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The smell of sticky champagne permeated the air, as well as cheap cologne and mothballs whenever Al walked past Wade. It was New Year's Eve and he and Logan were hosting a small gathering in their apartment. They had moved out of Al's three months ago, much to her enjoyment, after they had gotten together. Apparently her industrial strength earplugs weren't working as well as they used to. But she was still invited over for family game night.
It was almost midnight and Wade was searching for the light of his life, but everybody kept stopping him on his journey.
"Wade, you must try Olivier salad. I made it special," Colossus shoved a plate full of food under Wade's nose. Normally Wade would be vacuuming up platefuls of Colossus' Olivier salad, but he was a man on a mission.
"No can do, tin man. I'm on a quest for my midnight kiss," he patted Colossus on the arm as he continued walking. He looked around the living room. Al was on the sofa with Laura and they looked like they were conspiring about something. Buck and Shatterstar were laughing with Dopinder about Air Pods. He made a beeline for the kitchen but was stopped again.
"Hey, Wade. It's almost midnight, do you want your drinks yet?" Peter offered, holding out two champagne flutes of sparkling grape juice.
"Thanks, Sugar Bear. I'll come find you after midnight for our kiss!" Wade took the flutes from Peter who chuckled. He walked past Ellie and Yukio who were huddled up together, looking at something funny on Ellie's phone. He entered the kitchen and there was his target, dressed up in red to match Wade's gold.
"Hey, Peanut. Got our drinks," Wade grinned. Logan turned around from the conversation he was having with Vanessa and looked at Wade with a warm smile.
"Thanks, Wade." He took the flute of juice from Wade and wrapped an arm around Wade's waist.
"The countdown is coming on!" someone shouted from the living room.
"Hey, babe. Do you want to go watch it?" Dermot asked Vanessa, who nodded. She looked at Wade and Logan.
"Are you guys coming?"
"We'll be there in a minute," Wade reassured. Vanessa nodded and grabbed Dermot's hand and went to join the others in the living room. Logan raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you wanted to go watch the countdown?" Logan asked. Wade shook his head.
"I thought I'd actually get a moment where it was just me and you, it being our first proper New Year's together and all." Logan's eyebrows pinched together.
"Didn't we spend New Year's together last year?" Logan asked. Wade put his finger on Logan's lips.
"Shhh. We don't speak of that night."
"8, 7, 6, 5," came from the living room. Wade's eyes flitted to the door and then back to Logan, warm affection in his eyes.
"Here's to a new and crazy year of us," Wade said, holding his flute up. Logan smiled and tapped his against Wade's gently.
"3, 2, 1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
"Happy New Year, Wade."
"Happy New Year, Logan."
Wade leaned forward to share a quick, sweet kiss, before taking a sip of his drink, Logan doing the same. Wade grinned.
"And what a happy year we're going to have!"
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It was the next morning. The living room was full of red solo cups and party hats and streamers. And a traffic cone for some reason but Wade just chalked that up to a mad night, not that he noticed anyone leaving.
He had let Logan sleep in as he walked about the living room, picking things up and putting them in a black bag. He had promised to do most of the cleanup since he was the one who wanted the party. As he was cleaning, he was thinking of what he wanted to do as a New Year's resolution. It's not like he needed to lose weight, and he had quit smoking after Vanessa had come back to life, not that he was a big smoker beforehand.
He was humming the tune to Golden Girls when a thought popped into his head. Weren't there really dumb little holidays? He placed the garbage bag down, definitely not yeeting it like Logan would later claim, sat on the sofa, and brought up Google on his phone. After a few moments of deep searching, he found a website with funny mini holidays.
Wade chuckled as he looked down the list, as there were some really good ones. There were so many to choose from, but he didn't know if he'd be able to keep up with all of them. He debated how he'd do it when Logan entered the room, yawning and scratching his stomach before walking to Wade and kissing him on the head.
"Morning, Bub," he grumbled in his sleepy voice, making Wade's heart soar with love for his grumpy bear.
"Morning, Honey B. Sleep well?" Logan hummed and walked to the kitchen to do his daily ritual of making them coffee. Wade looked back to his phone, chuckling at a particularly funny holiday. Logan's head turned to look at him and he saw him looking at his phone.
"What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely interested. Wade looked up when he realized that Logan was talking to him.
"Hm? Oh, I was just thinking of some ideas for a New Year's resolution," he answered. Logan snorted.
"You really do all that?"
Wade smiled at him. "Not all of us have seen 200 New Year's, baby cakes. Besides, it's tradition to make a New Year's resolution and completely give it up after a couple of weeks." Logan laughed, sipping his coffee as he leaned against the counter.
"What's the point of making them if you're just going to give them up after a couple of weeks?" he asked. Wade opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"I don't really know. Makes people think they're being productive? Some people are masochists for things they can't do? I don't know what to tell you," Wade said as he swiped through another holiday. Logan sipped his drink and relished the silence for a moment.
"Okay, I'll bite. What New Year's resolution do you want to do?" Wade did the little excited wiggle he got when he couldn't contain his thoughts about something.
"Well, there are these funny little obscure holidays, right? And I thought earlier that as immortals, we should enjoy the little things in life more. We have the rest of our lives to explore and experience the world, so why not try some new things?"
"Well, what holidays are you thinking of?"
"There are too many holidays to choose from, and some of them are really funny, so I was thinking we could do one a month." Logan raised an eyebrow.
"What's this 'we' business?" Wade laughed like Logan had said something really funny.
"Oh Peanut, you know we do everything together. Anyways, I can have a whole calendar set up for us. The first one is going to be," Wade paused to look down at his phone. "Ooh, Hot Sauce Day! I love hot sauce."
Logan sighed, but resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be made to do this anyway. Like he didn't love Wade and would do anything for him.
~~
22nd of January
"Logaaaaaaan, wake up. It's time for our first holiday!" was the first thing Logan heard as he woke up. He grumbled and pulled the pillow over his head tighter.
"Go away, at least until 10 o'clock." Wade laughed.
"Come on Mr. Grouchy Pants, I'm excited for today. I've been doing research. We're planning it for lunch and then we can have the rest of the day to recover from it." A pillow thumped him on the side. Logan groaned as he pulled himself from the bed, all his joints creaking in protest.
They pottered about for the morning, taking Mary for a walk and Logan did some errands. Wade asked him to go to the bodega and pick up some milk as they might need it before they healed.
As he stepped back into the apartment, Logan wondered what ideas Wade had up his sleeve. Wade had told him to stay out of the kitchen just beforehand and then Wade's voice was calling him through. Wade was sitting at the table and to Logan's surprise, so was Laura, who smiled and waved at him. A smile automatically appeared on Logan's face, always happy to see her.
"Hey, kid. What are you doing here?"
"Wade texted me last night saying that I was needed for something of the utmost importance, and then I got here, and it's like a budget episode of Hot Ones," she replied. And she was right. On the table were ten different bottles of hot sauce, two long trays of ten chicken wings, a tall glass of water, and a tall glass, waiting for the milk Logan had in his hand. Logan raised an eyebrow.
"What's all this?" Wade gave him a hundred-watt grin.
"I told you, Lo. It's Hot Sauce Day! And I showed you an episode of Hot Ones before so I know you know what this is. Laura is here to read out the questions." Wade gave him those damn puppy eyes again and Logan resigned himself to the task, but smiled at Wade's happy look as he took a seat.
"Right, so we're going to start with one I found at the bodega down the street," Wade started. Logan looked at the bottle's name and let out a snort of laughter.
"Hot Pants? Really?" Wade grinned.
"Yeah, I thought it was funny too. You know, unless it makes us shit our pants or something," Wade teased. Laura wrinkled her nose at the image.
"Don't worry baby badger, we'll make sure to run away to the bathroom like good little boys if that happens," Wade reassured her. He waved his hand at the piece of paper in front of her as if to say get on with it. She rolled her eyes and picked it up, scanning the questions as Wade and Logan were daubing some hot sauce onto the long plate the chicken wings were on and waited for them both to be ready before asking the first question.
It went on like that, Laura asking the questions as Wade and Logan tried each bottle of hot sauce and ate chicken wings. Bottle number three was where Logan started to sweat a bit. Number four had him reaching for the milk, all the while Wade was sat back, relaxing, eating all the wings they already had.
Laura was watching in equal parts fascination and disgust. "How can you even eat that much hot sauce without burning anything off?" she asked, watching him finish off number four's chicken wing. Wade finished his mouthful before replying.
"Cancer, Baby Badger. Pure unadulterated cancer. Kills the taste buds and is a bad conversation starter at parties," Wade answered cheerfully. Laura paused and studied him for a moment before moving on with the questions, squinting at the paper.
"Who's the coolest bad guy you've ever fought?" she asked. Both Wade and Logan looked thoughtful.
"Now that's a tough one," Wade said. "I've had such an eclectic mix. But I would have to go for…the Pigeon. And yes, it's as bad as it sounds. Bird-themed powers and it had to be after a winged rat. Not even something cool like a Hawk."
"I don't think I could even stoop so low as to fight someone named 'The Pigeon,'" Laura laughed. She turned and looked at Logan expectantly. He looked like he was thinking.
"I would have to say…this guy called Dirt Nap. He could transfer his consciousness into different beings. More specifically when he transferred his consciousness into a rat." Wade burst into laughter this time.
"Okay, that one is a winner. Who would be your second?" Wade asked. Laura cleared her throat.
"I thought I was the one asking the questions?"
Wade waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah yeah, but this is imperative information I need to know." He motioned for Logan to go on. Logan looked deep in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up.
"Charlie Chainsaws. He was this guy who was experimented on by the same guy I was. Except he had his hands replaced with chainsaws." Wade snorted. Logan nodded his head at him. "Who would be your second then?"
Wade tapped his finger to his chin in thought. "I would have to say…Marcus," Wade answered with a chuckle. "He was this Gladiator Centaur Werewolf Symbiote Warrior. A really tough nut to beat. You wanna know how I defeated him? Low blood sugar. The dude was diabetic. I felt bad for him more than anything." Logan and Laura joined him in laughter.
"Okay, you win that one," Logan conceded. The questions went on for a while, all the hot sauce gone through, Logan having to take a minute after the tenth one. The questions ranged from "When did you last stab each other?" It was Logan stabbing Wade. And which Canadian province had the best food. Logan argued for Alberta's quality meats while Wade disagreed and said that Regina's pizza was a clear winner, until they both agreed on Saskatoon berry pie.
"Okay, last question. Who tops…Wade what the fuck, I don't wanna know that. Right, questions are over," Laura said, her nose wrinkling. Logan shot him a glare while Wade laughed. Logan asked Laura if she wanted to stay for dinner but she had to get back as she had plans with Ellie and Yukio.
Wade cleared up the plates and the hot sauce and patted himself on the back. He knew that these holidays were going to be a good idea. He couldn't remember the last time that he had just celebrated the little things in life. The smell of flowers. The way the clouds look like a fox chasing a little bunny. The weight and feel of a new gun in his hand. That guy from zombieland really got it right. You gotta enjoy the little things in life.
"First holiday down, eleven more to go," he murmured to himself. Logan shook his head, a small smile on his face.
He wondered if they'd all be like this.