#madpool

"I needed someone."

I’m going to take a wild stab in the dark and give you some MadPool

Madcap sighed dolefully at his reflection, pinching at the uniform practically falling off his hips. His fears had been confirmed. “Honey-pie?” came the only-slightly exaggerated cheerful cooing from the other room as Wade slammed the door shut and wandered through their apartment. Madcap pouted at the full length mirror and ignored him. Wade sauntered into the room, carrying a dozen red roses in his arms. “I called out,” he complained. Then he froze, looking Madcap up and down. His mouth fell open and he made a strained noise. Madcap screwed up his face. “I blame you.” Wade blinked twice at him and chucked the roses onto the bed, his own mask shortly following them as he slid closer and wrapped his arms around Madcap’s waist, eyeing him in the mirror. “Is this the clothes-sharing trope?” Because Madcap was definitely clad in Wade’s uniform. Madcap gave him a miserable look and pinched at the uniform again. “Look at how skinny I am now.” Wade nuzzled at Madcap’s neck. “Sexy,” Wade corrected, fingers tugging at the outfit. “Do you have fashion shows while I’m gone?”“I used to be muscular,” Madcap protested.“I was the muscular one,” Wade corrected. “You were just in me.” He grinned at Madcap in the mirror. “Something I liked to repeat. Right now.” Madcap folded his arms and opened his mouth to protest again. Wade span Madcap around and pulled him to his chest. “Besides, this way you fit in my arms.” Wade pressed his forehead against Madcap’s. Madcap hummed. “There is that.” His hands trailed round and he pinched Wade’s ass. “You were saying?”