#Deadpool 3

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade sure knows how to make a girl blush

[ramblingautisticman]

Anyone else's only way of falling asleep is to make up fake scenarios of fictional characters in your head?

Like, I don't even insert myself, I'm just writing movies and shows in my head at this point.

Tonight's episode, Wade and Logan, tomorrow's? Who the fuck knows!

(Seriously. I just write fanfiction of Wade and logan in my head to fall asleep. It's concerning, I know.)

[icarusredwings]

Sometimes..very rarely... Logan will purr if you rub his stomach while he's sleepy. Not his abdomen, his stomach. His little pouch of goodness. Whether from alchool or meat with double helpings of potato, you can not convince me he dosn't get a bit of weight on him once he settles in with wade.

This being said, he really likes his chest rubbed too, but if you try to touch his belly when hes alert and awake, you're gonna get bit and scratched.

He's a complicated kitty.

[blurryhowlett]

I love this

I love everything about this. Them getting speared together is just the icing on the cake 😙👌

[resident-idiot-simp]

'Where is all the Deadpool and Wolverine content'

'Why has all the hype died down'

'Why is there no more content why did everyone leave'

Meanwhile the people who are making the content are left feeling insulted because lord forbid we're not enough. Dude stfu and make your own stuff or didn't complain.

Do you see me whining about Boondock Saints? No! Because that's an old franchise and there's not near as much stuff as they're used to be, but I love everything that comes from it. And I don't ever complain.

[nuggetpool-hi]

Shitty ass sketch that I'm not gonna finish bahah

[bangchansrose]

"i need your help, and even if you won't admit it, you need mine"

[spideypoolfan228]

i dont rlly like the finished prod but i needed to get this outta my head help

[samwisest]

some stupid little wolverine doodle. if you’re my mutual and see me mass posting old art because I feel like a corpse rn and want some validation, no you don’t 🩵

[phobos-exe]

poolverine fic without "Trans Logan | Worst Wolverine" is like an angel without wings

[spaceman-says]

Omg the Honda Odyssey scene IS just like everyone else said it was

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade: Oh yeah, I can handle 9 Logans at the same time. In every way, yes sir!

Logan: You mean hypothetically, right?

Wade:

Logan, barely keeping his jealous rage in check: Please tell me you're talking about an entirely hypothetical situation.

[otaku-tyriq]

Housewife Logan.

Anyways domestic poolverine where Logan straight up chops veggies for dinner with his claws

[icarusredwings]

The Wolverine has always had a handler.

Even before he knew he needed one.

Most of his life, he's been used, a tool, a weapon, a hero, a soilder, a special agent, a devils bergade, a bounty hunter, a mindless numb man waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

The wolverine needed orders.

Logan needed praise for completing said tasks.

The Wolverine needed to be taught what was socially acceptable, what his place in the world was, how to behave, and what was an appropriate way to act.

Ever since he could remember, He's had a handler.

Someone to engage his large curious mind and uneasy set of emotions much larger then himself. At first it was his mother, bless her heart; but she should have known she was far too much for her to handle.

Even as a young boy Logan would shy away from social graces and watch the field mice a bit TOO much for any wee boy his age.

After that, he had Victor, something of an older cousin to show him the ropes- literally- seeing as he taught him how to trap, hunt, skin his meat, and even cook it - though Vic liked his raw, Logan found it much better at least heated. Victor taught him many things, one -yes- how to fight, but the other loyalty. No matter how many times they were at each others throats, he'd never let anyone else hurt him. That is what good friends did, right? Not let you get hurt?

Victor taught him how to build a shelter, how to deal with the pain of his claws and unsheath the anger deeply hidden inside of him. He taught him how to fish, in a sense, but at the same time always brought Logan a fish if he failed to catch any himself.

"You're in your own in this world, runt." He would say, biting into the fish on a stick as Logan's stomach growled, his eyes lingering on the extra one on the fire. He had been fully prepared to go hungry that night, but every time Victor would sigh and give him the food.

"..But youll always have me. Here. Take it. But tomorrow you better catch us both one. Got it?" He'd say, watching with a small smirk as Logan snatched the stick, begining to devour and debone it with his teeth.

"They don't care for people like us. They would have let you starve. But I wont. We have to look out for our kind, Jimmy." He taught him.

"Humans can't be trusted. Ever."

This was until the army. Specifically Stryker. Even then though, Victor did not trust him much, rather seen him as a free source of money food and shelter for their already every day skills of killing and tracking.

Though, Logan never felt right with them. He felt like he should be doing more. He felt like he should be helping people, not killing them.

Victor had told him it was the only thing he would ever be good for.

"You're wrong!" He growled at him, finally breaking away from him, deciding that maybe he could be his own handler. Perhaps that was the right awnser. Perhaps making his own choices and decisions was the right thing to do.

It didn't take long for this to change, simply becoming someone elses dog to put in a cage. A physical one at that.

The wolverine would be a liar if he said he hated it, if he disliked the fighting. But see this is what scared him. What if Victor was right? What if he liked hurting people too much?

After this, When Charles finds him all drugged up. He helped calm his withdrawl, gave him plenty of food, his own room, clothes, and no expectation other then to not be hostile towards the others in the home, Logan starts to wonder if this is too good to be true. He hasn't been in a mansion since... well since he was a child. (God how much he hated how big that place was before it all went to shit.)

And hearing Chuck speak to him like he was a person and not something to control? It erased what ever Victor has told him about.

Yes, Charles wasn't 'human' persay, he was like them. A mutant. But he wasn't an obvious one. No, no, Charles was much more terrifying then any human Logan has ever encountered, though... he found peace in that. The idea of having a place to come back too afted his brain has done convinced him he was being caged up again.

No, Chuck wasn't like that. If anything, Logan WANTED to take orders from that bald man. He wanted to be told what to do, he wanted to help. Be better then what Victor said, And save people...

So tell me why Despite everything Charles has done for him, he left him? Had to go and die and leave Logan all alone. What he thought was his one true handler, Abandoned him with those who couldn't control him, not the way Charles could, guiding him with words and slight nudges instead of hot iron prods and chains.

Why the buzzing from the fan above them reminded him of the dragon flies that used to come into the old office.

Tell me, Why in the world as he laid here in the lap of some yapping idiot.. did he feel so safe? Curled up with his cheek on his leg, his fingers running through his hair and playing with the tuffs on each side.

Why Wade's chattering felt just as significant as the Beatles album that the billionaire would play a few times a month that drowned out the thoughts in his head.

He remembered those days fondly streatched out in the warm gaze of sunlight as it piles in, the old man at his desk, humming along as he worked on taxes or something else that made him more human then The Wolverine ever would be.

He didn't have patiance for such nonsense but he always did enjoy keeping Charles company. Whether it was lounging on the office chair or standing next to him all the time.

The wolverine would stand quiet and wait for orders. Wait to be told to do something. Wait for the Professor to come into danger so he could do his duty to protect him.

And now, here he is, sprawled out across a nasty couch, the moonlight batheing over his much thicker stomach then before, his grays filling his beard more then he would like, but was just finally glad to have been aging.

Logn has felt so lost for... well forever until Wade brought him home like a stray mutt. But him? The Wolverine? PURRING?? in a dingy new york flat?

The wolverine isn't supposed to be enjoying this time. He's supposed to be working. Survaying the apartment to keep his mate safe.

You must be mad. Or simply delusional enough to believe that this isn't what he wanted.

Logan wanted Wade to rub his stomach and play with his hair. He wanted those soft touches so badly, and now that he got them he felt like he was dreaming.

The Wolverine wanted Wade to give him orders, practically begging for them as he whined, sitting up when the man on the Tv started talking to him.

"An animals handler is just as important as the creature itself, even massive tons of these majestic sea creatures find friendliness in their handler. Handlers spend hours with these beautiful ocean mammals, feeding, washing, and taking care of them despite being so tiny, the handler can become a snack for this big Bulaga whale. Other handlers of ladys with claws bigger then some's length of their hand, train these curious big cats to entertain and comply to daily matiance. Do not let this fool you, the handler still has an imence love for their animal, feeding and cleaning up after them, yes but most of these 500 pound gals love a good pat on the behind, a way of praise and affection between the handler and their beloved. Keepers spend up to-"

Damn David Attenborough...

The handler on screen headbut the massive female siberian tiger, the tiger purring and holding the handler close with its claws as the handler laughed, praising her.

The Wolverine blinks, looking at Wade with wet eyes, expecting to be scolded. Was this how it was always supposed to be..? Was his handler supposed to care for him in that way?

"Logan? What's wrong, sweetheart?"

The tears fall as The Wolverine fights for Logans place, wanting to say something, but it gets caught behind his canines, never leaving his mouth.

"Aww.. come're, wolvie.. I didn't know you cared this much about tigers."

God, yes, finally. Orders.

Scooting closer, he lets Wade pamper him, kissing his tears away and hugs him tight.

Whimpering, Logan puts his head against Wade, smiling as, not Logan, but The Wolverine realizes..

He's found his forever Handler. One that wouldn't die on him and who gave him gentle touches of praise just for simple tasks like leaning further into his arms.

"Shhhh. It's okay. My big baby. Maybe tomorrow we can get you a tiger plushy?"

The wolverine nods, laughing under his breath. Oh Wade.. if only you understood.

This isn't about tigers.

[goldiesmess]

how the turn tables