Ok But What If I’m Flipping Out
Ok but what if I’m flipping out
More Posts from Vagabondicus and Others
This smile was insane! He finally found someone who could take his cat-like temperament. Someone he can scratch as hard as he likes, and he won't be hurt. Someone who will take all the hits and never leave. Someone who will give him back as hard as he gives. Someone who won't die on him.
Lin-Manuel Miranda is so funny to me, he decided to write a historical musical and cast himself as the lead. But the only thing he decided to change was making two people in love with him.
“I need my me time” I say at four in the morning
as much of a romantic as I know logan to be I can't see him at his big age using words like "partner" or "boyfriend/girlfriend" to describe a significant other. I think when he introduces wade to someone he says "he's my..." and then he flips through all the options in his head and he hates the idea of any of them coming out of his mouth so he just says "he's mine." and wade.. ummm let's just say logan never hears the end of it.
Logan gnaws on things as if he’s constantly teething. He’s always done it, and typically resorted to chewing the inside of his cheek or the rim of a bottle in the past. It was more acceptable that way. No one really batted an eye, nor did he make a big deal about it
Well, until Wade picked up on it.
He first noticed it when Logan would chew and grind his teeth against the glass rim of some cheap whiskey that lasted a grand three hours, at best, on a bad day.
After that, Wade would discreetly offer things for Logan to chew on, most of which were immediately denied.
Until one night Althea, Wade, and Logan were all sitting in the living space of their apartment, watching some British tv show that Wade was heavily interested in. He was practically latched onto Logan, arm wrapped around his shoulders and leaning into the latter.
Halfway through the night, Logan had slowly brought Wade’s hand to his mouth, gnawing on the knuckle of the mercenary.
Wade was ecstatic to say the least. He didn’t dare move an inch incase Logan suddenly became self-aware and pulled away.
Wade didn’t care about the slobber collecting on his hand, nor the idle pain from Logan’s canines digging into his skin. He barely even cared for the show now, watching Logan completely space out instead. The soft blue light from the TV illuminated Logan’s face almost beautifully, and Wade couldn’t help but be enamored.
He rested his head down on Logan’s shoulder finally (very slowly as to not alert the man), relaxing into the sensation and the fluttering in his stomach.
He prayed the moment wouldn’t ever end, closing his eyes and listening to Logan’s breathing. He could stay there forever if whatever celestial being allowed it.
