#Logan and wade

[yesyesyesyea]

[sephyrrr]

I finally saw deadpool & wolverine and I have a few thoughts:

1. They were, in fact, knee deep in the Honda odyssey (say gex)

2. Logan’s born to be a third; first Jean and Scott and now wade and Vanessa

3. Logan’s whole thing is that he’s innately animalistic and he needs to hold that back but wade is regenerative like him so he doesn’t need to, they are made for each other.

4. Relates back to 1. The fight in the odyssey was literally just to find a “release”

In conclusion they are very homosexual 10/10 movie they match each others freak

[xhoess]

Craving

Logan howlett x fem bod reader

Masterlist wc:3.1k

Summary: you've known Logan for a while now, he brings you comfort. When Wade throws his iconic dance party Logan is inside your apartment, since you share it with Wade, and Wade being Wade he tries to set you guys up

Warnings: fluff, smut, Wade Wilson, NSFW,

Inside your modest apartment, the faint sounds of 'Wade Wilson's Dance Party' drifted from the living room, underscored by heavy beats and raucous laughter. You had learned to tune out his shenanigans, but tonight was different. The mischievous energy felt almost electric, and as you tucked yourself deeper into your couch, you couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

You glanced at the clock—8:30 PM. Wade’s antics had reached a fever pitch, and you half-wondered if you should tell him to tone it down. Just then, the door burst open, and in strode Wade, clad in an awful neon onesie that was both offensive to the eyes and oddly endearing. He was followed closely by Logan—a man who seemed to embody brute strength hidden beneath a layer of gruff tenderness.

“Hey, roomie!” Wade shouted, an exaggerated grin lighting up his masked face. “You’re missing out on the biggest party of the century! Come join us!”

You rolled your eyes, though it was impossible not to feel a rush of warmth at the sight of Logan. You could always count on him to be the eye of calm in the storm that was Wade Wilson. His rugged features set against the chaos brought a sudden rush of comfort. Your eyes lingered on him a second too long, and Wade noticed.

“Logan, look! It’s the strong and silent type—your favorite!” Wade teased, making a faux-serious face. “Isn’t that right, Wolverine?”

Logan shot Wade a look so withering it could have frozen mercury, but then a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Sure, Wade,” he replied, his voice a low rumble. “I love watching you dance like a rabid squirrel.”

“Fine! You’re just jealous of my killer moves!” Wade huffed dramatically, causing you to snicker softly.

“More like jealous of your taste in fashion,” you chimed in, hoping to keep the good-natured banter rolling. Upon seeing Logan's half-amused, half-annoyed expression, your heart raced a little. You liked this man more than you cared to admit, and the chance to make him smile was one you relished.

“Come on! Let’s all lighten up! You two should dance!” Wade declared, and before you could process what was happening, he was pulling you up from the couch.

Dancing wasn’t exactly your forte. But with Wade twirling you around in an exaggerated fashion, it felt like anything was possible. The laughter came easily, and Logan stood off to the side, arms crossed over his muscular chest, watching you both with an expression that was hard to read—part amusement, part irritation, and something else that made your heart skip a beat.

Eventually, Wade took a break, flopping onto the couch like a starfish. “Alright, my work here is done! You two have fun!” he smirked, leaving you and Logan in a small, unexpected silence.

You exchanged a glance with Logan—his dark eyes were intense, scrutinizing you as if he were trying to figure something out. The air crackled with unspoken words, and in that moment, you felt vulnerable under his gaze.

“Wade can be… a lot,” you finally said, trying to fill the silence. “But he has a good heart.”

Logan let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, if you dig past the chaos,” he replied, the warmth of his tone melting the ice between you two. “He means well, I guess.”

You took a step closer, emboldened by the intimate moment. “How about you? What do you think of him?” you asked, your curiosity pushing forwards. You had often wondered how Logan—a man who had seen and endured so much—dealt with Wade's incessant antics.

“He’s annoying,” Logan admitted bluntly, but you caught the hint of a smile again. “But underneath all that nonsense, he’s a friend—and maybe a bit more than that.”

Your heart raced, fluttering in your chest. The thought of Logan considering Wade a friend brought warmth to an otherwise frigid evening. Yet, you couldn’t shake the underlying question: did Logan consider friendship differently? Who was this man who fought for others yet wore his heart like armor?

In response, you found yourself wanting to push further, even if it took courage that felt out of reach. “What about you, Logan? What do you want?”

Logan’s brows furrowed in thought. “Not sure,” he said finally. “But I’ve grown tired of running. Sometimes… it would be nice to have something—or someone—to hold onto.”

His words settled in your chest like a pebble thrown into a still pond, sending ripples through your consciousness. You wanted to be that someone, to anchor him amidst the chaos of his life. The boldness surged within you, and you took a breath.

“Then maybe that’s what we can do together,” you suggested, your voice soft but resolute. “You don’t have to run anymore, Logan. You have a choice.”

His eyes softened, and in that moment, the weight of his years dropped just a little. “Choice, huh?” he mused, stepping closer so that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “Maybe I could use a little more of that in my life.”

The moment hung between you, charged with promise, and you ventured a tentative smile, emboldened by the reality that perhaps you both could forge a different path in this chaotic world. The barriers around you both felt like they were cracking, the potential for something deeper growing in the evening chill.

Just then, Wade sprang to life again, slinging an arm around Logan. “You two look cozy! Is this a moment? Because I’m all for romance!”

You laughed, a genuine sound bursting out as Logan rolled his eyes with a grin. But as Wade prattled on, you felt Logan’s gaze on you. The warmth lingered like the whisper of a thousand unspoken words, promising an adventure waiting to unfold—if only you let it.

Tonight could be the start of something new, something different from the relentless chaos. With Logan at your side.

Wade's arm remained draped over Logan's shoulder, and as much as the grizzled man tried to shake it off, there was an undeniable ease between the three of you now. Wade's presence had a way of cutting through tension like a hot knife through butter, leaving behind only the warmth of shared laughter and unspoken camaraderie.

Logan sighed, finally shrugging off Wade's arm with a gentle, but firm, nudge. “Alright, alright, enough of your matchmaking,” he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched up in a reluctant smile.

Wade pretended to be hurt, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Logan! All I’m doing is trying to set the mood. You know, help my best pals find love in this cold, dark world!” He winked at you, his antics bringing another round of soft laughter from your lips.

You looked at Logan, and for a moment, the world outside your apartment melted away. The harshness of the city, the relentless noise, the bite of the cold—all of it faded into the background. In its place was this connection, fragile yet undeniable, between you and Logan. His dark eyes held yours, and the depth of emotion there made you feel seen in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Wade’s voice snapped you out of the moment. “Hey, how about we order some food? I’m starving!” he declared, already reaching for his phone. “ Tacos? Ooh, how about sushi?”

You chuckled, the tension easing. “How about pizza? Something easy.”

“Done!” Wade declared, tapping away at his phone with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. “But you guys have to promise me one thing.” He pointed a finger at both of you, his tone suddenly serious.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

Wade grinned. “After the pizza arrives, we’re watching a movie—*together*. None of this ‘brooding in silence’ nonsense, okay? It’s movie night, and you both are required to participate.” He turned his gaze to Logan. “That means you too, Mr. Grumpy.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice when he replied, “Fine, Wade. But I get to pick the movie.”

Wade pouted but relented. “Deal. But it better not be one of those depressing dramas you like.”

You smiled at their banter, the warmth between you all feeling like a shield against the cold outside. As Wade finalized the pizza order, you took a moment to appreciate how far you’d come—how, despite the chaos of your lives, there was something real here. Something worth holding onto.

Logan’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “So, any suggestions on what to watch?”

You shrugged, trying to keep the mood light. “As long as it’s not too gory or depressing, I’m open to anything.”

Logan considered that for a moment before nodding. “I’ll find something.”

As he moved towards the small stack of DVDs and Blu-rays near the TV, you couldn’t help but watch him. There was a softness in his movements tonight, a quiet thoughtfulness that hadn’t been there before. It was as if he was allowing himself, just for a moment, to let his guard down.

Wade, ever the master of chaos, chose that moment to reappear at your side, leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper. “So, what do you think of our grumpy buddy, huh?”

Your cheeks warmed at the question, but you kept your voice steady. “I think he’s…complicated. But in a good way.”

Wade nodded sagely, as if you had just revealed the secrets of the universe. “That’s our Logan—complicated as a Rubik’s Cube and just as satisfying when you finally figure him out.” He winked, then bounded over to Logan, who was still sifting through movies.

“Hey, Logan!” Wade called, “How about we watch *The Princess Bride*? I mean, it’s got everything—romance, action, and enough humor to keep us all happy!”

Logan paused, then looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “You know what, Wade? That doesn’t sound half bad.”

Wade’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Logan…did you just agree with me?”

“Don’t make me change my mind,” Logan retorted, but there was no bite to his words. He picked up the DVD and handed it to Wade, who practically skipped over to the player to get it started.

You settled back on the couch, feeling the warmth of the blanket around you as Wade fiddled with the remote. Logan sat beside you, his presence solid and reassuring. The movie began, the familiar opening music filling the room, and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace.

The three of you watched in comfortable silence, interrupted only by Wade’s occasional commentary and Logan’s quiet chuckles. Every so often, you’d catch Logan’s gaze, and he’d offer you a small smile—a silent acknowledgment of the bond growing between you.

By the time the movie ended, the pizza had long been devoured, and the room was filled with a contented stillness. Wade, surprisingly subdued, was already half-asleep on the couch, mumbling something about “true love” as he drifted off.

You looked over at Logan, who was leaning back with his eyes closed, a rare look of relaxation on his face. The sight filled you with a quiet happiness, knowing that you were part of the reason for it.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere too much.

Logan opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you, his gaze steady. “No, thank you,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “For reminding me that there’s more to life than just surviving.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. There was a promise in them, a hint of something more that could be, if you both were brave enough to reach for it.

As you sat there, the city outside finally quiet, you realized that tonight had indeed been the start of something new.

You sat there, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, watching as Logan's gaze dropped to your lips. Your heart rate quickened, anticipation building as you waited for his next move.

Suddenly, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips brushed softly against yours, a gentle question seeking permission. You answered by deepening the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. You Thanked God that Wade was asleep right now because the little fucker wouldn't have shut up about this.

As you broke apart, breathless, Logan's eyes darkened with desire. "Bedroom?" he murmured, his voice husky with need.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Once in the bedroom, clothes were shed hastily, leaving both of you bare. Logan's eyes roamed over your body, appreciation evident in his gaze. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice rough."So are you," you replied, running your hands down his chest.

Logan wasted no time, pushing you back onto the bed and following you down. His kisses were rough, demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle exploration from before. You welcomed it, meeting his intensity with your own.

"Tell me what you want," Logan growled, his lips trailing down your neck.

"I want you," you replied, your voice trembling with desire. "Inside me."

Logan didn't need further encouragement. He positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours. "Ready?" he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. Logan entered you in one swift motion, filling you completely. You gasped at the sensation, your nails digging into his back.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Logan groaned, starting a slow rhythm.

"Harder," you urged, digging your heels into his ass.

Logan complied, increasing his pace. His thrusts were rough, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You met him stroke for stroke, your bodies moving in perfect sync."You like it rough, don't you?" Logan asked, his voice strained.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan's hand snaked down between your bodies, finding your clit. He rubbed circles around it, the pressure building with each thrust. You cried out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

Logan followed suit, his own release triggered by yours. He collapsed onto you, both of you panting heavily.

"Fuck," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours.

"Yeah," you agreed, your hands stroking his back soothingly.

After a moment, Logan rolled off you, pulling you into his arms. You snuggled against him, your bodies still tangled together."That was...intense," you said, your voice soft.

"Yeah," Logan agreed, his hand stroking your hair. "But in the best way possible."

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Definitely."

As you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more nights like this, more passion and intensity. And you couldn't wait.

But the peaceful silence was interrupted by the parasite in your apartment. "Next time invite me to watch love birds, only hearing wasn't so fun" Wade yelled from the other side of the door.

"That mother fucker-"

This was sitting in my drafts for waay to long and i lowkey forgot about it. ANYWAY if you have one-shot ideas you wanna read you can always ask!! Xx.R

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

AAAAA OH MY GOD<3333333 Please do a part 2 to hold me, console me, im eating it up

The angst is delicious, thank you<333333

Hold me, console me (part 2)

Theworst!logan x reader (part 1)

Tags: @pedroscurls

A/N: I know this goes without saying but I am a WHORE for broken men and the “I can fix him trope”, Logan fits just that. LEMME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK!! (not proofread btw)

You find yourself standing in front of a familiar door that morning—Wade's door. He had been the one to play matchmaker between you and Logan, always eager to meddle in his own chaotic way.

‘Sweet and sour, just how I like my cu-‘ he used to tease about your dynamic, though he never meant harm. How could he, when all you did was bring him and Al delicious dinners and baked goods? Wade would’ve married you himself if Vanessa weren’t in the picture. ‘You’re my twin flame,’ he’d often joke, even though you were nothing like him. You were quiet, reserved, and detested socializing unless it was within the comfort of either your or Wade’s apartment.

Now, here you are, on the morning of your worst heartbreak, clutching a tub of ice cream and a bag of microwavable popcorn outside his door.

Three sharp knocks echo in the hallway. You hear a clatter from inside, followed by a string of muffled curses, until the door swings open to reveal a face that knocks the air right out of you.

Logan.

“Oh...” Your eyes widen as you freeze, a storm of emotions brewing within you.

Before you can stop yourself, you push past him, setting down the ice cream and popcorn on a nearby table. When you turn around, your face is met with the solid wall of his chest. He looks down at you, sorrow etched deep into his features. And suddenly, everything boils over.

“You,” you spit, fire blazing in your eyes. You strike his chest, again and again, and he lets you—lets you unleash your frustration, your anger, because he knows he deserves it.

“You left. No warning, no note. You were just... gone! Clothes packed, phone off! What were you thinking? I begged you to stay, Logan. I begged.” Your voice cracks, and the tears come, burning hot down your cheeks. But all you notice is the tears in his eyes, and the soft rustle of movement from the kitchen where Wade is likely listening.

You try to ignore the thought of Al and Wade overhearing your heartbreak, keeping your tear-blurred gaze fixed on Logan.

“Bub—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “I know it’s hard, Logan. I do. I was there when Wade went through his worst. I’ve stood by friends in their darkest days. I want to be there for you, through everything. But you shut me out.”

Your voice trembles, betraying you, and you see him instinctively move to hold you, but you step back, wiping at your tears. The hurt in his eyes is unmistakable, but you continue.

“I’m sorry if you think I’m pushing you too hard. I’m sorry if I ask for too much. But I love you, Logan. And no matter how much you run, I won’t leave you. Not ever.”

The silence between you lingers, thick with unsaid words, before it’s broken by slow clapping from the kitchen.

“You really hit him with that one, sweets,” Wade’s voice calls out. “No, seriously, I was just telling him he should’ve dealt with his frustration by boning you—”

But Wade’s words are cut short. Before you know it, Logan’s grabbed your wrist and is pulling you toward the door, past Wade’s crude commentary. He leads you out of Wade's apartment, two doors down to your own, ignoring the continued yells from Wade behind you.

“Logan, what—?” you barely get the words out before his arms are around you, lifting you from the waist until your face is nestled against the crook of his neck. You feel the warmth of his tears against your skin, his body trembling with quiet sobs.

You hold him, your hands moving to comfort him, running through his hair, soothing his ragged breathing.

“You—” he starts, his voice breaking with the weight of it. “In my world... you died. I killed you. I let you die.” His voice shakes as the sobs take over. “I never meant to... I didn’t mean to let them die, bub.”

You feel his knees give way, and the two of you sink to the cold hallway floor. He’s crying harder now, his grip tightening around you as if letting go might make you disappear too.

“I’m sorry, I’m so—”

“Shhh,” you whisper, cutting him off softly. “I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.”

He clings to you, his desperation palpable. You pull away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “Look at me, Logan. I’m alive. You didn’t lose me—not here.”

You press a kiss to his forehead, feeling his breath begin to slow, then to his tear-soaked eyelids. You kiss him softly, murmuring gentle reassurances between each touch.

“I’m here. I’ll hold you. I’ll love you. Forever. Does that sound like a deal?”

As you cradle Logan’s face in your hands, his breathing starts to slow. The raw emotion in his eyes begins to soften, though the weight of everything still lingers in the air between you. He looks at you, truly seeing you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, a small, shaky smile begins to form on his lips. It’s brief, but it’s there. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t say that,” you reply softly. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

For a long moment, neither of you moves, the cold floor grounding you both in the present. His arms are still tight around your waist, as though letting go might shatter the fragile peace you’ve found. You stay like that, the world outside your apartment and Wade’s chaotic energy fading into the background.

Eventually, you pull back slightly, your hands sliding from his face to his shoulders.

“Come on,” you say gently. “Let’s get up. You’re going to catch a cold sitting here, even if it’s for a little bit.” You say, aware of his super healing.

Logan hesitates, as if reluctant to let go of the closeness, but then he nods. You both stand slowly, your legs shaky from the emotional intensity. Without a word, you lead him into your apartment, closing the door behind you.

Inside, the dim lighting casts a soft glow over the room. It’s quiet, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that just unraveled in the hallway. You sit on the couch, and Logan follows, sitting beside you. There’s still a heaviness in his movements, a man weighed down by too many ghosts from his past, but he’s here. He’s with you.

For a few minutes, the silence is comfortable. You lean against him, his arm naturally wrapping around your shoulders. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is a soothing reminder that despite everything, you’re both still here—alive, together.

“You don’t have to talk,” you say softly, sensing the turmoil still swirling inside him. “Not now. Not until you’re ready.”

Logan’s thumb traces slow circles on your shoulder, a sign that he’s listening. After a moment, he speaks, his voice quiet but steady.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” he admits. “But... I want to try.”

You turn to face him, your heart swelling with a mixture of hope and sadness. “That’s all I need to hear.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m sorry for leaving,” he whispers. “For everything.”

You close your eyes, feeling the weight of his words. “I know. But you’re here now. And we’ll figure it out. Together.” You reach for his hand, giving it three squeezes before reaching up to give him a peck, one of reassurance.

For the first time in a long while, you both let the quiet settle, not out of avoidance, but out of mutual understanding. The journey ahead might not be easy, but it’s a path you’ll walk side by side. As the minutes tick by, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. You’re not alone in this—neither of you are. And for now, that’s enough.

Suddenly, a loud knock on your door breaks the silence that makes you jump, followed by Wade’s unmistakable voice shouting through the wood.

“Hey! Are you two done with the emotional stuff yet? I’ve got pancakes in here, and they’re getting cold!”

You exchange a glance with Logan, both of you barely suppressing a laugh. The tension in the room eases just a bit, the smallest sliver of normalcy creeping back in.

“We should probably go before he kicks the door down,” you say with a smirk.

Logan stands and offers you a hand, his expression a little lighter now. “Yeah,” he agrees, a small but genuine smile finally reaching his eyes.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you both walk back toward the world—not broken, but healing, one step at a time.

[katherine-fisk]

I was sorting through photos and forgot these were in my pile. Aren't they just the cutest?

@merc-with-the-m0uth

[emmastraub3]

I’m so glad that they got reunited.

[ellieshyperfixations]

Blind Al, to Wolverine and Deadpool: Y’all gonna kiss right now?

Deadpool: I hope so.

[swordsonnet-bardofwar]

Oh to be a fly on the wall of Wade's appartment...

[v-67]

Alright so, I stopped watching most of the Marvel after endgame because they were screwing some of it up and nothing felt right

I did watch Moon knight, and ofcourse the Spiderman movies, and the latest, the Deadpool and Wolverine movie.

The whole introduction of TVA frustrated me.

And the implication that Deadpool's universe was going to be doomed, but later on as he saves a bunch of multiverse he somehow manages to save his universe from getting broken.

And the people who are supposedly managing the TVA are surprised as well.

So does that in any way signify. That out of those gazillion fucking universes, and of every possibility everywhere, that Tony stark could've somehow made it out alive. The one which was in our universe.

If there's even a slight possibility, which was somehow not considered because of any stupid reasons. Then it kinda breaks my heart.

I mean, I'm not really complaining because it was a definitive end to an amazing timeline, and an absolutely amazing character. But a part of me always hoped that Tony got to live a long life, with Potts and Morgan. And that he saw Morgan grow up. And also that he got to spend some time with Peter.

He deserved to live you know.

Also this multiple timeline shit is super annoying.

Dr. Doom. As much as it frustrates me, and as much as I'm annoyed, I'm also just 0.001 percent intrigued.

The possibility of how Tony, the saviour in one universe ends up as Dr. Doom in another.

I have really mixed feelings regarding the whole multiverse thing.

But TVA? I hate that. So much. Some beings managing or overlooking these numerous universes gives me the whole matrix vibes. And it's just : Nope.

Second post because I had made two notes so eh. Here it goes.

[waywardsou2]

How it went

How it's going

Can you tell I'm obsessed yet?

This is literally how I feel, Wade and Logan have both just stabbed me in the heart and won't let go. I love them so much

[logankisseswade]

My Logan and Wade AU-Fanfic-Save Wade Wilson

Chapter 3: Saving You, Saving Me

*a flashback to 5 years ago, back on 2033 Logan's timeline*

+ Late Summer, 2028 +

*Logan walks down a long hallway, looking for Wade, he enters Charles' office*

Charles: afternoon Logan

Logan: hey Charles...have you seen Wade?

Charles: I have

Logan: where is he?

Charles: *smiles* you sure seem to love spending time with him

Logan: *smirks* he and I getting pretty close

Charles: he's in the training room, infact he's been there all morning

Logan: really? is he okay?

Charles: ever since his mother's accident or so it appears to be an accident, Wade's not taking any precautions

Logan: ...he's scared of her isn't he? cassandra?

Charles: you and I both know what it's like to have a sibling that's hell bent on destroying other's lives...he's terrified...he feels that something horrible is coming

Logan: are you telling me that Wade has foresight now?

Charles: possibly...or maybe he's just scared

Logan: I need to see him

Charles: Logan...you love him don't you?

Logan: *nervous* sure...sure I care about him

Charles: you should tell him how you feel about him Logan...trust me when I say that he feels the same

*Wade's getting all his frustrations out in the training room, Body Talk by Ratt is blasting on the stereo at full blast, Logan knocks on the door, Wade looks all hot and sweaty(lol), he turns it down and then stops the music, he presses the buzzer on the door, the door opens, Logan comes in, he and Wade stare at each other, Logan sees how hot he looks, Wade walks up to Logan, they're both staring at each other with hungry eyes(lol), Wade gets closer to Logan*

Wade: hey Logan...

Logan: hey Wade...

Wade: what brings you here?

Logan: I uh...

Wade: it's really hot in here isn't it?

Logan: oh yeah *giggles nervously*

Wade: *giggles* I had fun last night...we should hang out more often at your place...

Logan: yeah we should

Wade: I don't wanna do this anymore

Logan: you don't wanna do what anymore?

Wade: play these flirtatious games with you...

Logan: I'm not playing games with you Wade...

Wade: ...you're not? then why are you looking at me like that?...it frustrates me...

Logan: ...I look at you like that because I want you...oh God I said it out loud didn't I?...shit, now my cover's blown

Wade: ...Logan...*grabs Logan's hand* do you love me?

Logan: ...yes...

Wade: ...I love you too...

Logan: you mean that?

Wade: I do...

Logan: is this really happening?

Wade: I hope so...

Logan: *squeezes Wade's hand* you have no idea how badly I've wanted to tell you...

Wade: I love the way you look at me Logan...

Logan: I love the way you look at me too Wade...

Wade: *giggles* I'm glad it's not just me...I'd feel so embarrassed, Thank God you didn't friend zone me

Logan: you're too hot to be put in the friend zone *giggles*

Wade: did you come here to thirst over me Logie? *giggles*

Logan: I came here because I love you and because I've been too afraid to tell you just how much I want you

Wade: I've been in here since 9 am Logie...

Logan: why 4 hours baby?

Wade: *sighs deeply* because I'm afraid...I'm afraid of that evil bitch...*sniffles* I'm scared of what she's done and what she can do...I hate thinking about the future

*Logan holds Wade in his arms, he touches his face*

Logan: you know that I'm here for you right baby? you don't have to be afraid of anything...

Wade: easier said than done handsome, you have adamantium claws *giggles*

*Logan touches Wade's lips, kisses him slowly, Wade trembles, he kisses Logan back, a long deep and passionate kiss, Logan lies Wade down on the matt, they kiss again, the kissing gets heavier*

Logan: *breathless* Baby...

Wade: *squeezes one of Logan's hands in his* Logan...

Logan: Wade...

Wade: when I'm with you it's like I stop being afraid

Logan: I feel the same

Wade: I love you Logan

Logan: I love you Wade

*time passes, heavy kissing, Wade removes Logan's white tank top, he runs his hands all over his chest, Logan can't keep his hands to himself either, they're kissing like crazy, tongue involved(lol), they're hugging and smothering each other with kisses, rolling on the matt on the floor, giggling, time passes, Logan's on top of Wade, they're both completely naked(of course lol), both lost in each other's eyes, Logan kisses Wade deeply, Wade kisses back, his hands squeezing onto Logan's back, Logan starts thrusting slowly, Wade moans, Logan's breathing becomes louder and more intense, he moans, time passes, they're both shaking and moaning, Wade whimpers loudly, Logan's losing himself inside of Wade, breathing on his cheek, Wade moans, Logan collapses out of pure ecstasy into Wade's arms, they're both trying to catch their breath, Wade hugs Logan deeply and kisses his hair and his forehead, Logan moans softly, he looks into Wade's eyes, Wade's stares back, time passes, they're still in each other's arms, cuddling and kissing, Wade runs his fingers through Logan's hair*

Wade: I never felt this way about anyone before Logan...it's different with you...

Logan: I never felt this way before either

Wade: *sniffles* I'm so used to being afraid of the future, what's next to come...but when I'm with you, even if it's just for 5 minutes, it feels like time has stopped for both of us...and it's just you and me...and nothing else matters

Logan: *smiles, sniffles* I know what you mean Wade Wilson

Wade: stay with me baby, stay with me forever

Logan: *hugs and smothers Wade with kisses* I'll never leave you

*flashback ends, Logan's back in 1989, he's sitting on the couch with Wade in his arms, Wade's arm is healing up, Logan touches Wade's face, they're both staring into each other's eyes, Wade smiles, giggles lightly, he looks sleepy*

Wade: hey Mad Max

Logan: hey Wade Wilson

Wade: what are you thinking about?

Logan: 2028...

Wade: was that a good year or something? *smiles*

Logan: it's the year we fell in love, back on my timeline

Wade: that sounds like a really good year *giggles*

Logan: *kisses Wade's forehead* it was

Wade: Logan...I don't care what the future holds, good or bad, I only care about you and me...that's all that matters to me...it feels almost like time stops...when we're together

Logan: *sniffles* yeah it does doesn't it Bub?

Wade: Logan?

Logan: yes my love?

Wade: I love you

Logan: I love too bub

Wade: *giggles* you're adorable

Logan: *smirks, sniffles* look who's talking bub

Wade: I may feel sleepy right now but I wanna kiss...can we kiss?

Logan: you don't even need to ask baby

*Logan kisses Wade slowly, Wade kisses back, a slow and long tender kiss, time passes, they're both sleeping on the couch together, Logan's now lying down on the couch with Wade in his arms, his arm is healed, Wade wakes up and watches Logan sleep, he touches his face*

Wade: I love you Logan

*Logan grunts quietly in his sleep, Wade kisses him softly, slowly*

Wade: I'll see you in the morning my sweet prince

*time passes, they're both sleeping in each other's arms again*

+ to be continued in chapter 4 +

[durisicle]

wolverine is absolutely not hip with the kids inspired by this post

[sporadicallychill]

This is so cute! Maggie and Hugh having the same level of affection as Logan and Dogpool in the fics! Ryan's "Maggie, Maggie, look at the hands! Yes. Yes." I could watch this all day!!!

BABIEEEEES 🌈✨

[chiljax]

me too wade, me too

bonus:

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Something something, living rent free in my mind and such, anyway I love them.

[ellieshyperfixations]

Deadpool: “Single and Naughty”, Wow he really doesn’t have a lot goin’ for him!

Wolverine: And neither do you.