Fated || Deadpool x wolverine x m!reader

"I'm not blushing. You're imagining things. Shut up."

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how unusually comfortable you felt. For once, there was no ache in your body, no stiff joints from sleeping in awkward positions.

The second thing you noticed was the warmth.

Blinking groggily, you became aware of your surroundings. Your head was resting against a firm chest, the steady thump of a heartbeat beneath your ear. An arm—your arm—was draped across a familiar scarred torso, and the faint scent of Wade's soap lingered in the air.

You froze.

Memories of the previous night flooded back in vivid detail, your cheeks immediately heating as you realized where you were. Wade's chest rose and fell under your touch, his breathing slow and even in sleep.

And then there was Logan.

Turning your head slightly, you saw him beside you, lying on his side. His hand rested comfortably on your waist, his rough fingers lightly curled against your bare skin. His presence was solid, unmovable, as if guarding you even in sleep.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Oh

With as much stealth as you could muster, you slipped out from between them and sat up, your knees drawn to your chest. You planted one hand on your knee to support your weight, your other hand gripping the back of your neck as your thoughts raced.

What the hell happened last night?

Okay, you knew what happened. But the full weight of it hit you now, in the cold light of morning, and the heat in your face doubled.

What the hell did I just do?

The bed creaked softly behind you.

"Morning, hot stuff," Wade's familiar voice crooned, still husky with sleep.

You stiffened as you felt him sit up behind you, his hand brushing your lower back lightly.

Wade blinked at you, his scarred face settling into a familiar grin as he took in your stiff posture and bright red face. "Whoa, what's this?" he teased. "You look like you just walked in on a live-action rom-com. Oh wait—you're the star!"

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as your elbows rested on your knees. "Don't start, Wade."

"Oh, I'm starting," Wade said, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Look at you. All flustered and adorable. I mean, I don't blame you—it was a memorable night. Ten out of ten. Highly recommend."

"Shut up," you muttered, your voice muffled by your hands.

"Aw, you're adorable when you're flustered," Wade said, reaching out to gently tug at your wrist. "Come on, let me see that cute little face—"

You made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine, refusing to lift your head.

Logan's gruff voice cut through the teasing. "What's going on now?"

You peeked through your fingers as Logan sat up beside you, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His shirt was rumpled, the collar slightly stretched, and his sleepy but piercing eyes landed on you instantly.

"cutie here's having a little post-night freakout," Wade explained, slinging an arm casually over your shoulder.

You shrugged his arm off, glaring. "I am not freaking out."

Logan raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "You sure? You look like you're about to bolt."

You shot him a look, heat still burning in your cheeks. "I'm not bolting. I'm just—processing."

Wade snorted. "Processing, huh? Is that what the kids call it these days?"

"Wade," Logan said, his tone carrying just enough warning to make Wade back off—slightly.

"Fine, fine," Wade said, holding up his hands. "I'll be nice. For now."

Logan turned his attention back to you, his smirk softening. "You alright?"

You hesitated, your fingers brushing against the back of your neck. "I...yeah. I'm fine."

"Good," Logan said, leaning back against the headboard. "'Cause you don't need to freak out about this. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" you repeated, incredulous. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Logan shrugged, his smirk growing. "Yeah. And I'm not complaining."

"Me neither," Wade chimed in, leaning back on his hands with a grin. "In fact, I'd call it a team-building exercise."

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. "Shut uuuuup"

"And you're stuck with us," Logan said, his tone light but firm.

The bond hummed faintly between the three of you, a quiet reminder of the connection you were still trying to wrap your head around. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn't deny the warmth that settled in your chest at their presence.

Wade bumped his shoulder against yours, his grin softening. "Relax, Birdie. You're overthinking it. Just... go with the flow. Live a little."

"Coming from you, that's terrifying," you muttered, but the corner of your mouth twitched upward despite yourself.

Logan chuckled, the sound low and warm. "He's got a point, though. We're not going anywhere. Might as well get used to it."

You sighed heavily, leaning back against the headboard, your hand lazily swiping through the air in a half-hearted shooing motion. "Go awaaay," you muttered

Wade gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest as if you'd just mortally wounded him. "Go away? Go away?! After the magical night we shared, you want to shoo us? Y/n, I thought we meant something to you."

Logan chuckled, stretching his arms over his head before sliding out of bed. "Alright, enough messing with him. I'm getting coffee. You want anything?"

You gave him a flat look. "A new life."

"Don't think we can brew that," Logan replied, smirking. "But I'll see what I can do."

As he left the room, you turned back to Wade, who had flopped dramatically onto his back, his arms stretched out as if waiting for an encore round of chaos.

You then flipped him off

Wade gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you'd physically wounded him.

You pushed yourself off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Wade grinned up at you from his sprawl on the mattress, his scarred face practically glowing with mischief. "You know, if you keep treating me like this, people are gonna start thinking you don't like me."

"Good," you muttered, heading toward the door.

"Lies and slander!" Wade called after you, sitting up and draping himself theatrically across the pillows. "You adore me. You just don't know it yet. And don't worry, I'm patient—I'll wait for the day you realize I'm your one true love."

You stopped in the doorway, turning just enough to flip him off again without even looking back.

"Twice in one morning!" Wade exclaimed, dramatically throwing himself back onto the bed. "Be still, my heart! He's flirting with me!"

You didn't respond, though a faint smirk tugged at your lips as you headed toward the kitchen.