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The First Real Session

It started with Wade. Of course, it started with Wade.

You’d been relaxing on the couch after a long day, Logan flipping through a newspaper while you leaned against his shoulder. Wade, as always, was sprawled dramatically across the opposite armrest.

“You know what we don’t do enough of?” Wade asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Shut up and let me read?” Logan grunted, not looking up.

“Wrong,” Wade said, sitting up with a wicked grin. “Making out. We’re a sexy, unconventional throuple, and I feel like we’re not capitalizing on that nearly enough.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Wade, we make out all the time.”

“Yeah,” he said, wagging a finger at you. “But it’s always one-on-one. Where’s the teamwork? The synergy? The steamy, three-person smooch sessions I was promised?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, here I am,” Wade replied, sliding across the couch until he was practically in your lap. “C’mon, hun. Let’s set an example for Wolfie over there.”

Before you could respond, Wade cupped your face and kissed you. It was playful at first, his lips moving softly against yours, but it deepened quickly, his hands sliding into your hair as he pulled you closer.

Logan tried to ignore it, muttering under his breath, but when Wade broke the kiss and turned to him with a smirk, he knew it was over.

“Your turn, big guy.”

“I’m not playing this game,” Logan said, though his resolve was already crumbling.

“Suit yourself,” Wade said, leaning in and kissing Logan before he could stop him.

It lasted all of three seconds before Logan shoved Wade away, growling, “What the hell, Wilson?”

Wade grinned. “Told you it’d be fun.”

Finding a Rhythm

It didn’t take long for make-out sessions to become a regular thing.

Sometimes it was spontaneous—a quick kiss from Wade while you were cooking, followed by Logan pulling you into his arms as if to reclaim his territory. Other times, it was deliberate, like the nights when the three of you would pile onto the couch and let the moment take over.

Wade was always the instigator, his hands wandering and his kisses playful. Logan, on the other hand, was more deliberate. He liked to take his time, his kisses slower and deeper, as if he wanted to savor every second.

You were the one who balanced them out, moving between the two with an ease that felt almost natural. It wasn’t always perfect—there were plenty of bumped noses, awkward pauses, and moments of uncontrollable laughter—but it was yours.

The Unexpected Interruptions

One of the biggest challenges of being in a throuple? Finding uninterrupted time together.

There was one memorable evening when the three of you had been enjoying a particularly intense make-out session on the bed. Logan had you pinned beneath him, his lips trailing down your neck, while Wade pressed kisses along your jawline from the other side.

It was perfect—until the doorbell rang.

“Don’t answer it,” Wade muttered, his voice muffled against your skin.

Logan sighed, pulling back. “What if it’s important?”

“It’s not,” Wade said, pulling you closer. “Nothing is more important than this.”

The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud knock.

With a growl, Logan got up, muttering curses under his breath as he headed for the door. You and Wade exchanged a look, trying to stifle your laughter.

When Logan returned, he was carrying a package and looking thoroughly annoyed. “It was a delivery.”

Wade grinned. “Perfect timing! Now, where were we?”

The Competitive Streak

One night, Wade decided to turn a simple make-out session into a competition.

“You know what we need?” he said, pulling back from a kiss with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Logan groaned. “If you say ‘rules,’ I’m leaving.”

“No, no, better than rules. A contest. Who’s the best kisser?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious,” Wade said, turning to you. “You’re the judge, obviously.”

Logan shook his head. “This is ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re still here,” Wade said with a smirk. “Alright, honey, pucker up. Let’s do this.”

What followed was equal parts hilarious and surprisingly sweet. Wade’s kisses were playful and varied, each one accompanied by a whispered joke or a soft touch. Logan’s were slower, more deliberate, his hands steady on your waist as if to remind you who you belonged to.

By the end, you were breathless and laughing, unable to choose a winner.

“Guess it’s a tie,” you said, leaning back against the couch.

Wade grinned. “Works for me. Double the practice sessions!”

The Quiet Moments

Not every make-out session was wild or chaotic.

There were nights when the three of you would lie together in bed, the world outside fading away as you shared soft kisses and whispered promises. Logan’s hand would rest on your back, grounding you, while Wade’s fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm.

In those moments, there was no need for words. The kisses spoke for themselves—a quiet reminder of the bond you shared, the love that tied the three of you together despite the odds.

Because at the end of the day, it wasn’t about who kissed who or how it happened. It was about the connection, the trust, and the simple joy of being together.

How Logan Fell for You

Logan didn’t fall easily. His heart was a fortress built over decades of loss, regret, and hardened resolve. But you? You had a way of slipping past his defenses without even trying.

At first, you were just someone who worked alongside him, another fighter in the mess of missions and mutant chaos. You were capable and steady, which Logan appreciated, but it wasn’t until that one mission—weeks after you’d first crossed paths—that he really began to notice you.

The two of you had been sent to track a rogue mutant causing havoc in the Canadian wilderness. Logan was in his element, trudging through snow and tracking signs that no one else would’ve noticed. But you? You were different. You didn’t complain about the freezing weather or his gruff demeanor. Instead, you kept up with him stride for stride, your quiet determination matching his own.

It was during one of your campfire stops, the orange glow illuminating your face, that Logan caught himself staring. You were tending to a pot of coffee, your movements calm and precise, when you glanced up and caught his gaze.

“What?” you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Nothing,” Logan grunted, looking away.

But it wasn’t nothing. It was the way you didn’t push, didn’t pry. The way you seemed content to let the silence settle between you without filling it with meaningless words.

Over time, it was the little things that chipped away at Logan’s walls. The way you always remembered how he liked his coffee. The way you stood up for the younger mutants at the school. The way you weren’t afraid to call him out when he was being too stubborn for his own good.

And then there was that day when he came back from a particularly rough mission, his knuckles bloodied and his temper frayed. You didn’t ask questions or try to fix him. You just handed him a cold beer, sat beside him on the porch, and stayed there in silence until he finally exhaled the tension in his chest.

It was in that moment, with the stars above and your quiet presence beside him, that Logan realized he was in trouble.

How Wade Fell for You

Wade would tell anyone who asked (and even those who didn’t) that he fell for you the moment you punched him in the face.

It was during a mission that he’d somehow roped you and Logan into. Wade had gone in guns blazing, making loud, inappropriate jokes while the enemy fired back. You, on the other hand, had been trying to approach things a bit more… strategically.

“Wilson,” you’d hissed as he ducked behind the same crate as you, bullets ricocheting overhead. “What part of ‘wait for my signal’ did you not understand?”

“All of it,” Wade had replied with a grin.

You’d glared at him, your eyes blazing with frustration, and before he could dodge, you’d swung your fist and clocked him square in the jaw.

“Hot,” Wade had muttered as he crumpled to the ground, stars spinning in his vision.

After that, Wade couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were smart, strong, and so out of his league—which, of course, only made him want to try harder.

Wade’s attempts to woo you started almost immediately. He left you ridiculous notes scrawled in Sharpie, bought you tacky souvenirs from his travels, and occasionally serenaded you with wildly inappropriate songs over comms during missions.

What Wade didn’t expect, though, was how much he’d come to care about you beyond his usual antics.

It was during a quieter mission—a stakeout where the three of you were holed up in a dingy safehouse for hours on end. You’d fallen asleep on the couch, your head resting on Wade’s shoulder.

At first, Wade had cracked a joke, trying to lighten the weirdly intimate moment. But when you didn’t stir, he glanced down and saw the way your face softened in sleep, the tension of the mission slipping away.

Something in his chest tightened, and for once, Wade didn’t say anything. He just sat there, letting you rest, and realized that he’d do anything to keep that peaceful expression on your face.

How You Became the Center of Their World

Logan and Wade’s love for you didn’t happen at the same time or in the same way, but once they admitted it—to themselves and to each other—it became the anchor of their unconventional relationship.

Logan loved you for your strength and quiet understanding, for the way you balanced his storm with calm and gave him a reason to keep fighting.

Wade loved you for your fire and resilience, for the way you challenged him to be better without ever asking him to change who he was.

Together, they loved you fiercely and wholly, each bringing a piece of themselves to your shared life. And though the journey to becoming a throuple hadn’t been without its challenges, one thing was certain: they wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Mornings with Logan and Wade were... chaotic.

The first clash came over something as mundane as breakfast.

You were in the kitchen, trying to make coffee, when Wade bounded in, still wearing his pajamas, which happened to be a unicorn onesie this morning. He swept you into a dramatic dip.

“Good morning, my love,” Wade sang, spinning you around. “How do you like your Deadpool served today? Scrambled, sunny-side up, or with a generous helping of innuendos?”

Logan walked in mid-spin, stopping dead in his tracks. His gaze darted from you, laughing helplessly, to Wade’s ridiculous onesie.

“You’re gonna drop her,” Logan growled, crossing his arms.

Wade set you upright but didn’t let go, leaning casually against the counter while you caught your breath. “Oh, come on, Grumpy Claws. Jealous I got to her first this morning?”

“Jealous? Of what? You looking like a damn mascot?” Logan shot back, moving past Wade to grab the coffee pot.

You sighed, caught in the middle of their daily sparring. Wade loved to push Logan’s buttons, and Logan always bit back. It was their love language, though it could be exhausting.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said firmly, stepping between them. “Logan, you get first coffee rights. Wade, no dipping me before I’ve had caffeine. Deal?”

Wade gave you a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Logan muttered something about Wade being a nuisance, but the corner of his mouth twitched, a sign he wasn’t as annoyed as he pretended to be.

Afternoons were when Logan's patience was tested.

You’d planned to spend a quiet day training in the woods, just you and Logan. Wade, of course, had tagged along, claiming he didn’t want to be left out of the “bonding experience.”

Logan had begrudgingly allowed it, though his jaw had tightened when Wade interrupted your sparring session for the third time with unsolicited commentary.

“Wow, Logan, did you see that move? She almost knocked you flat on your—”

“Wade,” Logan cut him off, his claws unsheathing with a snikt. “I swear if you don’t stop talking—”

“Relax, Claws! I’m just here for moral support.” Wade grinned, lounging against a tree with his swords propped beside him. “And maybe to admire her form. Nice footwork, babe.”

You shot Wade a warning look, though you couldn’t help the laugh bubbling up. Logan glared at him but let it go, focusing back on the fight.

Evenings were when the three of you found peace—mostly.

After dinner, the three of you settled onto the couch to watch a movie. Wade had insisted on something “romantic,” though his definition of romance turned out to be Terminator 2.

Logan grumbled but didn’t object, sitting on one side of you while Wade claimed the other. It had become routine now, this quiet time together.

Halfway through the movie, you felt Logan’s hand brush against yours, his fingers curling around yours with surprising gentleness. Wade noticed immediately.

“Aw, look at you two,” he teased, leaning over to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “All cozy and cute. I want in on this action!”

Before you could protest, Wade pulled a blanket over all three of you, managing to somehow wedge himself between you and Logan.

Logan groaned. “You’re worse than a damn cat.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Wade shot back, grinning.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. As chaotic as it was, this was your new normal, and despite the bumps along the way, it felt... right.

It wasn’t all laughs, though. There were moments when the cracks showed, like when Logan stormed off after an argument with Wade, or when you found yourself overwhelmed by the pressure of trying to keep everyone happy.

One evening, after a particularly tense day, you found Logan sitting outside on the porch, staring out into the woods. His expression was dark, his jaw set tight.

You sat beside him, letting the silence linger for a moment before speaking. “You okay?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he admitted. “It’s not... normal.”

“Since when have any of us been normal?” you said gently, placing a hand on his.

He looked at you then, his gaze softening. “I just don’t want to screw this up. You mean too much to me.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Logan wasn’t one to open up easily, and hearing him admit this was proof of how much he cared.

“You’re not screwing anything up,” you assured him. “This is new for all of us, but we’ll figure it out. Together.”

He nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. And as the door opened behind you, Wade stepped out, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Am I interrupting something deep and meaningful?” he asked, though his tone lacked its usual teasing edge.

You smiled, reaching out to pull him into the conversation. “Not at all. Come sit.”

Wade hesitated for a moment before joining you, his usual bravado replaced by a rare sincerity. “Look, I know I can be... a lot. But I’m serious about this. About us. I want it to work.”

For the first time, you saw the two of them share a look—not one of annoyance, but of understanding.

“Then let’s make it work,” Logan said simply.

Logan’s calm strength, his steady presence. Wade’s playful energy, his wit, and his unexpected softness beneath the chaotic surface. And you—well, you couldn’t choose between them. Maybe you didn’t have to.

It was one of those rare moments of quiet when it all came to a head. The three of you were sitting on the couch in the small cabin you’d been using as a temporary hideout, far away from the constant danger that seemed to follow your every step. Wade had his arm draped across your shoulders, his usual grin plastered on his face, while Logan sat across from you, nursing a bottle of beer with a contemplative look.

“So...” Wade started, his voice casual but with a mischievous gleam in his eye, “this is getting awkward. I mean, we’ve been hanging out like this for months now, but I think it’s time we talk about something a little... more important.”

You raised an eyebrow. “More important?”

He nodded, leaning closer. “Yeah. I think it’s about time we admit that we’ve all got some... chemistry going on. You, me, Logan. It’s like the universe is telling us to give this thing a shot. You know, as a throuple. Or, as I like to call it, the dream team.”

Logan, who had been unusually quiet, glanced at Wade with an unreadable expression. “Wade, don’t start—”

“Oh, but it’s true!” Wade interrupted, not in the least bit deterred. “We’ve been living together, fighting together, and—let’s face it—there’s definitely something going on between the three of us. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way she looks at you, Logan.” Wade smirked as he shifted to focus on you. “And, sweetheart, you know how I feel.”

You blinked, suddenly caught in the middle of a conversation you hadn’t expected to have. Your pulse quickened as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, looking between the two of them. You didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t exactly something you’d planned for, but as Wade’s words lingered in the air, you couldn’t deny that there was some truth to them.

Logan cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. “I’m not some... throuple guy,” he muttered, his voice rough. “But, I don’t know, I guess I’ve been feeling something lately. I can’t ignore it.”

You felt your heart race. Logan wasn’t one for words, especially when it came to his emotions, so hearing him say this was... unexpected. But it only made the moment that much more real.

“You mean... you feel the same way?” you asked, your voice softer than you meant it to be.

Logan finally looked up at you, his expression intense but with a hint of vulnerability. “I’m not good at this sort of thing. But yeah, I guess I do. Damn it, I do.”

Wade, ever the enthusiast, let out a loud whoop and flopped back on the couch. “That’s what I’m talking about! We’re all on the same page here. And listen, I know things might be complicated, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that the three of us could make this work. It could be fun.”

You blinked at him, your mind spinning with the weight of the decision ahead of you. Could you really do this? Could you share your heart with two people, knowing it might change everything?

But then again, maybe it was the chaos that you all thrived on. Maybe this was just another part of the journey you were already on. One thing was for certain: the love you felt for both of them was real. And despite how unconventional it was, you were willing to explore it.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at both of them. “Okay,” you said slowly. “Let’s give this a shot. A real shot.”

The decision was made, and although there were still lingering doubts in the air, the three of you had agreed to try this new arrangement. The transition wasn’t as smooth as any of you had hoped, but there was something undeniably exhilarating about it.

The first few weeks were a blur of adjustments. There were awkward silences, new rules to establish, and figuring out how to share space—not just physically, but emotionally. It was different, yet strangely comforting. The three of you worked together as a team, from training to missions, but there was also this subtle shift. You were no longer just a team; you were something more.

Wade, as expected, was the most enthusiastic about the whole situation. He made jokes at every opportunity, trying to keep things lighthearted and fun. He’d pull you and Logan into spontaneous moments, whether it was a surprise dinner or a movie marathon. He kept everything from becoming too serious, too fast.

Logan, on the other hand, was more guarded. He wasn’t used to sharing his feelings, let alone sharing you with someone else. But as the days passed, you could see him softening. He would linger longer after missions, offering quiet gestures of affection—a hand on your shoulder, a gentle kiss on the forehead when you thought no one was looking. He wasn’t one for public displays, but when it was just the three of you, he allowed himself to be a little more open.

And then there was you. You tried to balance both of them, meeting each of their needs while also figuring out how to navigate this new, uncharted territory. Some days it felt natural, like the way your hands would brush against Logan’s as you walked side by side, or how Wade’s humor always managed to make you laugh, no matter how stressful the day had been. But other times, it felt like you were stretched too thin, trying to divide your love equally between two very different men.

One evening, as you all sat on the couch together, you found yourselves in the middle of one of those quiet, comfortable moments. Logan was reading a book, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Wade scrolled through something on his phone.

“You know,” Wade began, his voice playful as he glanced up at you, “I think we need more date nights. The three of us. Maybe something a little more... adventurous?”

Logan snorted from his spot on the couch. “The last ‘adventure’ you planned ended with us in the hospital, Wade.”

Wade grinned sheepishly. “Okay, fine. Less explosive adventures. But I’m thinking something that really solidifies our connection. A little romance, you know?”

You leaned back into the couch, the warmth of their company making everything feel right. “I think we’ve got the connection part down,” you said with a smile. “Now we just need to figure out how to make it work in the long run.”

Logan set his book down, turning to look at you with an intensity that sent a flutter through your chest. “We’ll make it work,” he said simply.

Wade nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Because we’re basically the perfect team. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of this mess?”

The first time you met Wade, it was during a mission gone wrong.

You were an X-Man on a covert operation to recover stolen tech, and things had been going smoothly—until Wade showed up.

He crashed through the ceiling in a shower of debris, landing in the middle of the room with his usual flair.

“Ta-da!” he announced, striking a ridiculous pose. “Deadpool is here to save the day—or ruin it, depending on who you ask.”

You blinked at him, momentarily stunned by his sudden appearance. “Who the hell are you?”

“Name’s Wade, sugarplum. Wade Wilson. But you can call me Deadpool. Or Sexy Red, if you’re feeling flirty.”

You groaned, realizing he was about to ruin everything. “This is an X-Men operation. Get out of here before you screw it up.”

Wade gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Screw it up? Me? I’m offended, really.”

True to form, Wade managed to derail the entire mission. But despite his antics, he had a knack for getting under your skin—and not always in a bad way.

The three of you crossed paths for the first time during a fight that none of you saw coming.

You and Logan had been tracking a rogue mutant when Wade decided to make his grand entrance.

“Fancy seeing you two here!” he said, dropping down from a rooftop. “What is this, a date? A threesome? Wait, am I invited?”

Logan growled. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Wilson?”

“Same thing as you, probably,” Wade replied cheerfully. “Chasing bad guys, being a hero, looking ridiculously good in spandex. You know, the usual.”

The rogue mutant didn’t stand a chance against the three of you, though the fight was chaotic, thanks to Wade’s non-stop commentary.

“Nice claws, Wolverine!” he called out mid-battle. “Do you sharpen those, or are they naturally that shiny?”

Logan ignored him, focusing on the fight. But later, when the dust had settled, Wade stuck around—and somehow, he never really left.

It wasn’t love at first sight for any of you.

Logan thought Wade was insufferable. Wade thought Logan was too uptight. And you? You weren’t sure what to make of either of them at first.

But over time, something shifted.

Logan’s gruff exterior hid a fiercely loyal heart, and Wade’s humor masked a surprising depth. The three of you started working together more often, and the lines between professional and personal began to blur.

It was Wade who made the first move—or at least, the first joke about it.

“You know,” he said one day, lounging on your couch, “we’d make a pretty hot throuple. Think about it: brooding bad boy, sassy mercenary, and the badass queen tying it all together. We’d be unstoppable.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “You never shut up, do you?”

But you saw the way Logan’s gaze lingered on you after that, the way his touch grew softer, more deliberate.

And Wade? For all his jokes, his feelings were genuine. He made you laugh on your darkest days, and he never hesitated to remind you how amazing he thought you were.

The night it all came together was one you’d never forget.

The three of you had just finished a mission, exhausted but victorious. You were sitting around a campfire, the stars shining brightly above.

Wade broke the silence first. “You ever think about... us?”

Logan glanced at him, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Wade said, his tone uncharacteristically serious, “this thing we’ve got going on. It’s weird, sure, but it works. Don’t you think?”

You looked between the two of them, your heart pounding. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Wade grinned, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes. “I’m saying I’m in. If you two are.”

Logan didn’t respond right away, his gaze fixed on the fire. But then he looked at you, his expression softening. “What about you? What do you want?”

Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to speak. “I want both of you. I don’t know if it makes sense, but it feels right.”

Logan nodded slowly, his hand reaching out to cover yours. “Then I’m in, too.”

Wade let out a whoop, throwing his arms around both of you. “This is the best day of my life! Group hug!”