in the corner of some run down diner. He had bought her a piece of strawberry short cake and a coffee in hopes to soften things over, he himself a coffee and buttered pancakes.
"What? No.. why would you think that?" She says, but looks away, quickly taking a drink of her coffee, looking longingly out the window.
"...Ness.."
She glances at him with such wide eyes, frowning. "What is it, Logan?"
"I won't tell him." He states, watching as she swallows, looking around before whispering.
"...It would destroy him."
That's what Logan thought. An internal sigh washed over him as he glances down at the table. "I know.. but with Eve-"
"That stupid babydoll he carries around to torture me with? What about her?" She grunts, by now her eyes teary, begining to look at the ceiling, clearly angry that she couldn't have what she wanted, and yet Wade could play with the doll.
Ooh... that made sense as to why Vanessa wouldn't play mommy and daddy with him. His brows crease upwards, head lowering as he looks at her with such sympathy. "Yeah....Why didn't you tell me? I can put her up when you visit.. so.. It's not as painful..."
"He can't know. No one can know. If he found out, he'd-" Her throat tightens, cutting off as she took a deep breath, now staring at him in his eyes, serious and biting her tounge.
"...Promise me."
"I won't tell him... I promise." Taking a napkin, he passed it to her. "I just.. I need to know what's going on so I can get him help. By helping me, you're helping him." He whispers, letting things sit like that for a while, silently starting to eat his food, waiting patiantly.
Finally, Vanessa took a breath. "Don't let this be for nothing.."
"I won't...Do you know if anyone else could possibly-"
Vanessa gave him a glare. One that said 'Ive been engaged to this bastard for 10 years and you think he has a kid with someone else?'
So Logan nodded. "Got it."
But now this leads Logan to wonder... Did Wade deserve to know? It was his kid afterall...
Need someone to desperately draw wade in the middle of a cuddle puddle.
Preferablly that goes Peter, vanessa, wade with his arms around both vanessa and Death, smiling ear to ear, Death literally death glaring at Logan, Logan giving her the finger claw, and Nathan giving Wade a "wtf" look from all the way at the end near peter, who is also confused but not judging.
Cable: Wtf wade
Peter: Yes erm- why is death here? 😃
Vanessa: *lowkey flirty eyes at death*
Death: Ill kill you
Logan: Try and take me away from him. I dare you. If you want to take him permenatly you'll have to go through me.
Death, deciding that his anger is fun: I can arrange that. 😏
Wade: Guys guys guys- theres enough of me to go around! Logan you are NOT gonna win that fight- Pete its uh... its complicated. Nathan dont you fucking dare ive seen what youre into-
