Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson

A man woke up today, which in the grand scheme of things wasn't very exciting. Nor was the fact that he had no clue how he came to be in a bed, snuggling with a blond.

A small pat confirmed it was a blond guy.

(Huh. That's kinda weird.)

He blinked, pulling away from the guy as gently as possible as he looked around the room.

(What was that?)

He looked back and forth now, trying to find what the source of the boxes was.

(Wait a minute... Hello?)

"So it's an internal monologue?" He whispered to himself. This place just got even weirder. quietly slipping out of the bed, the man looked around for something that would tell him where he was. Or, hell, who he was. And found a badly photoshopped picture on one of the dressers in the room. He looked back at the guy on the bed. That was him alright, but who was the other guy?

Him?

After a little bit of searching he found a mirror. Yeah. Not him. Unless he got burned pretty damn badly by something after the picture.

Which left him with one of two conclusions. He was in a relationship with this guy, or he was the other man. And he was pretty sure he wasn't the other guy type. Not looking like that.

He sat down on the foot of the bed, looking over at the blond guy, trying to figure out his name.


[[For, you guessed it, the husband]]